#also don't mind that his arm IS LITERALLY IN FIRE. this happens all the time . he'll just slam a chuchu jelly against his skin later

[archaictunic]

truly tragic

[themissinghand]

Hi you...I hope you have a wonderful day.If you don't mind my request..I want to ask Kim Dokja x sweetheart!reader..The reader is his lover since school (The reader who expressed her feelings for Kim Dokja first.).Before the destruction happened, the reader behaved like a wife to Kim Dokja because the reader knew Kim Dokja's past so the reader gave everything for Kim Dokja to know that he was always loved. (This man needs comfort..).. After the destruction happened, they separated from each other..(Kim Dokja is on the train while the Reader is everywhere.)..Kim Dokja is always worried about the condition of his lover..When they meet again, their meeting is full of romance and fluff after being separated for a long time ..(I bet Kim Dokja's group was the most surprised and the uproar because the Reader and Kim Dokja are very polar opposite.)..The constellation supporting the Reader is also extraordinary..Because the privacy attribute of the reader is also extraordinary..

Thanks for reading..I hope I didn't bother you..I love your work😍..Give you a lot of love💕💕💕..(Btw ,did you read The S-Classes That I Raised or not ??..I love Han Yoojin)..Take care of yourself..Bye dear author 🥰..

Omniscient Reader Viewpoint: Fool

Summary: In which Kim Dokja is a fool for you.

Or snippets between Kim Dokja and his wife in an apocalyptic world.

Pairing: Kim Dokja x F! Wife! Reader

Note: Thanks for your patience! I’m also currently reading The S-Classes That I Raised Manhwa, but not the novel! The holy trinity with Han Yoojin, Kim Dokja, and Cale Henituse are literally my favourite trio. 

Warnings: Minor novel spoilers! Lots of kisses, fluffy, but also light angst, and implied sexual themes. 

★・・・・・・★

Oh Baby, I Missed You

Where are you? 

Kim Dokja watched what remained of Seoul while standing beside the protagonist of his novel. 

Even after all those scenarios, how come he could not see you even once? 

[The Constellation ‘Secretive Plotter’ is curious about what Incarnation ‘Kim Dokja’ is looking for]

As if on cue, Kim Dokja felt someone’s eyes on him. Spinning around with his hand on his sword, he matched the weariness of the sunfish beside him. 

“Baby!” Hearing a familiar voice, Dokja freezes in disbelief until he hears two blades clashing with one another. 

“Who are you?” Yoo Joonghyk growled at you, who defended well and jumped back. But instead of a blade, you had a long bo staff. 

“Me? I’m Dokja’s wife.” 

“WHAT?!” The door to the rooftop swung open with multiple heads popping through in shock. 

“Is that true Dokja-ssi?” Yoo Sangrah asked, and when all of the attention was on him, Kim Dokja sheepishly nodded. 

“WHAT???? So you and Master-” Jung Heewon immediately covered Lee Jihye's mouth and grinned. 

“Nice to meet you er…”

“(L/N) (F/N). Been Dokja’s lover since a decade ago.” You smiled sweetly, before walking towards Dokja with open arms. 

“I missed you baby.” 

This time, Kim Dokja walked forward and hugged you tightly, and he felt embarrassed when everyone was watching him.

[The Constellation ‘Demon-Like Judge of Fire’ is wiping her tears] 

[The Constellation ‘Demon-Like Judge of Fire’ did not know Incarnation ‘Kim Dokja’ was already taken]

[Many Constellations wishes for your happiness]  

“Baby, can I kiss you?” Kim Dokja flushed at your innocent question, but looking over your shoulder, he saw the wiggling eyebrows and grinning expressions from his teammates. Despite knowing his team would tease him forever, he knew he couldn’t reject your request. 

“I miss you too.” 

Without another moment, you cup his cheeks and pull him in for not one, not two, but three quick kisses. 

[The Constellation ‘Prisoner of the Golden Headband’ jaw dropped]

There were surprised gasps and squeals, and a few hushes from Lee Heewon. 

“No wonder he always looks like he’s looking for something…”

“This is not for children to see.” 

“But hyung is-” 

[The Constellation ‘Abyssal Black Flame Dragon’ gags]

[The Constellation ‘Secretive Plotters’ did not expect a romantic plot]

[The Constellation ‘Demon-Like Judge of Fire’ donates 1000 coins]

[The Constellation ‘Demon-Like Judge of Fire’ is squealing at the reunion kiss]

“You have a lot of constellations following you baby. As expected of you.” Kim Dokja, still a little breathless and dazed from the consecutive kisses, buries his face into your shoulder in embarrassment while you play with his hair. 

He missed this.

He missed you.

“I didn’t know my constellation was following you too.” Kim Dokja perked up at your words in interest.

“Which one?” 

[The Constellation ‘Prisoner of the Golden Headband’ slowly looks away in disbelief]

“No way.” Maybe her long bo staff should have been an indicator. 

[The Constellation ‘Demon-Like Judge of Fire’ looks at the Constellation ‘Prisoner of the Golden Headband’ suspiciously]

[The Constellation ‘Secretive Plotter’ looks at the Constellation ‘Prisoner of the Golden Headband’ suspiciously]

[The Constellation ‘Abyssal Black Flame Dragon’ looks at the Constellation ‘Prisoner of the Golden Headband’ suspiciously]

You smiled innocently as if it wasn’t a big deal, and was just happy to see him. 

[The Constellation ‘Prisoner of the Golden Headband’ pats himself on the back and is proud he has good eyes]

So Don’t Go, Stay With Me

“Do you have to go?” 

“Yea. I have to go find my family. I’ll be safe, and I know you’ll be safe since you have such reliable people around you.” 

You cup his cheeks as you two stare into each other’s eyes lovingly. 

“Message me if you need me, and I’ll come with my nimbus cloud at any time.”

Knowing that your constellation was the Monkey King, Kim Dokja knew you were capable and perhaps on the same level as the protagonist. 

But…

“We can find them together.” 

“Dokja, don’t you already made plans with the sunfish?” He balled his hands into fists. 

“I want you to see the end of that novel you love so much. And I’ll come join you when I’m done. I promise.”

You tippy toe and then press a kiss to his forehead. 

“Baby, trust me.”

Kim Dokja then kisses your cheeks, before you decide to skip the formalities to kiss him on the lips. It was all it took for Kim Dokja to let go, and interlace your hands.

Soft and sweet, Kim Dokja felt loved with how gentle you are with him. He doesn’t want you to go. 

And he will miss you when you are gone. 

Kiss Me Slowly, Show Me You Love Me

Kim Dokja knew you were the one when you jumped after him.

"Kim Dokja!"

When he saw you reach out for him as he fell from that rooftop in middle school.

When you proposed to him on one knee, and kissed his hands as you whisk him away from his miserable reality.

He knew you were the one, when you cried for him, and saved his life, again and again.

“Don’t touch him. Even if you are his mother and my mother-in-law, you have no right to kill him to prove a point.” 

“Move.” 

“Over my dead body.” 

Kim Dokja could barely see you standing before his sleeping body, beside Han Sooyoung, protecting him from his mother.

[The Fourth Wall is shaking] 

“You don’t know anything.” 

“That’s fine with me. I trust Dokja more than you.” In the next moment, he felt a cloud form underneath him, followed by curses and gunshots being fired. 

“It’s you! You’re the one who he loves the most! And you’re going to kill him!”

Feeling your calloused hands on top of his head, he saw many versions of you pop out. 

Was it the duplication skill that the Monkey King had? 

“I’ll break the prophecy because I will never hurt my baby.” 

Kim Dokja smiled faintly, before he lost consciousness again. 

Because Only You Can Kill Me

“Baby, you can’t do this.” 

The world is silent for once. The channel was off and both of you paid the price for such privacy. 

“It’s the only way.” 

“Kim Dokja.” He flinches when you call his full name, you never do.

“I have to. It’s the only way that the story will move on.” 

“There has to be another way.” You purse your lips and rub your temples. 

“There has to be a way.”

Kim Dokja held your hand solemnly. 

“There is no other way-”

“Shut up!” You shook off his hand in anger. 

He knows you know that this was the easiest way. 

“I’m not letting you sacrifice yourself!” 

That’s why you’re angry. 

He hugs you from behind. 

“You’re an idiot for even thinking that, there has to be another way!” You break out of his hold and stare at him straight in the eye. 

“If only I had more power-” Kim Dokja grabbed your hand and placed it on his heart.

“(Y/N), I only trust you. You know that right?” Kim Dokja smiles. 

“You’re the only one who can kill me. No one else can.” He felt your hand tremble as you took a shaky breath. 

“So please…kill me.” 

So the story can go on.

“Don’t look at me like that baby.” You say after short deliberation. 

Finally, with a subtle nod, you conceded with tears rolling down your cheeks. 

Then, without further ado, Kim Dokja pulls you in desperately, and both of you were surprised when he was the first to initiate the kiss. 

But when the two of you are so intimate and so close to one another, knowing that the future is uncertain, neither of you want to let go. 

Please, Make Me Your Everything

Kim Dokja feels so desperate in this apocalyptic world. 

He’s planning and looking so far ahead using his knowledge of the novel, and sometimes, he feels like an outlier. 

Perhaps he is. 

Just like he always has. 

But when he’s in your arms as you plant kisses from his collarbone and trails to his neck, he feels at the center of the world, your world. 

Slowly, he feels you kiss his jawline before going closer and closer to his lips, and feels impatient with how slow you are. Every single kiss tingles on his skin, making him remember every precious moment he had with you.

He will never admit it, but he’s frightened for the future. Not about his death (because he will come back, he has a backup for that), but during his absence. 

You are strong and responsible enough to lead the team, but he was afraid that you were going to take on the burden alone. 

When he finally feels your lips on his, he pulls you closer, treasuring every second of you just like how you make him feel alive everyday. 

“Baby. What’s wrong?” Your fingers gently wipe his tear away as you hold him, and when he feels your tears drop on him, he couldn’t help himself. 

“I’m sorry. I just…” 

“Shh, you don’t have to explain yourself to me. I trust you.” Kissing him on his nose gave him butterflies, but even so, he couldn’t get rid of this bitterness in his heart. 

“I love you. I love you. I love you so much.” Dokja repeated the same words until his voice croaked and his lips became dry.

All the while you ruffled his hair and massaged his scalp, and responded to each of his confessions with affirmation. 

“We’re gonna be okay, and you’re gonna be okay. I’ll wait for you Baby.”

That night, Kim Dokja cried himself to sleep in your arms, and for the first time in a long time, he felt warm, secure, and well-rested. 

So when he feels his own sword pierce through his heart painlessly by the one who he swore his eternity to, he feels just as safe and happy. 

You catches him as he falls, as you cry silently and reminds him to come back soon. 

“Don’t forget me, please.” 

How could he? When you’re the one who chose to move forward with the story, when you’re the one who will face his team after their reckless plan?  

He was already greedy and selfish, wanting you to never forget him and wait for him, however long that may be.

Kim Dokja is a fool.

An idiot that only makes you cry.

With a strained smile, he nods before noticing the notification above. 

[Incarnation ‘Kim Dokja’ will be killed by the person he loves the most]

When he wakes up, he promises that he will never sacrifice himself again.

But the story must go on.

[sematarygirls]

stop i’m literally so in love with your acc, it’s gorgeous!!!! missed you sm. need to start writing or creating something again tbh but idk what.

anywaysss had this super cool drummer!rafe idea where they’re all like mid-20s and were suspected of murder (maybe a roadie died or an ex bandmate??)

buttt there you are interning with the local police department (aka nancy drew nerd) and go poking around (woah somehow you end up in rafe’s arms what a coincidence). maybe he did it or maybeee he didn’t, who knows. ur just a silly little inter.. right?? unless ofc this wasn’t the first time you met and you both did it together?

anyways do what you wish with this, feel free to let it rot. ur a genius mastermind either way. ily mwahhh

(here’s some drew pics mini moodboard bc why not)

Partners In Crime — Rafe Cameron.

pairing: drummer!rafe x policeintern!reader

summary: your internship at the kildare county sheriff's department proves extremely useful after ex-bandmate of local rock sensation, morphine animals, is found murdered.

warnings: smut! semi-public sex, unprotected p in v, murder, inaccuracies regarding police work

word count: 3.6k words !

a/n: this request is AMAZING omg!! your mind is literally so incredibly brilliant. i am so incredibly jealous. i just want to scoop it out and study it because your plots are always so genius it's insane. also, i got a little freaky with this request. i don't know where it came from, but i hope yall enjoy. side note, i know nothing about police stations or internships beyond what I've seen on tv, so this is most likely very far from anything that would happen in real life.

✶ . ࣪ ׅ   You cursed quietly, swatting a mosquito away from you as your fingers danced along the collection of files, skimming through the box of evidence labeled "Ryder, Elliot". It was July, and the summer was in full swing. the air was thick and heavy, causing a layer of sticky sweat to cling to every inch of your body. The cramped storage room seemed to be at least 10 degrees hotter than the rest of the police station, and it had the added bonus of recycled air that smelled of dust and mildew.

Your gaze flickered between the door and the police report in your hands, readying yourself to be caught any moment now. Technically, you weren't supposed to be looking at anything in this room. You were simply an intern, and as such, your jobs mostly consisted of clerical work like running the front desk, answering phones, and filling out the occasional police report—typically for some misdemeanor offense that they had granted you competent enough to navigate your way around.

On a normal day, you did not have clearance to be in this little room with all the important documents pertaining to cases ranging anywhere from vandalism to first-degree murder. However, on this particular day, you had been instructed to organize and clean the records room, ensuring that everything was dusted off and placed in alphabetical order.

You knew you weren't really supposed to take a peek into any of these boxes, but when you saw the name Elliot Ryder on one of the boxes, you simply couldn't help yourself. It was the biggest case your town had seen in the last decade.

"Local rock legend Morphine Animal's ex-band-mate found murdered" had been splashed across headlines for weeks, each news site ranging from local to national discussing the case and their theories, but surprisingly much of the case had remained a mystery.

Morphine Animals had been practically untouchable ever since they skyrocketed to fame. It was truly fascinating how quickly they went from small-town rockstar wannabes to household names. They became a national sensation practically overnight, and it all started when Elliot Ryder was fired as the band's drummer and replaced by Rafe Cameron.

You remembered it vividly. Elliot went around telling everybody who would listen how he was cheated out of fame. The other three band members had been his childhood best friends. The band was their passion project and they had vowed to do it all together, but then, one night, they just dropped him out of the blue, and Rafe Cameron took his spot.

People couldn't help but wonder if the band's colorful history had anything to do with the murder. The whole situation would've made more sense if Rafe was the one murdered. It would be open and shut. Elliot killed Rafe to get back at him for taking his spot and stealing the fame that was "rightfully" his, but revenge just doesn't quite sit right with the case being turned around.

Rockstar drummer that has it all kills small-town drunk nobody? It just doesn't fit.

You turn your attention back to the police report in hand. You didn't have much time left before someone inevitably needed a file or came to check on you, so you needed to focus, read it, and put everything back where you found it before that happened.

Case Number 0608

Responding Officer: Sheriff Susan Peterkin

On 06/28/2023 at approximately 2100 hours, I responded to a noise complaint at 2971 Shorecrest Drive.

I knocked on the front door, but there was no answer. I announced myself as the police and knocked once more, but again, received no answer. I looked into the window for signs of life, and saw Elliot Ryder laying prone on the living room floor with a pool of blood around him. I immediately radioed for assistance and kicked down the door. I checked his pulse and discovered that Ryder was deceased. While I waited for assistance, I secured the scene. At approximately 2110 hours, Deputy Victor Shoupe, Officer Danielle Lyonne, and Officer Franklin Hewitt arrived on scene. Officers Hewitt and Lyonne canvased the surrounding homes and took their statements to find out if anyone had seen or heard anything. Their individual statements are enclosed. Deputy Shoupe called for the coroner and cordoned off the area while I began assessing the crime scene in a spiral method. Pictures included document the blood patterns and shattered glass discovered at the scene. No murder weapon was discovered.

I instructed Deputy Shoupe to stay at the scene and await the coroner's arrival while I headed back to the station. At approximately 2330 hours, I left the scene.

Your eyebrows furrowed in concentration as you read over the report. You used the back of your hand to wipe the beads of sweat that had formed on your forehead—created from a mix of the unbearable heat and your growing nervousness as the moments ticked by—stopping them from dripping down your skin.

Your gaze darted to the door once again before returning to the files, pulling out a series of pictures that documented the crime scene.

He was found on his stomach, the hair on the back of his head matted with blood. The cause of death was blunt force trauma, and it was very evident from the crime scene photos.

You turned your attention from the photos documenting his body to the ones showing the state his living room had been left in. There was broken glass from a shattered mirror near the front door coating the carpet, and the living room looked like it had been hit by a tornado. Furniture had been turned over, his belongings strewn about in a disorganized fashion. It seemed like whoever had been there was looking for something.

Something in one of the photos caught your eye. It was small, almost imperceptible, but the flash from the camera reflected off something imbeded into the cream colored carpet just beneath the table that Elliot's body was found beside.

Your brows furrowed as you brought the photo closer to your face, squinting to get a better look.

The sound of footsteps approaching made you jump. You quickly folded the picture and shoved it into your pocket before placing the photos and police report back into the box and hauling it onto the shelf.

"Hey, kid," Deputy Shoupe peeked his head inside, the sound of him chewing his gum seemingly reverberating off the walls. You turned, your face flushed, and your heart practically beating out of your chest. You had managed to get everything in order moments before he opened the door.

"Uh, yes, sir?" You cleared your throat, brushing away a strand of hair that had gotten stuck to your sticky forehead.

"Boss lady needs the Ryder files," he informed you, still smacking his gum. The sound filled your ears, somehow louder than the beating of your own heart.

You nodded, swallowing hard as you turned and grabbed the box, the piece of paper in your pocket feeling like it weighed a ton as you carried the heavy box over to him. "Can I ask why?" You worked up the courage to ask, handing him the files, your palms sweaty as you pulled back.

"Just got done interviewing Rafe Cameron," he told you, propping the box under his arm. Your eyes widened a fraction. Why was Sheriff Peterkin reinterviewing him? Was there new evidence to connect him to the murder? "So, she wants to take another look at the evidence."

"Oh," you simply said, the room seeming to grow hotter. "Whew, god, it's hot," you huffed, fanning yourself. "Are you hot?" You asked, clearly not doing well at playing it cool.

"You alright kid?" He asked, quirking an eyebrow curiously at your odd behavior.

"Yeah, I think I'm just gonna step outside and get some air," you nodded, suddenly feeling very suffocated in the stuffy atmosphere.

"Sure, whatever," he shrugged, clearly not all that interested in you or your actions as he turned on his heels to deliver the box to Peterkin.

You hurried down the long, grey corridor, pushing the backdoor open harshly when you arrived at it. Outside wasn't much cooler, but the small, shaded alleyway provided reprieve from the sun's unrelenting rays. You took a few deep breaths, feeling better now that you were breathing fresh, clean air.

"You look like shit," a voice piped up. Your head whipped to the side, eyes finding the source. Rafe Cameron was leaned up against the wall, a lit cigarette dangling from his lips. He was wearing a white tank top that clung to him like a second skin. the heat was just as unforgiving on him, his muscles glistening and his hair sticking out in all directions, a few strands clinging to his slick forehead.

"Excuse me," you scoffed, crossing your arms over your chest. Truthfully, you knew you probably did look like shit. You were sweating like a pig, your clothes clinging to you uncomfortably, and after hours of running your hands through it and being subject to intense humidity, your hair was undoubtedly frizzy and wild.

Rafe pushed off the wall, taking one last drag before flicking the cigarette onto the ground and crushing it under his boot. His blue eyes locked onto yours, amusement dancing in them as he approached you. "I'm just sayin'," he drawled, his voice a low rumble.

"Yeah, well, you don't look too hot yourself," you rolled your eyes. It was a lie, of course. Somehow, he even made sweating to death in the sweltering July heat look sexy. It was utterly infuriating.

He grinned, amused at your attempt to insult him, but he could see right through you. "You mad at me or somethin'?" His hand reached out and wrapped around your wrist, his grip sending shivers down your spine.

"You just said I looked like shit," you glared at him. The heat was making you irritable, and it didn't help that his stupid fucking earring—that you'd told him twenty goddamn times to take out—had showed up in a crime scene photo.

Rafe's thumb began to trace circles on the inside of your wrist, his touch sending electric jolts through your body. "C'mon, you know I was just teasing you, baby," he murmured, his voice soft and seductive. He knew how to play your body better than he knew how to play his drums.

You stubbornly pulled away from him, ignoring the way your body reacted to his touch. "You're lucky I got saddled with file room duty, asshole" you gritted out, pulling the picture from your back pocket and shoving it into his muscular chest.

Rafe wore a silver stud in his ear, a staple of his rockstar persona, and that little glimmer of reflected flash in that crime scene photo was that stud, which had fallen out during the murder.

Thankfully, it hadn't been logged into evidence and had been completely overlooked by the bumbling small town crime scene techs, so you only had to take the photo to keep that little piece of incriminating evidence from ever being discovered.

Rafe glanced down at the photo, his expression unchanging as he took it in. He looked back up at you, his eyes narrowing slightly. "You worried about me, babe?" He asked, his voice laced with mockery, but there was a harder edge to it that betrayed his unperturbed demeanor.

"No," you shot back, your brows furrowing in frustration. God, the heat was making you bitchy. "I'm worried about myself. I mean, I covered up your little fuck up perfectly. The last thing I need is for you and your lame ass jewlery to fuck me over."

Rafe's hand snaked out and wrapped around your throat, his grip tight but not painful. He backed you up against the brick wall, his eyes boring into yours. "You think I can't take care of my own shit?" He asked, his voice a low growl. His patience was clearly wearing thinner and thinner by the second. He was already agitated at being ripped away from band practice to do this little song and dance with the police. The last thing he needed was you bitching at him and challenging his capabilites.

"If you could take care of your own shit, you wouldn't have called me in the middle of the night panicking because you fucking killed someone," you retorted, not backing down. You weren't afraid of him in the slightest. You knew what he was capable of, but it didn't scare you. In fact, there was a twisted part of you that liked knowing about his violent side.

Rafe Cameron had been the one to kill Elliot Ryder in cold blood, and he'd called you up moments after because he knew your experience as a police intern would come in handy. You had rushed over and helped him stage the whole thing as a burglary gone wrong. Unfortunately, Rafe hadn't realized his little wardrobe malfunction until it was too late to go back and retrieve it.

His face darkened, his hand tightening around your throat. "I had it handled," he hissed. "Until you showed up and decided to play detective." His other hand reached down, gripping your hip possessively. "You're supposed to be on my side, not throwing my mistakes in my face."

"Then stop making dumb fucking mistakes," you spat, your jaw clenching in annoyance. You could feel your panties growing wetter by the second, which only fueled your frustration toward him. You hated how he could still make you want him even when he was being a complete asshole.

Rafe's face twisted with anger, but beneath it, you saw a flicker of something else—desire. He leaned in close, his breath hot against your lips. "You know, I should just shut you up for good," he muttered, his grip on your throat unyielding.

"Yeah?" You asked, your voice almost taunting. "You gonna kill me, Rafe?" You looked him in the eye, not backing down. "Who's gonna clean up your messes then, huh?"

His expression turned grim, and for a monent, you thought he might actually do it. But, then, without warning, he crushed his mouth to yours in a rough, bruising kiss. His hands tightened further on your hip, pressing against your body and pinning you in place.

He bit down hard on your lip, drawing blood. His tongue darted out, lapping up the blood and soothing the wound as his thumb rubbed over your pulse point, feeling the way your heartbeat quickened with desire. His mouth tasted of nicotine, stale beer, a slight hint of mint, and then the metallic taste of your blood on his tongue. If it were anyone else, you would've recoiled in disgust, but something about him was intoxicating.

He was so close you could feel his bulge pressing into you, and it only made you want him more. You didn't care that you were pressed against a wall in the back alley behind the police precinct, in fact, something about it, the potential thrill of getting caught, turned you on more.

Rafe's hands moved to grip your ass under your skirt, roughly palming the fatty flesh with his rough hands. He broke the kiss, his lips moving to your neck, where he bit down hard enough to leave a mark. "You drive me fucking crazy," he growled.

"Yeah, well you're fucking insufferable," you said breathlessly, tilting your head to the side and threading your fingers into his hair as he continued his assault on your neck.

He grunted in response, his hands squeezing your backside painfully before he pulled away to fumble with his belt, the buckle clanking loudly in the otherwise quiet alley.

As he fiddled with his belt, you took your opportunity to latch your lips onto his neck, the salty taste of his skin mixed with the thin layer of sweat coating him danced on your tongue as you sucked and nipped at the areas you knew would drive him wild.

Rafe's breathing hitched as you marked him, his body stiffening. He finally got his belt undone and his pants unbuttoned, shoving them down just enough to free his hard length.

He gripped your thighs, hoisting you up and pressing you hard against the wall as your legs wrapped around his waist. "Think you need to learn your place," he said darkly, pulling your panties to the side.

With one swift movement, he thrust deep inside you, filling you completely. He held you pinned against the wall, his hips rolling into yours in deep, punishing thrusts. "You're supposed to worship the ground I walk on," he muttered, his voice ragged.

You gasped, your fingers digging into his shoulders as he began to move, his powerful hips snapping back and forth as he pounded into you. His blue eyes, darkened with lust, locked onto yours, watching your face intently.

"Answer me," he demanded, his voice low and menacing. He slowed his pace, his hips rolling leisurely, his thick length stretching you wide. He knew his slow pace was like torture to you. "Tell me you worship me, baby."

"Fuck," you moaned, your face scrunching in a mix of pain and pleasure as the brick wall dug uncomfortably into your back. "I worship you, Rafe."

A smug grin spread across his face at your words, his pace quickening as he continued to slam into you, his hips rolling in that way that always hit that spot inside you, making you practically see stars. "Good girl," he praised, his lips finding yours again.

Your arms snaked around his neck, fingers curling into his hair and tugging slightly as his mouth swallowed your little whimpers and moans.

He released your mouth, his head tilting down to watch where you were joined. He let out a low groan, his body tensing as he watched himself disappear inside of you. "Look at you taking me so well," he gritted out, his pace quickening.

You gasped when you felt his thumb begin rubbing tight circles on your clit, drawing you closer and closer to the edge. "Such a dirty fuckin' girl," he growled. "Letting me fuck you in an alleyway, behind a police station no less." His lewd words only served to heighten your arousal.

His other hand reached up to wrap around your throat, applying just enough pressure to make you dizzy as he continued to pound into you. "I'm going to fill this pretty little cunt with my cum," he snarled, his voice echoing off the brick walls.

His words paired with his grip on your throat and the way he was pounding into you sent you over the edge, your eyes rolling back as you moaned his name.

His hand on your neck tightened possessively as you came apart for him, his own release following shortly after as he felt your walls squeeze down on him, milking his cock. He buried his face against your neck, his breathing hot and ragged against your skin. "That's my girl."

You panted, your head falling back against the brick as you caught your breath, your mind reeling as the weight of what you'd just done crashed over you. It was reckless and stupid to have let that happen, especially behind the police station you worked at. If anyone saw you, it could raise some serious red flags.

Rafe slowly lowered you back to the ground, pressing one last kiss to your swollen lips before tucking himself back into his underwear and pulling his jeans up, refastening his belt. He leaned against the wall beside you, lighting a cigarette as he looked you over with a lazy smirk. "Try not to look so guilty."

"Don't be an asshole," you shot him a sharp look, fixing your skirt and blouse. Now, you had to go back to work and act as if you didn't have a murderer's cum leaking out of you.

Rafe took a long drag of his cigarette, blowing the smoke out in a slow stream. He watched you intently, his eyes glinting with amusement as he observed you straighten your hair and adjust your collar, trying to regain some semblance of professionalism. "I'll pick you up after your shift. We've got a few more things to discuss."

"You can't pick me up here," you said, crossing your arms over your chest.

Rafe raised an eyebrow, pushing off from the wall and taking a few slow steps closer to you. "And why not?" he asked, his voice low and dangerous. He knew very well why not, but he wanted to hear you say it.

"Don't play dumb, Rafe," you rolled your eyes. He could be so very infuriating when he wanted to be.

"Say it," he insisted, his voice firm. He took another step closer, towering over you. "Tell me why I can't pick you up here." His hand reached up, his fingers brushing against your cheek in a deceptively gentle touch.

You huffed frustratedly, narrowing your eyes at his insistence. "Because you killed Elliot Ryder, and I'm your fucking accomplice," you relented.

Rafe's hand tightened, gripping your cheeks firmly, his touch bordering on painful as he leaned down, his lips brushing against your ear. "Shhh," he whispered, his voice dark and threatening. "You shouldn't go around saying things like that, baby."

You glared up at him, your annoyance evident in your gaze. Everything always had to be a game with him, and sometimes it utterly maddened you.

Rafe's lips curled into a smirk as he pulled back, his hand falling away from your face. "I'll pick you up around the corner," he said, as if the matter was settled. He took another drag of his cigarette before tossing it to the ground and heading down the alleyway to his car.

You watched him leave, your gaze burning holes into his back for a moment as he retreated before you shook your annoyance away, pulling the back door to the station open and heading back inside.

[pandorasfavorite]

I live for your writing literally supporting my delusions ❤️❤️❤️ But anyways I think you’ve already written with this idea before but hopefully this request is a little different. So a fem reader and Dominik have been dating for a couple months but the reader beings to get annoyed by Dom’s close relationship with Rhea. The reader kind of starts giving him attitude about about this and Dom takes matters into his own hands with him showing the reader that he only wants the her and saying some stuff like “Do I kiss/touch Rhea like this?” and then proceeds to show her😝😝

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AN: Requests are coming as fast as I can write (don't give up on me). And keep a look out for your request mixed in with other posts.

It's not in Dominik's hands how he is supposed to do things. I mean he did choose to join the Judgement Day but the close relationship with Rhea was essentially pushed on him for more attention and heat. You were not a part of the Judgement, instead you stayed solo and stayed away from factions. You weren't with Dominik until 3 months after he joined The Judgement Day. But he grew on you slowly but surely; the way he was constantly in your life and that adorable smile and crazy hair; he was irresistible. You knew who all was in The Judgement Day too; you knew he liked Rhea as a friend, so he said, though lately the jealousy has gotten worse.

When you liked Dominik it didn't hurt as bad to see them paired together in the center of the ring acting like a couple. Yet the longer your relationship carries on, the more you love him, seeing him hug her and hang off her shoulder was slowly killing your nerves. So yeah you've been moody towards him lately, he should know by now anyway. On the other hand, Dominik was getting a little frustrated with your little mood. But he wasn't dense; it was clear as water that you were being pissy about Rhea. What could he do other than show you how he only wants you? Just finding the right time was the tricky part.

Well, the tricky part was over because you were blowing up on Dominik for touching Rhea's hair. In his defense, it really was an accident, but anything that had to do with them being in contact was ticking you off effortlessly. So now you were pacing in front of the king-sized bed (where Dominik was leaning against the headboard with his arms crossed), and you were going on a rant about the ridiculous events that have happened recently.

"You know it wouldn't matter if you at least acted like you didn't mean to do it. And then you want to throw your arm around her shoulder- or wait NO MY ARM, what's yours is mine, and your mine. So what I guess I'm really asking is why are you throwing my arm around another woman?" you spewed with your hands flying around to emphasize your point. Dominik was so fucking flabbergasted; somehow you managed to not only call him out for an accident but also claim his arm as yours. But he listened anyway and tried to act normal because if he smiled at your insanity; you would say he was making fun of the problem. So with a straight face (one that was about to break), Dominik patted the bed beside him.

You furrowed your eyebrows and looked at him with apprehension, yet your body still went and sat beside him. Dominik turned to look at you with soft loving eyes while you turned to look at him with fire burning behind yours. He did the first thing that came to mind, kiss you until gasped out his name. His lips slipped against yours in a wet kiss and his whole body moved with the kiss. Every smack of your lips against his was followed by Dominik moving on top of you with ease. One of his legs was slotted between both of yours and your mind felt a bit foggy at the unexpected sensation. But the fog wasn't thick enough to distract you, that much Dominik already knew, his thigh pressed against your clothed cunt and he began pulling your clothes off one by one.

First start with your shirt and then your bra right after. The moment it slipped off, not even on the floor yet Dominik's hands were playing with your tits and his lips were sucking dark marks onto your sensitive skin. Each movement of his hands was directly followed by his thigh just barely pressing against you. He pulled back to taunt you, "Do I touch Rhea like this? Kiss her like this?", he rasps but you grit your teeth at the name alone.

"Don't say her name right now", you huff and grab the back of his head like you are about to push him back down onto you. He grins and pushes his hair out of his face, "Yea, I rather hear you say my name instead". You held back your surprise when Dominik ripped your pants completely off your body and slid your panties off. He looked at them with the same cocky smirk and showed you the prominent wet mark right in the middle. He smacked your pussy lightly; you felt yourself jolt and moan at the same time. "No surprise there", he commented and threw them off the bed all the same.

His hand splayed down your body; only for his tongue to follow the same trail, just barely dipping down to lick the inside of your thighs teasingly. You wither from above and try to wrap your legs around his head like you always do. Dominik never went a day without tasting your cunt. It was his favorite way to relieve stress; it was almost like a routine for him to come home with you and get on his knees to slide his tongue into your wet pussy. Though tonight he only glided his tongue against your clit for a split second before just barely letting his teeth graze over it. Your body reacted before your mind processed the new action. You gasped and raised up off of the bed to see what the fuck he just did and why the hell did it feel so good. "Like that mami? I thought you would, I know this pussy in and out", he sticks his tongue out playfully but he was still so low the tip of his tongue hit your pussy all the same.

You moaned his name and glared with impatience. You had never claimed to be the patient one in this relationship. Dominik took that as a sign to hurry up and pull his cock out to slip inside of you. After all this time you thought you'd be used to the stretch of his cock, but each inch sent you reeling and gripping the sheets for support. The way his cock filled you up, made you feel full it was unexplainable; really only your intangible moans could begin to explain it. "Fuck you feel so good", you whined and convulsed around his cock.

Dominik let you scratch down his cock and throw your arms over his shoulders while he just barely rocked into you. But he couldn't help but reply, "Oh yeah?" he asked but knew the answer based on how much you were pulsing around him already. "Fuck you", you grit out without meaning, though in reality, you wanted to pull his face down to slip your tongue into his smart mouth. He looks at you from the curtain of his long hair, "I can't wait" he said back. And he meant it with his entire being. Dominik loved you on top, roughing him around, and shoving your panties into his mouth.

Now Dominik was practically abusing your cunt with each harsh thrust that hit your g-spot with no effort. Each thrust made a smacking sound of his hips against your ass and then the squelch of him pulling in and out of your pussy. Dominik was now holding the headboard to better fuck you and the sight you got to see was better than any other. He was panting and licking his lips while watching you moan and work through the up-and-coming orgasm. His muscles were convulsing and his hips were ramming his cock inside of you. The quirks of Dominik being so athletic really paid off in bed.

Dominik pulled out and barely gave any time for you to whine out complaints. He grabbed you by the hips and flipped you over, he pushed your knees up and pushed your back down so you were arched in front of him; ass up and ready. Dominik slipped inside of you effortlessly this time and groaned at the sight in front of him. He grabs your hips again tightly this time and slams you back on his cock while he thrusts into you all the same. "Why would I want her when I have you taking my cock like a whore? God, I could fuck you forever Mami", his words are sloppy and dirty. You pulse around him and moan into the sheets he pushed you into over and over again.

"Dom please", you mumble from the sheets; that was the best way to tell him you were about to cum. And in this case, it was going to be the best one you've had in weeks. Dominik groaned as your pussy got tighter with each pulse and now one of his hands moved to the arch of your back to keep you in the right position. "Just a little longer princess, my good girl can do that right?", you only nodded into the sheet and Dominik felt his body constricting with each long pull. But you not speaking wasn't nearly enough for him. "My little cock slut can handle it hm?", he moved his hands down to grasp and pull at the plush of your ass. Smacking and pulling to make his cock drive even further into you. The degradation and praise mixed together always had you gushing around his cock and stilling while you cum. Already knowing Dominik would have no problems with fucking you through it.

Your ass pressed against him and his cock was as deep as it could go when you squeezed around his cock tightly. So tight he could barely pull out or stutter his cuss of praise. But of course, he managed, "That's my girl"

[razzellyn]

A little something while you wait, also this one is a bit short :0 (notes in the end?)

Cuddles!!

No tricks this time!! Just fluffy cuddle session!!!

MCB

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Blue Cop

• A bit sheepish at first but definitely a cuddle bug after he relaxed onto it. It helps him release his stress! He'll need lots of cuddles after every battle please!!

• Blue Cop will be embarrassed though when someone else sees the two of you cuddling each other. It's an intimate moment for him, thank you very much.

• Definitely snuggles onto you. Like really onto you. He likes cuddles. Give him cuddles. Cops need to relax too!

Mega Trucker

• Definitely against the idea at first, thinking it's corny or whatever. But when you did drag him to cuddle with you, let's just say he's in love.

• Doesn't care if anyone sees him. In fact, he'll brag about having cuddled up with someone. You also find he likes playing with your head! Your hair if you're human, finials if you're a bot.

• Cuddles with background music. Loud background music. I hope you can stand ear-bleeding music to cuddle with.

Mega Ambuler

• Surprisingly he's not hesitant about cuddling with you. Who would've thought the Stoic Mega Ambuler would want to be comforted?

• You. That was proven when he quickly sagged down while nuzzling you. Literally all of his tense-ness gone. Will lock you in a tight hug.

• One of the best cuddler there is. He's tangled with you. He might sleep here and there mid cuddle session so don't be disappointed, alright?

Phoenix Fire

• Oh no you didn't invite him to cuddle, he's two steps ahead of you. In fact he's cuddling you already as i speak. Hugging your body close to him while he rambles on about whatever happened today.

• Please listen to him when rambling. I know it's going to be a bit boring sometimes but just listen, alright? You don't even gotta indulge him in a conversation he's happy nonetheless.

• Talks himself to sleep a lot. Might take a while to get used to. Oh and you're not leaving his grasp any time soon. If he sleeps while cuddling you, you sleep too!

Shadow X

• Will tease you about it before cuddling too. Tease him back while he teases you? He's cool. Tease him when he was cuddling you? Nuh uh.

• Would definitely end up laying on top of you. Literally a gremlin, he bites on your arm jokingly. Yet he doesn't have a mouth (He pretends he does).

• Please put effort in cuddling him. Sometimes he feels like a burden to the team, and cuddling usually helps calm his mind. Yes. Cuddle him. Now!!

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Hii!!! Sorry I've been inactive

I'll work on your requests but it will take time! Please be patient

Also I'm not feeling too good at the moment.

Idk why but i feel sad about something outside of my control so, yeah

Sorry though, considering that this account is less active than I'd like now

Oof.

[dustymeadows-if]

Dust particles flow in the air, shimmering with golden light of the sun. They rise to the sky, equally golden and hazy. Your mind is empty. There is no single memory in your head. Only one thought is ringing in your brain.

You must walk forward. Walk until your feet begin to bleed. Walk until your shoes fall apart.

And for some reason you can't oppose this thought.

This is your road to Damascus.

Dusty Meadows is a short interactive story set in post-WW1 world. It's a small psychological adventure that will take you through the scarred European fields. Wander the abandoned trenches, scorched forests, poisonous valleys and silent, deadly no man's land.

You don't remember anything. The feelings, however, still linger. Feelings like pain, grief and bitter longing. Your body is mutilated, but you feel no physical pain. It's your soul that aches. It's as if an important piece of it was heartlessly ripped off. This pain urges you to go forward. The answers might lie just behind the next hill or river. Your life depends on returning. Returning your soul. Returning your memories. Returning your life. Returning home.

That is, if there's anything left for you to return to at all.

Customizable MC: choose your gender, appearance, personality and name (if you can remember it, of course).

Meet the cast of various charachters: you're not the only one wandering and seeking these desolate lands. Talk to other wayfaring souls, listen to their stories. Maybe even share the same road and experience strangely deep bond with some of them...

Return your memories: remove the shroud from your past. Remember how you got here. Remember what hides behind the scars on your body. But be wary: some memories are forgotten for a reason.

Explore different locations: travel through the remains of war, learn what happened there and remember what binds you to these places.

Maintain your sanity: nobody said that battlefields are safe even after the war. Your mind is as scarred as your body, and sometimes memories crash like tidal waves. Whether you'll hold the line or succumb to the dark depths - is up to you and you only.

Tired Infantryman - Basile (M)

This man could be a definition of word "apathy". Everything about him is grey: both literally and figuratively. Dressed in grey-bluish trenchcoat, covered in grey dust, he looks at you with dull grey eyes. Even in his dark brown hair you can see grey strands, although he's still pretty young. He doesn't seem to be interested in anything around him, except for his cigarettes. His left arm is missing, and you can't help but wonder what's the story behind this.

Frozen Operator - Johann (M)

He is... a weird man. Tall and muscular like someone working in the fields all day long. But at the same time his skin is the palest and the coldest you've ever seen, and his eyes are sunken as if he was spending many sleepless nights doing paperwork. He's also the only one without any visible wounds, which is very unusual to see in this place. Johann seems like a kind and outgoing man, but he hides something deep in his heart.

Blind Journalist - Gelsomina (F)

Upper half of her face is covered with bandages, but even so you can tell she's a very beautiful woman. Dark blood stains over the place where her eyes were never seem to fully dry. She is much alike that blood: restless almost to despair. This woman will either find peace or die, and the least seems to be most likely. Losing her eyes was a hard hit: she can't see, she can't write, she can't do her job which had always meant life for her. She lost every reason to live, but the fire of her stubbornness is blazing hard, keeping her alive and eating her from inside at the same time.

Wayward Nun - Jolan (F)

She is a strange sight. Dressed in nun robes which covers her whole body, she also wears a gas mask which she refuses to ever take off. This woman is like a walking fortress of her own, cutting off every direct contact with the outer world. She barely speaks, preferring simple gestures, or rather, not communicating at all. You don't know what she looks like, what she sounds like, but here's one thing you know for sure: guilt is seeping through every crack of her thick defense.

Demo - TBA

[piracytheorist]

Episode 33 reaction!

*incoherent screaming*

WHY DID THEY MAKE THIS CUTE. WHY DOES IT WORK. I LOVE IT.

Yor talks about how they'll just put them in that inflatable boat and then go to the other ship, but would that really work with the amount of assassins on board? All they'd need to do would be fire with a sniper while the trio were boarding.

Anyway. Caught by the smell, after all. And indeed Yor doesn't seem to have a scent that super-smeller Turtleneck Guy can pick up. Interesting!

I love how Anya didn't even have to negotiate this. She wasn't even direct about it.

Also, it looks like Anya got a little more comfortable hearing a myriad of passionate thoughts around her? Like, remember episode three, where she passed out from the amount of thoughts around her. Here she didn't seem bothered at all and thought she could "look around" for Yor's thoughts. Is that a sign that she's getting stronger and gaining more control of her power?

I love how Yor saw the two guys standing by the hallway and went like "These are probably assassins" and they were indeed assassins.

Okay. This spread is hilarious, with all the different expressions side by side, and I'm glad I had the manga in a physical copy and could see it in all its glory XD

It was so sweet, how Olka tried to calm down Gram 🥺 the voice actress did such a great work there!

They actually fit three full chapters and one short chapter in one episode, and it still didn't feel rushed, what the hell! Like they took their time showing everything. This is amazing.

I love how Gram got excited over jumping around in Yor's arms XD

The sniper got an order to kill the baby too, if possible! The fuck!

Setting a fight between assassins - which includes a lot of shooting - amidst a firework show is brilliant. The plain guests had no idea what was happening just a few meters away from them.

AND YOR GOT HURT!

The difference between their reactions at the other dodging was hilarious. The sniper went like "She dodged that???!?!" and Yor was like "Aw shucks, he dodged it."

Then. Yor. Fucking. DESTROYED. A DAGGER WITH HER BARE FINGERNAILS. What the actual fuck! (I accidentally typo-ed "bear fingernails" there but was it actually incorrect? This woman is a beast!)

And Gram is still having fun! Fireworks? Time to cry. People trying to kill them? Laughing his heart out :D

My god! The assassins coming out, and Yor doing her tricks with her stilettos before preparing her stance? The animators really understand the assignment!

Some good quick action there, McMahon coming to their help and I THINK I MIGHT HAVE SCREAMED WHEN ZEB GOT HIT.

Like they were actually falling and I was like. Please tell me he wore a bulletproof vest. Please tell me he won't die. PLEASE DON'T DIE ;_;

So yeah. I was so relieved to see he had a vest. And it's also funny that they took a humorous tone with that. A bit of an emotional whiplash was expected there XD

There's so much good animation there I can't even begin to comment on it. I'll have to gif a lot tomorrow :D Probably :D

Anyway. THEY MESSED WITH THE WRONG BITCH

Glorious.

McMahon cleaning up! Both preparing to fuck shit up!

I love how Yor apologized for using a guy's dead body as a shield from bullets. Kindness over all!

And then Loid wondering why Anya is still so excited after a long show of fireworks. He would lose his mind as a modern parent whose child could listen to Baby Shark a million times in a row.

A literal bloodshow ensues! Yor killing guy after guy and McMahon cleaning up after her!

Meanwhile, Anya and Loid enjoy the fireworks, and the office dudes win a fortune. Wins all around!

Though shit! The mace guy broke one of Yor's stilettos! Sacrilege!

They didn't pull back. With the soft song accompanying the action, we then get a hilarious (!!) montage of Yor taking out the assassins one by one and HOW DO THEY DO THAT. How is the humor in this show so effective I DO NOT UNDERSTAND. Like, Endo's writing is funny in and of itself, but then the anime manages to pick up from that and use make it over the top! I love it.

Turtleneck guy thinks he's in the position to judge Yor??? Shut up my dude.

So McMahon is a pretty traditional dude, huh. Interesting. And did Turtleneck Guy really go like, "No, YOU will be eaten by sharks!" Like was that the best you could do XD

But then! Things get deeply serious! McMahon isn't dead, is he? O_O (don't answer)

Oh my god there's so much more I can barely comment! The katana guy being over the top! Yor worrying over breaking Loid and Anya's hearts! BECAUSE SHE'LL DIE. The haircut moment XD

But then Yor had her moment of wondering and then got her ass kicked and shit.

It is not clear in the anime, but it looks like in the manga Yor ripped the earring off her earlobe to stop Turtleneck Guy from moving on.

It's kind of tragic, how the Briar siblings ended up. Yor got into a dangerous, soul-eating job to protect Yuri's carefree life, and Yuri, seeing the sacrifices she made for him, did the same for her. They're so desperate to protect each other from the evils of the world, because they're all they have...

But now she's got even more of a motive...

So what if I cry? What if I dissolve into a puddle of tears and feels? So what? T_T

WHAT IF I LOSE MY MIND. BECAUSE HE DOES UNDERSTAND. IT'S THE VERY SAME THING HE DOES.

One last moment of logic that yes, she did rip her earlobe.

And now I continue screaming. Thank you for coming to my TED talk.

[mrsbarnesxxx]

Hi, I saw you were after requests and thought I'd send one in! I have a few in mind but o won't overload you with them all haha. I'm going to leave one or two here for Eddie diaz.

Reader feels ill at work but brushed it off as a bug or something and eddie asks if she's okay. When they get back from a call she gets out of the truck and nearly falls on the ground in pain. Eddie catches her and helps put her on a gurney. After they get to hospital they find out she has appendicitis and they risk her to surgery. After she's back in a room eddie is there holding her hand and she wakes up and it's all fluffy and cute especially when he takes her home and takes care of her. Chris could also turn up with a handmade get well soon card

The other idea is eddie plans on proposing to reader and discusses it with the team but eventually gets chris involved and eddie ends up on one knee when they are at the station or just come back from a call or something? All fluffy and cute.

Thank you! Hope this wasn't too much!

A/n: Not me having to google appendicitis symptoms even though I literally had it last year...

I'm working on the second idea and will post it ~here~ when I'm done

Warnings: mentions of fainting, mentions of hospital and all that jazz, mentions of sickness, slight angst, love confessions, female reader, Christopher Diaz

You had woken up feeling awful. Your whole body hurt, your back, your side, your stomach. You had a 24-hour shift today and since they were always short-staffed, you couldn't call out. You pulled yourself out of bed, pain shooting through your stomach. As soon as you made it to the kitchen, you took two Tylenol and got dressed for work. Once you reached the fire station, you sat in your car for a minute, trying to ignore the sickly feeling spreading throughout your body. Eventually, you got out of your car and walked in, changing and heading out to greet your friends. "Morning, Hen." You fake a smile, walking over to the coffee pot before deciding better of it and putting your cup away. "You feeling okay?" She asks giving you a raised brow. "Yeah, just feeling a little queasy. I think I had bad Chinese food last night." You smile waving her concerned glance off.

The alarm goes off just as Chimney, Buck, and Eddie start to get breakfast. They all sigh before we head to the truck. We head off towards a call of a small apartment fire with minor burns. You hop out of the truck when we get to the scene, immediately feeling really dizzy and queasy. Apparently hiding it poorly due to your slight swaying back and forth, Eddie comes over to stead you. His hands coming to rest on your waist lightly. "Woah, you okay?" He asks searching your eyes. "I'm fine Eddie." You assure him with a smile. "I just got a little dizzy."

He watches you throughout the whole call as you bandage a woman's first-degree burn on her arm. He watches you cautiously as you climb back into the truck, opting to stand behind you in case you try to fall again. His eyes catch yours as the truck backs into the station. He watches you the whole time you're getting out of the truck. Even offering you his hand. "I told you, Eddie. I'm fi-AH!" You exclaim, clutching your side as a sharp pain shoots through your right side. Eddie closes the 2-foot distance between you in a second, holding you as you faint in his arms due to the pain.

"CAP!" He yells moving to carefully set you on the ground. "What happened?" Hen asks rushing in with Cap and the others behind her. "I don't know, she just collapsed." He explains checking your pulse. "She grabbed her side and then just passed out." "Which side?" Hen asks looking up at him with wide eyes. Realization comes across his face as he looks up at her "right." "Okay, let's get her to the hospital, she could have appendicitis," Hen says. "Buck, chim, get a gurney."

They put you onto a gurney and load you into the ambulance before rushing you to the hospital. Eddie gets there in 3 minutes instead of the normal 5 or more it would usually take them.

"27-year-old female collapsed after clutching her right side, possible appendicitis, complained of upset stomach, bp stable, tachycardic, fever of 100.7" Hen explains once they reach the emergency entrance.

"Her appendix probably ruptured, we're going to have to take her into surgery right now." The doctor says wheeling the gurney away.

Eddie just watches as they wheel your unconscious form away. "Hey, she'll be okay," Hen assures him softly. "Why don't you go wait for her?" "I can't I have work and then Christopher-" "We'll take care of everything. Go sit with your girl." Hen smiles putting a hand on his shoulder. Eddie gives her a puzzled look. She just laughs, "Please. You think we didn't notice the two of you giving each other googly eyes every day?" Eddie laughs, giving her a hug before heading inside. After about an hour, a doctor comes to the waiting room and finds Eddie.

"Excuse me, sir?" She says and Eddie snaps his head up. "Your friend is out of surgery. It went very well. Her appendix had burst, so we have her on antibiotics and will have to monitor her for a few days to make sure she doesn't develop an infection." "Can I see her?" He asks standing up. "Of course, I'll take you to her now." She smiles and leads him to your room. "She's still under anesthesia, so she'll probably be asleep and a bit groggy for a while, but you're welcome to sit with her." "Thank you." He says giving the doctor a small smile before walking to the chair next to your bed. "You scared me, Vida mía." He says taking your hand and pressing a kiss to it.

Eddie responds to the messages he has asking how you are. Telling everyone that you'll be okay. You start to shift suddenly causing him to stop the text he was writing to Buck and look up at you.

"Ow," is the first thing you say. Eddie smiles so big hearing your voice again. A part of him didn't know if he would ever hear your voice again. "What happened?" You ask seeing that you're in the hospital.

"Your appendix burst. They have you on antibiotics and you should be fine." He explains never letting go of your hand.

"I guess it wasn't the Chinese food." You groan dropping your head.

"No it wasn't." He says sadly. "I wish it had been."

"What are you doing here? What about work? What about Chris?" You ask suddenly.

"Relax," he says softly his thumb caressing the back of your hand. "you're going to hurt yourself if you keep worrying. Bobby understands, told me to stay with you. Chris is fine. He's at school and then Carla is going to get him. And I'm going to stay here with you."

"Okay." You smile looking over at him. "Eddie.." you whisper a minute later.

"Yeah?" He asks.

"Come here." He stands up and walks closer to you, leaning down to be able to hear you. What he doesn't expect is for you to wrap a hand around the back of his neck and pull his lips to yours. Not that he's complaining. He's not at all. He's just shocked. He never would have expected you felt the same way.

"Thank you." You whisper after pulling away from his lips. "For staying with me."

"Always." He smiles.

"Y/n!" Christopher exclaims coming into your room. "Hey!" You exclaim sitting up to see him better but wincing in the process. "Careful." Eddie chastises you. You just glare at him before turning back to his son. "What are you doing here, buddy?" You ask as he reaches you. "I came to see you. The team and I made cards." He explains. "Yeah?" You ask and he holds up a stack of paper cards. You try not to laugh at the sass he inherited from his father. "Here, why don't you hop up here so you can show me?"

He does just that. Carefully maneuvering his way onto your hospital bed. He sits next to you and flips through each card. Finally you get to his, it's a card with a drawing of you on the front. You and him and Eddie. Your heart melts as the boy shows you this. He opens the card to reveal a message he wrote

Get well soon y/n. We miss you.

P.s. my dad is in love with you

You can't help but laugh at the message inside. "Thanks, Chris." You smile before looking over to Eddie. He has the biggest smile on his face watching you entertain his son. He doesn't think he could fall any more in love with you.

"You should be at home with Chris." You complain as Eddie helps you into your apartment. "Chris is fine. He's at home with Carla." He says unlocking your door and walking through the door. "I'm fine, Eddie. I can take care of myself." He only gives me his sassy look to which you roll your eyes. "You can't stand by yourself or walk up the stairs. How exactly do you plan to take care of yourself?" He asks. "I can take care of myself just fine, Diaz." You insist with sass of your own. "Just...let me take care of you, okay? You could have died." He sighs. "Okay." You smile as he helps you into your bed.

"Are you hungry?" He asks

"There's no way in hell I'm letting you cook for me Diaz. I'm not getting food poisoning." He just flares at you. "I'm fine, Eddie. Just...lay with me?"

"Whatever you want." He smiles climbing into bed next to you, wrapping an arm around you.

[slippinninque]

Winter With Fontaine

The feeling of your finger tips dusting cinnamon and sugar away from his lips is just as addictive as all the sweets you make. He also takes his baking assistant duties very seriously, everything must be tasted.

Despite the chill that overtook most during the winter season, he was shocked to see you get a near boost from it.

He loves the excuse to put his cold hands beneath your big-ass sweaters, holding onto you as you squirm and squeal.

Helping you deliver scarves, hats, and socks that you've begun knitting/gathering up to those who need them. Fontaine discovered that he likes giving gifts to the elderly the most.

Winter used to be bad for him. Cooped up in his darkened home, kept at bay from his only family by a single door. Cold from the drafts he never bothered to fix. Now he is excited because your home has become a winter time oasis, filled with warmth and new beginnings.

_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-

He woke to the feeling of your icy little feet sliding back into bed. He tucked closer, pressing his face against the softness of your breasts and inhaling the warm vanilla. He curled up and around you, throwing a leg over for good measure.

"Who said you could leave the bed?" He could feel you laughing as your arms came around him, "You took my heat, woman."

Your answer was to pepper his face with slow, soft kisses until the frown on his face turned into a sleepy pout.

In this little wonderful space of calm, the sounds of rain and wind dancing outside his window, Fontaine hoped you knew he loved you before slipping back into sleep beneath your lips.

.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.

"You're still laughing."

"I have been sitting here in literal silence."

"I see it in your eyes."

A snicker rocketed out of Fontaine's mouth and your whined, trying to move away from where he was so tenderly disinfecting your knees.

"Don't be like that, I fell too, baby!"

"Yeah, 'cause yo' ass was laughing so hard at me!"

There you were, trying to mind your business and be a good girlfriend to take out the trash! Then an ice patch purposefully formed right in front of your trash can.

One minute you were admiring the frosted branches, the next you were on your stomach Family Guy Style both of your knees on fire. Before you could clear your dizzy, you heard a terrible yelp and the ground near you shook as the love of your life slipped and fell right onto his ass.

And here he was again, laughing again in your face. You tried to repress the urge, but the memory of seeing Fontaine lift his head and look around as if he were pushed...

You curled in on yourself, holding in your snickers as best as you could.

"I should be the one up on the sink, g'damnit. Fell all on by back an' shit, trying to make sure yo' lil' ass was okay." Fontaine shook his head and went back to dabbing your knees.

"You did fall kinda hard, didn't you?" You straightened back up with a sigh, "How fast were you walking down the stairs, anyhow? You should know better when it's icy like that."

Fontaine's head tilted to the side and he stared up at you so miffed that you lost it again. He slapped on the band-aids and began packing up the first aid kit, only adding to your amusement.

"My black ass was only out there 'case someone just had to take out the trash! What do I tell you?"

After tossing the first-aid kit beneath the sink, he put his hands on either side of you. All trace of humor has left his face and to anyone else, he would have appeared thunderous.

You hopped off the sink to go toe-to-toe with him, wearing your own sneer.

"I couldn't leave it, I was the last one to stuff something in it!"

"What do I tell you, woman?"

Fontaine was now nose to nose with you. The sudden eye contact was going to trigger your giggle and the fucker knew that was the only way he could win.

"You claim...that bad things happen when I take out the trash."

"You got chased twice. By the same racoon, mind you."

You took a deep breath to extinguish your laugh, hiding your smile behind a dramatic frown.

"Way to bring up my trauma. Why don't ya just tell me to stay in the kitchen and make sandwiches while you're at it?!"

Fontaine's expression rippled, you nearly had him, "Women ain't supposed to take out the trash, I been told you that. It's bad luck!"

Your expression slipped at his theatrics and you couldn't catch it. Fontaine broke quickly after with a snort. Your own chuckles flowed out and you eventually admitted,

"I was scared of that raccoon, though. That's why I only take the trash out in the daytime now."

Ever the gentleman, Fontaine turned away but you could still see the bastard's shoulders trembling in the mirror.

"Baby, if you could have heard the-the way you said--

You already knew what he was going to bring up your panicked cry of old and you confirmed,

"It came straight at me!"

Fontaine laughed. Folding over you so you both leaned against the sink. You laughing into his crewneck, unable to stop yourself from hugging him. If he laughed like this every day, you'd get chased down by every raccoon in the Glen

In there, that small upstairs bathroom with the loose tile, with the snow falling steadily on the world outside, you understood devotion.

-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.

Together you sat on the front porch of your home. It was getting rather chilly, but Junebug insisted that you 'witness greatness'.

"Our block's kids got winter beef with the kids a few blocks over, 'specially with Maeve's boys." You explained to Fontaine who only got up to make more hot chocolate.

It was rather great, though. Once school was let out, it was like a great battle of old. Next Block Kids vs. June n' Da Gang. Snowballs and kiddie curses went flying, but by the time Fontaine returned with enough hot chocolate for a hockey team--a truce was reached.

You passed out the mugs together, enjoying the sounds of the tired but delighted little warriors that defended your home turf. Fontaine tucked you closer to him, pressing a kiss to your temple.

He looked as happy as you felt, watching as one of Junebug's friends gleefully broke the peace treaty by shoving snow down one of Maeve's boys pants.

-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-

end notes: thank you for reading! I needed to get this out to make room for my other fics lmao.

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[moodymisty]

Hi! Hope you're having a great day! Is it ok to ask for some of your NSFW headcannons for shower sex with the horsemen? (Did not see this in your kink list so apologies if it's not up your alley!)

[ 𝕸𝖔𝖔𝖉𝖞𝕸𝖎𝖘𝖙𝖞'𝖘 𝕸𝖆𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖑𝖎𝖘𝖙 | 𝕬𝖔3 ]

Author's Note: Don't worry my friend, this IS right up my alley. Sorry this took a minute to post, I've been trying to work my way through the backlog. Hope this is close enough to what you wanted, despite it being something I am totally on board for it stumped me for awhile for some reason.

Relationships: Death/Fem!Reader, War/Fem!Reader, Fury/Fem!Reader, Strife/Fem!Reader

Warnings: NSFW but not crazy explicit, Shower sex, I knew if i got too detailed this would be like a novel of a post so, Give the stank man Death a bath

✦ War ✦

Honestly, it's a miracle you even got this big angry Nephilim into the shower to begin with.

Not necessarily that he doesn't want to, but he might just, not fit. Though he fits even worse in a bathtub, if at all. Fitting War anywhere meant for humans is a logistical nightmare, honestly.

If you do manage to get him inside, his white hair is soaked, sticking to his shoulders and face.

He looks so unhappy when he first gets in, but you know by now that it's a combination of his default expression, and that War is a stuffy Nephilim who refuses to let himself just enjoy things. Ruffling his hair doesn't help. A kiss will help that though.

Claustrophobic. But a good kind. War's a big guy who tends to monopolize the spaces he's in, and this is no exception. It's going to be hard to not have skin on skin contact at all times. You don't mind it but War's a little more, shy.

Took a lot of convincing. But now that he realizes it's not all bad, he regrets being so hesitant. Turns out he really enjoys feeling your wet skin on his. And it's nice to feel have all of his armor off, he oftentimes keeps pieces of it on no matter what's happening.

Now tends to linger nearby when you mention you're going to take a shower in the hopes you'll ask him to join you.

✦ Strife ✦

Strife actually sneaks in, the first time.

You've extended the invitation for him to bathe with you before, and he always joked you off; Mostly his own self doubt preventing him and all of his scars being so visible. Strife is all for fun and games until the mask actually has to come off. Both literally and figuratively.

He almost scares you out of your mind when he does; Strife can be surprisingly quiet when he wants to be. Especially out of his armor.

His normally spiky hair is instantly wet and flat. He steals a kiss before you can ever comment about it.

He's all jokes, what you'd usually expect from Strife. Likes to pick you up and pretend to almost drop you, pinch you, nip at you with his sharp teeth.

Since it's not the usual sort of romantic scenario, he gets a little more rambunctious than usual. You'll end up coming out of the shower clean, but also completely frazzled out of your wits.

✦ Fury ✦

After a quick lesson in which she learns that a shower is basically a waterfall with extra steps, Fury is on board. Until you joke about her hair being 'put out' like fire that is.

Showers go from 15 minutes to like two hours, whenever she's involved. Not that you're complaining, unless the water starts getting cold. And even then it's a struggle to get her to relent on anything.

Versus the others where you're the one with the idea to have sex, Fury is actually the one to take the initiative.

Hard not to be convinced when you feel her put her arms over your shoulders from behind and say something that would probably make an angel drop dead.

Fury knows what she's good at for sure, and it's hard to not instantly fall for her confidence. If you didn't already have it on the mind, well you do now.

Needless to say if her makeup wasn't already off, it's all over your face by the time you get out of the shower. You end up having to wash again just to get it off. Inconvenient waste of water, but well worth it. She finds it hilarious.

✦ Death ✦

For Death it's less so a fun romp, and more so intimate.

The stars have to all be aligned in order for him to join you, but when he does you know you're in for a rare treat. It's not often he lets his guard down, even with you.

One of his favorite moments in time with you is when you fist helped wash his hair, and he's had a fondness for similar things ever since.

There's a gentleness about it all; A vulnerability. Death feels selfish for wanting it but, he can't help being greedy. He likes the feeling of your hands tightening on his shoulders as he holds you, or presses you against the wall.

So unlike Strife where he's all jokes, Death takes this moment very seriously. It's almost, intimidating.

Also the lights are off. Every time. Death doesn't want you to see his facade cracking, so he bathes the room in pitch black. Don't worry, he'll never let you fall.

it also makes every feeling so much more intense, and Death enjoys the sounds of surprise you make whenever he touches you somewhere you weren't expecting.

[alicepao13]

Hudson and Rex S02E16 - Flare of the Dog

Ah. Title puns. Okay, fine, that's decent, in my opinion anyway. What a good episode, though. I'm a fan of whump. Did I mention that?

"You know that real cops drink their coffee black". You've only had lattes all season, what the fuck???

Jesse is once again manning the office on his own. I hope they're paying him some overtime at least.

If you actually pause the screen when the arsonist is ready to throw the Molotov cocktail, then it's case closed.

RIP Charlie Hudson.

What do you mean, he got away without a scratch (and a busted ankle)? That blew up on his face! Oh, I know. Rex's tongue has healing properties.

I'll take your word for it, Joe. Since we didn't see it at all.

Dude expects to be instantly fine after that. Again, you're lucky you have your face intact.

Why no Sarah, by the way?

Um, are you serious? He just woke up.

I imagine it was the part where you told him to shake it off. Make up your mind, Donovan.

That might be the most thirsting anyone has ever done in this show.

Bud's wife is so sweet. And the scene is so sad.

That's putting it mildly, actually.

A firefighter who appears for the first time in an arson case AND flirts with Sarah? Yeah, who else could have done it? This is how I mostly find the culprit now. Through extensive experience in crime show plots.

"This is a secure area. I'm gonna have to ask you to leave". We are the police, Miss Red Herring.

We're stealing brownies now. Rex and Charlie are so bored.

Nurse: "Looks like you're diagnosed with lateral malingus". Charlie: "Malleolus". Nurse: "Yeah. Mallegolus. Magolus". I'd be feeling so safe in that hospital after this.

You wish. They're actually from the guy who tried to murder you. Charlie's disappointed "Ah" after that is closer to "ew".

Rex, my favorite judge of character. Except for that one time with Eva, although I believe they said that he was drawn to her because she was sick and he could sense it? Something like that.

Rex: What is your wannabe murderer doing in your hospital room and flirting with my wannabe mom, and also can I bite him?

Charlie: *notices the flirty vibe* I was literally gone for like half a day, what the fuck happened?

Oh I forgot that Joe's shotgun survived until S2 apparently. Might not be the same one, though.

Show, don't tell. In what way, shape, or form has that been showcased so far?

Jesse: [Charlie] would agree that this is a Bible verse. Charlie: I'm guessing it's an acronym. Oof. Tough loss.

IMHO means in my humble opinion? Not in my honest opinion?

It won't hurt you to sit your ass down for a few days. Or, well, it will, but it won't be the rest. Just the murderous psycho.

That's cute.

Good news, Jesse. You get to interview someone.

Oh, he's totally doing this on purpose.

*Charlie sees Sarah's caller ID* Charlie: Hey Sarah ☺️☺️☺️ Rex: ☺️☺️☺️ Sarah: I'm here with *longest pause ever* Asher. Charlie: 🙄🙄🙄 Rex: 😠😠😠

"Maybe the police should stick to investigating and the fire department should stick to inspections". Yeah, I bet you'd love that, Charlie. Jeez, the jealousy.

Charlie: Rex lost a partner. Rex: Don't tell my tragic backstory to him!

I think I can see the makeup cover work for John Reardon's arm tattoo.

Jesse: "This is nice. You know, you and I just figuring stuff out together. I like playing the Charlie". Sarah: "I'm the Charlie in this situation". lol. Also, what was it with that look, Jesse?

And now the mafia is involved.

"You could take Rex". Subtle way to get your partner to look out for the woman you like.

Listen, I might be making some shit up but I'm not making this up.

I'd say it actually looks pretty bad but given the very bad makeup work I've seen lately on 911 that should be better than this show, I'll just say this: Either get your actors to agree not to get tattoos in easily visible places or work the tattoo into the story, which is the normal thing to do. There's nothing in Charlie's backstory that suggests he'd never get a tattoo so I don't see what the problem was, and they eventually did it anyway.

"I'm gonna get all the head rubs I can before that guy runs away with my mom."

They took our case! Oh, well, we'll still investigate.

Drama queen Charlie Hudson, everyone.

She declared St.John's to be in a state of emergency for that? Just for that?

Okay, seriously, the "special police" sounds ridiculous. I hope that's not actually a thing, Canada.

Jesse: "And this is where I remind you that every time I go out in the field, something bad happens. I've been shot! I've been drowned!" This is actually a level of awareness that most crime show characters are incapable of displaying. Including Charlie.

"Our greatest weapon is Rex and Rex runs on snacks" lol

Jesse: Rex track! Charlie: Not now, Jesse. Rex: Rex don't track?

You know, yay for the whump and all, but I'm not a foot fetishist and we've seen Charlie's feet get too much screentime.

What's he looking at? God?

Charlie is in danger! *cut to commercial*

Jesse: I'm the Charlie. Rex: Fuck this, I'll just solve the case like I usually do anyway.

I like that in the scene where Sarah realizes Asher is the arsonist, one of our classic background tracks is playing and right on the moment she comes to the realization, it abruptly stops. It's the little things.

Oh, yeah, we're fucked.

Delicious. Finally some good fucking whump.

Asher: "Stop, Charlie. It won't do you any good". Well, he'll die for sure if he doesn't try so it won't do him any bad either.

Ouch. One with the floor.

"I'll toast at your funeral, Charlie". Motherfucker, up until that point you hadn't reached piece-of-shit levels because I've seen too many villains but after that, I wanted to watch you die.

"I'll take care of Rex for you". Like anyone would let you. I half expected him to say "and Sarah".

Sad AU where the reveal didn't happen, Charlie was killed and no one suspected Asher. Asher and Sarah started dating, Sarah adopted Rex, who of course never warmed up to Asher but he brushed it aside as, "he's just missing his partner and he thinks I'm replacing him in some way," which to Sarah doesn't even make sense, because she didn't know that Charlie liked her but Asher had realized it the minute he had stepped into that hospital room. Time goes by, and Sarah is noticing more and more things about Asher that don't add up, odd phone calls, smoke smell when he's not on duty, and such. She goes to Joe to share her suspicions and along with Jesse, they quietly reopen the investigation. The truth is, of course, shocking. That man had been to Charlie's funeral, had dated Sarah for months. There is no good ending, I mean, how could there be in this case? After arresting Asher, he tells Sarah that he's certain Charlie had a thing for her, which makes her feel even worse. Then Sarah goes to his grave with Rex and tells Charlie that they finally got his killer. But even as she tells him, she can't stop thinking of all the times that she'd gone to Charlie's grave with flowers and Asher had insisted on accompanying her and Rex, Rex's low growls and whines every time Asher went with them, and she now knew it was because Rex could tell: Asher had been practically dancing on Charlie's grave. [Sorry about that.]

Oh, I enjoyed Jesse whacking him. It wasn't much but it was something.

And closing the episode by making friends at the fire department and making Rex an honorary firefighter.

We literally never saw them again.

Aside from everything else, I also liked how the rest of the team took up roles that they don't usually do when Charlie was incapacitated. That was fun to see.

[redrobin-detective]

the things we lost to the ice

It didn't quite sink in until Gunter put on the crown and became an Ice... something that it was all over. He was back as himself, with his body and brain and awkward personality, permanently. It didn't feel like last time, like each breath was bringing him closer to his last. Simon was also somehow back in his old favorite suit, with its worn elbows and his glasses clean and unbroken. He even couldn't feel the crown whispering in the back of his mind anymore. It was as GOLB had taken him back to just moments before he'd worn the crown for the first time, intending to tease Betty.

Oh Betty.

"Hey so uh, who are you?" Simon looked up from the rock Marcy had set him on to see Flame Princess staring at him curiously. Right she was... literally made of fire. He knew that, Simon blinked. Wait he did actually, his brain retained lots of facts about Ooo and it's people. It was his or, well, Ice King's personal experiences that felt fuzzy. "Because you came out of the GOLB thing together with Finn but I've never seen you before. Marceline seemed to know you though." She tilted her head and frowned, "Finn told me he was the last human, was that another lie?"

"Get away from him!" He heard Marcy screech as she rocketed over from where she'd been talking to Bubblegum and some other candy people. Her arm wrapped protectively around him, her sharp nails digging into his clothes and her batlike face pressed against his own. Her skin was cold like death. He hated how he tensed with instinctual fear at having a predator so close. This was his Marcy, his precious little girl. She was different than he remembered but she loved him, she wouldn't hurt him. He clenched his fists so they didn't shake.

"Hey Marcy! Don't worry, F.P. is cool!" Finn shouted, galloping over with a big grin on his face. "Oh man, so much just happened but Simon are you back-back, like for realsies? That is so math!" Finn hug tackled him and Marcy.

"Still waiting on an explanation," Flame Princess grumbled.

"So she actually got you free, how joyous," Magic Man -no, Normal Man- said with a small smile but his eyes were sharp. "I suppose the power of GOLB is the only thing strong enough to undo elemental wish magic. Congratulations, Ice King, welcome back to reality."

"Wait Ice King?" Flame Princess gaped and Simon realized that -with the major world ending threat neutralized - they were now the center of attention. It's only just occurring to him that his window to divorce himself completely from Ice King and pretend he was someone else was about to close forever. Just like the chance to hold Betty in his arms again.

"Yea!" Finn explained, wrenching around to address Flame Princess and gagging Simon by putting him in a headlock. "It's a long story -seriously long, he's like over a thousand years old or something- but Simon put on the crown only he didn't know it was hecka cursed. It possessed him and piloted his body like a meat puppet, turning him into Ice King and made him act all Banaynay."

"It took him a while for him to become Ice King though," Marcy said, shifting Simon slightly out of Finn's grip so she was hugging him from behind with her chin propped on his head. "He rescued me when I little before I was bit by the Vampire King. Simon took care of me after the world ended, he even showed me the basics of playing guitar." She nuzzled him and gave him a gentle squeeze, "I missed you so much, you have no idea."

"I missed you too, Sweet Girl," he murmured back. He'd been here the whole time but at the same time, been very far away. There's hazy memories of this older Marceline, her songs echoing somewhere in his head. Mostly he remembers her frowning over whatever crazy thing Ice King had been doing at the time.

"Whoa, you taught Marcy! I had no idea you were so musical," Finn shouted before looking thoughtful. "Well I guess IK used to play on his drums or his keyboard a lot now that I think about it." He smiled, a goofy teenage smile despite the missing teeth and scars from numerous adventures. "I guess you weren't totally gone."

"It doesn't justify the constant harassment and kidnapping of innocent Princesses," Bubblegum said primly.

"Bonnibel," Marcy growled.

"But I'm willing to forgive past grievances so long as it doesn't happen again. You are, after all, practically a new man." Bubblegum noted. "I presume it was born out of subconscious desire to find Betty again, the crown fixating on that desperation for love. Of course, Betty is gone now so it's all rather a moot point, isn't it?"

"Bonnie, seriously, now is not the time," Marcy warned. The fresh reminder of Betty's sacrifice, the permanence of it hit him again. Insanity had overwhelmed his depression and loneliness and loss of identity, redirected it. Now nothing could distract him from that sucking chest wound of loss threatening to consume him.

"Uhhh hey Simon!" Finn interrupted with a manic smile. "Can't wait to learn all about human stuff from you! I bet you can even teach the Islanders a thing or two, pretty sure they've forgotten what it's like to be human. But you know all sorts of humany stuff I bet. It's gonna be awesome learning where I come from." Good lord, was someone going to love and support this beautiful child or was it up to him again?

Finn reached out with his remaining hand and grabbed one of Simon's own, lacing them together. Simon jolted and looked at their conjoined hands before spreading their palms and fingers together. His pinky finger only met empty air.

"Oh my god Finn, have you only ever had four fingers?" He balked. Ice King's memories weren't that reliable, he couldn't actually recall.

"Don't you mean glob and uh yeah, that's the normal amount I think," Finn shrugged, squinting at Simon's pinky. "What do you need that extra one for anyhow? Does it have special powers or something?"

"Yeah, I always thought that was weird," Jake said from somewhere behind Finn. "Marcy has an extra one too, figured it was just how things were before the Mushroom War."

"It was actually a nuclear holocaust that wiped out pretty much all life on earth and mutated the rest beyond recognition but sure," Simon said with a hysterical edge in his voice as the weight of his situation pressed down on him.

He was a thousand years removed from the world he knew, a world that now only existed as ruins or twisted, funhouse mirror replicas. Simon was totally alone, the only person who remembered the way things were before. Marcy was here but she'd made the journey through time naturally, she'd adapted and likely forgotten. He no longer had magic and, without it, he wouldn't be allowed into Wizard City. The Ice Kingdom was now Gunter's and the humans of the future have changed in ways he could hardly recognize.

Sometimes the past is a different country, sometimes it's a black hole taking everything down with it.

"Hey dude, you've probably gotta use the bathroom like super bad," Jake said as he broke through the crowd. He gently manhandled Simon away from the well meaning arms of people who were both dear loved ones and strangers all at once. "You haven't whizzed as yourself in like a million years, we better find a place to get your man biz done."

"Wait but-" Marcy said reaching out but Bubblegum grabbed her hand and pulled her away. The rest of the onlookers slowly backed off, going back to the post fight cleanup. As Jake led him away, he made brief eye contact with Normal Man who'd once been a magical god and was now just a man. Simon would probably have out and out collapsed if Jake wasn't steadying him.

"Look, we're just gonna walk away and when we round this corner where no one can see, I'll leave you alone to do whatever you need to do." Jake soothed. "I can hold off Marcy and Finn for maybe 10 minutes, 12 tops. You focus on your breathing and if you gotta hurl, just do it, holding it in jacks you all up." He lowered Simon to the ground once they were out of sight. Simon immediately went into the fetal position.

"You're good at this," Simon noted even as the stress and panic and misery washed over him. He pushed his glasses up into his hair and buried his face in his knees. Jake rubbed his shoulders, it felt good, grounding.

"I've talked Finn through a lot of these episodes before, the kid's been through a lot. You have that in common. You and Finn might have some different physical traits but you're both human. You just had a lot of junk thrown at you so you don't need to figure it all out now. That's what the rest of your life is for. I'll keep the worry squad off your back as long as I can. Take it easy, Simon but, either way, you gotta take it."

Jake went back to the crowd leaving only his wisdom. He was right, no matter how miserable or overjoyed he was over the circumstances, this is the way the dice fell. He had no choice but to take it, to use Betty's sacrifice on his behalf to do whatever he wanted with his remaining time. And he was mortal now, time affected him once more so he had to learn quick.

He had no idea what he would do or even who this new Simon Petrikov, PhD student and aspiring antiquarian was. Just being able to think coherently and regulate his words and actions was a strange miracle he hadn't fully digested yet. Things would be okay, he would be happy once more but, for now, he thought it was okay to sit here in the dirt and cry for everything he'd lost to the ice.

[isekai-crow]

The Witch and the Beast / Majo to Yajuu Episode 1

Overall Score So Far: 9/10

WE'VE GOT A HOTTIE LINE UP OF ALL GENDERS!!

Guideau on the left, Ashaf in the middle, and Genderless Hottie on the right :3

HOW ARE THEY ALL SO PRETTY.

Anime, now with more CROW BAIT. This time it's literal!! :D

OF COURSE the Goth With The Coffin on his back can use CROW MAGIC. AHHHHHHH.

Also, Guys. You guys. Fucking TOSHIYUKI MORIKAWA is voicing Ashaf.

THE VOICE OF SEPHIROTH. GRIFFITH FROM BERSERK. DANTE FROM DEVIL MAY CRY. TYKI FROM D. Gray Man. We get THE KING OF THE DARK AND BROODY SEXY MAN VOICE.

And Guideau is voice by Taichi, You - Jousuke from JoJo, Suphia from TenSura, Saya from Dead Mount Death Play, and Dorothy from Princess Principal!! A great rough and tumble voice perfect for Guideau. (1st Epi Spoiler: I can't tell if she's voicing Guideau's true form.)

More Episode 1 Spoilers Below!

I don't really know what I was expecting except for Hot Goth Dude with a Coffin Boyfriend, and a badass punch-em-up beauty with a nasty mouth from the PV on youtube, but that's what I got and more, and I am so very pleased about it.

I was SO EXCITED ABOUT THE CROWS YOU HAVE NO IDEA. Hottie Mage whips out a spell covered arms and MY BABIES ARE BURSTING FORTH IN A MURDER OF ADORABLE!!! I might have woken up Capybara's deaf elderly neighbors in my excitement.

What I was not expecting was a giant Zom 100 Shark to show up in the middle of the city lmfao.

Zom 100 Zombie shark on the left and Big Buff Giant Shark Dude on the right.

It's just a dude whose turned himself into a shark with magic, who immediately gets dispelled by a witch, and that THIS IS A NORMAL OCCURANCE??? People are like, oh noooo, there's a giant shark, Ione will deal with iiiiit, no worriesssss.

The implications this gives of a mixed soft/hard magic system tho.

I'm really looking forward to learning (or maybe not learning and discovering through negative space) the rules that don't get broken (which is necessary for a magic system), but also hope that they'll be playing hard and fast with what's possible. Cause seriously, wtf is this shark. Delightful, lol.

They mind games played with "Are Witches Bad or Not?" in this episode is fun, because as a viewer going in blind, we could have had some lawful good protagonists or we could have had some chaotic anti-heros, and I would have accepted either outcome. We kind of get both and that's even better!

Trying to include a speech about the morals of getting revenge with Ione as she tries to justify her actions for removing the lock on her grandmother was interesting, but I'm still not sure if her Grandma was the one to cause the fire and people 300 years ago killed her, or if her getting blamed for the fires and then killed just so happened to lock the fire away, but either way...

Along with this I'm not surprised by the coven of would-be witch's nor the attempts by them to claim that witches aren't bad, "you're just like everyone else," when you can tell from the art that the stereotypes in this world hold weight, lol.

However, I don't know WHY I was surprised by said witches getting their hands and feet removed as part of a ritual summoning of hellfire.

How... how is there not blood E V E R Y W H E R E ??!!?? Some heavy duty arteries have been cut, yo. I guess there kind of is but there should be MORE.

Ashaf finally figures out what's going on and gives in to Guideau, letting her go wild, and HELL YES I love it when we get a beast gremlin on a rampage!

Witch Laser Beams! Sure!

I also LOVE when Characters get the shit beat out of them and then Keep. Standing. Up.

The very purposeful listing of the two ways to lift a Witch's spell at the very beginning of the show, True Love's Kiss or A Change of Heart),was such a great Chekhov's Gun that I knew there was probably going to be another (secret) way to deal with it.

Fuck yea, angry kiss!! Let Guideau feast on your soul!!

But the most surprising thing that has me fully on board and ready to rock and roll is Coffin Boyfriend.

What gender is Coffin Boyfriend? We don't know.

However.

Coffin Boyfriend is not a third character like I initially expected.

Coffin Boyfriend is Mother Fucking Guideau Y'all.

Everything makes so much sense now. Ashaf carries coffin boyfriend's true body around in his backpack like it's no big thing.

And Guideau, with all that rage packed into a tiny little body, has to go around kissing witches to switch from her current body back to the original to then proceed to beat the shit out of said witch.

I fucking here for this. I'm so hype.

Hot Bois, Crows, Body/Gender Swaps, Witch and Magic Fuckery. I'm here for it all, y'all.

(I might even go read ahead in the manga for this one cause OH MY GOD MANGA ASHAF IS ALSO VERY GOOD)

This ART STYLE.

But also... Chrollo? Is that you?

Ashaf on the left, Chrollo Lucilfer from Hunter X Hunter on the right.

I love this. I love their vibe. After Apothecary Diaries, this might just end up being my favorite this season. I'll save that judgement for a few more episodes in though.

ep2 ep3 ep4 ep5 ep6 <- these will eventually become links

[revengemicrowave]

more fantasyAU doodles :> I think I'll do a more fantasy-themed roboarm at some point, but tbh I don't want to change it too much haha

I have also made him look like way too young... apparently this is my default for Chai because it keeps happening. He is baby.

Some story bits under the cut :d (I want to write a fic but augh everything takes so much time lately)

Chai aspired to become a famous mage since he was small, but never displayed an affinity for any element. In his twenties and well past enrolment age, he works for a curiosity trader in town, longing to embark on a grand adventure with a party as their bard, like in great tales of yore.

However, his right arm has suffered nerve damage since birth, and while he can just about hold a tankard, the tremors from the effort make playing a stringed instrument impossible.

While minding the shop, Chai accidentally knocks over and releases a caged spirit called Hibiki in an explosion that takes his right arm. Hibiki cannot live in the human world without a host, and Chai is rapidly losing blood, so the two form a pact.

Hibiki heals him, though it can only speed up what is natural. In this world, enchanted limb replacement is fairly common, and the craftsman thankfully doesn't ask what happened or why his heart glows.

Soon after, Chai notices bits of metal keep getting stuck to him. Then an iron ladle scuttles along the floor after him, and he sticks to the door handle trying to go into the tavern. He discovers that he does have an affinity after all - magnesis. An incredibly rare offshoot of lightning affinity, it requires two functioning limbs to polarise the wielder and use effectively (feet could work, but Chai didn't think to try that, he figured he'd be fire affinity because it's cool).

He literally just falls into Peppermint's party during a tavern brawl, overhears them mention a dragon and then he won't leave. But Pepp concedes when he shows off the huge spike of metal he can form and wield like a lance. She reasons a 20ft metal spike would be pretty good for, for example, killing a dragon. Hypothetically. If they needed to, for any reason.

808 is a witch's familiar. Or a witch that got stuck as a cat, or a ghostcat, or a spirit. No one is really sure, but the hat is cute.

[shipperoffanonships]

Here ya go, peeps.

Title: When Anger Rises

Fandom: Criminal Minds

TW: Graphic depiction of torture.

"When anger rises, think of the consequences."

-Confucius

"Julia Warren. Twenty years old, working student at McDonald's. Roommate reported her missing at August fifth, body found three days later. Heads up, guys. This is,,,"

A picture of a young woman, eyeless, filled the screen. Spencer, who was facing the screen, paled. Emily sucked air between her teeth, swearing viciously under her breath.

"What happened?" Morgan asked.

"It looks like she literally clawed her eyes out. Look at the scars around her eye sockets. Jagged, as if fingernails instead of a sharp object was used to remove it. And there's the scratches around the eye sockets." Spencer said.

"That's not all." JJ continued. "Eighteen hours ago another woman went missing. Elain Mavis, also twenty years old. Her girlfriend said she was supposed to be home by six, never made it home."

"Let me guess: Working student." Rossi said. "How long does the Unsub keep them?" 

"No more than three days." 

"Which means we have two-and-a-half days to find and rescue Mavis and catch the Unsub." Hotch said. "Wheels up in twenty."

"Well, one thing is for certain," Emily remarked as she and Morgan studied the corpse. "the pictures don't do this justice. Reid was right: nail marks around the eyes from where she clawed her eyes out. "

"Most likely caused by whatever she saw under the influence of numerous LSDs. Look at the toxicology reports. A mix of LSDs were found in the victim's bloodstream."

"Wait," Emily said, "if the victim clawed her eyes out, doesn't that indicate that she's free? Why-" Just then her phone rang. Reid.

"Yeah? All right, on our way."

"Who was that?" Morgan asked.

"Reid. The police found Mavis."

"We are looking for a white male, probably in his forties, "Hotch began, "and based on how clean each crime scene is, it's most likely he had long mastered his craft. He knows how to wipe clean every place where he does his torturing and murder."

"Due to the levels of the multiple LSDs on the victim, it is clear that the Unsub has a vast array of knowledge in chemistry and have easy access of any psychedelics." Spencer added.

"He ix meticulous, has a lot of time in his hands to learn more of his...art." JJ finished.

"Hello, my lovelies. Tech Analyst Garcia here. Ask and ye shall receive." Garcia said.

"Garcia, I need you to pull out records of any employees that have been fired in Newhaven General Hospital." Morgan said. "Narrow the search to 'laboratory' and go back a least two to three years."

"Okey-doke. Let's see... Huh, Newhaven must be a very good hospital. Based on your specifications, the list I have contains no more than ten employees. And since I love you, I did the initiative and searched for the naughty ones. Peter Davis, forty-three years old fired six months ago for violent misconduct and theft of drugs most of which are, you guessed it, LSDs."

"Thanks, baby girl." Morgan  replied, then to the team. "Garcia found our Unsub."

"Remember," Hotch warned, "Davis is armed and dangerous, and he might be with Williams. Reid, JJ, you two take point. Morgan and Prentiss, you cover the back. Dave and I will search the rest of the area. Go."

Spencer kicked the door open, JJ right behind him.

"FBI!" Spencer yelled. "Davis and Williams, if you're here, you're surrounded." Silence. Just then Emily rounded the corner. 

"Where's Morgan?" Spencer asked. 

"He-" 

"Guys, I got movement." JJ interrupted, before running upstairs, Spencer and Emily following suit. A yelp, and JJ vanished.

"Jen!" Spencer shouted, then froze. JJ was held against Davis, a gun pressed to her side while a knife threatened to cut her carotid.

"Drop it." Davis snarled. Emily skidded to a halt beside Spencer, gun out.

"Drop it!" Davis repeated. Spencer's hands trembled, but JJ shook her head.

"It's all right." She whispered. "Do what he says." 

Growling, Spencer complied, Emily joining him. Still holding JJ, Davis backed up in a room and vanished.

JJ woke up to a massive headache. And apparently chained to a stone slab, barefoot and (much to her horror) was wearing only her tank top, her dress shirt nowhere to be found ,  The room was dark, and she was shivering. Before her eyes could adjust to the darkness, the door of wherever she was opened, and she groaned

"Where am I?" The blonde asked as she saw who entered. He was pushing a cart, the contents rattling.

"Peter Davis, I presume?" JJ said, but met with silence. Rude. The stone table elevated as Davis pressed something underneath, bringing JJ to eye level with the tray. Her eyes widened as she saw the contents: Vials and syringes.

"Do you know what these do, Agent Jareau?" 

"Well, it certainly made Julia Warren and Elain Davis rip their eyes out so I'm guessing nothing good." JJ said. 

"Reactions differ but..." Davis grabbed her arm, before plunging the needle none too gently.

Davis wasn't even out of the door when JJ began screaming.

Emily paced her hotel room, seething. She hated it. Hated it. But Davis was right. Emily was at a disadvantage at that moment. No matter how fast she was, how fast Reid was, Davis was still faster. In a fit of rage she grabbed a pillow and hurled it across the room. Someone knocked then. Still raging inside, she yanked open the door. Anger turned into confusion.

"Reid Why are you here?" Only then did Emily notice the red eyes. 

Then Reid was hugging her, body wracking with sobs.

"Hey, it's okay. I got you." Emily murmured. "I got you." 

The two of them were on Emily's bed, the latter stretched out while Spencer lay down beside her. Subconsciously Emily began to rub circles on the back of Reid's hand with her thumb, a movement that calmed the doctor further.

"We'll find her, Reid. We'll find JJ and bring her home alive."

When Spencer looked up, there was unfathomable, almost terrifying, rage burning in his eyes, but they weren't aimed at Emily.

"But that Unsub won't be."

When JJ came to, she was free. Weird. She looked around her, but Davis was not in sight. Swinging her legs off the table, she unsteadily got to her feet. The latest LSD dose she got made her saw spiders, which surprisingly didn't faze her that much, unlike what she saw on her initial dose. She was in a room, she realized, empty save for the bed she was in, She went for the door and got out. From what she gathered, she must be in either a condominium or apartment building, given the doors. Curiosity taking over, she explored the hallway, She tested each one, finding them locked. When she reached the last door, she found it unlocked. Cautiously she opened it-and froze. In the middle of the rom was Davis, working on a self-made gallows. But it wasn't the device that made JJ's heart stop. It was the person hanging from the noose. Spencer.

"Spence!" JJ shouted, then grunted as she slammed against and invisible barrier. Davis finally took notice of her, and grinned. 

"Good afternoon, Agent Jareau. You're just in time."

"No," JJ stammered, "please, don't. I'll do whatever you want, just please cut him loose."

In answer Davis tightened the noose.

"No, no. Please, don't. Please. PLEASE, DON'T! Please- SPENCE, NO!" JJ screamed as, right before her eyes, Davis kicked the box under Spencer's feet. JJ was sobbing, weakly banging against the partition as Spencer's neck snapped with a brutal crunch-

JJ jolted awake. Just a hallucination, she told herself. Spencer is alive, and the team are looking for you. JJ curled up into a ball, whimpering as the horrible visions filled her mind. The door banged open, and JJ let out a shriek. Davis stood by the doorway, a belt slung around an arm while holding a cattle prod.

"Let's amp up the ante, shall we?"

JJ gasped as the belt struck her spine with a crack, She was now held up an inch off he ground by manacles, the strain of being held aloft for hours starting to take its toll.

"What. Do you want. From me?" The blonde asked, panting through clenched teeth. Another strike, and this time JJ couldn't hold back the cry of pain.

"Do it." Davis hissed. "Beg." 

JJ glared at the man. "Never." 

Wrong answer. JJ screamed as the cattle prod was pressed against her stomach for a good five seconds. 

"Beg for me." 

"Fat chance-" Another round of the cattle prod. Davis went behind her. 

"For your insubordination..." 

Davis jammed the prod against JJ's tailbone, and JJ screamed as she was electrocuted. Without pausing Davis began to strike her between the shoulder blades with the belt. JJ was a mess, babbling incoherently as the excruciating pain threatened to drive her to insanity. Distantly she heard someone pleading, before realizing it was her, begging for mercy that would only come in the form of unconsciousness. Fortunately it did. Davis released her, and JJ fell to the ground, embracing the darkness.

The team finally tracked down Williams, but they couldn't get him to open up.

"Any luck?" Spencer asked Emily, who glared at him. right. 

"Looks like he won't be talking anytime soon." Hotch said, sighing.

"If I may," Spencer began, "I'd like to have a go. I've gone over some history of his and I might be able to use it to my advantage."

So that's why, a few minutes later, Spencer and Williams were facing each other.

"Hi, my name is Dr. Spencer Reid." Spencer said, smiling. "Mind if I ask you a question?"

Williams shrugged.

"All right. I know you've been aske before but, where is Agent Jareau?"

Williams grinned. "Wouldn't you like to know."

"And he speaks." Spencer chuckled. Immediately he dropped the inquisitive facade, giving Williams a condescending smirk.

"You see, Williams,  I figured you out. No, Williams is to formal. May I call you Albert? Maybe Al?" At the second name Williams flinched. Good, Spencer thought. He doesn't like it.

"Right. Like I said, I've figured you out. You think that attacking women, killing them the way you do-which, by the way, is extremely disturbing even by my standards- makes you strong. But that's not the case, Al. If anything, it shows how weak you are."

"Don't say that." Williams snapped.

"Say what, Al? Weak? All right, how about cowardly? You attack women because they are physically weaker than you, they can't fight back. But you see, Al, physical is not the only kind of strength."

"Stop calling me Al!" 

"Why? Did your dear Mummy call you Al?" Spencer sneered. "Huh? Does the woman who loved you just a wee bit much, call you Al? Oh, I know all about it." Spencer said, grinning. "The abuse. Every day for five years? that must have been traumatic. Maybe she tells you "don't worry Al, Mummy's going to take care of you" before touching you? Or maybe when you feel sore after all that soccer practice, maybe she comforts you by saying "Al, baby, let me take care of that'."

"Don't call me Al!" Williams yelled, but there were tears in his eyes.

"Tears? Really? Pathetic." Spencer hissed. "Well, Al, until you tell me what I want, I won't be leaving."

"Stop saying Al!" Williams was sobbing now.

"Then tell me!" Spencer roared, banging his fist on the table as he go right in Williams's face. "Tell me where Agent Jareau is, Al! Where. Is. She?!"

"13TH AND 241H, OKAY?!" Williams screamed.  "They're at an abandoned apartment building, probably one of the rooms."

"Thank you." Spencer said as he stood up, giving Williams a small, cold smile.

Hotch kicked open the door of the fire exit door.

"FBI! Spread out. Check every room." He ordered. They dispersed, and Spencer went for the room to his left. Empty. For a few minutes they searched the entire hallway, but every room was deserted. When they got to the third floor, they heard it: A scream. JJ. 

"JJ!" Emily yelled as she and Spencer raced for the direction. Spencer went ahead, leaving Emily

"Reid! Reid, stop-' 

"He's mine." The doctor snarled, glaring at Emily. He charged ahead, finally reaching the room and bashing it. In the middle of the room, dangling from the ceiling and barely recognizable, was JJ. Davis was behind her, holding a belt Spencer already knew how the blonde was being tortured. Davis looked up, genuinely surprised.

"Ah, I see you found me. Enjoying the view?" 

Spencer stayed silent, instead locking the door and barring it with a table. 

"What are you doing?" Davis was confused now.

"You might think, 'what is this kid doing, trapping himself inside with me?'. But here's the thing, Davis," Spencer said, taking out his gun, "I am trapping you with me." With that he shot Davis in the knees. With a shout of pain Davis fell, the belt flying out of his grasp. Spencer picked it up, studying it. It was soaked in blood. JJ's blood. 

"Oh, we're going to have so much fun." Spencer chuckled. He reared back his arm, before striking Davis's face.

"I bet this is how you treated Agent Jareau." Another strike. "Hmm? Probably a strike here," a hit on the stomach, "or maybe here," a strike to the shoulders, arms, and hands. "Or maybe....here."

Davis screamed a Spencer brought down the belt with all his might between the man's legs. Another. Another.

"Quiet!" Spencer growled as he rolled Davis over with a kick. 

"An eye for an eye, is it not?" Spencer smirked, before whipping Davis's back. Over and over he did this, going harder and faster for a few minutes. He rolled Davis over on his back again. a crack as the belt fell on Davis's face. For five minutes Spencer struck him until JJ's torturer's face was bruised and bloodied. Spencer spied on the table a cattle prod. Picking it up, he made his way back to Davis.

"Open your mouth." Spencer ordered. Davis, delirious, weakly parted his lips.

"Wider." Spencer snarled. When Davis's mouth was wide enough, Spencer jammed the cattle prod between Davis's mouth until it was wedged firmly.

"Rot in hell, you sick fucker." Spencer growled. With that, he flipped the switch. Distantly he can hear the others calling him, but he ignored them and rushed straight for JJ, who was balled up on the floor, trembling and whimpering.

"Jen?" Spencer said. "Jen, can you hear me?"

JJ's head snapped up, then looked away.

"Fake," she mumbled, shaking her head adamantly. "Not real. Not true. GET AWAY FROM ME!" JJ screamed, kicking at Spencer. 

"Reid! Open the door!" Morgan. Spencer finally did before returning to JJ, this time with Emily while the others stayed back.

"JJ! JJ, it's us! It's us!"  Spencer said as he and Emily  tried to grab ahold of JJ, but still the blonde thrashed like a feral cat, almost hitting Emily with her foot.

"Fake!" She yelled. "Not real! All is fake! All is fake! Nothing's real! Not true! Not true, not true, not true..." Finally JJ collapsed in Spencer's arms, sobbing.

"Shh, shh." Spencer murmured. "I got you, love. I got you."

"Here."

Spencer raised his head. Morgan was in front of him, holding a cup.

"Thanks." The doctor murmured, wincing as the the poor quality of the coffee left an unpleasant aftertaste.

"How are you feeling?"

Spencer glared. "I just tortured a man to death. What do you think? Where are the others?"

But Morgan was cut off by a nurse, telling them that JJ was awake. Spencer shot to his feet, so fast he almost dropped his coffee. After saying a quiet 'thank you' to the nurse, he entered JJ's room.

"Jen?" He said. JJ, whose gaze was directed to the ceiling, slid to his. Immediately the look turned wary.

"Are you real?" JJ whispered. "Please tell me: are you real?"

Spencer knelt down beside the bed and, taking JJ's hand, kissed her palm.

"I'm real." Spencer assured his friend. That did it. JJ closed her eyes, shoulders shaking as she began crying.

"You want me to call the others?" Spencer asked, but JJ shook her head.

"No," she mumbled, "stay..."

So Spencer did.

[girlwithwolftatoo]

I have fallen in love with the HC that Pav goes absolutely crazy bananas and a bit scary when someone he loves gets hurt/held hostage/threatened (it’s always the unexpected ones that are secretly unhinged). If you’re up for it, could you do a Pavitr x f!reader where one of those things happens to her and he gets all protective and just absolutely raging mad? Mans deserve to go ballistic at least once

Thanks you’re amazing 😊🫶

Oh gosh my first Spider request!

Pavitr + losing control:

Pavitr's life as Spiderman is usually really chill. Everyday is a new, fresh and easy adventure for him, and of course, enjoys the mystery of having a girlfriend who doesn't know about this...

(Specially because he also likes to flirt with you when you meet him as Spiderman but that's other story)

But one day, a big main villain shows up, probably his universe's own version of Green Goblin who makes a big havoc and... you end up in the middle of it.

Pavitr manages to put everyone safe, but the villain literally takes you out of his arms. This is the last straw, Pavitr will chase them trying to shout calm words for you.

Probably the villain dropped you on purpose,or you were in the middle of crossed fire. Anyways, you're alive, thank heavens*, but when Pavitr approaches, he sees you're very bad injured. A big cut on your forehead, some scratches, and probably other things that may need of medical attention.

"(Y/N)? Can you hear me? (Y/N) answer me please!" Poor Pavitr even forgets his secrecy and calls you by your name. You're weak and dizzy, and can barely keep your eyes open. The villain is still roaming around, thinking they won...

It's like a berserk button. Pavitr's sweet and chill demeanor shifts to pure rage. He swings towards his foe, kicks them, makes them fall tothe ground and begins to punch them in a gross, wild estate nobody could even imagine.

He's so angry he barely notices the punchingretribution of the villain. He may end up also bruised and bleeding but doesn't care. He's ready to leave this dude more battered than red curry (sorry about the joke).

At a certain time, Pavitr probably loses his mask, due to the fight or by pulling it offhimself once the villain is landing fainted on the ground. Just then, he only can stare, shaking violently as the last minutes pass through his mind like a weird film.

"Pavitr?" he hears someone calling him. He lifts his head and... no, this can't be, you're approaching! You, his sweet little flower, not only has discovered his secret, but also witnesssed him losing control. His face goes pale and his eyes widen in pure horror.

"N-no, no! I'm not Pavitr! Who's Pavitr?" he comes back immediately to his goofy mood and tries to put the mask on again. But it's late, now you know... "Please don't" you ask, extending a hand to stop him from hiding. He sighs, embarrased.

"This is not me, (Y/N), this isn't usually me..." he mumbles, about to burst in tears. You don't say anything, you're tired and he's too, you'll have time to talk. But not now. Now, you only sit besides him and put your head ion his shoulder. "Put... put the mask on... people's arriving" you whisper to him.