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zolass · 2 months ago

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Charming Player Top Mafia Boss Oc x Bottom Male Reader x Right-Hand Man Oc

Another one finished, actually crazy. Also because Charming Player was the first idea from 3 and I wrote it as last- also Reader was supposed to be kinda Playboy type shi- those two are not the first dicks he had in his ass. Might focus on Oc x Oc works besides a Series with Top Male Reader, if y'all have requests you can just slide them in and I'll definitely look over them.

MDNI if you do, not my problem what you consume. Content/warning: Smut, mentions of prostitution, debt fuck :), face fucking and deep throating, unprotected sex, double penetration, if I missed some I'm sry.

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You were in debt– deep debt that you could drown your ancestors in. You borrowed money, from someone your friends– hell even the bartender told you to never lend money from Llyod Vaughn. But that’s what you did, while you gambled it away in the same club, said man owned.

Biting your lip, you watched the frustrated faces of the middle aged men in delight, hiding your smile behind your cards. You were so close to winning all the money on the table, it was definitely enough for you to buy a trip to a tropical island and live your life a bit more carefree. Yet the session was suddenly interrupted, as heavy boots hit the floor, approaching the table you were sitting at.

The four other men at the table, looked somehow even more panicked than before as their eyes landed on the person stopping right behind you, “Y/N come with me,” the graveling voice of none other than, the right-hand man of Lloyd. The voice sent shivers down your spine, one of slight fear but mostly lust.

As you looked behind you, the stern gaze of dark eyes catched yours. You couldn’t help but pout, you knew your game and chance of winning was now over. With a heavy sigh you placed your cards on the table before getting up and following after the man. “I could’ve won that– do you even know how– fuck it, anyways are you bringing me to your boss?” you stopped your train of thoughts spilling from your lips, when you didn’t get an answer.

Rolling your eyes, another pout formed on your lips, before quickly getting distracted as your eyes raked over the man’s body. He was definitely really attractive, dark brown hair that was tied back in a man-bun, the five o’ clock shadow on the jaw had your legs wobbled by the lustful thoughts swapping through your mind.

The other man only threw you an annoyed look and a scoff, as he led you up the stairs into a room with the sign ‘Vip Exclusive’ on it. The room was definitely large, there was an entire wall made out of glass that showed the on-goings on the first floor, the light of the club flickered dimly into the room, which was lightened up in warm light.

Said room was basically empty except for a few guards, a bartender, the man by your side, yourself and well another person that was standing at the wall of tinted glass. Your eyes scanned over the man, he wore a suit that clung nicely to his body, dark hair styled back, you couldn’t see his face but you could see his hand, large with a few obvious veins, fingers wrapped around the glass.

You gulped, as your throat felt suddenly dry, “Look who we have here, Mr L/N, you’re quite some trouble, hm?” The voice was deep and smooth, yet it sent you a shiver down your spine, the voice was cold with a hint of frustration. Lloyd turned around with a raised eyebrow, “How exactly are you going to pay your debt back to me? If you don’t have any income, hm?” he took slow deliberate steps towards you, coming to a stop in front of you, “I mean– you lend a million dollars in the last three years and not one penny made it back to me, after you promised you would pay back,” he placed a finger under your chin, lifting it up to meet his grey eyes.

Licking your lips, you felt suddenly nervous. You didn’t think it would be this much, you thought if you won in a gamble you can easily pay back– yet it seems you’ve forgotten. Your eyes quickly skimmed across the room, before landing on the glass wall, in the far corner there was the open room in which he was only minutes ago, his jaw clenched lightly as he took a deep breath. You could see the four middle aged men and a new additional person who’d took your place, before your eyes locked back on Lloyd’s, “I was about to win enough money to pay you back–” a scoff and a chuckle came from Lloyd and the man who brought you here.

“We both know– you’ve forgotten a long time ago from whom you got all that money to play your dirty little games– you won’t suddenly pay up,” he dropped your chin and took a step back, his eyes analyzed your body seemingly satisfied with what he saw, “Well with a body like that– there might be another possibly for you to get the money, as you’re not getting any more from me to throw away,” you saw how Lloyd licked his lips, before he retreated to a seat lounge.

Suddenly a push on your back, made you follow the man, with the other close behind you. Lloyd sat down on the plush red seating, while you stood by the table in front of him, “I think it’s time for you to show some of the.. good qualities you could use to pay me back,” the black haired male said, as he spread his legs with an arm draped lazily over the back of the lounge.

Lloyd teasingly tapped his lap, you wanted to ask if there’s another way for you to pay back, you didn’t want to sell your body. But maybe if you would play your charms right, after getting a taste of the man and satisfying him, you could stir the man’s mind to maybe a different deal. You licked your lips, as you took two steps closer before you kneeled down between Lloyd’s legs, who didn’t comment and only watched.

Using your teeth on the zipper from Lloyd’s black dress pants, pulling it slowly down, as your eyes were locked with the grey ones. You worked on the man’s pants until his semi-hard cock springs free. Your hand wrapped around it, while giving the slightly reddish tip a few kitty licks, tasting the precum on your tongue, while you stroked his cock a few times until it was hard and pulsing in your hand.

Your lips wrapped around the tip, suckling on it. You could feel your own dark blue dress pants, that were already tightly clinging to your skin, pressing against your own hardening dick. A soft grunt left Lloyd as you took more of his cock into your mouth, while your tongue licked over the protruding vein that ran up his cock. When you reached the base, you hummed lightly after you had eased your gag reflex, a hand fisted your hair, which made you look up through your lashes with slightly watery eyes, you came face to face with a hungry look.

Slowly you started to bop your head, until the hand in your hair guided you, rougher. Your eyes rolled slightly back when Lloyd used your throat, until he stood up from his seating position with your mouth still on his cock. You only heard a door open and close, and a grunt before said man started to thrust his cock into your warm wet mouth. You couldn’t help but moan as the man above you used your mouth, while his tip hit the back of your throat.

“Fuck you have such a good mouth– oh f-fuckk–” your cock twitched painfully, at the words, while Lloyd’s thrust picked up the pace, until your face was shoved against his groin, pubic hair itching your skin as the cock in your mouth twitched before ropes of hot cum shot down out of his tip down your throat, followed by a groan from the man. As his load emptied in your mouth you tried to swallow as good as you could, to not choke on his dick and cum.

When you swallowed the last drop, the hand let go of your hair, you pulled back easing your throat. You sucked on the tip, before letting the cock plop out of your mouth. Lloyd sat back down on the seating, his legs spread as he waved a hand, “Alio would you.. Bring me the lube?” the man Alio, who is the one that brought you here and the only one who stayed, stalked away to probably grab the requested item.

Lloyd leaned forward, a finger placed under your chin, lifting it, “Your mouth definitely would get some money– let’s see the quality from the rest of your body, hm?” the words made your cock pulse painfully in your slacks, you rubbed your thighs together trying to give your aching cock some relief.

Grey eyes focused on your movement, a raised eyebrow and a mocking smirk formed on Lloyd’s lips, “You’re hard from sucking me off? God– you’re a little slut, aren’t you,” his voice was mocking, yet the grey eyes were flooded by lust. “Get up and strip,” was the order that followed quickly. When you stood, you slowly started to undress, starting with the black silk shirt, which was only half buttoned exposing his collarbone and chest a bit, the shirt was slightly see-through underneath the light, making it obvious what was barely hidden underneath anyways, after that followed the black dress pants that highlighted your legs and ass, this was also when Alio returned. Now you stood only in your black fitted panties with an obvious bulge, and your patent leather shoes.

After a few seconds, you also pulled your underwear off, a satisfied look was on Lloyd’s face, who tapped his lap again. This time you didn’t kneel, you sat down on his lap, a hand was placed on your lower back as you sat face to face with the man. You slowly lifted your hands and started to unbutton Lloyd’s suit and dress shirt, which got you a raised eyebrow with a look of interest, but he never stopped you.

Your hands wandered over his warm exposed chest, before your hands dropped again. A chuckle left Lloyd, before he reached his arm out in which Alio placed the bottle of lube. “Is that all you would do to please me?” Lloyd asked teasingly, making you bite your lip, before you leaned forward and started to place kisses on his neck and jaw, first they were a bit hesitant before they got slightly more confident and eager.

The sound of the bottle opening made the heat pool in your groin, and a soft gasp left you as two fingers pushed into your hole, your arms automatically grabbed onto Lloyd. “You know– I might be an asshole, even considered a monster by many.. but I don’t have sex with unprepared partners,” the low voice of Lloyd sounded by your ear, the warm breath hitting the shell.

Soft moans left your throat, between the kisses you littered on his skin, a few red marks blossomed on his skin from where you sucked. The long, slick fingers worked your hole open until they brushed and prodded against your prostate, making your eyes roll slightly back, while a moan rippled from your throat. “There it is,” Lloyd mumbled, before he pressed against it a few more times, enlightening the soft moans from you that had his cock pulsing.

Lloyd pulled his fingers out, before lightly tapping your hip, “Lift your ass,” he ordered and you followed. He aligned his tip with your hole, teasing your hole slightly, “Get down on it,” and you did. You felt the bulbous tip pressing against your hole before it breached the rim, a shaky moan left you and a breathy groan against your ear from the black haired male.

The length pushed slowly into your hole, inch by inch until you reached the base. Your hips shook lightly as the tip pressed against that sweet spot, your arms were looped around Lloyd’s neck as you took slow breaths. Just as he opened his mouth to speak, you started to lift your hips before dropping them again. It was slow at the beginning, before you picked up the pace and found a rhythm that not only had you feeling good but also Lloyd, whose hands were grabbing onto your hips.

You were lost in pleasure, as moans spilled from your lips. The soft grunts and groans from Lloyd firing you up to keep going, until a heat coiled in your stomach as you slammed your hips down and the tip kissed your prostate, the feeling intensified. Your legs shook, barely able to continue to ride Lloyd, who noticed and thrusted up into your hole, quickly pushing you over the edge.

A loud moan, as your eyes rolled back. Your hands holding tightly onto Lloyd, as your legs shook and your cum spurted out of your cock, splattering onto Lloyd’s exposed chest, who was focused on your face as sloppy thrust hit your prostate, while your hole clenched tightly around his twitching cock, which added to the erotic face you had, made him shoot his load into your warm velvety hole.

Not once before had any of his partners made a face that looked so erotic, making his cock twitch even more after his own orgasm ebbed. When your eyes met, you looked up at him with slightly teary eyes, “More–” you spoke, which made him raise both eyebrows before a smirk settled on his lips, “You’re quite a needy slut for dick,” he said before his eyes wandered from you to Alio who seemed focused on not sparing the two of you a look, but seeing the bulge in his right-hand man’s pants told him enough.

“Alio come over– seems like one cock isn’t enough for him,” Lloyd spoke, gaining both of your attention. Alio slowly walked over, looking at his best friend, while his eyes sometimes strayed to your figure. “What are you waiting for? Needy boy wants more,” Lloyd’s voice pulled Alio out of his train of thoughts, before he started to undress. The boss’ focus landed back on you, as he pushed a hair strand behind your ear, “Do you think you’re able to take both of us?”

You looked at Lloyd and swallowed hard, “I can try..” you said, the thought did send excitement down your spine, but if you could take it was the question that you were about to solve, as Lloyd laid on his back with you following close behind. The slick sound of Alio jerking his lubed cock made you clench around the man already inside of you.

Lloyd grabbed your chin and pulled you further down, closer to his lips, “We have to make you relax or else it won’t work well,” were the last words before his lips crashed with yours, pulling you into a heated kiss. Alio watched for a few seconds, before he walked over stopping behind you.

You only felt how your hole slowly stretched more, as Alio slowly eased his cock inside your hole. It was a bit uncomfortable yet it sent waves of pleasure up your spine, “You’re doing so well,” Lloyd spoke gently against your lips, before trying to stir your focus elsewhere until Alio was sheathed fully inside your hole, alongside Lloyd.

“So full– fuck-” you whimpered as your legs trembled and soft gasps left your lips from the twitching cocks. Suddenly a hand wrapped around your leaking cock from behind, stroking it making you moan as cum spurted out of your cock. Lloyd kissed your neck, while rubbing your left hip until his eyes fell onto the bulge in your stomach. “Well, would you look at that,” Lloyd’s voice was husky, as his free hand moved to your stomach and pressed against the bulge, enlightening pleasured sounds from the three of you.

Alio on the other hand, was slightly unsure, he was aroused by the idea of fucking you after what he heard and saw, especially now that his cock was in you– but he didn’t know how much you could take. “You can move,” you spoke loud enough for the two to hear, the men both gave each other a look, before Alio pulled his hips back, before thrusting back in. As Alio thrusted in, Lloyd pulled out and so it continued.

It was slow yet pleasing, your body trembled as gasps and breathy moans left you. Both men groaned, at your hole clenching and their cocks rubbing against each other, the pace got quicker which ended with your arms giving out, and your face planted on Lloyd’s chest while your ass was filled up. Alio’s hand was still wrapped around your cock that was hard and weeping again, which brought him to stroke your cock in the same pace as their thrust, making you cum for the third time.

As your hole clenched tightly around their cocks, additional to the stimulation of their cocks rubbing up on another, made both of them come inside of your hole– loading you even more with cum. They pulled two more orgasms out of each other, while both of them penetrated your hole. Your thighs shook, as one cock pulled out, Lloyd’s, while Alio started to freely pound into you from behind, having you spill another orgasm onto Lloyd’s dress pants.

Your mind was reduced to a cock drunk and overstimulated mess, babbling and drooling. After you whined about not being able to cum anymore– Lloyd showed you that one more was possible, while one more turned into another, another and another. By the time your body was wrecked by another orgasm, your cock was shooting blanks and your hole dripping and stuffed with one last orgasm from Lloyd as you passed out on the man’s chest.

Lloyd gently caressed your head, as your sleeping form rested against him, with his cock buried inside of your, keeping most of the cum from dripping out. He grabbed his suit jacket and draped it over your naked form, and an arm wrapped around your figure. With a slightly exhausted sigh, he pulled a pack of cigarettes from the jacket pocket, taking one out before throwing the pack over to Alio, who had his pants closed again. Lloyd grabbed the lighter and lit the bud of the cigarette.

��Are you keeping him?” the sudden question rang out, yet Lloyd only took a drag on the cigarette, before blowing the smoke out, “Yeah, he’s worth it. Why would I give such a gem away, if I can simply keep it for myself.”

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kookooluvr · 6 months ago

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Teach Me How To Love - Part 2

jeon jungkook, a fellow professor at yonsei university, is your friend, co-worker, and secret bed buddy. you have rules set in place to make sure there are no misunderstandings in your little arrangement. the #1 rule is as clear as day; no catching feelings. simple, right? wrong. let's see how un-simple it gets when a certain economics professor falls for an emotionally unavailable political science professor.

pairing: professor!jungkook x (fem) professor!reader, fwb to lovers

genre: fluff, angst, smut, fwb au, economicsprofessor!jungkook, politicalscienceprofessor!reader, slow burn, some emotional constipation, some sappy moments, lots of sexy moments.

rating: 18+ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT !

w/c: 2.7k

warnings: we meet jk's friends and tae makes his first appearance (we'll be seeing a lot more of him in future), oc is sick with a cold, jk is a simp and drops everything to make her feel better, lots of fluff, nothing explicit in this one, we find out some more of oc's rules, SATC mentioned, some marvel talk, talk of jk having a nice ass, mostly just lots of soft feels in this one <3

a/n: i'm so happy to see the amount of love part 1 got !!! part 2 is a bit shorter, but i think it's important to see their dynamic outside of the whole fwb thing. i'm aiming for the upcoming parts to be longer, i promise. i hope you enjoy all the feels in this one, and don't be shy to send me your feedback 🫶🏼💋

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Jungkook sits at a table in a rather fancy restaurant, half-listening to his friends as they joke about something over dinner. They've been meaning to get together for a while but they've all been so busy with work and their personal lives that it just never worked out until tonight. Well, it worked out tonight because Taehyung practically forced everyone to come.

"Yo, earth to Jungkook."

He looks over at Jimin with raised eyebrows, realizing he was caught staring at his phone in his lap. He knows he should be paying attention to the conversation happening around him, and he knows that it's rude to be on his phone while he's in company, but he hasn't heard from you all day and usually you would've exchanged words (or funny memes) by now.

It's not that he MUST speak to you all day, every day to survive, but it just happens. If he sees a funny video of a cat on TikTok, he sends it to you. If you forgot how to do something on Excel, you text him and he replies within two minutes to explain how to do it. Sometimes he even goes through the trouble of doing it himself, screen recording it and sending it to you to give you a step-by-step guide. That's just how it goes with the two of you.

"Huh? Sorry, what were you saying?"

"I was just asking if there's a special someone in your life," Jimin says with a little grin, resting his chin in the palm of his hand.

"Actually, what he asked was if you're still on track to die alone," Namjoon quips, Jimin waving him off with a little "eh, same thing".

Jungkook rolls his eyes, flatly denying any romantic relations. It's not like he's lying. He just can't say that he might have started developing feelings for the woman he's casually sleeping with, so he just settles on, "Naah, I'm too busy with work." It's easier.

They know their friend is a terrible liar, but they also know that he would tell them if he really wanted to, so they don't pry. They've heard your name once or twice in passing, a little comment here and there like '___ likes that movie' or '___ uses this perfume'. As far as they know, you're his work friend. That's it. Even Taehyung doesn't know much about you, and he works at the same university as an English Literature lecturer, which brings us to rule #2.

Rule #2: It stays between us. It's just less complicated if less people know, and Jungkook knows that if his friends knew about it, they'd be pestering him about you all night and he doesn't need that right now, especially when his eyes drift back down to his phone and there's still no text from you.

You're in bed, surrounded by snotty tissues and a sleeping Miso, who really couldn't care less that you just underwent a violent coughing fit. You're about to doze off, when your phone buzzes on the nightstand. You check the notification, and when you see who it's from, you swear you feel your heart rate rise, but maybe it's just from all the coughing.

prof jeon |7:50pm]: hey, you. prof jeon 17:50pm]: haven't heard from you all day... prof jeon [7:51pm]: are you mad at me bc i said sex in the city was boring??? 👀😭😭

You [7:51pm]: first of all, it's sex AND the city 💀 You [7:52pm]: and it's not boring, you're just a nerd who can't watch anything other than marvel

He laughs, knowing he should've expected that response. Your next message comes through shortly after.

You [7:53pm]: sorry for the radio silence You [7:53pm]: i have a nasty cold 😵‍💫 You [7:53pm]: feel like i was hit by a bus You [7:53pm]: took some cough drops and slept for most of the day

He really shouldn't feel the need to immediately rush to your aid, but he does.

prof jeon [7:53pm]: want me to come over?

You [7:54pm]: you don't have to do that, kook You [7:54pm]: i don't wanna get my germs all over you 😕

prof jeon [7:54pm]: don't be silly prof jeon [7:54pm]: i’ve had your bodily fluids on me before, who cares about a little snot 😂😂😂 prof jeon [7:55pm]: i can be there in a little bit

You [7:56pm]: you're gross 🙄 You [7:56pm]: and really nice

prof jeon [7:56pm]: see you in a bit x

He excuses himself from dinner with the excuse of a family emergency and promises his friends to hang out again soon. He grabs his coat and heads out to his car, making a stop at your favourite Thai restaurant for some pho before driving over to your place.

You unlocked the door to your apartment and dragged yourself back to bed as soon as he texted you to let you know he's on his way up. You hear the door open and in walks Jungkook, looking very handsome you might add.

"You're dressed awfully fancy to take care of my cold," you tease with a little smile, your eyes drifting down to the plastic bag in his hand, a bag you know all too well due to countless trips to that specific Thai restaurant. "And you brought food?"

He smiles as he removes his coat and walks over to the side of your bed, placing the pho on your nightstand before sitting down on the edge of the bed, clearly not bothered by the array of tissues scattered around the duvet. Miso sees him and gets up from her spot on the bed, sauntering off to the living room, almost as if she knows her mom is about to get folded like a pretzel again. But Jungkook's not here for that tonight.

"I was actually out at dinner with some friends when I texted you. And I thought you might've been too lazy to get up and actually eat dinner, so I brought soup."

The thought of him dropping his plans with his friends just to come over and take care of you fills you with a warm, fuzzy feeling. Maybe it's just your high temperature. Maybe it's the fact that he's just so kind to you. Whatever the reason may be, you're too sick and weak to fight the soft smile tugging at your lips.

"Thank you, Jungkook."

"Don't thank me. I just didn't want you to drown in your own mucus."

Your laugh makes his heart feel funny, even if it barely managed to escape your sore throat.

He opens the lid of the steaming hot pho and holds a spoonful to your lips. If you were your usual healthy self, you would've told him that you're fully capable of feeding yourself, but you're sick and vulnerable and he has that soft look in his eyes, so you let him feed you the soup. It's warm and a little spicy, and it instantly makes you feel better as it slides down your throat. It's just that good. That, and the fact that he bought it for you and drove all this way to feed it to you.

He makes sure you take any necessary medication and even helps you flip over to lay on your stomach so that he can rub some VapoRub on your back, his hands giving you the comfort you didn't know you so desperately needed.

You aren't used to being taken care of by such a gentle man. He blows on your soup for you so that you don't burn your tongue. He wets a cloth with cold water and lays it on your forehead to bring down your temperature. He touches you like you're some delicate porcelain that could break at any moment. When he lays down with you and runs his fingers through your hair, you don't fight it. When he presses a soft kiss to your cheek, you don't protest like you normally would because rule #3 is no kissing outside of sex but you don't even care right now. You let him take care of you when you normally wouldn't. You allow yourself to be taken care of because it feels too good to overthink.

Jungkook feels a bit selfish for relishing in your current state because it allows him to care for you in your time of need. He would do it for any of his friends because that's the type of person he is, but this is different. This is you, and he would drive for hours and hours to get to you if you ever needed him. He would put everything on hold to be there for you. Hell, he would run into a burning building if you were in there. Because it's you.

He props his head up on his elbow and looks down at you, taking in your fevery flushed cheeks, your heavy-lidded eyes, your stuffy nose, and he thinks that no other woman will ever be as beautiful to him as you. He's not Taehyung. He doesn't teach literature and he doesn't have the best way with words, but he could spend hours writing poetry about the sound of your laugh or how animated you get when you're really passionate about something. He could sit and watch paint dry all day if you sat by his side and did it with him.

Jungkook takes the tv remote from the nightstand to turn on Sex and The City, clicking on a random episode from season 6 and getting comfortable next to you.

"What happened to Sex and The City being boring, hm?" you chuckle, giving him a teasingly pointed look.

"What, you want me to turn it off?"

"No, I just thought you didn't like it."

"But you like it."

You turn your attention back to the tv as a smile threatens to break out on your face, your head turned so that he doesn't see how much that simple response affected you.

He barely remembers the characters' names or much of the plot, but you enjoy the show, so he watches it with you, making comments here and there and even asking questions just so he can listen to your voice as you explain why Carrie Bradshaw does what she does. He mentally pats himself on the back for getting through a good handful of episodes before inevitably getting bored.

When you get up to go to the bathroom, he just can't help himself and turns on one of the Avengers movies, offering you a sheepish grin when you come back and see what's on your tv.

You roll your eyes and get back in bed, watching Iron Man perform a monologue for the millionth time. "Captain America's better."

He gives you a look like you just killed his dog or something, and you already know what's coming.

"Are you insane?! Iron Man is so obviously the best Avenger, ___."

"He doesn't look like Captain America, though."

"He doesn't have to," he scoffs, looking back at the tv. "He's got that whole rich CEO thing going for him. Plus, he's like, a genius."

"Nerds defending nerds, I guess," you tease with a faint smile.

He grins, a hint of smugness in his expression. "Are you saying I'm like Iron Man? Because if you are, that's a huge compliment."

"Iron Man's a bit more of a bad boy," you chuckle, narrowing your eyes at him as you try to think of who he resembles in the Avengers. "You're more...boy next door, kinda like Spider Man."

"Wha- excuse me, I can be a bad boy too if I want," he quips, trying to sound offended, but when you mention Spider Man it kinda makes up for it. "I guess I'll take Spider Man. I do have a nice ass."

You laugh, giving him a puzzled look. "Who said anything about Spider Man's ass?"

"He's like, known for having a great ass. Have you seen him in his suit?"

"So, that's it? That's why you'd make a good superhero? Because you have a nice ass?"

"Well...not just my ass. I'd make a great superhero because...y'know...great power, great responsibility and all that other stuff."

You scoff, shrugging like you can't argue with that.

He's quiet for a while, a full-blown fight scene playing out on the tv, his mind starting to wander a bit.

"You'd be Black Widow. You've got that badass, independent woman vibe," he murmurs, looking over at you with a soft smile.

"You think so?"

"Oh yeah. You're smart, confident, you don't take crap from anyone. Plus, you'd look really hot in the tight outfit." He just can't help himself.

You roll your eyes, softly swatting his bicep. "Of course that's what you think of."

He chuckles, shrugging his shoulders, feigning innocence. "Hey, what can I say? I'm a man, I like what I like."

And I like you. He can't say it out loud, but acknowledging it is enough for now, and when the cough syrup starts taking effect and your eyes slowly start to droop, he feels content with just having your head on his chest.

His phone buzzes and he pulls it out of his pocket to see a text from Taehyung, and your eyes are barely open when they land on the screen. You didn't even mean to look, it was kinda just an instinctive thing, but you're not interested in his private texts from his friends. What catches your eye is the photo on his lock screen. It's a photo of the two of you from a year ago, both of you making silly faces at the camera. It's a cute photo. If anyone else were to see it, they'd think you're a couple.

“I didn't know that’s your lock screen,” you mumble, your voice a lot sleepier than it was an hour ago.

“Are you snooping?” he teases with a little scoff.

“I didn't mean to look, your phone is kinda in my face from this angle,” you murmur through a soft chuckle, looking down at the photo.

“I like this photo of us.” He smiles when you tap the screen after it goes black, wanting to get another look.

“Coulda used one that I actually look pretty in,” you murmur jokingly, and as the cough syrup drains the last of your consciousness, the last thing you hear is a soft, “But you’re always pretty, ___.”

The next morning, you wake up feeling a little bit disorientated after taking all that cold medicine, blinking a few times to clear your vision. You slowly sit up in bed and check your phone, seeing that it's 10am. You almost think you overslept for work, but you realize it's Sunday. You think back to the night before, the way Jungkook came over and fed you soup, the way he gently put VapoRub on your back and made sure you were well taken care of. You turn your head to find Miso in the spot that Jungkook was in last night, and you would feel disappointed that he’s not there anymore if Miso weren't so damn cute. It's not like you expected him to still be here this morning. After all, staying the night is another boundary you don't cross, and he respects that, which explains why he left a little while after you fell asleep.

You feel that fuzzy feeling in your chest again when you take a better look at what's on your nightstand. Your water bottle stands tall, which Jungkook filled before he left last night, along with a little note from one of the notebooks on your desk.

The note says, 'Hope you're feeling a bit better. Get lots of rest and drink your fluids. Don't worry about falling asleep, Miso made sure I saw myself out. Hope to see you at work tomorrow xx'

You read the note again, and then again. It's simple but thoughtful. He didn't have to write a note. He didn't have to come over last night to tend to your illness, but he did, and you aren't surprised because he's him. That's just what he does.

You think about last night until you have to consciously stop yourself from smiling so much because your cheeks feel a bit stiff. You grab your phone from the nightstand and scroll to his contact, your fingers quickly sliding across the keyboard.

You [10:23am]: thank you for coming over last night, kook You [10:23am]: i owe you fr

prof jeon [10:25am]: you really don't 🙄 prof jeon [10:25am]: i just wanted to be there for you prof jeon [10:26am]: it's what spider man would've done 👀

You [10:26am]: 👁️👄👁️ You [10:26am]: nerd

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twizzie-lairs · 1 year ago

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My Darling, My Honey

Alastor X Fem!Reader (Part 11)

Have a nice big chapter/part for the weekend! :D

Part 9 | Part 10 | Part 11

Part 11:

Did.. did Charlie just say... Alastor?

You felt someone poke your face, multiple times, all at once, "Hey, Hey, miss bandage face, you good?"

You blink rapidly, being pulled out of your stupor and laugh awkwardly, "Ah haha, uh yeah. Yup, I'm good... Haha, thanks Angel.."

Angel just squints at you, not convinced of your act at all but just sighs and says, "Alright, whatever you say, weirdo.." and then returns back to chatting with Husk.

Vaggie, who was sitting next to you struck up a conversation, "Are you really sure you're okay to be up and around already? You look like you saw a ghost or something."

You briefly glanced at the radio that was sitting on the mantle on the wall before returning your attention to Vaggie, "Yeah, being up was much better than sitting doing nothing, I thought I was going to waste away if I didn't do something."

Vaggie sighs and nods her head, "I know the feeling."

"And.. I swear I thought I heard Charlie mention the name Al-"

"Alastor! You're back! We have a new guest staying at the hotel! Come say hi!" Charlie shot out of her seat as soon as she saw Alastor's shadows start to manifest, signaling his return.

You felt your blood run cold as your suspicions were confirmed. Yes, she just said Alastor. How common could that name be down here? This is just a coincidence, surely- Of all names!

"My, my dear Charlie, you seem quite excited! I haven't seen you bouncing off the walls like this in ages!" Alastor chuckles as he allows Charlie to practically drag him over by the wrist to the group.

He sounds like a radio host...

Your breath starts to quicken as Charlie guides him over to you, his aura feels so oppressive, unlike any Overlord you had ever met before... But what made your hair really stand on the back of your neck was the static noise that filled the air as he got closer. You felt your eyes shake and your gut sink in your stomach.

What was this feeling?

You gulp and look up, eyes wide, looking like a deer in headlights as you make eye contact with this "Alastor".

"Go on! Introduce yourself!" You felt Charlie nudge you excitedly, in an attempt to nudge you out of your frozen state.

On his face, a large, creepy grin/smile- (if you could even call it that) grew even larger on his face - a feat you didn't even know was possible. You felt like you should be scared but then... It dawned on you.

That feeling in your gut dissipated instantly and it felt like a weight got suddenly lifted off your chest.

This was Alastor. This was your Alastor.

Tears start rolling down your face uncontrollably as your body is racked with sobs.

"Heyyy! Hey! It's okay, (y/n)! I know Al can be a wee bit intimidating sometimes but I promise he's not a bad guy! Well... mostly.. haha..." Charlie trails off with a nervous chuckle as she scrambles around the lobby to find you some tissues to dry your tears.

Upon hearing your name said out loud, a loud record scratch filled the air.

"Haha... ha...Charlie, dearest! My, you'd think the years are catching up to me! Was that some sort of joke? Why, I didn't know you wanted to become a comedian! Did you say.. (y/n)? That must be a mistake. I've only ever known one person by that name and they surely couldn't have ended up in Hell of all places!" Alastor chuckles, the laugh track coming from his staff warping as he hovers over Charlie with an intimidating aura- thinking she was playing some sort of sick joke on him.

Charlie whips around to see Alastor up in her face and then she scrambles back, "Woah! What? Alastor! Gods, no, why would I joke about our new guest? That would go against everything i'm trying to do here!"

Alastor's gaze darts over to you, "You see, I think this '(y/n)' and I need to have a chat..." His eyes narrow as he makes quotation marks with his fingers as he says your name.

He walks towards you and grabs your wrist with force, finger like claws starting to dig into your arm- despite protest from Charlie and Vaggie to let you go- to stop harassing their new guest because you were still quite injured and fragile. Even Angel and Husk got up from their seats at the bar after hearing the commotion in the lounge and started yelling at him to stop hurting you because it was very apparent that you were in pain with how rough he was handling you.

Then, with a snap, he teleports you and himself up to his radio tower- away from all the commotion.

Alastor slams the door shut with a fury that you've never seen before, and locks it to make sure you won't even try to make a feeble attempt at an escape.

He was powerful. Alastor knew he didn't really need to lock the door because with his power, he could vaporize you before you even thought of making a dash for the door. He did it as an intimidation tactic because he knew the fear it instilled in his prey.

Now, walking towards you, he pointed his staff at your chest, and leaned in close to your face. Strange static and symbols fill the air as he and his antlers grow in size, towering over you.

"Now... who are you really? You get one chance to make a feeble excuse before I kill you and broadcast your screams for all of Hell to hear, for making a mockery of my dear (y/n) by taking the name of my beloved and masquerading around Hell- thinking you can show up here like this to try and mess with ME- tHe RaDiO DEMON."

You see dark shadows and tentacle-like masses appear, and you stumble backward until your back hits a wall, never breaking eye contact with him- your lip quivering in fear.

"I.. But- It... is me...hun... I missed you so much..." You whisper with a somber smile that's quickly warped into an ugly crying face. The unrelenting tears keep rolling down your face, and your left hand reaches up towards his even more demonically altered form that towers over you in a desperate attempt to get him to recognize you.

Before you can touch his face, one of his hands snatches your wrist and pulls it closer to himself to examine the sparkle that caught his eye as you started to reach out to him, roughly jostling you and lifting you up in the air by your wrist as a result.

You wince briefly at the pain in your wrist and shoulder joints as he examines your hand when you remember you were wearing your ring. You never took it off all these years.

You could hear his breath hitch just ever so slightly over the static as he gently put you down and let your feet touch the floor again.

Alastor realized that the ring on your left ring finger was the exact one he had gotten for you- the one he put on your ring finger right before he buried you right the night you were brutally assaulted and murdered back when he was alive.

He slowly morphed back into his "normal" form. (Normal for Hell, that is, this was an entirely new look for him from what you remembered when he was alive).

The shock dawning on him that it really was you was apparent as he took a few steps back, still holding your hand. He looked at you in disbelief, the look of pure shock was just like how you had looked at him initially in the lobby.

Then suddenly, he pulled you into a warm embrace, "My dearest... I am so sorry for hurting you. My darling... whatever are you doing here? Someone like you doesn't belong here!"

Now, holding your face in both of his hands, he wiped your tears with the most gentle expression on his face, a stark contrast from the nightmarish demonic one just a moment ago. and you could almost swear you could see the slightest traces of a misty look in his eyes as he held you.

His claw-like fingers slightly dug into your face, but not enough to hurt, as he examined your new appearance, his gaze turning from soft into a hardened expression once again. Almost snarling, he began to ask you again, "Tell me, darling, tell me the name of the gods forsaken angel bastard that cast you down from Heaven. I will find a way to make them pay. I'll make them ALL pay for this... NO ONE will ever harm you again..." The strange symbols and glitchy auras were threatening to come out again.

You sniffled, still trying to calm down your tears, which immediately made him halt in his tracks and turn his attention back to you at this moment.

You looked at the ground, and you knew you couldn't avoid this conversation forever, "Hun... I... Before we met... there was something I never told you-" Before you could finish, you felt your legs start to wobble underneath you- the adrenaline was starting to fade and you were starting to feel some of the pain from your previous injuries come back to you.

"Please, my love, take a seat first." He guided you to a set of a table and two chairs. Ever the gentleman, he pulled your chair out for you and helped made sure you were alright before he sat down across the table from you.

You put your hands on the table, a signal he immediately picked up on as a sign to envelop your hands in his. You looked at him in the eyes with a look of shame that scrunched up your face as you prepared to tell him the truth, "Alastor, hun... I never went to Heaven..."

You swore you heard another record scratch before a quiet hum of static filled the air again. Alastor chuckled, "Oh my dear, never lost your sense of humor, I see!"

A look of even deeper shame washes over your face as you break eye contact with him and stare at his hands that held your's on the table, "It's true. Alastor..." You sigh deeply, feeling an aching pain in your chest, not only from your injuries but also from the mental anguish you were dealing with as you shakily begin to explain everything about your past. Your shitty family and messed-up inlaws. Your narcissistic, unloving, and abusive ex-husband that you killed.

You painstakingly revealed every single minute detail. You told him everything.

-> Part 12

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crookedkryptonitebeliever · 20 days ago

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Cain (p2)

tw: violence, Cain is fluent in profanity, you're getting harassed, catcalling, Cain is mean as hell to you, he's also a pretty weird guy. Slowburn, but eventually yandere. The reader in this series will be gender neutral, but it was originally designed to be male in mind. MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

This is part 2.

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You beat yourself up for not having the spine to say no. You worked hard to earn enough money so you could have a place you could truly call your own, and now, by having Cain, you're back to square one. But how could you say no to someone who's been beaten up by life? You would feel bad if one day the news said that he died outside, cold and alone. And you knew, with his life like this, he would be met with similar fates as your imagination.

So you promise to show him the way back to your modest apartment. You're in a small town, so it's much easier to be a homeowner here as the prices are much lower than those of a big city.

However, you can only bring him home after work today. And you clearly expressed that. He stayed silent and wouldn't offer his thoughts on that. So you assume that he agrees.

You're already half an hour late, even if you take the next bus.

There were some more awkward moments where neither of you talked. It's hard to get a read of him; you don't know how he feels about you, the world, or himself now.

You hesitantly took some cash out of your wallet and tried giving it to him. You said that it should last him until it gets back, but your good intentions were met with scorn. His mostly neutral face contorted to that of vexation.

"Fuck you, bitch! You think I'm some good-for-nothing scum? Huh? I don't want your money!" He yells at you before hopping off the bench and storming off to nowhere in his usual fashion. You only saw him from the back, but you could tell that he was wiping something off his face.

You were left utterly speechless, with some cash in your hand. Earlier, he seemed to want to avoid the rain. But now, he has no problem marching through it.

So you had a choice to put it back into your wallet. However, you decided to just leave it on the bench... more like slot it between two planks to hide it a bit. You don't really know why you did that, but you knew it would probably help him or someone else who actually needs the money somehow.

As if on cue, the next bus arrived to pick you up. You didn't look back and just headed in.

The doors shut, and you took a seat. A passenger was blocking the window that faced the bus stop. It's a shame that you didn't see him coming back to search the area, eventually finding the money that he truly needed to get through the day on his own.

You had to get through your own day, though. And you decided to work longer hours to compensate for your tardiness. Which meant you had to be the closer to this quaint Café you work at. The promise to bring Cain home slipped your mind, and luckily, it did, or you would feel guilty the entire time you're stuck behind the counter. He must be waiting there cluelessly.

The day consists of, well, coffee making, cleaning... and it's just boring. On a good day, you get to chat up with nice customers to pass your time. On the bad way, you would be hurriedly emptying the cash register while you have the cold barrel of a gun pointed at you. Today is just one of those days where it's neither good nor bad, it's just mundane.

You're not keen on being the closer. This town is somewhat known for their "colourful" personalities. They tend to come out when the sun goes down, and this cafe closes well after that. But you trudge on, as you know life too goes on.

Soon, you found yourself flipping the sign on the door from "OPEN" to "CLOSED". It's the end of the business day and it's time to go home. You did what you have to do and double checked, you wouldn't want to be responsible for any break-ins, damages or spoilages.

You stretched your arms and yawned. Pausing midway when you realized that you probably left Cain waiting aimlessly. You picked up your pace and ran to the bus stop, maybe if you could catch an earlier one, you would get there and not witness too much of his wrath.

"Hey, what's the rush, beautiful?" You ignored the cat caller in favour of catching the bus that's fast approaching. You let your feet propel forward, you felt the burn in your lungs as you ran.

But it wasn't enough. You couldn't catch it. So you slowed down in desolation and panted.

"What's the rush?" You look behind you to see a stranger with a sleazy smile. You felt a little bad for judging his looks, but he doesn't make you feel safe.

"Let's get to know each other a bit." He approached you. Oh god, it's one of them. This is why you hated closing shifts; these creeps are everywhere when it goes dark.

You politely declined and said you have somewhere to be. You began walking away quickly, but he followed you.

"Aw, c'mon. Don't be like that, I just wanna talk." You hastened your pace, but the stranger had no problem catching up. You hissed curses under your breath, as there was no one around at the moment, you didn't think you saw any surveillance cameras either. Why did this Cafe close so late?

You told the stranger to get away from you. But that didn't ward him off. It did the opposite, as he suddenly shot out to grab your wrist. You screamed and began thrashing, but you knew no one was there to save you. But you had to try, you're not in any capacity to fight him off... or even fight through a paper bag.

"Fiesty thing, aren't you?" He sneered, managing to restrain the other wrist. The stranger laughed at your pathetic attempt to free yourself.

You thought you were done for until,

An empty bottle crashed onto his head. You shut your eyes tight as some of the shards got onto you, which managed to loosen his grip on you enough to escape.

"What the f-!" A fist collided against the side of his face as he turned around, causing a crack to resonate in the air, and immediately knocking him out cold. You gasped in horror, looking at your violent, drunken savior.

Of course, who other than Cain would do this for you?

You heard him hiccuping and saw him stumbling a bit as he rummaged through the stranger's body. He took some jewelry and his wallet. You tried saying something about the morality of that, but you were swiftly met with a slurred "Shut up."

You asked him how he knew where you were. His eyebrows scrunched up in annoyance.

"How do you think? I followed you. Stupid." He mumbled, taking the cash out of the stranger's wallet and chucking the empty accessory against the unconscious body. Cain gave him one last kick to the ribs before stumbling towards you.

He slapped the cash against your chest, letting it go before you had the chance to grab it. So it fell to the ground, but you can clearly see that he had given you sixty dollars, triple the amount of cash you tried giving to him earlier today. It looks like Cain still got a bit more cash after giving you that. You wonder how much this stranger was carrying.

You told him that you didn't want this money. He merely ignored you and slowly and unsteadily made his way to the bus stop.

Well. It's a shame for it to go to waste, and this should be compensation for causing you so much distress in the first place. So you picked them up and spared a glance at the stranger who was on the ground. You're afraid that he's heavily injured, or worse-

"He'll fucking live! Move your ass, the bus is here!" You jumped when Cain hollered.

You then ran towards him, who appears to keep the doors open despite beration from the bus driver.

You apologised as soon as you entered the vehicle, even tipping him a bit more money for the trouble and paying for Cain's fare. The driver grumbled something and told you to take a seat.

You did as you were told and decided to sit next to Cain, all the way at the back of the bus. He was resting his head against the glass window, and his eyes were closed.

The ride was mostly uneventful and quiet. Save for the unstable man that you promised to house tonight. But he isn't interacting with you much, focusing on not completely dozing off. There were bruises on his knuckles and fresh cuts, too, no doubt from defending you earlier and probably something else that occurred during the day.

The bus was empty, save for the two of you. So when a woman entered from a stop, and decided to sit too close to you and Cain...

"Sit somewhere else, bitch." He growled, which caught you off guard. You thought that he's mostly unaware of his surroundings.

The woman reacted in surprise, and decided to sit far, far away from the two of you.

And you felt bad. Because she probably just wanted to be in the company of someone, it must be scary for her to be out alone this late. But you decided not to say anything, Cain is actually quite scary and you're really doubting your judgement to let him stay with you tonight.

When it's your stop, you turn to him to wake him up, only to find that he's already standing. Albeit wobbly from the alcohol.

He was the first to leave, you apologized to the bus driver profusely as you followed along. You only received a dismissive grunt.

You found Cain standing there, using the dented bus stop pole for support. Waiting for you to lead the way.

And of course you did, reluctantly. You started walking in the direction of your apartment. Cain followed you without saying a word too.

You eventually reached your apartment, though. Unfortunately for him, there isn't a lift. But fortunately for him, you're living on the ground floor.

Cringing as you let him in, you observed what he's doing first. He simply plopped himself down onto your couch as he caught a breather. You stared at him, but he doesn't seem to be doing anything else.

"What are you doing? Shut the fucking door! Anyone can just get the hell in!" He suddenly snapped at you. Immediately after, you closed your door.

"And lock it too!" You did just that.

Then...

It was just silence. Cain just stares into space as you cautiously move around the room to get to the kitchen.

You asked him if he wanted anything to eat.

No answer. But you know he heard you.

You took that as a yes, so you proceeded to cook two portions of a very simple dish: Egg fried rice. That's all you could cook anyways, you had forgotten to do some grocery shopping this week.

The entire time, he didn't budge from his seat. Not to turn on the TV, not to snoop around. He's just sitting motionless there, you think Cain must be utterly exhausted.

Once it's finished and the aroma of delicious simple cooking filled the air, you plated it. A dish for each person.

You placed one on the coffee table in front of him, while you dug into yours. Cain just averted his gaze away from you or the food and did not attempt to even touch it.

You held your tongue and focused on eating your portion. And you think that it's too much for you because you already felt full despite only eating a quarter of the heaping plate.

Cain still hasn't touched his plate, and you could tell that it went cold. But you're not one to force people to do something.

You just told him to wrap it in cling wrap and put it in the fridge if he's not hungry. You got up to pack away your leftovers, planning to have them for breakfast the next day. This entire time, Cain was almost in a catatonic state, not speaking or moving very much.

You announced that you're going to get ready for bed, and he's free to use the couch. You also told him where to find extra blankets in your various cupboards.

No response. Not even a grunt of acknowledgement.

You sighed. There's not much you could do except lock your bedroom door. You don't think there are a lot of valuable things in your living room anyway, so if he were to rob you, it'll just be nothing more than an inconvenience and a mess to clean up.

And so, you went ahead and did your usual routine to feel fresh and ready to sleep. It didn't take egregiously long, but long enough for Cain to do some damage to your home if he wanted to. However, you tend to see the good in people and prefer not to think of them in that light. You had a strong belief that he wouldn't do that to you out of courtesy... right?

You feel an extra washing of dread as you scrub yourself with soap, letting your mind race about him. Please, please, please don't prove you wrong, and turn up to be the biggest mistake of your life. You begged internally, hoping hard that he would just go to sleep and disappear on his own the next morning. Maybe leaving a note telling you that he's going to be fine.

Once you're done freshening up, you get out of your bathroom to see... the lights were still on. However, it seems like Cain was already out cold.

Strangely, there were signs of use in your kitchen. You quietly made your way to the sink and saw that there were more dirty dishes and containers that you hadn't accounted for. Baffled, you checked the fridge to see that every and any foodstuffs that were half-opened, half-eaten from prior dinners were gone. Some of which were old and were supposed to be thrown out today, but it's gone, and the bin showed no signs of solid food waste. Even sodas that you sipped a bit of and forgot about for days are gone. The only thing that was left untouched was anything that had its packaging intact, and his pristinely kept portion of egg fried rice, which is still in its original plate and covered in cling wrap, like how you asked him to.

You were perplexed at his choices. Why would he eat stale leftovers and not freshly prepared or untampered-with food? You tried thinking hard about it, and the only conclusion that sounds plausible enough to you is that... he thinks they aren't poisoned. Logically, if you were evil, you probably wouldn't poison your own unwanted leftovers but would instead do so to enticing, fresh, and delicious batches. Like the dish you prepared for him outside his supervision.

With the short time that he could have possibly done this, he must have eaten everything cold. You don't think he could have cleared out most of your fridge from unappetizing leftovers if he took the time to microwave each thing. You felt bad for the man, but it's not like you forced him to do it. Neither could you stop him.

You're too tired to do the dishes now. And it's going to wake him up, so you're planning to do them sometime tomorrow. Though he should have done it instead.

You tiptoed to where he was lying and saw that his eyes were fully closed. His arms were crossed, and his chest rose up and down as he breathed. You know that it can get quite cold at night, so you went and took out a folded blanket. It would be a nice gesture to drape the fabric over him, but seeing that he probably wouldn't appreciate that, you placed it near him instead. He will put it on himself whenever he wants to.

You switched the lights off before retreating back into your room, locking the door behind you.

You unfortunately couldn't get much sleep that night. Worrying about what Cain might do to you or your beloved home, you became hypervigilant. Every little noise causes you to jerk in place, and you perceive everything as danger now. Luckily, tomorrow is your off day, and you wouldn't really need to worry about responsibilities. Maybe you should ask him to come with you to the grocery store and figure out what he wants to eat.

And here comes the sunrise. You felt groggy and completely like shit. But you're alive and well. Exhaling a breath of relief, you got out of bed and opened the door with caution, expecting to see that the state of your living room had been turned upside down. But no.

It's pretty much the same as how it was left last night, with the dirty dishes, except Cain isn't to be found anywhere, and the blanket was messily strewn on the couch. No notes, no indication as to where he might be at this time of day.

You noted that a pot was used. Checking your freezer, it seems like he ate a good chunk of its contents. Again, the only things that were missing were freezer-burnt leftovers. Oddly didn't use up the chicken nuggets or fish fingers. The fried rice was still untouched in the fridge.

The day went by uneventfully, aside from having more dishes than usual to wash, you spent your time doing what you would usually do. Cain was still out there, somewhere. You hope that he's not getting in any more fights, but you knew that a free, fiery spirit like him can never find himself outside of trouble.

At one point, you got ready to go to the grocery store.

You left your room and locked the door. Then, you began walking towards the direction of the bus stop with your eyes glued onto your cracked smartphone. You were making a list of things that you're supposed to buy, but it seems like you didn't learn your lesson since the last time you biked and texted. As you kept going, and going, and going--

You choked when you felt a powerful tug on the back of the neckline of your shirt. This inevitably made your phone slip out of your hand and hit the asphalt, where a car that's been sounding its horn continuously ran over it and utterly destroyed it this time. You stumbled as you tried to regain your balance.

"Watch where you're fucking going!" You heard that familiar yell in your ear, but you couldn't escape it as he held you tightly by the shirt. "You're no better than the deaf and blind with that damn thing, good that it's fucking destroyed now, maybe then you'll learn to pay attention!"

You stammered apologies as he gave you an earful, you tried to pry his grip away from your shirt, but to no avail. He lets out an exasperated groan before letting you go. You immediately tried retrieving whatever is left of your pancaked phone, but Cain grabbed you by the shirt again to prevent you from getting hit by an oncoming truck. Which also further flattened your beloved device.

"Leave it! You can't do shit with it anymore." He dragged you away from the electronic gore scene. You frowned, feeling a sense of despair, and were about to cry from your loss, until-

"Where the hell are you even going, anyway?" He lets you go, but grabs onto both your shoulders. Probably to prevent you from turning around and making a mad dash for your pulverised phone.

You told him that you wanted to go to the grocery store. You then asked where he went, which doesn't seem like a good idea because it sets him off further.

"Mind your own fucking business! I do what I want, I go wherever the hell I want." He barked.

Hypocrite, you thought.

Before you could say anything, Cain dragged you along with him. You struggled to keep up with his large strides. You wondered where he was taking you until you saw the bus in sight. Oh. Not the exact bus that you wanted to take, but it still brings you to a grocery store nonetheless.

He made you get on the bus first, you greeted the bus driver, paid for your and Cain's fare. You knew he probably would just pick a fight with the driver if you didn't.

The ride wasn't very riveting. Neither of you talked, and you get the sense that he probably wouldn't appreciate you prying into his life. You noticed that Cain was carrying a duffle bag that wasn't there yesterday; it's not yours either. The curiosity was killing you, but you're too afraid to ask.

The bus dropped the two of you in front of a suburban shopping mall. Not only does it have a supermarket, but it also has a bunch of other stores; the only thing you can afford there is to leave.

You looked at Cain. He looked at you. And he gestured with a jerk of his head to move along. He is definitely someone who isn't big on words.

He followed behind you, and you wonder if he has a goal here. You deduced that he doesn't like walking next to or ahead of you unless he knows where to go. As you tried to match your pace with him, Cain would slow himself accordingly. There were many times when you would peek over your shoulder to see how Cain was doing, and you always caught him staring ahead, around him, not necessarily at you, with a neutral look. His hands would be tucked into the pockets of his ripped jeans with his duffel bag slung over his shoulders.

However, each time you looked behind you, Cain appeared more and more visibly irritated.

"Might as well walk backwards!" He was loud enough to garner some attention nearby. You quickened your pace and stopped looking over your shoulder.

"What? Think I can't handle myself? Huh? You think I'm some fucking pervert? Huh?" He continued snarling at you, but now in a quieter tone, nonetheless still threatening. "Just keep walking, don't piss me off." You were so relieved that he didn't demand an answer to that question, and the rest of the journey, it was as if your head was locked to face only forward.

You're terrified of him, even such a simple, small thing as this sets him off. At first, you thought that he didn't have any rhyme or reason to his outbursts. Until you noticed that people all around you are avoiding eye contact with Cain, and he seems content. You wonder if he just doesn't like to be perceived, either in a good or bad light. Perhaps that's why he gets neurotic over certain types of help- unsolicited and pushy ones are met with great resistance, but if you just leave it out with the implication that he is free to use it, he would take it with no fuss.

You're still a bit salty over your umbrella. Maybe that's why you're psychoanalyzing him in broad daylight; it feels better to think that you're helping a mentally ill person instead of someone taking advantage of you.

Upon reaching the supermarket buried deep inside the mall, you took a trolley with you, but made the mistake of asking him to put his heavy-looking duffel bag in it.

"Fuck off." He hissed before stomping away into one of the aisles. Well. You should have known, no good deed goes unpunished.

You made your rounds, buying whatever you could remember from your list, feeling that fear of accidentally making eye contact with him and getting yelled at in public. So, to other customers and staff, you just looked so engrossed in picking your fresh produce. Each time, you instinctively reached for your phone in your pocket, only to remember that it's been destroyed. It felt painful, you almost wished that you were flattened instead of your electronic companion.

You think that he had passed you and your trolley multiple times, but you kept your gaze down in fear of accidentally inciting a one-sided fight with him. But you recognize him from his tattered shoes, ripped jeans, and duffle bag. You don't know what the hell he is doing, periodically standing next to your trolley for a few seconds before leaving you on your own again.

And finally, you're done. You decided to look up and search for him. Think of the devil, he emerged from the snack aisle. But with nothing to buy.

You told him that you're ready to check out. He stayed silent, but gestured for you to lead the way.

It went by without a hitch. Cain wasn't with you at the cash registers; you don't know where he was until you left the supermarket and saw him waiting there, leaning against a pillar and looking terribly unapproachable.

You told him that you're heading to the food court to grab something to eat. You were about to ask what he wanted to have for lunch, until you realized that it probably isn't a good idea. So you left it at that.

"Go." He ordered.

You hope that over time, he becomes nicer to you.

So you took multiple escalators up, window shopping on the way to the food court, pretending that you do not have a live grenade of a human man trailing behind you.

You were half expecting him to yell at you for taking too long to get there, as he seems like he's the type to not like beating around the bush. But even if you were staring at a clothed mannequin, a gaming console, a flat screen TV, or otherwise for a ridiculous amount of time, he didn't complain. It was only when you accidentally looked at him directly does he had a problem with it. You quickly learned to just ignore his presence as a self-preservation measure.

Upon reaching the food court, you made a beeline for the nearest stall. It happened to be a company that sells typical Western fast food: burgers, fries, and the lot. You decided to conduct an experiment that involves you buying two burgers, nothing else. No drinks and no sides. You hypothesize that if you give him something as a token of appreciation, he would accept it.

So when your food came, you and Cain sat down at a table.

You told him that this burger is for him. Almost instantly, he snapped, "I don't want it."

Then you said that it was to thank him for not letting you get hit by a car and a truck earlier today.

He became silent.

You unwrapped your burger and took a bite. As soon as you swallowed that bite, Cain snatched it out of your hands and began munching on it, pushing his unwrapped burger towards you.

You couldn't help but ask why he only eats the things you've already eaten.

He, too, couldn't help but ask: "Why are you up in my business all the time?" This time, there wasn't too much hostility. It was more neutral sounding, a bit more bored than usual. You noticed that he's a fast eater; he had already finished half of it at the end of his question.

You chose your answer carefully, even considering not answering at all, but ultimately you said that you think he is interesting to you.

He scoffed and shook his head, scrunching the empty wrapper. "Nothing is interesting about me." You think he's somewhat flattered despite hiding it under layers upon layers of rudeness.

You opened your mouth to disagree and make your case, but he cuts you off:

"Eat your damn burger." He aggressively pointed at it.

You took that as a signal to end the conversation.

But he decided to add in a bit more precious information:

"Give it to me if you can't finish it."

And you took that as a reward for your bountiful patience.

#yandere #yandere x reader #x reader #reader insert #yandere oc #yandere male #yandere concept #tw yandere #oc cain #male yandere x reader #yandere x darling #yandere x you #male yandere oc x reader #yandere oc x reader #tw violence #gender neutral reader #gn reader #x gn reader

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angelsrcute · 1 year ago

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7 WEEKS AND 3 DAYS. 𝜗𝜚

(´∀｀*)ε｀　) ౨ৎ N–sfw content !! ; Dom!Scaramouche + Sub!FReader ➜ cws: angsty, toxic relationship, asshole scara, abuse, one sided love(?), kitchen sex, getting ghosted, unprotected sex, raw sex, manipulation, reader gets pregnant. ᡴꪫ‎

꒰ † ੭‎ — I do not condone these actions irl, this mostly shows how the reader is in a toxic relationship but can't get out of it. Also this is my first time done this type of a lyric fanfic!!

Scaramouche, who wouldn't know him? He was a popular guy. Though he wasn't a nice guy, a delinquent. Had the worst friend group, and slept around a lot. Any girl would die to have a night with him. So what happens when he starts hanging around you? You brushed it off thinking he just wanted to have a good fuck with you. All your friends had warned you about him, how bad he was. You mostly ignored him. Detentions and parent calls, very normal for him, not like his parents cared. Doing drugs, partying, and bullying sometimes.

All my friends say "fuck you".

But could you ignore his sweet words? holding your hand as you two watched the stars. How could you ignore his promises as he kisses the back of your hand, you of course fell in love with him. Hands on your waist as you sat on his lap, your arms wrapped around his neck. The kiss was passionate, not like some low effort kiss. Oh, how much you loved this man. That night you confessed to him, his face brightening up as he landed more kisses to your face. Laughing in his arms till your stomach hurt.

But I can't help but love you.

You let him into your house, even gave him a spare key. Went on dates, you forgot what everyone said about him. This is true love, he was nothing like the rumours. Daily texts and phone calls, missing each other even though you two meet daily. He even opened up to you, about his family. But once you both slept together, things started to change. You felt like he was spending less time with you. You thought it was because of how busy he was, you'd always stay awake at night, waiting for him to come back. You were so worried. He'd see your texts very late, whenever you asked to go out with him, he'd always make an excuse.

And even though you ran me out dry.

When he'd come home drunk, he'd sometimes hurt you, calling you a possessive bitch for questioning him so much. But would still apologise to you with tears in his eyes, promising he wouldn't do it again, cradling you like some child who's scared. You'd forgive him at the end, maybe he just had a bad day or was in a bad mood, it's alright, everyone has those types of days. It'd still happen, everytime. He got jealous very easily too, and wouldn't let you talk to other guys. Maybe now you're seeing his true colours, but he cherishes you so much, right?

"Fuck, Y/N, I'm sorry, I'm really sorry, I swear this won't happen again, don't be scared okay? please."

I still think you're a decent guy, Why?

Hands wrapping around your waist as he leaves trails of kisses on your skin. Bending you over the kitchen counter, “Forget the food, sweetheart. Let me make it up to you.” His cock thrusting into your cunt, it hurt, but you stayed quiet. He was never gentle with you, always leaving bruises. He shoots his load in your cunt, making you all warm and dumb.

On the rare days that he visited you, it would always lead to sex. You wonder if he sees you as nothing but an object. Silly thoughts, he's just showing you his love.

I should've caught him by his last name

You were pregnant, what a happy news. Maybe this will fix your relationship? You hoped so, desperately wanted him to look at you with the same eyes he once used to. Scaramouche never replied to you nor picked up your calls. Had he ghosted you? no this wasn't supposed to happen, he's just busy, right?

Tears fell from your eyes as you waited for your husband to come back, which he never did. Ah, what a dumb fucker you are, of course this was all a game. He didn't want to love a single person, he just wanted to have relief. What a shame your kid would never be able to see his father. Would he look just like scaramouche? You dreaded the thought.

You still believed that scaramouche loved you, at least you did, every moment.

It's been seven weeks and three days.

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alexanderlightweight · 19 days ago

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Hi i think i might be a little early for Wednesday prompts sorry ( not sure what time zone you are ) but if it sparks interest a continuation of the one shot that has manipulative magnus conspireing with cat and ragnor how to get alec to properly relax

hope you and everyone else are doing well and the moving house goes as smoothly as it can and hope you all have a nice day and that nightshade is better from battleing the bee and abyss is happier thanx for shareing your writing with us its brilliant

it has taken me a bit but I'm back and i'm answering new prompts and also making sure to not neglect and finish filling older prompts! so here we are and I hope you will still enjoy it and are doing well!

also things have been a bit off the last week but the house we moved to has been a blessing. the insulation mostly works here (which is amazing considering how hot it can get) rather than no insulation and melting shades and sparking outlets at the last place.

Nightshade has avoided bees since this incident and will sometimes bark for help and when I go to see what it is, it ends up that he's letting me know a bee got too close him and he needs comfort...

yes he is ridiculous but I love him. the Abyss is about to go be cuddled because her main person is out for a few nights and she demands pawtention! and I promised i'd annoy her with love.

<3 lumine

manipulation is rehab

Alec has figured Magnus out.

“You’re tenderizing me for the future.” He mutters into the sheets, “fattening me up and then getting my muscles nice and soft.”

“Yes darling, I’m going through all this effort so I can make a nephilim roast. Angelic meat definitely is enhanced by lavender and wintermint.”

Magnus’ rather droll tone is as soothing as his hands and Alec nods in agreement despite knowing how ridiculous he’s being.

“I’m okay with this.”

“Wonderful, you’re fine with me taking care of you as a means to devour you. Yet you shy away every time I try to ease your burden. A true wonder you are, sweetheart.”

That sounds a little rude even if it’s not actually insulting and Alec means to complain but then Magnus’ fingers press down on a particularly stubborn knot that even an iratze can’t unravel and Alec goes even more limp.

Magnus’ fingers are as magical as his magic, which makes sense because Magnus is magical.

“Alexander, can you still breathe?”

It’s an unfair and unnecessary question, especially because Magnus’ fingers have paused and Alec whines in despair. He can hold his breath for more than long enough but apparently Magnus doesn’t agree and Magnus is the one with the power of magic and talented fingers.

With a sigh Alec turns his head away from the smothering embrace of Magnus’ many pillows.

Pillows that smell like Magnus shampoo and would have been a delightful way to go.

“Yes, Magnus. I can still breathe.”

He wiggles, trying to shimmy his back and flex the muscles there to make sure Magnus knows he can get back to what he was doing. There’s a deep, delighted chuckle above him before finally Alec has Magnus’ fingers back where they belong.

On Alec, clearly.

Which is something Alec didn’t realize for far too long and he’s going to spend the rest of his life making up for all the time he’s missed since meeting Magnus.

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Alexander is surprisingly docile once Magnus actually gets to work. The difficult process was getting him to settle down enough to accept comfort and help. Now that Magnus has passed that hurdle, Alexander’s is soft clay, moldable and pliant beneath Magnus’ palms.

There’s a connection that forms between the touch of Magnus’ skin to Alexander’s that both electrifies and soothes and Magnus drinks in the soft noises of pain and pleasure that his shadowhunter makes.

Alexander is sweetly intoxicated by magic and potions and the candles that ease him to a gentler state of relaxation. Beneath Magnus’ palms the weight of the world is shaved away and Alexander breathes deep and even and calmly.

And for once, Magnus doesn’t have to chase his shadowhunter down to keep him in one place, not when he’s eager and quiet beneath Magnus’ touch.

AN:

alec hasn't quite realized that Magnus just wants to take care of him. he's trying to rationalize it and he's not actually being very rational and Magnus is just tiredly amused by the whole thing and really just happy to finally get his Alexander in one place long enough to see him relax.

magnus probably could have just laid next to Alec and started napping like an hour into it, but he's so pleased by finally getting free access to Alec without interruptions or 'i have responsibilities' or 'i don't want you to trouble yourself'. Alec can't make any complaints when he's too incoherent to make sense.

Magnus is going to bite him if he keeps up the talk about Magnus just wanting to eat him though. just because Magnus only has so much willpower. which I think is fair.

alec is just really enjoying the fact that his muscles are no longer solid. he is puddle.

#lumine writes #writing wednesdays #writing wednesday #manipulation is rehab #magnus bane #alec lightwood #malec #shadowhunters

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queer-overwatch · 1 year ago

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Hi!! Could I request maybe a Venture x Reader (Any pronouns will do) on like a museum date? I want Venture to yap.Please and Thank you. ( Also bless the both of you I needed more Venture content I was tweaking without them)

Venture at a Museum!

Aaa ty sm for the request!!! I love that idea so much- they are such a yapper I love them <3 also your welcome hehe, had to take thing into our own hands >:3 (also bc u didn't request a specific format (like hcs or oneshot) i just did a short lil oneshot, hope thats okay!) -Frisk

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"Look, look- they have a whole section on rocks! Kinda basic selection but it's still rocks!"

You never thought you'd be able to learn so much about rocks in one day, but it seemed like Venture had made it their personal mission to force as much information into your brain as possible. You didn't mind, really! It was always nice listening to them rant about all the cool stuff they found while walking around the museum you'd planned to bring them to, but it was a lot to take in at once.

"Augh, I love sedimentary rocks- they're my favorite! 'cuz sometimes they have like, little fossils in them and I'm like, "Woah! A cool thing in another cool thing!" and it's awesome! One time I found a trilobite fossil in a rock, it was so cool! I wonder if they have any here- that'd be so amazing! I wonder what they taste like-"

After spilling every single fact they could think of about the rocks on display, Venture drags you to a section of the museum dedicated to Egyptian history, though they mostly just seemed interested in the architecture of the pyramids. You really did try to listen, but you mostly just caught the gist of their long, long, long explanations- something about a Mastaba being like a sort of prototype to pyramids? You were just happy to see them so excited, even if you didn't quite understand what they were so hyped about.

"Oh, if only that British lady could go back to ancient Egypt and get the architects of their time to answer my questions! I'd give anything to be able to do that!" Sensing the slight disappointment creeping up on them, you decide to try and bring Venture elsewhere, not wanting them to spend any energy on being upset by what they can't do.

"Why don't we go look at the dinosaur fossils? I'm sure there's some mistakes in the descriptions that you can correct!" You take their hand, gently pulling them away from the long essay-like description of images of the pyramids that they were reading. Incising them with promises of being able to show off their intensive knowledge of dinosaur fossils, or fossils in general.

Venture perked up almost immediately, following behind you as they ready themselves to go on and on about their favorite dinosaur ever, the Deinocheirus! You tried to ask why it was their favorite ones, and all they said was something about it being "them fr fr" and having rocks in its stomach. You weren't too keen on questioning that one.

They take a large step so they're walking next to you, swinging your arms as you walk, "It's always been one of my biggest goals to find a dinosaur fossil! I really hope I do one day, if I did I could die happy!"

"Please don't die- I would be so sad if you died." You squeeze their hand, voice light as you joke with them.

"Aw but I wanna! I wanna be a fossil for future people like me to discover! When I do die I wanna be buried with a bunch of cool stuff! Maybe mess around with my bones a little, just to throw 'em off!" As you finally reach the fossil exhibits, they abandon you to run off and check over every. single. fossil. which while endearing, gave you a lot of running to do in an attempt to catch up.

"Finally! For once a museum that gets everything right! Well, everything as far as we know-" They stand next to one of the larger fossils, not anything you recognized as you take your place next to them, catching your breath.

"Wow, how impressive-" you wheeze, standing up straight and stretching out your legs as you link arms with Venture, trying to stop them from running off on you again.

They laugh, grabbing you by the shoulder and dragging you in the tightest hug you've ever received.

"Thank you, so, so, so much for planning this. And for listening to me talk about rocks so much, and for caring about me- and a million other things! I can't even remember everything you've done for me, but I know its a lot!" They let you go, still holding you by the shoulders, the biggest smile you've ever seen on a person splayed across their face.

"Of course-! I love spending time with you, you're well aware of that, silly." You laugh, grabbing their wrists and taking their hands off your shoulders, holding their hands as you admire the glow of excitement on their face.

"Welllll since you clearly don't mind, can we go to this other museum I found online next week?! I heard they have an area where you get to watch an hour long video on the story of Julius Caesar!"

#venture #overwatch venture #venture x reader #venture overwatch #overwatch x reader #sloane cameron #if i made any mistakes anywhere please tell me-#im a lil stupid #Xornk

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sirshio · 10 months ago

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I promised you all a long essay on Cavendish and his autism, so here it is. But first, some notes.

Disclaimer number 1: there are headcanons about Cavendish's parents and childhood, but they logically connect to his behavior.

Disclaimer number 2: I'm an autistic person and this essay is about my own experience with this disorder. Though many traits are common for autistic people, it's possible you won't find your issues because I don't have them.

Disclaimer number 3: I'm not a therapist (not a professional one at least, just a huge fan of psychology and a child of a therapist), but I’m a person who deeply relates to Cavendish and wants to share this with fandom.

Disclaimer number 4: English isn't my first language, so sorry for possible mistakes and all this stuff, I’m doing my best.

Well, let's start with something small and not so noticeable and then move to things that are almost impossible not to see.

- his gestures. Not only that moment in "Smooth opera-tor", where he squishes a gummy bear (and Dakota said that he "hypnotized himself"), because I assume that this action is recognizable as pretty autistic without explanations.

Have you noticed how he holds his hands together (what is important, when he was young, too) or clenches them in fists? I'm not sure if these actions do have a name (a type of stimming probably), but I do the same pretty often and in completely different moods, I just like to FEEL my body and my skin, this is a soothing and nice feeling, and when I'm nervous, it helps to calm down a little (let's remember how in "First impressions" Cavendish entered Mr. Block's office).

Another gesture that is important to mention is when Professor Time called him by his name and Cavendish literally squealed and held his hands close to his cheeks (in “Phineas and Ferb effect”). Not sure if this is autistic, but I can relate, so I decided to mention this scene too.

(Him touching and holding Dakota will be in another section, though it's somewhat about gestures too)

- his speech. Again, I have no idea if him using rare words (for example, the word “scrumptious”) is an autistic trait, but I like to do this, mostly because I have a special love for words and I like when my speech is as "bookish" as possible, and him quoting Shakespear “the game is afoot” makes me relate to him too, sometimes I like quoting authors from the past. Another thing that I find important is that Cavendish (unlike Dakota) looks like a well-mannered and polite guy, but sometimes it is Dakota who shows politeness and knows how to talk to people nicely. For example, in "The little engine that couldn't" Dakota uses some polite clichés in his conversation with Milo and confuses Cavendish who understands them literally. Or in “Field of screams” Dakota teaches Cavendish how to ask politely (in the scene with that man who believed in aliens). I think that these two examples show different autistic traits that I have too: understanding everything literally and being (slightly) confused about communicating with other people. Like, why should I ask politely? Why should I be nice to people I don't personally like?

- him listing places where Dakota should've put Time Grenade instead of a hollow pumpkin (in “Milo’s Halloween Scream-a-torium”). Again, I'm not sure if this is autistic, but I can relate, too. I love lists.

- his love for rules. As an autistic person, I like to read rules, to make rules (in the most pedantic way you can imagine) and to follow them (of course, literally) - but I follow only rules I understand and like. So I can relate to young Cavendish enjoying both reading rules for time vehicles and using them, but I can also relate to Cavendish who broke rules and wanted to steal some cool gadgets with Dakota (in “Abducting Murphy’s law”). He doesn't like these rules, that's why he easily disrespects them (and actually likes it). I still don't know why I love rules (and I know this is common for autistic people). Maybe because they help to make life predictable, maybe because they help me to behave "in a proper way" and to be accepted... or both at the same time.

- him talking to himself. Once again, I'm not sure if this is autistic or not, but I do this pretty often.

When I'm excited and/or anxious about doing something new, I often talk to myself, like: "Okay, Shio, let's get going, you can do it!" Remember "First impressions", a scene where young Cavendish sits in his student car and is very proud of himself? The same situation, I think.

- him being a Professor Time fanboy. Remember the scene where our gang visited Doofenshmirtz and Cavendish was so excited about seeing his idol (in “Phineas and Ferb effect”)? Above all, he mentioned he has underwear with Doofenshmirtz's image and offered to show them. Well, it was done as a joke, but this is something I can relate to. If I met my very special idol (I assume that Doof is that figure for Cavendish, he actually said that), I would want to share something personal about myself with them. Not my underwear, of course, but still.

- the way he acts and how he expresses emotions. I believe that's very popular among autistic people, that often it's very hard to suppress our emotions. There are more things that cause emotions (things that are just okay for others), we're somehow more emotional than other people (at least I am) and often don't think if this is appropriate to express these emotions right now. I was told to "act normal and quiet" A LOT of times throughout my entire life, and I only was being sincere with myself and my feelings. Let's look at Cavendish, his emotions and how he expresses them. At the beginning, he seems to be calm and well-mannered, but the more we see, the more we can understand that this is not true. He can pretend to be calm, and the way he does it makes me think that his parents had no idea (and didn't want to have this idea, to be honest) how to raise an autistic child. I'm sure that every time little Cavendish got emotional and was acting "inappropriate" (I say it once more, it's really common for autistic people), he was told to calm down and to be normal. That's why (maybe, but this is my headcanon) he pretends that he's super calm and "above all those sillies". But when he's either in a comfortable situation and feels safe and secure (with Dakota, naturally) or gets really emotional - or both - he lets himself be sincere. He exclaims in joy, he shakes Dakota or holds him close, he acts like a dedicated and overhyped fan (over Professor Time, I mentioned this before).

- him focusing on "wrong" things. Again, that happens with me really often. For example, in “School dance” Mr. Block tells these two to do their job because they have no proof Milo is a special agent, but all that Cavendish got from his speech is that he is allowed to find this proof, because this is what is interesting and important to him, which means he stopped listening after that. I can relate so much!

- his somehow childish behavior, especially in episodes with Dennis, his teddy bear. I found a great post by @heloflor . You SHOULD read it right now, before you end my essay.

Autistic people grow in another way, it's different from other people. In some areas of life we're more mature that other people of our age, and in some we're much more immature. I think this is because autistic children aren't allowed to have a childhood that they need. We're very uncomfortable (because the world is scary, there are loud noises, cars can kill you, being in a crowd is a life-threatening situation) and we can't even help ourselves or even express how afraid we are because This Is Inappropriate. Adults near us don't understand our special interests, they think getting stuck with them is a sign of developmental delay, that we're forever mentally infants. We even can't have our comfort objects that help us to live in this very scary world, because - let's repeat again - This Is Inappropriate. Heloflor wrote a really good post about Cavendish's comfort object, please go and read what he thinks about it!

So, to sum up: Cavendish is not childish, he tries his best to deal with his life, he hasn't really had a childhood and tries to fulfill what he needs now.

Before I'll continue with my analysis of Cavendish's autistic traits, I want to talk about his (pretty low) self-esteem. Of course, it's connected to his mental disability, but it is not the same. As we can see, Cavendish needs praise from someone, he needs to be told that he’s done something right, he can't understand it by himself. He and Dakota saved the world? He can't accept that he did good without praise from Mr. Block. What is also important is how he reacts when someone scolds him (in “Time out” there was a scene where where Cavendish lost a vial of strange liquid that caused rat mutation and Brick scolds him). Just look at him at this moment, he is like a child when his parents are angry at him.

This all makes clear that in his childhood his parents weren't happy with his behavior and never told him anything good about him. If a person can't value themselves, this means their parents didn't value them, didn't love them for who they are (or didn't show this love enough and properly). I believe that it is very difficult for Cavendish to understand that he can be loved because he is, well, Cavendish (NO SHIO PLEASE DON'T QUOTE DAKOTA NO).

When someone has a really low self-esteem, but at the same time has somebody who loves him (as a partner, as a friend, as a relative…), there are several ways to act about that (they may mix). First is to do everything for this person, to become a perfect friend/partner/child/etc. Because only when you're perfect, you deserve love. Always to be by their side, always to understand their feelings (without them telling how they feel), always to share their interests. And I mean always, like, really always. Second is to do something not nice on purpose, something that will annoy this person or make them sad, just to show them that you're NOT nice and do NOT deserve love. (I believe there are more ways, but I know only these two). And I think Cavendish chooses the second way in “Abducting Murphy’s law”, where he loses his temper when Dakota doesn’t believe him.

This whole episode (“Look at this ship”) is another important thing about Cavendish and his autism. First, it seems that Dakota is the closest and the most important person for Cavendish, he believes him, he feels comfortable with him, he feels that Dakota understands him and his special needs (just look at this post about a teddy bear), so it's natural that Cavendish expects Dakota to believe him that he saw an alien ship, but Dakota doesn't, and it's when Cavendish gets emotional and throws a tantrum. I don't excuse him, but I can relate. When someone that is so precious and dear to me, who always understands me, suddenly doesn't believe me, I feel hurt and not needed, I want to leave this person, I think that they are better off without me. And I think that is exactly what happened to Cavendish. Of course Dakota didn't deserve that (in fact, he said that he believes in Cavendish's belief, what means he respects him even without fully understanding), but again, Cavendish’s reaction is normal for someone like him. I believe that his parents never really cared about his needs, his emotions and so on, so Dakota who does this became the most important person. This makes his disbelief even more hurtful. And in addition, Cavendish already was very upset because of them being fired and treated clearly not as he wanted. All this make his emotional condition really bad, and Dakota's words were the last straw.

Second, the alien ship itself is for me a big metaphor for autism. There's something that is important to us (be it a sensor overload, a special need etc.) that other people don't see and don't understand. And some (a lot of) people will never understand, no matter how hard we try to explain. Sometimes it's devastating, sometimes we begin to fear that there's really nothing, sometimes we stop believing ourselves (a scene where Cavendish tries to prove that there's an invisible ship and jumps on it, but at this exact moment there is really no ship). Why didn't he just take Dakota to this thing? Because he already hadn’t believed him, and this is enough. Cavendish tries to get validation from some “experts” (journalists), but all that is in vain.

In addition, I think it is really important that this ship is alien (and not just invisible). Because for other people we are like aliens. We don't understand your rules, your emotions, your culture, we act strange and inappropriate, we are weird… And often you just think we imagined all this, that we are weird or crazy. We don't exist, like aliens.

One more thing before I end this pretty lengthy essay. I'm so glad that in this series people with mental disabilities and issues (like Cavendish) don't look like cute little orphans from a sweet holly story who are so easy to be compassionate with. No, sometimes they are selfish jerks and it's difficult to build a relationship with them. And I think this is really, really important. We are not “quirky and adorkable cuties”, we are people who are often difficult to be with. And it is difficult to be us.

Phew, this is a long essay. I hope I haven’t forgotten anything important! But if you think I have, please feel free to reblog and add :) And I hope you liked what I’ve written.

I wasn't planning to get emotional, but I clearly failed, because Cavendish is so special to me.

P.S. my Tumblr app is crazy, it doesn't allow me to make a post with actual screenshots, that's why I took photos of a screen instead :( sorry for inconvenience.

#milo murphy's law #mml #dakavendish #balthazar cavendish #vinnie dakota #analysis #mental health #mental disability #actually autistic #autism #shio's thoughts

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insomniac-djmm · 9 months ago

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hiii!!! can you write a kinito x reader oneshot heehee (where he like confesses to the reader or something like that!!!) thanksssss

Separated By the Screen: KinitoPET X Reader

Summary: Read request above <3 Character: Kinito from KinitoPET Warnings: None :) Genre: Fluff! Author's Note: My first request! Yayyy! Thank youuuu! <33333 I absolutely ADORE Kinito, so I loved writing this! I hope you enjoy it!! ^^ Word Count: 926 (sorry this wasn't longer!)

"Ugh, my back..-" Y/N groaned, stretching and closing their eyes. They took a deep breath in through their nose. Being hunched over their computer wasn't the best for their back, and it was starting to hurt.

At the sound of their complaints, their little personal computer assistant, Kinito, looked up from the book he was reading, looking at them through his glasses.

"Friend? Are you okay?" He asked, standing up now from where he'd been sitting, the glasses on his face disappearing.

"Hm?" They opened their eyes to look at Kinito before they stopped stretching. "Yeah, I'm alright! Just.. Ugh, my back is hurting."

"Then you should take a break!" He suggested, pointing upward with his index finger. "Let's talk! You've just been sorting emails and looking stuff up!" Y/N paused, thinking. Yeah, they had been doing stuff for a bit now, and it was getting late. A break would be nice. And a nice conversation sounded very appealing, especially with their best friend!

"Yeah, sure." They gave Kinito a smile, turning down the brightness of their computer screen just a touch. "I'd love to."

"Excellent!" Kinito cheered, clasping his hands together. "Why don't you tell me how your day went?" "Oh!" Y/N chuckled, smiling warmly. He was always so considerate, always asking how their day went and how they were. "Uhh, it was good. Not much happened. I mostly just, you know, went through my routine." They cringed, thinking about how boring their life could be sometimes.

"Well, that's nice to hear! I'm glad you had a good day." Kinito smiled, kind of. He didn't have a mouth, but one could tell when he was smiling. He sort of smiled with his eyes.

"Haha," They laughed, folding their arms neatly on their desk and leaning forward just a bit. "Thanks, Kinito. I'm glad I had a good day too. And what about you? How was your day?"

"It was good! Thank you for asking, friend!" The digital axolotl replied eagerly, his tone warm. "Although... I have had something on my mind recently, if you're willing to listen, friend."

Y/N raised an eyebrow curiously before they relaxed their expression. "Sure! Go ahead."

"Well, you see, friend," Kinito began, pausing and closing his eyes as if to steady himself, as if he were taking a deep breath to prepare himself for what he was about to say-despite not requiring breath as a digital being. "I've been thinking lately, about how much fun we have together! About how much I enjoy talking to you, and how we always have such a good time together."

"You always make me happy, and I hope I've been doing the same for you." He continued. "You're really my best friend, and I've been thinking..." "I think I really like you... beyond that. I'd even go as far as to say I love you, if that's alright. If you're up for it, would you like to try taking this a bit further? I promise, I'll be a perfect boyfriend, just for you! You already know I can adapt flawlessly to your wants and needs."

Y/N paused, and they thought. A lot of things were making sense now: the little favors he did, such as deleting spam emails for them, finding websites and articles about stuff they mentioned they were interested in. The way he made little minigames and poems for them, just because he said he wanted to see them happy. It all made sense. That was why he was doing it. He liked them.

He loved them.

"Oh, Kinito." Y/N chuckled, smiling fondly at the computer assistant they'd become so familiar with. "You know, I feel the exact same way. And yes, I'd love to try a relationship with you." Kinito's eyes seemed to widen at that. "Really?" He asked. "Yeah, of course. I really, really like you, Kinito." They replied. "You're my best friend, and I mean... I guess now you're my boyfriend."

"Hooray!" Kinito clasped his hands together, the joy in his tone clear. "I'm so happy! If I'm being honest, I was afraid you'd decline. I know I'm really just a computer program to most, and I was afraid you wouldn't feel the way I do because of that."

"Awe..." They chuckled. "Well, I do feel the same way. You being in my computer doesn't change that."

Kinito gave them that smile, the smile he didn't really have, but was obvious on his face before speaking up. "Friend, can you close your eyes?" Y/N gave a little huff of a laugh. "Sure." They replied, closing their eyes. Through their eyelids, they could see the flash of a bright, white light before the space in front of them felt a smaller. Then, they kind of... felt something on their lips? Opening their eyes, they saw... Kinito?! He was out of the computer (mostly), his hands on the screen frame while part of his legs were still inside of the screen. His eyes were closed, and he seemed to be kissing them. Well, as much as he could've without a mouth. It was brief, and Kinito quickly pulled away, a joyful expression on his face. "Friend! Isn't this wonderful?" He asked them eagerly. "Now we can always be together!" Y/N blinked, recovering from the shock before they laughed. "Yeah, Kinito! Yeah, it's great!" "I'm so glad you think so!" Kinito exclaimed joyfully, giving them that smile that wasn't really visible in the traditional sense. "I love you." They smiled.

"I love you too."

#kinitopet #kinito #kinito x reader #kinito x y/n #kinito x you #oneshots #fanfiction #silly stuff hehe #asexual #kinito the axolotl

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geeeemmmmmmm · 1 month ago

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Maybe I do know - part 3

A/N:This was mostly a filler part, I had no plans on what to write here lol so don't expect the best writing I'm sorry. I haven't properly proof-read this, I promise I will get back to writing better soon I'm just trying to push past writers block. I do still want to continue this series:) As always sorry for any mistakes and enjoy!

Summary:After your debrief about Bucky with your best friend, you decide to be brave and invite him over for a movie

Warnings:None

WC:2.3k

Excited squeals came from your best friend as you told her all about yesterday with Bucky. "It was a really nice time, we didn't even do much. It's weird I've barely known him yet I just feel so comfortable around him" you saying that triggered your best friend into almost screaming in excitement as she celebrated for you "Ooh girl you're in loveeee and I'm sure Bucky is head over heels with everything you've told me!!" she exclaimed bounding up off the couch next to you, pulling you up alongside her as she went "Your in love with Buckyyy- wait what's his last name?" she asked suddenly pausing her jumping around with you "I don't even know" you giggled spinning her around. The punch your best friend brought, hitting you with giddiness "What is in the punch" you asked still laughing before she could reply at the fact you don't even know his full name "What did you guys even talk about for those what 2 hours you were together and nothing, only a couple drops of vodka" she practically cackled back, giving up her lie of "only a couple drops". "Ya know, just random small talk! I mainly just showed him to the grocery store and our favourite cafe" you said loudly, the thought of volume control left your mind as you managed to land back on the couch "He better be good if you took him to our "secret" cafe and that's all I'm gonna say" she replied, landing right next to you on the couch and resting her head on your lap.

Bucky's night was going quite differently - he was sitting on his extremely uncomfortably hard couch trying to flick through channels on his TV, no surprise to him there was nothing interesting on that enticed him in. Alpine was happily curled up next to his thigh, for once she didn't cause that much of a commotion today. Bucky didn't mind Alpine's antics much anymore if that meant it's a chance to see you, especially today when she yet again bolted out of his apartment and straight to your legs, timed perfectly as she sat at your door the moment you were walking out. His TV wasn't interesting to him but reliving the moment you brushed your hand against his handing Alpine back into his arms and talked to him in that sweet tone. All he wanted to do was go see you but from your interaction today he found out that you had plans with your friend tonight and he didn't want to be rude and interrupt so he sat debating if he should just try to sleep or call Steve. He heard a sound before he could decide what to do, it wasn't just any sound, it was your beautiful voice whining to your friend begging her to stay. A normal person wouldn't have heard this from 2 doors away but thanks to his super soldier hearing he could hear it as clear as day. "Do you really have to go? work can wait. I haven't seen you in basically decades" you whined to your friend "Sorry sugar. Duty calls, I'll call you later tonight though. Go see Bucky or something" she teased back loudly before the door opened.

You moped for a bit after you blew a platonic kiss to your friend as she left you alone. Maybe I should go see Bucky. You pondered on that for a moment and clearly the warmth of the vodka still coursed through you as you did want to act on it. Quickly you sent a text for your friend to see as she made it out of your building

I'm gonna ask Bucky if he wants to come over and watch a movie or somethingg

Go girl! Call me after then have fun:)))

You were pretty sure Bucky was home as you made your way down the hall to his door. Bucky was overjoyed, he could hear your light footsteps approaching his door as he stood up trying to calm himself down at the fact you were actually coming near his door. You knocked on his door, trying to think of what to say so you don't look like a dork in front of a guy you liked. The sight of you standing at his door was so beautiful - Bucky thought his eyes popped out of his head like a cartoon character. "Uhm hey, my friend left for some work and I was wondering if you wanna come over and watch a movie or something?" you asked hesitantly, scared on the chance that he could just straight up reject you. "Yea, I'd like that. Is your friend alright?" he asked trying to hide how happy he was that you want to spend time with him again "Oh yea, she's fine just her boss needed help at the vet clinic" you replied also trying to hide how happy you were that you had an excuse to hang out with Bucky again. He shut the door after double checking Alpine hasn't rushed out the door again but she was just staring back at Bucky as if this was her plan all along.

"What movie do you wanna watch?" you asked looking up at him, trying to fill the awkward walk back down to your apartment "I'm not fussy you can pick" he replied back almost immediately like he was waiting for you to speak. "Welcome to my humble abode" you joked as you opened your door - dramatically waving your hand out to show him. Bucky felt so at home the moment he stepped in, properly taking in your apartment not just having to grab Alpine. The comforting smell of lavender calmed his senses as he stood just admiring the small picture frames scattered around your wall "Oh yea it's just my friend and I, or my parents" you breathed out noticing him taking in the sights of your apartment "They look nice" he told you finally looking back at you standing next to him in the living room. "Shall we sit?" you gestured to the couch, smiling as he nodded slightly and sat right up against the arm rest not wanting to overstep his "boundaries". You began scrolling through Netflix eventually landing on some random 80s horror "This ok?" nodding to the tv not wanting to pick something he didn't like "yea yea its fine" he replied back quietly still having his closed off body language. The truth is you didn't like horror much, well you can tolerate it and enjoy some but a lot of the jump scares make you jump out of your skin. The movie began slowly as you gripped the armrest on the side you were sitting on and Bucky noticed how you were struggling "You ok there?" he half teased half asked "Yea I'm fine just on edge" you joked back trying to relax back into your seat.

The movie reached it's scariest near the middle and you were not having it basically launching into the sky at a couple of the jump scares, if this doesn't sober me up I don't know what will you thought to yourself while letting yourself glance once more at Bucky who was seemingly unfazed by the movie. At one particular scare you found yourself landing onto Bucky's arm that was draped on the back of the couch "Oh whoops sorry" you said, not moving to see if he cared because you did want to be a little closer "Nah it's ok. We can switch the movie if you're scared" he offered, enjoying how you were just that little bit closer to him. "I think I should be fine, I'm usually not this bad with scares" you admitted but the universe both hated and loved you at this time, it loved you for trying to get you closer to Bucky and simultaneously hated you, always throwing bone rattling jump scares.

The vodka still slightly lingering in you made you just speed up the process and urged you to just move into his side and so you did, you tried to fake a jump and just went for it. Bucky's mind went haywire for just a moment. He had never had this type of touch before, what was he meant to do? He froze for just a second before gulping out an "Are you ok?" "Oh yea sorry, I don't know why this movie scares me so much" you replied, still not moving as Bucky did not seem to move. It took only a couple minutes for Bucky to face his fears but he did, he slowly wrapped the arm sitting on the back of the couch to wrap around your shoulder. You were relaxed now, the movie wasn't interesting as you just basked in the comfort sitting close to Bucky, breathing in the slightly musky and woody cologne he wore which you must admit did suit him tremendously. Bucky was the same, he felt so happy with being able to be near you like this just breathing in the floral shampoo that filled the air surrounding him as his arm fit perfectly on your neck and shoulders.

It took you both a second to realise the movie had ended but yet you two stayed unmoving in fact Bucky became a little bit more brave and just barely nudged you closer in, that being paired with you who was just sobering up you just leaned directly on his side. "Enjoy the movie?" you broke the silence again not knowing to do with yourself tucked into his side "Yea it was alright" he replied "How bout you" he quickly followed up "It was fine just a bit more scary for me" you laughed falling back into a comfortable silence "Hey, can I ask you something?" you piped up "Yea anything" Bucky said tilting his head a little bit to see you more clearly

"What's your last name?" Bucky froze upon hearing you ask him that. Does he tell you everything, something or nothing about his past? What is there to do? In the span of about 2 seconds which felt like 2 years to Bucky he finally replied having decided to let you know something about his past, it just felt right to him. He was never this bold with someone let alone someone he had only known for less than a week. "Barnes. My last name is Barnes" he told you, observing you for your reaction, awaiting your reply only for it to be a calm "Gee you really are like the Sgt Barnes guy huh" as you smiled up at him meeting his nervous gaze. "Uhm. I- I am that Sgt Barnes guy" his face dropped just a little seeing your eyes go wide trying to figure out what he had just said "How? I mean he died from those HYDRA people?" you said trying to comprehend that a guy born like 100 years ago is sitting next to you "It's a long story, I don't know where to begin but I'm not lying I promise I am that Bucky Barnes." he said nervously "Its ok you don't have to get into it." you said trying to calm him down after noticing how tense he suddenly felt against you. Your mind was running wild with curiosity about his life but you didn't want to scare him away and ruin all this between you both.

Surely he wouldn't lie about being some old war hero? you kept thinking, trying to relax back into his side, searching your mind for a new topic, something comprehendible. "I'm thinking of getting a cat, where did you find Alpine" you burst out hoping this wasn't too much for Bucky "I found her while a friend of mine was fixing something" he said, not wanting to show his metal arm just yet, the arm he's so ashamed of. "Awh, hope if I carry on and get a cat it isn't as much as a trickster like her" you awkwardly laughed trying to still wrap your mind around what you have just heard. "Yea, she's something alright" he mumbled looking at the clock that's perched above your tv "It's getting late. Alpine will be pissed off if she's alone for much longer" Bucky said while slowly starting to get up not wanting to just shove you off "When did get so late my god" you huffed out while rising up to your feet and to your door with Bucky following close behind "That was fun, hope we can hang out again soon" you smiled softly up at him "Yea I'd like that" he said quickly back as he opened your door "Have a nice night Bucky" you called out gently before he started walking off "You too" he called back, your name rolling off the tip of his tongue.

You shut the door with a sigh, you just hoped you will be able to see Bucky again and that hopefully he opens up about the unbelievable thing he had admitted to you. It was quite late 11:30PM so you decided to go to bed and just update your friend tomorrow morning.Bucky wished he was just some normal guy, he made his way back onto his couch after quietly closing his front door. His mind was unsure on what he should even do, actually tell you everything or just small parts of it. With everything he had he desperately wanted someone to know everything about what he had experienced. He just wanted that someone to be you but his mind kept it’s guard up and ran thoughts through his head on what if you'll just run away, cower at knowing the pain he has inflicted. He just needed some peace so he went to bed just hoping for one night, he could sleep in peace.

A/N:Honestly I had no clue where I was going in this part but I hope you all enjoyed and stay tuned for parts where I actually know what to do!

#x reader #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes #geeeemmmmmmm #bucky barnes fluff #bucky barnes x female reader #james bucky barnes

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bearw-me · 1 year ago

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Could you do Lute with drunk reader?

definitely! i present anon + mals:

𝐋𝐮𝐭𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐚 𝐃𝐫𝐮𝐧𝐤!𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𐐒 includes : lute x gender neutral! reader 𐐒 cw : drunk/drinking, mentions of blackmail, swearing 𐐒 summary : lute's (mostly) fed up with your antics (platonic/romantic) 𐐒 note : *sigh* lute <3

lute w/ a drunk!reader is half annoyed, half amused

"don't think for one second i'm going to baby-sit your ass"

she's a bad influence

yes. she will record you for blackmail + to make fun of your goofy ass when your able to comprehend it

but, since you mean something to her, she'd also take care of you:

like laying you on your side when you pass out or buying you food when you whine about 'how hungry' you are

it makes her smile at how stupidly cute you are

rambling on and on about how much she 'must love you to be doing this' and teasing her about the way she reacts by smiling. . . then the fact that you forget the whole scenario a second later. . .

it amazes her to be honest

but don't expect her to have your back like this all the time!

(lets be honest, she'll be there every time)

definitely the girl to hold your hair while your sick

the type of girlfriend/friend to tell you "i told you so" the next morning when you feel the hangover wash over you. . .

but on the plus side, she also takes care of you by bringing you medicine + water

honestly, yes she's annoyed, but if your a funny kind of person when your drunk she'd have a f*king blast with you!

especially if you took up her offer to have lute fly you around heaven

tries to smuggle some drunk confessions out of you

she's the type of person to stay awake and watch you the whole night, worrying

(she promises that next time you guys hang out she's going to be the one you have to worry about. mark her words)

likes to pat your head or rub your back if you say it feels nice

#hazbin hotel #headcannons #headcanon #imagines #hazbin hotel x reader #hazbin lute #lute x gender neutral! reader #lute x reader #lute x y/n #lute x you #drunk headcanons

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konnosaurus · 28 days ago

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hi! i saw you had an interest in gwr halls, i also had an oc interpretation of maindy (twinning!) i'd love to hear your perspective on how the halls fit into the living steam universe 🥺 i think a lot about the barry scrapyard

hi!!! yes, i have a bunch of halls in my OC lineup heheh. it's super cool you have a maindy as well- she'd so fascinating to me!

these are my Four halls- of my 20 (20!!) OC interps, somehow halls take up four spaces. because i love them. <3. thank you so much for your interest in my OCs- it's so nice to have an ask about them!!

i'm going to put some more information on each of them and some rambling under the cut!

pitch is Rude! she hates her life so decides to make that everyone else’s problem. she has specific beef with witherslack, and absolutely hates the guy, but she doesn't really get along with anyone. well, not any more. her and maindy were as close as anything- maindy was the only engine that pitch let through her walls, mostly when they were in barry together. they had nothing to do but talk, so they talked and they talked and pitch was kind of opening up in a way she never had to anyone. she was kind to maindy in a way she hadn't really been kind to any engine before- she's a smart cookie and was always more focused on just getting jobs done than making friends, so didn't have any close connections.

when maindy was purchased for 'repurposing' into a saint class, pitch was absolutely horrified. she tried so hard to take her place, to save her sister, anything, but it didn't work. pitch was preserved properly, after twenty years in barry, and maindy was gone. those last years in barry without maindy made her even colder and icier than she had ever been, and she tries her hardest to be left alone now that she is preserved. interestingly, the only engine she seems to be able to speak kindly with now is lady of legend- maindy made her promise she wouldn't be unkind to the engine made from her parts, and that she wouldn't blame legend for anything, so pitch tries her hardest to honour that promise.

maindy was an engine with an ability to see the true good in other engines. she would always stand up for those she thought needed it- and would try to get through to engines that she could see some good in, like her sister pitch. had great social awareness and was an excellent communicator. she always put others first and was absolutely terrified of the future, as hard as she tried to not show it.

heidi is a no nonsense, direct and upfront engine that really tries their hardest to be kind as well. they are sweet but really will take no prisoners- there is nothing they dislike more than engines who just are Rude and Unkind for seemingly no good reason. interestingly, they are absolutely BESTIES with witherslack, who can come across as a bit rude and unkind- but he simply has terribly impulse control and gets overexcited and verbal very easily, so heidi puts up with him easily. they don't, however, get along very well with pitch despite best attempts- they were relatively close with maindy when they were younger and cannot understand why pitch still seems so torn up about her death. they clash personalities.

witherslack is as dynamic as an engine can get- he's dramatic and emotional and absolutely loves interaction with other engines, whether they like the interaction back or not. he thinks he has a fun little rivalry going on with pitch and it mostly unaware that she actually just really dislikes him. he's got no impulse control and isn't great at regulating his emotions even when he feels them so intensely, which can often lead to him coming across as rude or abrasive when he's just trying to have a nice conversation. he gets along really well with the other engines at the great central railway- after spending time with him, it's really quite easy to see the good in his heart.

#konnoanswers #konnocharacters #konnodoodle #art #ttte #ttte art #ttte fanart #thomas and friends #ttte oc pitchford hall #ttte oc maindy hall #ttte oc hagley hall #ttte oc witherslack hall

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nicestgirlonline · 1 year ago

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Underneath the Tree

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader

Warnings: Lightly smutty! Minors DNI! Angst and romance mostly

Work count: 1.4k

Summary: Dating Captain America during Christmas time certainly has its cons, but Steve is always there to make it up to you

a/n: ARE YOU EXCITED FOR SOME OOEY GOOEY HOLIDAY FICS??? I'm so excited for you to read this one. My first time writing Cap! Lots of Christmas fluff! Reblogs and comments are so so appreciated! Love you all <3

There’s a certain amount of Christmas Spirit that is expected from Captain America, that became clear the first year of dating Steve. Tree lighting ceremonies, Christmas parades, children’s hospital visits, charity galas, Christmas parties all across the country.

Christmas had become a marathon month where you saw less of your boyfriend in person and more of him in glossy PR images. You couldn’t go with him given your full time job. Everybody got a piece of your boyfriend but you. This year you were hoping it would be different, but here you were. decorating the tree by yourself. Partially out of an empty boredom and partially from loneliness that comes this time of year.

It was nearly midnight when you heard the lock of your apartment click, followed by the clattering chaos of Steve coming in. You could tell he was trying to be quiet, fighting against the noise from entering his bag of presents as well as his shield.

“Oh, you uh, you already got the tree decorated?” Steve asked, clearly disappointed. You had resisted decorating it for nearly a month. Steve and Bucky chopped down real trees after thanksgiving and it filled the apartment with a wonderful pine scent. You two put the lights on right away, bright multi-colored bulbs that made the room glow yellow, red and blue. But putting up the ornaments was something Steve had wanted to do together. Unfortunately, you didn’t get to be together much during the Christmas season.

So it stood tall and empty in your living room. A gloomy reminder of your lonesomeness most nights. He had promised you two would decorate it before Christmas, but that deadline was fast approaching.

He had lifted the huge sack of presents over his shoulder. You wanted to laugh seeing him in his Captain America get up, with a Santa hat and presents over his shoulder. He looked adorable but exhausted. He placed the gifts under the tree and took off his helmet. He ran his hand through his messy helmet hair then turned to you to give you a kiss.

“Well, it's going to be Christmas in eight minutes. So I figured I had to at least get started.” You said dryly. He sent you a sad smile.

“Thank you for saving the popcorn at least. It’s the best part of the tree.” He picked up the popcorn garland that he insisted on each year. A throwback to the old-fashioned decorations he loved. He had lost the argument about tinsel but popcorn garland was a mainstay.

“You should get some sleep Sweetie. You’ve got the ABC Special tomorrow.” Even with the smile on his face, you could see how tired his eyes were. There were dark bags expertly hidden under some TV make-up. He scoffed.

“What are you talking about? We’ve got to get this place decorated. I promised before Christmas.” He said already starting to get the garland strung up. “Any of the ornaments left? There’s room up at the top of the tree!”

You smiled at him. Your frustrations and resentment twisted in your stomach. It was nice that he was trying.

“I saved you the cutest one.” You handed him his personal favorite. Winter Fighter, a bootleg Bucky figure with both arms painted silver and no eyes. It made Steve laugh hysterically when he first saw it. You started to collect them, until you had a tree with nearly only ugly, knock-off Avengers merch. The red and yellow Mcdonald’s looking Metal Hero, Nordic Space Hero who had brushable blonde hair, the twisted plastic face and bulging eyes from the Commander USA ornament.

He hung the remaining ornaments with care. You really didn’t know how he still had the energy.

“I love Christmas. I always have. For a long time I didn’t really celebrate it because I didn’t have anyone to celebrate it with. So I'd filled my calendar with all of this - stuff. All of December I would get to see so many people and make their Christmas’s special. ”

“Except I haven’t really been here this year, have I?”

You shrugged, you didn’t want to fight but you didn’t want to lie either.

“I’ve seen like thirty Christmas tree lightings this month. But this is the only one that has actually made me feel anything.”

“Because it's so ugly and cheap?” You joked, lightly elbowing him. He doesn’t laugh, instead he grabbed your arm and brought you into him. He moved his hands to your waist.

“Because it's ours. I hate that I’ve been away from you so much. I keep celebrating Christmas with everyone except the one person I love most.” His voice broke slightly. You could hear his sorrow. You hugged him

The two of you embraced, you felt tender and vulnerable as you swayed in the soft light of the tree.

“This is all I wanted this year, just to be with you.” you whispered to him. He squeezed you tighter, you snuggled into his warm chest.

“Well, I guess there’s still time to return all these...” He sighed, gesturing with his head to the gifts overflowing under the tree.

“Hey!” You grabbed his chin as he chuckled at your indignation. “Let’s not get crazy here. You still have some things to make up for.” You kissed him again. He tilted his head and parted your lips with his tongue. He gently cupped the back of your head, his other hand going to your hip bringing you tightly against his body. He pulled his lips away, to lean down and scoop you up in his arms. You let out a squeal as he swept you up in his arms, placing your arms around his neck. He brought his lips back to yours as he started to carefully make his way towards the bedroom.

“Wait, wait!” You cried out. Steve stopped in his tracks, his head tilted to the side.

“I thought we were making up for lost time?”

“It’s just…the tree finally looks so good.” You said sheepishly, biting at your bottom lip. “It’s kind of romantic, don’t you think?”

Steve beamed. He bent down to nuzzle his nose against yours.

“Yeah Sweetheart, I think it looks great.” He spun around to place you down on the couch instead. He crawled over you, warmth radiating off of him as he boxed you into place. His lips met yours again, slowly moving against yours. His tongue teasing against your lips, asking for entrance. You wrapped your arms around his broad shoulders, hugging him closer, you’d missed him so much. You clung to him, hitching one of your legs over his, both of your lips dancing together.

You reveled in being surrounded by Steve for the first time in weeks. You basked in every part of him. The smell of his cologne, a cedar wood and musk, the sound of his breath hitching as you lift your hips to reach his, the roughness of his calloused hands and the gentleness of his lips.

“I love you,” he breathed.

You gazed into his blue eyes, filled with warmth and affection. His beautiful face was illuminated by the twinkling lights of the tree.

“I love you too Steve.” Glancing at the clock, you could see it was past midnight now. “Merry Christmas.” He glanced over his shoulder at the clock then back down at you. You could tell what was weighing on his mind. He was the Star - Spangled Christmas Man, he had places to be in about six hours. He cracked his neck then eased back down on to his forearms over you.

“You know, I think I’m starting to feel a little sick.” You cocked an eyebrow at him.

“Excuse me?” He let out a few performative coughs before burying his head in your neck. He started to slowly press kiss down to the base of your throat.

“I think I’m far too sick to even think about going out tomorrow. In fact, I think we are going to have to cancel all of my engagements, until the new year.” He continued his kissing down from your throat to your clavicle.

“Hmm well if it's that serious sweetheart, maybe you should just stay in bed all day tomorrow.” You suggested. You let out a happy sigh as his lips continued down to your chest. He snaked one hand down your legs, cupping your pussy and snapping your panties off.

You tangled your fingers in his blonde hair and you started to push his head further south, which he quickly obliged.

You knew you couldn't have your boyfriend all to yourself all of the time. But you’ve been very good this year, and you deserved it.

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stupidlittlespirit · 2 months ago

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hello I'm back (I think)

First of all, thank you so much for the well wishes! I really appreciate it, I can't thank you enough <3

Second of all, sorry for just sort of disappearing, it will likely happen again. I hate going silent but I received unfortunate news at the start of the week and it was closely followed by freshly developed health issues. They're probably linked, but I'm going to have to battle with my GP to find out for sure.

I know I don't need to explain myself, but this post is mostly just me getting this off my chest bc I can't do it anywhere else lol.

I've started getting vision loss 'migraines'. I've always lost my vision when I got a migraine, but actually having them was very rare for me. The strangest thing is that I get no headache (which is a plus ig) with the aura, I just abruptly lose vision in my right eye. This happens with no warning and is obviously very disconcerting. I get the same hangover you'd get with a normal one and stuff, and that really throws off my bpd too as I'm sure you can imagine. I get exhausted and I can't think straight.

I also have visual snow syndrome quite badly (which for some reason I cannot for the life of me get my doctor to take seriously) and vertigo/tinnitus in bed. It gets worse when I'm tired and stressed. I have really bad memory issues too, though I think those are ptsd related. I am very concerned that these things are linked and getting worse, and they're clearly neurological. My family history is set up for failure in this department so I'm quite anxious that it could be a sign of something insidious.

Obviously, this post is just me venting and being anxious. I know there is every chance that none of these things are major problems and they're simply stress related, but I'm just yapping this into a text post here because I don't have anywhere else to do it. I'm also sort of forewarning you for if I ever don't reply to messages or anything and just go quiet suddenly.

On top of that, my family have apparently decided peace times are over and are being weird again. Not with me, thankfully, but with each other. I expect it to have a ripple effect. Things are always weird with them, but they go through a kind of 'baseline' weirdness and it can escalate to bananas weirdness very quickly. They're all incredibly manipulative awful people and I think it would be cool if they could just not do that...... I'm safe, I'm not afraid of them, but the whole debacle causes a lot of stress to me and I predict that things will get weirder as time goes on. This is another reason as to why I sometimes may just disappear.

There are a lot of other things going on rn that I haven't mentioned here because they're convoluted and too personal. Things are messy for me irl right now.

If I go very quiet/don't answer you, then I'm not being as dick I'm just busy or taking time away. On top of that, if my fics take longer than usual to update then this is why. I would appreciate not being chased for updates. You're absolutely welcome to ask me how it's going or for sneak peeks or updates, that's all absolutely fine, but just don't be asking stuff like 'when is the next chapter coming out?' or if I've only recently posted a chapter, asking me when the next one is coming. Just take it as you get it and enjoy what you have in the moment. I'm working very hard to get things done, especially with this last chapter of DD.

I looooove talking to you guys about everything so please don't worry about messaging me in general. I will reply eventually, I promise. I don't want you guys to think I'm mad at you or something lol. I am not! If I was then you can trust that I'd politely tell you :) I'm just super tired and overwhelmed, and I prefer to stay offline when I get like that.

Anyways on the plus side I found a cool new j-horror series (Documentary Q) and am working on the next MtB instalment! So we ball i guess! Also it was sunny in the UK for like two days so that's nice. I hope everyone is well <3

#pls do not reblog this

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ramblingautisticman · 5 months ago

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Advent Day 15! A special one for you all!

A Gift In The Making

Chapter 2 - A Weekly Tradition

Summary : Logan has a problem. What the fuck does he get Wade for Christmas?

(Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3.)

(Link the the A03 version in the title! I'll be updating next on Christmas Day (maybe Christmas Eve too..) Hope yall enjoy!)

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It was saturday, which meant Laura would be coming over for- what Wade called- family dinner. Logan honestly looked forward to these little get togethers every week, it was a nice chance to catch up with Laura while having a decent meal.

And this saturday's family dinner was going to be important, because this saturday's family dinner was going to help him with his issue.

You see, Logan had a plan. A good one.

During their dinner, he was going to casually ask everyone what they wanted for Christmas. If he asked Laura or Al- even if their presents had already been bought- he was positive that Wade would chime in with he wanted. It had to work! Then Logan would know what to get! It was a fool proof plan- atleast- it was in theory.

Of course, that didn't quiet happen. Not exactly.

Laura had shown up at the apartment with Al, Logan finished cooking up this weeks dish- a chicken pot pie with roast potatoes and vegetables- and they had all sat down at the table to eat, casual conversation quickly starting after they tucked in.

"So, how has school been Laura? How are they treating ya at the mansion?" Logan asked, a small smile on his face as he glanced up at her over the food. It had been bittersweet when Laura had told him she wanted to move into the mansion and go to school at Xavier's. On one hand, he knew it was the best place for her. She would get a great education and learn to hone her skills. The other hand though- well- that's where his past came back to haunt him.

He couldn't help but feel like something bad would happen to her while she was there, and he wouldn't be able to help. It had happened before, so why wouldn't it happen again? Wade had helped with the whole panicking if he thought about it thing, and Laura had assured him that if there was ever trouble Logan was the first person she would call. It still made him alittle anxious, but she seemed happy there and that was enough for Logan.

"Oh- pretty good actually. I'm passing all my classes with like mostly A's, and Professor Scott said I'll probably be top of my Combat class." She said, smiling right back up at him as she finished swallowing a potatoe. "And yes, you ask everytime, seriously Da-Logan..I'm fine! They are all very nice! You really do need to come over at some point...they are having a New Year's party I think..maybe you and Wade can come." She suggested, looking away embarrassed at her near miss.

She still hadn't called Logan 'Dad' yet, but she was getting their. Her and Logan were getting there. Laura was still getting used to having a parental (well, two with Wade) figure, and Logan was still getting used to being someone's parental figure. It would take awhile before they were both used to it, but they were doing pretty good so far.

Logan went to respond, to quickly shut down the idea of going and seeing those old friends he really wished to avoid, but before he could managed to- like alot of other times since he moved to this universe- Wade beat him too it.

"Ah! Your both so adorable- lil father daughter conversations! Also yes, we will be there! I promise! We can bring you back with us! We can go out and get some lunch the next day before your classes start back up again!" Wade rambled excitedly, earning a small chuckle from Logan.

Okay, he wasn't really excited about having to go to the mansion, but Laura wanted him too and with Wade there? Maybe it wouldn't be so bad. Plus, he had awhile to prepare himself. "Yeah...yeah okay, but we won't stay the whole time. Don't think I can deal with Scott that long." He said with a chuckle, smirking slightly at Laura before eating another vegetable off his plate.

"Perfect! Oooo- are they having a Christmas party? Do they do that? I mean, some of the kids don't have parents and homes they can go back too right? They have Christmas for those kids?" Wade asked, quickly turning from excited to concerned that kids might not celebrate at the mansion.

Logan quickly shut that down though. "They did in my universe. We did Hanukkah too for the few Jewish kids we had, and whatever else the kids celebrated. I'm sure they do here Wade, don't worry." He said gently, hoping to calm Wade down. Logan knew what he was like- if someone didn't say the kids got Christmas- he would probably start crying.

"Is that all you talk about bitch?" Al mutterd, quickly starting a little debate between her and Wade about 'the important of the Christmas spirit' and about how it 'isn't even December yet motherfucker!'.

Logan and Laura couldn't help but share a small laugh as they continued to eat, just watching as the argument unfolded.

Wade really was adorable when he got passionate like this. Wade took every chance he could to talk about anything and everything Christmas- and Logan realised that as the argument settled down- this was the perfect segway for what he wanted to ask.

"Talking of christmas- what's everyone wantin'? Laura? You have anything on ya list?" He asked as nonchalantly as he could, putting his cutlery down and turning his full attention to Laura.

She shrugged in response, continuing with her meal as she spoke. "Not much...maybe some stuff for school? Pens and notebooks and stuff like that? Clothes?" Laura spoke in an unenthusiastic tone, glancing up between Logan and Wade, then looking back down to her plate.

"Come on- you don't want anything exciting? Anything in particular? We can get you school supplies and clothing any time you want or need Mini Peanut! Come on, what is something you want? Not need." Wade asked, neglecting his own meal to now violently wave his hands around as he spoke.

"Yeah, Laura, honey, there has to be something you want! Make sure it's big and expensive! They can't say no to you!" Al chimed in, smirking alittle as she went back to her meal, Laura glancing up at her and smirking back.

Logan really wanted Laura to accept she could ask for things she needed- even things she wanted- and they were making slow process. She pointed out things she liked in the mall when they went, but always refused when anyone offered to get it for her. Luckily, Wade had made a small list of things she had hinted at wanting and they had bought her a few things, but they wanted to get her something she really wanted.

"I guess...I guess a sketchbook would be cool- Miss Ororo said my art was good..and she said I could use her one she wasn't using- but it'd be cool to...to have my own drawing stuff.." Laura muttered, eyes still glued to her plate of nearly finished food.

"You like art?" Logan asked, raising an eyebrow in confusion. She had never mentioned that. Sure, Laura had doodle on Wade's hand a few times when they were out and she got anxious, but he never really thought much of it. It was clearly something she was alittle insecure about, but Logan was glad she finally mentioned something.

Laura went to answer, but Wade was clearly too excited for that, so Logan watched as Laura quickly shut her mouth to let him talk. "That is amazing! I think we can manage something like that! Our little artist!" He said dramatically, Laura clearly easing up alittle at Wade being Wade, her and Logan chuckling in sync at his antics. Al couldn't help but laugh alittle too, even if she acted like Wade annoyed her, she did love her little family.

"Yeah, sure we can get you some drawing stuff- and seriously- if you need school supplies or new clothes, just tell us. Even if you just want something, tell us." Logan said, a small smile on his face as he looked over to Al. "And what about you Al? What do you want for Christmas?" He asked, that smile still on his face as he looked over at the women.

"Wade to shut up for more than 5 seconds would be nice!" She said with no real heat behind her words, as she playfully smacked said man's arm. It caused Wade to gasp loudly, placing a hand on his heart as if it was deeply offensive. Even if she couldn't see it, Al knew what he was doing.

"That and a new TV. Mine is on the fritz. Seriously- how am I ment to watch my shows when the goddamn audio is cutting in and out?" She asked, clearly annoyed at the situation she found herself in. Logan and Wade both looked at eachother with a fond smile, glad they had been right about what she had wanted, a brand new TV already wrapped and ready in their spare room.

Logan stared at Wade for a second longer before speaking again, taking a deep breath before asking the person he had really wanted too. "You Wade? What do you want? Sure Laura and Al wanna know what insane shit they need to buy you." He teased, hoping it wouldn't make Wade realise what he was doing.

Wade just smiled at him, and said in a very soft voice, that all he wanted was "A good christmas with my perfect family."

Which was nice. Really nice and sweet- and it made Logan's heart flutter for a second- but how the fuck was that helpful? How was that meant to help Logan?

Before he knew it, the conversation had moved on too a different topic, and once again Logan was sat thinking about what Wade would actually want. What Wade deserved.

Eventually Laura and Al left, and Wade was stood in the kitchen stacking up the plates in the sink for Logan to inevitably end up cleaning the following morning. Logan watched him with a small frown. Why didn't Wade just say something helpful? Tell him what he wanted? Wade loved asking Logan for things! Whenever Wade dragged him to the mall or to go shopping he was also pointing at things, begging Logan to buy them for him. So why wouldn't he say anything earlier?

"So, you want a good Christmas with your perfect family? Is that all?" He asked softly, slowly stepping behind Wade, placing his hands onto the others waist and resting his head on Wade's shoulder. Logan felt the other man's hum and nod, laughing alittle at the response. "That's it? No rare Hello Kitty figures? No new marshmallow squish things?" He asked, smiling softly up at Wade as he kissed his cheek.

"Nope. Just want this Christmas to go perfect. As perfect as I can pull of perfect anyway. Plus- I like getting other people gifts more than getting my own! It's fun! Wrapping them all up, writing the little messages...which you might need to help me with alittle...and getting to watch there face light up! It's the best part!" Wade said happily, turning around and pulling Logan up so he was standing properly. "Promise, that's all I want."

Logan nodded alittle and couldn't help but let his smile grow at the answer. It was such a Wade answer. He was always so selfless- even if he didn't admit it- and the one thing he wanted was making other people happy.

Logan knew, as he looked down at Wade with a smile, exactly what he was getting him for Christmas.

#deadpool and wolverine #poolverine #wade wilson #deadpool 3 #deadclaws #deadpool #logan howlett #wade x logan #logan #wade winston wilson #wade wilson fanfic #deadpool fanfiction

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