#he was always a good person when i was a child. as i was an adult a little less so but thats how it goes right? and old people are like tha
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Imagine if a person with PTSD had a bad dream and as a result of that dream, built up a cache of weapons. Then kept messing with one of the weapons that happened to be highly explosive. The weapon expoded, and the explosion destroyed his entire apartment block, killing everyone in it.
Guess what? He's still gonna be held responsible for what he did! PTSD is not a "get out of jail free" card.
Imagine if a person who ran a company which produced highly dangerous products was taking drugs, and as a result that they let health and safety standards slip. This results in major accident happened in their company which killed people.
Guess what? He's still gonna be held responsible, because taking drugs is not a get-out-of jail free card. In fact, a person in a position of responisibility knowingly taking drugs is going to be held more responsible because they knew those drugs could impact their capacity to make rational descisions, and still chose to take them.
If a person went out and killed a ton of people to "protect their family", they are still a mass murderer. If a person joined a terrorist organization to "stop their loved ones dying" they still joined a terrorist organization.
Tony's "good intentions" are an excuse. Thanos said he was trying to prevent the next masss extinction event. HYDRA said they were bringing peace and freedom to the world. If a person does something bad which causes mass death with good intentions, it does not make what they did good.
And no, Tony wasn't groomed. Iron Man 1 makes it very clear TOny knew what his father did, he was proud of it. He explicity cited his father's words to justify weapons manufacturing. "My father said the man with the biggest stick wins the fight"
Tony is 38 in Iron man
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He is not a little child who had no idea what he was doing. He's a genius who is more than smart enough to know what missiles and bombs do.
He is a grown-ass adult who is more than capable of running a company.
Just because Tony died doing the first decent thing he ever did in his life, it does not exonerate him of all the damage and death that he caused before. It does not erase his support of fascists and authoritarian war criminals. it does not exonerate him of building weapon after weapon which repeatedly killed innocents. EDITH, the Iron Legion, Ultron.
It always amuses me how Tony fans try to use "trauma" as an excuse for Tony's actions when every single member of the Avengers team have PTSD, as do various other characters in the MCU. Yet not of them act like fuckwits and build WMDs every time they have a flashback. Bucky has PTSD: but if Bucky fans used PTSD as an excuse for everything he did, imagine the screeching.
But isn't it funny.... Bucky was a literal Prisoner of War, forced against his will and with his mind literally scrambled beyond recognition to kill Tony's parents. Literally captured, tortured and hypnotized into it. (The very things they use to excuse Tony's weapons manufacturing....)
Yet Tony fans still say that he was "100% responsible" and "his body did it" and therefore he deserves to die. (Tony's body built Ultron so I guess he's responsible too, by the same standards....)?
They don't blame the HYDRA handlers who planned the operation. They don't blame the person who told them about Stark's serum (which may well have been Stane) They blame the weapon who had no control, agency or capacity to make a choice being used by others for their ends.
They then have the audacity to tell you Tony was justified in trying to murder the man who he *knew* wasn't in control because he had hurt feelsies. (and of course Bucky is not deserving of redemption or a second chance because "he killed people"- as though Natasha, Clint and Tony didn't). All the while demanding that you forgive and forget Tony's destructive actions on the grounds that he "was trying to protect people" when he crushed women and children to death.
The selfsame Tony fans will then look you in the eye and tell you that because Tony had trauma and good intentions he is not to blame for doing things which caused millions of deaths. Even though he had a choice, agency and free will all the way.
Tony fans do not even have the self-awareness to comprehend their own double standards and hypocrisy/. All because they cannot bear the thought of Tony Sftark having flaws and being held responsible for the shit he did.
everyone always focuses on Sokovia and Ultron and Tony's involvement but no one ever thinks about how Bruce was also involved completely because they're both scientists. no one thinks about Wanda purposefully going in and digging in Tony's head, amplifying his PTSD and putting visions of all his friends dead in his head with the intent of making Tony create Ultron
Everyone always focuses on blaming Tony for the bomb that killed Wanda's parents but no one thinks about Tony being so shit faced he couldn't see straight at that time bec he was so deep in self-medicating his trauma that he could not even run his company and that it was Obidiah Stane that was the one in charge of the company and illegally selling the weapons that killed her parents
Everyone focuses on Tony selling weapons in the first movie but no one thinks about how it was Howard Starks company and that Tony was groomed from birth to run it and that he had tried multiple times to make something else of the company but was constantly shut down with guilt tripping until he was kidnapped and he forced the manufacturing to end
Everyone focuses on Tony being "conceited" and "arrogant" and not "caring about anyone but himself" but no one thinks about how every single action he makes in his movies are about protecting the people he loves and cares for. His biggest fear is his friends- not himself- dying. he goes into every battle he's in fully prepared to die and does make the sacrifice play many many times
everyone always focuses on what Tony did wrong, but no one thinks about how much he has grown and how he spends every single waking moment trying to be a better and better man who cares so deeply about everyone and is trying to protect everyone the only way he knows how- and that is with the brain and intellect that had been the only thing about Tony that was ever praised about
#bucky barnes defense squad#anti tony stark#mcu meta#captain america#mcu double standards#tony stans do not even realize how hypocritical they are#also using mental health as an excuse for bad behaviour#bucky barnes#tony.is.an.authoritarian#tony is responsible for his actions#this should not be a controversial idea#and no he wasn't “groomed”#he knew what his father did#he was proud of it#he bragged about it#even in his second movie he's like “I am your nuclear detterent”#this constant infantilization of a grown man#mcu salt
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thanos headcanons (n)sfw ۶ৎ
warnings: smut, jealousy, sensory deprivation, bdsm mention (they don’t actually perform anything of the sort), fingering, oral (f receiving), public fingering lol, tease, edging, overstimulation, manhandling aaanndd thats all!
𖦹 really unpopular opinion (or so bc i’ve never seen anyone really talk about it) but i feel like he’d be really protective 😭 for example; if you two were on a date, rather than sitting across from you, he’d be next to you so it’s more obvious you two are together etc.
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𖦹 in the games, he’s very silly and childish and that doesn’t change with you at all. he’s the same goofy person you know, but he will always make sure he gets babied by you lol it’s like healing his inner child.
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𖦹 will absolutely spoil you if ever he finally voted x (which he would never do but its a headcanon) he’d buy you luxury bags, limited edition jewelry… literally everything you’d look absolutely gorgeous in.
“baby what about this one? this looks cute on you!”
“subong-ah.. that’s $350.?”
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𖦹 never lets his friends near you lmao 😭😭 nam-gyu would just be talking to you for help with something and he’d butt in and give him advice instead LOOL
“hey, so i was thinking maybe this color would look nicer—”
“looks like shit. absolutely not. go away.”
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𖦹 definitely the “i know you can, but let me” kind of guy. you could be baking a cake for se-mi’s birthday and then suddenly you look beside you and thanos is putting on a purple apron and cracking eggs for him to whisk up afterward.
“thanos, i can do it myself—”
“i know, but i want to do it with you. so teach me how to do this so next time i can help you better.”
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𖦹 okay so he’s a very unserious person, but if you were in a vulnerable state, he will always be there to embrace you. he’d rock you in his arms and let you get his shirt all wet bc he loves you and he can’t stand seeing you cry ☹️
“shh, it’s okay. i’m here. i’ll always be here for you.”
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𖦹 an absolute sweetheart to you in public, fucks you like you’re his slut in private. the things he would do to you oh my goodness 😭 definitely the type to manhandle you, esp when ure being bratty
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𖦹 loves to edge & overstimulate you lmfao he thinks you squriming and moaning for him is absolutely theatrical 😭
“fuck. subong—”
“what’s wrong baby? need to cum that bad?”
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𖦹 isn’t the biggest fan of bdsm bc you’re his princess and he’d never want you to feel otherwise BUT this man would def be into sensory deprivation 😭 if you’re asking to be fucked HARD, he won’t hold back and will make sure a blindfold is on and your hands are tied to the bed frame so you can’t touch him at all
“you’re so pretty like this, baby. i could listen to your moans all night. yeah? you want that? want me to fuck your cute pussy until morning? hmm?”
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𖦹 thanos can be both a soft dom or a hard dom. it just really depends on his mood. if you managed to piss him off by flirting with other guys to pique his jealousy? you won’t be seeing the light of day. if you’re both exhausted and in need of relief? he’ll take care of you so well.
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𖦹 the absolute MASTER of fingering & eating u out. you are an independent, iconic woman and yet you become the biggest pillow princess around that man. if you were at a restaurant? best believe his hands are on your thigh, slowly hiking up towards your core until he slips in a few fingers into your hole.
“they’re going to hear you, love. wouldn’t want that do we? or do you want them to know how i’m making you feel so good?”
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𖦹 if you and thanos were living with nam-gyu, min-su, se-mi, gyeong-su … etc they will absolutely tease the both of you bc of how loud you guys are during sex 😭 it’s so bad that they would probably have to move out bc u keep disturbing them at night LOOOLL
“subong-ssi was not holding back last night, huh?”
“se-mi! what the fuck??”
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Bubblegum Ballerina
Pairing: Dental Student! Reader x Single Dad! Rafe
Summary: Spring rolls around with new beginnings, starting with a new placement for you in a pediatric dentist's office and meeting a patient's handsome (and single) dad.
Just some headcanons unless it should be a full-fic??
Single Dad! Rafe would bring his five-year-old daughter Ella to the dentist ten minutes early because he hates being late and knows that his little girl would do anything to try and stop him from taking her because she hates the dentist. She once even hid his shoes just so she wouldn't have to go.
Single Dad! Rafe would immediately lean over the counter and whisper to the familiar receptionist he'd seen for years, asking about you the second you whisked Ella away and out of sight.
Ballerina! Ella would ramble in her chair to you about her upcoming ballet performance and how her daddy bought her a new tutu because he tells her she's the best ballerina ever.
Dental Student! Reader could listen to Ella's cute stories and pink passion projects for hours but when the dentist entered and it came time to start her cleaning Ella immediately started to fuss, squirming and refusing to open her mouth.
Dental Student! Reader would do her very best to keep Ella relaxed, offering to hold her hand and telling her stories about magical ballerina's that got to dance with fairies as a treat for going to the dentist and staying calm.
Ballerina! Ella hated the mint-flavoured polish and always asked if they had the bubblegum flavour after trying it once and now refuses to have anything else.
Single Dad! Rafe lights up when he sees his daughter running to him with a clean bright smile and a goody-bag that she says you helped pick out for her, making sure everything is extra awesome like she is.
Single Dad! Rafe who nearly trips over his words when he finally gets to speak to you about how everything went, hoping that she wasn't too much to handle, showing that he's well aware of his daughter's anti-dentist antics. He's both happy and sad to hear that Ella has a small cavity, but the joy creeps in when he realizes he gets to see you again soon.
Dental Student! Reader scans Rafe's hands looking for any signs of a ring or implications of a Mrs. Cameron and she's not as subtle as she thought she was when Rafe grins and waves his left hand to regain her attention (but actually to show the lack of a wedding band)
Ballerina! Ella who begs reader to come to her ballet performance so that she can see the new tutu her daddy bought her and watch her dance. Rafe immediately apologizes for her outbursts and insinuates that you're a very busy person but you accept without thinking.
Single Dad! Rafe brings two bouquets of flowers to the recital, one for you and one for his little ballerina who ran off the show all her friends the flowers her daddy got her. Leaving the two of you to talk and address the budding romance between you.
- nsfw! Rafe who hasn't fucked anyone since the divorce struggling to hold himself together when he sinks his cock into you for the first time. Leaning down to whisper filthy praises into your ear.
- Further down the line when things get more serious, the two of you would get a secret kick out of sneaking away from those Ella's friends exhausting birthdays for a quickie in the back of Rafe's truck parked 2 blocks away, reappearing just in time for the candles.
- Single Dad! Rafe who has a tiny little breeding kink and gets hard anytime he thinks about filling your stomach with his cum and knocking you up with his baby. "You'd look so perfect walkin' around the house--tits all big n' swollen, belly round with our baby. Whaddya' think? Hm? You want that for yourself? Wanna be my good little housewife that takes care of our child while I'm at work before I come home n' take care of you?"
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cw: mentions of religion, self punishment, daddy issues (reader), and age gap (legal!)
john price starts going to church, and meets a pretty little thing like you to comfort :( i wanna write more of this because it ends sorta abruptly :3
After retirement, John Price began attending church in an effort to bring his life back to a more tranquil state, heal from past trauma, and escape the sinful thoughts and surroundings he had spent nearly his entire life in.
Surprisingly, things begin to improve. He feels more—holy, if you will. The pastor does not appear to be a total jackass, and he has even begun putting a small portion of his money to the tin tray when it is his turn. Basically, things are getting better.
Until he sees you for the first time and all of his newfound principles are thrown out the window. It's not like you're just any ordinary person attending church to grow closer to God or to recover from traumatic events that have left you damaged, like other visitors to Jesus' sacred sanctuary. You are the pastor's daughter. You attend church every Sunday and occasionally on Wednesday nights, whether you're religious or not, and eventually you run into John.
You two have a friendly meeting at first, you introducing yourself, informing him that your the pastors daughter. Though, you didn’t tell him that took on major responsibilities that you didn’t even know you could handle. That you were obligated to come to a place where you didn’t feel anything in your heart for. A conversation that you and your father had many times before that always ended in tears and a scratchy voice that needed chai spice tea to soothe before the night ended. So, the conversation ended at that.
That was until John overheard a conversation, or perhaps it was an argument between none other than you and your father, something that happened more frequently than when you were his good little girl that he used to tuck into bed with a kiss to the forehead.
And, as any decent human being would, John consoled you as you left the church's wooden doors that afternoon. Face still damp from tears, which inevitably fall when things like this happen. It began with a hug, warm and deep, like the fatherly love you had longed for years. Then, a trip to the downtown ice cream parlor, which your father used to take you to. Watching the sunset as you lapped your vanilla cone with a small bit of delight on your lips. And John found out that he liked that look on your face, and knowing that he made it happen made it all the more enjoyable to witness.
The feeling of a calloused thumb, grazing your bottom lip. John with a small smile of his own on his lips. “Got some ice cream on ya lips, love.” It’s low, and gravelly, his voice. Like he had done years of professional yelling all his life, which he probably had, considering his past profession. It’s like your heart was heavy, but in a good way. Like this man, though same age and the same wrinkles near his eyes has your father—the man that had made you cry more than laugh—was making your body warm and fuzzy. The feeling when your feet are cold as hell and your finally get to wrap them up in a blanket.
However, when you got home that evening, you experienced the identical emotion you had with your father—just a different man was to blame. Then followed the regretful thoughts. Maybe you shouldn’t have kissed John in the car. He was probably just doing something good because you were all sad—anyone would, wouldn’t they? You felt so fucking good while doing it, and you hated yourself for that fact. That you enjoyed the feeling of man’s lips on yours. And, before you got married? God, that had to be a sin, right?
Whatever thoughts that your father has put into your brain—even years ago when you were a mere child, doing something naughty like screaming to stay up late that night, just a a little bit after your bedtime—were still implanted safe and sound. That when you did something bad it was the devil’s work, that you needed Jesus. And before you knew it, your great grandmothers holy oil was being drawn into your forehead, the shape of the cross.
Punishing yourself had to be the only rightful option to do, for committing such cruelty while being just miles down the road of the home of God himself.
Did John feel it too? Could he feel the immense amount of remorse as you? Or did he decide from right then and there—when the words “We can’t,” fell from his lips, that it was a mistake. That you screwed something up again, with a man that was just trying to do a good deed?
John himself felt guilt, reasons separate from yours. Kissing a girl, someone so innocent and much younger than himself, was wrong. It was morally wrong in every way, especially a girl who followed the book of God. That didn’t keep him from enjoying it, and the nasty things he began to imagine—trying but failing to ignore—consumed him.
He’d just have to indulge from a far.
© simonskitty
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You should write a ichigo x reader (fem) breeding kink ^^
Ichigo Kurosaki 彡 Fem!Reader
MDNI 18+ | NSFW | WARNINGS :: timeskip ichigo, x fem reader, piv, penetrative sex, creampie, major breeding, breeding with the intent to get you pregnant, mating press, missionary, prone bone, over stimulation, pet names 'my love, baby, love, darling', mentions of reader being a house wife, reader wanting to be a house wife + more . (total word count 1.7k+)
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Ichigo is somewhat a respectful man, well he is in a way of courting a woman, although he does get distracted sometimes, when your cleavage is on display or when you are wearing a really flattering outfit. Then, only then will his cheeks flush that baby pink hue, looking at your figure, multiple scenarios playing throughout his head of what he'd do to you. He will never think about hurting you in any way or form possible as long as the two of you are together.
He is also a family person, it's obvious that, even with his two sisters, that he wants to start a family of his own and you found it clear during sex that he does, considering all the non protected sex going on. In public, you wouldn't say he'd the most obvious with physical affection but there are times where he can't keep his hands off you... in private, when it's just the two of you, he's the most touchy man you've ever met.
Ichigo has always had these thoughts, thoughts of how you'd be an amazing house wife, you're so sweet, so delicate, you'd be a perfect mother. You're amazing in all aspects. He wants you to be the one to be out of work at staying at home for him, he wants to be the provider, all Ichigo wants is for you to be comfortable and not to stress. In fact, he gets off to the thought of you being filled with his seed, your belly swelling with his child. This leads for you to stay at home and be his pretty little housewife catering to his children.
So, this is where sex leads to again.
Your body folded into a tight mating press under Ichigo's body. And, god, you were sobbing, fat tears falling from your eyes from the pleasure and stimulation. Ichigo's cock was nuzzled perfectly up against your cervix, resting there and he kept all his cum up in your silky walls.
"Ichigo," you mewl out through sobs. "It's too much."
It's been three rounds already, in the same position, and your poor body getting folded into that position. Your back and knees were beginning to ache, but you loved how his dick trusted so perfectly up into
Ichigo lowers down to your trembling body, peppering soft and gentle kisses all over your face. "You're doing so good for me," he hums against your skin, inhaling your naturally sweet scent. "You can take a little more from me, my love, please?" he begs.
"Feels so full though, Ichigo," you sob. "Don't think I can anymore."
He presses his lips to yours, his tongue entangling with your own and you both moan into each other's mouths. You let out a wince when Ichigo helped you lower your legs down from the sides of your head, allowing your legs to wrap tightly around his hips, his thick and still erect length still in your cunt.
Ichigo drags his length out, a breathless sigh emitting from your mouth into his own, relief crossing your features, thinking that the two of you were done. But then, all of a sudden your head was thrown back in overstimulation, and a moan strung from your mouth as his cock slides right back into your cum filled walls.
"Darling, please, for me," Ichigo whispers into your ear, breath tickling your skin. "Need to fill you so bad, fill you more, want to see you pregnant, is that okay?"
A moan slips past your lips as you nod eagerly, you do, truthfully, you want to so bad, to have a family with the love of your life. "'mmmm m'kay, just be gentle, 'Ichi," you huff. "So rough before, my love."
"Thank you," he replies, his voice filled with happiness. "I'll be so so gentle with you," he adds, reassuring you.
Ichigo slips out of your walls and gently flips your body onto it's stomach, and your eyes were wide with surprise, not expecting a sudden change of position once again. You could feel him lift your hips and place a soft and fluffy pillow under your lower abdomen before letting your body rest fully down on it.
You then felt Ichigo's mass press down against your back and you let out a soft huff at the sudden weight. His abs were flush against your back, hands gripping the backs of your own, pressing them into the bed. Ichigo's breath tickled your ear and you wiggled your head at the warm sensation, your core getting wetter, your body trying to squirm away from the imposing hold that he had on you.
Ichigo's hands moved slowly, changing his grip so that one of his hands held both of you over your head, being cautious not to get your hair entangled within the movement. A content sigh leaves your mouth when Ichigo raises his body ever so slightly, trailing his free hand down the expanse of your smooth back before his fingers meet your slick entrance, filled with his cum from previous rounds.
"I'll make you feel so good," he mutters against your ear before taking a nibble at the collagen, you let out a gasp at the sudden action.
Then you felt a heavy, throbbing tip press against your clit and you moaned from the small touch. You tried to squirm away from the pleasurable cause but couldn't as Ichigo knew your body more than you did yourself, he knew you were gonna try to run from his body due to the pleasure. So, he pressed his weight against you once more.
You held your breath when Ichigo sank his throbbing cock into your spongey walls, his length getting squeezed by every ridge within your soaked cunt. A moan left both of your mouths as Ichigo's length nudged the deepest spot within you.
"Taking me so well, baby," Ichigo moans, relishing in the way your walls clench him, how could he not want to cum inside, you feel so good.
You sigh in pleasure at the degradative praise, he knew that you loved to be worshipped, you savoured his words, loving how he praised you taking his length, and his children.
But he didn't move, he wanted to relish in on how you desired to cause friction, desired to move against his touch, but couldn't. Ichigo's cock, prodded so deep in your gummy walls that you whimpered in pleasure, but that didn't stop him from not moving. He was still snug inside.
Hot and heavy kisses trail down from your ear down to the dip of your neck to shoulder and a breathless sigh escaped your parted lips before Ichigo rolled his hips into yours. A moan slips out of your mouth, his thick length scraping all the sensitive parts of your warm insides.
Ichigo's knees spread your legs apart so that any advances from you ensured that they would be shut down, so that you remained situated below him, your pretty body that paled in comparison to his frame. As he expected, you couldn't move from his trapping embrace.
His movements became faster, his cock thrusting into the depths of you needy hole as strained moans and whines left your throat. Ichigo was panting in your ear and an occasional deep groan slipped past his lips, the sounds which made your cunt flutter tightly around his length.
Ichigo was filling me up to the hilt, his throbbing pink tip hitting that soft, gummy spot in my cunt that caused me to scream out in fulfilment. "I know, baby," He breathed, causing you to let out a moan and sigh, body shaking with pleasure.
Your body tried to arch away from the pleasure, not being able to take the strong rolls of Ichigo's hips, but as you arched your back away, his thrusts only aimed deeper, harder into your G spot. You sobbed out, tears filling your lash line. "B-but... Too much, Ichigo. Slow down, too much."
"Oh?" he smirked, his hips moving now at a faster pace, loving how your cunt squeezed his cock even though you wanted him to slow down, "It's alright, baby, you can hold out," he coos.
Repetitive moans left your mouth while he pounded into your tight heat. You suddenly had the instinctive urge to press yourself into his length, but you couldn't, his weight was too heavy for you to move against him, and you were utterly hopeless as his thrusts became faster.
"Please, I wanna come," you cry out mewling. "So big, you feel so big, Ichigo."
Your body trembled beneath him and the hold he had on your hands loosened. Your hips were getting held, then, the strength he possessed lifted you onto your knees before a bicep wrapped around your throat, lifting your head. It wasn't a tight grip but the power lifted your head from the futon while you shakily rested your weight on your elbows.
Your back arched heavily, finally being able to sink more into him. Ichigo hunched over you, pulling you closer to him and connected your mouth in a sloppy, wet kiss, forcing his tongue inside your mouth, grunting into you while he swallowed your moans. "Good girl, taking me so deep," Ichigo groaned, pulling away from your mouth and pushing this arch into your back deeper.
He watched your ass ripping again his lower abdomen, watching your cunt with black iris'. Observing how your walks sucked him in, leaving a creamy white rind of arousal around the base of his cock.
"Making you feel so good, aren't I?" Ichigo groaned his head tilted forward, sweat beading on his forehead as we watched your fall apart and tremble from his dick, broken moans slipping past your plump lips.
"Gonna fill you up," Ichigo groans. "You're taking me so deep, deserve to have my cum."
"'Wanna come, please," you beg, wanting to feel the release, desperate as the tears stream down your flushed cheeks. "Want it so bad."
You clench around his length as he increases his pace, instantly accommodating to the speed but your moans escalate. "Such a good girl," He leaned down and mumbled in my ear chased with a deep moan that stirred my insides clenching around his length.
"Want it so bad!" you whimper, unable to comprehend any thoughts that swelled into your head.
"C'mon darling," he growled and you spasmed around his length as your high washed over you, your legs shaking as his weight pressed down even more than it was. His thrusts didn't slow causing me to whimper in overstimulation, but Ichigo helped it, his hips continuing to rut into mine, helping me ride out my orgasm as he chased his own.
With a groan, his lips planted against mine once again as his hips slammed into mine, hard, his cum spilling inside me causing me to moan into his kiss. And you felt more of his cum spill into your fertile womb, painting your insides white, you could almost feel your stomach bulging from how much you had of your man inside you.
Ichigo slipped his softening length out, and pulled away from the kiss as you slumped to the futon, his eyes chained to the white splotches of silky come that spilled from your gaping cunt, watching with a slight frown as the cum spilled from your cunt. he pushes his fingers in and you immediately lean forward but that doesn't make his fingers leave, he only pushes them deeper in response.
"Ichigo!" you moan out.
"'M sorry, love," he apologising placing kisses to your shoulder. "Let me just keep my fingers here for a while, have to make sure I've done my job right."
Do not copy, steal, modify, etc. Relogs and like are appreciated.
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hiii
idk if u take reqs rn or not feel free to ignore this
so i was thinking abt jjk guys and how they would react if u couldn't have a baby... like you want to but can't :(
i know this is a heavy subject and super angsty so i understand if u don't wanna do it
have a great day <333
Hello☺️ thank you so much for sending in this request! I’m always up for writing super angsty/sensitive topics so thank you for trusting me with this one, I hope I did it justice! I wrote this with a cis female reader in mind and only did the older characters if that’s alright, I didn’t feel comfortable writing this for any of the under 18 students. Also, if anyone is struggling with this irl, just know my heart is with you and you’re no less of a person just because you struggle with fertility issues❤️ sending all of you lots of love!🫶❤️
JJK Men Reacting to You Unable to Have a Baby
Angst, Fluff
JJK Men x f!reader
Warnings: sensitive topic at hand! Fertility issues and mentions of doctor’s appointments (nothing graphic); slight cussing in Gojo’s
Noritoshi:
You quickly entered your residence, shutting the front door as fast as you could. You didn’t want to be noticed by anyone right now, especially not a member of the Kamo clan, which was difficult seeing as you lived with your husband Noritoshi at his family’s expansive compound. Little did you know, the Kamo you dreaded to see the most right now was already waiting for you.
“Welcome back. How was your appointment?” asked Noritoshi, pouring two cups of tea. You gulped, trying to keep your tears at bay.
“The doctor said I’m unable to have a baby,” you said in a hushed tone, the news feeling all too real now that you said it out loud. Noritoshi was by your side immediately, tea cups abandoned on the countertop.
“There’s no chance ever?” he asked in a gentle tone.
“Never.” The dam inside you broke, tears overflowing. “Oh Noritoshi, what are we going to do? I can’t give you a baby of our own! We wanted this so bad,” you sobbed. Noritoshi pulled you into his chest, holding you close as you fell apart.
“What are we going to tell your family?” you continued. “We can’t have an heir; I’m going to get you disowned. We’ll have no house, no money, no child-”
“Enough of that,” he interrupted firmly but lovingly, his eyes finding yours as he opted to hold your shaking hands. “My clan will do no such thing. And even if they did, as long as I have you, I’d still be the richest man in the world.”
“But I can’t have a baby,” you sniffled. “We can’t have a baby.”
“I know it’s what we hoped for and I can’t imagine the burden you must be feeling right now,” he said, wiping your tears with his thumb, “but none of this is your fault. You might not be able to carry a child but that doesn’t mean we can’t raise one. We can always explore options like adoption in the future if that’s something you’d like. For now, though, let us grieve this loss so when we’re ready, we can step into the future with renewed hope and optimism.”
You nodded in agreement, grateful for the tissue he provided you along with the lingering kiss pressed to your forehead. It wasn’t going to be an easy journey ahead of you, but with the level headed, caring Noritoshi by your side, you knew you would be just fine.
Todo:
Leaving your doctor’s appointment, you felt numb. It was like your mind refused to process what the doctor had told you: you were unable to have a baby. You didn’t know how to tell Aoi, your husband. You two had dreamt of having kids for a long time and you didn’t want to break his heart with this horrible revelation.
As if he had heard your thoughts, you felt your phone vibrate and saw it was him calling. You sighed, knowing it was probably better to rip off the proverbial bandaid.
“Hey, beautiful. How was everything at your appointment?” he asked.
“Truthfully? Not good.” You bit your lip to stop from crying.
“What happened? Are you alright?”
“No, I’m not alright,” you confessed, tears already starting to fall down your cheeks, “I can’t get pregnant, Aoi. I can’t have a baby.”
At that point, you were practically sobbing in the city street.
“I’m coming to pick you up, honey, don’t worry. Are you still at the hospital?”
“No, Aoi, I’m fine-” you protested through your cries, but he wasn’t having it.
“I won’t let you go through this alone. Please, let me be there for you right now.”
You heard his voice tremble the slightest bit through the phone’s receiver and you realized he needed you as much as you needed him right now.
“Okay,” you whispered.
“I’m on my way. Don’t hang up, I want to hear your gorgeous voice until I can see your gorgeous face.”
That got you to crack a smile for the first time all day.
When Aoi finally showed up, he wrapped you into a tight hug, not daring to let go or caring who sees.
“Whatever the challenge, we’re up against it as a team. I’ll always be by your side, no matter what life throws at us,” he told you, giving your lips a soft kiss before taking you in his arms once more. “We can talk about this more when we get home but right now I just want to make sure you’re okay.”
Ino:
You were grateful that Ino wanted to come with you to your doctor’s appointment since you hated going alone, especially when the nature of the appointment had to do with your reproductive health.
It was also extremely helpful to have your husband there for support when you received devastating news from your doctor.
“I’m so sorry Ms. L/n, but you’re completely unable to conceive.”
Ino anxiously grabbed onto your hand. “Do you mean right now, for the foreseeable future, or like… forever?”
“Unfortunately, Mr. Takuma, I mean forever. She will never be able to carry a baby.”
You sat there, dumbfounded, unable to create even a single thought as your world crashed down around you. Sensing your anguish, the doctor stepped out of the room to let you two have a few minutes alone.
The room was deathly quiet, the only sound being the tick of a clock on the wall and your heart pounding in your chest.
“What are we gonna do?” you eventually said, your mouth dry as a desert. You turned to look at the man next to you, tears finally filling up your eyes. “Ino?”
“I… I don’t know,” he responded with a defeated tone and tearing up as well. “I…”
You were both at a loss for words. You registered Ino’s hand leaving your own, the empty feeling mirroring how you felt inside, until he brought you into a bone crushing hug, his tears soaking your shoulder.
“We’re gonna get through this,” he said, sniffling, “we have to. This sucks now, and it’s gonna suck for a long time after this, but we still have each other which is more than I could ever hope for.”
“Are you sure?” you asked, your voice small. “You’d be alright if we didn’t have a kid?”
He gave you an adoring smile. “Of course I’d be alright. If having a baby of our own isn’t in the cards for us, that doesn’t mean we can’t raise a kid. We could look into adoption or who knows, maybe we could pull a Nanami and find ourselves mentoring our own little Ino.”
The giggle you let out was a testament to the strength of your relationship and Ino’s commitment to always keep your spirits up when times get extremely tough.
Gojo:
You finally let out the shuddered breath that you had been holding ever since you left your doctor’s appointment. You had gone in because you and Satoru had been trying for a baby for over a year now and still hadn’t made any progress. What the doctor figured out, though, was what you had been dreading this entire time but prayed wasn’t the case.
“Hey! How was it?” Satoru’s chirpy voice rang out in your apartment, causing your eyes to well with tears.
“Not good,” you called out. Satoru was in the living room with you in an instant, a frown gracing his pink lips.
“Eh? What happened?”
“The doctor said I can’t have a baby, Satoru. We can’t… we can’t start the family we always wanted.”
You sat on the couch, numbness taking over. You felt tears roll down your cheeks but you barely registered them. You could hardly acknowledge your husband wrapping his long arms around you to comfort you (and himself).
“No baby, no future heir. I’ve single-handedly ruined our chances at continuing the Gojo clan.” You looked up at the white haired man. “Satoru, I’m sorry-”
“Y/n, please. I don’t care about any of that shit. There’s, like, a million of us anyway,” he said, waving his hand nonchalantly. “I wanted to start a family with you because I love you. If we can’t do it the fun old fashioned way, I’m sure we can look into adoption if you’re up for that. If it ends up just being us two, I’m fine with that as well. As long as I have you, I’m happy.”
“Thank you,” you whispered, cuddling into his side. He leaned down and pressed a soft kiss to the top of your head, holding onto you a little tighter.
Geto:
“Darling, you got a letter in the mail today,” Suguru greeted as he walked inside. You took the envelope from him outstretched hand and gasped.
“It’s from my doctor,” you replied, nervously ripping it open. You had been waiting for results about the state of your fertility since you and Suguru weren’t having any luck having a baby on your own. You pulled out the paper and read through each sentence quickly, until one practically punched you in the gut.
…which indicates you are unable to carry pregnancy to term.
The paper fell gracefully from your grasp, landing on the floor, and you felt like you were about to join it with the way your knees were buckling.
“Take a seat, my love,” Suguru said worriedly, holding you up and guiding you to the nearest chair. He bent over and picked up the paper, reading it as well. Even in your despair you saw the way his expression fell, probably feeling just as crestfallen as you were.
“I’m sorry I can’t give us what we wanted,” you choked out, putting your head in your hands. He was by your side in no time, kneeling down to meet your gaze.
“Y/n, look at me.” You did so, wiping your nose with a tissue. “This isn’t an ideal situation but you’re not to blame. We’ll figure something out.”
“But the girls, they wanted a little sibling.”
“But at least we have them,” he reasoned, causing you to nod in agreement. “And I have you. That’s all I’ve ever wished to have. Anything else is a happy bonus.”
He took a handkerchief from his pocket and softly dabbed at the corners of your eyes. “I don’t want you to cry anymore, alright? We’re in this together.”
Nanami:
Your husband Kento was still gone at work by the time you had come back from your appointment with the doctor so you decided to curl up in bed. You had just received the worst news any hopeful mom-to-be could get: you could never get pregnant. You couldn’t stop replaying the words in your head, further torturing yourself. You didn’t even notice Kento coming home, calling out your name, or opening the bedroom door.
“Y/n?” he asked softly before noticing your still figure in the bed. You were facing the opposite way of the door so he treaded lightly across the room, coughing a bit so as not to scare you.
“Are you alright?” he wondered, the bed dipping as he sat next to you and stroked your hair.
“We can’t have a baby, Kento,” you blurted out. “I’m a failure.”
If he was surprised at the news, you couldn’t tell with the way his demeanor stayed calm, cool, and collected.
“First of all, that’s not even close to the truth. You’re an amazing person, a caring wife. You’re nothing close to a failure.” He brushed hair away from your forehead and placed his lips there for an elongated moment.
“Do you want to talk about it or do you want to lie here awhile? Either is understandable,” said Kento after a long bout of silence.
“I’d like to talk about it over dinner, if that’s alright. For now, I just want to lay down.”
“Of course.”
He kissed your hand and stood up, taking off his tie before cuddling up next to you.
“Having you in my life, Mrs. Nanami, is more than enough for me.”
Choso:
Choso came with you to your doctor’s appointment to help calm your nerves, his steady presence more than welcome when the future of your family was hanging in the balance.
“So I’m looking at your results, and it looks like…”
Choso squeezed your hand gently when the doctor spoke.
“…you cannot become pregnant. I’m so sorry,” your doctor told you. “This is a lot to take in, I’m sure, so I’ll give you two a moment to yourselves if you’d like.”
“Please,” Choso answered for you as you were unable to speak. You sat in the chair, emotion overwhelming your entire being. Choso held tightly to your hand as he looked deep into your glassy eyes.
“Y/n, I’m so sorry.” His big brown eyes were also wet with sorrow.
“Why are you sorry? I’m the one who can’t make our dream of having a family come true,” you cried.
“Shh, it’s not your fault,” he soothed, pressing you close to his chest as you sniffled. “You’re being way too hard on yourself. This is a horrible situation but we’ll figure it out together like we always do. You’re not alone in this, or anything else.”
You eventually separated your face from his shoulder and he wiped it softly with a tissue, clearing away your tears.
“We’re a team. We’re a family, baby or not. My love for you will never be shaken.”
He placed his hands lovingly on your cheeks and gave you a kiss on your forehead, reminding you exactly why you wanted to be with him forever.
Toji:
You had just left your doctor’s appointment, your shoulders heavy with the burden of your hopes and dreams shattered by the fact you couldn’t get pregnant. Dialing a number you knew by heart, you anxiously waited for your husband to answer his phone.
“Hey darlin’, what’s up?”
“I really need to talk to you,” you said, your voice small as you tried to not break down over the phone.
“Where are you? I’m on my way now,” Toji said without hesitation. You gave him the address of the clinic you were outside and he told you he’d be there in 10 minutes. You sat on the curb, ignoring the hollow feeling in your chest until you glanced up to see Toji; you burst into tears.
“Woah, hey, it’s okay.” He sat next to you and consoled you with a large hand on your back while the other guided you into a hug so he could shield you from any curious onlookers. “Is this about your appointment?”
You cried harder.
Toji sat with you for a long time as you sobbed. After what seemed like forever, your tears had run dry and you were hiccuping into his broad chest.
“I’m here for you. Tell me what’s going on.”
“I can’t get pregnant. Ever. We won’t be able to have a baby,” you mumbled as you stared at a crack in the sidewalk.
“Here I was, thinkin’ you only had a few days to live.”
You glared at him. “Not funny.”
“Not trying to be for once.” You were pulled in closer to his chest once more as he rested his chin on the top of your head. “I’m sorry that’s the news you got. I know we were looking forward to having a kid but if it’s not in the cards for us, I’ll be alright as long as I have you.”
“Are you sure? You would be a great dad and I don’t want to take that away from you.”
“And you’d be an amazing mom. I wouldn’t want kids with any other woman.”
“Thanks, Toji. I really love you.”
He gave you a lopsided smile. “Let’s get off this dirty ass street and go home.”
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Alfred who came down after hearing so much noise: What's going on here, Mr. Bruce, Mr. Tim?
And Tim's face turned to Alfred like a rubber band. Bruce's face took a little longer, but he also looked at the old man in pain, seeking comfort or advice from his father
Alfred looked between Tim's heartbroken face and Bruce's wounded face: I don't know what's going on here, but I would advise you both to change and take your conversation upstairs
And Tim only saw red
Tim: This is- I'm so done!, I'm so fucking done, with you!
He pointed aggressively at Bruce
Tim: You!
Damian, who had stood on the sidelines and now seemed personally offended
Tim: And you! And everyone else in this fucking family!
Finally he pointed at Alfred even more aggressively
Alfred, shocked by the open display of hatred towards him, he felt his heart heavy: Mr. Tim- I-
For the first time in perhaps ever, Alfred hesitated
Damian: Hey! You have nothing to yell at Pennyworth for!
He defended
Tim: Shut up Damian, this isn't about you!
He silenced him and turned to both adults now
Tim: It's about you, and what you did to me
Both adults looked at each other and remained silent
Tim: You, you were an abuser and I didn't deserve that, any of this, I've always tried to please you, to live up to what you wanted! And you?! You left him, Alfred, and I wish I didn't hate you like Dick and Jason do, but all I see when I come into this house is an abuser and the person who let him! Don't play dumb, Alfred, you- You're just as bad as Bruce! And even if Bruce was the problem, you never made me feel welcome! Never-! I had to walk home a hundred times with bruised ribs, ribs that you bandaged up and then pretended didn't exist!
His throat was now raw and his voice had become cracked and squeaky. And both adults, when they saw Tim, didn't see the 17-year-old running a multi-million dollar company, they just saw the 12-year-old excited to be Robin and looking for any kind of validation they could give him
And this was what they gave him, a house where he didn't feel safe or welcome, a family he avoided like fire avoids water, thousands of reasons not to return and they robbed him of any kind of childhood he could've had
And the two adults remained silent, unable to deny or say anything, because they had nothing to say. Tim had said enough for them
Tim: You say you loved all the children in this mansion, but guess what, Alfred, I was once a child myself, and the only thing I ever got from here, never came from you. When I came here to become Robin, I thought... I thought I might get something like Jason and Dick got, too, but it seems the only thing I'll get from you is an inscription on my grave. What will you put this time, Alfred? "A good soldier," "A good son"?
Silence was his response
Tim: Fuck you all
He pulled off his cape and threw it on the ground
Tim: Fuck you all. I'm tired of this, tired of-! Of everyone wanting something from me! I quit
He ripped off his tool belt and threw it at Bruce
Tim: I quit your stupid last name, I quit your stupid company, I quit being Red Robin, I quit everything
When he had nothing left to tear off, he kicked things off the floor
Tim: I'm done! And if you ever- And if you ever care even a little, don't look for me! I don't want anything to do with this family, all of you-!
He looked at the people in the cave and seemed about to cry
Tim: I hope you-! Fuck you all, I never deserved this! Fuck you, I hope you all fuck off and-!
His voice broke and his crying intensified
Tim: I hope you die
His voice trailed off as he tried to wipe away the tears that kept running down his cheeks
Tim: I hope you suffer at least a fraction of what you did to me and...! And... And why can't I hate you...? Why can't I hate you...?
His voice sounded so tired
Tim: All I ever wanted was to be... to be enough, for you to love me... and I want to hate you but- but you're my father, and they're my brothers and... and I'm so tired, I want to go home, I want to feel safe and I want to hate you! Why can't hate you?!
He collapsed on the ground, like all his other things, like a pathetic spectacle of a pathetic child. He felt miserable in the eyes of the people who hurt him, he felt vulnerable and naked and... and he didn't care anymore, the weight he had been carrying for so long finally lifted from his shoulders and he felt satisfaction at the heartbroken look on Bruce's face and the pain on Alfred's face, and Tim simply didn't care about being on the ground anymore
He didn't care about anything anymore, just like he didn't matter
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Part 1 Jumpscare!!!
That awkward conversation I had!!
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And no one gets any comfort because god knows I don't know how to write about comfort, Tim deserved that breakdown and Bruce and Alfred deserved to have someone point out to their faces that they were, in fact, abusive and ruined a child's life
I would do this with Dick, Jason, Damian and Barb too, but I haven't read many comics about them, fanfics? sure, but I don't know how much of it is canon and what their real personalities are
Bruce ruined his children's futures, but canonically he also saved them. Dick was saved from becoming GraySon, Jason was rescued from the streets, Damian was saved from the League of Assassins, and Barb... Barb made choices
But Dick was also condemned to the superhero life and all the harm that entails, Jason was condemned to die, Damian went from an abusive mother to a neglectful father, and Barb... well, she's now permanently in a wheelchair
There's just too much to unpack there!!!! And my psychology books are begging to be opened again, but Tim is my favorite and that means everything I think of will be about or referring to him
#dc comics#batman#tim drake centric#batfam#dc robin#tim drake#bruce wayne#alfred pennyworth#damian wayne#this was fun#am i planning to do a part 3? nah#thats it#just angst#no comfort#please reblog#and comment#i love to read you guys#please don't let me in loop#dc
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A Bright Place in the Dark
pairing: spencer reid x gender neutral reader tags: first impressions, reader sees Spencer as innocent and too good to be true, pre-relationship, all knowledge of this fandom comes from Tumblr fics and personal opinion, not fact checked
By the time you arrived at the Behavioral Analysis Unit, you were practically reciting facts about Dr. Spencer Reid in your head:
Over 187 IQ
An eidetic memory
A heart too big for a world as harsh as this
Those whispers, however, never prepared you for how human he would be. No legend of brilliance or office gossip about his quirks ever quite captured the softness in his eyes, or the halting way he spoke when he was nervous.
Your first day at the BAU felt like entering another planet. The bullpen buzzed with conversations about suspects, horrifying details of cases, and the flickering overhead lights seemed to spotlight every anxious beat of your heart. And then you saw him—a lanky figure hunched over a precarious tower of files, as though he didn’t know quite how to balance them against his chest.
You caught him looking around, scanning for an empty spot to set the documents down. Except he chose the worst possible moment to shift his weight; the top of the stack slid, pages scattered in every direction.
Dr. Spencer Reid froze, a rush of panicked words tumbling out of his mouth. “Oh no—sorry, sorry. I’m usually not this clumsy. Statistically, people trip at least—”
You bent down to help, offering a friendly grin. “Hey, it’s okay. It happens.”
He paused, as though your small kindness were a revelation. Slowly, he lifted his gaze, and for a split second, you glimpsed the vulnerability behind those gentle hazel eyes. When you straightened up with an armful of papers, you noticed the shy half-smile tugging at Spencer’s mouth. His cheeks had gone just a little pink, and he quickly busied himself by reorganizing the files.
“Thanks,” he mumbled, more subdued than before. “I’m Spencer Reid, by the way…Dr. Spencer Reid. You must be the new profiler—”
“That’s me,” you replied, introducing yourself. “It’s my first day, so I guess we can both say it’s a learning curve.”
He nodded, an anxious laugh slipping out. Then, as if remembering his role, he cleared his throat and motioned to the files. “These are some old case studies. We…we keep them around for reference, though I try to digitize them in my spare time.”
“Sounds fascinating,” you said. And you meant it, curiosity tugging at you like an impatient child. “I’d love to take a look sometime.”
His eyes flicked from the pages to you, wide and a little uncertain. Then, almost imperceptibly, relief smoothed the lines of tension on his forehead. “Sure. That’d be…good. Really good.”
In the following days, you quickly learned that your new job was every bit as tough as everyone warned. Each morning, the team assembled to face tragedies as mind-boggling as they were gruesome. Photos, crime scene details, and psychological autopsies filled your laptop.
Amid all the darkness, there was always him, moving through the chaos with a gentle sort of efficiency. Spencer held a wealth of knowledge in that brilliant mind, quoting statistics, classical literature, and obscure references effortlessly. Yet, you noticed how he spoke as though he feared his own intellect would push people away.
You tried to reach out, offering a smile or a small joke whenever he started rattling off something about “differential equations” or “geospatial profiling.” Each time, his shoulders would relax a fraction, as if he was grateful someone was listening rather than judging.
It wasn’t long before you started working late alongside him. You’d catch Spencer hunched over his desk, stacks of books and case reports spread in front of him, a half-full mug of coffee growing cold.
“Hey,” you said one evening, easing into the adjacent chair. “Mind if I sit?”
He lifted his gaze, blinking as if coming up for air. “Oh, of course, sure.”
Silence settled, filled by the low hum of the overhead lights and the distant clatter of a cleaning cart in the hallway.
“How do you handle it?” you asked, your voice quiet. “All the darkness?”
Spencer leaned back, momentarily lost in thought. “I—well, I guess I try to understand it. If I can figure out why someone does something terrible, maybe it’ll help prevent the next tragedy. At least that’s what I tell myself.” He gave a self-conscious shrug, eyes darting away. “I’m not sure if that’s the best answer.”
You offered a gentle smile. “It’s an honest one. And I think that’s what matters.”
As weeks turned into months, you and Spencer found yourselves gravitating toward each other. Lunchtime in the break room became a quiet sanctuary, where his commentary on quantum theory or historical murder cases was punctuated by the sandwich you’d share half with him because he often forgot to pack lunch.
He’d fret, insisting you didn’t need to share, but you found a simple joy in seeing his face relax when he finally took a break. Sometimes, a ghost of a smile would linger at the corners of his lips afterward, as if he was unused to anyone caring enough to notice his hunger.
You don't know exactly when your interest in the doctor turned into adoration, but perhaps it could be pointed back to when the team was out on a case and you were stuck trying to piece together a spree killer’s timeline. You hit a wall and decided to take a short break—heading to the building’s small courtyard.
Outside, you found Spencer leaning against a concrete pillar, lost in his own world. The afternoon sun gleamed off his hair, painting him in soft yellows and gold. For a moment, you hesitated. He looks so peaceful. But then he glanced up, and the sun highlighted the hope in his eyes. He waved you over.
“Hey,” you said quietly, sidling up next to him.
“Hey,” Spencer replied, his voice warm.
You stood together, the hush of traffic and a distant bird cawing filling the space between you.
“I was thinking about that timeline you mentioned,” he began without prompting. “If the unsub is traveling by bus, then the times might not match traditional driving estimates, and—” He stopped himself, a self-conscious smile forming. “Sorry. Work brain doesn’t really shut off.”
You laughed softly. “Don’t apologize. It’s actually pretty helpful. I think I’ll re-examine the public transit schedules as soon as we go back inside.”
His gaze lingered on you for a long moment. Then, so softly you nearly didn’t hear, he said, “I’m glad you’re here, you know…with the team. With me.”
Warmth flooded your cheeks, and you hoped he couldn’t see it in the bright afternoon light. “I’m glad, too.” Silence settled, but it wasn't uncomfortable. Sometimes no words are needed to enjoy someone's company—so, as you stared at nothing in particular, you developed the courage to ask Spencer out.
“I, uh, know it’s not exactly typical, but I was wondering if maybe you’d like to grab dinner sometime? Outside of the office, I mean.”
The request hung in the air. Spencer blinked, seeming to mentally catalog the entire situation. You could almost see the wheels turning behind his eyes.
“I-I’d like that,” he finally answered, voice a little too fast. A delicate pink brushed across his cheeks.
You had heard the rumors. You’d been told about his genius and his gentle heart—how he deserved the world, though the world often failed to deserve him in return. Watching him now, shoulders slightly hunched as he mentally rehearsed how to do something as simple as dinner, you couldn’t help but think:
If the world won’t cherish him…maybe I will.
He deserved that much, at least. And from the way Spencer offered you a shy smile—a small piece of his guarded heart—you knew he was willing to let you try.
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blue lock boys who would NEVER judge you for being chubby.
barou shouei, nagi seishiro, itoshi sae
fem!reader
barou shouei - we all agree that barou is a green flag, considering how he does all the housework, cooks, cleans, takes good care of his younger sisters, and does all the work for his mother when she’s pregnant. but another thing is that barou honestly likes it when a girl is chubby.
first of all, it means that if you were ever to have a baby, then a chubby belly is already a good sign of having a healthy child. second of all, he’d much rather have his younger sisters overweight and cheerful rather than bone thin and still wanting to lose weight just to “look pretty”. there’s no objective definition of beauty, only the opinions of idiots who stereotype what beauty actually is, so barou doesn’t really understand the point to care so much. after, he finds you beautiful already. plus, if you ever annoy him, he can just squish or pinch your cheeks to get you to shut up. and a bonus? you look adorable with your cheeks squished together like that. barou would never admit it though.
nagi seishiro - nagi knows that being able to bag a girl is already legendary for someone like him. sure, he’s tall and has a damn good face card, but his personality just isn’t it. despite his nonchalant and often outwardly uncaring attitude, he actually prefers a chubbier body over an average or slim one.
pillows are soft, and gaming chairs are comfortable. but it’s too much of a hassle to have to adjust your head on the pillow; it’s much less of a hassle to just drop onto the bed face first and fall asleep right then and there, even if it’s the center of the bed. and you know what helps with that? a chubby body. soft and warm and a lot to grab onto; it’s like a mix of a pillow and a blanket. why wouldn’t nagi like himself someone chubby? whenever nagi is playing with a console, one hand is always latched onto your chest or stomach. it’s not even in a perverted way; nagi just finds it soft and likes holding onto it. resting his head on your chubby thighs always guarantee him a good night’s sleep. all in all, nagi is fond of people on the thicker side.
itoshi sae - i know that sae seems like the type of person to judge based on appearances, but the thing is, sae canonically has an ass fetish, as confirmed in the egoist bible. he does it to see how good of an athlete someone could be, because ass size and shape determines it all.
now, we all know that sae has no life aside from soccer. the initial reason he went back to japan was to renew his passport to stay in spain; not to visit his parents or rin. sae even admits this fact (of having no life) in the egoist bible, telling the reader to “not live like this”. so the moment that sae sees a thick ass (i am SO sorry i didn’t know how else to word it😭), he knows that they’ll be good at soccer. and since soccer’s all that matters to him, you better believe that he’ll ask you if you do play and if so, what position you play. and another thing is that chubby cheeks remind him of rin when he was a child, and it makes sae strangely comforted whenever he sees someone with chubby cheeks.
#blue lock#bllk#blue lock x reader#blue lock x fem reader#blue lock x female reader#bllk x fem reader#bllk x female reader#blue lock x chubby reader#barou shouei#bllk barou#barou shoei x reader#barou x reader#blue lock barou#nagi x reader#nagi seishiro#nagi bllk#bllk nagi#seishiro nagi x reader#nagi seishiro x reader#blue lock sae itoshi#sae itoshi x reader#bllk sae#itoshi sae#blue lock sae#sae x reader#itoshi sae x reader
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TF2 MERCS AND FAMILY
scout: he loves his ma. he loves his ma so much if you even think about thinking about making a your mom joke he is genuinely on the verge of losing his shit. his ma is not a joke. she was a wonderful lady who did the best she could at all times and everyone better respect it before he respectfully shoves his foot so far up their asses they’ll be tasting his toes until christmas. he didn’t know his dad, so he doesn’t care. insult the fact he doesn’t have a dad all you want. but keep his ma’s name out your fuckin mouth. i know people like to think he’s got brothers, frankly i think he’s got cousins. all boys, from his ma’s side. about four of them. the genes are very strong on his ma’s side, so they look like they could be brothers. they were hellions. couple of them have chilled out at this point, and scout respects them for it. even if it is weird with them being dads and shit. couple of them haven’t, and he respects that too. at least they didn’t bother to lie about it.
soldier: soldier had decent parents. his dad was a drunk, and was pretty emotionally distant, but as far as he knows was never a mean or violent person. his mom was a nice old lady. no nonsense, no coddling. she was a woman with a good head on her shoulders surrounded by fools. they had both passed by the time he took the job in teufort. he misses them sometimes, but he’s glad his parents are able to rest. comforted snipes when he heard about his parents. he knows snipes really loved them. only child; his parents had fertility issues and didn’t try again after they succeeded with him. they just didn’t have the heart for it. he sees the team as his brothers. he fights with those guys (and pyro), sometimes he actively fights those guys (and pyro), and frankly is that not what brothers do?
pyro: pyro doesn’t really remember their mom or dad, but they remember their older sister! about twelve years older than them, they did most of the parenting. it wasn’t good parenting, and they argued and physically fought a lot with their sister, but as pyro grew up pyro came to understand that their parents… probably weren’t good people if their sister had to raise them. they don’t know where their sister is, but they did take the time to locate their parents, with the support of the team behind them, helping lead the charge. it was a disheartening, frankly frightening experience to see them withering away in a nursing home, but they barely knew them. they don’t know why it aches so much. they don’t know why they’re so scared. they see the team as their family. those are the people who have shown pyro they will always be there. they don’t think the team would just leave them somewhere to die. the team loves them for who they are. and they love the team. most of the team. no, no, all of the team, all of them. they just love some of them more than others.
demo: demo’s dad passed about a decade before he took the job. a jolly man. a drunk. easygoing. down for anything. demo realized after he passed he was the one who kept his mom from imploding with neuroticism. but he loves his mom. the firecracker she is. he remembers her when he was really young. she was a woman who was simply always on the ball. intelligent, creative, brutal. a giantess of a woman, though she stands five feet two. they’re on good terms as long as he’s got a job. most of the degroots are chemists of the explosive subvariety; few made it to retirement. so he cherishes his mom. he’s glad to have her around. he had a lover at one point. genevieve. a wild woman, sporadic in her time in his life and explosive when she was in it. she brought life into him, more than he thought he could contain. any day with her was a total mindset shift for tavish. quite a few years his senior; one of the brightest chemists he grew to know in his higher educational, perhaps his professional life in general. a flame he could not stay away from. she was magnetic. she passed at 30, cutting their budding romance short. breast cancer. he couldn’t make it to her hometown to attend the funeral. he sent flowers to the next of kin. it floored him. he didn’t know how she would go, but he never thought it would be from something so mundane. thinks of her often.
heavy: heavy loved his dad, he supposes. very quiet man. it was hard when he passed. it was hard being the only man in a sudden matriarchy. and in a way, he was almost blinded. he didn’t see how well his mother actually had a handle on things as he grew to fill his father’s role. so as he matured, and took the job in teufort, he was constantly worried about them. he loves his mother. he honors his mother, prays the lord blesses her every step so she may leave nothing but life and light in her wake. he will actually fucking kill you if you even speak about his mother without his express permission. and his sisters… god help them. it has taken him a very long time to accept his sisters’ absolute abysmal tastes in men. he can’t even think about it he starts to gag. he loves his niece and nephew though.
engineer: engie comes from a big family of bright and creative minds. his mama had her masters in music theory, his dad had been an engineer, as his father before him, as his father before him. middle child of four. two boys, two girls. his younger brother became a hotshot doctor, his baby sister’s a vet; his older sister does underwater welding, and family reunions are hell to plan. he’s very proud of the family he comes from. he just wishes he wasn’t the one who got roped into the mann business. but he wouldn’t wish this on his siblings either. the siblings do a conference call every couple of months to make sure everyone’s still alive. they last maybe 30 minutes before someone is called away. his mom passed about three years into the job, and they cremated her because nobody could get the time to go to the funeral. their father followed shortly after; which they understood. he wasn’t the same man without her around.
medic: medic has been surrounded by intelligent, wild, wonderful women his entire life. he is the result of a teenage pregnancy, and he is his moms best friend. she had him when she was 16. with all credit to the man, his father did stick around. he struggled for them. but they did pretty okay as medic grew up. normally went with his mom to university and was cooed over. his dad died when he was 16 from a work accident. it rocked the home. he and his mother leaned on each other heavily in the grief, and he entered adulthood with a dear friend instead of a mother. but that’s okay, because he truly needed that. he loves his mother to death. and she is very proud of her son. she’s a zany woman, with a wild imagination. fully aware of what her son has become, and is simply happy that he found a place for himself that treats him well and isn’t jail. they call each other all the time to chat, and normally will entirely halt what they’re doing to spend time with each other. heavy’s met the woman. they have the same smile. he married his childhood best friend young. another pathologically high spirited, highly gifted woman. a chemist. genevieve. something about it never felt right (he’s gay.) but nobody could deny he loved that woman with every fiber of his being that he could spare. they were two peas in a pod. you couldn’t see one without seeing the other. the first person he came out to. she passed at 30. breast cancer. it destroyed him. he didn’t think he would survive to find someone he truly loved like her. keeps their wedding photo in his wallet.
snipes: oh man. ohhhhh man. do we have to go into it. he loves his stepparents so much. he loves them so much it hurts. he just wants to do right by them. the idea he’s failing them or has failed them or will fail them genuinely eats away at his soul. he knew he wasn’t gonna have long with them, that they were on the older side when he fell into their lap, and he was grateful for every moment he got with them. it wrecked him when they passed. and nobody was there to comfort him through it. as far as he knew, nobody tried to reach out. his real parents can get fucked though. he doesn’t hate them, but he does wish he didn’t spend so much time thinking about them either.
spy: youngest of two sons. came from a decent home. both parents were hard working and supportive. he and his brother were just brutes. they argued all the time, and his parents didn’t know how to even begin pacifying them both. his mother was a schoolteacher, and his father did paperwork for a nearby firm. they were fine, honorable jobs. made enough to live comfortably. it just wasn’t enough for him. for either of them. it wasn’t enough for one of them alone. his parents passed shortly after he reached adulthood, and he hasn’t spoken to his brother since the funeral. in a way, the team is his family. he has nothing left to go back to, that he knows of. he wouldn’t know who else to even turn to if he needed some backup muscle, or a medication, or a differing perspective, or a soundboard, or entertainment, or company, or support. the team has taken care of him, and in a way loved him, truly, for years. even if they weren’t explicitly in the room, they’ve seen him at his absolute worst. they’ve seen him at his absolute best! and stayed. and even if they don’t think it’s true, spy would be there for them if they needed him.
#team fortress 2#team fortress two#tf2 medic#tf2 scout#tf2 sniper#tf2 spy#tf2 demo#tf2 demoman#tf2 engineer#tf2 heavy#tf2 pyro#tf2#tf2 soldier#felt like i should acknowledge medic’s canonical wife#and the semi-canonical affair demo had with her#idk if that was canonical or a widely accepted theory#but now she’s dead so#it’s fine he’s fine they’re fine#thanks for appreciating my hcs if you got this far!
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There won't be another Aeor now, because Aeor was a very specific kind of tragedy, wherein the gods prioritized their own survival over the survival of huge swathes of mortals. They had choice after choice after choice where they could have diverted to a more merciful path. Even in the very last moments, they could have just destroyed the Factorum Malleus and spared the rest of the city, and found another way to deal with the knowledge that had been disseminated. But they chose their own immediate security over the lives of every regular person in Aeor, every refugee and civilian and child. The Primes may love mortals, may work to protect them, but when it comes down to it, they will choose themselves (and their Betrayer kin!) every time. It is love with a very big caveat.
Two thirds of the world's population died in the Calamity because the Betrayers were initially banished, not destroyed. The gods say they cannot let any of the Betrayers die because they might need them if a bigger threat arises, but what good does that potential possible protection do Exandria if their warring wipes the world out now? Why should anyone, god or mortal, expect that the Betrayers would help fend off such a threat anyway, when they very clearly want the Primes and all mortals dead? There was so much emphasis in Downfall on how, despite it all, the Primes and Betrayers are family and the Primes cannot let that go. It's hard to take Ayden at face value when he says that they need the Betrayers, in the light of that. SILAHA says "That's all our problem. It's all about ourselves. At least I have the, well, confidence to actually accept it." And that's the truth of their motivation that their actions indicate in Downfall.
The Arch Heart and the Matron explicitly told the Hells that the world was on the cusp of another Calamity. Except for those two, when confronted with the possibility of Predathos, the gods wanted to chose, once again, to sacrifice the lives of countless mortals in order to protect themselves. The Divine Gate is meant to stop another Calamity, but now we know that they are willing to tear it down to save themselves. So Calamity is the threat that hangs over the world much more immediately than potential cosmic horrors.
I don't think anyone is out here saying that this plan with the gods becoming mortal means that there will never be any danger to Exandria again. There ARE terrible threats that exist, like the Chained Oblivion and there are almost certainly more that exist out is the cosmos that are currently unknown. Predathos might eat those or it might not, we don't actually know. There absolutely will be more evil mortals, just as there will be mortal heroes to stop them, as they always have. This is not the creation of utopia. It's the aversion of another apocalypse.
But something that struck me, at least, about Aeor, something that I think often get lost underneath all the other debate, under the focus on hubris, is the stark fact that mortal understanding grew to the point where they could create a weapon that could kill a god. That's incredible. If the gods saw mortal understanding reach so far and instead of saying "you are children and cannot comprehend and so we will strike your knowledge from the world because it is too dangerous for you," said "you are our children and you are growing up, perhaps we should help you understand" what might mortal innovation have accomplished? What solutions would mortal creativity come up with that might have surprised their creators? If the gods chose to treat mortal attempts to understand with encouragement instead of condescension, what might the Cassida Previns of the world built?
You say that level of power has to exist to fight off the next eldritch horror that arrives. Why does that power have to be concentrated in a small handful of gods above any sort of accountability? Why can't it be power distributed amongst a larger number of mortals, defending themselves? Why can't it be mortals, no longer children to be shielded but instead come into their ascendancy to fully inherit the world and its responsibilities? Why can't mortals be equal to the gods, not in the sense sought by those power-hungry mages, but as a collective, with the gods reborn among them and treating them, as it were, as adults, who might come to understand?
In the final narration for Downfall, Brennan says:
"In short, brief life can even the infinite change, realize, recognize, commit to something new, singular. To move forward on the paths of destiny and fate, changed."
And I think this choice being given to the gods to become mortal again, beyond just giving them the ability to survive at the cost of their power, is also offering them the chance to learn and grow the way mortals do again. Being mortal in their quest to destroy Aeor, ending even as it did in something horrific, did actually change them enough that they created the Divine Gate. That was a sacrifice and it was better than what was before it. But it was not enough and now that the flaws in that approach have become clear, it's time to look for another path. Mortality offers that. And I think seeing how mortality could change them further will be a hell of a story, and I'm looking forward to it.
Anyway, I don't particularly think this is going to convince you or anything, you seem pretty mad, but it's fun to talk about this stuff, and you gave me an excuse, so thanks.
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1k; teto/carlos
They don’t fight.
Well. They do, but they fight about things like, who ate the last tangerine, and who gets to drive today, and who left the towel on the floor, snapping and sore at each other for five minutes at most, and then going back to talking like nothing ever happened. So it’s a shock to the system when it’s this bad.
Unlucky race number fifty-something, he’s lost count. Outside and in his head it’s lashing rain. Teto says, “Don’t go out,” and Carlos says, “I’m going to go out.”
He goes out on his bike, and predictably crashes so badly he has to lay on the wet, cold ground for ten minutes to catch his breath and lament everything and everyone in a way he hasn’t done since he was a kid pushed off a track. Funny how he can keep his eyes wide open, staring up at the breaking sky. Then, because there’s nothing else to do, he picks himself up and limps back on shaky legs, an old, beaten dog taken out by something far larger and meaner than he is.
Teto gets one good look at his skinned knees, skinned shins, skinned palms, and starts yelling, purple-red in the face like all of Carlos’s wounds are a personal affront to him.
“Be nicer to me I’m bleeding,” Carlos grits out, when all he means is, Please don’t be angry at me.
They stomp off into separate rooms and it takes Carlos three tries to admit that bandaging his own palms when both palms are scraped is a task too colossal to surmount.
“He worries about you,” Gigi says.
Carlos must look too much like a kicked puppy now for Gigi to step in and help, when it was abundantly clear Gigi had been on Teto’s side since the start of this whole debacle. Heaviness set in his brow when Carlos had insisted on going out, as if a bike ride in a storm could fix anything worth fixing. Carlos worries them all, with his impulses and his tantrums and his body, too soft by half.
“He’s bad at it,” Carlos says.
“He’s trying,” Gigi says tartly, pulling the bandage tight and making Carlos wince.
Unsurprising that Teto’s loyalty inspires loyalty in return. A shining knight in splendid armour, with the way he rides out so often to Carlos’s defense. Body always half-turned toward the rest of the world, angled to catch a stray bullet meant for Carlos. Flesh is flesh, and anything sharp passes through Teto to carve Carlos up anyway. That doesn’t stop Teto from trying.
“Maybe I don’t want him to be good at it,” Carlos says. “The worrying.”
Gigi gives him a look, like he’s a child. “Then go tell him that.”
He hates being the first one to apologize, because it’s something that’s been stamped out of him for a long time now. Carlos shifts from one foot to another outside of Teto’s room. What he hates worse is the idea that Teto will never speak to him again, even though he knows down to the marrow of his bones he’s being dramatic, that their return policies when it comes to each other have long elapsed.
When he knocks, Teto answers so violent and fast Carlos gets all warm thinking about it, Teto waiting behind that door for Carlos to come.
“All I know how to do is make trouble.”
“All I know how to do is bark,” Teto says. Carlos doesn’t remember a time in which they haven’t been able to meet each other in the eyes, and it’s a chest melting relief, knowing that hasn’t changed.
“I don’t need anything else,” Carlos says.
“Good, because otherwise you’re shit out of luck.”
Teto reels Carlos in and kisses him, so familiar yet all-encompassing that Carlos begins to crumple. The steady hand on the back of Carlos’s neck holds him up, some supernatural force more powerful than gravity, giving him just enough strength to make it to the bed.
He hits the covers skinned knees first, and makes certain to emit the most pathetic moan of pain.
“Idiot,” Teto says affectionately, reaching down to arrange Carlos just how he likes him, on his back, loose and easy. Carlos makes grabby hands at him.
So that’s not entirely true. There was a time they couldn’t meet each other in the eye, when they were both more stupid and reckless and hungry with each other than they can bear to be now. The sex wasn’t good, and when you’re that age, all sex is supposed to be good. It didn’t make sense. But what actually frightened Carlos was how Teto looked down, looked past him, and Carlos couldn’t figure out what to do with himself when the endless horizon suddenly became a blackhole.
Teto’s mouth is on him, and Carlos is content to lie there and be kissed. It’s all they do nowadays, having gone past rough and too careful to reach this comfortable middle ground. Carlos knows better than to think in forevers, after everything that’s happened, but it’s possible he would like to kiss Teto for the rest of his life. And let himself be kissed by Teto for the rest of his life.
“Gigi bandage you up?”
Carlos nods. “Couldn’t do it myself.”
Teto hums, smug and satisfied. Carlos lets him have this one, leaving the scoreboard between them to continue collecting dust. He tilts his head, an invitation Teto doesn’t need, and Teto licks back into his mouth, hand tangling in Carlos’s hair. Messing it up to match the rest of him, skinned knees and all.
Bastard, Carlos thinks fondly, and tangles his own in Teto’s in return.
It’s hard to describe the taste of Teto, the unique, constant taste of Teto. If Carlos doesn’t know any better, he’d say it tastes of himself.
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Introductory Post
Doing this one for both Yuri's together lol 🫶🫶Don't mind the inconsistent art style because I did this on separate days and I have no idea how I did it previously lol
1. Does your OC have parents or family in the AU? If not, what is their current living situation?
Both Yuri's are close with their family!
For Yu:
They're an only child and they're very much doted on by their parents. They're closer with their mother who is usually more available at home, but if they need someone more reliable (like for activities or assignments), they place their trust in their father more.
For Yuri:
He's close to his parents and is also an only child, but he does look up to his cousin like an older brother brother (even though they're the same age). Both of them are planning to take over their respective father's footsteps in work, thus they tend to undergo training together, and they seem to easily bond over the suffering they had to go through. Then for his parents, he likes his mother more as he feels intimidated with his father. He still respects the man and looks up to him though, but also gets annoyed since he doesn't think he can live up to his name and feels very pressured as years passes. His father does reassures him that he can choose whatever path that he wants for the future, but Yuri would like to try first before even thinking about giving up.
2. What are their thoughts on Quartz?
Neither of them would have interacted much with Quartz.
Although, Yuri probably has an idea that she's up to something, but he'll ignore it since he's not in the mood to let himself get involved in that.
3. What is their thoughts and relationship with Azul? How did they meet Azul?
From Yu: "Nope, I'm not getting myself involved with him-"
Yu never met Azul personally, as they only hear about him from others and simply passes by him at school. They also do their best to steer clear away from him in fear that they would get involved in whatever's going on around him (in terms of his shady dealings anyways. Yu would probably ignore or not notice any shenanigans from Quartz and other rivals). They don't care about what their friends or his admirers say, they do not trust whatever business he has going on around, as tempting they all sound to be.
From Yuri: "It's been a while, boss!"
Yuri used to help him out with his family's business when they met. It was for extra pocket money to buy gifts for his parents (plus to gather experience with the job since he'll take over the cafe business), and since they're around the same age, they just talk occasionally whenever he's on break. Started calling him boss after a while and the nickname got stuck on him. He catches up to him occasionally whenever he sees him on a break by himself (which is most likely a very rare occurrence)
Then for some their additional thoughts:
4. What are their relationships with other characters/OCs?
FROM YU:
To Yuri: "He's a good friend, but he can be ridiculous at times"
One of Yu's longest childhood friend who was his senior until now when they applied at the new school as first years. They are completely aware of their family's secret, that they don't mind that they started to hang out less than before for his training, but he is tad worried on whether his friend overworking himself, and if it's his choice to follow in his family's footsteps.
To Silver: "He can probably take care of himself, but it's obviously not right to just leave him alone."
A senior that Yu tends to encounter asleep while exploring. He seems to always be in places that would look nice in photos, that Yu started to nod his head at him in greetings whenever encountered awake even in the hallways. Soon enough, they start to strike a conversation (Silver asks about what they're trying to picture, while Yu asks why he's usually asleep outside), and just became friends over time. Yu would help him wake up if he ever falls asleep, but they're definitely incapable of carrying him if needed to bring him in a much safer area.
FROM YURI:
To Yu: "I think he's worrying over things too much than what he's supposed to."
One of Yuri's longest childhood friend that he can be protective over. He prefers to hang out with him since he wouldn't have to worry about his secret, but he sometimes gets irritated at his worries.
To Trey: "Don't forget about our plans to collab once I became the manager!"
Yuri's family may manage a cafe as one of their work, but their selection for sweets is pretty small that he still buys sweets from other bakeries and cafes as a treat to his parents. The Clover family's bakery is one of the places he goes to, that he became acquianted with the family at one point with the goal of doing a collab during seasonal holidays. This obviously includes Trey, that Yuri assumes is the one who'll take over his family's business in the future, that he tries to chat with him more if possible, that they became friends in some way.
5. What grade/year is your OC?
Yu (16) and Yuri (17) are both first years!
Yuri is supposed to be in third year already, but he got into some incident that he had to pause from school for two years.
Yu is not looking forward to the chance that they'll be classmates in future years.
6. What is your OCs goal for the school year or in life?
Yu:
They just want to graduate without any problems or issues!
Yuri:
Aims to surpass his father in his job!
7. Your OC is being framed for murder of another student by Quartz, how does your OC react to that? Does your OC know it's Quartz?
Yu:
Yu knows that the whole thing is bad, but them as the murderer??? They're more surprised that the police would actually believe that, but they suppose that one shouldn't really judge a character by their appearance, so they could still be a potential threat in the eye of the law. They would try to be calm and simply panic internally with the whole thing as they will do their best to cooperate just to prove his innocence (and they have a feeling that Yuri can easily pull him out of their situation if things go further south), but they wouldn't be able to figure out that it's Quartz who's behind the whole thing since she looks innocent as far as he's concerned (unless, of course, they had witnessed her doing the murder).
Yuri:
Yuri would be very mad about it (because, this was the police? And they're seriously going to apprehend a random innocent student and not conduct the investigation properly?) He'll appear calm when he gets apprehended, but during interview, and after telling him the whole situation, he would shift his tone into a sarcastic one and would proceed to do rebuttals against all evidences against him . Since he had become directly involved, he would start to analyze every single little details from the day of the crime, and everything he noticed that is suspicious but didn't mind during the previous days, and mention it as evidence to the police. He's soon going to figure out that Quartz is behind the whole thing after that, but would sarcastically mention that he wouldn't mind staying behind the cell if they don't believe him despite the culprit already being obvious at this point.
8. Your OC notices Quartz carrying a weapon in her skirt pocket. That's strange since the female school uniforms don't have skirt pockets. Does your OC report this?
Yeah, neither of them would report it. Yu is a bit scared to get involved, while Yuri doesn't care.
9. Where is your OC usually with or at during school? Classes? With Azul? Skipping class? Where do they eat lunch?
Yu:
They would tend to be by themselves, whenever there's no classes, or around friends if they're feeling up to it. They're usual hangout spot is by the courtyard, or just anywhere outside. They eat in the cafeteria for lunch. If they saw Yuri or Silver by themselves, then they'll eat with then.
Yuri:
Same with Yu, but he has more tendency to be alone and to be in random places!
10. How are your OC's grades?
Yu:
Slightly above average! (Usually B or C). They study just enough to pass, and for difficult topics, they have Yuri to help them out
Yuri:
Straight A student ✨️. He's also tryin to make up for the lost time that he's studying in advance.
(No Yan Sim AU) Questions for OCs! + Quartz and other characters' lore
You don't have to do these if you don't want to! You can write and answer how ever you want (3rd person or as the OC)
These answers are just examples and they also give lore to other TWST characters in the AU
1. Does your OC have parents or family in the AU? If not, what is their current living situation?
Riddle currently lives with his mother. Because of her influence, he is the strictest in the student council (which consists of the dormleaders.)
2. What are their thoughts on Quartz?
[You can yap about it here since I already used Quartz as an example in the fourth question]
3. What is their thoughts and relationship with Azul? How did they meet Azul?
Jade is Azul's right hand man. He assists Azul with a lot of student council work and is mostly by his side with Floyd. They are friends from their middle school days and up to their highschool days (although the three of them won't admit it).
Jade found Azul's hardwork and scheming nature very exciting so he and his brother always stayed by Azul's side to see what fun events would happen.
4. What are their relationships with other characters/OCs?
[They are speaking about Quartz as example]
Floyd: "Who again?"
Floyd doesn't really acknowledge Quartz since she's so quick out of his sights. Genuinely believes there isn't a person named that but is suspicious.
Jade: "Oh, that shy girl? She's a little funny."
Definitely suspicious of Quartz but they don't interact much so he has no other information about her. He probably needs to be more skillful when studying her.
Riddle: "Quartz?.. Uh.. I-I don't recall who that is."
Quartz rarely interacts with Riddle.
Ace: "Ah? You mean that girl who's always so weird? I've seen her watch Azul. Pffftt! Do you think she likes him?"
He notices her sometimes because he thinks her appearance is a little flashy.
Idia: "I-Isn't she one of Azul's admirers?... She's the shy type right? She's a little strange though.. Sometimes she takes photos of me! W-Wait.. Maybe she's into me instead?! EEEKK!! H-HOW SCARY!!"
Completely misunderstands Quartz's actions but he's quick to know how weird her actions are. He stays away from her if Azul isn't present.
5. What grade/year is your OC?
Azul, Jade, and Floyd are all 2nd years (17).
Leona has been held back so he is still 20.
6. What is your OCs goal for the school year or in life?
Quartz wishes to kill Azul 🙏
7. Your OC is being framed for murder of another student by Quartz, how does your OC react to that? Does your OC know it's Quartz?
Floyd is jumping her.
8. Your OC notices Quartz carrying a weapon in her skirt pocket. That's strange since the female school uniforms don't have skirt pockets. Does your OC report this?
Riddle is absolutely reporting that! He's calling the cops and everything 🫡🫡🫡
9. Where is your OC usually with or at during school? Classes? With Azul? Skipping class? Where do they eat lunch?
Quartz is always in class but she'll come right before the bell rings since she was.. busy. She doesn't have a particular place she goes to all the time. She's never in one spot.
Quartz's lunch spot varies because she's always spying but her usual spot is in the courtyard.
Riddle is assigned being a hall monitor so he usually watches the halls when he is able to. He usually eats lunch with Trey and Cater.
Leona is always found napping under trees and skipping his classes. Ruggie manages to find him and give him his lunch from the cafeteria.
Rook is watching you.
10. How are your OC's grades?
Deuce tries, ok. (Awful)
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thoughts on sasuke with pregnant reader (˶˃ ᵕ ˂˶) (don't feel pressured if you don't want to write it Honey!! you know i love what you write either way 🫂)
Oh my goodness^^ ofc i'll share my thoughts nonnie!! you're too sweet omg 🫂🫂
CW/TW :: pregnancy, fem!reader, thelast!sasuke/postwar!sasuke, reader is a medical ninja
I can just imagine that on his travels that you are there with him. He is the one that asked you to come which surprised you because you'd never thought he would, until he did. During the time you were together, wondering outside the village, going to various places, you landed up pregnant.
This wasn't something to be disappointed of! No! In fact, Sasuke was the one who first brought up the topic, expressing his interest and you wanted to as well. The only problem was... how dangerous it would be for you now that you are having a child.
Sasuke and you managed to come to an agreement, that you'd go back to the village and he'd continue to travel around for two weeks before coming back for a week to spend time with you until you were further along, to which he'd stay three weeks and leave for only a couple days.
You were around 19 weeks pregnant and the both of you have been in the village for only a mere couple of hours after reporting in with the Hokage. He didn't even suspect a thing, you were wearing a coat which covered your body so he couldn't tell, only that you informed him that you wouldn't be travelling anymore due to some health issues.
But, this is were all the 'drama' starts. You're out getting some groceries because there is nothing in the house, nothing. You changed out from your ninja attire to something more comfortable, a fitted maxi dress which did, very obviously, show of your growing baby bump. Casually, you were just plopping in the stuff you and Sasuke needed into the smaller trolley's (sasuke isn't here bc naruto dragged him away to get some ramen, you said you're a strong independent woman who can shop herself (●'◡'●) )
This is when the stares start to begin. Because not only can they see your pregnant, but they can see the Uchiha Clan symbol sewn onto the back of your dress. The Uchiha symbol on your back wasn’t exactly subtle, and with your bump showing, it was pretty clear who you were and what was going on. You can feel the stares, you were only gone for what 7 months, that's not that long but you guessed that it was the fact that you left not pregnant and came back so.
It wasn’t every day they saw Sasuke Uchiha’s partner out and about anyways, since you work at the hospital AND being pregnant. That's a shocker. A group of older women passed by, their eyes lingering a little longer than usual. You didn’t blame them. Sasuke wasn’t exactly the type to be open about his personal life, and here you were, very obviously carrying his child. They probably never expected to see this side of him.
After a while, you headed to the checkout, noticing the stares hadn’t really stopped. You couldn’t help but think about how different life was now. Being with Sasuke always meant people were watching, but now, with a baby on the way, it felt even more intense. But you knew it is only because they never thought they'd ever see the day he'd settle down, and now he has!
Do not copy, steal, modify, etc. Relogs and like are appreciated.
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Batfam x Neglected Mortal
Kombat Reader
Notes: this is part 9 to lucid dreams.
Warnings ⚠️: child neglect.
As you step through the blue portal memories of your life that lead up to this exact moment ,flash through your mind.
Some memories good....like when you first met Jason or when you had gotten taller then your mother.
And some memories bad... like when your mother forgot your birthday... or when your grandmother died...
Each memory more painfulthen the last. And for a moment you begin wondering if you even had good memories from gotham.
But you do.... and each good memory has one thing in common.
Jason.
Your jason the one who stood by you through everything..
The jason who used to cry thinking you'd leave him. Just like his mother.
The jason who'd you comfort and not only promise but pinky promise that you'd never leave him.
The same jason who you left in tears.
Your jason.
Your brother.
Jason what was kept you alive. Or atleast that's what it felt like. Every milestone every journey jason was there.... and now he wasn't.
Not because he didn't want to be. But because you left him. This is a choice you made.
A choice you'll have to live with.
So you push your guilt and regret away as your feet finally touch the ground of the place you left so many years ago.
The soft snow crunches under your shoes and it's cold. No, it's freezing. It always is here.
Any normal person would probably freeze but your body is quick to adjust to the weather. You were born here this is natural to you.
The cold never really bothered you anyway do to your fire abilities.
Standing right infront of you is two men. Your father's soldiers no doubt. They were his symbol of the dragon across their chest.
Their tall and old. But you can tell their strong. But you suppose they have to be strong.
Because this world isn't kind to anything weak.
The have four horses with them. Two for you and Kion and two for them. Kion pulls you with him towards them as he walks. They bow out of respect.
"Welcome princess." They say in sync.
Princess....it's been so long since you've been called that. And truthfully you don't want that title but it's yours to bare. So you nod your head.
Kion helps you as you get onto the horse. It's a big horse and the color is a perfect black. It's a far nicer horse then what the two other soldiers will be riding.
Once Kion sees your safely on the horse he gets on his. Kion leads the way and your horse follows in suit.
As if your horse wasn't even listening to you but to Kion. Kions horse slows down so that your horse matches its pace perfectly.
Riding side by side ,kion begins speaking. "You made the right decision sister..this is where you belong. This is your home." He says.
And glancing around the snowy forest and tall trees you feel like he's right....this is where you belong. This is your home.
You ride your horse in silence for a few minutes taking in his words and their truth.
"This is my home...." You repeat quietly testing the words on your tongue..... but you can't help but miss what you left behind... No, you miss who you left behind.
And like he always does Kion senses your distress.
"Regret weighs down the mind ,sister....Don't regret what's already done. It's pointless." Kion says and his words are true. But they still don't help.
"You sound like father." You say because you know that's where he got it from.
"Father, is wise sister... you should take what he says seriously. " he says with a stern voice. He obviously didn't understand that you were trying to make a joke. But Jason would've.......
"I always do. " You say quietly. The pit of regret in your stomach growing.
"Father won't be there to welcome you when we arrive..... he's out on a short trip...he'll be back by morning." He assured almost ashamed that your father won't be there.
You smile sheepishly knowing the reason.
"He didn't think I would come?" You question already knowing the answer.
"It's been years sister...he didn't doubt you.. he just doubted what your mother could've made you into." Kion says and by the way he says it you can tell. He believed the same thing.
"My mother didn't turn me into anything." You say and the atmosphere gets so tense that even the horses under you can feel it.
One soldiers behind you speak up trying to ease the tension. "Your brother means no disrespect princess...but everyone's glad to know that your loyalty lays with us." One says. But you stay silent still angry with kions words.
Did everyone here think you're a toy? Or clay that could be molded into anything?
You sigh knowing that that's what they probably think. Because here it's common...
Here it's common for your parents to decide exactly what kind of person you become.
"Make no mistake the princesses loyalty lays with her kin." Kion says almost possessively and your hands clench the ranes of the horse.
"Of course my prince." The soldiers say and you can tell their scared. Their scared of your brother.
Because of what he is. Who he is....did they fear you just the same? You ask yourself.
The ride to your village is quiet other then the sound of your horses hooves walking.
It's snowing lightly casting a beautiful scenery if only the silence wasn't so tense.....
After a while of riding your horse into the snowy forest you're greeted with the walls that you were raised in...
The walls that you had once escaped. And now you welcome them....?
It's a strange feeling. Somethings have changed. You've changed. You've matured.
Grown mentally and physically.
Your no longer the small girl who'd your mentors hit when you'd make a mistake.
No, now. Your strong. And much likely stronger then any of your past mentors.
The walls around your village are tall. And you can't help but feel like there trapping you in as the big gate closes behind you.
The people in your village both old and young are formed into a line in both sides of the path that leads straight toward the palace.
The all bow as you pass them on your horse. You look at them studying each one of them as your ride your horse passes them.
Your peoples eyes watch you. Study you right back. Taking in every little detail about you.
Your clan was nothing if not observant.
You can see there already whispering things about. But you don't care anymore if it's good or bad. Or maybe....deep down you do.
"This is your home sister... your legacy." Kion say and his chin is held high as you both ride your horses through the path.
Like a prince.
He is a prince.
.....he's wrong. This is his legacy.....not yours.
Where do you belong?
'Regret weighs down the mind...don't regret something you can't change.' Kions words stick to you. They always will....
The moon shine brightly tonight and it's rays hit the palace peaceful eliminating the beauty of this place.
Mounting off of your horse with ease. You sigh. And walk up the stairs of the tall ancient palace.
It's been so long since last walked the halls...nut you remember each one.
The colors on the walls haven't faded...and the walls carry something deeper than color.
Memories...they carry memories.
Most of fighting, learning or rare occasions you'd take a walk with your father.
"Dinner is being prepared..." kion says as you walk through the halls.
"I'm not hungry" You say and you continue walking through the halls of the palace ignoring kions protest for you to eat.
Eventually you do reach the place you've been dying to see.... your room.
It's smaller then you remember and all of your stuff sits untouched. Almost as if you left it yesterday. But no, you left it years ago....
It's been cleaned there's not a spot of dust to be seen. But everything in perfect place.
Your pencil lays on your desk and so does your old school work. Some of your drawings lay on the desk too.
All memories you thought you forgot about. You sit big bed. Because despite your small room it still had a big bed.
You were royalty after all.
This bed is way softer then the small bed you had in gotham. It doesn't creak and it's springs aren't broken.
It's spriseingly it's warm...
Laying down on the soft bed kion sighs. And finally moves away from the door frame.
"This room isn't big enough for you. I'll have you a room prepared." He says turning away but he stops as he hears your protest.
"I like this room....I'll stay in this room."
"I'm not asking sister." He says defensively almost like it pains him to see you in a room that isn't to his taste.
Because it does.
"Neither was I." Your voice is calm as you lay on your bed. But he knows you won't back down.
So he sighs and decides to let it go.
"As you wish...are you certain you aren't hungry?" He asks and you can tell he's still disappointed that you willing want to stay in this room.
But his concern out ways his disappointment.
"Positive." You reply. Not missing a beat.
"Alright then...goodnight sister.." He mumbles quietly.
"Goodnight Kion..." You say quietly deep in your thoughts.
But you catch how he stays for a moment longer wanting you to say something else.
Something more.
So you speak up quietly but Kion catches your words.
Because he's been dying to hear them.
"I love you brother...." Your voice is no louder then a whisper and you almost thinks he doesn't hear them.
But when you sit up to see him he smiles.... and quickly wipes his eyes..
He's crying..because you said you loved him?
You had honestly said those words out of pressure. But you can tell how much they mean to him.
To you he was crying because you had said you loved him. But to him you had not only said you loved him.
But you called him your brother...
Your brother.
You had never called him that. Never.
Always Kion. Never brother.
Despite his tears you can see he's happy. It's as of the weight he's been carrying has finally been lifted.
And your about to stand up to hug him. And it probably would've been an awkward hug like before.
But before you can even stand up Kion speaks up.
"I love you too ,sister.......very much." His voice is small... and tender. Kind of like him.
He's walks away before you can stand.
You can't see him but he's smiling like an absolute idiot. But he doesn't care...because you love him.
You actually love him.
Him.
He's your brother. Not jason.
You lay back down on your bed drifting between sleep and worry. You feel uncomfortable on your bed.
It feels almost like it's not yours. But it is...
Many worries cloud your mind as you remain laying down. Each worse then the last.
What if your father dislikes you? No, he wants you here..he needs to here... right?
What if he's disappointed in your fighting abilities? No, your strong. You know pretty much everything...right?
What if you stutter when you see him. You know how much he hated when you used to stutter out of fear.
No, your diffrent now....stronger...right?
You know deep down these worries are useless think about. But you can't help yourself.
Tomorrow you'd see the man you ran away from. So many years ago.
Soon enough your mind does eventually give into sleep......tomorrow you'd see someone that you've tried to pretend that you've hated for so long...the man who you've seen in the mirror all your life.
The man who raised you. Made you.
The man that despite your past you care for deeply.. you love deeply...... your father...
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Imagine being 28(the op) and having this takeaway/opinion on arcane. I'm laughing at how ignorant and superficial and just wrong this whole thing is. If you say jinx did nothing wrong and in the same breath condemn everything caitlyn did... you have a very null and void "argument".
-Let's talk about caitlyn: firstly they call her "white privileged" already admitting how many braincells they have working, which is none.
Also the use of the word "Machiavellian" is very interesting because using it to speak on caitlyn is so far removed from the truth, now if they had used the same word to describe ambessa, who they completely ignored an analysis on, as all the vehement s2 caitlyn haters do. We can't excuse caitlyn of her role she played but it's very telling the way the vehement, brainless, haters never ever bring up ambessa, which she plays an important part in weighing down caitlyn's shoulders and clouding her morals.
When does caitlyn ever use vi to excuse her actions or excuse the moments her prejudice shows? Never. Again yall just hate her because she's a cop.
A FICTIONAL cop. Using acab across all walks of life eliminates what it's meant to stand for. Some of you need to learn cognitive thinking and nuance. "Everyone in piltover is guilty and everyone in zaun is excused and rightful to their actions" that's not how things work. That's not even how acab works.
But again, yall are so focused on superficial moral brownie points and parading around false activism. When your politics and grandstanding only attribute to fiction that doesn't even align with irl.
Yes things can reflect reality and still have their own nuances. Arcane does, it's giving you the whole picture, you don't need to bring in the outside world. You are not smarter because you can't understand nuance and complex storytelling and can only spout "acab". You sure as hell aren't standing on any moral high ground.
-Vi, what is the commentary on her? If we're talking s1, she never left jinx by choice, she was kidnapped and thrown into stillwater.
Now if we're talking about s2, jinx is not a child, and on multiple occasions, jinx has made HER choice. It's very clear some viewers watched this with the desire for only 1 outcome: vi to never heal from everything she faced because of her past and because of powder/jinx. If vi only reason to live isn't jinx then the show is bad.
At some point jinx becomes her own person. And vi should be allowed to become her own. Vi says to jinx "you don't need me, you haven't for a while" or something along those lines, and she's right.
-Jinx. Some of you are so fragile and braindead you can't give jinx storyline any respect. It's always just "she never did anything wrong" and yall mean that so seriously. It's embarrassing.
"She's just like me for real", so you have major attachment psychosis and possess several counts of unwarranted murder? You can relate to parts of jinx, that's fine, but yall are so stuck on that, trying to be jinx or equating yourself to jinx, you can't see the story.
Jinx has multiple counts of terrorism and wrong doings. You actually, I don't even mean this sarcastically, lose any validity in your argument against caitlyn when this is your belief.
- in the full post they extend some form of understanding to every character except caitlyn. Which again, says all it needs to say. You are not morally better or a good person because you only see a fictional cop for their fictional title. If you don't look at people as people beyond that, that's when we get into a position where cycles never end.
To say all of zaun problems came from piltover and excuse jinx and silco... you are not an activist of zaun. For example, ekko, he doesn't just sit around shit talking piltover and enforcers. He understands that his own people, zaunites, are also part of the problem.
If you look at ekko and look at jinx. Zaun lament her as a figure to idolize, despite the fact for many years she was like 75% of the reason things in zaun got far worse before they could really get better. Jinx continuing to paint a target on zaun back by the end of s1 and then parts of s2.
Yall think violence against an entire system and people, vs those individuals who should be condemned for their actions and roles, is the answer.
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