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reignpage · 5 months ago

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helloooooo! i’m literally such a fan of everything you post and you’re literally one of the best smau authors on here periodt 🖤

how do you think the jjk men and jjk boys would react to their gf asking another man for help with something or seeing another man help them? like with setting up furniture or opening jars or fixing up their car?

Gojo:

on a mission you partner off with some other guy MAN IS STANDING THERE, JAW ON THE FLOOR HE'S FUCKING BUFFERING LMFAO "uhhhh, sugarplum cupcake sweetness chocolate mouse honeybee? I'm right here???" "don't take another step or god as my witness I will smite this entire country down" and then when you sigh and agree to partner off with him just so you can get this mission done, he's all smiley again, wrapping an arm around your shoulders and skipping off into the sunset

Geto:

on a date you ask a server for some tissues it's so harmless, so normal, so common sensical you'd never think he'd care but when you turn back to him, he's got that psycho killer smile the one that looks so peaceful, so kind and patient that your heart drops to you ass and you realise your mistake "I could have gotten tissues for you, pretty." "did you not want me to get tissues for you, angel?" "could that monkey really fetch tissues better than I could?" will not tip the server might even send a curse after him tbh

Choso:

jealous of his own brother you're at their home and you ask Yuji for a glass of water since he's already in the kitchen man starts sulking he's all depressed, fucking rain cloud over his head, and he looks like he just presented you with a drawing he did in class and you told him you're happy he gave it his best effort lol "I wanted to get water for you" "why did you ask Yuji?" "Yuji can't get water better than me, can he?" will make Yuji return the water so he can get it for you himself, gets a whole new cup and everything

Toji:

you ask a plumber to fix a leaky pipe under your sink comes home and sees a pair of men's shoes and he's readying a fucking weapon cocks a gun and everything marches in all ready for some guerrilla warfare sees you waiting for the plumber and realises the situation will backseat help "nah, you need to twist harder" "how much experience did you say you have?" when guy leaves, he's all moody and grouchy "no, I don't fucking care" "waste your money on some fucking plumber, that's on you" will break it when you're not looking so he can prove a point "it's hard to get good help these days ma, good thing I'll do it for free"

Nanami:

you're at work you ask a colleague for help with a document instead of him doesn't say shit he's trying to rationalise it in his head "she just didn't want to bother me, that's all" to everyone else, he looks fine but you see his jaw is tense, brow twitching once in a while, and he's flicking through papers much harder than he needs to have to smooth talk him "are you okay, kenny baby?" "I thought we had an agreement that pet names have no place in the office, honey." ride home is quiet, not really tense since you know why he's upset, and it's making you laugh a little when you get home, you have to hug it out of him and whisper sweet nothings until he relaxes "yes, you're right, my love. I was feeling a little possessive there. please come to me if you ever need help, even if it's the most minor thing. I would never turn you away." me personally, I wouldn't wait until we get home, I'm sucking him off in the car, hell under the desk, hell right in front of everyone

Sukuna:

you ask some random person in the street for directions whilst out sightseeing kills them you ask someone to get something on the top shelf in a supermarket, you don't even know Sukuna's there he kills them you trip, a guard on the estate catches you and you say thanks kills them changes out the entire guard doesn't even say shit, just does it without further thought or discussion

Yuji:

offended if you ask someone else to spar with you "HEY! I could spar you. I'm really good!!" will try to join in tries to show off his moves and the type to laugh really loud randomly to catch your attention you're going to have to throw him a bone because everyone else is getting annoyed if maki glares at you one more time, you'll cry "yay!!!! me and my girlfriend are the best sparring duo the world has ever seen" mood switches so easily, never holds a grudge

Megumi:

you're at a bookstore you ask for some guy's opinion, a recommendation or something he does that horror movie neck turn, the slow one with the jaws theme song doesn't say anything either just starts brooding oozing dark energy in the corner muttering to himself as he reads a book and if you tease him about it, he might actually just summon mahoraga tbh you have to butter him up and he'll let it go for the most part. just be aware you're never going to that bookstore again tho

Inumaki:

pikachu face when you ask panda to explain a joke to you you gonna do him like that??? with his BOY???? starts cursing all of you out "caviar!" and if you both ignore him, he'll start zipping down his jacket menacingly texts you "panda doesn't know shit, I'm the memelord, you should ask me" "panda's not explaining right!" spams "bruh" everywhere, in ur dms, in the group chat, on his insta/snap stories. fucking tweets it

#jjk reactions

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mattsbows · 4 months ago

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ribbons and lace ౨ৎ sam golbach

in which. . .you give sam a little punishment for claiming something is "too girly"

smut, sub!sam, bondage, use of pet names (both sweet and demeaning), oral (m), edging, grinding

1.2k words

you were by far the girliest person anyone had ever met. your entire closet was a combination of pinks, white, and soft greys. your and sam’s bedroom looked more like your bedroom, considering the circle bed, plushy pink comforter, and the girly knick knacks that were strewn around the room.

this usually wasn’t a problem. sam didn’t mind the fact that it looked like a boutique had exploded in your house. you were happy and that was all he cared about. however, he was a boy, after all. sometimes he wanted to do…well, guy things, which was rather hard in your hyperfeminine home.

“sweetheart, do we have any, uh, non hello kitty cups?” he asked you gently, looking through the cabinets.

“i don’t think so. why?” you questioned, looking up from the ulta catalogue that you were currently circling your wishlist in.

“well, uh…”

you cocked your head at sam’s hesitation. “go on.”

“it’s just that these glasses are a bit girly to drink a beer out of. that’s all.” he mumbled sheepishly, rubbing the back of his reddening neck.

you blinked, a smirk growing on your face. “too girly, huh?”

“baby,” sam started. “it’s not a bad thing! i just wanted something a little more guylike.”

you folded your catalogue, feigning irritation. what you really felt though, was a spark of attraction and excitement. “bedroom. now.”

“but i didn’t mean it like-” sam was cut off by you grabbing his wrist, a coy smile on your glossy pink lips.

“i suggest you get your pretty little ass to the bedroom right now, or you won’t cum for two weeks. got it?” you teased.

sam blushed at your words, nodding softly. he knew better than to argue with you. it wouldn’t get him what he wanted. the blond dropped his head quietly, making his way to the bedroom. he knew you would follow in time, the best thing to do now was be patient for whatever awaited him.

you waited a few beats before entering the bedroom, noting sam on his knees on the bed. “good boy.” you smiled

sam whined at your statement as you sat beside him, rubbing your hand along his upper thigh. his dick was already starting to harden from you teasing him, and your rubbing wasn’t helping.

“‘m gonna show you just how feminine i can get, baby boy,” you cooed with fake sweetness. “c’mon. be a good little thing and strip.”

your boyfriend did as told, slowly removing his shirt and pants until he was left in just boxers. you stared at him with a watchful eye, not even needing words to embarrass the boy.

“sammy needs to learn his lesson, huh?” you tutted, straddling his lap. “needs to be shown what having a smart mouth will get you.” you grinned, beginning to grind on his covered cock.

“f-fuck…” sam whimpered quietly. “i’m sorry. didn’t mean to talk back. shit.” he whined.

you began to dry hump sam harder, your skirt-covered hips bucking against his own. the blond had his head thrown back, little whines and grunts leaving his lips as he gripped the hem of your shirt. he was so painfully hard that it hurt.

just as you felt sam’s cock twitch with oncoming orgasm, you moved off his lap. “you didn’t think you were getting off that easy, did you?” you chuckled.

the blond whined, his lower lip jutting out. “need to cum…” he whined, dick so painfully hard.

“awww, too bad. i’m not done having my fun,” you shrugged. “on your back.”

sam did as told, knowing the faster he obeyed you, the faster he would get the sweet release he had been chasing just moments prior. he had brought this upon himself, after all. as soon as his back hit the pink pillows, you spread his legs, pulling his boxers down his legs. as soon the material was off, his dick sprung up, red, hard, and glistening with pre cum.

“you gonna be a good boy?” you questioned.

he nodded eagerly, needing to feel your touch on his body once more. “y-yes. promise.” he mumbled, looking up at you with those blue puppy eyes.

“so you’ll let me tie you up, huh? let me use you however i please?”

sam nodded eagerly, willing to do practically anything to have you touch him. you smiled at his compliance, bouncing off the bed and skipping over to your vanity. you dug around in the drawers for a moment, before pulling out two spools of ribbon; one lacy and one silky pink.

before sam knew it, you were gracefully tying his hands and feet together using the ribbon. to make the punishment extra sweet and ironic, you made sure to finish the bonds with bows, giggling at your work. “not too girly now, huh baby?” you said, voice dripping with false sympathy.

“‘m sorry.” the blond whined gently, cheeks reddening at the situation.

you hummed gently, beginning to suck and lick at his cock. your large doe eyes fluttered innocently, your falsies batting against your blushed cheeks. sam groaned as the stimulation made him ache with pleasure. he needed to grab onto something. the more he whined, the faster you went, taking him until his dick hit the back of your throat.

“shit,” sam whimpered, wriggling in his pink, lacy ties. “need to…need to cum.”

as soon as your boyfriend said that, you pulled off with a pop, sitting back on your legs and glaring at him sweetly. “beg for it, sam. i know you can do it.”

“please,” he moaned, stomach clenching with the need for orgasm. “please let me cum.”

“no. you wanted to act like a little brat, now you’re getting treated like one.” was your short answer before you were back to teasing him, the flat of your tongue running along the underside of his dick.

sam whined, the ache from being edged becoming so powerful that tears were pricking at the corners of his eyes. he couldn’t even grasp the sheets to control himself, hands still bound with your ribbons. “fuck…oh, mmm…” he moaned.

finally, you pulled off, looking up at him with a smile. “have you been a good boy, sweetheart?” you asked, reaching up to caress his sweat-dampened cheek.

your boy nodded eagerly as a tear ran down his face. “mhm. been a good boy. ‘m sorry for misbehaving.”

you grinned, patting his cheek. “you’re such a whore, baby. you know that? go ahead,” you purred, starting to stroke his aching cock. “cum for me.”

sam was so sensitive from being edged repeatedly that he came with just a few pumps of your hand. he cried out repeatedly as the warm, white substance coated your hand, finally giving him the release he’d been craving. as soon as he was finished, your boyfriend laid back against the pillows, panting heavily.

you kissed sam’s forehead, before wiping your hand off with a wipe from your nightstand and moving to untie his binds. “did you learn your lesson, love?” you asked, the mean demeanor you had given him just moments prior now gone.

the blond nodded his tiredly, beyond worn out. “yeah. i guess girly stuff isn't that bad.” he mumbled, going red again.

“damn right it isn’t, sweetheart.”

a note from the author: hey so me and @tyummyz were insane for this idea! enjoy<3

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mypoisonedvine · 2 years ago

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request for virgin eddie munson who loses his shit over anything and everything reader does

you are speaking my LANGUAGEEEE GOOD GOD

warning: smut, wholesomeness, eddie is down bad

"So... you've really never done this before?" you said, biting your lip. You have no excuse for why it kinda turned you on. Perhaps because it was the last thing you expected from a guy like Eddie... or because you got the feeling you could blow his mind without putting all too much effort into it.

"I-I mean, I've done stuff," he assured, "just... not this, yeah."

"Don't tell me you were saving yourself for the right girl," you joked, and he laughed nervously as he rubbed his palms on the trailer's ratty old couch.

"No," he breathed, "not really, just... never had much luck with girls, I guess."

"Well," you purred as you leaned in closer, running your hand over his chest through the adorable DIY Hellfire shirt, "if you don't mind giving up your virginity, you can get lucky tonight. How's that sound?"

"Uh... pretty much perfect," he laughed thinly.

But what truly sounded perfect was Eddie himself-- the way he moaned, whimpered, even begged for you as soon as you did anything for him. Grinding in his lap, making out and running through your fingers through that beautiful mess of hair... it seemed so easy to drive him crazy, and you loved it.

"Baby," he breathed, "I-- I don't know how much more I can take of this..."

"You've still got your jeans on," you noticed with a smirk.

"Yeah, and you've got your top off-- can't help it," he grinned, "you're gorgeous."

"God, I want you to fuck me," you sighed.

"What are we waiting for, then?" he cooed, running his hands up your bare back.

"W-well, it's just--"

"Oh, fuck," he breathed, "been down this road before-- sorta how I ended up still a virgin by now. But it's fine, we don't have to--"

"No, it's not that!" you interrupted. "I really want to... I just feel kinda weird about being your first."

"Weird, like, you don't want to be?" he asked, concerned.

"Weird, like, not sure why you want it to be me. Are you really sure?" you pressed.

"At this point, doll, I want it to be anybody," he joked, rubbing the back of his neck nervously.

You thought you hadn't shown your disappointment on your face, but he still noticed, and reached up to turn your head towards him when you looked away.

"Hold on, I didn't mean it like that," he promised. "I-I really want it to be you. Specifically-- like, not just any girl. Yes, I would pretty much take 'any girl' by now, as long as she's not, you know, an objectively horrible person, I guess... but oh my god, you..."

He pulled you a little closer, looking right into your eyes, and you had the terrifyingly wonderful thought that this might be more than just casually hooking up. You might have a tiiiny bit of a crush...

"You-- you're... so much better than I ever thought I could do," he continued laughing. "And I never made a big deal out of my first time-- I mean, I wanted it, but I didn't think it had to be special or anything. And it doesn't have to be, especially if you don't want it to be, but... I think it kind of is, more than I expected. Because, honestly, getting lucky with a smokin' babe like you is always gonna be special-- whether it's the first time or the thousandth time."

You kissed him again, a little differently than before; and he pulled you closer, holding you tight and sighing against you.

Before that, you'd imagined 'special' meant sweet, slow, patient-- really romantic stuff. That night, though, Eddie taught you that special could be wild, desperate, and just downright animalistic. Actually, he taught you that lesson repeatedly...

"So... just as special whether it's the first or the thousandth time, huh?" you remembered what he'd said as you both laid back, staring at the ceiling, panting like dogs.

"Yeah," he agreed, to exhausted to say much else.

"How about the second time?"

"The second time was five times ago, sweetheart," he laughed breathlessly.

"No, I mean like... the second date," you explained.

"As long as you give my dick a few days to recover... yeah, it'll be just as special next time."

#eddie munson x reader #eddie munson smut #eddie munson fic #bex and jd's sleepover

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scientia-rex · 1 year ago

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Saw a patient today who had been through a series of medical visits that epitomizes what I hate about multiple different kinds of care providers. Their VA dermatologist took a scoop out of them to remove a basal cell cancer. Fine. I’m not a dermatologist, maybe it needed those wide margins. (If it didn’t, going that deep should mean it was an excisional biopsy and they put in sutures to close it.) They gave the patient and his wife confusing instructions about wound care. They didn’t provide guidance around keeping it covered or moist. It got infected. His wife took him to Urgent Care. The UC doc took a swab of the wound and started antibiotics. They came to see me for a visit we scheduled ages ago for something else.

Here’s the thing. Wounds need to be kept at what I call the Goldilocks moisture level: not too dry and not too wet. If it’s pruny/white/mushy like it’s been in a bathtub, it’s too wet. If it’s cracking, it’s too dry. This is why you can’t say “cover it for X days and then leave it out.” That would be like telling someone with heart failure and lower extremity edema “take the diuretic for a week and then stop” without any instructions around dry weight, dizziness, etc. It’s more complicated than that.

This wound was too dry. No one had talked to them about keeping it moist. No one had even mentioned Vaseline.

No, they got a wound swab. Want to guess how good a wound swab is for an open wound exposed to the world? Pretty terrible. You can improve it a little bit by making sure you’ve removed some kind of layer and then expressing fluid directly from the wound with the swab, but it’s still bad. The only time I give a shit about what grows from a wound swab is when it was a) collected in the OR (as when the podiatrist gets a sample of osteomyelitic bone in a sterile environment) or b) when it grows pseudomonas. Everything else? I can figure out by looking at it. If it’s skin it’s probably either staph or strep. If it’s staph, it’s either MRSA or MSSA. If it’s MRSA, it’s making a lot of pus, it’s red, it’s hot, it’s painful. This wasn’t. So it was either MSSA or strep. So what are we going to do for systemic antibiotics? Probably the same thing we would have done anyway—Keflex.

And what’s the utility of systemic antibiotics in a skin wound? Not a lot, most of the time. This wasn’t cellulitis proper. It wasn’t red or hot or angry enough. A red border around the wound does not a systemic infection make. And if you don’t care properly for the wound itself, there’s no point in antibiotics, because it still can’t heal. Antibiotics can get where blood goes. Blood does not go into the slough that is the bacterial biofilm covering a wound.

So I sat there with gauze and saline and gently debrided the 100% slough off the wound. It’s yucky and it takes time and attention. It doesn’t get compensated. That’s why no one else had done it yet. The derm had blown it off as “it’s healing, it’s fine.” It wasn’t healing. It was developing rolled edges, where the wound edges couldn’t heal across the slough and so they started to curl back under themselves. If taking off the slough (and keeping it gone by MAINTAINING PROPER CONDITIONS) doesn’t let it heal, I’ll need to get him back in and rough up the edges with a Buck’s curette until it can heal.

Multiple professionals who should have known better tried to make my patient just go away, rather than heal him.

I’m pissed. I’m tired. I think I have a cold. I shouldn’t be doing the work the dermatologist or the UC provider should have done. And because of everything they’d told her, his wife was pissed at me for doing what was correct. “We’ve heard a lot of different things!” Yes, and I’m right. You’ll find out when the wound actually starts healing when we care for it properly.

The value of a model is in what it can predict. Wounds are great about making it clear when your model sucks.

#the attending dr. kristophine

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redgoldblue · 4 months ago

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so assuming Avery is actually pregnant / doesn't early-trimester miscarry (which is not a given), there's two reasonable ways this can go, right. number one is she gets an abortion, the plotline is used to pull them all back together again, and they all have some collective hurt/comfort about it. number two, the one i would write - don't get me wrong, i'm all for women getting career-driven abortions, but hear me out - is the one where she does have the baby. under the cut bc it got long.

she goes to med school at first while pregnant - Max is right, it can be done, people in my cohort did it - and either gets lucky with the timing of the actual birth being during holidays, or just works her way to getting time off for a few weeks around it. And then... there's a baby. And you know what else there is? There's two dads (because we're 100% Mamma Mia-ing this bitch. they never find out who the bio dad is and they never seriously try. Baby comes out with Avery's exact skin tone so that's no clue.), and an entire cruise ship worth of backup babysitters. So Avery goes back to med school, and leaves the baby with Tristan and Max.

And, yes, raising a baby while also running an infirmary with a rotating cast of temporary substitute nurses filling Avery's role isn't the easiest thing they've ever done, but Robert loves fulfilling grandparent duties any time he's not on duty; Rosie gets one of those strap-on baby carriers and walks her (i don't know why i've decided the baby is a her but i have now) around the engine room pointing out parts and explaining concepts and hey, the baby never complains about her Michigan stories; Corey gets a cart and a bundle of clean sheets and pushes her down the corridors until the smell of laundry powder automatically makes her start laughing.

Max and Tristan make a pact to send Avery at least two photos a day - which ends up getting supplemented by everyone else who's with Baby - and FaceTime her most days, and whenever she gets a few days off she meets them in port. (The most expensive part of baby-raising ends up being her flights to wherever the Odyssey happens to be at the time, at least until Robert finds out and figures out a way to start paying her 'maternity leave', despite her insistence that the whole point of this is that she isn't maternity-leaving and he should probably be paying himself that and anyway, isn't she technically not an employee right now?)

And the thing is, during this time, Max and Tristan start... realising some things. Like how neither of them feel like they've lost their only partner, because they.. haven't. Like how the co-parenting's been working out better than either of them expected, because they fell instantly (minus a few minor bumps) into a shared rhythm. Like how sometimes they look at the other one holding Baby and feel like their heart's about to explode.

Also, they've both started sleeping in Max's bed. Because Baby's spent so much time sleeping in the corner of the infirmary that now if she wakes up at night and can't see both of them, she starts crying inconsolably. And obviously Max's suite is more suited to multiple inhabitants, and they're usually too damn exhausted to even remember the first time they were in this bed together.

(usually. most of the time. and when they're not, they don't make it the other's problem)

So at the end of the first year of this, the last two days of the year's last cruise have been packed with crisis after crisis after demanding patient after crisis, and as soon as they finally wave the last passenger off they hand Baby gratefully over to Robert and go crash out in Max's bed.

Avery was supposed to be meeting them on board tomorrow, but her last exam gets unexpectedly moved up by a day (believe me, med school loves to pull that kind of shit on you), so a couple hours after the passengers have gone, she shows up to surprise them. And finds Robert (a known ody3 shipper) first, who lets her take Baby with minimal captainly sulking about it, and while she rocks and kisses Baby, tells her (as a known ody3 shipper) that the two dads will be on the Pelican deck, but they're probably asleep.

Avery kinda frowns at him, but doesn't question it, and takes Baby up with her to Max's suite to find them. And they are both fast asleep, on either side of Max's bed with a space carefully preserved between them (because it's usually where Baby would be and they're both terrified of accidentally rolling onto her in the middle of the night). She's also exhausted after exams, so she crawls into it, lies on her back with Baby on top of her chest, and goes straight to sleep.

Tristan and Max wake up before her, and when they look across at each other, at Avery and Baby between them, they both simultaneously realise, oh. oh. oh, this - this three, two-and-half, four people, all together - this is it. this is the love, this is the children, this might even be the home - the second, third, fourth bucket list items to happen in this bed.

#there is a non-zero chance i will actually end up writing this fic. there are multiple scenes half-coalesced in my head #but in the meantime have this #Doctor Odyssey #Ody3 #Quackers #Doctor Odyssey spoilers #mine #Avery Morgan #Tristan Silva #Max Bankman #i wanted to cry and hug tristan into oblivion watching the last scene #he fucked up with the 'sharing' stuff but my god he pulled it out for this #my writing #the other version of this i would love that's probably not going to happen is the one where there is no baby #but the abortion/miscarriage makes them both go 'fuck it life's too short for [insert reasons here]. yes avery let's do it'#and then they're all having sex with each other but outside of it tristan and max are only doing romantic stuff with avery #not each other. and both wind up feeling like something's missing and have a crisis that they made the wrong decision #until someone external (i'm thinking Robert for Max and a random polyam passenger he makes friends with for Tristan) actually interrogate #them on exactly what they're feeling and it makes them realise. hang on. whoops. turns out i might be more jealous of avery getting to kiss #tristan/max than i am of tristan/max kissing her. bc i'm actually fine and chill with avery doing whatever #because i know and trust that she's with us anyway. so jealousy might not be the right word at all and also. hm.

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just-jordie-things · 1 year ago

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omg omg omg i am extremely sorry if i interrupted your hopefully very wonderful day but i was thinking abt megumi x reader where the reader is at first very stoic and nonchalant (and sometimes even comes off as a bit blunt), typically is introverted, but once u get to know reader u realise they are very silly and lighthearted, and they like doing things for their friends even if they dont rlly find it interesting as they just want to make them happy. IDK WHY BUT I RLLY LIKE THIS IDEA. byebyee ! ♪( ´θ｀)ノ

!!!!!!!! YES !!!!!!!!!!!

what's interesting about you is that megumi did not warm up right away- despite you being just like him. nobara and yuji notice it shortly after meeting you. at first impression you're reserved, maybe even a bit intimidated by their rambunctious energy. but once you got to know them it didn't take long for them to see the real you. that you could be just as goofy and fun, you just had to get comfortable first!!

but just to megumi's luck, it seemed you hadn't quite gotten used to his presence yet. because as soon as he came around, you were quiet. for a while he didn't think much of it. but eventually he started to notice that wasn't the norm for the others.

he'd see you having lunch with yuji, laughing and talking animatedly. or chatting away while mid-spar with nobara, it seemed even when you were winded you could hold a conversation with her.

and he tried not to let it get under his skin, because megumi wasn't sensitive... he didn't care if you got along better with his friends than with him.... that would be... well... shit.

he racked his mind for what he possibly could've said or done to ward you off. but the longer he thought about it the more he came to realize that he hadn't even been around you enough to have said something to offend you, so what could it be?

his pesky thoughts kept telling him maybe you were crushing on yuji or nobara... but he did his best to shove those thoughts down. so what if you liked one of them? it wasn't like him to be jealous...

well shit, he's jealous AND sensitive. fantastic.

deciding that he'd just have to approach you to get to the bottom of it, megumi swallows his pride. if he asked you directly why you never talked to him, then you'd have to give him a proper answer.

so he finds you one afternoon walking on your own, takes a deep breath, and approaches.

and just before he can say anything, you catch sight of him and even smile a little- wait did you just smile at him?

"fushiguro, i was just going to look for you"

it's the most you've ever spoken to him, and he's frozen before you. he even looks completely caught off guard, brows raised to his hairline, lips parted, eyes wide, you almost laugh at him.

"l-looking for me?" he stammers back at you, and this time you can't help the little chuckle that comes out.

"yeah, gotcha something," you say, only confusing him further.

he watches in shock as you reach in your pocket, trying to come up with what you could have for him. when you retrieve a small pop-it keychain and dangle it before him with a grin, megumi can safely say he wasn't expecting that.

he blinks at it dumbly, as if he's never seen a pop-it fidget toy before. there's only two bubbles on the keychain since it's so small, but he's more curious about the black, vague dog shape of the keychain itself.

"thought it looked like your dog," you say, your smile suddenly growing bashful the longer megumi just stands there and stares at it. "...kinda" you add nervously.

finally, he reaches out to take the small gift from you. he pops the bubbles mindlessly, but mostly he just couldn't tear his eyes away from it.

it was almost awkward, how long you both stood there in silence while megumi inspects the keychain.

and eventually, he looks back at you, only ot find you've been waiting rather patiently for him to say something.

"you just... got this for me?"

it's a stupid comment, but he doesn't know what else to say.

you nod your head. "yeah, made me think of you"

it made her think of me? now megumi's face is heating up at the idea that you think of him at all. before now he would've bet money that you didn't even know his first name.

"oh... thank you..."

his awkwardness nearly gives you second hand embarrassment, but you're so relieved that he accepted the silly gift at all that all you can do is smile and nod at him.

to his surprise, there's a block in his throat that he has to clear before he can speak again.

"um, i was just heading to lunch..." he trails off, hoping that's all the more he'd need to say, but when you stand there and blink back at him he figures he'll have to make more of an effort. "have you eaten?"

you shake your head, a small smile on your face as you see where he was trying to go with this.

"i could eat" you reply.

megumi nods his head a few times, his fingers nervously fiddling with his new keychain, popping the rubber bubbles audibly.

"so... so you want to come and eat with me?"

you bite your tongue to keep from laughing as you nod again. your lunch is spent making awkward conversation in an attempt to fill the awkward silences. but after trying to open himself up to you, megumi finally got to see the side of you he so badly wanted to get to know.

now it was just his turn to try to return the favor. you had your curiosities too, after all.

#megumi brainrot #megumi x reader #fushiguro megumi x reader

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blackknight-kai · 6 months ago

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Just to make a small update:

Yes I’m working on asks 🫶 sorry it’s delayed work kinda…..hit hard. I don’t even get more than a minute to get up 1 time a day hardly anymore because it’s so much chaos and yada yada yada.

Asks are gonna be a bit slow (I’ll sprinkle through them here and there) but come January when things slow a bit for me I’ll be back to regular programming.

Thank you for being patient with me! You guys have given me so much inspiration and I wanna get it out but I’m so brain dead 😭💀

That said, have a small not fleshed out head canon about Pranks!

Wukong and DO are the kind of guy that gets TOO competitive and too into pranks and shit.

You towel whip him? You better HOPE he doesn’t catch you. Your ass is gonna HURT when he gets you back with it or something else.

I advise you not to get into a pranking war with him. No. Just…for your sanity and safety do NOT. Because you challenge him? He’s going to make it so so much worse for you.

In my house, whatever is done receives 10x the payback. That’s how I grew up and I can imagine Wukong/DO being WORSE.

While Wukong is obvious, DO you’d think “Nah he would be light on the pranks he’s reserved” and that’s where you go wrong. See, I feel like DO being quiet means he’s a thinker. And thinking people(monkeys) are dangerous. He has PLANS.

Him being in love with you won’t save you. It might buy you time or a smaller prank…but in the end he’s going to win the prank war.

While Wukong/DO won’t HURT you….will he put you in danger just for a bit/to watch you squirm? Yes. Sure he has the situation under control and you won’t get hurt in the end but…he’s committed to assert his dominance as a master trickster.

He LOVES the games and challenge.

But don’t get it twisted, he’s all for good fun not genuinely fucking you up mentally or hurting you. If you tell him he’s gone too far or tell him to keep it at a certain level - he would, just for you because he cares about YOU. Hes gonna annoy the hell out of you though because he always seems to have SOMETHING up his sleeve. You can get him good, surprise him, or one up him. But be ready for the consequences of that. He may be proud but he’s going to show you who is better. He’s like a predator playing with his prey when it comes to tricks and pranks.

If you don’t think you can handle his full prankster attention try team work with him instead. He will be the most amazing partner in crime.

Slight nsfw thought:

When you one up him he’s gonna reward you because it definitely turned him on that you got him gooooood. Gonna make sure you feel reaaal good about it too with how proud he is of you.

Honestly the tricks and pranks probably lead to playful/spicy play between you guys because it’s kinda like flirting 🤣 especially for him.

#black myth wukong #sun wukong x reader #black myth wukong x reader #destined one x reader #bk kai writes

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helleboretea · 27 days ago

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The Pitt ep 13 thoughts

Rewatching the episode so I can put together my thoughts

I still fucking miss Collins and don’t know why she isn’t back yet (but also get that rest girl)

Dana keeping cops in check yes my queen

(The ER gifs have activated my ocd and I will now never go anywhere near a helicopter)

Night shift charge nurse Bridget we love to see you

Whitaker, my love, my sweet drowned rat, what the fuck are you doing to that clown? (lol, he isn’t scared of clowns, clowns are scared of him)

Mel has never been funnier, I love her trying to get a handle on the situation without freaking anyone out

Can I please marry Samira Mohan? Can I be her wife? I do believe seeing her smile everyday would heal all my trauma and depression

Lupe and Kiara I’m so sorry my loves that this is your job today

That one person was right, Perlah dived over her patient when Langdon yells “gun”. Why does this show make me fall head over heels for all of its characters!?

Langdon still has his dad friendship bracelet on, and it’s come untucked, I hope there isn’t too much blood on it at the end of shift

When Langdon calls all clear, you can see he says it directly to Robby (I’m sobbing)

McKay doing what needs to be done, even if it threatens her probation. This show is just full of queen shit

Langdon still teaching as he goes

Mr Grayson better make it out okay

Whitaker holding out his hand and Donnie immediately putting gauze in it

The decision to put the shooting victims wife in scrubs - how dare they

Ellis confirmed athlete

I just can’t even with Jake and Leah

Carmen with her clean underwear, I get you girl

Langdon with an overdose while checking in on Robby and Leah

It’s now moving too fast to have thoughts, except Dana and Abbot trying to hold up Robby while holding up a whole ER during a MCI, my loves

All of them standing over Mr Grayson and Samira stepping up (my heart eyes)

How dare you give us that hope of Leah having a pulse for that one second

Mel my baby, your burn out is gonna be so bad. I can see what’s happening in that beautiful brain of yours

The woman with the shot arm is semi catatonic. Been there. Mel’s compassion and understanding is so important. How she wants to find her a quiet space. Sobbing again

Dana your eyes

Robby stop with your big brown eyes. Someone needs to hold him

Shooter or not, David is dangerous

Langdon also needs to stop it with his eyes

To be clear, Santos did try to get an attending or senior resident, no one would/could come, so she did what needed to be done. It’s a MCI, not an ordinary day

I wish Robby hadnt taken Jake to see Leah. I get it’s his stepson and he’s crashing out already, but her parents won’t even be given that opportunity until the FBI releases her body. It’s just not right and it made things worse. He needed to be the parent here

Abbot your autism is showing and I love it. Also love that he called out Santos and told her that what she did was badass and saved her life. Balance baby

Fuck you Jake, she got shot in the chest. You think Robby just chose not to save her? He’s seen what the ER looks like right now, seen the numbers of victims, ffs

Robby’s crashing out speech. Fuck me. Getting Jake out of the room because he CANNOT SEE WHATS ABOUT TO HAPPEN - oh I’ve fucking been there, why is this fucking show so fucking accurate

#the pitt

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howlett-dekarios · 2 months ago

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𝙳𝚊𝚛𝚔 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎𝚜

▏Logan Howlett x Reader

▏Summary: After being off radar for years, clown in red spandex also known as Wade Wilson materialized on your doorstep, asking for help. But you had your reasons to vanish, consumed by never-ending grief and empty spot in your heart...

▏Word count: 4,5k

▏A/n: Okay so this is basically a prologue for the new series It's Always Been You. Aurora will be involved in the mission of saving their universe on which she'll be forced to meet and fight the demons of her past life. I'm super excited about it so, please leave some word what you think about the whole concept!

Wade didn’t have much choice. Colossus and Negasonic put him in jail and probably wouldn’t be very happy to see that he got out so fast and in rather not so legal way. But he needed help. The X-force plan hasn’t worked out how he imagined. Yes Cable reached out to him, offering to team up and help each other, but ex-mercenary knew better than to fully trust him. Their interests were a bit different, colliding even. He wanted to save Russel when that old cyber soldier had the kid in less.. breathing condition.

So when he grew his legs back he headed to one more place. It was a risky move, but Wilson just couldn’t stop himself from meeting his legend. Facing the woman who he admired and even jerked off to the pic of a few times.

But when he knocked and the door opened, the woman in front of him wasn’t very superhero looking. Yes, Colossus told him about your retirement after what happened with your husband but.. well seeing you in such domestic image wasn’t what he expected. Messy upper bun, grey sweats and too big black hoodie, probably one of Logan’s if his assumptions were correct.

“Fuck, no.” You said, seeing some guy in red spandex standing on your doorstep.

“Deadpool. Wade Wilson if you like that-“

“Don’t wanna know, don’t care. Get lost.” A tiredness in your voice evident. “What do you want?”

“I need your help.” You closed your eyes, because you’ve already knew that he would say that. “Mind if I come in?”

“I’m done with this shit.” The bitch face you gave him was so unfamiliar. From all the old photos and stories Wade knew you rather as a kind and loving person, always ready to step in. Of course not personally, but Colossus has been very descriptive. “Wrong address, buddy.”

“Wrong one, huh? I’m pretty sure I’m right where I need to be. I know who you are, Ms. 'retired X-Men, hiding out here trying to live a normal life. But I need you, Aurora.” He tapped his finger against the door frame, patiently waiting for some sort of reaction.

“As you just said, I’m retired. Fuck off.” You tried to smash the door in his face but he quickly stuck out his foot, blocking it from closing.

“Now hold on for a second. I know you’re out of the superhero game, but I’m not asking you to put on the suit and start saving the world again.” He looked you up and down, his gaze lingering on your face and the hoodie you were wearing. “I just need a little help. Some information, maybe a bit of your time. Consider it a favor.”

Obviously it was all a lie but he couldn’t bring any other idea how he could’ve stopped you from kicking him out instantly. But his skills in talking could buy him some time, particularly seeing what has been hanging on your neck. Dogtags that could’ve belonged only to one person in the past.

“You have five minutes.” A long sigh left you while stepping out of the way, allowing him to enter.

“Very generous of you, peanut. Five minutes are all I need.” His eyes quickly scanned the place. It was a rather small flat, but still giving sort of calming and quiet feeling. Not very suitable for a hero but very you. “Nice place. A bit dull and normal for someone as extraordinary as you, but I guess that's the whole point, right?”

“You're here as an interior designer or you just like yapping?” It was met with his laugh which only proved your point. “Listen I like normality and want it to stay that way.”

“Just making an observation, no need to get snappy.” He leaned against the wall, his eyes never leaving you. “So you like being a civilian, all low-profile. I get it.” He looked around your flat. “But you've been a part of the X-Men for what, a good chunk of your life? Saving the world, fighting the bad guys. Can you really give all that up? And don't give me that crap about retirement because FOX couldn’t get that cheap all recently.”

You gave him a quick glance through her arm, not really facing him.

“I have my reasons.” Your tone low, not really wanting to get into any details.

“Yeah, I bet you do. Losing someone precious, huh? I know a thing or two about that.” He pushed off the wall and took a few steps closer to you. After all he just lost Ness.. he could try to understand.

He only made a step or two when his arm was forced behind his back, disarming him. Shit, you still have your skills in all fairness. That’s what he counted on.

“Don't.” It was clear what you meant. Not to go further and elaborate about losing people. About old days as an X-men. Not about Scott. Not about Logan.

“Okay, okay. I hear you. No talking about past losses. No talking about Logan. Message received. But please, do release my arm. I don't fancy having it broken at the moment.” Growing back his lower parts was enough struggle. Only then he was set free, his arms held up in surrender. “Thanks. Gotta say, you've got quite the grip there. So, you got any beer in there? Or does the retired X-Men lifestyle only allow for a healthy diet of kale and quinoa?”

“Normality is not healthy.” You walked over to the fridge and threw him a beer-can.

“Well, I can drink to that.” He caught it with a playful smirk, opening the can and taking a long sip. “But seriously, you're okay with living like this? Hidden from the world, pretending to be a regular person? After everything you seen and been through?”

“Listen, I gave you five minutes so you better get to the point or leave, we clear?”

“Not playing, huh?” Another gulp of beer. “Something really messy can happen and I need some information-“

“I’m out of the business for years now.”

“I know it, but you've got a vast network of connections, don't you? You might be out of the superhero playground, but I doubt you've completely severed all ties with the mutant community.”

“The people I knew are mostly six feet under the ground, so talk with the youngsters in the mansion. Piotr is apparently there all the time if my info is correct.”

He chuckled dryly, shaking his head.

“Colossus? Seriously? I'd rather gouge my own eyes out with a rusty spoon.” He scratched the back of his mask, thinking for a moment. He looked around your flat, once again taking in the mundane surroundings, so different from the life you had once led. “Alright, so you don't have any connections left. What about your mutant abilities? You're a 'retired X-Men' after all. You must have something useful.”

“You’re running out of time. Two minutes, red.”

The ultimatum made him only roll his eyes.

“Always straight to the point. You know, you're a tough nut to crack. I'm starting to see why Logan found you endearing.”

“Stop it.”

He immediately caught onto your reaction, the mention of Logan clearly stirring something within you. He decided to press your buttons a bit further, a hint of a smirk on his face. The topic of your dead lover could be used to his advantages if he lead it correctly.

“Why not? Too painful to talk about him?” He made a deliberate step closer to you, pushing your limits.

“Get the fuck out of my flat.” You said in serious tone.

But he could see your anger rise. Good. It's a dangerous game but he has been a master in this. Triggering people. A small chuckle left him, his smirk growing wider. He clearly enjoyed pushing your buttons. A few more steps towards you, his tone mocking.

“Touched a nerve, did I? Come on, princess, you can't still be hung up on him, can you? He's been dead for years. You're not still pining for him, are you?”

“I said. Get. Out.” But his eyes weren’t focused on you anymore, rather on the small metal plates on your chest. His expression faltering momentarily before hardening again. He took a final step towards you, his voice becoming darker.

“Or what? You'll throw me out and go back to your nice, quiet life of pretending to be a regular human when you’re anything other than that?”

He was now standing right in front of you, too close for comfort. He could almost hear your heartbeat racing. But you didn’t step back, eyes storming at him with pure hate, challenging him to say one more word. He leaned in a bit closer, his voice just above a whisper.

“It must be hard, huh? Pretending like it doesn't bother you, like you've completely moved on. But deep down, you're still hurting, aren't you?”

He reached out, his gloved hand gently touching the dog tags around your neck, which ended up with you dragging it back and twisting his wrist. Wade let out a pained growl, cracking under your grip.

“Goddamnit, you're stronger than you look!” He stumbled back a few steps, clutching his wrist. Your only reaction though was hiding the dogtags under your hoodie, away from his reach. “You really know how to hurt a guy.” He took a step forward, his usually confident demeanor somewhat shaken. “You're more conflicted than I thought. Still holding onto the past, not being able to get over what happened, huh? That's not healthy, princess.”

It was such a hypocritical move for a guy who blown himself up just few days before. But right know he had something else to focus his mind on. A reason to get himself together.

“You know jack shit about me. About what it was like to be there and watch it all.” Firstly the guilt of running away with Logan and leaving Scott behind just to find out how your brother was murdered by fanatics, later to see the one man you loved more than anything die in your arms.

He chuckled humorlessly.

“Don't give me that bullshit. You think you're the only one who's lost someone? You're not the only one who's had heartbreak and pain. We all have our past traumas, princess.” His eyes darkened as he continued to clutch his injured wrist which was already slowly healing. “Logan's death hurt you. I get it. But you can't just shut everyone out forever. You're living like a damsel in a damn fairytale.”

“I’m not a fucking damsel. I don’t need a prince charming nor a freaking guy with his ass in red spandex who tries to seem funny and cool. You know where the door is so don’t make me lead you there, Wilson.”

“Funny, you sure look like one. Hiding away in this boring-ass little flat, acting like you're not some badass mutant and hero who saved the world fair share of times. You're trying to fool yourself.” He walked over, becoming more sarcastic. “And who said I was trying to seem cool? I am cool. Cool as hell. Definitely for these nerds.”

“Yeah, tell yourself that.”

“Fine, peanut, you don’t leave me any choice. You wanna talk about Logan? We'll talk about him. You still miss him, don't you? You still dream about him. You still wake up every morning and reach for his side of the bed, forgetting he's not there anymore.” He watched your reaction carefully.

“Don’t you dare-“

“Or what? You'll break my other wrist?

I'm not backing down, princess. You’re living in self pity hole. In a goddamn fantasy land, wanting to pretend like none of it matters anymore. Fooling yourself even though you’re too damn smart for this.” His masked face focused on you, trying to break through your facade. “And you know what’s the worst? You still love him. Care about him. And you hate yourself for it.”

He could see how hard you’re trying to fight. To punch and kick his ass out of your place. But the internal struggle is already too strong to overcome. The rational part of your mind trying to force you to listen. To let him speak the truth out loud. To help you. So your body stay unmoved.

And Wade knew it too damn well. Being a mercenary taught him how to read people. The conflicting emotions written all over your expression. He could tell you were on the verge of snapping, but there was also a hint of vulnerability he hadn't seen before. He took a deep breath, his voice softening just a bit.

“I'm not here to make fun of you, princess. I'm just stating the obvious. You've been pretending to be fine for too long. Maybe you should try letting someone in for once.”

“The last time ended up bad for everyone.”

“Yeah, I get it. It's easier to shut everyone out, to act like you don't care. It's less painful that way. But you can't live like that forever. You know what Logan would say if he could see you now?”

“Don’t-“ You whispered through gritted teeth, the bare mention of his name once again lightening the fair of pain in your chest making it hard to breathe.

“He'd say you're being a goddamn coward, princess. You're scared, and you're hiding from world even though you’re young and whole life is in your hands. That's not the woman he fell in love with.” The short silence echoed the room, Wade letting his words sink in. “You think he wanted you to lock yourself away like this? To pretend like he never existed?”

“I’m not pretending he-“ You bit your tongue,

stopping the lump in your throat from making you cry.

“Then say it. Say his name. Say that you miss him. Admit that you still love him.”

“I… I c-can’t.” You’ve never said his name after Logan’s death. It would’ve only made it more real.

“You can. You need to. You've been bottling up everything for too long, princess. Say it. It won’t kill you. Say his name.”

The silence that fell all over the room made Wade think that he went too far. Pushing the boundaries and breaking you completely. In some sense he had done it, acknowledging it after your next words. The whispered squeak, while your eyes were full of tears, cheeks wet from them already.

“It’s my fault. I killed Logan.”

His eyes widened at your words, the vulnerability in your voice hitting him like a punch in the gut.

“What? No, you did not. It wasn't your fault.”’He took a moment to compose himself, his tone still kind but firmer now. “You did not kill Logan, princess. That's bullshit, and you damn well know it.”

“I could’ve done something.. anything..”

“No you couldn’t. You did everything you could. But sometimes our best is not enough, Aurora. And I’m sure that Logan wouldn’t want you to blame yourself-“

“But he’s not here. He’s dead.”

He grimaced, the pain in your voice cutting through him like a knife. Wade knew you were hurting, fuck he understood it better than anyone else. It was the same way with him, guilt trapping himself for what happened to Ness. How he could’ve thrown that knife the other way, or simply shielded her with his own body.

“I know that, princess. And it sucks. It really sucks. But that doesn't mean you have to live like this. You're not doing him any favors or honoring him by shutting everyone out and blaming yourself. He wouldn't want that for you.”

“Sorry Wade… but I’m the worst option you could’ve chosen for help.”

He knew you were having a moment, a breakdown long overdue. He took a step back, giving you some space while still keeping a watchful eye on you.

“Bullshit, Aurora, and running away won't solve anything.” He scratched the back of his head, his tone a mix of understanding and frustration. “You're strong, you know that? You're one of the strongest people I know. But you're also a damn fool.”

“I’m weak-“

He laughed dryly, shaking his head.

“Weak? You're many things, Princess, but weak ain't one of them. You've been through hell and back, and you're still standing. That's strength. Even if you don't realize it yourself.”

“I’m a mess, Wade, you’ve said it yourself. I'm none of help.”

“Maybe you are a mess, princess. I'm not denying it. But that doesn't mean you're not strong. You've seen things that would break other people. You've been through hell, and you're still breathing. That's something, isn't it? Besides, you think I'm any better? I’ve just lost my fiancée because I wasn’t even able to protect her properly. She was ready to start a family with me but instead I just stood there when some bastard shot to her. Also, hell, you think Logan was perfect?”

“He-“

Wade didn’t let you finish, knowing that you gonna protect your late husband name at all costs.

“None of that, Logan wasn't perfect. He was a hotheaded, stubborn, arrogant, full of self misery and hate bastard. But he loved you. And he wouldn't want you to live like this. He wouldn't want you to guilt trap yourself in constant punishment of never ending pain you don’t deserve. And he definitely wouldn't want you blaming yourself for something you couldn't control.”

You really wanted to argue. To scream at him about how Logan was anything but what he just said. But you couldn’t. Deep down you knew how much of a complicated man your husband was, full of issues that you two had to deal with for years. A sad smile appeared on Wade’s lips, seeing how realization slowly hit you.

“That's right, princess. You know it in your heart. Logan loved you for who you were, flaws and all. And he wouldn't want you to just exist instead of living. Like a goddamn ghost, shadow of your past self.” He took a step closer, reaching out to gently touch your shoulder. “You can still honor him. By living your fucking life, Aurora.”

“I was always the one making him put the suit on.. I made him stand up for everyone.. protect them..” After his death, you made a promise. After him dying as a hero, the way you’ve been as a person your entire life, you had to choose the path he dreamed of: a peaceful lifetime without being involved in any fights.

“And he did it willingly, princess. He put on that suit and fought for people because he believed it was the right thing to do. Just like you. And I know you what you probably have promised but living like a hermit won’t bring him back. You punishing and self harming yourself won’t make him happy.”

You squeezed your eyes shut, biting your lip so hard that it started to bleed.

“Look at me, princess.” Your shake of head wasn’t satisfying for him, so he grabbed your jaw and forced your head to look up. “Come on, open your eyes.” Finally you obeyed and he smiled softly. “Logan would’ve never wanted you to torture yourself like that. You have to let go and start over. For him but more importantly, for yourself.”

“I don’t know if I can.. I don’t know how..”

“You don’t need to do this alone. I’m here but you have to start trusting people again, let them in your life.”

“You wanted my help.” A sad chuckle that ended with sob left you. “But you’re the one helping me instead.”

“Believe it or not, but that’s how friendship works. And you’ve helped me already.” Not now, but in the past. You’ve been his hero for a long time and being able to make you be yourself again was the honor he didn’t deserve. “You've been drowning in guilt and pain for too long. It's time to come up for air.”

“Okay.. fine.. right..” It took you some time to get yourself together. Cleaning the face from tears, deep breaths to calm your nerves. Wade was patient, knowing how a major step it all been. Finally letting yourself grief heal and accept your reality. “You have a problem, right? Why did you truly come here?” For you it was rather clear that he started lying when it came to these ‘information’ you were asked to help with.

“That’s what I wanna see.” His tone excited again, him all over the moon by the fact he will be able to see you in your element. “Long story short, there is a not very nice Cable guy from the future who killed me but I resurrected, later he tore to do it again bunch of times, but now we are besties.” He laughed at your face which showed that you had absolutely no clue what he’s just said. “Oh I love your silly goofy face, peanut. But listen now, cuz that’s when it gets better and really messy. So there is a kid, Russel who will do a very naughty things in the future after killing the old pervy jerk who had been torturing him and other mutant kiddos in his orphanage.”

“Will?”

“I told ya it’s interesting. So Cable got back in time to stop him in very permanent fashion, but I think we can make the kid do a better job, talking him out of becoming a super villain with a lot of unresolved trauma and complexes.”

“Cable wants to kill a boy? It’s-“

“Horrible! I know, right?! I mean Russel is a little annoying prick but other than that he’s also a very sweet kiddo.”

“But you told that you sided with Cable-“

“Yeah, yeah, I know. Just, let’s say I don’t trust him enough to go there only with him. He’s rather hotheaded handsome bastard if you ask me. Also kid has Juggernaut in his team so-“

“What?!”

“Juggernaut. He’s not really that cool guy, he ripped me apart!” Your judging look made him laugh. “Magic baby. I’m like a sweet little cockroach.”

“I know he’s not cool, I’ve met him before.” And the fact he wasn’t the smarter guy either left you with little space for communication. “But.. you have a healing factor?”

“Well, yes, if I wouldn’t have el cancer would’ve killed me in a day.”

You grip the doorframe of your room for a second, trying to catch up with everything he has just told you. Some dickhead wants to kill a youngster who hasn’t even done anything yet. The punishment should be after the sentence, not the other way around. That why with a shaking hand, you’ve reached under your hoodie and gripped the dogtags, pulling them slowly up to your lips.

“I’m sorry, baby.” It was a mere whisper followed by the kiss in the metal. It felt wrong, but Wade was right. You couldn’t stay here forever, while the world around you is tearing apart. Not when a kid’s life is on the line. It wouldn’t have been the person Logan married. “I’m gonna search for my suit and change.”

“Alright, princess. Just don't take too long. We've got a lot of ass to kick and on our way there we need to stop at some place.” Seeing your questioning expression, he elaborated. “Well, if I went to Colossus alone he would’ve probably sent me back to prison. But with you on my side-“

“You’ve been in prison?” The unbelievable in your tone clear enough to make him laugh.

“It’s a long but hilarious story, gonna tell you on the road.”

As you went to the bedroom Wilson could see you kneeling down to take out box that was hidden under it. Later you headed to the bathroom, changing your clothes and getting rid of the remaining trails of tears on your face. When you got out he couldn’t deny the feeling of excitement building inside of him. Wade always wanted to see an original X-Men member and damn you were always his favorite, well maybe the second after Logan. You were in the legendary one part, whole body, leather suit. Your hair was tightly done in a high ponytail. The only difference of your appearance from old times were the dog tags hanging on your neck, proudly showing off. Reminding everybody of the sacrifices you’ve made.

He let out a low whistle, clearly impressed, and a cheeky grin formed on his lips.

“Whoa, peanut. You look as badass as ever.”

It felt weird to be in it again, the knowledge of you being the only one who left from the whole team. With every second you had it on, you grew more and more insecure and unsure about this whole thing. He crossed his arms, his eyes still drinking in the sight of you in full hero attire.

“Damn, princess. You look very impressive. I swear, it's like I'm seeing the OG X-Men series right in front of me. And the hair? Damn, you look good, Aurora.” He smirked, his tone filled with teasing. “You sure Juggernaut can handle it?”

“He better do. At least it will be worth it then.”

“You sure you're feeling up for this, peanut? I need to know you're in this hundred percent?”

“We are never one hundred percent sure

Wade. We just do stuff and hope it's gonna work its best. You helped me so l have a debt to pay off.”

He paused, the realization hitting him. You were right. He was used to winging it, to making things up as he went along. But you? You were a born leader, effortlessly inspiring trust and confidence in everyone around you. He could see why the X-Men had loved you so much, and why your departure had been such a blow. He let out a soft chuckle, a mix of amusement and admiration in his voice.

“You, princess, are a sight to see. You're damn good at this.”

“I'm none a leader Wade, remember? You’re the one in charge here.”

He rolled his eyes dramatically, his voice dripping with sarcasm.

“Oh, yes, because I'm the picture-perfect leader, princess. I'm a real role model. A shining example to follow. Look, princess, we both know I'm not cut out for this leading' shit. I'm better at improvisation and chaos.”

“You boys… always saying stuff like this.” The obvious implication of Logan and Scott here, who were always not ‘leaders’ but being them anyway.

“Yeah, princess, I know. That's how we roll. Always downplaying our leadership skills, leaving the serious stuff for the true heroes.” He paused, his expression becoming more intense. “But right now, princess, we don't have much time. And that means being honest about who does what best. That sure ain't me when it comes to leading. Now, now.” Wade opened the door and stepped aside for you to go first. “Shall we?”

And that’s how you ended up in the most random place in your life. A strong friendship with a loyal clown who will provide you much more trouble in the future…

It's always been you masterlist

#logan howlett #wolverine x reader #logan howlet x reader #logan howlett x you #wolverine #wolverine x you #deadpool and wolverine #james logan howlett #x men #wade wilson #deadpool #old man logan x reader #old man logan #worst logan x reader #worst logan #worst wolverine

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bree-cheesy · 2 years ago

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Forever and Always

Jschlatt x Ped Nurse fem!reader

I hope you guys like this! I'm actually kind of proud of it and really hope you guys are proud of it too!

Warnings: child cancer patient death, this is def angsty, hospitals?, some kissing at the end (no smut, sorry).

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Being the roommate of a very popular youtuber and streamer- when you’re not famous yourself at all- is a lot of pressure. You don’t like to be in his streams or videos, so whenever he’s filming or streaming, you have to lock yourself in your room till he’s done. You two had been friends and roommates since he moved to Austin. You both moved around a lot, but you didn’t really mind it because you weren’t alone doing it. Jay kind of felt like your rock in ways. Something that always pretty much stayed the same. Aside from the occasional haircut or different hoodie.

Yes, you had a little crush on him. Couldn’t really help it because he always had cute nicknames for you, always super touchy. Not to mention he was the only guy who actually ever listened to you.

Your job was pretty demanding. You were a pediatric nurse. Your whole job revolved around kids. Being around kids that much, you obviously start to feel like an older sister to them. Doing everything in your power to make sure they’re comfortable and not scared. Especially for the ones in critical care, or the ones with life risking illnesses. But, getting attached is dangerous. When the ones who are on end of life care eventually reach the end of their life, you’re just broken for days. Blaming yourself for not doing anything more for them, even though you know you did everything in your power for them. They never passed away sad, always surrounded by loved ones and the team helping them.

Today was different, though. You had a patient. A 7 year old girl with stage 4 lung cancer. She was an orphan. No family and was thrown into the hospital by her foster family and just left behind. She had been under the hospital’s care for 5 months and you formed a strong bond with her. She felt like a little sister to you. She was doing so good. She was getting better. Then, close to the end of your shift, her heart monitor went flat while a doctor was in there talking to her. It was like your whole world stopped. The cancer grew so much in what felt overnight, blocking her lungs, not letting any oxygen get in. There was no saving her. She was really gone.

When you finally got to your car after staying 2 hours overshift, helping everyone with the little girl, you completely broke down. You stayed pretty good at being neutral in the hospital, but it was just too much. How hadn’t any of you seen her cancer growing? I failed. I failed her. You almost couldn’t drive home, stopping a few times just to try and collect yourself. Pulling up to the house, you saw a car parked in front of the house. Shit. You totally forgot. Jay got home from being away in Japan today. You were so excited all day because you missed him so bad. Now look at you. A total mess. He had a super long day of travel and now he’s gonna have to deal with you being a blubbering snotty mess.

Pressing your forehead against the steering wheel, you sighed, trying to gather your emotions. When you looked up you saw him. Standing on the porch, holding the black and orange cats, smiling like a dork in that stupid Seaworld hoodie and basketball shorts. That would usually be enough to brighten your mood and make you laugh, but tonight it just made it all worse. You let out a sob and pressed your hands against your face, leaning your head back against the headrest. Jay frowned and quickly let the cats back inside, rushing over to your car and opening the door.

His arms instantly wrapped around you, his body acting like a huge cocoon of warmth and comfort for you. Sobbing into his chest- dirtying his hoodie with your tears- he rubbed your back and held you close, pressing his cheek to the top of your head. “What’s going on, hun?” His voice was soft and concerned in your ear, making you break down even harder. He gently picked you up bridal style and carried you inside the house, sitting down with you in his lap on the couch. “Gotta talk to me, sweets. Can’t help if I don’t know what’s wrong.”

“She's gone.” Your voice was scratchy and quiet. Schlatt’s heart broke seeing you like this. He didn’t know how to help you. His baby was sad, the little voice in his head whispered. Who was she? He was trying to remember if you mention anyone in recent history being close to death.

“Who’s gone?” He kept his voice gentle and rocked you in his lap a little.

“Remember the little girl who had cancer? The orphan?” He nodded- his heart sinking- and you sniffled, wiping the tears away. “H-Her cancer grew… blocked the oxygen from getting to her lungs.” You let out another heart wrenching sob and he held you closer, gently kissing your forehead. “I couldn’t help her, Jay…. I didn’t even see her cancer was growing! I failed her… I wasn’t with her when she died. I promised her I would be there with her!”

He shook his head and forced your chin up to look him in the eyes. “Babe, you did everything you could to help her. You had no control over what happened. She was sick, baby…. You did more for that little girl than anyone probably ever had before in her life.”

Knowing he was right, you nodded and leaned the side of your head against his chest, just trying to focus on his steady heartbeat in your ear. When you eventually stopped crying, you managed to get up to take a shower and get in pajamas. Luckily you had the next two days off. You probably would’ve called out anyway if you didn’t have them off. When you got out of the shower, you saw stuff laid out on your bed. A smile formed on your face. They were little gifts Jay got for you while he was away. He always did that for you when he went on a trip, but this time it just felt so much more substantial. After looking at what they were, you heard him in the kitchen.

A frown formed on your face when your mind started racing. He was always doing things for you. Always comforting you on bad days, always buying you things you’ve shown interest in, face timing you on your breaks at work just to try and make you laugh because he knows how rough your job is. He was always just there. Your heart started racing. This wasn’t just a crush, this was love. You were in love with him.

Gaining all the courage you could possibly muster at that moment, you rushed out of your room and to where he was in the kitchen. He was making food for the both of you. He looked up at you and smiled. “Good shower? Help a little bit? I’m making this chicken thing Ted told me to try-” Before he could say anything else, you grabbed his face and kissed him. His hands took a second to land on your hips, but when they did, he pulled you close and kissed you back, letting out a soft grunt. Fuck. It was so much better than you ever imagined. His lips were so soft and tasted like cherry chapstick, his facial hair lightly scratched at your cheeks in the best way possible, his hands roamed the length of your back, keeping you pressed up close against him.

When you finally pulled away, his eyes were wide with shock, lips parted and tongue nervously running across his bottom lip. “I love you.” The words came out before you could stop them, and you saw a deep red spread across his cheeks and nose, a smile forming on his lips. “Damnit Jonathan, say something!” Your voice came out needier than you wanted it to, but it got the message across because his lips landed on yours again, sucking out the last bit of anxiety left in your body.

Your arms wrapped around his neck and you moaned softly into his mouth. He pulled away after a few seconds and pressed his forehead against yours, lightly rubbing his nose against yours, smiling wide. You giggled and he started peppering your face with soft kisses, making you blush a bright scarlett. “God, I love you too, toots.” His voice was laced with amusement and just pure adoration. He couldn’t even believe what was happening. You in his arms, your lips on his. It was everything he imagined and more.

He vowed to you that he’d treat you like the princess you are, promising to never cause you pain or heartache. Because why would he do anything less. You were his girl now. He wasn’t just gonna let it go. He was forever and always yours, and you were his.

-- Bree <3

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Someone give me ideas of what to write with him or Ted 😭 I don’t have anymore ideas

#jschlatt x reader #friends to lovers #schlatt fluff #schlatt #jschlatt #schlatt x reader #jschlatt fluff #jschlatt x you #light angst #angst with a happy ending

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t4t4tclethian · 1 year ago

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The moment Joel realizes he has a crush on xB is, objectively, quite a funny one. He’d almost certainly be laughing about it if it had been anyone else. As it is, though, he’s hopping mad, extremely indignant, and deeply embarrassed about the whole thing. Who ever heard of a hitman falling for their mark? (Well, a lot of people have- it’s a whole romance cliche for a reason. But it wasn’t supposed to actually happen!)

(ao3 link)

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It had all started a few days earlier, when Joel had been hanging out with the other Magical Mountaineers in the breakroom. Gem and Impulse were poring over some papers together, Skizz was on a phone call in the corner, Mumbo was politely watching as Scar fumbled through some magic tricks, and Grian was sitting on the couch with Joel, listening to him rant about his failures at killing xB (he’d drawn the short straw). Everything was normal.

And then, when Joel paused his tirade to take a breath, Grian said those fatal words. “From the way you talk about this guy, Joel, it’s almost like you’ve got a crush on the mark!”

Which was ridiculous, of course! He does blummin’ not, thank you! His relationship with xB was a perfectly platonic contract killing, and Joel is a professional! He knows better than to fall for his target, and he indignantly tells Grian as much.

But, of course, Grian is Grian, and the second he senses he’s touched a nerve he doubles down. And so he did.

“Contract killing? Give me a break, Joel! Your contract on this guy expired ages ago, and you’re not the type to work for free.” Grian’s eyes twinkled with mischief as he continued to needle at Joel. “Admit it, there’s something else going on here, isn’t there?”

Joel spluttered, and took a deep breath as he glanced around the room. Fuck. Everyone had stopped what they were doing to listen in on him and Grian now. He had to say something to throw them off or he would never be able to live this conversation down.

“My contract might be done, but unlike some people I finish the things I start, thank you very much!”

Grian squawked in indignation, and as he did so the others chuckled and turned back to their own conversations, unfounded accusations of romance forgotten. Grian’s tendency to leave things unfinished was well-known, and something that every assassin at Magic Mountain had teased him over many times.

But that thought refused to leave his brain. It had wiggled its way in like a worm. Did he have a crush on xB? Is that why he kept coming back when any sane person would’ve just given it up already? And the answer, of course, is no. All of Joel’s actions here have perfectly reasonable and professional explanations.

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Joel waits patiently on the rooftop across from Horse Head Farmer’s Market (which, despite the name, is actually a grocery store/money laundering scheme, not a farmer’s market), rifle at the ready, just as he has been for the past three and a half hours. You can’t rush a good sniping, after all, and xB’s schedule varies enough that Joel’s never quite sure when he’ll head out for lunch. (He’s pretty sure xB has done this specifically to spite Joel- the guy’s obsessed with him.)

Yes! Finally! xB steps out of the store, starts walking down the street, and- turns to look at Joel’s rooftop, makes direct eye contact with him, and gives him a friendly little wave, the infuriatingly sincere kind that makes Joel want to kill him even more. Dammit. He’s been caught. Also, wow, even from here Joel is a little wowed by how blue xB’s eyes are. Or maybe he’s just remembering how they look, because there’s no way Joel can actually see his eyes from here. They are definitely a very nice blue, though, and oh, huh, Joel realizes that Lizzie has blue eyes, too. Maybe he’s got a thing for blue-eyed people, and- OH SHIT RIGHT HE’S KILLING THIS GUY.

Joel fires, because even if he’s been discovered a vantage point is still a vantage point. Of course, xB somehow manages to not be in the bullet’s path, just like he always does, and then he gives Joel a disapproving look, like he’s actually disappointed Joel didn’t do a better job at trying to kill him.

God, he’s so cute, Joel’s brain has the audacity to think, like it’s trying to add insult to insult to injury. To Joel’s horror, he realizes in this moment that he’s had dozens, maybe even hundreds of thoughts like this, that just slipped through the cracks and went unnoticed.

Then, xB smiles at him again before heading on his way, and Joel falls off of the rooftop. He has time to think, Oh, I’m gonna kill Grian, as he plummets towards the ground. And then, everything goes dark, and he dies.

#hitman xbeans au #gumy writes! it’s a miracle!#this isn’t the end btw it’s just a good pausing point #hermitshipping #oh also btw in this au joel and lizzie are in an open relationship #bc i couldn’t write her out for the sake of yaoi. i just couldn’t.#so instead she has a thing with cleo and joel has a thing with xb and both of them know #but lizzie doesn’t wanna hear shit abt joel’s hitman activities

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Which genshin make character do you think makes the most sounds I.e screaming, begging, sobbing, groaning, panting etc… during birth?

My personal bets would be on Aether. He just seems like he would just be such a wreck when he goes into labour, panting and groaning with each push, begging the doctor there to pull the baby out.

He probably starts sobbing quietly when he gets told he can’t push, but he's quite submissive and listens to the doctor.

Bonus points in that he’s also super shy during labour because the doctor likes him bare, a bunch of people are holding back his legs staring at him as he pushes. His noises seem even louder because the room is so quiet besides him. 🥺

Poor baby has some of the most painful births.

How about I do you one better and give you an in-depth review of all the male characters and how loud I think they'd giving birth? Is this entirely too long and unnecessary? Yes, but who the fuck cares. Hopefully, I didn't miss anyone. Also just a reminder since we don't have canon ages, everyone here is assumed to be 18+

Mondstadt Albedo

5/10 Starts off very calm and collected. He's focused on his goal, and he's done plenty of research on the matter at hand. So confident in fact, he only asks for assistance from Sucrose, and feels it completely pointless to reach out for help from any midwife or doctor. About halfway through, he starts to get more vocal, with low moans and heavy pants. It certainly is more intense than he expected. But the time he's he's on his knees pushing, he's full-on cursing and pleading for it to be over. Never gets to the point of screaming, but he's certainly not quiet.

Bennett

8/10

It doesn't take much to get Bennett to start moaning and groaning in pain. Sure, he's got shit luck, but his pain tolerance is awfully low. He seeks out help from the local doctor and is chastised several times for being too loud and frightening other patients. Gets on his hands and knees to push, screaming the whole way through, no matter how much the nurses tell him to quiet down.

Diluc

2/10

Quiet. So quiet it's almost concerning. The baby is nearly crowning before you so much as hear a whimper from him, and even then he's deep breathing his way through it. Occasional soft moans, but only when he thinks no one can hear him. The doctors are rather impressed with him. Kaeya

6/10

Stubborn fool, refuses any and all medical assistance. Handles the first part of labor with only a few groans and annoyed huffs. Gets more vocal as it goes, pacing around and rocking his hips to help the baby move lower. Never full-on screams while pushing, but there is a lot of yelling and swearing and threatening. Mika

7/10

Handles the first half of labor and most of the middle pretty well. Pacing around his room, chatting with the nurses. However, once he starts to transition it's a whole other situation. He's on his knees, screaming bloody murder begging for someone to make it stop. The nurses have to haul him back into bed and pin his legs down to keep him from kicking the doctor in the face. Razor

4/10

Razor just returns to the woods when he feels his labor starting. Doctors make him nervous, and he doesn't want a midwife either. Might not be the most sanitary thing, but the woods are where he's most comfortable and this is where he wants to have his baby. Lots of low groans and growls sound more feral than painful. Only starts to shout a little as the head begins to crown, but even then it isn't all that much.

Venti

6/10

Shockingly not as bad as you'd think. Honestly, I feel like Venti has had a lot of kids over the years, and maybe it's just because he's been through so much, he's pretty chill through the first half. Once the contractions start ramping up, he's huffing and puffing, moaning and groaning. Lets out a few screams while pushing, but always seems to have rather quick births. Never seeks out medical attention.

Liyue

Baizhu

6/10

Very calm at first. He's delivered many children in his time as a doctor, so he's not at all unprepared. He sips on tea and slowly breathes his way through each wave of pain, closing his eyes and bracing himself. Once he starts to push he gets more vocal, shouting and crying, exhausted and weak. He doesn't have the physical strength to push the baby out quickly, so he's struggling for a good long time.

Chongyun

7/10

He gets pretty loud halfway through, mostly moaning. He can't sit still, constantly getting up and down, squatting and kneeling. Everything is just so uncomfortable. The midwives help him, but when it comes time to push they have to keep reminding him to stop screaming, it's only wasting his strength.

Gaming

9/10

Has no pain tolerance for this. He's already crying as soon as labor starts and doesn't stop the whole way. The doctors have to strap his legs up for his own safety as he keeps tossing and turning while trying to push, desperately shutting his legs to keep the head from popping free while he screams for them to just pull it out.

Xiao

1/10

Jesus Christ he barely makes so much as a whimper. No one even knows he's in labor till he's reaching between his legs and lifting a crying baby into his arms. Catches everyone off guard, all they heard were a few soft pants and deep breaths.

Xingqiu

8/10

Starts off very collected and together. His family hires a well-known midwife to tend to him, but like Gaming, he has no pain tolerance. He's screaming and moaning from start to finish. His legs had to be held back because he refused to push, the pain was just too intense.

Zhongli

1/10

Like Xiao, you aren't going to have a clue until he's literally pushing his baby out into his hands. A few low moans maybe, and some deep breathing, but Zhongli is literally a stone wall while in labor.

Inazuma

Arataki Itto

6/10

Not loud in a screaming way, but his moaning is astoundingly loud. Long, low, and drawn out, he's moaning through each contraction like it's a lifeline. Chatters away between contractions but as soon as the pain hits, his head is down and he's moaning away. A few yells and cries as the baby is born, but never a real scream. Gives birth alone, the doctors and midwives don't want to deliver the child of an Oni.

Gorou

7/10

Gives birth with the aid of Kokomi. She's helped deliver babies for others in the army before and was thrilled when Gorou shyly asked her for help bringing his pups into the world. Gorou is very shy about making too much noise and stifles it through most of his labor. However, when it comes time to push, he's a wreck. Shrieking and shouting, trembling all over with tears running down his face. Doesn't help he's got at least three pups in his belly waiting to be born.

Kazuha

4/10

Mostly quiet, but he does start to pant and moan near the end. If he wasn't around the doctor of The Crux he would most likely be louder, but he feels too embarrassed to be making a scene. A few cries as the baby is born, but it isn't much.

Kamisato Ayato

3/10

Stoic through most of the birth, mainly because it's expected of him. As head of the family, he can't go making a scene with a bunch of screaming and crying, so he's forced to keep it all inside. Slow, even breathing, and a couple of deep, throat moans while actively pushing.

Heizou

6/10

Very typical birth honestly. Seeks the help of a doctor in Inazuma and follows instructions nicely. Deep breathing, low moans, and a few panicked screams as the baby starts to crown.

Thoma

5/10

Like Heizou, he's very typical. Follows the instructions of the midwife the Kamisato family hired to tend to him. Paces a lot, and tries to keep cleaning even while in labor. Starts begging for it to stop while in the transition phase, and gets louder from there on out. The midwife gets onto him multiple times for being too dramatic.

Sumeru

AlHaitham

2/10

A lot like Xiao and Zhongli, he's extremely quiet. He's a little more vocal at the end while pushing. Mostly grunting his way through each push, and gasping for air as he finishes. Not much else though, the doctor and nurses tending to him are very impressed by how well he handled it.

Cyno

4/10

The moron gives birth out in the middle of the desert because he refused to be fussed over. Tighnari has to go out and find him but fails to drag him home before Cyno is moaning about the baby coming out right this second- A few loud shouts and the baby is born, very quickly.

Kaveh

10/10

From the second his labor starts, everyone knows. He's moaning, groaning, crying, screaming, panting, gagging all of the sounds you can imagine. Swears he hears a nurse mumble something about taping his mouth shut at some point. The whole hospital is trying to get him to calm down, he's not even halfway through, but Kaveh just cries harder. Has to be held down while pushing because he kept flailing about, screaming bloody murder the whole way.

Tighnari

5/10

Very calm about the whole thing. Like Baizhu, he's delivered babies before. Mostly on accident because no one else was around to help, but still, he knew what to expect. Has his pups at home, very good about steady breathing and not wasting energy on being noisy. Only starts to get loud at the end, because like Gorou, his kind have litters and one baby is hard enough to get out, let alone three.

Fontaine

Freminet

4/10

Dead silent through most of it aside from some labored breathing and quiet moans. Does scream some at the end though, while the baby is crowning. He gives birth at home with his siblings, they wouldn't allow anyone near him anyway.

Lyney

6/10

Much more vocal than Freminet but not overly loud. A lot more huffing and puffing, waddles around their home the whole time until he can't stand any longer. Definitely starts screaming towards the end and while pushing, his pain tolerance isn't as high as his siblings.

Neuvillette

4/10

Will not allow anyone near him while he labors. He's shut off from the world, held up in his house. Shuffles about, but mainly rests in his bathtub, the water keeping him calm. Slow, even breaths, a few moans here and there. Cries some while pushing, but never gets much louder than a shout.

Wrio

5/10

Pretty much the same as Neuvillette, but gets more vocal towards the end. A lot of moaning, very loud and guttural. Let's the medical staff at the prison take care of him, and because of his rank, no one makes any comments on how loud he's being.

Fatui

Dottore

??/10

No ones anything about what this man does in private, and honestly, it's probably better that way. In all seriousness though, he's very quiet, scarily so. It's like he doesn't even feel the pain at all.

Capitano

1/10 Not so much as a whimper. Dead silent through the whole thing.

Pantalone

6/10

Starts off very collected and slowly breaks down into a panicked mess. He doesn't handle pain well, and by the time he's pushing, it's all screams and swears.

Pierro

1/10 Again, no sound. Doesn't face him beyond an occasional flinch.

Tartaglia

4/10

Handles it very well, with lots of slow breathing and pacing. He's been there for the birth of his siblings, so he's fully prepared for what's to come. Gets a little loud while pushing, but never more than a few deep moans.

Wanderer

7/10

Won't let anyone near him. Most of the moaning and screams are coming from panic over pain, a lot of flashbacks to what Dottore has done to him over the decades. He'll never admit just how much it hurts, but he's very vocal regardless.

#mpreg #mpreg birth #mpreg kink #genshin impact

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l0sercat · 4 months ago

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Yandere alphabet w/ Stanley Ipkiss

Affection — how do they show their love and affection?

Definitely a big ol touchy guy, so he will definitely will always try to hold your hand or have his arm wrapped around you. Will take it personal and be upset if you shrug off his arm and decline to hand hold. Also loves to kiss you so if you wipe his kiss off he may cry.

Blood — how messy are they willing to get when it comes to their darling?

Not messy. He is too clumsy and nervous to kill anyone. But if he still has the mask, it will definitely kill anyone for you. When the mask is put on all nervousness is gone and he will go on a killing spree.

Cruelty — how would they treat their darling once abducted?

He will treat you so nice and like a god/ess. He loves you and wants you to feel the same way about him. He may raise his voice and yell at you when you irritate him.

Darling — aside from abduction, would they do anything against their darling’s will?

Maybe force you to cuddle him and hold you, just psychical touch stuff. But would definitely NOT rape you. He could never do that, and he never will. If you don't break and don't want sex or your just asexual. Yes it sucks and he may be frustrated, but he will not force himself on you. He may force you to do PDA and normal couple shit though.

Exposed — how vulnerable are they when it comes to their darling?

He is very vulnerable. All of his heart is beared for them. As long as the same is returned because he is a very sensitive man and just wants his darling to love him in return.

Fight — how would they feel if their darling fought back?

He would be sad and would probably cry, he has done so much for you and everything is for you. He just wants to have a perfect life with you! He is not a crybaby and stuff so don't let me say him crying is painting that picture, it's just that he is a little sensitive and you fighting back is breaking that picture.

Game — is this a game to them? How much would they enjoy watching their darling try to escape?

It is definitely not a game, he could never enjoy watching you trying to leave him. When he sees you've tried to escape he freaks out and panics. His heart is racing and he will harshly grab you and yell at you. Then wrap his arms around you and hold you tight mumbling to himself.

Hell — what would be their darling’s worst experience with them?

So when he puts on the mask and it projects his deepest desires on you. He'll love bomb you and kiss you roughly muttering how he needs you. He'll sweep you away into his cartoonish plays and have you guessing what is gonna happen next. He'll grope you while dancing and force you to make out with him.

Ideals — what kind of future do they have in mind for their darling?

You and him and his best buddy Milo. In a nice little modest house maybe a child or two he is still on the fence about it. He wants you all nice and compliant. Sex almost every night and you cooking him meals when he gets home after a hard day!

Jealousy — do they get jealous? How do they handle it?

He will only get jealous if you give someone or something too much attention then you do him. Or if you go out and a person is hitting on you and you don't do anything to reject their advances.

Kisses — how do they act around or with their darling?

So he is definitely self aware about his yandere tendencies. Like he knows what he is doing is wrong, but he is in so deep that he doesn't care that much. Like he feels bad but in the end he has you and that is all that matters. So because of that he is a lot more sweet and caring and patient. Head kisses every morning and night, holds you tight to him when watching cartoons. Matching cartoon PJs and you even got Milo some!

Love letters — how would they go about approaching their darling?

He would approach you normally, but after he has been rejected several times he snaps. "Why couldn't you just accept my love for you Darling? I'm so much better than those ruffians that I see you with 24/7!"

Mask — are their true colors drastically different from the way they act around everyone else?

Not really. He is into PDA so he is always holding your hand or an arm around you. Isn't afraid to kiss you and stuff. He is proud he is able to be your man and he wants to show everyone that you belong to him.

Naughty — how would they punish their darling?

He doesn't like to hurt you but if you don't get it through your head that your never leaving him. Then he has no choice but to yell at you and then locking you in a closet and only letting you out for the bathroom. You will eat and sleep in there and won't be able to see the outside because he put blankets over the slits in the doors. You'll hear him walking freely and watching tv while you rot in the closet. He may bring a girl over and fuck her brains out just so you know he doesn't need you and to show you what your missing.

Oppression — how many rights would they take away from their darling?

You pretty much have all your rights. Except that you can't leave, expect for when he wants to take you out. You can say no to sex and mostly wear what you want. But you will cuddle with him in the morning and night and watch cartoons with him! No you can't escape silly!

Patience — how patient are they with their darling?

Very patient, he understands that your scared and he took you away from everything. So if you snap at him or just sit in a corner and cry he will give you some space and try to hold you and comfort you.

Quite — if their darling dies, leaves, or successfully escapes, would they ever be able to move on?

If you die he would eventually find someone else but he would never forget you. He'll constantly compare the person he is with to you. Maybe not out loud but in his head "Darling would never do that, Darling would do this" Now if you escape he is frantic and crying. He can't find you on his own even with help from Milo. So at night he puts on the mask and he will find you. No mater how many times you escape Mask will always find you. That is Stanley's wildcard and you don't expect it at first, and then after a few escape attempts you give up because it's just useless as long as the Mask exists you can't leave. Stanley will be mad at you for leaving but eventually forgive you. But the mask will always distrust you but still love you nonetheless.

Regret — would they ever feel guilty about abducting their darling?

Oh yeah. He is constantly worrying if what he is doing is for the best. But then he sees what the outside world is like and is reassured that what he is doing is for the best because you could be seriously hurt out there but with Stanley your safe!

Stigma — what brought about this side of them (childhood, curiosity, etc)?

Probably how he grew up. He is always getting rejected or manipulated by girls. He tries to be the nice guy or Me.Right but, after everything he is done that he keeps getting his heart played with. You did it to him and eventually he just snapped.

Tears — how do they feel about seeing their darling scream, cry, and/or isolate themselves?

He doesn't enjoy it and it may make him cry. He want you to love him not throw things at him and call him a terrible person.

Unique — would they do anything different from the classic yandere?

He will take you outside when he trusts you enough. Although he is keeping an eye on you 24/7 and his hand in either entertwined with yours or his arm on your shoulder or waist!

Vice — what weakness can their darling exploit in order to escape?

How sensitive he is and how he longs to trust you. How much he craves to be loved by you. You get him while he's weak and his defenses are down you'll be able to escape until the sun goes down and your captured by Mask.

Wit’s end — would they ever hurt their darling?

No, he never wants to lay a hand on you and when he does it hurts him. He hates seeing the mark he has left and feels terrible.

Xoanon — how much would they revere or worship their darling?

He worships the ground you walk on you are a god(ess) and he will treat you as such. He absolutely adores you and will do almost anything you want.

Yearn — how long do they pine after their darling before they snap?

He will wait months because he is constantly asking you out. He has tried to take you out on dates but then you never return his calls. So then after 5 months of trying he will break into your house/apartment and take you on the night. (Probably as the Mask)

Zenith — would they ever break their darling?

No, he will never push you that far that you just shut down.

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Thoughts on Kokichi Ouma?

Oh boy. Kokichi.

He's a complicated mess as if you recall my tier list he's quite low down.

Yet characters of a similar archetype to him are way higher so what gives? Does he rub me the wrong way?

I'll explain Kokichi's...unusual tier placement soon but for now let's talk the easy stuff which is his character in the game.

When Kokichi was first revealed and everyone was fawning over him I wanted this guy to be a bastard. An complete and utter bastard that does something truly henious that nobody expect the kinnies will forgive him for.

So did I get what I want? Design wise he definitely looks insane as no normal person would wear a straightjacket. This has let to the fun theories he was an escaped mental asylum patient. And when the V3 fake spoilers were running around, fun times, they said he was part of a despair cult. Its certainly a unique look.

He's an absolute blast personality wise as he says the most outragious stuff and often riles the other characters. Saying Kiibo has a dick? Speedrunning Maki trying to kill him? And him messing with Shuichi?

The lying is something that you do need to read the lines between. Its not pathological lying as Kokichi would lie even when in situations its better for him to tell the truth, so its more like compulsive lying.

All of these are so much fun to watch and Derek Stephen Prince was a fanasatic VA as I could really hear the Digimon Emperor from his voice when doing Kokichi, and he delivers the lines and his vocal changes as Kokichi has one of the most dynamic vocal ranges. I was amazed he didn't have a second VA because some characters like Junko needed multiple VAs due to how wild the character was.

His actions are interesting to unpack because while he is a shit-stirrier like most rival characters, unlike say Byakuya and Nagito who are out for themselves, Kokichi has everyone's interests in mind but due to the nature of the Killing Game, he decided to play the villain someone for everyone to band against.

Problem is; this worked a little too well as everyone hated him and then after Chapter 4 which despite his bombastic display, he was definitely affected by, he decided to create a unsolvable murder case. Which got solved because gameplay.

Many more qualified people have done more in-depth analysis on why Kokichi is such a interesting character. In fact if it wasn't for the real reason he's so low, he would be around B/A tier.

So why is he so low? Well its not nothing to do with what Kokichi does in the games...but more of what he did to me. Putting this under the cut because its a very bonkers reason and I understand if you think this is a stupid reason and that is the reason why he isn't bottom tier.

For starters its got nothing to do with his lying. I've like liar characters like Nikei and David in the past so again the archetype isn't the reason. Its also got nothing to do with the fact he kills Miu and Gonta. I never liked Miu and yes Gonta dying is sad but its a Killing Game.

Its also got nothing to do with the fact he killed Kaito as yes the two bash heads a lot but its more to do with the secondary theme of emotions vs. logic rather then Kaito hates lying little shits.

And yes I did see thoses terrible YouTube videos which claims Kokichi is poorly written. That Youtuber is a terrible elitist analyst who clearly hates Kokichi as a character and is using smokescreens and the delusion they are more educated to persuade you otherwise. Its up there with the more terrible Game Theories.

Finally the Love Hotel scene is more on the tame side and its the sole reason why everyone and their mother makes Kokichi Joker whenever one does a Persona/Danganronpa crossover.

So if its got nothing to do with that then what gives? Why do I not like Kokichi? Is it to do with something personal?

Yes. Yes it is because during the entire year of 2017, I had to deal with a non-stop stream of lucid nightmares where Kokichi Ouma was a psychopathic yandere towards me. The entire thing was like a living A Nightmare on Elm Street and I still wonder to this day how tf it even happened in the first place. The dreams are like what I described them as; Kokichi was in love with me and wasn't gonna take no for a answer.

I'm normally lucid in my dreams so at first I just tried waking up early, but to my horror I would later learn that Kokichi himself was fully aware he was in my mind and every time I end a session prematurely while he couldn't obviously stop me, he could punish me next time I go to sleep since you know humans need sleep, and would use every dream mechanic you could think of to trap me.

These dreams completely fucked up my sleep schedule as I would often get 4-5 hour sleeps because of them, and while normally when I wake up in the night I would go back to sleep, to do that would mean more Kokichi and more horrors so I would often stay up at like 4am.

I studied as much dream theory as I could and tried all the tactics I could find to make these stop, but nothing worked and Kokichi would often mock me when I did so.

Clearly I don't suffer them now so how did I get rid of him in the end? Well I won't disclose how I did it but let's just say look at how Bill Cipher in Gravity Falls was killed and that should give you a good idea how I managed to get rid of that Kokichi in the end. Expect of course I didn't lose my memories.

Don't ask me how this happened, because I don't know either. As while I do have wild dreams I had nothing on that magnitude before or since then. The dreams had two lasting effects on me. Firstly, its made me scared of Doki Doki Literature Club as while Monika is a million times tamer then my psychotic Kokichi was, its still too close to home for me.

And the second is that its given me a bit of a sour opinion on Kokichi. Not because the character sucks but because its very hard to look at a character when something wearing their face and behaving almost exactly like them, was your personal Freddy Krueger for a little over a year.

TL;DR Kokichi is a good character and under normal circumstances I would have loved him but my brain decided that it was illegal and gave me lucid nightmares about him for over a year and that's made me hard to like him.

#review anon talks #danganronpa #dr #danganronpa killing harmony #v3 #kokichi ouma #a lot of you are gonna laugh at this #and i won't blame you #its why kokichi is low #but not bottom #as i acknowledge the character is good #but tell me #if a danganronpa character did what kokichi did to me #for around a year #would you still like that character #i think not

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