#emotional damage luv

[a-nice-egg-offering]

Listening to nothing was the same by hotel books and sobbing over macden tbh need to see Dennis completely break down when Mac is finally happy with someone else I want that man to cry

[remlionheart]

“You came.”

“You called.”

✧˚ · .MDNI 18+✧˚ · .

‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾ WHEWWWW. I had no idea when I first started writing this just how much it was going to suck me in. Sweet/toxic!Megumi had my brain doing fuckin' wheelies. All characters are aged up. 21+. Fem!reader x Megumi. AU where Megumi was raised by Toji and is navigating adulthood while still carrying around those old parental wounds. Hurt comfort / angst / smut. porn with a plot. praise kink girlies, this is for you. 3.6k words. super proud of this, lemme know whatcha think. luv you <3 ‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾

It’d been 4 months since the last time Megumi had seen you.

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He’d woken up in what used to be your apartment with the taste of liquor from the night before still lingering on his tongue and unwanted snippets of your latest fight still ringing in his ears. He rolled over to see you curled up on your side, as far away from him as you could possibly get while still sharing the same bed. He ran a hand over his face, regret and nausea churning in his stomach while more flashbacks of the argument that had caused the divide between you smashed through his mind.

His footsteps were heavy as he made his way into the bathroom and closed the door behind him. He turned the water up as hot as it would go before stripping out of his boxers. He wanted to sweat out the guilt he felt. Wanted to burn away the insults you’d both thrown at each other. Wanted to focus on anything else besides the way he’d made you cry.

He winced when the water made contact with his skin. It was scalding, fanning across his back with vengeance. But it was vengeance that he felt he deserved.

“Why?” His eyes closed, remembering how hard you were trying to keep yourself together despite the obvious pain that was plaguing your small body. The way your lip had quivered and the way your arms had protectively wrapped around your stomach when you looked up at him. “Why can’t you ever just tell me what’s going on with you?”

It wasn’t that he didn’t want to.

God, he wanted to. To open up. To tell you all of the fucked-up things that went on in his head. To voice his insecurities so that maybe they’d finally stop repeating on the same never-ending loop that they had been stuck on his whole life. To tell you that he didn’t think he was enough. To tell you that he was scared to lose you. That it was something he thought about nearly every day.

But it wasn’t that easy. He was only capable of doing what he knew, and he had absolutely no fucking idea how to deal with his own vulnerability. Let alone express it in a way that wasn't damaging to both of you.

Being raised by Toji had been like taking a master class in emotional avoidance and Megumi was very much his father’s prodigy.

He knew how to argue. He knew how to deflect. He knew how to win a fight. He knew how to manipulate a conversation so that he never had to say more than he wanted to. And he didn’t just know how to do these things, he excelled at them.

It was why he had always been so reserved. It was why he’d beat up all those kids in middle school just for looking at him. It was why at 21, rather than saying “I’m sorry” to resolve an ongoing issue with his girlfriend, he’d opted for, “Then fucking leave" instead.

He stepped out of the shower with red welts decorating his back and sweat dripping down his face. He wiped the steam away from the mirror to reveal blood-shot eyes as he wrapped a towel around his waist. His midnight hair was unusually straight and flat, pressed loosely against his forehead.

He let out an exhale, trading in his introspection for detachment when he heard the bathroom door open.

You observed him quietly, noting his reddened skin and his apparent discomfort at seeing you.

Your head tilted slightly, looking over his clenched jaw and the way his shoulders never truly relaxed. It hurt to see him and it hurt even worse to not see him, but as he stared back at you through hooded eyes, you realized that you had wasted so much time searching for softness in a place you’d never find it.

Megumi Fushiguro was beautifully broken. An intricate stained-glass mural that had been shattered by undeserving hands. Mesmerizing to look at but much too rigid to touch. And though he shined perfectly in the right lighting, your mangled fingertips were begging you to finally put the pieces down.

“Why are you looking at me like that?”

“It’s nothing...” You shook your head, taking in his sharp edges for what you assumed would be the last time. “You just look like him… that’s all.”

His chest tightened, a rare, visible crack forming in his usual cold demeanor as he stared back at you. He’d been able to avoid everything he didn’t want to deal with in life, everything – until he met you.

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A pint of whiskey loomed back at him from his nightstand as he ran a hand through his spiked hair, lethargically watching the ceiling fan spin above him.

His vision was hazy, his body tired from training all day. He wanted to sleep. Wanted to close his eyes and drift off for a few hours, but he knew his mind wasn’t going to grant him that mercy.

So, he drank.

Light rain tapped against his window as he held the bottle to his lips, letting a comforting burn travel down his throat while he pulled his phone out from under his pillow.

You had become a ghost in his life after that morning. A memory that he kept buried so far down, he’d almost partially convinced himself that you were actually gone. You were a late-night whisper that he’d ignore. A song on the radio that he’d immediately turn off. A stabbing, fleeting thought he’d learned to block out on his way home from work.

He had given up going to his favorite restaurants and shops in fear that you might be there. He had cut all ties with Nobara since you guys were so close, not wanting to hear anything about you. He had isolated himself to work and his apartment, not allowing himself the chance to accidentally bump into you.

He’d taken so many precautions. Did everything he possibly could to not see you. And yet, he was gradually starting to realize that maybe it’d all been in vain. That even with how much his life had changed, he was still somehow doing the exact same thing he’d done when he was with you.

After all this time, he was still running.

With one last swig, he finished off his pint and grabbed his phone again, not allotting himself enough time to backpedal.

Dialing your number was like muscle memory even with how long it'd been since he'd done it. He wasn't sure what he was going to say if you answered. He definitely wasn't sure what he was going to say tomorrow if you didn't answer. All he knew was that he was finally done avoiding you.

“Megumi…?” your voice was warm, familiar, static against his ear.

“You’re up late.”

There was a pause followed by a reluctant, “Yeah… so are you.”

He mentally kicked himself as an unsure silence settled between the two of you. He had so many things he needed to say but quickly realized that he couldn’t say any of them now that he was here.

His feelings were heavy and important and way too repressed to be spilled out over a late-night phone call. “I know it’s raining, and whatever but…” He cleared his throat. “Are you busy…?”

“Right now?” He couldn’t help but smirk at your snarky, half-hearted laugh. “I mean, it’s 1:30 in the morning. So, no. Not really.”

“Good. Come over.”

“Wait a minute, you can’t just –”

But he already had.

He ended the call, abruptly cutting off your flimsy attempt at protesting him before sending you a text with his address and standing up to dig a black t-shirt out of his closet.

His apartment was damn near spotless aside from some empty whiskey bottles littering his nightstand, but he still made compulsive laps back and forth from his bedroom to his kitchen as he threw them away and cracked a couple of windows open to let some fresh air in. It was an odd feeling, knowing that you were going to be standing in the one place that didn’t remind him of you.

He checked his phone while heading into the bathroom. You hadn't said anything, but he knew you well enough to know that you were probably only minutes away by now.

He ran contemplative fingers through his hair, making sure each spike was pointed and curled up to his satisfaction. He hated to admit it, but your words had been haunting his reflection since the morning they left your mouth. He had become painfully aware of how much his eyes, his mannerisms, his facial structure all resembled the man he didn't want to become.

His past may have already been accounted for but as he heard the knock at his front door, he finally began to see something different in the mirror that once taunted him. He watched his stare soften and his shoulders loosen. He noted how much tension his body had let go of at just the thought of you. He was about to let his guard down in the biggest way possible and instead of having a visceral reaction, he felt ready.

With one last glance at himself, he let out a decisive breath and headed down the hall. The future was in his hands and even if he did have his father's features, he knew his grasp was much steadier.

You were in an oversized grey hoodie with your hair thrown into a loose side-bun, your shorts just barely visible and your skin damp from the rain.

Neither one of you said anything, both too busy studying the person in front of you to bother with words. Your eyes trailed over him with warranted skepticism, an internal battle between logic and emotion arising the longer you looked at him.

He could see it; he could feel it - the way you wanted to trust him but couldn't.

"You came." he finally said, his voice gentler than you remembered it being.

You shrugged, almost embarrassed by your own honesty.

"You called."

The two of you exchanged the same somber smile before he nodded for you to follow him.

The smell of his cologne mixed with spring air swirled around you as you walked into his room. His walls were covered in art - framed line work, oil paintings, black and grey portraits. Everything was strategically placed and organized. His bed made neatly with white sheets and a black duvet. It was all very him.

He leaned against the wall in front of you as you took a seat on the edge of his mattress.

“How’ve you been?”

It should've been an easy question and under different circumstances, it probably would've been.

But it was late and you were on his bed and he looked beautiful and you wished he didn't and the weight of the situation was suddenly hitting you all at once.

“I've been alright.” You lied, repositioning yourself. "Just busy with classes and stuff. What about you...?"

He watched the way your fingers fidgeted with the hem of your shorts. The way you shifted your weight as you dangled one leg off of the bed and held the other against your chest.

“Quit.”

You paused, your gaze reluctantly returning to his. “Quit what?”

“Being nervous.” He pushed himself away from the wall and sat down next to you, heeding his own advice. “I just have some stuff I need to say, that's all."

You gave him a slow nod, letting go of the loose piece of thread.

His legs were spread slightly, his elbows resting on his thighs and his chin in his hands as he looked over at you. "You were right."

He had officially gained your attention with that one simple admission.

"I do need to open up more, it's just -" He took a breath, determination flickering through his eyes. "It's just fucking hard, you know? But that's not an excuse. I'm sorry. Truly. I'm sorry for everything I did to you while we were together. I should've said it the last time I saw you. I should've said it months before that. I should've just said it at least a hundred times. But I didn't, so I'm saying it now." His hand was warm as he carefully reached for yours. "I shouldn't have shut you out like I did. You're... the one person I never wanted to push away... I love you."

It felt as though all of the oxygen had been stripped from the room, your heart forgetting how to beat while you looked back at him in awe. Your thoughts were everywhere. The war of logic versus emotion still violently raging on.

His fingers laced into yours and you let them. His grasp felt safe and secure. His eyes were full of a sense of patience and vulnerability that you didn't think you'd ever seen before.

"Don't let him do this to you again." Nobara had warned you on your drive over here. "He might care about you. Hell, he might even really love you, but he doesn't know how and you can't keep making that your problem over and over again. It's not fair."

"Look..." Your breathing was uneven, your voice giving away your internal struggle no matter how hard you tried to conceal it. "I forgive you, but we... can't. I mean, we can't just keep doing this over and over. It's... not fair." It had held so much more conviction when it came from your best friend, but it was the best you could manage.

His hand disappeared from yours, wandering up to your cheek to catch tears that you didn't even realize had fallen. "Okay..." he conceded.

His tone was despondent, but his touch was soft. Light fingertips glided along your jawline, his face only centimeters apart from yours. "Then we won't."

"We won't." You repeated back to him, trying desperately to ignore the way his exhale fanned felicitously across your lips.

"Because..." You swallowed hard, watching his gaze drift carefully across your face. "We shouldn't."

He shook his head in agreement. "Absolutely shouldn't." He whispered, his hand trailing up to the back of your neck.

"And..." Emotion was putting up the fight of its life, your pupils widening as you stared back at him. "I deserve better."

"So much better." he echoed, leaning in closer, his mouth just barely grazing yours. "You deserve the fucking world."

Your body was betraying every bit of your sentiment, your breath hitching in your throat while his fingers tangled into your hair. "Megumi... you can't..."

"I'm not." his voice was like honey, his lips still ghosting yours. "All you have to do is pull away." His other hand began to slide delicately up your thigh, making it nearly impossible to focus on anything else. "Pull away and I'll walk you back to your car. We'll act like none of this ever happened."

"Megumi, please." It was a whimper. A pathetic plea that held no real merit. You weren't sure if you were begging for him to touch you or not touch you.

"I won't call you again. Won't see you again." His nails began to dig into the tenderness your inner thigh, his eyes still locked fiercely with yours. "I'll leave you alone for good this time... That's what you want, right?"

Wetness seeped between your legs as he kept on toying with the opening of your shorts. The warmth of his hand so infuriatingly close to where you wanted it and where it shouldn't be. Your already weak resolve was crumbling.

"Tell me to stop."

His forehead pressed against yours, opposite hand still holding your neck in place. "Tell me." He tried again, but all of your words had been stolen by the feeling of his palm roaming up towards your center.

With only a thin layer of fabric separating his fingers from you, he slowly began to spread you apart. If he hadn't been able to see your desperation before, he could certainly feel it now.

He watched every last bit of composure you had vanish as he started to draw soft, heavenly circles around your clit. Drowning in the little yelps and whines that you were trying so hard to bite back.

"Tell me to fucking stop."

There was suddenly no logic left in your brain. No one in control. No way to fight the way he was making you feel. You were a needy, pining mess and your body was practically groveling for him.

You finally let your lips catch his, shamelessly moaning against him while his grip tightened in your hair. "Don't -" You let out between heady breaths. "Don't stop. Please don't ever stop."

You were lost somewhere between his feral ocean eyes and the way his tongue swirled around yours.

He pulled the fabric to the side, plunging two unexpected fingers inside of you, smirking at the surprised squeal it'd gained him.

"Oh, that's my girl." He groaned, watching your eyes double in size.

Your walls were swallowing him, clenching around him shamelessly while more uncontrollable noises filled the room.

His thumb brushed against your clit, rubbing back and forth with precision as his fingers continued to slam into you. The three of them working together in perfect synchronicity. "There you go, that’s it.”

It had been so long. You knew it wouldn't take much, but you still felt pathetic when you realized you were already there. "Megumi- 'm -"

It almost caught both of you off guard how little it took. Your eyes snapped shut, your bottom lip lodged between your teeth as you soaked him. Your hips were thrusting, your pussy unapologetically dripping all over his hand while you mewled and writhed against him.

"Poor thing. Has it really been that long?"

It was somehow sweet, the way he mocked you.

His movements became more urgent, grabbing you by the waist and pulling you to your feet so that he could help you out of your clothes. Your hoodie went first, your nipples hardening as you stood in front of him.

"So fucking pretty." He praised, still sitting on the edge of the bed. His hands were warm against your waist, tugging off your shorts and underwear in one swift motion, admiring the shiny slick glistening off of your cunt.

He took a moment to look you over, quietly memorizing every inch before his own pants were tossed aside.

Your legs straddled him as he guided you on top of him, his hands placed firmly on your hips. You drew in a shallow breath, watching him rub his tip against you, wetting himself with your cum before lining his cock up with your entrance.

You slowly lowered yourself onto him, basking in that familiar, heavenly stretch he always provided you with.

“Fuuuck.”

You weren’t sure which one of you had said it, too drunk off of the way he filled you to care.

His hands were still guiding you. Uppp and dowwwnnn, not quite letting you take the full thing just yet but still giving you plenty to keep you satisfied.

You watched his reaction to the way you rode him, smiled when you noticed his eyes starting to roll back. You were grinding against him, drawing out the prettiest sounds from him with your hands clasped behind his neck.

“You’re s’fucking…” he grunted, his words suddenly harder to get out. “tight… Jesus Christ, baby. You really didn’t fuck anyone else for 4 months, did you?”

It wasn’t like you had been trying to hide it, but it was still irritating that your body sold you out before you even had the chance to have that conversation with him.

You shook your head sheepishly, a faint warmth decorating your cheeks. “Didn’t -” he was pulling you down further this time, purposefully going deeper as he watched you struggle to form a proper setence. “Didn’t - want… t- to…”

“Didn’t want anyone else inside of you, huh?” His tone was breathy, condescending almost as he continued to maneuver you to his liking. “Didn’t want anyone else to fill up this tight fucking cunt besides me, is that it baby?”

You shook your head again, this time a bit more feverishly while he continued to force your weight down onto him. Your ass now smacking against his thighs with each pump into you.

“I -” you moaned, unable to hold it together the further down you went. “I just want you. O - only you.”

He kissed you, his tongue gently parting your lips as he slowly eased you down onto his length. “I love you.” He whispered.

You tried to say it back but it was lost entirely by the way he thrusted upward without warning and slammed every last blissful inch of himself into you.

Your eyebrows knitted together, your mouth dropping open at the feeling of his tip hitting your cervix. You were a dizzy, pouty, leaky mess, looking at him with stars in your eyes as he smirked back at you. "You’re okay, baby. You can take it.”

He had you tilted at just the right angle, lined up beautifully with your g-spot. You were taking in all you could, hips hungrily rocking back and forth against him.

"You're doing so good. Just like that."

You were practically delirious, already teetering on the verge of climax when his thumb found your clit again, creating more featherlight circles and more delicious, hopeless yelps from you.

"Megumi," his name practically echoed across the room, your walls starting to smother him. "I - fuck, baby ‘m -" You tried to bury your face into his shoulder, but he wouldn't let you. His free hand was quickly under your chin, forcing your attention back on him.

"Look at me." his voice was low but thoughtful, his fingers still working relentlessly against you. "Let me fucking see it."

It was enough to break you. To have you suddenly spasming around him as you soaked him. He didn’t stop though no matter how much you squirmed against him. No matter how incredibly loud your cries became. He continued to stretch you, bullying himself into you while still teasing your clit until you were both absolutely shaking.

His lips crashed into yours, hand tangled back into your hair when you felt him start to twitch inside you, filling you up as he groaned against your mouth.

“I love you.” You whispered this time, earning an exhausted smile from him.

He tucked a piece of hair behind your ear, admiring the mess he’d made out of you before kissing you again, lavishly this time as he wrapped his arms around your waist.

It was all so natural, so right. As if no time had passed at all between you two. And maybe you were biased because of where you were currently sitting, but his once rough edges looked pretty smooth from this angle.

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[dragonnarrative-writes]

Part 5.5 - After the reward, from Simon's perspective

Slasher Handler Masterlist

NSFW under the cut.

CW: Blood, bodily fluids, genitals, aftercare and cleanup, afab reader, feminine terms used for reader

When you finally go limp in his arms, Simon pants against the back of your head for a full minute. Holding you steady as you thrashed and cried, calling his name, calling him God, had taken more out of him than he’d expected. And that was before your nails scoring across his scalp blindsided him. The pain had knocked him into the kind of orgasm that makes a man worry about cramping.

He’d like to stay buried in you forever. But that’s not very practical, so he unwraps his arm from around your neck. It takes him longer than he would ever admit to be able to brace on his shaking arms and sit back on his heels. He allows himself a moment to roll his neck and shoulders while he takes stock of the both of you.

The sheets are a mess. He’s a mess, thighs and pubic hair soaked and tacky from the way you’d squirted. You’re no better, wet and shining down your legs. Your thigh is burning hot when he pushes your legs apart to get a look at where he’d come inside you. There’s no damage to your intimate parts when he uses gentle fingers to part your swollen folds, but you are puffy and hot. Seeing you dripping with him makes him lick his lips.

Blood drips from his eyebrow to land in the curve where your ass meets your leg.

He brings a hand up to swipe at his face, amused to find just how much blood is flowing from his hairline. Head wounds always bleed so damn much. He absently wipes his blood across your back before heaving himself up to stand next to the bed.

“Fuck,” he groans, looking down at himself. Your fluids are running down his leg.

He grabs a couple of towels from the closet in the all. Gives himself a perfunctory wipe down and applies pressure to his scalp as he retrieves water from the kitchen. When he returns to the bedroom, you’re shivering, in little bursts. It’s the work of a couple of moments to lift your hips enough to spread a towel under you. Then he climbs back over you, tucking you close.

Something in his chest turns over when you make a little noise and nudge your head a little bit closer. A drop of his blood falls to the side of your mouth. He smears it over your lips with his thumb.

Ten minutes later, you give a full body shudder and whine just at the edge of his hearing. He drops the towel he’s been propping his head against and leans down a bit to look at your face. It scrunches the way he’s seen you do when your alarm goes off. Then you’re groaning, shivering your way through what would normally be a full body stretch but looks more like the worlds least effective twitch. He doesn’t fight the urge to kiss your eyebrow when your eyes open, nuzzles the top of your head to smear more of his blood on your face.

You work your mouth for a few moments, obviously searching for something profound. You settle on, “Guh-uh.”

Not for the first time, Simon finds himself helplessly charmed. “’S ‘at so?” He tilts his head to better watch the way you lick his blood from your lips. “Interestin.’”

Your face scrunches up, and you give an aborted wiggle. “Muh?”

“Made a mess of me,” Simon continues, like you’re actually talking to him. He grins at the thought of how much you’ll stammer and blush when you get a good look at the bed. You’ve undoubtedly stained the mattress. “Got a towel, but we’ll need to change the sheets.”

Your sad kitten eyes are so full of emotion. “That much?”

Simon lets himself make a soft sound and an understatement. “Surprised me.”

You surprise him again when you slur, “’M sorry. Didn’t mean to hurt you.”

So you did notice the blood. He feels his face go soft. “Go to sleep, Precious.”

You hum and shut your eyes. He thinks that’s the end of it, but one of your arms twitches and flops its way up until your hand is over his heart. “Stay.”

His blood burns. “You’ll never be rid of me, luv.”

[silent-raven13]

Don't mess with Spider-Punk's Sunflower

Green Goblin laughs out loud flying on his hoverboard, the anomaly glitching around having to throw bombs left and right. "Oh shit! He's going crazy!" Gwen shouted.

Pavtri said, "We gotta help the civilians! Those bombs are gonna hurt them!"

Miles went to use his venom strike on the enemy, before the villain was able to hit him with one of his bombs. "Ah-hahaha, take that Spider-man!"

"Arr-ahhhhhh!" Miles took the harsh hit at least using his venom strike to handle the hit, "Uhhhh!" His body weakened as he fell down.

"MILES!" Gwen and Pavtri shouted being busy from saving civilians.

Miles falling in mid-air, until a special Spider Punk came to the rescue. "Gotcha, luv!"

"Augh!" Miles winced at his hands taking damage, "I-I-I got lucky, huh?" Then he noticed a sharp deep cut on his side, "Ahh, fuck." His eyes snap back at his partner seeing how the punker remained quiet, this is worrisome!

"Shh, it's okay. Take a breather. I'll handle him! This isn't the first time I dealt with a fascist Osborn." Hobie went on top of building for his Sunflower to rest, he pressed his forehead against him. Their masks touching, then a kiss on the forehead. "Don't worry I got this, Sunflower."

"Hobie, be careful."

"Heh, careful is my middle name, darling." Spider-Punk went on the edge glaring at the Green Goblin.

"Bae, your middle name is...." His boyfriend jump off the building to fight their enemy, "Laurence." Miles finished seeing his boyfriend is pretty pissed off at the Green Goblin.

Being pissed off is one thing, but for Spider-Punk, he's enrage! Seeing an Osborn attacking his love one, not just any love one, his Sunflower had made him felt a rage he never felt before. Or rarely felt, because Spider-Punk is known to fuck shit up when he wants too!

"Ahh, another Spider-man coming to take me on? Hahaha, like what I did to your friend? You lucky I didn't blow his brains out!" The Green Goblin laughs manically in the air.

Spider-punk glaring at the enemy, all he saw was red. When the enemy launch another rocket bomb, Spider-Punk uses his electric guitar to hit it like a baseball. The rocket exploded in the air causing the Green Goblin to move upward away from the smoke, "Wha?" Then out of the smoke appears Spider-Punk's body shoot out with both his hands holding the neck of his guitar-*WAM!*

The powerful swing hit the anomaly's helmet causing to the crack leaving one eye mask completely broken. Norman Osborn's eyes wide releasing he was falling down being completely knocked out from his hoverboard. "Wha-what! AHHHHH!" He screams as he watches Spider-Punk on his hoverboard looking down at him like curiosity like what would happen if someone fell on concrete.

*THUD!* The Green Goblin's green body suit with armor landed hard on the streets having his body tumbling around till he lays as if he were dead. Letting out a low groan, he hears heavy footsteps, and chains clinging together. Quickly looking up to find Spider-Punk dragging his guitar on the pavement with metal scratches against it.

The menacing superhero had an eerie vibrance around him completely different from the Spider-man the villain knows. This one was already at it's limit with the whole cat and mouse game, especially when he hurt the other hero in black and red suit.

"Get up." The Spider-man grunts with his big beady mask staring down at him, no emotions show, but the sound of his voice is deep and daring.

Norman tries to more feeling one of his arm broken as he grunts in pain, his whole body couldn't move, a massive pain through his head. Then, heavy thick boot pressed against his abdominal with a harsh shove to making his whole body turns. His head facing the grey skies, the echos of people screaming and chaos all through the city of New York, "I said Get up, you fucking cunt!" The Spider-man demanded in a serious tone before kicking him hard.

"OOOHH! AHH!" Norman clutched his stomach feeling like the kick rupture one of his organs.

"I said fucking get up! Fight me like a damn man, you bombaclatt!" This time Spider-Punk hit his body with his guitar, with all his rage he started to beat the Green Goblin into a bloody pulp. The punker stomps on the enemies chest until he heard ribs crack, "This is what you get of fucking hurting my SUNFLOWER!"

Norman tries to fight away until he screams in pain, begging for the Spider-man to stop him. Spider-Punk didn't believe in mercy, he believes in pay back. Hurt his loved ones, he'll retrieve the same energy ten thousand folds.

In spite of anger, he grips on to his guitar being ready to bash into the Green Goblins' brains out. He done it before, what's another kill gonna do to him? "I'm gonna make you regret for hurting my Sunflower!" He swings his electric guitar with all his power causing Norman Osborn to beg in cries.

"NO, PLEASE! I HAVE A SON!!!" Norman shut his eyes getting ready for the worst, with his helmet cracks showing off his bloody face in panic.

Then Hobie stops with his eyes wide at Miguel grabbing at the neck of the guitar stopping the murder of the Green Goblin anomaly. "Enough, Brown. You done enough damage to him." Miguel said in a serious tone with his mask shifting to a glare.

"Ha, I say when I'm done!" Hobie growls at him.

"Shouldn't you worry about a specific someone... I dunno like Morales?" Miguel turns his head and points at Miles walking with his hands covering the deep wound he had being covered by a bandage Gwen is helping him.

Hobie turns his head shifting his anger into worry, "Oh! Sunflower!" He happily rushes over almost skipping to find his sweetheart, "You alright, luv?"

Miguel shook his head at the punker seeing how he swept off Miles' feet, their foreheads pressed together and kiss. Then he looks back at the Green Goblin staring in shock before passing out. "Whoa! He does not look good?" Peter came by looking at the bloody mess.

"Brown lost it."

"Pfft, and you don't? Last time I check you also kill your enemies."

"Okay but he went off the wall because Morales got-" Peter stood with one hand on his hip and the other free hand pointed at him, wagging his finger, "You know, you and him are so much alike, if it was Gabi. You would burn down the whole city." This caught off Spider-man 2099's guard. "Huh uh, stay quiet."

Hobie happily snuggles his love while Miles said, "Bae, you gotta chill. I only got cut."

"Never! Whoever hurt you will get their shit rocked, Sunflower." He nuzzle into his boyfriend's neck, inhaling his scent, "Mmm, my Sunflower." Miles can only giggle at his boyfriend being so cute.

[jinx-on-mars-19xx]

Memories Erased

(Kill Somebody Like You Part Two Chapter Five)

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Dom x Colson (Yungblud x Machine Gun Kelly)

Warnings: ABO dynamics (knots, slick, heats, mpreg), alpha serial killer/hitman Dom, omega mob boss Kells, cursing, baby fic, mentions of breastfeeding, post coital pain, flirting, past abuse, past SA, past miscarriage, mentions of medical issues, mentions of sexual health issues (past ish), the science of True Mates, sexism (against omegas), religious trauma, allusions to selling people, past familial SA, Col's dad and uncle being awful, rage, lashing out, breaking things, family emotional bonding, threats, making up, past DV (Col hitting Dom), cheering each other up, small makeout session, needy boys bonding, supporting each other, enemies to lovers ❤️‍🔥 Rating: mature

All ideas helped by @iamnotanearthlingmotherfucker 🩷

The next morning Kells woke to find himself in bed alone. It was rare but the next thing he realized explained it. He had rolled on his side at some point which meant his mate had their boy, his instincts never let him move in his sleep if he had Punk on his chest. His core twinged and a soft groan escaped him. He knew they fucked up the night before by letting themselves fuck but he hoped the damage wasn't too bad and if anything it was almost a good ache. He stretched himself out and sighed, happy to have gotten enough sleep he actually felt rested. Had their boy actually slept through the night for once or had he just stayed out through it? He'd pumped enough the day before that he was sure his lover had enough bottles to take care of the baby which was great since he still felt a little drained from letting his bitch feed.

As his senses came online he noticed a few soft noises, the rocking chair was moving and his son's little suckles. He tried not to notice how similar it was to Dom's but he couldn't stop a small laugh at the thought. “G’morning luv.” The Alpha hummed from across the room before the chair stopped and Col heard him walking over. The killer sat on the bed next to him and leaned down to kiss him hello. He sat with one ass cheek tilted up and it made the omega smirk. He couldn't put his full weight down but he didn't seem to mind.

“How bad is it?” He asked after sharing a kiss and pressing one to Punk’s forehead.

“Probably about as bad as you. I ‘eard tha' groan.” Dom made a worried face but Kells just shrugged. He was happy with all they'd done and he didn't want to worry about himself anymore. It was honestly getting exhausting being careful all the time. Doc told him to be careful about moving, and lifting, and sex, and he didn't want to. He wanted to feel like himself again.

“Mmm it's a good hurt.” He winked and made his lover smile. He adored seeing Dom feeling proud of himself. Sadly it was rare, his mate was the first to talk down about himself and normally the only, but he was working on boosting the other's ego. The Alpha smirking about his own prowess always turned the omega on. He'd even said so a few times just to try and get the man prouder.

“Still, only one of us was medically okay to. You should check wiv Doc and make sure you're good. I don't mind getting smacked up the ‘ead as long as you ain't ‘urt.” Dom teased. He'd been extra worried about his partner since Travis had accidentally let it slip that the mob boss’s body should have been too messed up to work the way it had. He didn't blame Kells for hiding his designation so long with medication but they knew now it may have done some damage. When they first got pregnant the Doctor hadn't mentioned any of that, she wanted to keep them from being scared. Since his mate's father figure had spilled the secret she finally explained the truth.

That many hormones and such a young miscarriage should have damaged his reproductive organs beyond repair. He'd stopped his heats for over a decade and ignored his core as if it didn't exist. He'd almost overdosed on hormones his body barely produced and took products that weren't FDA approved. Dominic refused to be upset about any of it, he understood more than anyone else really, but it still made him nervous they might not have such an easy next breeding and he didn't want to chance it because he couldn't keep his dick to himself. He was scared he hurt the man but Colson just looked up at him like he was silly. He hoped he was. He really really did.

They still didn't know what made them work together, Doc thought they proved the science of True Mates. It felt like too much fairy tale bullshite but she swore there were facts to back it up. It was biology, not magic. Something about their pheromones reached out to each other and clicked in a way no one else did. It was strange honestly but a mated pair could heal each other’s wounds with their spit so odd was relative he supposed. She said it was in their DNA but she was still working on figuring out what exactly it was. Dom didn't care, not really. Not as long as his family was safe and they could have more kids.

He knew he should have stopped himself the night before but he'd never been able to say no to his lover from day one. He never felt forced into anything, it just took his neurosis away to let the other man lead. Their first time? Kells needed him. Their second? The omega decided it was okay. He followed his lead like the lost puppy he was and it worked perfectly for them as long as Col was okay. He wasn't sure he could stop worrying completely until they got the go ahead from their friend and Doctor.

“Shiiiit, if it'll get that look off your face I'll call her later.” The omega grumbled and Dom smiled.

“I already texted ‘er. She said it's probably fine but if you still ‘urting tomorrow ya need to see ‘er.” He did get hit on the back of his head but it was gently with a pillow as his lover got out of bed. He knew it was coming because he'd contacted the woman himself but he knew Col better and he didn't want to bother. He never wanted to bother. It had been a fight every time they needed to see her for their baby but now the other man thought he didn't need her help anymore.

Kells wandered off to their bathroom and Dom watched him go, noticing the pink between his thighs he was sure his mate would clean up before he returned. While he was gone the Alpha focused on his son as the baby finished his breakfast and had to be gently burped. It was always a little odd for the killer, it reminded him of when he was young. Every time he fed his son he could see himself small and taking care of multiple babies almost half his size. It wasn't just his sisters but there were others around at times and sometimes he had to shake himself free of memories like cobwebs in his mind. “Someone was ‘ungry after sleeping all night. Ya might be able to drink Daddy under the table aye?” He teased as he laid their boy in his cot and patted his back gently. It wouldn't be long before the little one would need changing but for a little while he could sit down and catch up on morning news.

He sat on the bed and turned their TV on. He normally hated the news unless it was about his kills but he'd been keeping an eye to make sure nothing new had been exposed about his family. It was tiring having to be so careful all the time but he kept hoping something else would happen and they'd be old news. No such luck of course, the moment he flipped to the right channel he saw his lover’s picture. At first he thought it was a puff piece about ‘an omega boss’ until he realized someone was being interviewed and he turned the volume up. On screen were two older men talking to the interviewer about… Colson? How did they even know him?

“You have to understand, I knew early on the boy had the devil in him. He got it from his mother but I tried to raise him right. It's impossible to keep an omega good though, their instincts make them whores from day one.”

Dom felt a pit in his stomach that grew somehow wider as he heard his partner walk out of the bathroom. Col had been brushing his teeth and the brush was hanging out the corner of his mouth while he dribbled toothpaste down his chin. “What the fuck?”

“We tried to bring that boy up in the church but just like his mom before him he tried to tempt me. His uncle! We had to send him away.” The other man said and Dom felt sick. He raised the remote to turn it off but Colson held up his hand.

“So what did you do? You say you sent him away, I'm just wondering how he ended up where he is now. It's an amazing feat.” The interviewer seemed skeptical of them both and the Alpha was surprised. He hadn't realized how many people might be on their side and ready for change.

“It's not a feat- we saw him on the TV last year and we knew he was leading others into sin. He's lying to everyone and running sex clubs! How is that a good thing to you?” The first man was almost red in the face but his words triggered something in Dom's mind. Could it be…

“I think an omega knew what he had to do to run multiple successful businesses after being given a terrible start in life. Or am I wrong that you're admitting to throwing him out? Or did you sell him? You know both are illegal for an underage child, right?” The interviewer didn't let up and it made both men even angrier. They obviously thought they'd be talking to another Alpha male but no, the woman seemed to be a beta and was entirely in control of the situation. Dom liked her already.

“You say successful businesses and we say sin pits! A year ago he was on the news claiming to be an Alpha and now for possibly selling people but you say he's a hero?” The uncle ranted.

“There's no proof of that. If anything the DA is set to apologize publicly for all the trouble the government has caused and for how badly the police failed everyone in the Four Seasons that day. You mention selling people so I assume you find it wrong? Are you saying you did not in fact sell both your wife and son?” She doubled down but the rest was news to Dom and Colson both.

“Tha's gotta be a ploy cause ‘ey been in deep shite for everyfing.” The killer grumbled. He wouldn't take that apology and think they could go back to normal. It felt like a trap to get them caught.

“I did what I had to do to rid my house of sin and protect my family from those demon whores.” Dom didn't want to think of him as Col’s father but when the man spoke his lover scoffed and stormed back into the bathroom. He hated knowing how much was probably circling his mind.

“Your family? Were they not that?” The woman asked and the brothers laughed.

“Omegas were made as breeding slaves. No more, no less. Adam and Eve were Alpha and Beta. Lilith was the first omega. They're still demons to this day.” Dominic shivered at the vitriol in the man's words. He felt ill and heard his own father's words in his head. His dad was never religious about it but their views were almost the same. The man paused on screen before saying- “They're not family. My only family is my brother.”

“Then why don't you fuck each other instead of letting him rape your kid?!” The shout from Col was a shock after his quiet but in the next moment he threw their toothbrush holder across the room and just missed the TV. It broke against the wall and the pieces disappeared in the carpet. They'd need to vacuum at some point but that wasn't important now. Dom turned the television off and hopped carefully out of bed, trying to decide whether he was supposed to hug him or let him rage.

Kells was panting as he stood in the bathroom door and glared at the black screen. He couldn't look at Dom but when the crash woke his son he couldn't comfort him either. He tilted his head to instruct his mate and thankfully his Alpha got the hint, picking up their boy and trying to soothe him as Colson stalked into his closet. He just needed a moment alone. How the hell could his night go so well and his morning crash down around him so hard? He refused to let his father and uncle set him back, he was doing too well in his life.

Dom shushed their baby and rocked him gently but he paused when there was a knock on their bedroom door. It swung open before he could say anything and Collette was there with tears in her eyes. He took a breath and gestured to the closet before he left them alone to bond. He hoped this helped them make up after all she lied about but there was a chance she'd get thrown out. He took Punk to the living room where Blain was just waking up and Travis, Mod, and Tom were whispering together. He wasn't daft, they'd obviously all seen it and the only one in the dark was their other son. He didn't want him scared though so he sat next to the boy and sighed. He didn't know how to explain why his mate broke something. He was sure the smashed ceramic had jolted the kid awake.

“Is he okay?” Travis asked as he sat on the other sofa and Dom shook his head with a small shrug. He wasn't sure how to answer. The other Alpha was angry too, his eyes crimson, but he was obviously trying to control himself to help the family. The poor bloke wasn't in the best shape anyway. He was still finding his strength after his coma. “I don't know if they're in town but I think you and I should have a father-in-law and son bonding trip.”

Dom couldn't say that sounded bad but he could feel Blain's worry. “Did summat happen?” The kid yawned.

“Collette’s ex and his brother went on the news to talk about her and Cols. He called them demons and whores.” Travis explained but it obviously wasn't enough.

“Oh lovely. I been meaning to get some ‘orns. Wait… You mean the uncle who-” Blain cut himself off and Dom realized maybe it was enough to explain. The omega was off the couch and in their room before he could advise against it. He wasn't sure who he was supposed to allow around his mate right now. He just wanted to soothe his son and rewind the day.

The moment Colson saw his mother again some knot of anger towards her in his chest shattered. He saw the tears in her eyes and it broke him too and before he knew it they were hugging and crying in the middle of his closet. He was pissed at his father and uncle for even putting his name in their mouths anymore but it was worse that they knew about his family too. They'd obviously seen his story and were following it. He didn't even want to know what they thought of him having a baby. They shouldn't even be allowed to know.

“I'm so sorry they found us but you have to know Travis and I would never let them near you.” His mom soothed and he almost laughed, he was about to promise the same to her.

“Mom, I'm not a kid anymore. I can protect myself. Dom would have their eyes before they could even look at us wrong, let's be real.” He chuckled wetly.

“If he don't, I will.” A soft voice sounded from the door and Kells tried to wipe his cheeks before Blain noticed him crying. “I'm sorry, I shouldn't ‘ave interrupted but I were worried.”

“Nah kid, come on in. I'm sure there's a joke in here somewhere. Three blonde omegas walk into a closet…” Col tried to tease but his adoptive son just wrapped himself around his chest and hugged him tight. He let himself bury his nose in the kid's hair and breathed him deep. He truly smelled like family already. Comforting. Peaceful.

“I'll kill them for you. I won't let them near either of yas or Punk.” The young omega vowed and it broke Colson's heart because he wanted his children to feel protected, not protective- but he felt loved either way.

“We can't kill anyone right now. Not with the DA trying to pull this apology shit. They probably think we'll slip up thinking we aren't being watched so close. I need you to be even more careful now, okay?” He asked and the boy nodded as he stepped back. “Besides, you don't have to kill for me, we've got an attack dog.” He tried to lighten the mood.

“Ya mean the kicked puppy pouting on the couch?”

“Shit that's my fault. I basically kicked him out walking in here like I knew best. He's a good boy to give us a minute.” Collette smiled.

“Yeah well, I think he's terrified of omegas on principle. He's probably scared of me… I fucked up bad.” Kells admitted softly. Of course Dom ran off after he threw something, he'd hit his partner too recently for him to feel safe with Col’s anger. Still he'd looked at him like he'd have stayed if the omega had asked. Perfect fucking psycho.

“I'm sure whatever it is he's not scared of you. You boys love each other.” His mother soothed but Blain gave him a gentle look as if he knew. He probably did.

“He was shaking but he's probably jus’ angry. Throwing summat ain't like you hit him.” The Brit sighed but the weight of his gaze told Kells all he needed to know. Their adoptive son knew what he'd done and was keeping an eye out. Part of him was terrified the kid would hate him but Blain was more mature than that. He knew there were nuances to everything but that shouldn't be one. He vowed to start using his words when he fought his mate.

Collette looked between the boys and worried for her son but after a moment they hugged again and Kells waved them both off. He needed to finish getting dressed more than just his shorts and they needed to have a family meeting on what their next steps were. But first… “Can you take Punk and send Dom in?” He asked after them. He needed to apologize and make sure his Alpha was okay.

Dom was quiet until his older son came back and both he and Collette seemed in a better mood. Blain took the baby and pulled him to stand before pushing him in the direction of his room. “Go, mum wants ya.” Hearing him call Colson that always made him feel better but he was still apprehensive as he followed the sounds of his mate getting dressed.

The couple stared at each other when Dom got to their room and closed the door behind him. Neither wanted to say the wrong thing or hurt the other. “I'm sorry if I scared you.” The omega muttered and the killer rushed closer to hold him in his arms.

“Course not. I jus’ didn't know wha' ya needed from me. Now tha’ I know wha’ he looks like I jus’ wanna…” Dom trailed off and growled in his chest until Colson whimpered softly at being squeezed too tight.

“You can't though. We can't do shit and those assholes probably know it. They went on TV to make sure I saw them and the whole fucking world saw them. Now if they wind up dead-” The omega threw up his hands and sat down on the bed behind him as Dom let him go. More than anything he wanted to rewind to the previous night and get lost in his lover again. It was so much better than whatever the fuck was happening.

“Shite ‘appens.”

“No Dom, shite does not happen. You know they're gonna end up on Alpha's Rights channels and who fucking knows what! But no, for now we just have to ignore them. We have to let them do whatever the hell they want and we focus on keeping our family safe. But Tom needs to find out if they're in town.”

“And if they ‘ired me.” He dropped the bomb but when Kells just nodded he realized it wasn't as explosive as he worried. “You already fhought so?”

“Yeah. I figured but we couldn't chase the money back. He's probably already a part of some Alpha's Rights religious bullshit and is using them to hide. Before we met I was in the news a few times for the PR stuff, I went to a few premieres with some singer. He must have seen me on something and looked into mom and I. We figured that's what happened pretty early on.” The boss shrugged. Dom would have appreciated being told but he wouldn't get upset. He just wanted to help in any way he could.

“I wonder if he realizes the man he sent to off yas is your bitch now.” Dom grinned but it was a dark smile. He couldn't help thinking about blood and death, even if he wasn't allowed to play. Yet.

Colson smiled up at his lover and took his hand to pull him closer. As Dom followed he leaned back against the bed and kept his partner hovering close. The Alpha crawled above him, his knees on either side of Col’s hips until he was straddling his omega. “And you're a good bitch for me aren't you?” He purred against his lover's lips. Dom nodded and kissed him gently. They always distracted their darker urges with sex if they had to but their family was right on the other side of the door. They could literally still hear them all talking and the sound of their son getting fussier.

They were both tempted to ignore everything else and fall into each other, it always soothed their fears and calmed their need for causing pain. Sex kept them in check better than anything else could and since they'd just started back it was nearly impossible to say no. “Always ya good bitch.” Dominic sighed, letting his hardening cock press against Col’s. Maybe they were sore in places but definitely not there. Fingers buried in his hair to keep him close and their lips met in a hungry kiss between them.

“Absolutely not. Are you kidding me? We're all out here worried for you lot and you're trying to fuck?” It was Tom of course, the omega knew better than to let anyone else check on them when they were alone. Dom couldn't help but growl softly as he met his brother's gaze over his shoulder.

“Lock the bloody door behind yas.” He huffed but Kells just laughed under him.

“Baby no. Come on, we have shit to do.” It was frustrating for the older man as well but he could wait. He hoped. It gave them something to look forward to and keep their minds from drifting into the deeper darkness while they talked everything out. He couldn't ignore his people anymore, it wouldn't do them any good. In a way his father had just tossed down the gauntlet and he needed to find the perfect gun for a duel. Not that one was coming. Fuck he wasn't allowed to kill anyone was he?

“But-”

“Nope. Get off.”

“Tha's wha' I'm trying to do! Bloody ‘ell.” Dom teased before he nipped his lover's bottom lip. He knew being playful always cheered his partner up. He rolled his eyes as dramatically as possible and crawled off the man to help him up. Tom was giving them his best disappointed glare but it was all teasing. The photographer was happy they were doing better, the week or so after Punk was born everything had been a bit of a mess. It wasn't like he didn't notice the tension between them when it came. He just tried to be a friend to both of them.

“Everyone out. I'll make lunch. The boys are on speaker with Mod.” Tom was good at taking care of everyone but Dom just hoped his mate was ready. He hadn't really taken his role back since their son came.

Colson took a deep breath and tangled his fingers in his Alpha's so they could enter the frenzy together hand in hand. He wasn't scared of his people but there were still nerves in his stomach. The world knew he was an omega and a boss and he felt under a microscope more than ever. He knew that shouldn't bother him as long as his family had his back but was his first act back from his baby break really going to be about his fucking dad? He shouldn't even be boss again yet, he should be hiding away with his partner and child but those bastards had been fucking up his life since day one.

“We've got ‘is.” Dom whispered, squeezing his palm and smiling softly as their eyes met and he knew his psycho was right. He wasn't thirteen and broken anymore. He was quite literally the scariest omega in the world.

“Fuck yeah we do.”

Author's Note/Tags: @iamnotanearthlingmotherfucker @hollywoodxwhore @jaxbreaker @fenoy7 @cole-way-iero28 if anyone wants tagged let me know 🩷

Oh look the plot started plotting finally! I wonder how long before they interrupt with sex 🤭 I know this was an intense chapter but I think they're getting stronger together. I hope you're all enjoying it still ❤️‍🔥🖤

[agnewbones]

top 5 smosh series 👁👄👁✨️

its so wild that this ask was sent with 0 technical difficulties💖 xoxo @jovenshires

1. sword af

before i am a person, i am a dnd fan above all else!!!!!!

(and i am also a huge simp for all of them esp. for damien, shayne, and chanse)

still making my way thru this one, bc i get so overwhelmed with lust for damien dm’ing that i gotta turn it off. Listen,,,

2. baf legacy

i NEED to see a little roleplay at all times!!! shout out to the whittmores (family of all time❕❕❕) and whatever the fuck cornelius brawne got going on. let me be the beast who kills you bro gimme a lil kiss. still making my way thru this as well

3. who meme’d it

show of all time! i love spencer! shayne makes me laugh with the tearaway clothes bit every single fucking time! i just woke up in this house/i just peed blood/how’s yr penis bro!!!!!!

4. let’s do this

i think ian really shined in this format, and i also think arasha should be president now. telling on you to your mom is so fucking 5d emotional damage chess, and i think she should get to control the nuclear codes. dw about it

5. funeral roasts

i am here to see tommy serve cunt, and for everyone else to be lovingly humiliated by their dearest friends. i know what i’m looking for in “”content””, okay.

also a fun fact; this is how i got tricked into watching smosh videos— the combination of being a @tommybowefuneralattendee fan from another fandom, and my try guys playlist falling victim to the algorithym, showing me the roast.

i immediately developed a crush on damien which only grew after he said “stingussy” with his real human mouth :)

special mentions

- ex interviews: 2 shayne 2 ex, damien 2: the remix, spencer, and tommy’s episodes like oh my god???? lisabella heinz the woman you are. dio shayne my fucking beloved. jackie slayed agnes spencer so much. and i am *obsessed* with whatever tommy and amanda have got going on all the time

- eioyi but in a bad way. like i am sooo so SO fucking sorry to garrett (you are a baddie and i luv u mr. sexy in a beekeeping way) and to angela’s cat food soda banger, but i cannnotttt do gross-out food content … ive still got lasting chef josh memories haunting me /halfjoking

[achy-boo]

Tsukii's Spirit Abilities

-She is undead vessel of what? Find out~

-She can see and talk to spirits

-She was able to control them with ease but she had to watch out where she can use them

-Tsukii's emotions can also affect the spirits

-If she decided to be petty to you, then she will use the spirits to haunt you and let them be mischievous to you and/or your things

-Her UM is VERY dangerous to have due to the mental and psychological damage it can cause on her and the person she is using it against(Meaning she won't use it unless the situation REALLY calls it)

-Whenever Tsukii is free with her daily schedule as a 1st Vice Warden, she is found praying to the shrines around the property of Sapphire Lake Dorm

-She is the most dangerous with Jeanne and Night

-If you pissed her off and you tell her about your trauma, she will use it against you with her spirits

-She is very sadistic when it came to using someone's trauma against them

-Not the easiest to angry but quick to glare at the unfortunate person

-She usually found dancing with the spirits of her past loved ones and her ancestors in the woods behind NRC

-A part of the Vice Wardens and the 2nd year gang

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[quinnysnursery]

Hooowwwww was yourrrr day todayyyyy!!!!!!!!!!

honestly kinda bleh >:c

i'm gonna ramble so feel free to scroll past this >.<

last night i found out an old friend who really damaged me named her new pet after my emotional support animal who passed awhile back, and my friends and i are fairly certain it's not just "coincidence"

and today i was super stressed out and got into a scuffle with my mom which always upsets me bc i luv my mom 😭 but we're already practically over it, i just feel bad

but !! my friends and i figured out out percy jackson cabins today so that was fun c:

[dilf-din]

anyway it’s 9:20 pm, I’m in bed with a face mask on, my emotional support water bottle, and my emotional damage book (the rogue one novel)

Peace n luv on planet earth etc etc

[firstroseofspring]

hi!! for the star trek ask game please: 15, 16, and 22?

hiii! <33

15. favorite ship?

the vulcan sh'vhal class is so cool. like astronomically cool. as far as i know they only showed it on lower decks but its one of my favorites!

i love the colors and on the show they give you a look at meditation rooms and stuff like that that would be common sense to have on a vulcan ship.... luv <3

16. favorite ship? (romance)

oooh... this is tough but i got to give it to t'pol/trip they dealt me a lot of emotional damage ngl... very close runner up in uhura/spock bc of the movies! if we're talking non-canon i once read a story that featured worf/deanna/riker and it blew me away it was so good. single-handedly converted me (and of course... ur interpretations of kes/b'elanna and t'pura make me !!!!!!!!!!)

22. something canon you disagree with

oooh thats tough! i didn't care for how snw handled spock's romantic relationships. made him jakey to me

[inklingirl]

Doodled the blorbos after a long time

I luv em so much, been having a brainroot over them

Bonus ⤵️

Chihiro being a good dad and helping his son having a gay panic while Leon just gives him emotional damage

[missymurder]

i wanna make out with yr fem noiz her hairs so cute. so flippy :) also would love to hear more abt your dmmd oc i feel like i never hear abt dmmd ocs im scared to talk abt mine

HIII sorry im replying so late!!!! I'm so happy u like my fem noiz she is The gamer girl i luv her

as for my dmmd oc..............i have so many things i want to say about her but i don't want to clog ppl's screens so im gonna stick em under a cut and pray tumblr doesnt do that thing where it just shows the whole thing anyway

(be warned it is a very, very, VERY chunky read more cause i'm just gonna ramble off how much of her story I have figured out at this point)

(TL;DR: nevaeh is born on a plane, -1 leg but +1 brain injury, she gets adopted, 20 yrs later does a DNA test, finds out shes got exactly one living relative in midorijima whos 100% a criminal)

Nevaeh time!!

Was born on a plane and subsequently chucked into a busy road upon landing, but got grabbed by a pair of local punks before anyone could hit her

fall damage gave her a bad leg injury, aka "had to cut the whole leg off" bad, as well as bonking her on the head which gave her severe memory + emotional regulation issues down the line

fast forward 20-ish years, Nevaeh (named after her papa's motorcycle, but backwards) is graduated from high school but a college dropout who's living with her dads and working part time at the local bar trying to save up some money for her own place

eating dinner w her dads when her papa mentions that some guy brought in a really nice motorcycle for repair (fancy Allmate port and everything), but wouldn't say how it got damaged and didn't ask how much it'd cost. obvs a criminal but he seemed like a calm, quiet guy so it probably wouldn't hurt to do the job, but his vibe was Off

he probably gets a felon's bike every single day so nevaeh decides to use her free day to follow her papa to work and see wtf has got him so weirded out about this guy

soon as he walks in, the vibes go bad and its like the whole place gets a little weird, but nevaeh can't shake the feeling that she knows this dude?? from somewhere?? way too old to be a high school classmate, too felon-y to be a teacher, doesn't seem like he'd hit up a bar for funsies, where tf does she know him from????

he gets his bike, pays what he has to + some extra, and leaves without getting his change back. thank god for that but now nevaeh is getting pissed off cause she KNOWS him from somewhere but like everything else, she just can't remember

her papa tells her to use the back door to cool off in the alleyway before she starts breaking stuff, but on her way out, she sees Bad Vibe dude smoking a pipe and leaning on his bike while he talks on his coil (no respect for the bike?? he really is some bad news)

AYO HE'S TALKING ABOUT ARMS SMUGGLING?? nah nevaeh can't hang w this guy he's Crazy crazy

but also she really really really wants to know how tf she knows him and if she doesn't find out she'll forget later and then she'll get more pissed off cause she forgot

fuck it we ball

"omg hey u like ur bike? my papa does great work hes like soo good at it anyways have you ever been to the Casa Flora on Yui-dori?? the high school right across the street?? prison?? i'm taking ur silence as a no just let me know when i get it right"

bad dude taps out his pipe and leaves (do criminals just not have manners now??)

maybe he has one of those familiar faces but lets be honest he looks like a personified brick wall no way he'd just be Some Guy in a crowd nevaeh KNOWS HIM

.........maybe they could b related? nevaeh knows she's adopted, he's the only non-Japanese non-white person she's seen around town besides herself and her dad, and they have similar cheekbone structure......kinda.....if you squint...........

only one way to find out: DNA TEST!!!!!! she sends her dna off to a company that checks Japan, North America, and Europe (covering all the bases here) for any relatives

good news! the test found lots of relatives! bad news! they are all dead!

the company actually has her come in and explains that she has a very very very VERY rare strain of DNA found in a teeny tiny section of North America which was home to a tribe of unnamed Native Americans who were said to be antisocial and reclusive

its most notable feature is a genetic whoopsie in melanin production that makes the eyes a bright gold color, but doesn't seem to affect much else besides maybe a higher chance of skin cancer??

unfortunately, the tribe was wiped out by a group of nationalist terrorists, and nevaeh most likely ended up in Japan because Toue's corporation swooped in to save her remaining family and bring them to Midorijima for treatment--that being said, all of them succumbed to their injuries and died within a few months

she must have gotten lost during the transportation process and was super duper lucky to have minor injuries

(obviously not what happened, but the sudden and violent destruction of an entire village doesn't just get Ignored in a world where social media exists, toue had to cover his ass somehow)

there's only one relative left whose name, age, gender, and living status are unknown, so there's a good chance that they're dead, too, but the company agrees to give Nevaeh whatever genetic information they have on this individual and hopefully she can use it to do some research on her own

its not very specific but she has a few tidbits that might help, namely that they're 42.5% Unknown Native American and 45.7% African-American (similar genetic makeup, so maybe some shared features), higher chance of being a smoker, and very likely to have a mood/personality disorder

.........hey wait a second

[radicalrascals]

The Repenting Sinner

Original Character | FC: John Simm | formerly on spellsandpixiedust

Threads | Headcanons | Aesthetics | Open Starters

NAME: Liam Talbot

AGE: in his 40s

SPECIES: human mage

PROFESSION: mage-for-hire | formerly: petty criminal

Short Bio

Liam is a self-taught magic user, who discovered his abilities when he was thirteen years old. In want for a proper mentor, Liam turned to books and soon to summoning demons, losing his soul to Hell only a year into practising magic. He ran away from home at seventeen and eventually became addicted to using blood magic. On a constant hunt for the next big magic kick he indulged in terrible rites over the years, although once he understood the dimensions of the collateral damage he'd caused, Liam went cold turkey in his mid-thirties and vowed to become a better person.

Liam has since found a way to repent in the form of offering his service as some sort of mage for hire. He’ll work as a private investigator, bodyguard or counsellor and offers his help to those in need, even if it means he has to face the (sometimes literal) demons of his past.

Relationships

Tisha Whileaway > [Tag]

Ingvar > [Tag]

Ben Hernandez > [Tag]

Playlist

Wrong by Depeche Mode from Sounds of the Universe (2009)

Begging You by The Stone Roses from Second Coming (1994)

Never Had No One Ever by The Smiths from The Queen Is Dead (1986)

Dancing With Myself by Generation X from Kiss Me Deadly (1981)

Kinda I Want To by Nine Inch Nails from Pretty Hate Machine (1989)

Detailed Profile

FULL NAME: William Donovan Talbot

KNOWN AS: Liam Talbot, Totentänzer

NICKNAMES: Liam, Billy

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SPECIES: human mage

RESIDENCE: London, UK | happy to travel anywhere

PROFESSION: mage for hire | formerly: petty criminal

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AGE: in his 40s

DATE OF BIRTH: July 7

PLACE OF BIRTH: Manchester, UK

NATIONALITY: British (of German decent)

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PARENTS: Johanna Luisa Talbot & unknown father

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FACE CLAIM: John Simm

HEIGHT: 5ft 7 (1.75m)

NOTABLE FEATURES: various scarred over cuts on his arms from practising blood magic, the sigil of the demon Ba'al Berith on his left shoulder - both things he''s deeply ashamed of and attempts to hide under his clothes

STYLE: Usually Liam prefers to dress in comfortable clothing, such as (often oversized) hooded sweatshirts and jeans. He has a tendency to steal other people's clothing, especially from a significant other or hook-up. He only ever buys his bandshirts, but those are prized possessions. Liam won’t admit it, but he needs glasses for reading, so he can be spotted with his brainy specs every once in a while.

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LANGUAGES: English (native), German (fluent) , Latin (fluent)

SPEECH MANNERISM: His Manc accent gets thicker the more irate, tired or drunk he becomes. Can't string a sentence together without using at least one cuss word. Speaks fluent sarcasm. Uses "mate" and "luv" as neutral terms to address someone.

STRENGTHS: gifted musician, extremely talented mage, experienced burglar

WEAKNESSES: can only work magic through his voice, hot-headed and erratic trouble-magnet, overly emotional, "you can't leave me if I leave first" level abandonment issues, hides his insecurities behind a big mouth, attention span of a squirrel on crack

INTERESTS: music (playing guitar & attending concerts), fucking around with magic

VICES: smokes and drinks on a regular basis, can't function without coffee, enjoys being a provocative little shit without even trying, incredibly petty and vengeful

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NSFW

Liam is romantically and sexually attracted to men, looking for a partner who is about as much of an arsehole as he is, often opting for a lot worse. He dates men who are around his age or older, and who can meet eye-to-eye with his brattiness. He's anything but submissive and he needs a partner who is equally dominant, revelling in a constant power shift.

Bonus points for muses with the following face claims: David Tennant, Philip Glenister, David Morrissey, Liam Cunningham

[babystrcandy]

Matilda has caused such emotional damage to me that whenever I hear Yoongi's 'bad, bad girl' part in Boy in Luv I instantly go 😳🫣🥵But fr, it's been five days since I finished the fic and I still can't get over it😭

PLSSS I can relate 🙈 his voice always does things to me also gah thank you for coming along on the journey! I enjoyed all your feedback boo!! 🥹❤️ I’ll hopefully continue writing drabbles for them

[jademight]

Bruce’s ‘I could choke the life out of you and not change a shade’ line from AoU continues to live in my head rent free

[maccaillte]

(rescue) !

In regards to… ||Accepting|| @erregent

(rescue) - for your muse to rescue mine from danger

Sometimes Seven had to be used as a decoy.

With their striking resemblance to Connor the DPD could use that to their advantage, Connor wasn’t a fan of sending the older android anywhere out into the field when they were fragile and couldn’t defend themselves but Seven wanted to help.

Ever since androids gained their sentience and rights, Red Ice became even more illegal than before with now a staple ingredient only being sold to androids. Thirium was being harvested from androids kidnapped off the streets. Connor and Anderson were quick to start investigating, word spread through the criminal underworld and the Red Ice syndicate went quiet.

Higher up suggested if they ‘captured’ the alleged android detective they would continue work but that ran the risk of Seven being used for thirium. Everyone was arguing on what to do but ultimately Seven had a say and they said yes, they’ll be used as bait instead to draw some of the Red Ice dealers out.

Anybody close with Seven didn’t like this but the RK700 was determined to be of use in stopping anymore androids from being kidnapped, killed and drained.

After calculated planning Seven was sent to the more frequent place androids were being picked off the street. Given the importance of this case all high ranking officers were on board including Gavin. Seven was dressed in Connor’s old Cyberlife uniform to make it obvious who they were. Officers were staked out in cars with the windows tinted not to see inside.

Now they waited.

Seven walked down the street some officers were trailing behind them or in front, Gavin being one of them. A large manually driven van came to life where it was parked down a side street and started to follow Seven, they tried to not shake as the van suddenly pulled to a stop and Seven heard people coming out.

Every instinct in Seven screamed at them to give up, to roll over and let this happen but no they had to put up a fight and allow the officers to come in. Seven turned around suddenly startling the men who thought they could get the drop of them but they advanced on Seven. The android dodged out of the grip of one of them before a large man came from behind Seven.

Seven didn’t have time to register what was happening when a sickening crack was heard. Errors flooded Seven’s vision that damage had occurred on their right temple, the skin deactivated as a spiderweb of white plastic oozing with thirium was revealed. Somebody kicked at Seven’s legs and they fell to the ground on their back and panic shot through them.

They were in danger, they were back in that house, they were being attacked by that deviant.

Seven screamed and the man who hit them with the pipe was aiming for another blow to their throat when DPD officers rushed in guns aimed at the criminals. Except the one with the pipe hoisted Seven up and drew a gun from the back of his shirt aiming it at Seven’s head. He didn’t even get a second to make demands before the butt of a hand gun hit him in the back of the head but it didn’t knock him out. He turned and his face was met with a fist that made him loosen his grip on Seven who fell weakly to the pavement. Gavin and a few others took the man down as Connor rushed to Seven who was regressing into a panic attack clawing furiously at their damaged arm to get the ‘deviant attacking’ them to stop.

The RK800 tried to get his predecessor to stop injuring themselves, that they weren’t being attacked. Gavin had loudly asked what the hell was wrong with Seven and that seemed to snap them out of their panic for a moment.

“G-G-g-GG-Gavin!? WwwWWwwWwwwwwWHHHhhehehehbehere arrrreee yyyyYyyyoUEUE?!” 

Seven was desperately trying to find the one person they registered in their panic, the one person they knew would keep them safe.