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saveyourblood · 3 months ago

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Pretty Boy - Ch 1 (Evan Buckley x Reader) (Eventual Evan Buckley x Eddie Diaz x Reader)

Summary: You can feel Buck staring. When your eyes meet his, you realize he’s staring at your hand, which is still on Eddie’s knee. You slowly retreat, which makes Buck turn his attention to your face. You smile softly. He just looks out the window. The one where you're an advanced paramedic, Buck and Eddie are firefighters, and you think you might be in love with both of them. Originally posted to AO3

Chapter Summary: Your new(ish) co-worker has a special talent: getting on your nerves.

A/N: This is such a niche story and I am desperate for validation, please tell me if you enjoyed reading! Word Count: 3.5k Warnings: Swearing (if that even counts).

You’re ending the first half of your 24-hour shift the same way you always do—dinner with the team. Well, at least that’s how you try to end the first half of your shift. Of course, that’s also assuming that both the fire and medical teams are actually at the station and not on a call.

All things considered, this probably only happens once a week, if that.

When it works out, though, it’s a good time. You already spend a lot of time in the rig with Hen and Chim, being an advanced paramedic and all. When it comes to the firefighters, though, you aren’t as well-versed, so it’s nice to have a weekly ‘getting to know you’ session. It seems like these days, it’s a 50/50 shot if they’ll make it to next week's dinner.

The firefighting crew at the 118 is a revolving door of macho men. When you first started, it was Chim, Tommy, and Sal. Chim became a paramedic, so he didn’t exactly ‘leave.’ Sal got relieved of duty, so he didn’t really have a choice. Tommy left, but for something better. Maybe it isn’t so much the job that makes people leave; maybe being a firefighter at the 118 is a stepping stone for bigger and better things.

There is one firefighter that, if he left, you wouldn’t be heartbroken. In fact, it would probably make your shifts a whole lot better.

Evan Buckley, aka ‘Buck.’ God, even thinking his name makes you want to gag a little.

He’s a decent kid, but he’s just that: a kid. He’s a Probie; he’s only been on the job for about 4 months, and no one would assume otherwise. His heart is in the right place, but his brain hasn’t caught up yet. You’re starting to fear it never will.

“I know exactly what that polite, distant smile means: she’s bored,” Chim says as he leans over the counter, pulling you right out of your thoughts and back into reality. “This woman is so far out of my league, but she’s once-in-a-lifetime… I can’t let her go.”

“Lots of fish in the sea,” Bobby, your captain, chimes in. He leans over to pull something out of the oven.

“Not with the bait he’s using,” Hen remarks as she walks by. Her arms are full of dishes to set the table with.

“Amen, sister,” you agree, hot on her heels. She gives you a small smile and hands you the plates, which you accept with a smile of your own.

“Cruel, but true,” Chim sighs. “I met her on this new dating site, just for cops and firefighters, RomancingTheUniform.com. She’s an adrenaline junkie, so foreplay is me telling her stories about running into burning buildings and jumping into icy lakes and…”

“I’m sorry, wait,” Hen interrupts, “remind me: when was the last time you ran into or jumped over anything?”

“...I embellish a little.”

“Oh, noted.”

“So is she a cop or a firefighter?” You ask.

Chim gives you a look. “Why would she be?”

“Well, you said the website is for cops and firefighters,” you repeat. “Doesn’t that make her a cop or a firefighter?”

“Okay, it’s not just cops and firefighters,” Chim cedes, “it’s also for people that want to date cops and firefighters.”

“Ohhh,” you smile, “so cops, firefighters, and badge bunnies. What could possibly go wrong?”

“I’m telling you, the uniform is a major aphrodisiac,” Chim continues as he brings a salad to the table.

“Yeah, hence the term ‘badge bunny,’” you remark.

The conversation is interrupted by one of the engines backing into the station. You probably should have noticed it was gone, but frankly, as long as your rig is in the bay safe and sound, you don’t care what the meatheads are up to.

Speaking of meatheads…

“Oh good, PB is back,” you remark sarcastically.

‘PB’, aka ‘pretty boy,’ aka Buck. You started calling him Pretty Boy his first day, and over the months, you shortened it. He jogs his way up the stairs and dips a finger in the communal spaghetti bowl. You roll your eyes and take a sip of your coffee.

“Wash your hands!” Hen scolds as she pulls the bowl out of his reach.

“What if there’d been a call?” Bobby asks as he brings the last dishes to the table.

“I was in the neighborhood!” Buck defends himself. He takes one of the plates from Bobby’s grasp, but instead of passing it around like a normal person, he starts eating the food off the plate with his dirty hands. Sometimes, you wondered if he was raised by a pack of stray dogs.

Bobby starts lecturing Buck, and you smirk with a little satisfaction. Bobby’s going to write him up, and truthfully? It’s a long time coming.

“First infraction, two more, and you’re out,” Bobby says as he steals back the plate. “Wash your hands.”

“You know, you're not helping him by going easy on him,” Chim says once Buck is out of earshot.

“He just needs a little direction,” Bobby replies.

“I’ll remind you of that when he gets us killed,” you mumble.

The alarm bells start to sound through the station. Everyone groans, including yourself. So much for dinner.

Chim decided to catch a ride with the boys in the truck, so that leaves you and Hen in the rig.

“I’m sorry, dispatch,” you say into the radio, “118 RA responding: did you say the baby is in the wall?”

“10-4, 118,” the dispatcher responds. “Caller reports hearing a baby crying in his walls.”

“Copy that, 118 RA clear,” you say before hanging the radio back up. “Well, this will be fun.”

“You think you can play nice with Buck?” Hen asks, a smirk on her face.

“Hey, I’m always nice,” you reply.

“Not to him!” She laughs. “Don’t think I didn’t see you roll your eyes the second he got back to the station.”

“I can play nice and still think he’s a raging idiot,” you defend. “Besides, since when are you his biggest fan?”

“Trust me, I’m not,” Hen chuckles. “And I love you, but you don’t know how to play nice.”

“Why be the bigger person when you can be the bigger problem?”

That remark gets a full belly laugh out of Hen. “Yeah, that sounds like you.”

Hen parks the rig behind the engine in front. The boys come pouring out immediately, grabbing various tools and equipment. You make your way to the back of the ambulance, tossing Hen her med bag before picking up your own.

You follow the rest of the crew upstairs, and before you know it, the five of you are standing in some random guy’s apartment, listening for something that probably isn’t real.

“Look, I'm telling you, I heard a baby crying,” the man says. “Someone flushed a baby down the toilet.”

Hen picks up a bong off the counter and gives the man a look.

“I’m not high.”

You both raise your eyebrows.

“Okay, I’m pretty high, but it’s Sativa,” he says. “It makes you happy. It doesn’t make you hallucinate.”

“It could’ve been a rat,” Chim shrugs. “Sometimes rats get stuck in the walls.”

You frown. At the end of his sentence, you swore you heard a cooing sound.

“Shh,” you say to everyone, walking over to the bathroom. “Did you guys hear that?”

They're hot on your heels, watching as you take your stethoscope from around your neck and put it into your ears. You place the bell on the wall and wait. When you hear nothing, you begin rapping your knuckles on the tile until you do. Once again, it’s a faint cooing sound, not unlike a baby.

You then knock your knuckles on the wall until you hear a hollow sound. You take a marker from your pants pocket and mark an ‘x’ over it, knowing the space behind it is hollow. You take the stethoscope out from your ears.

“We need to open up this wall,” you say, pointing to the ‘x.’

“No, we’re being punked,” Chim disagrees. “It’s a tape recorder or something.”

“Maybe not,” Hen says, stepping forward. “Maybe a mother gives birth on the toilet and flushes it.”

“Okay, first of all, that's awful,” Chim says. “Second, do you know how pipes work?”

“If the baby is premature, its bones can bend and compress like sponges,” Bobby mentions. “We need to get in there.”

“Stand back, I got this!” Buck says, swinging his fire axe over his shoulder.

He runs up towards the wall with full intentions of swinging. Hen and Chim move out of the way and shout while Bobby tries to grab him. Ultimately, you’re the one to stop him, and you do it by placing both hands on the axe.

“Hey! Did you even stop to consider that you might hit a baby?!” You shout, adrenaline pumping through your bloodstream.

Buck just stares at you with wide eyes.

“Yeah, didn’t think so,” you spat, pushing the axe out of the way.

“Buck, go get the saw,” Bobby directs.

“Try to find some common sense while you’re down there,” you call after Buck as he walks out.

“Nice catch,” Bobby says, looking at you.

“How nice of me to save the baby from one of the LAFD’s finest first responders,” you reply bitterly.

You can’t help but look at Hen, who quickly looks away. Her avoidance gives you a small sense of victory because this? This shit right here? This is why you can’t play nice with Buck. His head is screwed on backward, and it can get people killed. Playing nice isn’t going to fix that.

Thankfully, Bobby takes the saw from Buck once he brings it up. He makes a few small cuts in the wall before he and the other boys are pulling at the drywall. They quickly expose a massive pipe running behind the toilet.

“That thing is huge,” you remark to Hen.

“It probably connects a bunch of the toilets in the units above this one,” Hen returned.

“So… even with the water turned off…” you start, a sense of dread filling your stomach.

“If someone above us flushes the toilet, it could drown the baby,” Hen finishes. Almost before she finishes the sentence, she’s running into the hall, yelling for people not to flush their toilets. The boys make a few cuts into the pipe, and in no time, they’re taking it to the floor.

“Guys, I can see the head,” you say, joining them on the floor.

They make a few more cuts until the pipe is one straight segment.

“Get the head out,” Chim instructs.

“Yeah, you gotta push from below,” Buck chimes in.

You try that, but the baby isn’t moving. You look to the corner, then at Buck.

“Bring me the defibrillator,” you instruct clearly.

Buck scrambles over, picking up the case.

“Just the lube, Buck,” you rephrase, but he’s already coming back with the whole thing.

“Take it, take it,” Buck says, passing it off to you.

You let out a frustrated sigh before grabbing the lube out and tossing the rest of it to the side. You pour some lube on the baby’s head, then down by its feet.

“Work that in,” you tell Chim.

You move your index finger around the circumference of the pipe, brushing the baby’s legs with lubricant as you do so. Then, you gently apply pressure to its feet, and slowly, you can feel it move forward.

“This is gonna be a scoop and run,” you mumble.

“Hen, get the ambulance ready,” Bobby tells her. You’re not sure when she got back, but when you look up again, she’s gone again.

Slowly, the baby’s head emerges from the pipe, and the rest of her body follows.

“She’s not breathing,” you quickly note, “starting CPR.”

You place your index and middle finger in the center of the baby’s chest and press down fast and hard. “Looks like her airway’s obstructed.”

“Buck, get the bulb syringe,” Chim demands. A few seconds pass. “Buck, come on!”

“I’m coming!” Buck barks back, clearly in a panic.

“Come on, pretty girl,” you say quietly as you continue compressions. “Come on, sweetheart.”

Buck returns with the bulb syringe and uses it, but it doesn’t help.

“Dammit,” you curse. “You’ll have to try a blind finger sweep.”

Buck looks at you, then Chimney, then the baby, then back at you. “Me?”

“You gotta learn somehow,” you remark. “It’s easy: just turn her head to the side, curl your pinkie, and see if you can scoop anything out.”

Buck is hesitant initially, but he eventually does as you tell him. It takes a few seconds, but he manages to clear the obstruction, and the baby begins crying. Everyone laughs with relief.

“Let’s get her wrapped up,” you say, reaching for a towel.

The four of you rush down the hall, you with the baby in your arms. The pit in your stomach returns.

“No one held the elevator?!” you yell.

“Dammit,” Chim curses.

“Give her to me,” Buck says, nodding to the stairs.

You stare at him.

“Come on, I’m twice as fast,” Buck pleads.

“Screw this up, and I’ll kill you,” you threaten before carefully handing her over.

Buck takes off down the stairs, but you follow after. There’s only so much that can happen in a few flights of stairs, but you aren’t willing to risk it.

“I got you,” Buck says to the baby, “you’ll be okay.”

A faint smile crosses your face. Maybe Buck isn’t so terrible after all.

“Come on, move it!” Buck shouts as you both make it out of the lobby and out to the rig.

You climb into the ambulance with him, but before either of you can even sit down, you hear someone yelling to wait. It’s not just anyone: it’s LAPD Sergeant Grant, or as you’ve heard Hen calls her, Athena.

“Wait, is that the mother?” Buck says, looking at the young woman with blood-stained pants in someone’s arms. “Yo, screw her! Look what she did!”

Never mind. Buck is still terrible.

“Sit down and shut up!” You yell at Buck. “This is not your call! She is a child, and she’s bleeding out!”

“Look what she did!” Buck repeated.

“Come on, let’s get her up here,” you say to Athena and the man carrying the young girl, disregarding Buck’s protests.

Bobby and Chim made it down, so they help haul the young girl up into the rig. Chim stays at the head while Bobby sits next to Buck, the spot you were about to sit in mere moments ago.

“If this baby dies, it’s on you,” Buck says, staring at Athena.

“Stop talking, Evan,” you snap as someone closes the ambulance doors.

Using his actual name seems to shut him up.

“What’s your name, honey?” You ask the baby’s mother as you cut away her shirt to place EKG leads.

“Marika,” she whispers. “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.”

“I know you’re scared, Marika, but you just have to keep breathing for me, okay?” you say. “My friend Howie is going to start an IV so we can give you fluids and medication. You’re bleeding a lot, so I have to do what’s called a fundal exam, okay? I have to press on your stomach to make sure your uterus is contracting back down normally.”

She stares at you, eyes filled with tears, before eventually nodding.

Using one hand to stabilize over the pubis, you begin pressing down the other into Marika’s stomach, a few fingerbreadths below her belly button. She lets out a few whimpers. You don’t feel the fundus, or the top of the uterus, like you should.

“Marika, you’re bleeding a lot because your uterus isn’t contracting. I have to make it contract by doing a fundal massage. It won’t feel that good, but it could save your life.”

Once again, Marika looks at you before nodding. This time, she closes her eyes.

Using firm and consistent pressure, you push one hand down where the fundus should be and make small circles. Marika lets out a few more cries of pain. You notice that, after a few minutes, the bleeding starts to slow, and her uterus firms up beneath your hands.

“Hospital ETA 5 minutes, hang in,” Hen chimes in from the ambulance's cab.

“Something’s wrong,” Buck says, staring at the baby in his arms.

You quickly move over to him. “Put her in your lap so I can see.”

Buck listens, moving away the towel so you can look at the baby. She’s cyanosed around the lips. You flip open a compartment and pull out the neonatal ambu bag. You hand it to Bobby, and you don’t even have to tell him to start bagging.

“I’m so sorry,” Marika says. “Is she gonna be okay?”

Bobby squeezes the bag every other second, delivering a breath to the baby. Her color is starting to look better, but she isn’t very responsive.

“Here, let me try something,” you say.

You gently pick up the baby and set it on Marika’s bare chest. After a few moments, the baby begins to move and cry out.

“Oh my god, why did that work?” Marika asks, wrapping her hands around her baby.

“Skin-to-skin can help babies regulate bodily functions, like temperature and breathing,” you reply as you place a towel over them.

You look over to the men sitting next to you. Bobby gives you a nod, and Buck avoids eye contact, but you can tell that he’s pissed. Fuck him, he doesn’t know his head from his ass anyways.

Once the rig pulls into the ambulance bay, you and Chim help the ER staff get the gurney out of the ambulance. Bobby and Buck follow suit, only Buck tries to follow them into the hospital. Bobby stops him before he does.

Bobby gives Buck some lecture about how we did our jobs, and now it’s their turn; it’s the speech every overly excited first responder gets at least once at the start of their career.

A cop car pulls up, and Athena comes out. She clearly found the person she was looking for, because she starts yelling at Buck.

“You do not get to choose who lives and who dies,” she lectures.

“Really? Because I was under the impression that kind of was my job,” Buck retorts.

You could seriously slap him.

“That mother was no less of a child than her baby,” Athena continues yelling, pointing a finger at the hospital. “You’re gonna get someone killed.”

“Well, maybe, but not today,” Buck says with a cocky head tilt.

You laugh humorlessly. “You know what, Pretty Boy?” you say, turning to Buck.

Fuck it. Bobby won’t put him in his place, and Athena isn’t allowed to, so you take matters into your own hands, literally.

Before you even fully comprehend what you’re doing, you’re wrapping a hand around Buck’s throat and pushing him against the ambulance. You aren’t choking him, but you don’t move your hand because keeping it there is your only leverage.

“I’m getting real tired of this tough guy bullshit,” you growl, your face only an inch from his. He’s quite a bit taller than you, but when you bounced him off the rig, his footing faltered, so he’s crouched at your eye level. “You wanna get real, Evan? You didn’t do a goddamn thing today except get in the way. While we were busy saving lives, you were shitting your pants and dropping the ball, not exactly what a tough guy is supposed to do.”

“Okay, enough,” Bobby says, trying to break it up. You’re far from finished, though.

You move your hand from his neck, but only so you can point it in his face. “You aren’t a god — you don’t decide who lives! You didn’t even save a life today: we did, because you kept fucking up. And if you keep fucking up like you did today, you definitely will kill someone, and your little jokes and midday booty calls and your shitty little grin won’t change that!”

Bobby ends up physically pulling you away while Athena makes some room between the two of you.

“Aren’t you going to arrest her or something?” Buck says, rubbing his neck. “She assaulted me!”

“She didn’t say anything that wasn’t true,” Athena counters. “I promise you, Buckley, the next time you screw up? It’ll be your last.”

Athena casts Bobby a glance before she walks away.

“You,” Bobby says, looking at Buck, “in the truck. Now.”

You start to walk over to the passenger’s side of the cab when Bobby calls after you.

“I want you in my office the second we get back,” He orders.

You clench your jaw. “Yes Captain.”

Ch 2

#911 abc #evan buckley #evan buckley x reader #911 show #911 on abc #911 reader insert #evan buckley/reader #eddie diaz x reader #no use of y/n #enemies to lovers #enemies to friends to lovers #enemies to soulmates #i can write

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albertasunrise · 4 months ago

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Work Wife - Four

Masterlist

Summary: Working as a Secretary at Miller & Sons Construction, you fall hopelessly in love with the eldest son Joel. What you don’t realise is that Joel’s completely in love with you too. What will it take for the two of you to realise whats’s right in front of you?

Pairing: Young Joel Miller x Reader

Warnings: Like AO3, I choose not to give any so the plot isn’t spoiled. This fic is 18+ (So, managed to get this finished before my trip this weekend! I hope you all enjoy and don’t forget to share and comment 🥹♥️ I love hearing what you all think 😘)

Series Masterlist - One Two Three

Joel sat beside his daughter's cot silently sobbing to himself, allowing the guilt he felt for how he'd shouted at you to eat him alive. He hadn't meant any of it. Not a single word. Now, the image of your face after he'd said those cruel words haunted him.

It had been three days since your argument. Sarah was a little improved yet the doctors were still concerned. Her tiny body was doing its best to fight but was just so weak. The nurses were kind to him. Ensuring he ate and sent him home when he needed sleep, always promising to call him if anything changed. But the person he was most desperate to see was still nowhere to be seen. Not that he had told you what hospital Sarah was at or even hinted at wanting you to come. He'd made it pretty clear the other day that he didn't.

...

"Why the long face Pip, sweetie?" Asked Mrs Miller as she placed a steaming mug of tea beside you.

You had been quiet for a few days and she was worried. After racing back to be with Joel, she and her husband were taking turns to keep an eye on things at the office and stay at home with Tommy.

"I'm fine Mrs Miller." You replied, trying to make yourself sound believable.

"Pip darling if-"

"How's Sarah?" You asked, desperate to change the subject and learn about how the little baby you'd come to love so dearly was doing.

"Have you not been to see her?" She asked, her dark brows drawing together.

"Oh, no..." You trailed off, looking down at the mug now in your hands "Joel doesn't want me there."

"What are you talking about." The older woman pressed "Of course he would want you there."

"He told me differently." You mumbled, trying to fight back the tears that started stinging your eyes as you remembered what he had said to you.

"Pip, what's going on with you and Joel?"

"Nothing's going on."

"I wasn't born yesterday dear." Mrs Miller chuffed "He's a mess... and not just because Sarah's sick." She continued and you looked at her with a mirroring look of concern "You have been looking miserable for days. You haven't been to the hospital so clearly something happened between you."

You looked back at the mug in your hands for a moment, pondering over how much you should tell her. She had been so good to you since your own mother had passed away.

"We had a fight." You confessed, "I have been seeing someone for a few weeks and the morning Sarah got sick Joel called me, the guy answered and hung up on him."

"Oh." The older woman replied as she perched on the edge of your desk.

"I went round the following morning and Joel arrived shortly after me." You continued, pausing to take a sip of your tea "He told me what happened but... well he got angry with me for not answering the phone when he needed me... I did promise that I would be there for him day or night and I wasn't... I let him down."

"You did nothing of the sort." Mrs Miller asserted "Joel's a good boy. He's a great father to Sarah and he's done a fine job running this company but he's also still a boy.

"We forced him to grow up so quickly."

"You're both amazing parents to Joel and Tommy." You defended and Joel's mother chuckled.

"Thank you dear but no parent is perfect." She replied, taking a long pull of her own mug of tea "I know he'll never forgive me for telling you this but... Joel's been smitten with you since the day you started here."

"Sure." You snorted, surprising yourself with the sound.

"It's true!" You rolled your eyes at the older woman's statement but she pushed on "The boy is just hopeless at expressing how he feels. Always has been but he takes after his father in that respect." She chuckled and you smiled at her reaction "Go see him. I know he would like to see you."

"I don't know-"

"Okay, go see Sarah then." She said softly as she placed her hand on yours and gave you a sweet smile "I'll go with you. Just in case he decides to act like a typical man." She finished with a wink.

You smiled and nodded as you said "Okay. We can go after work."

...

"You have some visitors." A nurse said softly a few hours later, pulling Joel from his pit of self-loathing.

"Who is it?" He asked as he scraped a hand over his tired face.

"Your mother and someone else." She replied and he nodded, his heart speeding up as he looked towards the door, waiting for his mum and this other person to emerge. Praying it's you.

His heart skipped a beat when his prayers were answered.

She appeared first, followed by you poking your head in first then locking eyes with him. In a moment fueled purely by instinct, he was out of his chair and scaling the room in a few long strides. Pulling you into a tight hug, he buried his face into the crook of your neck and sobbed.

"I'm sorry." He choked and you held him back, burying your fingers into his thick curls and scratching his head affectionately "I didn't mean it... None of it."

"I know." You cooed as you squeezed him tighter, eyes shifting to Joel's mother as she smiled at the two of you "I'm sorry I wasn't there."

"You have nothing to be sorry for." Joel said as he shook his head "You've done so much for us... I was being a jealous asshole and-"

He stopped dead upon realising what he'd just confessed. Your eyes widened as the two of you just stared at each other.

"I'll give you two some privacy." Piped up Mrs Miller and you both looked at her a moment, the woman grinning like a cat that got the cream.

When the door clicked shut, the two of you were left alone again, just the beeps and clicks of the machinery in the room filled the tense atmosphere.

"Jealous?" You asked and Joel nodded as he let out a shaky breath "Why were you jealous, Joel?"

"Because I'm in love with you too." He said plainly, no longer wanting to hide how he felt from you.

"Oh."

His stomach dropped. That wasn't the reaction he had been expecting when he decided he'd confess how he felt about you. You looked uncomfortable and the colour drained from Joel's face as he removed himself from your embrace and took a few steps back.

"Oh." He repeated as he chuckled humourlessly.

"Joel-"

"No, it's fine." He said, waving you off "I left it too long and you've moved on. I understand."

"No... Joel its not that... it's just..." You trailed off, unsure how to say what you needed to say without hurting him "I do still love you." You confirmed, stomach tightening at the look of hope that then lit up Joel's features "But it's clear that we aren't good for each other."

That hope vanished as quickly as it appeared.

"Pip-"

"We just keep hurting each other Joel. Not on purpose but, it keeps happening all the same."

"But we love each other." He sobbed and you gave him a sad smile.

"Sometimes love's not enough." You choked and he nodded sadly at you "I don't want to lose you, Joel. You're so important to me and I want us to remain friends but I think it's for the best if we both just move on."

"Okay." He managed to choke out, not hiding how devastated he was by this turn of events.

Your eyes drifted to the cot behind him, noting the wires that smothered Sarah's tiny form. You let out a choked sob at the sight of her, looking at Joel and nodding your thanks when he motioned for you to go to her. She was sleeping soundly but her breathing was so strained. There was a tube in her mouth, obviously providing her with sustenance whilst a tiny nasal cannula rested beneath her nose, supplying her with oxygen to help her breathe.

"Oh, baby girl." You cooed, as you stroked her plump little cheek with your thumb "You need to get better... You're scaring us all, but especially your daddy." You said softly as you smiled sweetly at the sleeping baby "You get better and I promise I'll buy you the biggest stuffed bear I can find."

"Do I get a say in that?" Joel pipped up and you looked at him and shook your head.

"No... this between me and Sarah." The smile that spread across Joel's face was magical.

"Fine." He chuckled before sitting down beside you and resting his head on your shoulder, just like he had the first time you met Sarah "But can I at least pick the colour?"

"I'll think about it."

...

Three weeks later...

Monday

"Is that funny little madam?" You chuckled as you fought to change Sarah's nappy "Are you kicking me in the boobies?"

Sarah screeched with delight and gave you a huge gummy smile, bringing a delighted chuckle from you.

"You're lucky you're cute!" You said to her as you finished fastening the nappy and dressed her again.

"She beatin' you up again?" Asked Joel as he walked into the lounge with two mugs in hand.

"She's a little bruiser." You chuckled, accepting the coffee Joel handed you with a smile and a mouthed thank you.

"She's getting stronger every day." Joel beamed and you grinned at him.

It had taken another week and a half before Sarah recovered enough to be let out of the hospital. Since then you had been staying a few nights a week to help Joel out. He had assured you that you didn't have to but you had confessed that you still felt guilty about the phone call incident and despite him telling you over and over that you hadn't done anything wrong, you wouldn't budge.

Ant had been surprisingly understanding. The two of you had practically been in each other's beds every night, unable to get enough of each other. It scared you a little how intense things had gotten between you. You had both agreed it was just casual and that neither of you was looking for a relationship, yet, before this arrangement with Joel you were going out for meals together and practically playing house.

The nights you weren't staying at Joel's you were at his. Your apartment had been lying dormant for a few weeks now. You popped in once or twice to water the plants and to get a change of clothes but you were practically living out of your suitcase.

"Have you and Ant got plans for the weekend?" Joel asked, pulling you from your thoughts.

"We're not a couple, Joel." You chuckled and Joel snorted.

"Could have fooled me."

"What is that supposed to mean?"

"So you're not spending every free moment you're not here with him?" Joel asked, swallowing the lump in his throat.

"Yes but-"

"Whether the two of you want to admit it, you're together, Pip." Joel said as he placed his coffee down on the side table and accepted Sarah when you handed her to him.

"To answer your question, no we don't have plans." You said, hoping to kill the conversation of your relationship with Ant dead.

Things with you and Joel had been better in recent weeks and the subject of feelings had been avoided like the plague. You did feel like laying everything out had made things easier. Now you both knew how the other felt, it was easier to navigate what was spoken about around each other. Both of you desperately trying to avoid hurting one another.

"Well, if you're free I thought maybe we could go to the Aquarium. Gloria said it would be a great sensory experience for Sarah." Joel's eyes were the size of saucers as he waited for your reply.

"Isn't that something you do with family?" You ask, feeling like you might be encroaching on territory you weren't welcome in.

"You're as much family as my parents." Joel argued, "You've been the

closest thing Sarah's had to a mum since she was born."

"Joel-"

"If you don't want to come just say." He pleaded and you could hear the hurt in his voice at what he believed was you rejecting him.

"I would love to join you."

Joel's shoulders relaxed and he smiled brightly at you.

"Great. Pick you up at 10?" He asked as he stood to place a now sleeping Sarah in her bassinet.

"Sounds perfect!"

What neither of you knew was that the events that were about to unfold in the remainder of the week that followed would change everything.

...

Tuesday

Joel walked into the office to find your usual seat empty. His brow furrowed as he walked towards your desk, noting that the computer was still powered down and everything was neatly put away. No sign that you had been there at all.

When he poked his head into the break room and saw that you weren't there either his concern grew. It wasn't like you to not turn up to work.

"Hey, Simon." Joel shouted, grabbing the man's attention "Seen Pip today?"

"She called in sick." He replied and Joel's concern grew even more.

You had been fine yesterday when he had seen you last. What had changed between then and now?

He tried to call you that evening but got your answering machine. His worry was then starting to grow into full-blown panic but, he decided to wait and see if you were in the office tomorrow before he turned up at your door.

...

Wednesday

When Joel arrived in the office, again you weren't there. Simon confirmed again that you had called in sick and Joel was then beside himself. He decided that he needed to go by your house and check on you.

So after asking his mother if she could watch Sarah for a few hours that evening, he went to the store and bought you all your favourite things. Hoping that they would cheer you up. Pulling up outside your house, he scaled your yard and sprinted up you porch steps. After a few hard knocks on your door, you answered, looking more than a little worse for wear.

"What are you doing here?" You asked, wrapping your gown around you a little tighter.

"I was worried about you." He answered, readjusting the tote of supplies on his shoulder "Brought you some stuff. Soup, your favourite candy-"

"I don't want to get you sick, Joel." You sighed "Thank you for checking in but just go home."

"Pip-"

"Please." You pleaded and he nodded.

"Okay." He took a step back and placed the tote in front of your door "I'll leave these here."

"Thank you."

He nodded and turned, walking down the steps of your porch and towards his truck, looking over his shoulder to see you grab the bag and close the door.

Something hadn't been right. You had looked like you'd been crying. Had Ant broken things off with you? He just hoped that you were feeling up to speaking to him about it when the weekend came around.

...

Thursday

When Joel walked in and saw that for a third day in a row, you had called in sick again he knew something else was going on. It wasn't like you to be sick for this long and not call him to come over.

You were super clingy when you were ill and he was always happy to oblige you. He loved to take care of you just as much as you loved to take care of him. He was going to check on you again that evening and this time he wasn't going to let you turn him away.

You knew you couldn't go on avoiding Joel. When you had called that morning and Caleb answered, he told you that Joel was going out of his mind with worry.

You weren't surprised. This was abnormal behaviour for you and Joel had always been a worrier. You just didn't know how to tell him what the problem really was.

"You feeling okay?" Asked Ant as he sat down next to you and pulled you into a comforting hug.

"Mhmm." You replied, staring at the TV but not taking in what was playing.

"It's gonna be okay you know." Ant piped up and this dragged your attention to him "I know this situation isn't exactly ideal but- "

Ant was interrupted by frantic knocking at your front door.

"Pip. It's me... Please, answer the door... talk to me." Joel said from the other side of the door and you sighed.

"You can't avoid him forever you know."

"Yeah, I know." You sighed, getting up from the couch to answer the door.

Joel was frantic on the other side, his hair a mess from where he had clearly been running his hands through it. He seemed to relax a little upon seeing you but his hackles seemed to rise when he saw Ant behind you.

"Hi, Joel." You piped up, pulling his gaze back to you "What do you want?"

"I want to talk to you." He sighed "I want to check in on my friend who hasn't been at work for three days."

"Joel-"

"I know when someone's avoiding me." He growled out and you felt a pang of guilt pull at you "I have been going out of my mind worrying about you and I have turned up twice to check in... only for you to ask me what I want."

"Joel... I'm just sick." You said, trying your best to sound believable.

"Can I please just come in?" He pleaded and you let out a long sigh before moving aside so he could enter.

He and Ant gave each other a nod in greeting and then the latter put his arm around you and placed a kiss on your temple.

"I'll give you two some space. Grab you some supplies."

"Thank you." You mumbled and he smiled at you sweetly before returning his attention to Joel.

"See you later man." He said, putting his hand out for Joel to shake, giving the man a quick nod when Joel accepted it.

Once Ant had left, you walked to your couch, curling up into the blanket you had departed to answer the door. Joel followed you, sitting in the armchair that sat proudly in your bay window, the two of you sitting in tense silence for what felt like an age.

"What's going on Pip?" He asked breaking the silence, his voice soft and sympathetic.

"Nothing."

This reply earned you an eye roll and you watched as he scraped one large hand over his face before he looked back at you.

"What did I do Pip?" He asked and your heart broke at the crack in his voice "Monday we were making plans to take Sarah to the aquarium and then suddenly you're sick and avoiding me and I just don't get what I did-"

"I'm pregnant!" You blurted out. Unable to cope with Joel blaming himself for your behaviour.

"What?"

"I'm pregnant." You repeated "I woke up on Tuesday and felt awful. Couldn't keep anything down and all these smells that never bothered me before just made me hurl. I thought perhaps I was coming down with something but then the next day I still felt awful.

"So I went to the pharmacy and the pharmacist recommended I take a test. Was positive."

"Is it...?"

"Ant's?" You finished for him and he nodded "Yeah."

"What did he say?"

"Well he was a little freaked at first but it takes two people to make a baby... As you well know." You chuckled but there was no humour in it.

"Is he happy?"

"He asked me to marry him." You announced and all the colour drained from Joel's face.

His eyes widened as he took in what it was that you had just told him. You were pregnant? Were you happy you were having a baby? You didn't seem to be particularly excited about it. Did you want to marry Ant? You had maintained that you had he were just casual. Joel felt sick as all these thoughts raced through his mind.

"And what did you say?" He asked although he didn't really want to know the answer.

"I said yes."

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yeomongi · 1 month ago

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𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐟𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐬 — 𐙚

genre : fluff ! ^^

pairing : seonghwa x you

word count : 600ish

warnings : menstruation & period pain, idk anything else

synopsis : a comforting moment between you and seonghwa as he helps you through the unbearable pain of your period cramps, showing his love through small but meaningful actions.

note : i decided to do this request as well since i really enjoyed writing my previous yeosang fluff!! also going to post a san version after this since i find it really comforting :3 this one is a bit shorter but i hope you still enjoyed! reblogs and interactions appreciated <3

it started like it always did—sharp pains twisting through your lower abdomen, the kind that made you curl up on the couch and wonder how something so natural could be so cruel. you’d been battling these cramps all day, hoping that the painkillers you took hours ago would do their job. but they didn’t. nothing seemed to work, and now all you wanted was the comfort of seonghwa.

seonghwa had this way of making everything feel less overwhelming, like the world could spin a little slower if you were in his arms. and right now, you needed that more than anything.

you heard the front door open softly, the familiar sound of seonghwa kicking off his shoes and hanging up his coat. you tried to sit up a little, but the ache in your stomach pulled you back down.

“y/n?” his voice called out, gentle and warm, like always.

“in here,” you croaked, pulling the blanket tighter around yourself.

he appeared in the doorway, his brows furrowing the moment he saw you curled up on the couch.

“baby, what’s wrong?” he asked, crossing the room to kneel beside you.

“cramps,” you mumbled, your voice small. “they’re really bad this time.”

his expression softened with concern as he reached out to brush a strand of hair from your face.

“why didn’t you call me?”

you shrugged, not wanting to admit that you didn’t want to bother him while he was busy. seonghwa sighed, his thumb gently stroking your cheek.

“you’re never a bother, y/n. you know that, right?”

you nodded, but the way his eyes searched yours told you he wasn’t convinced.

“okay,” he said softly, standing up. “stay right here. i’ll be back in a minute.”

he disappeared into the kitchen, and you could hear the faint sounds of him rummaging around. when he returned, he was holding a glass of water and a heating pad.

“here,” he said, handing you the water first. “you need to stay hydrated.”

you took a small sip, even though you didn’t feel like it. he gently placed the heating pad on your stomach, adjusting it until it felt just right. the warmth was immediate, and you let out a soft sigh of relief.

“better?” he asked, sitting down beside you.

“a little,” you admitted.

seonghwa reached for the remote and turned on the tv, flipping through the channels until he landed on your favorite show.

“we’ll just sit here for a bit, okay?” he said, his voice calm and soothing.

you nodded, leaning into him as he wrapped an arm around your shoulders. his presence alone was enough to make the pain feel a little less unbearable.

as the episode played, he kept his hand on your arm, tracing light patterns with his fingers. it was such a small gesture, but it made you feel cared for in a way that words couldn’t.

“do you want me to get you anything else?” he asked after a while.

“just stay,” you whispered.

he smiled, pressing a soft kiss to the top of your head.

“always.”

you stayed like that for a while, the two of you wrapped up in each other and the warmth of the moment. eventually, the heating pad and seonghwa’s presence worked together to dull the pain, and you found yourself relaxing for the first time all day.

“thank you,” you murmured, your voice barely above a whisper.

“you don’t have to thank me,” he said softly. “i’ll always take care of you, y/n.”

and you believed him. because with seonghwa, you never had to face anything alone.

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justwinginglife · 2 months ago

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One Chance

25 Days of Simpmas: Day Fifteen December 15th: Osamu Dazai, Rank 11 Anime: Bungo Stray Dogs Event Masterlist

Ironically, three of the men on my top 25 list are voiced by Kaiji Tang, and two of them are back to back. Do I have a type? Maybe.

Also, it is a Dazai fic, so there are brief mentionings of suicide because again, it is Dazai.

“Do you wanna-”

“Commit a double suicide? Dazai, for the millionth time, no.”

Dazai whined. “What if I was gonna say go out to dinner with me, huh? So rude to just reject me before I’ve even finished asking.”

“Answer’s still no.”

He sighed dramatically, “You are a cruel, cruel woman, you know that?”

As a favor to your boss and longtime friend, Ango Sakaguchi, you’d left your job at the Special Division to follow Dazai to the Detective Agency. While you’d personally never met the man before, you had heard many stories about him, and initially came to the conclusion that he must be an impressive man. Putting aside the fact that you’d been asked to protect him as a favor to Ango, you thought you might actually like getting to work with a man as famous -or infamous, depending on the person you asked- as him. You thought it might be interesting. Fun, even.

But now that you’d spent every day by his side, working closely with him as his partner, you just knew, deep down in your soul, that this man, this bizarre, enigmatic, borderline psychotic -again, depending on the person you asked, maybe he wasn’t even borderline- freak of a man, was going to drive you absolutely and utterly insane.

How many times had you rejected him now? And yet, he still pursued you. And how many other women had he asked out, right in front of you? And then resumed his pursuit of you. He couldn’t possibly think that you’d take him seriously after all this time. And yet, he still tried.

God, what had he done in the Detective Agency to amuse himself before you arrived? Had he harassed Yosano the same way? Or were you his personal favorite form of entertainment? Did he just like the way you turned him down? Was he a masochist?

You shuddered at the thought. Yeah. He definitely seemed like the type to be a masochist.

Wait.

So… if he’s a masochist… if he’s just going to keep asking me out over and over again… then the best course of action is to…

“Actually, you know what, sure. Let’s go out.”

Dazai dropped his glass and it shattered on the floor. “Uh. What?”

You bit back a laugh, attempting to keep a serious face on. “I said sure. You and me. We’ll go on a date.”

He blinked. And then he laughed. “Oh, you truly are cruel. You almost had me for a minute there.”

“I’m being serious. Dead serious. Let’s go on a date, just the two of us. Hell, we can even go right now.”

His eyes locked onto yours in careful examination.There were those cold, calculating eyes you’d come to know so well. So piercing that you felt rooted to the spot, that you felt the need to confess to crimes you’d not even committed. The eyes that discerned fact from fiction, that forced submission from oppression. Though there were plenty of times you were grateful for that cold calculation of his -even though, admittedly, it’d been somewhat unsettling to see them in action- they were only a blessing when they were working for your benefit. But now, as those same eyes peered into your soul, attempting to decipher your very existence, you once again found that his insight was nothing short of eerie and you hoped you’d never again be on the receiving end of his penetrative gaze.

“What’s the problem?” You asked casually.

“You don’t say yes. You never say yes. Why today? What’s different about today?” The flirtatious and playful manner in which he’d previously been engaging you with had all but disappeared, now replaced with interrogative language.

You stood your ground. “Why not today? C’mon. Let’s see if this date is actually so great after all.”

He let out a small laugh but the sound was empty and lacking any real humor. “Ahh, I get it. You think if we go out on a date, I’ll be satisfied and stop asking you out. And it’ll be all the better if the date goes terrible and I end up getting bored of you; that’s what you’re hoping for, am I right?” He leaned in to hear your response, but his tone was self assured, like he already knew the answer, and was allowing you a reply merely for show.

Damn, he was good. Ah, well. Cat was out of the bag. Might as well roll with it. You narrowed the gap between you even further, leaning in to meet his domineering gaze. “And what if I am? Do you think you’d even know what to do if the date went well? If you liked it? If you wanted another? You wouldn’t know what to do with yourself. You like the chase, the hunt, the adrenaline. What’ll you do if it turns out I domesticate you, huh? If you turn into nothing more than a lovesick puppy? Someone as smart as you. Wouldn’t it kill you to be just another fool, like any other man?”

His lips curled into a sly smirk. “Well, well. This is turning out to be quite the interesting conversation. First, you lure me in by offering to give me everything I want and then you try to scare me away by making it seem less appealing, by making it seem terrifying, even. But what’ll you do if you’re the one who falls in love with me? Did you ever think about that? And have you considered that maybe I’ve already fallen for you? That maybe I don’t mind you ‘domesticating’ me,” He chuckled, “As you so crassly put it.”

You hadn’t thought of that. Sure, he’d been persistent, but you’d never once thought he’d been serious in his advances. Well…maybe just the once. Just the first time he’d asked.

Ironic as it was, as tenacious as he was, the first time you’d met, he’d actually been somewhat normal. He’d been kind, he’d been respectful, he’d been welcoming. In fact, after recalling all the impressive feats he was known for, you were sure that, with his level of intelligence, he’d guessed the reason why you’d come; that even without telling him, he’d known that Ango had sent you, that his friend had sent you, that he’d worried for Dazai’s sake and sent you in his stead, to be the shoulder that he couldn’t be, and that’s why, on that first fateful day, Dazai greeted you like an old friend. Like a dear friend.

And he kept you close, kept you safe. As though he dare not tread on the gift he’d been given.

It wasn’t until you got to know each other better that he started to become more eccentric. Or, in other words, he went back to his usual shenanigans. He’d run off to god knows where doing god knows what, maybe one day he was jumping off a bridge, maybe the next he’d be haggling for a vial of rare poison, but still, each and every case would come to its dramatic end, always by his hands. And dramatic was right. He always liked to put on a show, make every case seem grand, make every deduction seem riveting, turn every accusation into a spectacle. And he was extravagant with everyone, but sometimes, you wondered if maybe he was more so with you. If he was ridiculous to make you smile, if he was rambunctious to make you laugh. You noticed he always seemed just a little more comical when you were feeling down than when you weren’t.

So the first time he asked you out, you almost said yes. The glint in his eyes was so contagious, it was hard to want to say otherwise.

But your better judgment -and a healthy dose of caution after working so many years with the Special Division- told you that you barely knew the guy, so you turned him down.

After he’d asked a few more times, each time sounding more frivolous than the last, you’d come to the conclusion that he had never intended to seriously date you. And you were fine with it; it was all for the better. But then he started asking out women right and left whenever you’d work cases together and though you tried not to let it bother you, you wondered if his feelings really were so fickle and shallow. You wondered if he’d ever felt anything for you at all.

So now his silly, little shenanigans didn’t seem so silly anymore. Now, they seemed stupid. Now, if you were having a bad day, he just made it even worse when he tried to cheer you up by taking a detour to the amusement park, using the excuse that he “wanted to know what it felt like falling from a Ferris Wheel,” or when he commandeered a horse drawn carriage for a romantic ride through the park, because he was supposedly more “productive” when using transport that allowed fresh air to stimulate his brain instead of wasting away in stuffy cars, as if windows didn’t exist. Where before you might’ve found him thoughtful, chivalrous even, now you just felt he was wasting time. Now, you felt he was irresponsible, inconsiderate, incompetent. Now, you’d rather work with anyone but him.

But you stayed by his side anyway. Kept your promise to Ango. Sure, you might charge an expensive bill here and there to the Secret Division (enjoy a nice dinner one night, go see an opera the next) as reparations for the psychological damage inflicted upon you as a result of being Dazai’s partner, but you kept your promise all the same.

You just hadn’t expected how infinite his persistence would be.

Even when he thought you’d say no, even when he knew you’d say no, he still asked you for the pleasure of your company.

So today was as good a day as any to put this whole dramatic affair to rest. Today, you’d do the one thing you never imagined yourself doing in a million years. Today, you’d go on a date with Dazai.

And you were sure he’d find you uninteresting, you were sure you’d find him displeasing, the night would end, and then you would both go back to your very busy lives, never again recounting the mistake that was your shared date.

Now, he’d already picked a time and location- all you had to do was show up. And try. He begged you to at least try.

So you chose a dress that was pretty, but not provocative. You chose a perfume that was adequate, but not alluring. You chose a hairstyle that was stylish, but not seductive. You put in enough effort to be considered effort, and absolutely nothing more than that. You’d rather not waste your best shoes and your best lipstick on him.

But the moment you walked through the doors of the restaurant that Dazai had so carefully picked out -you were surprised he was capable of putting so much thought into a date, or rather, you were surprised he would do that much for you of all people- it was as if you had in fact put on your best gown, your best makeup, your best perfume, because he was immediately entranced by you.

He cocked a grin. “Domestication never looked so good.”

You had to laugh at that. “I bet you say that to all the women,” You retorted, knowing damn well that his compliment was meant for you and you alone.

He pulled out your chair for you and gestured for you to sit. “Only the ones I want to take home.”

“Ah, yes, but does your home have-” You took your seat, opening up the menu to examine its contents, “-a five star wine selection and, oh, a wide assortment of caviar? If not, then I think we’d better keep this date to the restaurant only. I have expensive tastes, you know.”

He chuckled. “But of course, only the very best for you, my dear. And who knows? Maybe I could have the food catered to our bedside, if you’d let me.”

You shook your head, only half amused. “Getting ahead of ourselves, are we? And here I thought you were supposed to be making me fall in love, not trying to get me naked.”

He leaned in, resting his head atop his interlocked hands. “By all means, do enlighten me on how I could go about making you fall in love with me. I’m dying to know.”

“You’re the all-knowing detective, you tell me.”

“Ahh, but the all-knowing detective would like to hear from the all-knowing detective’s partner. Tell me. What would make you believe I’m serious about you?”

You almost laughed in sheer disbelief, but the look on his face now was the same one he’d worn just hours ago, when he implored you to give this date a genuine chance. Try. Just try, he’d said. You might find you actually enjoy it. For a moment, the disastrous, delinquent Dazai of the present faded away. For a moment, he was just the Dazai who’d realized that you were homesick when you arrived at the agency and took you out to a small diner that served a meal only made in your hometown’s region. For a moment, he was just the Dazai who got offended on your behalf, when some shady policemen suggested that you could try convincing a criminal to confess by flashing your two assets, so he put on a dress himself, shoving the chest full of toilet paper before asking the cops if they thought he looked pretty enough for the job. For a moment, he was the Dazai you’d almost said yes to. So, for a moment, you mustered up the decency to genuinely ponder his question and provide him with an answer. “You could stand to be more serious, for one. You can’t keep asking me out as a punchline.”

His eyes studied yours intently before replying, “It’s not a punchline. It’s never been a punchline. I’ve always been completely serious about you.” His tone of voice reflected the truth behind his words, but you weren’t sure if you could accept his words as reality just yet.

“And what about the times you’ve asked me out only to say you’re just kidding shortly after?”

“It’s because I know that’s what you want to hear. And I’m trying to make light of an awkward situation.”

“And the times we’ve been completely engulfed in our work, whether it be poring over papers or chasing down a criminal, and you choose that very moment, as inopportune and inappropriate as it is, to make another confession?”

“You know I can’t help myself sometimes. Not when you look as good as you do solving crimes.”

“And… when you ask out other women, right in front of me? Who am I kidding, it’s probably even when I’m not around to see it. How am I supposed to take you seriously if you’ll bang anything that lives and breathes?”

His lips curled into a grin. “Aww, are you concerned about competition?” He’d known from the very beginning that it displeased you to see him making advances towards other women. He liked that it displeased you. He liked knowing that you felt enough for him to dislike the idea of him being with anyone else. He’d known that it was juvenile of him, and he’d known that it was counterproductive to his goal, but it was the quickest, most obvious way to make you see him, to make you acknowledge him, and like a child, he’d taken the easy way out. After so many failed attempts at securing your affection, you’d started to treat him like a nuisance. Started to rely on your other coworkers more than him. Started to deny his very existence, when all he wanted was to exist for you. So, of course he waited until you were in sight to flirt with a client, and of course he used the same pick up lines that he’d used on you before, just to strike home. He was a genius turned idiot when you were around, and the fact of the matter was that he just couldn’t help himself. He couldn’t.

Not when you were rolling your eyes the way he loved.

Not when you were sighing, exasperated, the way he adored.

Not when you were so close to him yet so completely far from his reach.

But you’d asked for an answer and he owed you one.

So he sighed, ego and arrogance deflating, as he spoke up again. “Truth is- I’m an idiot. I wanted you to be jealous. I liked that you were jealous. Because it meant you might’ve felt something for me. That’s all there is to it.”

You processed his words, letting them properly sink in. Then, shaking your head, you gave him a small smile. “You know, for a really smart guy, you can be really stupid sometimes. Actually, a lot of the time-”

He held up a finger in protest, but you raised an eyebrow, your expression saying “Really?” and he made the wise decision to let you continue.

“-But you did get one thing right. I do think I might enjoy this date. So… let’s just start over then. Put this extra baggage to the side. Tell me something about you. Anything.”

All this time, he’d spent as the master of his craft- a genius at lying, at manipulating, at reading lies, at reading manipulation, but all he wanted to do when he looked at you was tell you the truth.

So he’d order wine for you, talk with you over dinner, maybe even split dessert (no- he was definitely getting you dessert after everything he’d put you through) and he’d tell you anything you wanted to know. Hell, he’d tell you everything if you asked. He might tell you everything anyway, even if you didn’t ask.

Sometimes, he didn’t know who he was when he looked in the mirror; was he an ex Mafia member or would the Mafia never really leave him? Was he a member of the Detective Agency or was he not worthy enough to be one, and had he done any good to deserve it? Or was he the sum of all his past mistakes? If he looked at his reflection closer, was he just someone who failed his friend, someone who never stopped failing his friend in his neverending nightmare? Sometimes, he didn’t know who he was when he looked in the mirror, but when he looked at you, he knew exactly what he was: yours.

And you’d given him one chance to get this right, so there was no way he was fucking it up now. He’d tell you anything, tell you everything. He’d do anything, do everything. He’d do it all for you.

And he’d do it all so that maybe, one day, you’d believe him when he finally told you that he loved you.

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elaemae · 11 months ago

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The premium version of human is here to wreck house, mfs.

[Twst x ObeyMe!AFAB!reader]

CHP. 7

Again, I thank y'all for the reblogs, likes and comments guys, it really helps me :)

CW: Blue pronouns or address for MC every time they get mistaken for a guy. Also, I'm a potty mouth so MC is too.

Inhale..

Exhale....

Inhale......

Exhale.......

Inhale.........

Ex-fucking-hale.......

You're about to have a stroke right now.

You should've just went back to the goddamn infirmary instead of checking in on these obnoxious, bitch-less, probably father-less, motherfuckers.

It's just cleaning windows!! How the hell can you mess up like this?! Why the fuck did the cafeteria chandelier get involved??

GODDAMNIT!! WHY IS YUU INVOLVED AS WELL?! AHHHH—!

*One eternity of screaming like a banshee later*

After sending those damn kids and cat away to get some sort of magical stone in some godforsaken mine, you wrangled with the headmaster for at least two hours to prevent him from writing up the expulsion papers of Yuu and that Blue-haired kid who was mostly innocent about the ordeal.

(Meanwhile, encouraging him to kick that Ace kid and the damn cat off the school. You ain't about to let audacity run free rn, mostly because you feel yourself start genuinely tweaking as you almost got possessed by the urge to sucker punch someone's soul out of their body.)

[Satan perked up, there it was again.

That distinctive spark of wrath that he can feel through your pact with him is both concerning and comforting.

On one hand, the anger he feels means that you're alive. And seeing that what he's feeling through the pact is mostly annoyance, then that must mean that nothing marginally bad or traumatizing had happened to you yet.

You're actually more pissed off in a 'someone-had-the-audacity-to-eat-my-snacks' kind of way more than anything else, meaning that you're safe for now.

But on the other hand, he doesn't know how long that temporary safety will last.

There's also the fact this is the fourth time he'd felt that spark of 'I-wanna-punt-someone-into-the-fuckin-sun' kind of anger from you, which is worrying because it hasn't even been 48 hours since you were kidnapped by some mf.

He shook his head, calling upon a subordinate (read: Devoted fan) to collect more and more books to learn what type of teleportation and sleeping magic was used in your kidnapping.

With the massive search party spanning all three realms that they'd called upon, they will find you sooner or later.

And once they do...

Well... You'll need to get used to being with someone at all hours of the day.]

*Passive-aggresively reminding Crowley that he can't kick out an innocent kid for something they didn't directly do as they had no way of stopping the events that transpired.*

["You don't want the word to get out that you let an innocent teen roam around in a foreign world with absolutely nothing to their name and nobody to protect them, right?"

"That is true, but I still can't just let this go unpunis–"

"Especially when it's the school's faulty equipment that took them so far away from all of their loved ones and belongings, right?"]

Needless to say, Yuu ended up being "fired" in the end, quite an unfortunate result because they will need to freeload off of you until the end of your stay in this world. (Poor them, they got fired before they knew that they had a job in the first place.)

Oh well, it's better than being kicked out from practically their only way back home right now...

Hays... That cruel crow..

Anygays, it's time to snoop around and hopefully make some connections to the residents of this school.

This is a well-known college, right? So there should be influential people here somewhere...

Hehe.. It's time you bring out your gaslight, gatekeep, gold-digging skills so that you can girlboss your way into stability inside this foreign world.

• • • • • •

Suddenly, more than a dozen individuals felt a strong shiver run up their spines.

Haha... Well that's ominous!

• • • • • •

Ortho deadpanned at his brother.

It seems that almost burning down their dorm room last night isn't enough to deter him from making his [Mr. L/n x reader] fanfiction complete with mandatory fan art for every single chapter.

Haaa....

But at least his brother isn't 'fanboying' about another fictional character again...

Hm... Now that he thinks about it..

Maybe his brother will be more inclined to make friends if it's Mr. L/n!

And thus begins Ortho's journey of being an unknowing wingman as he tries to get his introverted brother to make friends.

• • • • • •

You narrowed your eyes as you looked at the small gift on top of your temporary bed in the infirmary.

Dats suspicious....

Dats weird......

You turn your necklace into a staff and start poking the box, trying to see if it'll suddenly turn into a horrific eldritch monster and jump you. (Won't be the first time that happened.)

• • • • •

"It is done, ××× ×× ××××××" (This is too easy to guess😑)

• • • • •

Diavolo sighed for the tenth time that hour, lamenting how trying to focus on his paperwork is a really hard task when MC gets thrown into the situation.

'Maybe a small break will help clear my head?'

He might as well just go out for a walk in the garden to get some fresh... air...

Oh? what is this?

His eyes scanned the dark envelope he'd seen wedged under the 'To burn' stack of paperwork in his desk.

This envelope wasn't here yesterday...

After confirming that the piece of paper wasn't cursed or charmed, he opened it with apprehension.

...!

This..!

• • • • •

Barbatos appeared in the office, tense as he'd heard his lord call out his name with haste.

Reading the letter shoved in front of his face by the serious Diavolo, Barbatos made a mental note to get the dungeon chambers ready.

They've got themselves a lead.

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ethansluvbot · 2 years ago

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riding ethan for the first time please!!! love your writing btw<3

CRUEL SUMMER | SUB!ETHAN LANDRY

warnings: adult content, spoilers?, rough sex, riding, unprotected sex, and smut :)

an: i just got really sick randomly? anyways, i'm so so sorry for not posting in awhile. i just started a new school and even though its the end of the year its stressful. it also didn't help that i had horrible writers block. also, I've never written smut before so i will get better at this eventually! i'm binge watching the harry potter movies while eating soup now lol.

with a ton of convincing from sam, ethan and tara you decided to volunteer for a summer camp. sure, spending you day with kids had its downs, but you enjoyed seeing ethan interact with kids.

the kids screams filled your ears as you run to pick up their messes. the sticky hair didn't help your anxiety at all. you sat next to sam with your head on her shoulder.

"how did you convince me to do this shit?"

a quick slap hit your shoulder as you let out a yelp, "no cursing, there's kids around. plus you could never say no to ethan, it looks like he's enjoying it."

"i know. he's been going on about this since january.," you know ethan was a total soft guy, he never would harm a soul. it took him awhile but he finally convinced you to help out.

you both heard footsteps approach you, a sigh came out as you saw his shoes. immediately you jump up and wrap your arms around his neck.

"thank god you're here to save me from sam, she's trying to make me actually do something." he let out a chuckle as he waved to sam.

"im here to take you away," he smirked as you smiled back at sam. you heard her softly gagging beginning to walk away.

"hey! i missed you today, it seemed like you were having fun with your cabin."

"i was! i actually taught a kid how to swim today." you grabbed on to his hand. you loved this side of ethan the soft, dorky and funny side of him to be exact.

"umm, i was wondering where you see us in the future? i know we have a little until we finish college but it's been on my mind."

"well, to be exact i see us in well paying jobs, a modern family home and hopefully kids of our own." you felt his mood shift with that. you might've not been the most kid involved person, but it was great to know you would consider the idea.

you both stepped into the cabin immediately grabbing pajamas. you felt ethans shattered breath at your neck. turning around you slinked your arms around his torso.

"can i help you?"

"god- i want to kiss you so bad right now."

you gave in to ethans innocent act, attaching both of your lips. his cold hands found his way up your back as you moaned in surprise. he hummed in pleasure, kissing down your stomach.

you flip the two of you over, "i wanted to try something new if that's fine?"

he nodded intently, he trusted you with his life and knew you wouldn't do anything to hurt either of you. he's desperate to finally get you undressed as he tugs at your pants.

"someones needy," you tease unbuttoning your jean shorts. his hands explored your body, undoing your bra and throwing it to the side. ethan was already undressed by the time you turned around.

"lay down."

he threw his head back as you pushed yourself down onto his cock. you put your hand over his mouth being careful not to arouse any suspicion.

"will you be a good boy and be quiet?" he hummed in response, "words baby."

"yes, ill be good," he let a muffeled whined out.

you let your nails scratch down his abs as you begin to move. his fingers begin to trace circles on your clit as you bounce. you were still adjusting to his size but since ethan was so eager you began to move.

"don't stop," he lets an exaggerated sigh come out of his mouth. you grab his chin making him look at you. he keeps his hands on your hips as you trail kisses down his neck.

you rested your hands on his chest helping him move you. even without him speaking he could tell he enjoyed this greatly. you felt his hand kneed at your ass.

looking down you see his glossy eyes look up at you, "aw, poor baby. are you not getting enough attention."

you were almost using him for your own pleasure, which you felt bad but, oh did it feel so good. he was getting anxious as you felt him squirming.

you felt him thrust into you a few more times. you could feel his tenseness, only meaning that he was reaching his high. leaning down you planted a kiss onto his lips.

"oh fuck- i love you."

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merlincmgirl · 3 months ago

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Threesome - Wrecker x FReader x Crosshair - NSFW

Summary: Wrecker and Crosshair love to get you alone away from the rest of their brothers.

Characters: Wrecker, Crosshair, Hunter, Echo, Tech and Omega

Pairing: Wrecker x F!Reader x Crosshair (NO clonecest)

Word Count: 8,961

Warnings: oral (male & female receiving), riding, PinV sex, Anal Sex, vaginal & anal fingering, dirty talk, fluff and smut, s-word (said only once by Cross), nipple play, double penetration.

Author's Note: This took me so long to write, my writer's block just would not leave me. I hope you all like it, I'm definitely still writing for the others in Kinktober, I know I am very late. But after focusing on my health, it's left me with little time to write.

“It’s not fair, how come Wrecker and Crosshair gets to stay behind with you” Omega complained, hanging off the back of the flight chair, as you attempted to appear exhausted and in pain.

“Sorry, Omega, I guess they drew the short straw” you apologised, genuinely feeling sorry for the young girl. But it had been nearly 27 days since the last time you had gotten any kind of intimacy with your partners. You were going to do anything it takes at this point to get them alone.

“But Wrecker and I normally buy sweets for the way back to the ship” she pouted, sighing heavily as she rested her head on the seat.

“I know Omega, how about you bring him some back for when we’re ready to head off. I’m sure he’d love that” you suggested, squeezing her shoulder as you crouched down in front of her. Making sure that you were looking at her from her height, you took her smaller hand in yours and gave it a gentle squeeze. “I also have an important job for you as well, do you think you can do that, Omega?” you told her, watching as she stood up straight and looked at you eagerly.

“I can do that!” she assured, stepping closer to you.

“Thank you, sweetheart. I need to get some Kashyyyk nuts from the market. My mother used to give them to me as a snack when I wasn’t feeling well. Do you think you can get them for me?” you asked her, smiling at the way her eyes widened in surprise. You didn’t really talk much about your family, and she had never had a typical family, so she was always eager to know more about you.

“Of course! I’ll find them for you, I promise. I’m going to tell Hunter about my mission!” Omega swore, face going stern and determined before she raced off down the ramp to where Hunter and Wrecker was unloading crates from the ship. Hunter looked up at you, obviously catching your conversation, raised an eyebrow and shook his head, turning back to listen to what Omega was telling him.

“That was cruel, sending her out to get something that you know she’ll never be able to find on this planet. Kashyyyk doesn’t export here” a voice from the cockpit stated, and you turned to see Echo leaning against the door.

“Only a little, it’ll wear her out for you while you’re gathering supplies” you agreed, wincing at the lie that you had told the young girl. “Besides, if her brothers would let me, Wrecker, and Crosshair have some alone time together, then I wouldn’t have to resort to such desperate measures” you said pointedly, tapping his chest plate as he passed you to the ramp.

“You have plenty of alone time in the bunks, we can all hear you” Echo grimaced, remembering all the times he had woken up to the sounds of pleasure before he had stuffed his pillow over his head.

Flushing, you couldn’t help but admit he was right about that. “It’s not the same though. Besides, Hunter said it was fine that they stay here” you shrugged, remembering that conversation. It had been embarrassing for the both of you.

“Partly so that he doesn’t have to deal with Crosshair’s increasingly irritating behaviour” Tech grumbled, coming out the bunks with said trooper in tow. Tech was going through the inventory that they already had, creating a list of everything they needed to get.

However your eyes fell on his brother behind him, dressed in only his blacks, a toothpick rolling in his mouth. His eyes met yours and they softened, losing that annoyance that was present in them more and more as the days dragged on.

As soon as you were in reaching distance, he wrapped his arm around your waist and tugged you into him, burying his face into your hair. “Hey kitten” he greeted quietly, keeping you as close to him as possible.

“Hey Cross” you smiled, leaning into him and taking in his soothing scent. He must have freshly showered, the smell of his body wash and shampoo was extra strong today. No wonder Hunter was off the ship.

“Please do not engage in sexual intercourse on my desk or my bunk. There are a number of delicate projects that I do not want you breaking” Tech interrupted, looking between you two but focusing his scowl on Crosshair.

“It was worth it, you should have seen the way she-” Cross smirked, squeezing your hips and watching as both Echo and Tech looked disgusted at that.

“Cross!” you hissed, slamming a hand over his mouth before he could finish that sentence. They didn’t want to know, and you certainly didn’t want them knowing.

However, you were thankfully rescued from the mortifying situation.

“Alright, we’re ready to head out. Do you need anything else while we’re gone?” Hunter announced, coming up the ramp with Wrecker and Omega behind him.

“Nothing that you can provide” Crosshair sneered, his voice dripping with annoyance that they were still here. There was a lot of snickers from his brothers and Wrecker full out laughed at that. Noticing Omega’s confused look between everyone, you subtly shoved your elbow into his ribs.

“Why? What are you going to need when we’re gone? Are you really sick?” Omega questioned, turning her concerned and confused eyes onto you.

Pushing Cross away from you so you could comfort his sister, you shook your head and gave her a warm hug. “I’m okay, Omega, I promise. Nothing that a bit of bed rest and some snacks won’t fix. I’m just feeling a bit under the weather today, Cross and Wrecker was kind enough to keep me company and help” you assured, pulling away from her to see her acceptance of your words.

“Well, now that’s sorted, we’d best be going if we want to be back before dark” Echo decided, ushering Omega and Tech down the ramp and off the ship, a hand on Omega’s shoulder and scomp on Tech’s.

“Alright, keep your comms on. I mean it this time, we won’t call, and you better not call us unless you want to scar our baby sister. But just in case, keep them on” Hunter ordered the three remaining members of his squad, looking between you all.

“Will do! Have fun!” Wrecker called, pulling you into his arms and pressing a kiss to your temple. You couldn’t help but smile, leaning back into his wonderful embrace.

Hunter stopped just before the gangway, looking back with a narrowed eyed look. “And I want this ship thoroughly cleaned before we come back!” he demanded, voice stern and full of the Sergeant tone that he used while on the battlefield.

“Yes, Sarge!” you promised, hoping he would at least believe you. It was probably an awful smell to come back to. Your brothers fucking their girlfriend over the ship and not being able to air out the ship enough for it to go before take off.

Hunter’s lips twitched into a fond smile before giving you a lazy salute and headed off to catch up with the others.

“Finally!” Crosshair growled, hand clutching at the nape of your neck and bringing you in for a rough kiss. His lips pressed against yours, grazing his teeth along your bottom lip before licking it soothingly as he pulled away.

Giggling, you turned back to Wrecker, standing on your tip toes to kiss him as well.

Wrecker let out a chuckle, wrapping his arms around your waist and picking you up, closing the distance between you as you cupped his face, deepening the kiss now that you were the same height. “Feels so good to be holding you like this, mesh’la” Wrecker’s deep, soothing voice murmured. You could feel the vibrations echo form his chest to yours from how tight you were pressed against him.

“Me too! It’s been way too long since we’ve been able to do this” you agreed, pressing your lips to his once more. He ran a hand up your spine, following the contours of your body before threading his fingers through your hair and holding you in place as his lips explored yours.

“Never thought that after a kid our sex lives would dwindle so much” Crosshair grumbled, his dark eyes observing every move you and Wrecker made with each other.

Wrecker leaned forward and whacked him in the shoulder, sending the lithe clone jolting forward. “Cut it out! You love Omega just as much as the rest of us!” Wrecker objected, shaking his head at his brother.

“Maybe even more” you added, smirk playing on your lip. Crosshair was definitely the worse one when it came to looking after Omega, he was so protective and considerate of her. Cross had been right, he was certainly worse than Hunter. “But I can’t deny that it’s been a long time since we’ve managed to get alone time. Not that I’m complaining, that little girl is worth it” you grinned, as Wrecker put you back down on the floor.

Crosshair hummed, pulling you back into him so that his chest was pressed against your back. He refused to dignify that statement with an answer. It was well known that Crosshair worried about Omega more than Hunter did, loved her just as fiercely, but he wasn’t going to admit it out loud. Not even to his lover and brother.

Sighing softly at the feel of his warmth seeping into your back, you leaned heavily against him, turning to nuzzle at his jaw. Smiling, you felt the sharp shooter relax, his arms wrapping around your waist as he pressed a kiss to your cheek. One hand slid up your loose top, his lithe fingers drawing small patterns on your stomach and hips. Grinning, you struggled not to move under his tickling touch, but you couldn’t help the small giggle that escaped you.

“You’re wearing too many clothes” his raspy voice caressed your ear and you rolled your eyes, sending a smile towards Wrecker at Crosshair’s words.

“Oh am I?” you drawled, spinning around in his arms to tug on his own shirt, “I’m wearing just as much as you.”

“She’s got you there, vod!” Wrecker agreed, hands landing on your shoulders and sliding down your back before trailing back up, beginning to massage your shoulders.

Letting out a sigh, you couldn’t help but appreciate Wrecker’s firm but relaxing touch. It had been a while since you had last had a massage and you could feel the tension bleed out of you. His thumb pressed against a particular large knot in your shoulder blade and you let out a groan, resting your head on Cross’ chest.

“Hmm, you’re so good at this Wrecker. Going to leave me in a puddle before we even start” you murmured, playing with the buttons of Cross’ shirt. You began to work them loose, exposing more of his skin to you. His body wasn’t as scarred at the others, due to the nature of his role on the squad as the sniper, but there was a particular one from a well aimed shot that always caught your attention. It was just below his left pec, a shot had glanced off his ribs luckily, but if it had been a few more inches to the right, it would have killed him. So you always laid a kiss to the scar, thanking the stars and whatever Gods or Goddesses out there that he had survived.

Crosshair grunted, cheeks heating at your attention to his scar, glad that you couldn’t see his face. It always sent warmth flooding through his body at your gentle kisses and sweet touches to the parts that many would find unattractive. He had asked you once why you did it, why you paid so much attention to the scars that littered both his and Wrecker’s body. He still remembers the sad look that had crossed your face, as you admitted that they were a reminder that they were here with you, that the universe had decided to save him and his brother for you. That night, none of you had gotten any sleep.

“We’re wasting time” Cross grumbled, pushing you away slightly so he could begin working on the clothes that kept your beautiful body away from their gazes.

“You’re in a hurry!” Wrecker teased, as his large hands landed on your waist and began to unbuckle your trousers, sliding them down your hips.

“Why am I the only one getting undressed here?!” you laughed, shimmying in Wrecker’s hands out of your trousers and kicking them away from you. Turning around, you raised an eyebrow at Wrecker and tugged on the top half of his civvie clothes. “Strip!” you ordered him, voice firm but playful.

“Yes ma’am” he saluted, hurrying to pull off his top.

You turned to Crosshair, already seeing him shrug off his shirt. Perfect, this was exactly what you wanted. Your two perfect lovers, displaying themselves for you after so long. Your lustful eyes ran over them, taking in the scars that dotted and speckled their tanned skins.

Wrecker was large, his size dwarfing you, but he always made you feel so safe. His large arms were thicker than your face, but they could pick you up and hold you close to him whenever you weren’t feeling too good or whenever you just wanted to be held by the loveable giant. His scar on the left side of his face ran down his neck and across his shoulders. It was something he was very mindful of, especially with the scar being so prominent on his face, but you loved it, reassuring him over and over that he was handsome, that you loved him and that he should be proud of how far he had come since the blast that had taken his eye and damaged his hearing. He was more than just his injury.

Crosshair was always a treat to watch as he revealed himself for you. His long, slender body was so wonderful to be pressed against. All the batch was different shapes and sizes, but Crosshair was beautiful. He had the grace and fluidity of a dancer, able to move quickly and efficiently without worrying if he was going to hit a shot. His broad shoulders and large arms weren’t as big as Wrecker’s – not many people could be – but they were just as wonderful to hold onto. They were so strong as well, capable of picking you up and hoisting you around. Carrying around his sniper gun and keeping still for hours at a time had done wonders for Cross’ body. And his eyes were so expressive, his face may be as blank as a sheet of flimsi but his eyes told everyone what he was really thinking. At least according to you, Crosshair protested that everyone else could read him so well. But they always observed you, took everything in and saved the information for later. It would have felt creepy if it wasn’t so nice to have his eyes on you.

“Like what you see?” rasped the man running through your mind.

Grinning, you reached for his hand, pulling him closer towards you. “I always like what I see when it comes to you” you assured, cupping his face and pressing a kiss to just below his eye where the tattoo stopped. Turning around, you reached up for Wrecker as well, who chuckled and relented, bending down to help you. Rewarding him, you kissed across the scars along his nose. “Both of you” you added, laying a kiss to the corner of his lips.

“So do we, mesh’la! Now come on, I want to taste you. Been thinking about it for so long!” Wrecker insisted, gripping you around your waist and flinging you onto the bed.

Giggling, you pushed yourself up, watching as he knelt on the bed, running his large, calloused hands up your legs until he gripped your thighs. Biting your lip, you gave him a nod of consent before he pushed your thighs open, spreading them wider than you would have so he could fit himself in between you. He sighed, running his nose up from your knee to your inner thigh, taking you in.

“Whose in a hurry now?” Crosshair snarked, leaning against the wall, watching the way you shivered slightly at the cool air of the marauder and the way Wrecker was touching you.

Wrecker frowned, sitting up slightly to return his brother’s barb but you quickly interrupted them. Running a hand over Wrecker’s head, you tugged him back down to his previous position. He got the memo and began laying kisses along your soft, delicate skin.

“If you can’t play nice, then we won’t play at all!” you warned the sharp shooter, reaching out to poke at his leg.

Cross snorted, climbing up onto the bed next to your head. “Keep telling yourself that, kitten” he drawled, curling a strand of your hair around his finger. He tugged it lightly before settling himself comfortably against the headboard.

From where he was sitting, you could see his cock give a twitch against his thigh as he was supporting a semi. Reaching out for him, you ran feather-light fingers up and down his shaft. Grinning, you watched as his cock gave another twitch and began hardening further.

However, what attention you were giving Crosshair soon stopped, as Wrecker pressed a kiss to your groin, his hot breath fanning over your sensitive core.

“Ready for me, mesh’la?” he asked, squeezing your knee with his large hand and angling your leg just right for him to have room to work.

“Yeah” you breathed, voice catching in your throat as Wrecker lowered his head to your apex and began pressing gentle kisses along your lower lips and folds, starting off soft first. It sent warmth curling through your body at the way he was showering you with love and affection. His left hand came up to massage and rub at your thigh, feeling the soft shiver that ran through you at his touch.

Wrecker finally stopped his gentle caresses and kisses to lick at your clit, the tip of his tongue flicking against the bud and causing you to gasp. Swirling his tongue under the hood of it, he began working his way down to your dampening folds and pushing through them, eager to get to your centre. His large hands kept rubbing and massaging your thighs, keeping them spread wide for him as he lapped at you.

“Fuck, Wreck!” you groaned, eyes sliding shut as you ran a hand over his head and down to the back of his neck, pressing him closer into you. He groaned against you, the vibrations shooting up to your clit and making it throb.

“That’s it, got to get you nice and wet for me. Won’t be able to take me otherwise” he murmured, pressing his tongue inside of you and squeezing your legs at the taste of you exploding on his tongue. “Hmm, Crosshair, you got to try this!” Wrecker insisted, lapping at your cunt while he threw your legs over his broad shoulders.

“Maybe later, I’d rather try her mouth” Crosshair hummed, his hand cupping your cheek and turning you to face him. He looked down into your wide, lust filled eyes and had to bite back a groan of his own. He really wanted you looking like that at him with your lips stretched around his cock.

Nuzzling into his hand, you caught his thump in between your lips, sliding them up and down his finger while making sure to maintain eye contact with him. You could already see how hot and frustrated he was getting, no doubt he wanted to feel you around him. Moaning around him, you flicked and curled your tongue around his thumb, giving him a demonstration of what awaited him.

“Eager, aren’t we, kitten?” he purred, pulling his thumb out of your mouth and smearing your saliva across your bottom lip. “Gonna take me in this pretty mouth?” he asked, pulling down your lip.

“Oh, please!” you gasped, as you felt Wrecker’s tongue curl around the rim of your opening. “Fuck!” you cursed, digging your heels into Wrecker’s back as he sucked one of your folds into his mouth.

Crosshair chuckled, grabbing a few pillows off Hunter’s bed and propping them up behind you so that your head was lifted. He straddled your upper body, pumping his cock a few times.

His cock was so close to you, you could feel the warmth of the sniper pressing against you, his knuckles grazing your lips as his hand worked the length of his cock. But you wanted to taste him, wanted to feel the weight of him in your mouth against your tongue. Opening your mouth and sticking out your tongue for him, you looked up at him, waiting for his next move.

“Kriff! You look so fucking hot like that” Cross hissed, pushing his length into your mouth. He couldn’t help but let out a small gasp as your tongue flicked over the head, collecting the drops of pre-cum that had started to leak out.

Moaning, you closed your eyes and sunk deeper onto his cock, making sure you hollowed your cheeks out to provide suction for him. Crosshair was of average girth but he was slightly longer than average, and you enjoyed the weight of his cock in your mouth as he began to pull out slowly so you could take a breath.

“That’s it! You’re taking me so well. You were made to suck my cock” Crosshair praised, hand reaching behind him to grip and squeeze at your breast. His long dexterous fingers played with your nipple, brushing over them gently before giving them a sharp tweak. The sound that was muffled by his cock had more blood rushing downwards.

Forcing your eyes open, you ran your hands up and down his powerful thighs, bobbing your head against him while his other hand tangled into your hair. You couldn’t help the cry that you let out as Wrecker began to suck at your clit, giving it lazy luxurious sucks before flicking his tongue across the nub quickly so that your hips bucked up into his mouth. God it felt amazing to have them both against you. Crosshair fucking into your mouth and Wrecker eating you out. It had been too long since you were able to experience just how good they could take you apart and put you back together again.

Holding your head, Crosshair began thrusting into your warm, wet mouth. He kept an beskar-clad control on himself as he felt his cock ache at how good it felt to be surrounded by you. Pinching the nipple in his hand, he let out a loud growl at the way it felt around his cock. Maker, just the thought of you taking him down your throat while his brother had you squirming and writhing on his mouth would tide him over until the next time you could all play.

The pleasure that these two were wringing from you were almost too much. Crosshair was filling your mouth, turning all thoughts to mush as he guided you along his cock, at the pace that he wanted for you. All you had to do was take him. It didn’t help that Wrecker was also distracting you, wrapping his wonderful lips around your clit and brushing his fingers against your opening. He didn’t push in, needing you to relax a little more before he opened you up properly for him. Heat raced through you, your body singing from everywhere they touched you and you couldn’t help but buck your hips into Wrecker while you took Cross further into your mouth.

You gagged a little, and he dragged you up by the hair. “Careful, kitten. I want this to be fun for all of us” he reminded, letting you take a few more breaths in before sliding his cock into your mouth once more.

Moans and cries of pleasures echoed around Crosshair’s cock as you felt your orgasm building and building from them both. Wrecker hummed against your little bundle of nerves, sending shock waves of ecstasy through you as you were shoved over the edge, no warning as Wrecker drank in your juices, moaning at the taste of your release on his tongue.

Crosshair pulled out, admiring the way your hair stuck to your forehead, the way you were panting and had such a relaxed and satisfied look spread over your face. Your body shook at the way your orgasm had washed over you, and he was careful to keep his touch light and reassuring as he ran soothing fingers up and down your arms.

Finally it became too much, and you nudged Wrecker with your feet, pushing him away from you. Taking deep lungfuls of breath, you couldn’t help but beam at them. It felt so good to finally have a release that wasn’t due to your own hand or a quickie under the blankets.

“You okay, mesh’la?” Wrecker checked in, pulling away from you and sitting on his knees. He shoved Crosshair to the side, earning a hiss of anger and a swift kick to the side in retaliation from his brother. But he didn’t seem to mind as he smiled down at you. You always looked gorgeous to him, but you were even more beautiful after having an orgasm because of him.

“I’m good, don’t think my legs work” you murmured, unable to help the giggle that escaped you at the smug and satisfied expression that spread across his face.

“Don’t worry, I’ll carry you wherever you want to go” the gentle giant promised, leaning forward to press a kiss to your sweet lips. He cupped your face in his hands, nuzzling your nose as you moaned at the taste of yourself on his lips and against his tongue. “Maybe Cross can even make you food and drinks!” Wrecker suggested, teasing his brother.

“Don’t even think about it, you’re spoiled enough!” Crosshair rolled his eyes, no real heat in his words.

Beaming, you ran your fingers up his thigh, tracing patterns along his skin, “you love spoiling me, admit it!”

Crosshair rolled his eyes, shaking his head but didn’t deny it. He did love spoiling you, you were his kitten, his princess. If he could, he’d do anything to make your day a little lighter, a littler easier to deal with. You hadn’t been brought up like the rest of his brothers and the regs, why should you have to suffer the hardships that they did. If he could spoil you and give you nice things that made you happy and comfortable then he would.

“Come on, roll her over or we’ll be giving our brothers a show” Crosshair reminded, climbing off the bed to go and reach for his box that stored all of his belongings.

Wrecker grabbed you around the waist, displaying his strength as he brought you into him before flipping you both around until he was on his back and you were plastered against his front. Grinning up at you, he ran his hands up and down your sides, leaning forward to nuzzle his nose with yours.

“Hey handsome” you breathed, enjoying the quiet oasis, just you and him and Crosshair finding your pleasure and touching each other. It was perfect.

“Hey mesh’la. I’m going to open you up for me now, okay? Need you to be nice and relaxed for me so I can get inside you” he smiled, hands sliding down your back until they reached your ass, giving them a good squeeze and tugging you up his chest slightly.

Your breath caught in your throat, just like it always did at the mere thought of Wrecker opening you up for his cock. Wrecker’s fingers were thicker than his brothers’ and capable of hurling you over the edge faster than you could think. But it was needed if you were going to take his cock, the stretch around him was always tight. Spreading your legs wider around his large frame, you gasped at the feel of your nipples brushing against his chest hair.

The bed dipped behind you, and you turned to see Crosshair holding the bottle of lube in his hand. Oh, they were going to take you together then. They must have planned this out before you had managed to grab some alone time away from the others.

Crosshair came and pressed a kiss to your shoulder, working the skin into his mouth and sucking a large bruise there. He worried the skin with his teeth, causing you to gasp before he licked over the mark soothingly. Pulling away, he littered soft, gentle kisses down your spine his hands running soothingly up and down your flanks.

Relaxing into their touches, you couldn’t help but sink into the sensations. They were always so loving to you, touch almost worshipping as they built you higher and higher until you couldn’t help but find release. You would have thought that they’d be more desperate, more demanding after the time you have had to be away from each other. But they seemed to be savouring every touch against your skin, every sound that they pulled out of you and the sight of you pressed between them.

Wrecker pulled you into a kiss, hand sliding in between your body to reach your centre. He could already feel the slick from your previous orgasm there and he eagerly collected it on his fingers, spreading it around to get you nice and wet for him. Nipping at your lip, he soothed the bite with his a slide of his tongue as he pressed one of his thick fingers inside of you.

Gasping against his mouth, you couldn’t help but feel yourself flutter around his finger. You took in a steadying breath, relaxing your muscles against him and mouthing at his chest, hoping to suck a bruise onto him to mark him as yours.

The sound of a bottle cap opening was heard behind you and you tensed up, expecting the cold drizzle of lube running down your ass. But instead, Crosshair squeezed your round globes before pressing a kiss to one of them. “Going to open you up back here for me as well, sweetheart. Think you can take both of us?” he asked, voice genuinely curious and holding no expectation. If you said no, that would be fine, they’d rework their plans.

But you wanted it so much, to be stuffed full by both of your lovers. To be able to feel them even after you had gone back to your normal routine. It had been a while since you took them both, but that didn’t mean you didn’t want to. Nodding, you pushed yourself up and twisted around to meet the sniper’s dark eyes and pulled him in for a kiss.

“Good girl, that’s it. All you’ve got to do is lie here and take what we give you” Wrecker grinned, helping you to lie back down on him. He finally began to move his finger inside of you, enjoying just how wet and hot you felt around him. He knew from experience just how amazing you’d feel around his cock.

As you sighed into Wrecker’s chest, relaxing into the gentle push in and out of your entrance, you tensed up at the feel of a lubed up finger swirling around your puckered hole. Cross swiped it around a couple of times before slowly pressing in.

“Oh!”

The sound was punched out of you at the feel of both of them pressing their explorative fingers inside of you. It felt so good. Nerves firing off and shooting pleasure through your body at their slow pace. You clung around them, muscles tensing at the intrusion as you got used to the sensation.

“Relax, or you won’t be able to take either of us” Crosshair instructed, resting a hand between your shoulder blades and pushing you further down into Wrecker’s chest.

A whine slipped out at the move, feeling pinned between them as they both began to move in tandem. Their pace matched each others, stretching you open on their fingers. As one pushed in, so did the other. Your breath was faltering at every thrust and it was all you could do to relax around them.

“That’s it mesh’la, stay nice and relaxed for us. Got to get you nice and ready for us” Wrecker encouraged, as your hips bucked down onto their hands. “Take a deep breath for me” Wrecker instructed, kissing your cheek.

You did as he said, taking in a deep lungful before it caught in your throat as both of them pushed another finger into you. The stretch from both holes had you moaning, eyes squeezing shut at the feel of them sliding in and out of you.

“Fuck! Wreck! Cross!” you cried, clenching down around them.

“Relax, kitten!” Cross growled, pinching your ass and spreading it open for him to see just how well you were taking his fingers. “Such a greedy girl!” he murmured, watching as your hole seemed to clutch and swallow his fingers with every press inside.

“Cross!” you whined, burying your face into Wrecker’s chest at the sniper’s words.

“Shh, that’s a good thing, mesh’la. Ya know you’re so pretty, right? Our pretty girl” the demolition expert praised, a chuckle rumbling through his chest at how you were hiding into him.

Even through the heat burning across your face, you nodded. Because he was right. You were theirs, and they were yours.

“Gonna have to make her cum again to take us. She’s so tight, keeps sucking us in like the greedy slut she is” Cross growled, nipping at your thigh and feeling the way you tightened around his fingers at that.

“Oh yeah! That sounds good to me!” Wrecker laughed, nodding at Crosshair. This time they slid three fingers inside of you, and you let out a cry as the way they both stretched you open, making sure that they were teasing you and getting you ready for them at the same time. Wrecker passed his thumb over your clit, beaming at the way you shivered around them. “Ohh, someone’s a little sensitive!” he boomed out, beginning to draw circles around your clit as he thrust his fingers sharply up into you.

Panting, you clutched onto his shoulders as the boys began to increase their pace, twisting and shoving inside of you without any rhythm. It left you wanting more and you couldn’t help but begin to buck into their hands, writhing against them as they curled their fingers, rubbing deliciously along your walls.

You could feel yourself getting wetter, the heat rising in you as the coil inside of you got tighter and tighter at every brush of Wrecker’s thumb against your clit and twist from Crosshair’s lithe fingers.

“That’s it mesh’la, ride our fingers. Look so good, taking us so well” Wrecker murmured in awe, his mouth coming to layer your jaw and cheeks with kisses.

With every rocking movement of your hips, you could feel your release getting closer and closer. And when Wrecker curled his fingers just right, rubbing that spot inside of you that had you seeing stars, you couldn’t help but fall over the edge. Your vision whited out as you shook around them, nails digging into whatever and whoever you could as you clutched onto them. Their names fell from your mouth in a loud cry as they continued to help you through the powerful orgasm that left you trembling.

“Hmm, good girl, that’s it. Doing so well for us, kitten” Cross’ raspy voice filled your ears as you were leant back into his chest. He withdrew his fingers from you, keeping his arms wrapped around you tightly so you wouldn’t fall back down onto Wrecker. He littered soft, open mouthed kisses along your neck, soothing you back into the land of the living after your release.

Sighing, you sunk back into the warm safety of his arms, letting your mind float at how incredible you felt. You felt boneless almost, and it was an effort to return some of Cross’ kisses as you clutched onto his forearms to keep you steady.

“Pass me the lube” Wrecker grunted, tapping Cross’ knee. As soon as the sniper passed it over, Wrecker was lubing up his cock, pumping it a few times before guiding his cock to your entrance. You were still pressing kisses to Crosshair’s jaw, nipping at the hinge before littering his faces with kisses. So when they both held you over Wrecker’s cock, you couldn’t help but moan, trying to push yourself down onto the incredible length.

“Ready, mesh’la?” he asked, hands coming to your waist and thumbs rubbing soothing circles into your hips.

“Yeah… yeah I want you” you breathed, and slowly lowered yourself down onto his cock. It was a bit of a stretch, but the way they had opened you up and the 2 orgasms had relaxed you enough so you could take him at a steady pace. When your hips met his, it was all you could do to muffle your whines, feeling so full.

Wrecker buried his head into your neck, quieting his own groans as he felt you clench around him. It was almost like you were strangling his cock. Breathing deep, he tried to take apart a proton torpedo in his mind to stop this from being over way too soon.

“Fuck! Oh fuck! Wrecker!” you cried, eyes squeezed shut as you got used to his size. Wrecker was a large man, a gentle giant, but his cock would put most men to shame. It was thicker and longer than any you had ever taken. And Crosshair normally fucked you open first to prepare you for taking Wrecker, but now, oh now you couldn’t help but feel him everywhere.

You looked down, surprised that you weren’t bulging from the way that he was pressing inside of you. You were stuffed full of him, even as he remained still. It felt like your body was just melding around him, your inner walls having no choice but to fit snugly around his hard length.

“Shh, good girl. Relax for me, need you to relax” Wrecker groaned, bringing you back down so he could press his lips against yours, swallowing your little whines and punched out noises.

It was a lot easier said than done, but you tried to force your muscles and body to relax against him, helped by the soothing strokes of Crosshair up and down your back and the way that you could feel Wrecker holding you to him.

“That’s it, mesh’la. Stay relaxed, sweetheart. Need to make sure Cross can fit” Wrecker reminded, hands stroking through your hair as he could feel your muscles fluttering around him as his cock pressed into all those good spots inside of you.

“’Kay, please move… want to feel you” you begged, biting your lip as you began to get restless atop of him.

“Thought you’d be able to feel him well enough, kitten” Cross smirked, watching the way his brother’s cock pulled out before sinking back into you. Your punched out little cry at the first thrust had his cock twitching and he had to press a hand to the base for a second to get himself back under control.

“So full! Feel him everywhere. Oh! Wrecker!” you cried, nodding your head in agreement to his smokey voice as you buried your head into Wrecker’s neck, panting as he pushed in slowly, making you feel every inch of his thick and delicious cock inside of your pussy. Every vein and bump could be felt as he entered you once more.

You were so distracted with Wrecker and how he filled you, stretching you out around his massive cock that you jolted a little when you felt the head of Crosshair’s cock nudge at your back entrance.

“Shh, kitten, relax for me” Crosshair murmured against your skin, pressing open mouth kisses along your back and shoulders as he felt you jump.

“’M okay” you mumbled, closing your eyes as you pressed back against him. However, two large hands kept your still, and you turned to pout at Wrecker beneath you.

“Sorry mesh’la, but you go at our pace. Don’t want you hurtin’ yourself!” Wrecker shook his head, sending you a small soft smile in apology. He knew how much you wanted to take Cross, but it was best if he was the one to guide his cock into your ass.

Chuckling at your whine of disapproval, Crosshair slowly pressed inside of you, mindful of how full you already were with Wrecker, and how long it had been since you had last done this together. He inched himself inside of you, paying close attention to your face and the small noises of pleasure you were letting out.

“Good girl.”

You didn’t know which one of them said it, but it made you grin at the praise. You would be their good girl, you’d take them both and let them fill you up. With every inch of Crosshair pushing into you, it felt like you were going to combust. Every nerve was firing off and you could barely breathe from the stimulation of both Wrecker and Crosshair inside of you. Your nails dug into Wrecker’s chest as you tried to take in a few deep breaths to gain some control over yourself.

When Cross was all the way inside, all three of you let out groans and grunts. Both troopers could feel the other inside, parted by a thin bit of tissue but it felt so good to be inside your wet, delicious heat. You, however, could only cling onto them as you tried to catch your breath. If you thought you felt full with just Wrecker pressed deep inside of you, adding Crosshair made you feel like you would burst. They filled you up so much it felt like there was barely enough room for you to breathe.

“Kriff, can feel how tight you are! Gotta relax sweetheart, here, lie down on me” Wrecker grunted, guiding you back down onto his chest. His large hands crept up to your head, cradling you against him.

The new position had you feeling them both from a different angle and it was all you could do to bury the noise you let out into Wrecker’s chest.

“Can we move now, kitten?” Crosshair breathed quietly into your ear, warm breath caressing you. His hands were sliding up and down your sides, soothing you into a more relaxed position. He wouldn’t move until you told him it was okay.

“Hmm, please!” you sighed, one hand sliding behind you to reach for Crosshair. Be it his hand, or his hip, or his leg, you didn’t care. You just wanted to hold him.

Crosshair seemed to understand what you wanted, as his hand threaded with yours and he held it against your hip, squeezing your fingers between his. Slowly and with great care, he pulled his cock out, watching as your hole clutched onto him, almost strangling him on the way out. Letting you take a breath in, he thrust back in with one smooth move.

You cried out, other hand coming up to clutch at Wrecker’s shoulder. It seemed to be the act that Wrecker was looking for because he began to move once more two. The pair of them started a steady and slow rhythm, getting you used to both of them being inside of you once more. They always kept you filled, when one pulled out, the other would thrust back in, making you keen and push back against them.

Wrecker’s warm hand came to cup your cheek, pulling your face up to meet his in an open mouthed kiss. It was messy and uncoordinated, your teeth clashing and lips sliding off one another but it didn’t matter. Just being pressed against him, breathing the same air was enough as your gentle giant panted against your lips.

“That’s it mesh’la, doing so well! Look how brilliant you are, taking us like this” Wrecker beamed, pulled away to nuzzle at your jaw. He grazed his teeth over the sensitive skin, bucking his hips up to you a little faster.

“Oh!” you gasped, biting your lip as you tilted your head back so he could litter your neck with more bruises and marks from him and Cross.

Not one to be left out, Crosshair began to match his brother’s pace, hips slamming into yours at a much more harder pace than when they first began. It had you shouting out their names, rocking your hips and pushing back as much as you could with how you were trapped in between them. You could only take what they were giving you.

Slender arms slid in between you before you were hauled up against Crosshair’s chest, hips pistoning into yours. The new angle of both of them had you crying out, eyes slamming shut as Wrecker thrust up into you, rubbing that spot deliciously on every buck of his hips. It also had the added benefit of Cross sinking deeper into you, short jabs resulting in you digging your nails into the soft skin on the back of his neck as you wrapped your hand around him.

“Kriff! Fucking hell!” you cursed, feeling the coil in your stomach tighten and tighten with each thrust into you. It felt amazing having them inside of you, like their cocks were carving out a space for themselves inside your fluttering channels. Nobody else could make you feel this good, nobody could even dream of it, not when you were so utterly in love with Wrecker and Crosshair.

“You close, mesh’la? Can feel you squeezing me” Wrecker grinned, hand sliding in between your bodies to gentle glide over your clit.

It had you gritting your teeth, legs twitching at the surge of pleasure the simple touch brought forth. Sparks flew from the little nub as Wrecker began to rub at it.

“Yeah she is! Kriff! Should feel how tight it is back here” Cross groaned, nipping at your ear as he slammed into you.

“Cross!” you whined, turning to press kisses along his jaw, his cheeks, wherever your lips could meet his skin.

“Think we should let her cum?” Wrecker chuckled, fingers picking up their pace as he circled your clit.

Crosshair hummed in deliberation, drawing it out just to tease you. He could feel just how close you were to cumming. Your ass was squeezing his cock like you refused to let it go, and no doubt the same was happening to your muscles as they fluttered around Wrecker. Sliding your sweat-slicked skin together, he bit softly onto your shoulder.

“I think we should” he hummed, hearing the moan of relief that you let out at them not teasing you and edging you this time. “Gonna scream for us, kitten?” he smirked, hand sliding up the valley of your chest and squeezing one of your breasts into his hands. He gave it a harsh squeeze, making you squeal and clench around the lengths slamming inside of you.

“Fuck! Yes, yes I will… just-just please let me cum!” you begged, hoping they wouldn’t draw this out. You were on the edge, you could feel just how wet and slick you were around Wrecker, feel the way you were rocking against Cross. It wouldn’t take much to throw you over the edge.

“You beg so sweetly, kitten, but I think you can do better than that” the sniper ordered, tweaking your nipple.

It was like fire shot through your body and you moaned, back arching and pressing your chest into his teasing hands. “Please, please! Need you both! Need you to make me cum, please. Want you to fill me up” you cried, clutching onto your troopers and hoping your words was enough. You were so close. They had to let you cum.

“I think that’s good enough!” Wrecker growled, dragging his cock along the spot inside of you that had you screaming out his name.

Your thighs quivered as you came around them both, release flooding through you as you shook as you fell over the edge. It was like liquid ecstasy was coursing through your brains as every nerve fired off at once.

“WRECK! CROSS!”

Crosshair growled at the way his name sounded falling from your lips. He couldn’t help but chase his own release now, giving you a few short jabs into your quivering hole before he flooded your ass with his cum. That had you letting out a little moan of pleasure as you felt warmth fill you.

Wrecker felt the fluttering of your walls around him, felt the way his cock was drenched with your release and couldn’t hold back no more. He gave another long, deep thrust before he stilled, shooting his load into your entrance and letting out a cry of your own name.

It was lucky he was so strong, because both you and Crosshair collapsed against him, all of them exhausted and boneless. He wrapped his arms around his lover and brother as much as he could, content to just stay there for a while before they would have to move.

When you had caught your breath, you pulled both of them into long, passionate kisses revelling in being able to feel the weight of them against you in post-orgasmic bliss.

“We are never waiting this long again” you insisted, grinning playfully at your troopers. You grimaced as Cross pulled his softening cock from you and Wrecker did the same, lifting you off him.

“Agreed, I’m willing to give the others a favour if they keep the kid away for an hour or two” Cross nodded, reaching for some wipes that he had left by the side in preparation for clean up. He helped guide you in between his and Wrecker’s body, taking in your body and the marks that was scattered on it by him and his brother.

“Well, I for one love having Omega around” Wrecker frowned, and you couldn’t help but rush to reassure him.

“We do too love, but I’m also glad when your brothers take her for a bit. That way we can be together. But I’m sure she’ll be home soon. So we need to be cleaning up this ship” you assured before encouraging them up. As Crosshair finished cleaning you up though, you couldn’t help but lean forward and give him a kiss. “Thank you sweetheart, now lets get going!” you ordered, stroking his cheek.

“ARGH! Do we have to?” Wrecker grumbled, grabbing a couple of wipes to clean himself up.

“Yes, unless you want to explain to Omega why our clothes are scattered everywhere and Hunter looks like he’s ready to faint every time we walk past him?” you said sweetly, amused at the thought of Hunter’s face when he came back. But it wasn’t fair on the Sergeant and the rest of his brothers. So you would do all that you could to minimise the smell when Hunter got back.

“Good point! Come on Wrecker! Get moving!” Crosshair snapped, flinging a shirt at his brother’s head.

Shaking your head at the bickering that move started, you headed to the ramp, pressing the button to open it and air out the ship. It was a start, and you quickly got to work cleaning the ship with your lovers.

By the time the others had gotten back, you were all freshly showered and dressed, the sheets had been laundered and you were currently reading a book on Wrecker’s bunk. You were leaning against the demolition expert’s chest while Cross was resting his head on your thigh, taking a nap.

“Hey! How was it? Did you get everything?” you greeted, running your fingers through Cross’ grey hair to wake him up slowly so he wouldn’t be disturbed by the others coming back.

Omega ran up to you, holding out a couple of boxes. She passed one to Wrecker before passing another one to you. Beaming, she stood by the side of the bunk, waiting for your reactions. You opened your gift and blinked in surprise.

“Kashyyyk nuts? You got them?” you breathed, surprised at how she had been able to manage to do that. It shouldn’t have been possible to get them on this planet.

“Yeah, Echo said that I might not be able to get them at the market, but Tech showed me which ones were from Kashyyyk! Apparently they had never imported them before and this was their first time! Can you believe it?” Omega explained, accepting one from the box as you offered her one.

Wrecker chuckled behind you, chest shaking beneath your back. Cross snorted, rubbing his face into your thigh for a moment before he pushed himself up to look over at you, smirk in place.

“No, I can’t believe it. Thank you Omega, you’re a wonder” you smiled, bringing the girl into your arms and giving her a grateful hug.

“Yeah! Our girl’s full of surprises!” Echo remarked, ruffling the younger clones hair as he passed.

“So is ours” Cross murmured lowly for Wrecker and I to hear. He pecked your cheek before getting off the bunk to go help the others.

“So, tell us all about the market?” Wrecker requested, squeezing both of his favourite girls into his loving arms. He shared a smile with you as you both began to listen to Omega’s retelling of the supply run.

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nathaslosthershit · 1 year ago

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After All This Time

Summary:(Part 2 to The Truth Behind it All) After years of no contact, watching as his career continues to thrive, getting a message from Charles is the last thing she had expected, but she wasn’t the only one surprised after finally reconnecting.

He had thought about this for a long time. The urge to reach out is one he had felt for years since they separated, but he could never push himself to do it. Then one day, five years later, he couldn’t take it anymore and sent her a message. Charles hadn’t thought he would be able to easily get into contact with her. Five years of silence on both sides didn’t give him much hope, so when she had answered his message hours after he sent it, he felt relieved.

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From Charles Leclerc:

Hello. It has been a long time and I know this is sudden. I understand that it might not be okay for me to be doing this, and if it isn’t I understand if you do not answer but I still wanted to try. We left off on bad terms, our relationship had gone bad quicker than I think we had thought possible. I was hoping if we could meet up, for closure if anything else. I await your reply, but know that you do not need to give me one.

All the best,

Charlie

Reply to Charles Leclerc:

Charles,

It is a surprise to hear from you, I won’t lie. But it isn’t an unwelcome one. I hope you are well! We did leave things badly and I would also like to get the chance to speak. Thank you for reaching out. I await your reply now.

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After much back and forth, the two had decided when Charles traveled to her current country of residence for a race, they would meet. It took a few months, both waiting nervously for the day to arrive. When it did, they both met at a restaurant close to her place.

The first thing he noticed when he saw her was how much more beautiful she was. She still looked the same, maybe a little more wear and tear but she wore it with this air of maturity and wisdom she didn’t have last time he had seen her. She had grown a lot in the past five years and he could tell. It was nice to see.

He also looked the same but also different. She had noticed he too had this air of confidence that was less cocky and more founded on the fact that he had achieved so much, not just that he thought he could.

“You look… beautiful.” Charles said.

“You are very handsome yourself, although I think you have enough people telling you that regularly that it probably has lost all meaning.”

“Ha, It is nice to hear it from you though. How have you been? What are you doing now?”

“Still working in my same field. I got offered a better job here though, that's why I moved. I’d ask how racing is going but I already know the answer to that.”

“You watch my races?”

“I have never missed one. Even when we had just broken up. I am so proud, Charlie.”

“I thought you’d have stopped, especially with how cruel everyone was.”

“Nothing could ruin my love for it. Though we weren’t together, I still wanted to support you.”

This made Charles tear up. And watching him tear up made her do the same. They could feel all the love they once had for each other, but it was different this time.

“Are you seeing anyone? Have you settled? It must be hard to do that when you are on the road so much.” She asked.

“Ah no. I have tried but it is hard to get people to stick around through all of it. All the good and the bad.” This made her feel guilty. She had realized long after that she had put him in a hard position. He could have fought harder for them, but she could have too.

“I am sorry, Charles. You deserve someone stronger who can get through it. I wasn’t that person but I know they are out there.” “It is okay, I promise. We both weren’t ready for everything that came our way. It wasn’t fair to either of us but I should have tried to fight harder. I am sorry too.” They were silent as they held each other’s hands, until he asked, “What about you? Have you settled down?” She couldn’t miss the hopeful tone in his voice that just broke her heart.

“Yes actually. I met someone 5 months after we broke up. Married a year later. Had two kids after that. Twins.” It almost killed her to watch as his heart broke a second time hearing this. But even as hard as it was to tell him she moved on, she couldn’t stop how her eyes would light up talking about her family.

How could he be mad when she was so happy?

“I am so happy to hear that.” He said. He was, deep down, even if it still hurt.

“My kids love watching your races. My husband says they are destined to go into motorsports, we are looking to put them into karting as soon as they are old enough. They love it.”

He laughed. The apple didn’t fall too far from the tree then. It made sense her kids would have inherited her love for the sport.

“When they are older I would be happy to invite them onto the paddock. If you are comfortable, of course.”

“They would love that! Oh, Charles, thank you.”

Conversation flowed easily after that. Two people, once so connected, catching up after all this time.

After a couple hours, she had a family to get back to, and he had a plane to catch later. He smiled the whole way home, it was a bittersweet moment. But once he got to his hotel, he let himself cry, mourn what could have been. What he didn’t know was that she was doing the same. She loved her husband with every fiber of her being. If she had the chance to do it over again she wouldn’t change a thing, too happy with her life now. But it still hurt to imagine a different version of their story, one where they stayed together.

In another universe maybe.

Taglist: @mirrorball-6, @itsjustkhaos, @janeholt3, @loloekie, @babelllllllll, @ivegotparticulartaste

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#formula 1 imagine #f1 fanfic #formula 1 x reader #charles leclerc x reader #charles leclerc imagine

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rotten-pomegranates-fics · 9 months ago

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Happy Easter! 🐇) Hiiii, in the headcanons you did about the reader who escaped for years, how long do you think it would take for the characters to trust their darling after escape attempt?

Have a wonderful day! 🫶

I will have a wonderful day(it’s 5:00 in the morning where I am) thank you

Warnings: torture

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Feitan

Feitan will never trust you again your gonna be used as a slave for the rest of your life once he gets you back

He might give you privileges like cooking or having a bed back but when he has a meeting with the troupe your chained to the wall

If you ask him for forgiveness he’s gonna straight up cackle in your face and rough you up a bit

The only reason your aloud to cook is because he wants to eat without having to make food so you do it

Shalnark

Shalnark is gonna take a while and you may start to think you got his trust back early on you didn’t he’s just tricking you into thinking that so you let your guard down

He’s gonna keep you in a dog cage until he trust you again, a big dog cage with lots of fluffy pillows and blankets but still a dog bed

He might fully treat you like a dog for a while just to humiliate you, making you beg for food and water every time you wanted some, and you gotta drink and eat it out of a bowl to

He holds a lot of stuff over your head after that, you won’t suck him off to get rid of his morning wood? Remember how nice he was when you ran away, he could have been cruel

He just uses it to guilt trip you

Phinks

Phinks folds the quickest, hearing your little cries coming from the room he locked you in is to much and he wants to hold and comfort you

He doesn’t give you all your privileges back and he’ll never fully trust you again but it’s better then nothing

He expects you to put an effort in your “relationship” now including intimate situations as well, he wants you to do stuff not just lay there and cry

Illumi

Illumi was livid when you escaped and he was livid when he found you, your never gonna get privileges or trust back

He just uses you a an incubator for his heir until he has one and after he has his fairly large family your going on birth control and your just his sex toy that he uses for stress relief

He’ll let you have a knife for cooking which he also makes you do all off

He’s gonna be hitting you a lot more as well, if he didn’t do it often before he does now

Hisoka

You don’t get privileges, you don’t even get to eat most of the time, your his personal flesh light until he forgives and stops beating you up every chance he gets but your still his personal sex doll and your only job is to warm his bed from now on

He’ll let you freely use the bathroom and eat without begging but don’t take it for granted because he can hold a grudge

If you start asking for stuff again he might beat you up to remind you of your place again so just don’t

Chrollo

You better have enjoyed your little vacation because your never gonna see the light of day again, your tied up in his basement, attached to a little bed with access to a small kitchen and a bathroom but it’s far from freedom

He’s still gonna get you pretty dresses but they are only for him to see

He’s never gonna trust you, he’s gonna hold everything over your head from now on, he got you a tight skimpy dress that you don’t even like? Your gonna have to set an alarm because he wants to wake up to a blow job to make his morning wood go down

It’s not gonna be the worst but it won’t be nearly what it was before

#chrollo smut #phinks x reader #hisoka headcanons #hisoka x reader smut #yandere chrollo #Feitan x reader #yandere feitan x reader #yandere hisoka #yandere chrollo x reader #yandere shalnark x reader #illumi x reader #yandere illumi #yandere illumi x reader

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rotten-pomegranate · 10 months ago

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(Happy Easter! 🐇) Hiiii, in the headcanons you did about the reader who escaped for years, how long do you think it would take for the characters to trust their darling after escape attempt? Have a wonderful day! 🫶

I will have a wonderful day(it’s 5:00 in the morning where I am) thank you

Warnings: torture

/|\^._.^/|\ /|\^._.^/|\ /|\^._.^/|\ /|\^._.^/|\

Feitan

Feitan will never trust you again your gonna be used as a slave for the rest of your life once he gets you back

He might give you privileges like cooking or having a bed back but when he has a meeting with the troupe your chained to the wall

If you ask him for forgiveness he’s gonna straight up cackle in your face and rough you up a bit

The only reason your aloud to cook is because he wants to eat without having to make food so you do it

Shalnark

Shalnark is gonna take a while and you may start to think you got his trust back early on you didn’t he’s just tricking you into thinking that so you let your guard down

He’s gonna keep you in a dog cage until he trust you again, a big dog cage with lots of fluffy pillows and blankets but still a dog bed

He might fully treat you like a dog for a while just to humiliate you, making you beg for food and water every time you wanted some, and you gotta drink and eat it out of a bowl to

He holds a lot of stuff over your head after that, you won’t suck him off to get rid of his morning wood? Remember how nice he was when you ran away, he could have been cruel

He just uses it to guilt trip you

Phinks

Phinks folds the quickest, hearing your little cries coming from the room he locked you in is to much and he wants to hold and comfort you

He doesn’t give you all your privileges back and he’ll never fully trust you again but it’s better then nothing

He expects you to put an effort in your “relationship” now including intimate situations as well, he wants you to do stuff not just lay there and cry

Illumi

Illumi was livid when you escaped and he was livid when he found you, your never gonna get privileges or trust back

He just uses you a an incubator for his heir until he has one and after he has his fairly large family your going on birth control and your just his sex toy that he uses for stress relief

He’ll let you have a knife for cooking which he also makes you do all off

He’s gonna be hitting you a lot more as well, if he didn’t do it often before he does now

Hisoka

He’ll let you freely use the bathroom and eat without begging but don’t take it for granted because he can hold a grudge

If you start asking for stuff again he might beat you up to remind you of your place again so just don’t

Chrollo

He’s still gonna get you pretty dresses but they are only for him to see

It’s not gonna be the worst but it won’t be nearly what it was before

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Ask Comp 07/09

Anonymous asked: also, thats pretty distinctly not vriskas handwriting (page 2196). the hell is terezi even talking about?

Terezi, for god's sake.

@manorinthewoods asked: I'd like to note that Pyralspite's eyes are either an eighth the brightness of Alternia's sun, or Pyralspite has the ability to psychically burn out people's eyes just by wanting to. Probably the former. ~LOSS (30/8/24)

I should have guessed that Vriska's cruel and unusual punishment for Terezi was yet another case of Mindfang Roleplay.

I think it's likely that Pyralspite does have some sort of ocular ability. After all, Terezi's lusus had a vision-based power, and she's probably Pyralspite's direct descendant.

@gogogoat495 asked: Say, what do you think of the reuse/mix of animation and music from Dave: Ascend to Seer: Ascend? Is it a simple callback or are there deeper parallels between the characters and story beats?

Well, they are both lead-ups to a climactic fight between 'siblings'. Other than that, though, I'm not really sure. Dave and Terezi have always got on very well, but I can't really see any direct parallels in their personal arcs.

@manorinthewoods asked: Mindfang's classism is ridiculous. This woman straight up said 'one of such middling 8lood' about someone literally one step below her on the ladder. If she were Tavros, she would be oppressing Aradia so hard. ~LOSS (29/8/24)

In Terezi's own words, she's 'a little too teal' to be considered a true highblood. I think there's a hard line of separation here, where anyone below Vriska's caste is considered a midblood at best.

In other words: to be a blueblood, you really need to be a blue-blood.

@manorinthewoods asked: Nepeta, whose handle is arsenicCatnip, uses arsenic's atomic number as a significant element of her quirk. This implies that arsenic has the same atomic number in Alternia as on Earth, which in turn means that, at the very least, the two universes likely share a periodic table. Odd, given how one has widespread psychic abilities and the other doesn't. ~LOSS (29/8/24)

I think it makes sense that Earth inherited some of its scientific concepts from Alternia. It wouldn't be the first thing we inherited!

@heliotropopause asked: TG: maybe if you kill her at least we can finally stop obsessing over her Hah! homestuck's been over for over for almost eight years now, and people are still doing vriscourse to this day. There is no escape, i'm afraid.

'Vriscourse' is kind of killing me. I'm kind of disappointed that this is my first time hearing the term, because I'd probably have been using it this whole time.

@probablyapineapple asked: im not completely caught up on reading this liveblog yet (currently up to s67) but i think youre on track to understanding these characters better than literally anyone

Well, thank you! I have, admittedly, posted some rather hot takes in the past, though. If I recall correctly, my Act 5 shipping chart was my most controversial post to date.

@bladekindeyewear asked: Back during these times in the comic, there were broad theoryposting camps advocating for both narrower and broader interpretations of Aspect domains/powers. I know you're avoiding as much outside influence as you can, but I'm wondering if maybe after the end of this Act, you could accept some community Theorydiving from around this time that could unlock more tools for you to understand hidden evidence for Aspect Stuff you might have missed? […]

I'm definitely considering something like that. Specifically, I'd love to take a look at some of the comic's early theories - ones that had already been disproven by this point in the comic. That'll allow me to get into the headspace of Homestuck's earliest theorists, without influencing my own as-yet-unproved theories.

@manorinthewoods asked: Perhaps an older Legislacerator's job is less actually trying to pursue justice, and more going through cargo cult-esque rhythms of justice, taking its trappings and trying to bring it about while having no understanding of what they're actually doing and what the meaning of their actions is. Maybe, like the Subjugglators, they're an entire social class/blood color based around a single cult? ~LOSS (28/8/24)

I think Dave was pretty on the mark when he described early legislacerators as bounty hunters. Maybe they assumed something marginally closer to an attorney's role in Alternia's modern age - but in Redglare's era, the ideal legislacerator was a violent thrill-seeker, more concerned with bloody combat than courtroom paperwork.

@violetsquare111 asked: I do wonder how big, exactly, is the multiverse in Homestuck. I guess that's a bit of a weird question if there are "infinite universes"… but infinite potential doesn't mean infinite already-existing universes, does it? For some reason I always thought of the amount of Sburb sessions/universes being fairly small, in the grand scheme of things. Less than a million, maybe. I really don't know where I got that from, and there's probably some throwaway line in the comic contradicting it, but if applicable then it's another possible explanation for how Perfect Jack would be one-of-a-kind.

It's not impossible. That would imply that the overwhelming majority of sessions are doomed to fail - but, honestly, they might be! After all, neither of the sessions we've seen so far have been unambiguously successful.

@iris-in-the-dark-world asked: i had a dream that you went from page 3703 to page 7053 in one day

You dreamt of Sally on Adderall.

@spiddermen asked: hihi i just caught up with your liveblog and im so happy to have a chance to reread hs along with you, the first time i read it was when i was like… twelve? so nine years ago? and pretty much all of it went over my head. but now im finally getting to appreciate this masterpiece and your observations are making a lot of stuff click for me as well. so its cool to finally get to understand how freaking good this story is and i cant wait to see you react to some of the crazy later stuff also i hope this doesnt trip the spoiler sensor but some of the answers to the questions you're asking are only answered in sequel material so i do really hope you'll read those, they're ignored by a lot of the fans but they're honestly really really good and i feel like you're the kind of person who would get the intended experience out of them. and psycholonials as well! everyone ignores it but it practically is homestuck (2) to me

Thank you! And yeah, we've talked a bit about this before. Cat and I had a discussion about the subject back in Act 3, and I'm well aware that this comic isn't going to answer all of my questions. Honestly, it would be pretty surprising if it did - I've been digging really deep into aspects of the comic that are clearly just meant to be background details.

As for whether I'll be dipping into Hussie's other projects, or Homestuck's non-canon material - I'm certainly going to check them out, but only time will tell whether they get the full liveblogging treatment. That said, if it addresses questions of mine that Homestuck itself doesn't elaborate on, consider my interests piqued.

@manorinthewoods submitted: I sorta skimmed Homestuck, and missed out on basically all of the Flashes going through, so I totally missed the fact that WQ wrote a romantic fanfic about herself, which is really funny. It does have a serious aspect, though - it implies something about her relationship with WK, no? I suspect they may be friendly with one another, but fate gives their relationship a bit of tragedy - as well as a bit of 'we are simultaneously both forced to be in a romantic relationship and also only being co-rulers'. Is WQ<3WK a thing? Doesn't have to be. I suspect it may be something like WQ<>WK […]

Plus, Carapacians are clones, so it's not like the Royals need to make any heirs. Really, they only need to be co-workers - but the idea that they might have a moirail-adjacent relationship is very cute.

Anonymous asked: Grimdark Rose: "Vengeance and rage are all I live for now, seeing my dead mother makes me feel nothing, I will-" John: Exists Rose: "OMG bestie hiiiiii" ~DJ

First Vriska, now Rose. It seems like John's the perfect calming influence for any out-of-control Light Player.

Anonymous asked: Not sure if you noticed, the tapestries about the kids' quests are all referencing the [S] pages with misattributed quotes associated with each kid (pages 82, 307, 444, and 2988). The quotes are, respectively, from Maxims by Francois de La Rochefoucauld, The Waste Land by T.S. Eliot, Drop It Like It's Hot by Snoop Dogg, and possibly an original piece by Hussie ending with a line from Hamlet. I don't think any of them mean anything.

The quotes might not be Hussie originals, but they definitely seem to evoke the kids' respective Quests. Dave's quote is a bit of an exception, though...

Anonymous asked: "They wait for he who would drop it while it's hot whilst the pimp's in the crib." I mean, you laugh NOW, but knowing Andrew and this comic, can you honestly say this won't end up having an incredibly important and literal meaning? @walkerbehindyou asked: Is there a quest more suited for Dave than to show up at his denizen’s (certainly the pimp of LOHAC) palace in the past and drop straight fire?

...but perhaps that means it's foreshadowing something we haven't seen yet. If Dave ends up making a Choice, I wouldn't put it past him to rap an answer to his Denizen.

@iris-in-the-dark-world asked: the soundtrack of the grimdark rose segment really gets to me. i'd highly recommend the first few songs of that album

Black Rose/Green Sun was a great song. It evoked a very different feeling than anything we've heard before, and really highlighted how alien Rose has become, now that she's been fully submerged in darkness.

@manorinthewoods asked: Ooh, here's an idea - when you do the Sahlee-and-Sally Let's Play, set it in an alternate Sburb that's based on all of your incorrect theories. Every Land has a God Tier Moon orbiting it, for instance. Would be really cool - your theoretical Sburb has a lot of super fun stuff in it. ~LOSS (12/8/24)

Oh, I like that idea. It means I can finally bring back the anti-Skaia, which is probably my favourite since-disproven theory.

Anonymous asked: I never realised that the pillow that Rose uses then is the one from her mum - well spotted :,(

A mother will do whatever is best for her children.

And a daughter will remember what was best about her mother.

Anonymous asked: So. Do you think that a Horrorterror-Boosted Rose has any chance against a First Guardian Prototyped Jack Noir? We've seen that if left alone Jack can destroy Entire Worlds and his teleporting is Nigh Instant, plus who knows how far he can go in a single teleport! […]

Dark Rose is arguably a God-Tier level threat, but we've just seen Jack one-shot a God Tier. I don't think she has a hope - there's only so many bullet-time stabbings she can take!

Anonymous asked: its really interesting to see you say that rose saying she felt mom was a sister and a mother at once made u feel like there must have been camraderie. for me, it reinforced the idea that moms parenting forced rose to act like a peer to mom when it came to her alcoholism? in the sense that moms alcoholism took her out of commission, and made it so that rose had to take care of herself in a lot of ways that a parent would, putting them on similar levels. So its interesting to see a different interpretation!

It's not impossible. To me, Rose's monologue reads as if she's trying to express her admiration of her mother. This is the first time she's admitted to having positive feelings for her guardian, and I think she's regretting that she never voiced these feelings to the woman herself, before it was too late.

That's just one reading of her words, though. I think her monologue here is meant to be ambiguous, just like the Lalonde mother-daughter relationship always was.

@manorinthewoods asked: Ooh, you're thinking of a Carapacian player, huh? That would be interesting - imagine if they go in with, like, complete knowledge of how Sburb works, so they prototype something super strong in order to buff the Ring that they then steal and equip. ~LOSS (12/8/24)

That would be interesting. Carapacians are the only species where the game can't fully compensate for the power of your race by buffing Underlings, since buffing the Underlings would also buff the Ring I'm abusing!

@skelekingfeddy asked: re: troll romance: i generally lean towards xenopsychology, mixed in with a secret 4th thing (humans can also feel troll romance), with a little dose of propaganda, and also an undercurrent of parody (because Hussie. everything has an undercurrent of parody (e.g. pretty much all the trolls are based on internet stereotypes). i COMPLETELY disagree with the notion that the quadrants are made up unhealthy bullshit. i think theres a genuine evolutionary biological origin for the quadrants if matespritship is all about Companionship, then kismesissitude is all about Competition, Rivalry, a drive to push yourself and make yourself better. both are generally healthy and beneficial in their own ways. the evolutionary basis for moirallegiance and auspisticism is the need for pacification, a better half, to prop up matespritships and kismesissitudes and keep them from being interfered with (as described in-comic). each quadrant is the result of a genuine primal, biological urge

I don't necessarily think the quadrants are fabricated, but I do think that the version of them that exists on Alternia are unhealthy more often than not, particularly when it comes to black romance. Monogamous auspisticism requires an overwhelming amount of emotional labor, all the kismesissitudes we've seen have been toxic at best, and there has to be a better way to do this.

Anonymous asked: My brother's been going through your liveblog recently and it's been fun getting to re-experience it through him, especially being reminded of all the theories you have that are shockingly accurate in very inaccurate ways. The two that come to mind are your theory that Jade was engineered in a lab (which, she kinda was, but that's not unique to her) and that John's version of Sburb is bugged (the meteors, it turns out, were a part of the game as it's meant to be played, but this whole 'tumour' thing sure isn't). Also, while I'm here, going to recommend checking out Temporal Shenanigans by Rachel Rose Mitchell, which is a gorgeous fansong about Aradia that shouldn't have any spoilsies at this point. I would also rec PhemieC's music with the caveat that many of their songs are spoilery - while most of the troll-specific ones should be alright, I'd definitely say to get someone else to go through them first to be certain. Hope you're doing well!! And I look forward to seeing more of your liveblog if and when you return to it! -Megido

Oh yeah, I was talking about how Jade was made in a lab! I'd totally forgotten about that theory.

You know, her Dreambot is actually interesting in retrospect. The bed that controls it looks suspiciously like a Quest Bed, which makes me wonder just how much Grandpa knew about Sburb's lore, and what exactly he was trying to do here.

Anonymous asked: I find it a bit funny (in good way) how aspects of your troll and human sona are kinda opposites, like life and death type of thing, sweet

Really, it's mostly just me hedging on my own Aspect. Plus, having two 'sonas lets me explore twice as much Sburb lore, allowing me to come up with two weapons, Lands, Title powers, and the like.

Within the hypothetical context of the fic, I've been thinking a lot about why there'd be two Sallys. Like, was one 'sona partially cloned from the other? If so, who was the original? Technically, the Alternian version would have existed 'first', but the existence of time travel ensures that that doesn't mean much.

@manorinthewoods asked: Rather appropriate that Rose's weapon is her Thorns. ~LOSS (10/8/24)

Ayyy!

@ipunchvampires asked: "You should understand [Rose has] been corrupted by various entities with some rather questionable motives," says Entity with Rather Questionable Motives corrupting her. Kind of the perfect Doc Scratch line, honestly.

Doc Scratch is an awful person, but he's still a funny fuck.

@heliotropopause asked: wait. is that *Guybrush Threepwood* in the boat there??? @elkian asked: At the risk of being the 88th person to say something, the troll in the dinghy is a Guybrush Threepwood cameo (using the more cartoony style from Curse Of Monkey Island etc.). Man's truly unfortunate, or maybe he's lucky for not being a focal character? XD Anonymous asked: that 'one random motherfucker on a little dinghy' is in fact, guybrush threepwood from the monkey island series, thrown in as an easter egg by one of the artists who made assets for the flash @sanctferum asked: the troll on the dinghy is Troll Gybrush Threepwood. the guest artist for that scene confirmed this on the now-defunct MSPA forums IIRC

Ahahaha. Mystery solved, I guess!

I've been wanting to play Monkey Island for some time - and now I need to, so that I can understand the true backstory of of GY'BRSH TRPWUD.

Anonymous asked: I love this section, because I think it really shows something about Dave (and Rose). Because Dave just says whatever pops into his head, when he's getting command prompts, he just repeats them uncritically. (That also supports that when he said he didn't love his Bro, it was his honest reaction) @ben-guy asked: David "Zero Filter" Strider was absolutely not ready to have thoughts beamed directly into his head by an exile lmao @krixwell asked: It's so funny to me how when thoughts are incepted into Dave's subconscious mind, they just come falling right back out his mouth at the first opportunity. Filter, what filter? Those sunglasses don't hide shit.

Reminds me of his stress-rambles from early on in the comic. The reason he wears those shades is, I think, because he is a naturally expressive person - he just doesn't want to be.

#asks #full liveblog #act 5.2

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