#i get to drink some of it tho as consolation

[ryahisbored]

[shaking violently]

more advil. mOre aDviL! MORE ADVIL! MOR-

oww (sniff) 🥺

MORE ADVIL!

[strawbuddy-luv]

Tim Drake would love video games sm tho, and I do not see that represented enough.

He'd be a total nerd about it to. He'd rant and rant and rant about all the games he's played and all the cheats and the secret cut scenes and the hidden lore. He'd be a game theorist for sure, probably has a YouTube account dedicated to it since he's such a little detective. He knows the true lore of FNaF.

He'd definitely speed run minecraft, rp to probably. First person shooter? How about first hand experience. FNaF fanatic oh my God he'd LOVE that game so fucking much. Absolutely a Sonic kid, like you cannot convince me otherwise. Mario less so but you knows hes probably played every single game anyways. Pokemon? Every single one memorized down to their exact coloration. Stardew valley? Do i even have to ask. Animal crossing? Perfected his village, villagers and all. Zelda? I cannot prove it but he has a lino Cosplay somewhere and he's worn it for under cover missions. He'd slay in DTI, have like 5 different mansions in Bloxburg, defiantly played Royal High until the capitalism became to close to the real world, probably has hundreds of avatars to. An expert at games like fnf has played half the mods to ever be made for that game. He's been playing fortnite since it's release. He'd have one of the top scores ever in subway surfers. He'd download those "complete your restaurant" type games and finish them in two weeks and it'd only take that long because the game forces him to wait sometimes. Candy crush is his bitch 100%. He'd download mobile games and finish them in a day and then keep redoing them till he's perfected his method. He has played and replayed countless driving based games, can learn almost any new one in 6 minutes. Going back to the speed run thing I think he'd just enjoy speed running games in general, and gridning. He'd love minecraft so much omg-. Last of us? Played. Iron Lung? Played. Cuphead? Played. Detroit Become Human? Played. Kindergarten? Played. Sallyface? Played. Splatoon? Played. He'd love small games to I just am not that into video games to know any to list- :').

I mean think about it. Going off the "Tim's parents are never home" version of him, he'd have so much time to just sit around and play video games. He has the money to buy them and the time to spend getting ungodly good at them. He'd have amazing equipment, and it'd give him some sort of community even if he doesn't really interact with it personally. Like if he's not out stalking Batman or at school, he's playing a video game. Even after he starts working for Batman, he'd overwork himself to the bone and he'd STILL find a way to go pro gamer in-between. Probably for like 0.5 seconds whenever he's got to stand up to get himself another energy drink.

Like please, video game nerd Tim Drake on my knees begging you add this to your stories and headcanons. Have him introduce other batfam members to video games. HAVE HIM INTRODCUE BRUCE TO CANDY CRUSH AND MAKE THEM GET INTO A COMPETITION ON WHO CAN GET TO A HIGHER LEVEL FASTER. He shows Damian animal crossing. He gives Jason a gaming console and like 50 different shooter games and one copy of stardew valley as a joke and did not expect Jason to get so into it. Him Cass and Steph would love those Roblox horror games. He'd force the whole family to start having game nights and they'd have a world on Minecraft that has the most insane lore you've ever heard. Like please give me more video game nerd Tim and tell me your headcanons on what games he'd like and what he'd introduce different batfam members to in the comment I am begging you.

[mikobeautifulheart]

☆Master list☆

Because my other one is gross and apparently not doing its job. Plus its fully updated.

Rules and about me here

Link to og master list here if u want it ig but its not that different. ML

♧Megumi♧

Drunk Megumi's over due confession

Synopsis: Megumi gets unknowingly drunk on his birthday and spills a secret.

Yuji's little sister

Synopsis: You join Jujutsu high with your older brother yuji, meeting Megumi as well.

The same.

Synopsis: Yuji dies and the weight falls on your shoulders, the only way you thought to take it of was but hurting yourself.

Crying over Megumi

Synopsis: Megumi find you in your dorm after your mission avoiding him.

Pervy Megumi (Thoughts)

Synopsis: Not a fic more just like general ideas of him.

When he finds out you harm yourself

Synopsis: Usually you don't get into much danger when you harm yourself, but his time Megumi found you.

Megumi head cannons (the start of dating

Heired as a secretary

Synopsis: You go for the job for secretary without fully knowing what you got yourself into.

MEGUMI SERIES

Synopsis: Gojo watches as his son grows and is there every step of the way (even if Megumi dosen't know it)

Megumi and get caught up in the moment (And on Gojo's phone)

Synopsis: Megumi gives up on his mind and follows his instincts. And Gojo bares witness.

You and Megumi have your first official date

Synopsis: You and Megumi sneak out at night only for you to be pleasantly surprised by your fist date.

Bed bugs

Synopsis: He could care less about the marks he leaves.

☆Yuji☆

Yuji being horrible at comforting you and getting jealous over a 'guy'

Synopsis: Yuji hears you crying uncontrollably but after he fails to console you Gojo interrupts. which pretty much dose the trick.

Perv Yuji

Synopsis: Just some thoughts, like the Megumi one but *Sweeter* or so I tried to make it.

Toxic bf Yuji head cannons

♡Yuta♡

Nothing yet...which is kinda weird because he's my favorite character.

There is a bit of him in the various fics tho.

♤Toge♤

Nothing yet...

~Gojo~

7 Minutes in panic (College AU) 1700 words EXACTLY.

Synopsis: You go to a party for the first time and run into your Chemistry partner. As luck would have it the night goes wrong when your drink turns out to be spiked and your stuck with him in your closet.

Mafia Gojo needs to go to work but you could care less.

Synopsis: Really short less then 100 words. Gojo has to go to work but you convince him not to.

Assassin partner Gojo tries to make up for his mistakes.

Synopsis: Gojo's made a few mistakes in his job when it comes to you but in the end he knows you weren't one of them.

When you are replaced.

Synopsis: A new transfer teacher comes to Tokyo jujutsu high and she seems a bit to friendly.

He cheats but he still loves you

Synopsis: Yandere Gojo, his pleasure is cheating but that dosen't mean he dosen't love you.

•Geto•

Taken

Synopsis: after moving on you thought the past was behind you. That was until Geto showed up with no warning and kidnapped you.

OR Look at the various or go to the series section for '5 satges of greif'

¤ Nanami ¤

Teen Nanami and the random trampoline

Synopsis: Nanami just feels like a happy kid.

Teen Nanami winning cards.

Synopsis: In a game of cards, Nanami competes for the first prize which you gladly give him.

Jealous of the cat

Synopsis: He comes home after work only to find that there is another burden in your home.

Attempted

Synopsis: after coming back from work Nanami finds you and you dangerously close suicide attempt.

▪︎Sukuna▪︎

Sukuna switching with Yuji when your both asleep.

Synopsis: Sukuna wants a feel of what Yuji gets.

Intervention

Synopsis: You were going to go get married off to the Gojo clans strongest, how ever you disappear when you marriage was announced. The only clue anyone has to your disappearance is the monster lurking in the woods.

Choso

He gets jealous of your new pet cat.

Synopsis: You find a stray cat and Choso is not a cat person.

-Series-

5 stages of grief

1 Denial, Megumi Fushiguro

Synopsis: After Megumi's death you start seeing him everywhere, but every time your reminded that he is dead.

2 Anger, Suguru Geto

Synopsis: After his death you cut yourself off and busy your life with work, however when your called into Shibuya you can't bring yourself to kill him, until he assures you that its okay.

3 Bargaining, Satoru Gojo

Synopsis: After Gojo's death you try everything you can for years but nothing will bring him back.

4 depression, Nanami Kento

Synopsis: In an attempt to be reunited with your dead lover you take the ultimate self sacrifice.

Various JJK men and scenarios:

-Pretending to be your boyfriend and saving you from creeps:

Synopsis: Creep approaches, their there to save you.

Megumi and Yuji

Gojo and Geto

Nanami and Toji

Sukuna and Choso (Coming soon)

-When you forget your umbrella:

-Synopsis: You forget your umbrella but they find solutions.

Yuji and Megumi

Teen Gojo and Office worker Nanami

-When the train is crowded

Synopsis: The train goes thorough rush hour and you guys got stuck in it.

Yuji, Megumi and Yuta

-When the secretly hear you sing

Synopsis: You don't like singing infront of other people, but they want you to sing around them.

Megumi and Yuji

-When they accidently fall on you and vice versa

Synopsis: Its exactly what it sounds like.

Yuta and Yuji

-When you go to your first festival with them

Synopsis: You go to the festival for the first time with

Megumi, Yuji and Yuta

-When you turn delusional

Synopsis: From sleep deprivation to blood loss.

Yuji and Toge

-When you think they would hurt you.

Synopsis: When arguments bring your instincts back, they almost drop everything to love you again.

Yuji and Megumi

Yuta and Gojo

-Movie date but things get heated.

Synopsis: A simple movie in an almost empty cinema is good enough. (Not smut but suggestive)

Gojo and Megumi

-When they eat the last donut

Gojo and Yuji/Sukuna

-When they have an older GF

Yuji and Yuta (Aged upish, nothing illegal okay)

-Their morning voice

Megumi and Yuji

-When someone breaks into your house

Megumi and Yuji

-Touching your weak spot

Yuji and Yuta

-Touching THEIR weak spot

Yuji and Megumi

Gogo, Geto and Nanami

*If you want me to write anything again or with some one else or something new entirely

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I LOVE THOSE THINGS

[rieamena]

hii, i hope you are having a good day/evening/night!!

idk if u're recieving requests... i'm sorry if u're not TT but may i please ask for some billy kid headcanons with a sad reader? 🥹 like how he would try to cheer them up!! i feel like nothing it's imposible for him to do if it's for his partner!! and he would do everything for seeing them smile again 😭❤️‍🩹 like bringing snacks, or listen what's worring them, or go on a walk together, or play videogames, or watch a movie, or just cuddling! or everything together!! as long he can help and being at their side!

(i'm sorry if it's not clear enough, i'm a mess putting my thoughts into words TT)

(btw this is my first time doing a request eveeer, i'm too shy and afraid to ask for something even if i can do it anonymously 🕴 but now i'm being brave!) (i love how you write tho <3)

cheer up, baby!—

billy would go all out, not just grabbing snacks from the nearest store but actually finding a way to get your favorite specialty treats. if you love a particular pastry from a specific bakery or a rare snack that's hard to find, he’d make it his mission to get them. he'd surprise you with a beautifully arranged snack platter, complete with your favorite drinks, eagerly presenting it to you with a bright smile. “i know how much you love these,” he’d say, his eyes shining with excitement. “i had to make sure you had something special today.” his thoughtful gesture and the effort he put into finding your favorites would instantly warm your heart

billy would soooo suggest cooking a meal together. everything seems to be going smoothly, you both have settled into a silent rhythm with very little mishaps, that is, until billy gets a bit too ambitious with the stove. maybe he turns up the heat too high, or perhaps he tries to flambé something without much experience, but suddenly, there’s a burst of flames, and for a moment, panic sets in. billy’s eyes widen in surprise as he grabs a nearby towel, trying to smother the fire. to his surprise, instead of being scared or upset, you burst into laughter. the absurdity of the situation, combined with billy’s flustered expression, makes it impossible to stay serious. your laughter is infectious, and soon billy is laughing too, relieved that he's managed to take your mind off of whatever was bothering you

turning your living room into a mini theater, billy would arrange a lineup of your all-time favorite movies or a series you’ve been wanting to watch. he'd create a comfy nest with blankets, pillows, and even a projector if he can get one. throughout the marathon, he'd ensure you have everything you need, from drinks and snacks to occasional shoulder rubs and cuddles during the emotional scenes. "i want you to feel better," he'd say so quietly, your ears never pick it up. as the television lights up with different frames, he’d sneak glances at you, swelling with love every time he sees you laugh or get engrossed in a scene. during particularly emotional moments, he’d pull you closer, offering comfort with a gentle squeeze and whispered reassurances. "i'm right here," he’d murmur softly, his touch soothing and constant

billy would build a pillow fort as a cozy, safe space for you to open up about what's bothering you. he'd dim the lights and play soft, calming music in the background. sitting next to you, he’d hold your hand or offer a comforting hug as you talk. he’d ask gentle, open-ended questions to help you express your feelings fully, making sure you feel heard and validated. "i'm here for you," he'd say softly, his hand warm and reassuring in yours. "take your time." his eyes would be filled with concern and empathy as he listens intently to every word you say. when you pause, he’d give you a gentle squeeze, letting you know he's right there with you. "it's okay, let it all out," he’d encourage, his voice a soothing balm to your troubled heart

billy would set up a gaming station with all your favorite consoles and games ready to go. he’d pick out games that he knows bring you joy, whether they're action-packed adventures, puzzle games, or cozy life simulations. and even though he's the competitive kind, he'd "unknowingly" let you win just to see your pretty smile that he missed oh so much. "let's see if you can beat me this time," he'd say handing you a controller. as you play together, he’d cheer you on and offer tips, his eyes lighting up every time you get excited or score a win. "nice move!" he’d exclaim and when you finally win, he'd laugh and pretend to be defeated, holding up his hands in mock surrender. "you got me," he'd say, eyes forming into crescents. "but seeing you happy is the best victory."

knowing how much physical touch can comfort you, billy would make sure you feel completely enveloped in warmth and love. he’d pull you into a tight hug, letting you rest your head on his chest while he gently strokes your hair. as he holds you close, billy would whisper sweet words of reassurance. “you’re so special to me,” he’d say softly, his voice full of genuine affection. “i’m here for you, always. you’re never alone.” the steady rhythm of his mechanical heartbeat would provide a calming backdrop, helping you feel safe and secure. if you start to drift off to sleep in his arms, billy would make sure to stay perfectly still. he’d adjust his position slightly to ensure you’re comfortable, but otherwise, he wouldn’t move an inch. his only focus would be on making sure you have a peaceful nap, the slight circles he drew into your shoulder a gentle lullaby. in these moments, billy would also find comfort in holding you. knowing that he can provide you with a sense of security and peace would bring him immense joy. “i love you,” he’d whisper, even if you’re already asleep, his words a promise of his unwavering support and affection

nonnie this req is so cute but you are so much cuter <3 don't be scared to send some more or even just come to say hi! ur always welcome

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[theunburntsblog]

HOTD HEADCANNONS

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I would like to note I haven't exactly finished got or hotd, but I do know the spoilers.

I just have a hard time watching shows for a long period of time, but I will eventually get to it until then. Here's my gender neutral reader headcannons on HOTD characters thus far.

Also, I'm very conflicted on some characters ermm (daemon and aegon ii) turns around. But in the faith of you guys... I guess I'll engage. If some of your favorite characters aren't here, just request them!!

Reader is non-specific, and no pronouns are used within this! It's implied that the reader is of a Noble House (ex. lannister, stark, mytrell, baratheon, etc)

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ALICENT HIGHTOWER

Alicent would sure be a devoted and lovely wife. She puts her trust in you, does her duties, and is a very witful person.

Very religious to the faith would want a partner to at least respect her faith between the new gods.

Her favorite nicknames for you would be "Dove, Sweeting, Jewel and Darling"

Brings a very soothing maternal presence, it feels like you can tell her anything, and she would give you advice without judgment.

Presses gentle kisses onto your face if you were to leave to do training or something of the sort.

Very protective over you as well, even if she's not equipped with weaponry well. If she has to defend you, she definitely will.

Even if she's upset with your decisions, she would always be there and treat you no differently.

Her favorite sound is your laughter. Her love for you brightens every time she hears that laugh of yours.

She is not the best at expressing herself when it comes down to feelings, but she tries.

Her love languages would be acts of service and words for affirmations. She cares more about kind words and gestures than gifts.

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AEGON II TARGARYEN

Oh boy.. Aegon is a quite difficult one to especially with all of the drinking and brothels he devotes his time too.

It definitely will not be an easy time being his lover. His issues strive from the pressure and weight of being the rightful 'king' (ermmm okay aegon) mainly steming from his mother (love u Ali tho) and grandsire.

He only really thinks you're there for a way to either gain power or his cock which (let's be fr nobody want all that) Sex is one thing, love and trust is whole other thing.

I feel like he would be pretty needy stemming from how his father neglects him.

He has his moods and his moments, I bet you could console him quite easily although.

A very tactical lover always has to be touching you in some way. He craves to be held while you're in bed together, but he will never admit that.

Alicent would have to give him advice on how to treat you properly cause Lord Save us all he would not be a good partner.

Will not be faithful to you.. sorry not sorry

HELAENA TARGARYEN

Helaena has her quirks nonetheless, but that doesn't stop her from being a genuine good soul. She's a sweetheart in all honestly.

Helaena is a very curious girl. If you haven't originated from King's landing, I'm sure she would love to hear about your heritages.

She just needs someone to listen to her, about her bugs and about her riddles.

I believe she would tell you all about insects, I also think she would embroiderate insect brooches for you to wear proudly onto your coats.

I also believe she would tell you what insect really reminds her of you. Explaining why, in all detail, why she sees you as such.

I believe she would go to you to reconcile her about her visions as you're the only real one to understand her dismay.

I would suggest giving kindness back and start to court the princess.

I also would like to believe she's a huge bookworm, especially about mythology or nature.

Her love languages would be gift giving and quality time. She appreciates your company even if you both have nothing to say.

Patience is very key here. She doesn't like physical touch, and when she wants it, let her initiate it first. She doesn't like sudden loud noises or touches it makes her overwhelmed.

I believe she might be a poet as well from all of her riddles. She might journal to explore her dragon dreams and her other thoughts, respectively.

Over time, I think she would be the one to initiate small touches such as hands brushing against each other, small hugs, gentle kisses upon the cheeks, forehead, and lips.

bestest girl to you and will always be willing to listen to your thoughts and feelings.

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AEMOND TARGARYEN

Aemond will not be easy to love. After losing his eye, he had changed. He wasn't the sweet boy of his mother it was like he did a whole 180.

He will form a bond with you, and it will be VERYY slowburn.

He spends his time training, sparing, reading, and educating and doing all of the things Aegon doesn't do. (Which is a lot thx egg ig) I don't think he would be fond of you first it's like hes a thorn in your backside.

I feel like I would relate him to Daemon in the way that love doesn't come too easy for him.

He is quite wary of people, and at the beginning, you'll never see him without his eyepatch. It takes a lot of time for him to trust you with seeing his abnormality. He finds himself disgusting, I think only time will get him to find that his eye isn't ugly.

Also, a very jealous person, quick to anger to quick to act with emotions.

However, once you catch his eye. He'll come a bit possessive yet passionate towards you.

I feel like he would be very grateful if you were to meet Vhagar for the first time as Vhagar is almost like his second home.

He isn't used to kindness that doesn't come from his mother and sister.

A very observant lover loves to study your body language as he admires your features.

Paranoid that you'll find him ugly without his eyepatch on. He will mostly hide his scar the best he can, even if it's unbearable, or he will continue wearing it while he's aching.

RHAENYRA TARGARYEN

She would be the most loving partner, Even with all of her duties as Heir/Queen, she will always make time for you and her family.

I feel as if her love would be very maternal in a way(?) Honestly, like she would check up on you and make sure you're doing well. After a long way, she would lay with you, her hands gently massaging your scalp, and she reads a book.

I believe she would want someone who would not only protect her but her children as well. Not that she needs protecting. It's just a loyalty sort of thing.

Speaking of children, I feel like she would want for her lover to not only accept the boys in open arms but to be a parent figure of sorts.

Extremely loyal in the sense of defending your name.

I believe her love languages would be: physical touch, words of affirmations, and acts of services.

She's a very passionate and romantic lover. She tends to you when she can and makes sure to check in with you a lot.

I feel like she would talk about rumors and stuff going on in court with you, wanting to hear how you would approach the situation and your thoughts about it in general.

DAEMON TARGARYEN

Daemon is a very complicated man in general. Gaining his trust will be one thing. His love? Another.

He is known for preferring old valyria descendents, he has a common way of going to brothels and fucking whores. A marriage or love between him will not be an easy one.

The Rogue Prince is known to be unpredictable and harsh with his methods. I would use this to your advantage.

Your marriage/love will not be perfect as the blood of the dragon is strong. He might be yours, but he's a dragon first.

I feel like he would hold walls to withdraw from the emotions he deems as weak. Cracking these walls is a task end of itself. However, patience will be key. You might have to muster some dragonfire from yourself, I think he prefers to have someone who can manage his fire, but who can also light fire themselves.

He is a very difficult man with strange needs, I think it's best to meet with his roots. Learning High Valyrian, meeting 'The Blood Wyrm', conditioning old valyrian values. That's the best bet to really gain structure into this relationship.

He will not be tied down by marriage duty. He craves excitement and bloodshed. You will have to acknowledge that.

The best way to bond with him is to sit down into bed and let him read to you of his heritage. He's very proud of it, and nothing will stop that. I think another way to strengthen the relationship is to take flights with him and caraxes.

Once you worked past the walls, he had bulit. I think he would shower you in gifts when he returns from whatever blood 'The Dark Sister' craves. Since it's Daemon, I would probably think sex too ..

His love language will definitely be physical touch. He craves of you at his side, his favorite thing to map out the little 'imperfections' by roaming his hands across your body, spreading sweet kisses as he whispers sweet nothings in high valyrian into your ear.

His favorite nicknames for you would be "my love," "Perzītsos (little flame)," "jorrāeliarza (beloved)"

He's definitely not an easy man, but he will go to hell and back for you. He has odd ways of showing his gratitude and love. However, that will never stop him from unconditionally loving you.

I also assume he would be possessive and easy to anger. Don't get me started on his jealousy. This man does not like other lords or ladies even looking at his beloved.

JACAERYS VELARYON

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This boy is a splitting image of his mother. He's a very loyal man towards his partner. He devotes his time to his duties as heir and as well to spend time with you.

He is quite the gentleman, and assuming you're betrothed to him, he will willingly court you generously.

He showers you with love and loyalty, making sure you're comfortable with him and will never pressure you into something you don't wish to endure.

He showers you with gifts and always listens to your thoughts and feelings.

He wants to spend as much time as he possibly can with being heir, wherever you go he follows.

His gaze always lingers onto you. This man stares at you like you're a part of the gods. He always admires you.

He LOVES to give compliments about your appearance and outfits all the TIME. He loves to praise his beloved, and he makes sure you know how much you mean to him.

Is always touching you in some way, even if it's as simple as your hand brushing against his.

[hwajin]

#! — 𝐬𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠

boyfriend stuff during spring!! since it's finallyyyy getting warmer where i live hehe

genre: fluff

pairing: skz x gn!reader

warnings: mentions of food, veryyy soft in general tho <3

ᴄʜᴀɴ

the australian in him longs for warm weather so when it finally starts getting sunnier and the remainings of snow melt away he's outside with you as much as he can! doing nothing in particular as well - he simply loves being out, even if that only means booking an outdoor seat at some café he's invited you to. loveslovesloves taking you on rides as well! he'd pick you up right before sunset, loving how set sun would set later and later with each day, enjoying ever added minute of daytime he can possibly get with you, and would drive around remote field paths or forest clearings to find a spot perfect for sunset watching. would have snacks and drinks prepared, a couple blankets and pillows to throw into the trunk to get comfortable in it.

ʟɪɴᴏ

bro takes you camping even if you hate it 😭. it'll either be a bet or another form of luring you into it, and you're so reluctant to go he has to console you all the way there. like argues that camping during spring especially is PERFECT because it's not too hot or cold, you have some alone time away from everyone, you'll be closer to nature, can enjoy a nice campfire by night and he's so enthusiastic about it all that you can't help but be infected slightly by it (though you obv wouldn't give into his words, arguing back and forth that you can all those things on a different type of vacation.) you'll end up enjoying it though, especially since it's him you're with — you won't have to do much cooking or prepping or bedmaking, even — he knows you're with him not out of full free will so he'll silently (without rlly admitting) takes over everything to make your stay a bit more pleasant. and admittedly, watching the sunset and the following sky if stars with him has a certain satisfaction to it.

ᴄʜᴀɴɢʙɪɴ

he's a romantic so the moment the weather hits anything above 15 degrees celcius he dragssss you outside for good old typical couple stuff. will plan picknicks even though the grass is still damp with condensation and will invite you for ice cream even though you're not yet craving it due to lack of actual warmth but he's just so excited the weather is getting warmer and you can finally do stuff aside from watching movies at home :((. will sulk for days on end when the weather suddenly gets super rainy or super cold again, which you'd have to take into your own hands to cheer him up again - cooking for him or inviting him out for dinner, or simply dragging him outside while it's pouring rain because he can't stop pouting over not being able to go outside - which is all but wrong, and as silly as it'd be you'd end up laughing about getting soaked and cheesily kissing in the rain.

ʜʏᴜɴᴊɪɴ

another romantic candidate though he's less motivated himself if the weather is colder than expected. he loves, however, whenever the sun comes out, even for a little bit - will want to be outside, even if only sitting on a park bench, letting your faces sun bathe while thick coats still kept your bodies from shivering to death. he'd love walks so much too!! would love to explore all sorts of new places by walking around unknown city parts and areas, ocassionally sitting down in restaurants or cafés if they're accustomed to both your liking. you'd talk about everything and nothing, or would sometimes not talk at all - simply sit in silence while he'd unpack his notebook and pencil, doodling you and everything around him to memorize the day.

ᴊɪsᴜɴɢ

is a homebody even when warmer weather comes around so you'd have to be one dragging the man outside 😫. even convincing him for a walk is a task not easily handled, though he wouldn't be able to say to you on the long run if you'd nag at him for the remaining day until he'd actually agree to walk a round or two with you around the neighbourhood (you'd love to walk a bit more, though you'd decide to not let him suffer for much longer.) you'd spend a bunch of evenings outside simply watching the sunset together because you both love how late they are getting and how much longer you can stay up and still see that darkness hasn't yet occupied the night.

ғᴇʟɪx

starts buying SO many fruits you have to use half of them to bake something for them to not grow moldy omg. like he loves how seasonal fruits are finally cheaper and way more delicious, tasting all the more natural and fitting to spring. starts baking strawberry cakes like every other weekend because he loves bringing it to picknicks you'd plan whenever the weather is warm enough and loves that you love it just as much as the other stuff he bakes :(. would DRAG you to some lake or a public swimming pool the moment it gets a tad warmer because he loves to be in the water when the sun hits the earth in hotter temperatures (it's be way too cold still, but somehow none of you would mind much if it was the two of you together.)

sᴇᴜɴɢᴍɪɴ

he's a determined and hard working boy but i feel like he'd LOVEEE to lazy around in bed in the morning with you, listening to those morning birds that only ever start singing when spring comes around. in general gets so much lazier with you, like he loves basking in the sun when it's out and shining warmly, not thinking of possible assignments or duties — loves just enjoying the starts of spring and early summer with you. is so excited whenever you go to a lake or someplace similar, runs around teasing you, splashing water even though it's freezing still and you end up soaked and falling sick probably but you'd do it all again </3.

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mall dates all day every day!! he looooves shopping for new clothes that he can wear in warmer weather, especially with you!! loves getting fashion advice from you and giving out some himself, enjoying the teasing you'd confine into. you'd play a game of picking out outfits for the other, purposefully chosing outrageous ones and laughing about it when the other stepped out of the changing room, taking pictures to remember how silly each of you looked. would end up buying a couple matching sets (those that look cool together and not all cringy) and would wear both fits to the next date, be it going out for ice cream or seeing a movie and enjoying how after stepping out of the theater the sun would still not be fully set.

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[cherrycola27]

false god

Series Warnings: Mythology!AU. Language, alcohol, drinking. Military inaccuracies. Mutual pining, unrequited love. Allusions to and full smut. Minors DNI. 18+. Individual chapter warnings will come as needed. Banner Credit @thedroneranger

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Chapter 13: Electric Touch

Thursdays at the Hard Deck were normally pretty quiet. A few regulars besides the Dagger Squad, maybe a few girls out with their friends or the occasional group of office coworkers out for a pre-Friday happy hour.

However, this Thursday was very loud. Not because of the crowds, but because of Penny Benjamin, soon to be Mitchell.

The Daggers had taken a seat at the bar, and Penny was talking to them when her phone rang. She stepped to the back to take it. Moments later, everyone heard the unmistakable sound of her yelling.

Glances were shared amongst the group as they all wondered what could be wrong. All eyes shot towards Maverick, who was innocently sitting at the end of the bar.

"I didn't do anything—this time. I swear!" He held his hands up in mock defense as Penny came back out.

"You aren't going to believe it!" She huffed to no one in particular. "My band for tomorrow just canceled on me. Something about another bar offered them more money. What am I going to do? We always get a huge crowd when we have live music!" Penny grabbed the towel off her shoulder and threw it on the bar before taking her head in her hands and sighing.

Everyone was silent for a moment, trying to come up with a way to console Penny. No one was sure what to say. Bradley looked at you and raised an eyebrow. You knew what he was thinking. You knew what everyone was thinking, but no one was going to say anything to throw you under the bus. Well, almost no one.

"You know Hades is in a band. She's the lead singer." Jake pipes up after a few beats.

You shoot him a death glare as Penny comes to stand before you.

"You're in a band?" She leans on her elbows.

"Technically, I'm just filling in until they find a new lead singer." You tell her. "So you're in a band, and you didn't tell me?" Penny scoffs.

"The Styx isn't really the kind of band you normally have here, Pen. You can ask they squad. They unknowingly saw us a few months ago for Fanboy's birthday. We are more punk rock—alternative—that kind of stuff." You tell her, hoping she'll drop it.

"Listen, I'm in a pinch. Can you call the rest of your band mates and see if you can turn the emo down for a night and help me out. I mean, surely you guys know some pop or rock or something." Penny practically begs you.

She wasn't wrong, The Styx knew a wide range of songs.

"Fine." You sighed. "I'll call them." You grabbed your phone and stepped outside. Half an hour later, everyone had agreed, and The Styx would be playing at the Hard Deck on Friday.

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You were silent as Bradley drove to the Hard Deck early Friday afternoon. You were going to a quick sound check before the Hard Deck opened and then you and Bradley were grabbing a quick dinner before The Styx went on.

In regards to Penny's wishes, you and the rest of the band had chosen and rehearsed some more upbeat pieces, some throwback rock, and a few surprises.

You'd also traded in your usual concert attire for a black sundress with cap sleeves that tied in the front. You could take the girl out of the punk, but you couldn't take the punk out of the girl.

Sound check and dinner went fine, but when Bradley brought you back and opened your door, you refused to get out.

"I can't do this." You said to him as he stood there with the door open.

"What do you mean, Angel?" Bradley asked you.

"I can't—I can't sing in front of these people." You told him, still not moving.

"Angel, darling, I've seen you get up there and sing your heart out dozens of time now. You've never once had any reservations. Why now?" Bradley inquires.

"Because—because I didn't know those people, and they didn't know me. At other bars, I'm just a performer, but the people here know me, they work with me, they've seen me around—I can't—I can't hide." You admit to him. You'd never been one to have stage fright, but the idea of not having the security of playing a bar and then never going there again weighed on your shoulders.

At other gigs, people didn't know your name, and you'd never see them again, but the Hard Deck was different.

This audience would be filled with people who knew you. What if you messed up? Made a fool of yourself? Everyone would know.

"Baby." Bradley spoke softly. "Everything is going to be fine. You're going to be amazing. Plus, if anyone says anything to you, I will personally take care of it myself. Now, you need to get in there and knock 'em dead." Bradley smiles at you before unbuckling your seat belt and helping you out of the car.

You nod and jump out, ready to head in. But before you do, Bradley grabs your hand.

"Woah, woah, woah, woah." Bradley, stops you and tugs you back to him. You curl against his torso. As he looks down at you. "I know you aren't about to get up there and sing without me giving you a good luck kiss. C'mon Kolasi, are you crazy?" Bradley chuckles. You lean up on your tiptoes and press a kiss to his lips.

"Much better." He grins. "Now go be a rockstar." You turn away from him and run to catch up with everyone.

You take your place with the band and exchange greetings and good luck. Lyla let's you know that everything is ready for what you have planned.

After Penny introduces you, you all take the stage. The Daggers are all front row, with Bradley in the center, looking up at you like you hung the moon.

You start out your set with some eighties rock. Bon Jovi always puts everyone in a good mood. During the set, you move through some boy band hits, pop princesses, and a dash of country, but as it comes to a close, you have two songs left, and you're nervous for them.

After wrapping up the last bars of a Halsey song, Derrick puts down his bass guitar and grabs his saxophone from the case.

You turn to the crowd and speak into the microphone. "Well, we've got two songs left in our set, and we thought we'd change it up just a bit." You speak.

Everyone cheers and settles in. You find Bradley, still watching, still captivated by you. You take a deep breath. These last two songs would be the most special of the night. Not because you loved them, but because you were singing them to Bradley. They were for him.

You nodded to Derrick, and he and the rest of the band began to play.

You opened your mouth, and the words flowed from your red lips.

"We were crazy to think. Crazy to think that this could work. Remember how I said I'd die for you?"

Bradley's ears perked up. He recognized this song. He'd heard it faintly over the roar of the shower on more than one occasion. His breath hitched. You continued to sing, and Bradley couldn't ignore how undeniably sexy you looked and sounded right now.

He could feel the heat rising in his face and all of his blood rushing south as you began the chorus of the song.

"We might just get away with it. The altar is my hips. Even if it's a false god."

Your hips were an alter, and Bradley would gladly spend the rest of his life on his knees worshiping you.

His pants were definitely feeling tighter now as your body swayed with the beat. You looked right at him. Your eyes locked into his as you sang.

As you finished the song, Bradley really thought he was going to have to excuse himself to the bathroom, but if he got up, everyone would see how rock hard he was underneath his jeans. So, he stayed seated and took a long sip of his beer, trying to collect himself as there was some movement on the stage.

He looked around the bar and tried to think of anything except for you and what you might be wearing under your dress and what it would look like when he took it off of you tonight.

When he looks back at the stage, he's shocked.

You're standing up at the microphone with a red and black acoustic guitar in your hands. Bradley didn't even know you played. Is it possible that seeing you with it has made him fall even more in love with you?

You clear your throat as you grip the neck of the guitar and squeeze your pick in your hand.

"So we have one more song for you tonight, and I'd like to dedicate it to someone special. Bradley, this one's for you, Love." You say as you begin to strum the first notes of the song.

Bradley's breath catches jn his throat. He isn't sure where to look right now. He can't decide if he should focus on the way your fingers expertly glide over the strings of the guitar or how perfect your crimson pout is while you sing.

"All I know is this could either break my heart or bring it back to life."

Bradley thinks about how he would never break your heart and how you've told him he is the one who made you believe in love—in soulmates.

The more you sing, the more he sees your inhibitions slipping. He sees you relax and enjoy what you're doing, truly for the first time that night.

"And I want you now, wanna need you forever. In the heat of your electric touch."

God, you looked so beautiful up there. You found his eyes and smiled right at him. There was so much love for him on your face. You loved him, and you wanted everyone to know.

You stepped away from the microphone and started playing in earnest, strumming every note without hesitation or fear, jumping to the beat without a care in the world.

The bridge of the song came up. You let go of your guitar and let it hang from your shoulder as you grabbed the microphone with both hands to sing it.

"I was thinking just one time. Maybe the stars align. And maybe I call you mine—"

You locked eyes with him, and it was like you two were the only ones in the room

"Maybe the moment's right—"

You threw your head back as you crescendoed on a note at the climax of the song.

You finished strong with the absolute biggest smile on your face. Everyone inside the bar gave you and The Styx a standing ovation, and when you looked at Bradley, he was beaming at you with pride. You couldn't help it, but a few tears came to your eyes. But it was true, Bradley really did bring you back to life.

He was the light in your darkness.

He gave you a reason to live.

He saved you.

After putting everything away, Bradley found you sitting on the back deck of the Hard Deck, watching the waves roll in.

"You were amazing." He tells you, coming to sit beside you. "Why did you tell me you could play guitar?" He asks you. "It never came up." You joke with him as he pulls your stool closer to him.

There's a comfortable silence between the two of you as you both stare at the ocean, enjoying each other's company.

"Bradley." You breathe out, breaking the quiet. He hums back in response. "Take me home." You say as you stand up between his parted thighs.

"Of course, baby. I can take us home, we can change into some comfy clothes and watch some more of that documentary. Bradley replies, missing the point.

"Bradley—" you sigh as you meet his confused expression. "Take me home, and take me to bed." You clarify for him. Your palm coming to rest on his bicep

His honey colored eyes turn almost black in an instant as he pulls you in for a kiss.

"Fuck—Angel. Are you sure?" He asks you as he pulls back.

"Positive." You confirm. That's all Bradley needed to hear. He quickly stands up and grabs your hand. The two of you weave through the crowd of people, not bothering to stop and say goodbye. Bradley doesn't let go of you or speak a word until he has physically put you in the Bronco and buckled you up himself.

"I love you." He says as he climbs in the car and starts it. He laces your fingers together, and the two of you drive into the night.

.................

You thought you would be nervous on the drive home, but you're not.

Then, you thought that the nerves would hit you as you rode in the elevator to your floor or when Bradley unlocked the door and pulled you in behind him.

But they didn't.

And they didn't come when Bradley pinned you against the inside of the door to kiss you. They didn't come when you kicked off your shoes and wrapped your legs around his torso. They didn't come as he carried you down the hallway while you pushed his tropical print shirt off his shoulders or pulled his undershirt over his head.

The nerves didn't come because you didn't have anything to be nervous about. You loved Bradley and he loved you.

He gently sat you down , your feet landing on the plush rug in your shared bedroom.

Bradley unbuckled his belt and quickly discarded it and his jeans, leaving him in just his tight, black boxers.

You cupped him through the fabric, and he kissed you— hard. He moaned against your mouth as you ran your hand over his covered length. You slipped your tongue between his parted lips and deepened the kiss.

The need for air became too great, and the two of you broke apart. Bradley pressed his forehead against yours as the two of you panted, sharing the same air.

His hands skimmed up your side before finding the knot that held the front of your dress closed. He slowly pulled at the fabric, tugging it lose, before spinning you around and dragging the zipper down the back of your dress. Bradley pressed featherlight kisses along the column of your spin as each new inch of skin was exposed to him.

Once the zipper was open, he rose back to his feet and gathered all of your hair away from the right side of your neck. He pushed it away as you lulled your head to the side to give him better access. His lips dances across the space, leaving a scorching trail in their wake as he pushed the sleeves of your dress off your shoulders.

It pooled in the floor at your feet. You stepped out of it and turned to face him.

You weren't wearing a bra, so Bradley had a beautiful view of your peaked nipples that were just begging for his lips to be wrapped around them or rolled between his callous fingertips.

His eyes trailed futher south to the lacy, onyx colored panties—if you could even consider calling them panties, that you were wearing.

The small scrap of black fabric left little to the imagination. The lace ran across the front of you before merging with silk ribbons that were tied and resting on your hips.

Bradley skimmed his hands across your tattoos before tugging each ribbon loose with one finger. The cloth easily fell away from you and joined your dress and his pants in the floor.

You stood there before him, bare and beautiful. It was a glorious sight. Down right heavenly.

You took a step closer to him and skimmed the waistband of his boxers with your fingers. "Well, Bradley, fair is fair. You've seen mine, now let me see yours." You teased him. Bradley smirked at you before pushing the fabric down his thick thighs and kicking them off. You sucked in a breath. Time felt like it stopped. Both of you were there, naked and unafraid, ready to take the next step in your relationship.

"Are you sure?" Bradley whispered.

"I've never been more sure of anything else in my life." You promised him.

Bradley cupped your face in his hands before placing a tender kiss on your lips, slotting his mouth over yours, trying to pour every last ounce of adoration he had for you into it.

He broke away from you, just briefly, to sweep you up into his arms. He carried you bridal style the short distance to the bed.

Bradley gently placed you in the center of the sheets, making sure your head was propped up on the pillows. Your hair fanned out around you like a halo. How fitting, he thought.

Bradley climbed over you. His large body covering yours. He kissed you once more before dropping his lips to your jaw. He followed the line of it to the place where it met your ear.

You shuttered as he kissed there before trailing them down the column of your throat. Bradley continued his journey further south, pausing to nip and suck the tender swells of the tops of your breasts before his tongue laved the valley between them.

He took your right nippled between his lips, sucking the dusty rose colored bud into the warmth of his mouth before rolling the sensitive bud between his teeth. His left hand cupped your other one, kneading and rolling the flesh, causing you to moan for him. He pulled off of you with an audible pop before turning his attention to the other.

Each flick of his tongue against your pebbled nipple sent another rush of wetness to your core. You were so worked up, your slick running down your thighs as you rubbed them together in search of some friction to provide the tiniest bit of relief.

But Bradley wasn't having any of it.

He grabbed your hips and stilled your movements as he dragged his hot, wet tongue across your stomach and over your navel before placing a kiss right above where you wanted him most.

You parted your thighs for him, silently inviting him to take whatever he wanted from you. He nudged them even further apart before lowering his face to be level with your core.

"You're so wet for me, Angel." Bradley praised you. He was so close you could feel his hot breath fan across your center. You clenched around nothing, as you waited for him to touch you.

"Bradley—please." You whimpered, yearning for him to please you.

He chuckled before leaning forward and placing a delicate kiss on your clit. Your back arched as you nearly jumped off the bed. Bradley's large hands found your hips and pinned your down.

"Easy there, Angel. Just relax. I'll take care of you." Bradley assured you as he stroked the inner flesh of your thigh. You took a deep breath and settled yourself again.

Bradley pressed another kiss to your clit before tracing your slit with his tongue, gathering your wetness before drawing the sensitive bundle of nerves into his mouth. A breathy moan left your lips as he lapped at your core, over and over again, drawing more sounds of pleasure from you.

Your fingers flexed against the sheets, desperately seeking something to ground yourself. With a particular harsh lick of his tongue, you jolted forward and clamped your legs around Bradley's head.

He eased your thigh open, keeping them nice and wide for his broad shoulders. Your hand found purchase in his hair. You tugged on his golden curls, the blunt tips of your fingernails digging into his scalp.

He growled at the sensation before sinking two fingers into you. He curled his left hand, stroking your walls with expert fashion. He found that spongy spot inside your velvet heat with ease, and he zeroed in on it, quickly sending you towards a release.

You cried out his name in a string of melodious whines and moans, that went straight to Bradley's cock as he rutted himself against the mattress.

He knew he needed to collect himself because the beautiful sounds you were making, coupled with your devine taste, was almost enough to make him cum.

Bradley kept a steady rhythm between his fingers and his tongue, drawing you closer and closer to the edge. It was overwhelming. You tried to pull away, but Bradley slipped his free hand under you and grabbed your ass, pulling you as close has he possibly could to him, before draping his arm over your hip bones and pinning you in place.

You threw your head back into the pillows and screamed before tugging your lower lip into your mouth in an attempt to control yourself.

Bradley continued to lap at your core as you ground against his face, but as he did, he noticed something was missing. You were quiet, too quiet

Bradley looked up at you. Your lower lip was rolled between your teeth in an attempt to silence the sounds that are music to his ears.

"Angel—" He breathes out as he crawls up the bed and hovers over you. You meet his eyes as Bradley draws his thumb over your lip and frees it.

"Don't get shy on me now. I want to hear everything. I want you to sing for me again. Can you do that? Can you sing for me, pretty girl?" Bradley asks you.

You nod your head rapidly. You could do that for him. You would do anything Bradley asked of you because you wanted to be good for him.

He was so, so good to you, and you wanted to be his best girl.

So, when his lips met your eager core once more, you let out a symphony of moans, just for Bradley, his own private concert.

"Bradley, Bradley, Bradley!" You chanted his name as you tossed a leg over his shoulder and dug your heel into his back.

"Oh fuck, fuck, o gam, o gam! Olokliróno!" You shouted, slipping back into your native Greek tongue as pleasure washed over you as you came.

Your chest heaved as Bradley eased you through your high.

He climbed up next to you on the bed, grinning.

You smiled at him shyly. "I'm sorry." You laughed. "For what?" He asked you. "For switching to Greek. It's my first language, I couldn't help it." You say.

"Don't apologize. Do you know how incredibly sexy it was to hear you shout 'oh, fuck, I'm cumming,' in your native language?" Bradley smirks at you.

You look at him shocked. "How did you know what I said?" You asked him.

"I started learning the language after you told me you were Greek." Bradley tells you. Your eyes go wide. You told him that over ten months ago, before you were dating. He'd cared about you that long.

Your heart swells as you kiss him.

"If you keep it up, who knows what else you might hear me say." You tease him as you kiss him again, tasting yourself on his lips.

Bradley chuckles and easily slides his body over yours, supporting his weight on his forearms.

You can feel the thick head of his cock at your entrance. He moves one hand down and collects some of your wetness before spreading it over himself.

His eyes meet yours, one final, silent ask for permission, reassurance that this is something you want. You nod, wrapping your arms around his neck and kissing him as he pushes into you, slowly.

It's a stretch. You knew it would be to take all seven and a half inches of him. But it's a good stretch. It seems like it takes an eternity before Bradley finally bottoms out, and his hips are flush with yours.

You let go of the breath you are holding and wrap your legs around him, holding him still as you adjust to his size.

Bradley is dying to move. He's willing himself to hold back, even though he wants nothing more than to rut into your tight, wet heat. He knows that it's been a while for you. He also knows how important this is for you—for both of you, and he'll be damned if he lets his primal urges fuck this up.

You wriggle your hips, adjusting on the bed. Your walls flutter around him, and Bradley can't control the stutter in his hips as he curses.

"M'sorry." He mumbles, trying to calm himself.

"It's fine, Love, you can move." You tell him. Bradley nods. He pulls back about halfway before seating himself in you again.

A groan escapes his lips as he repeats the action over and over again, pulling out more each time until he's only leaving his thick mushroom tip inside of you.

Your arms wrap around his torso as you desperately claw at his tanned skin. His thrusts are deep, deliberate. You know Bradley is searching for your gspot so he can zero in on it and have you cumming around his cock.

He leans back on his haunches and tilts your hips upwards before rutting into you again. You let out I high-pitched moan and a string of Greek, and he knows he's found it.

"Is that it? Is that the spot right there? It has to be because it had my pretty girl making those heavenly moans for me. C'mon, Baby, get loud for me." Bradley encourages you as he ruts into you harder, deeper, faster.

The head of his cock kisses your cervix before dragging along the textured roof of your walls over and over again. A symphony falls from your lips as Bradley flexes against you.

His hands grip the meat of your hips, hard enough to leave brusies, marking you like a badge of honor. Maybe you should get his fingerprints tattooed on you so you'd always have them.

"Is that way you want? Does my beautiful girl want everyone to know who she belongs to?" Bradley goads you. You didn't realize you were thinking out loud when you'd said that last part, but it was true. You wanted everyone to know that you were Bradley's, and he was yours.

"Yesyesyes!" You babbled out as you nodded your head.

Bradley's eyes darkened. He loved the idea of everyone seeing the evidence of your lovemaking. He wanted everyone to know that he was the one who got to love you, to pleasure you—to worship you. That he was the only one worthy of that honor.

Maybe—just maybe—one day, if he is lucky, he'll get you pregnant, and then their would be no denying who's girl you were. God, the idea of you round and swollen and carrying his child only added to Bradley's pleasure.

"Fuck, Angel! You feel so fucking good. Gripping me so fucking tight. I could stay buried in you for eternity. You gave me a taste, and now I'm never going to get enough." Bradley cried out as you clenched around him.

The two of you moved in a syncopated rhythm, pushing a pulling in perfect harmony. Bradley praised you as you begged him for more.

In the back of you mind, you thought that he would have wanted to fuck you into the mattress until you couldn't walk tomorrow, but he surprised you once again.

Bradley wasn't having sex with you. He was making love to you. He was showing you over and over that he cared for you with the amount of effort he was putting in.

He listened to every gasp, every hitch in your breath, in order to make this a pleasurable experience for you. He cared about what you wanted.

You lifted your hips off the bed to meet his thrusts, urging both of you to the edge. As much as you wanted to stay wrapped up in Bradley, you wanted—nay—needed for him to cum inside you. To claim you as his own. To make you his just as much as he was yours.

Bradley could tell you were close. Each time he pulled back, your pussy gripped him, as if trying to keep him in place.

Sounds of your love making bounced off the walls of your bedroom. Wrapping you and Bradley in them.

Because this wasn't just sex between the two of you, it was something more. An ethereal connection the two of you had.

Bradley had never been so in love in his life. Truly, when he thought about it, Bradley didn't think he had even been in love with anyone until he met you.

You changed the very definition of love for Bradley.

You are the most beautiful, amazing, talented person he has ever known, and he doesn't want to live one day of his life without you.

He continued to rock against you, his thighs starting the burn, and his balls tight and, aching for release, but he wouldn't allow himself to let go until he felt you coming undone around him. He needed to make you feel good. It's the only thing on his mind.

Bradley's leaned forward, bracing on his forearms, invading your space, and sharing your air.

His head dropped to the crook of your neck as he peppered kisses there before using one of his hands to trace tight circles over your clit.

You tighten around him the timing of his thrusts, and the feeling of his fingers on your neglected bundle of nerves has your head spinning, but it's too much.

You wriggle under him, trying to get away from the sensation, but you can't.

"Bradley, it's too much." You tell him, and he understands. He pulls his hand back from your core.

Instead, he grabs your left hand and laces it with his, pinning both of them over your head. You close your eyes and cry out. "Love, I'm so close! Agápi, eímai tóso kontá!" As you thrash your head from side to side.

"I know, me too, Angel. Open your eyes. Look at me. I want you to look at me when you cum." Bradley grunts out, his voice strained with pleasure.

It takes every ounce of willpower you have, but you force your eyes open and stare into his. You squeeze his left hand with your own as your orgasm washed over you.

Euphoria floods your body as you cum for Bradley, chanting his name like a sacred prayer.

Bradley cums with you, babbling your name as he spills into you, your walls clamping around him, milking him for everything he has.

He collapses on top of you, and you welcome his weight as you card your fingers through his hair. You tremble against him as he whispers praises into your skin.

You don't know how much time passed, nor do you remember dozing off. But you're startled awake when you feel a warm damp cloth between your legs.

"B—Bradley?" You stutter out, your voice still raspy with sleep as you sit up.

"Shh, Angel, go back to sleep. I just wanted to clean you up." He tells you. You give him a sleepy smile as he finishes caring for you. Bradley tosses the cloth into the hamper, and you make grabby hands for him as he walks back over to the bed. He takes you in his arms, and you curl up to him as close as you possibly can.

"I love you." You tell him as you trace lazy shapes along his torso. "I love you too, Angel." He tells you as he cards his fingers through your hair. And in that moment, Bradley decides that this is exactly what he wants for the rest of his life.

He also knows that he has to practice his Greek one more time before the morning.

............

The next morning, you wake up alone. He worried at first, but when you hear the sounds of Bradley in the kitchen, you settle.

You take your time getting up and taking a shower. You're deliciously sore from the night before, and you couldn't be happier.

Post shower, you slip on one of Bradley's UVA tees and a pair of leggings. You pull your hair into a messy bun, and make your way into the kitchen.

Hydra and Cerberus are both at Bradley's feet, no doubt waiting for him to "accidentally" drop some bacon for them. You smile at the sight.

You can't recall a time when you have been this happy.

Breakfast is slow and easy. Bradley holds your hand through the entire thing. But when you get up to put the dishes away, he stops you.

You looked at him confused. But he gives you a reassuring smile before speaking.

"Hades—Angel, before I met you, I thought I knew what love was. And I never thought it was in the cards for me. But that all changed when I met you. You showed me what it meant to love and be loved. You showed me what it means to be so in love with someone it hurts.

I have loved you since the first day I met you. Angel, S'agapó, I love you. I love you more and more each day. I the way you laugh, and the way you smile, and they way you care for others.

You are the most amazing person I have ever met. And I don't want a day of my life to go by where you aren't in it, and I may not be able to stand at an alter and do it, but it doesn't mean that I can't ask you.

So, Ángele, tha me pantrefteís? Angel, will you marry me?" Bradley finishes his speech and reaches into his pocket and pulls out a small box. He opens it to reveal a beautiful diamond ring. You reach forward and gingerly touch it and instantly see that it belonged to his mother.

"Bradley— I—we—" you stutter as tears cloud your eyes.

"We can't— not really. And didn't we say marriage was just a piece of paper?" You shake your head.

"I was so wrong to say that." Bradley tells you.

"My dad died when I was a kid. And my mom never remarried. When I was old enough to understand, I asked her why, and she said that when you married someone, you promised to give someone your heart forever. She told me she had already given her heart to my dad, and she couldn't give it to anyone else again." Bradley tells you.

"I didn't really know what she meant then, but I do now. I want to give you my heart forever—however long, that is." Bradley smiles at you. Your eyes flick between him and the ring in his hand.

You knew that your marriage would never be real in the eyes of the other Gods, but you didn't care. They never cared about you anyway.

And you no longer cared about completing your quest. As long as you had Bradley, you had no desire to be immortal. He gave you purpose. For the first time in your life, he gave you a reason to live.

And maybe it didn't make sense, but it didn't matter. He was right. Marriage was a promise to give someone your heart, and even without a ring, you'd already given Bradley yours.

So, before you can think too hard about it, you look Bradley in the eyes and answer him.

"Yes."

Special shout out to @thedroneranger for the amazing moodboad!

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[twignotstick]

So I saw an ask from @probably-not-a-rutabaga

Got sad, decided I should write sad

Here we are :,)

Words: 1,403

Warnings: Major character death (tho its implied it happened offscreen, so more just major character dead?), Grief/Mourning, general sad vibes [if there's anything missing here, tell me please!]

Other tags: tmnt: aberration, turtle tots (kinda?), sad turtle pile, all the kiddos are sad, not my characters, hurt/little comfort, bittersweet ending, no beta we die like- uh- :|

Summary: Leo finds something he never wanted to find.

Splinter hadn't left his bed for weeks.

It was no secret that he was sick. Leo had tried to keep that secret, but his brothers weren't stupid. They knew what it looked like when someone was sick. They had all been sick before.

They had just never seen it get this bad.

Leo tried to keep up hope, but every day was more terrifying than the last. Every time Splinter would start coughing, hold his eyes tightly shut and shake his head, or even just trip, Leo would be terrified. He just couldn't tell what moment would be his father's last. He didn't want it to happen. He wanted Splinter to be there for his life; for his little brothers'.

Donnie had been working tirelessly on a project, despite Leo's better judgment. Part of him wanted to scold his little brother for barely sleeping in favor of working, but the other, smarter part of him knew this was just how Donnie coped. Working until the bad thoughts don't feel so bad anymore. That was why, when Donnie was finally done, he breathed a sigh of relief.

It was Donnie's biggest project to date; a fully operational game console. Sure, it was an old Game Boy with only a cartridge of Tetris, but Donnie had saved it. He found it tossed in with some other miscellaneous materials Leo had grabbed from the surface, but it was completely unplayable then. The screen didn't work, and the sound (what little did play through the scratchy speakers) obviously didn't match up with the inputs. But somehow, with scraped together materials and a couple months of work, Donnie made it good as new. It even got a new coat of paint with Mikey's help.

Donnie was so proud when it was done, and all of his brothers gathered around to see it boot up for the first time and take turns playing.

Leo thought that Dad might like to see it, too. Maybe even take a turn.

“Dad?”

Leo shifted on his feet in the doorway, facing the dark room where his father had been for the past eternity. He saw his father's form laying under the blankets, but didn't get a response, as usual.

So he continued.

“Donnie finally finished the Game Boy. The one he told you about? It works perfect now!”

Splinter laid still.

“We all took turns playing Tetris. Donnie was really good at it.” He snorted under his breath. “We had to keep Raph from throwing it when he got mad. He wasn't that great at it…”

Silence.

“Mikey drew some really pretty designs on the back with the markers we found! They're all swirly and stuff.”

Again, silence.

“I thought you might want a go? I know you said you aren't that good with phones, but I thought…”

Too much silence.

“...Dad?”

Hesitantly, Leo approached his father's bedside. The sheets were laid neatly, just like when he had tucked Splinter in a few days ago.

A cup of water, left for Splinter to drink that day, was undisturbed on his bedside table.

Slowly, Leo lifted his hands to lay them on his father's arm beneath the sheets. He shook Splinter gently, just enough to wake him. He needs to drink, he thought, or he won't get better.

When Splinter's face stayed turned away, Leo started getting frustrated. “Dad, you need to at least look at me.”

Splinter did not turn, nor did he wake.

Leo sighed, then started climbing onto the mattress. Splinter had the nicest bed of all of them, but it was also the springiest, so it took a second for Leo to fully get his balance. Especially when he was trying to fit in the small space between his father and the edge of the bed. However, he was able to settle on his knees and look down at his father.

Splinter's face was lying to the side, and his dark hair was laid about on the pillowcase. He had neglected to cut or even brush it, so it was somewhat knotted at certain points. His eyes were closed softly, and his mouth slightly open.

His chest wasn't moving.

Leo reached over and hovered his hand in front of his father's mouth, checking for a breath.

Nothing.

“Splinter?”

He placed a small hand on Splinter's neck, searching for a pulse.

Nothing.

“Dad?!”

Leo grabbed his father's head with his hands, shaking it gently. Just enough to wake him up.

Splinter did not wake.

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At first, Donnie wasn't sure of what he heard. He turned the Game Boy in his hands off and lifted his head, seeing if he could find the source.

“What was that for?” Raph huffed, shoving into Donnie's side. Donnie put his hand palm out toward Raph in response, still not turned to look at him.

They sat silently for a moment, then Mikey spoke. “You were doing so-” Donnie covered his mouth to shut him up.

There it was. A sob, a sniffle, coming from elsewhere in the lair.

Leo was crying.

There was no need for words; in an instant, all three brothers were on their feet and getting out of the pit. Donnie was the first one to reach their father's doorframe. There he stopped, halting his brothers behind him.

Leo was curled over Splinter's body, holding it to his chest. With every shaking sob, he would clutch the body closer. Like he was scared to let go.

Donnie turned to face his younger brothers. “G-go back to the pit.”

“What? Why?” Raph spat.

“I said, go b-back to the p-pit.”

“But Leo's crying, and-” Mikey's eyes filled with realization, and he clasped his hands over his mouth as his eyes started to water.

“Go back to the pit!”

“FINE!” Raph hissed, grabbing Mikey's arm to drag him away. “Not like Leo would even want us there anyway.”

“But- But Papa-”

“He doesn't care, Mikey.”

Mikey's tears finally spilled when they were out of Donnie's eyesight. Breathing deeply, he turned to see his big brother in despair.

He approached the bed quietly, knowing that Leo had already heard their argument. Hesitantly, he crawled up onto the springy bed and took a place behind his brother. Leo was clearly trying to stop crying, now that he had a brother to be strong for.

Silently, Donnie reached under the covers to find Splinter's wrist, if only to confirm what he knew to be true.

Something in him screamed to leave- to run away. Maybe he could find some way to fix this. But the better part of him knew that the best thing- no, the only thing he could do was work to fix what was left.

So he scooted closer and wrapped his arms around his shaking brother, letting his weight ground him. Then, he let himself break.

Leo broke the silence.

“I don't know what to do, Donnie.”

He finally lifted his head and turned, letting Donnie see his reddened eyes just a bit. He couldn't look straight at his little brother.

Donnie inhaled deeply and hugged Leo tighter.

“You do what you c-can, r-right?”

They sat like that for a while. Leo holding onto the body in the bed, Donnie holding onto him. The shedding of tears wasn't addressed.

Eventually Donnie caught another sound, just barely coming from behind him. A shuffle, and a sniff. Weight fell onto the bed. It could be mistaken for one, but Donnie knew it was two. Raph's face, soaking wet, appeared to Donnie's right before flopping onto Leo's shell.

Mikey came up on his left, crawling up further. Donnie tried to grab the lip of his shell, but the smaller shook it off easily. He laid himself down right next to their father, grabbing his face and holding their foreheads together.

“Its okay Papa,” Mikey whispered, as Leo rested a hand on his shell. “W-we're here now…”

Leo's breath hitched, but he grabbed Mikey and pulled him closer. Raph leaned deeper in the space between Donnie and Leo, and Donnie took that as a reason to wrap his arm around the turtle. The only one that could bare to look at their father now was Mikey, though it was through a curtain of tears.

The hiccups and sobs started to fade. Four little turtles laid there and wept, soaking in what warmth their father had left before it all melted away.

As all things must.

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Hehehe

Again, these aren't my characters!! They belong to @probably-not-a-rutabaga 's awesome TMNT iteration, abberation! This fic is also just my take on how the turtles could have found out about Splinter's passing. That I wrote like, so fast-

I promise I don't just write sad stuff like this, but I just got inspired and couldn't control it. So, this is the first thing on my tumblr writing portfolio. My iteration (still unnamed, sadly) is more psychological introspective nonsense and spookiness with a sprinkling of sad, which is more my usual writing style! And still in the works,,

So in summary, check out tmnt: aberration, and thanks for reading this sad fic that actually made me tear up writing it! hahahhhaha

[system-architect]

no one tagged me in it but i rlly wanted to do a character tag meme like ive seen ppl on my dash doing so,,, :"") here's the one that's been going around, for plex!

personally obsessed with the fact that his ingame visage is extremely babied boy and then when i draw him it reveals the fact like oh this is a very tired, awkwardly built, angular guy who's nearing 30. ok anyways, stuff below the cut!

-- B A S I C S

Name: Plex (fully titled: Infotechnist Plex)

Nicknames: (none. his handle on various console software is pl3x tho)

Age: 28

Birthday: 63 Scion 1308

Race: Asura

Gender: trans dude of some kind, he/him

Orientation: gay

Profession: he is an Inquest Technician very literally! minus the wiki bit mentioning magic since the stock npc is an ele lmao. ingame he's an engi, but as a character he has no combat skills whatsoever other than basic required training on how to use a firearm (which he hopes to never have to use)

-- P H Y S I C A L A S P E C T S

Hair: white (technically very very platinum blonde, natural)

Eyes: they're technically black with permanent yellow nightshine going on in his pupils. or irises. whatever the yellow dots are. don't worry about it.

Skin: albino (w/ light cream-tan stripe markings)

Tattoos/Scars: he's got a Y-shaped scar across his chest, and a couple of metal ports embedded on the right (viewer's left) side of his chest near his sternum, which have scarring around them

-- F A M I L Y

This section of the report has been obscured from view by the Inquest Legal Bureau at the behest of Redactor Trejj. Please contact your krewe's Overseer to initiate the proper clearance check measures if you believe this was in error. If you do not believe that it was in error, and instead that your ability to access this report whatsoever was unintended, please close the report at your earliest convenience and report to your facility's Inquisitor to be disciplined for reading this far.

-- S K I L L S

Abilities: Adept programmer with an eye for detail, and a photographic memory for numbers/strings of code specifically. Excels at combining complex pieces of information.

Hobbies: Gaming, movies/animations/shows, putting together model kits. Gets in a lot of arguments on programming and golemancy forums.

-- T R A I T S

Most positive generally helpful traits: Hard working (....usually), fast + thorough at things he puts his mind to, prefers to stay out of other people's business, good at keeping secrets, relatively open minded, has a pretty big capacity for empathy (even if he doesn't always show/use it)

Most negative generally unhelpful traits: Has a big mouth/isn't able to suppress his opinions about certain things, picky/fussy/whiny, socially awkward, tends to make interactions tense quickly, deep insecurity that bleeds over into how he acts around others, wants to 'win' things constantly, easily gets an inflated ego from said 'wins' that leads him to bite off more than he can chew after that

-- L I K E S

Colors: black LOL. also yellow (matches him!)

Smells: fresh coffee, cool rain on concrete, lemon, pine, canned air

Textures: leather and suede, soft fabrics (but not 'plush')

Drinks: coffee of course... also novelty flavor energy drinks even though they make his stomach feel like it's caving in on itself every time

-- O T H E R D E T A I L S

Smokes: lord no he'd start coughing on it

Drinks: his alcohol tolerance is about -2 so this is also a no. the man's veins and stomach lining are made of like.. tissue paper

Drugs: what do u think

Been arrested: no.. aside from being in the inquest (Which Is In Itself Literally Not A Crime) he's a fairly law abiding mild-mannered citizen lmfao. i mean he probably torrents things under a vpn but that's very low on the list of concerns for the peacemakers,

[crownedtargaryen]

As per your request: Could you write something about Jacaerys breaking up with a female reader and Aemond reacts and consoles her with ulterior motives? Thank youuuu 😘

Like seriously you are my knight in shining armor (⁠つ⁠≧⁠▽⁠≦⁠)⁠つ

take care of you. - brother modern!aemond

pairing: brother modern!aemond x innocent sister!reader (a/n): please note i do not romanticize or desire this upon anyone, this is purely fiction! CW: p in v sex, unprotected sex, incest, vouyerism? idk if that’s what is called.. aegon is watching tho, mild choking, taking advantage of reader, cheating, porn with semi plot, mild manipulation all notes are appreciated. words: 1.7k tag list: @asa-do-your-thing @twizzy123 @hopelesswritergall @clairacassidy @ad-astra-again

It hurt. I remember it hurting, the worst pain I’d ever felt. Seeing him across the party with her, his hands around her waist as he smiled the widest he’d ever smiled. I felt a sickly pang in my stomach as I stared at Jacaerys, his lips hovering over his as the music blared in my ears. My heart drops to my stomach, tears falling down my cheeks as I clench the drink in my hand, holding back the urge to wail in pure anguish. I couldn’t control my body, storming forward and staring at Jace. He notices me, jumping slightly and moving swiftly away from the blonde who looks me up and down, her hazel eyes burning into mine. I glare at her, jaw clenching.

Lannister.

“Sweetheart, let me explain!” Jace starts; I look at him in disgust, inhaling, my breathing shaky as I speak up before he can elaborate on this heinous act.

“I don’t want to fucking hear it. We’re DONE. YOU’RE done,” I say sternly, looking at the girl and leaning into her face. “Have fun with this bitch.” I then pour my drink on her head, wetting my lips and grinning at her. “Oops.”

She goes to swing, but someone grabs her; I look up to see Aemond Targaryen with a stern gaze, throwing her to the ground and walking over to me. Quickly, he grabs my wrist and pulls me off.

“We’re going home. Now,” Aemond says, making me look at him in shock. Aemond is my brother, but he’s never seemed protective of me. Why was he suddenly stepping up? It confused me, but I couldn’t bring myself to protest when I looked back and saw Jacaerys helping the girl up and glancing subtle glares at Aemond. My heart shatters, realizing he has no genuine care for me. He helped HER. Not me.

I sit on Aemond’s motorcycle, looking at him with glossy eyes as he puts a helmet on my head and secures it, leaning in and looking into my eyes.

“You’re okay; we’re in this together,” he whispers. His voice is reassuring, but his eyes say otherwise. I’ve known him forever; he’d never take advantage of me in such a state. However, I’m emotionally vulnerable, and I trust him. Aemond leans in, gently kisses my cheek, pats my helmet, and sits down. I snake my arms around his torso, squeezing gently and holding in soft sobs as we drive. I bury my face in his leather jacket, tears staining his back as I tremble and cry.

Time passes swiftly when I cry, and I feel us slowing to a stop. Aemond shifts off his bike, and I look at where we are. The LED lights shimmer, straining my teary eyes as I rub them and grumble in frustration. I slowly get off, Aemond taking my hand and smiling at me. My eyes shimmer as I stare into those beautiful violet eyes, admiring the discoloration of one due to the scar resting upon his face. He notices my staring, looking away and to the location we’ve stopped at.

“Let’s get you some snacks. Is that alright?” He asks, avoiding looking at me. I walk forward, holding his hand tight and looking at him with a slight nod.

“Yeah… ’s fine,” I croak, sniffling as I follow him inside. We scan the isles for comfort foods and drinks, Aemond buying us some alcoholic beverages to forget these pains and have a separate party, away from all those lowlife losers- as he said.

I offer to pay for such things, but he takes out his card faster than I can react and purchases the abundance of treats, making me feel a bit embarrassed and in debt to him. “I can pay you back,” I start, but he ignores me. I repeat myself, and he merely walks back to his motorcycle, urging me to get on as we ride back to our house.

Aegon is sitting on the couch, indulging in his snacks and drinks, getting over a hangover from the previous night. He’s watching some sappy romance, mildly intoxicated and on the verge of tears from the story. When we enter, he looks at us and grins. His smile falls when he sees my swollen eyes, frowning and standing up.

“What happened?! What did you do?!” Aegon snaps, Aemond glaring at him. Aegon rushes over, pulling me from him, which Aemond doesn’t take kindly. “Oh baby, what did he do…” he whispers, cupping my cheeks. Aemond, not enjoying what’s his being taken, snatching me away.

“I didn’t do anything. It was her stupid boyfriend; that cunt did something,” Aemond snaps back, Aegon’s concern contorting into anger. He goes to ask, but I notice Aemond shakes his head and then walks me upstairs, Aegon looking at me helplessly as we leave.

I sit on Aemond’s bed, looking at him with a heavy heart. He closes the door, and I notice he has a look in his eyes that I can’t mainly place, not thinking much of it. Aemond sits next to me, handing me the bag full of goodies as she pours us two cups of alcohol, handing me one as she looks at me with a small smile. I look at him and smile weakly, and he moves his hand to my chin, making me look at him thoroughly.

“You look prettier when you smile. Talk to me; how are you feeling, issa jorrāelagon?” He whispers, making a shiver run down my spine. 

My love.

My sadness grows as he brings it up, tears welling in my eyes. Swiftly, he sets down his cup and hugs me close, letting me break into tears in his chest. I clench the back of his leather jacket, pushing my body weight onto him. He rocks with me gently, petting my hair. I feel his hand trail down my back and up the back of my shirt, his warm hands rubbing against my skin and soothing me slowly.

“I feel so unloved… What- What did I do wrong?” I sob, looking up at him with a heartbroken gaze. He looks at me sympathetically, moving away hair that sticks to my cheeks from my tears. Then, he nuzzles his nose with mine, free hand stroking over my thigh.

“Sweetling, you will never be unloved by Aegon or me. You are too well tangled in my soul to be unloved by me,” he whispers, making my heart dance. “He’s an idiot, and he didn’t deserve you… I will treat you right. He will never touch you.” I feel my body melt at such words as his hand trail between my thighs. I fail to notice at first but then gasp softly as his fingertips graze my clothed cunt. A quiet whimper falls from my lips, biting my lip when he applies more pressure.

“Let me take care of you, sister. I’ll show you a true man’s love,” he whispers. I can’t deny him, body aching beneath his desiring touch. Slowly, my thighs open, and I whine, feeling my underwear dampen when he reaches between my pants and underwear, feeling how soaked I already am. “Oh gods, look at you.” his voice has become breathy as he slips off my pants, eyeing me up and down with a cheeky smirk. “Go on, lay down. Let lēkia take care of this pretty pussy.”

Aemond moves down between my legs as I lay back, licking over the sopping cloth and making me whine with my hips, making him chuckle lowly. Slowly, he peels my underwear to the side to reveal my new mound, slick and dripping down my hole. He moves his fingers along my folds, soaking them with the substance, then moves in, lapping up my messy hole and wrapping his mouth over the piece, looking up at me with dark and lustful eyes. I tilt my head back, his warm tongue licking at my sensitive clit as my thighs tremble, moving to his shoulders and moving in to surround his head. Soft pants and helpless sights escape my lips, his fingers moving to my entrance and pushing inside quickly.

“Fuck you’re tight,” he groans against my bud, making me shiver and moan out his name, which causes him to grin and go faster, shoving his fingers inside my velvety entrance with a newfound eagerness. His abuse of my clit drives me over the edge, making a mess on his fingers as he moves off my cunt with a filthy pop, gazing at me with a cheeky grin, slipping off his underwear and pants, throwing them to the side as he slides off his shirt as well as my own, admiring my figure. Aemond grinds his cock against my slick folds, pinning my hands above my head and chuckling slowly with heavy pants. “Good girl, you’re so beautiful.” he leans down, kissing my collarbone and chest, massaging my breast with one hand and pushing his tip in with the other. I clamp down as he eases himself in with a low groan, jaw clenched as he stares into my eyes.

“Aemond,” I moan, eyes rolling back as I wince at the stretch. “Fuck… I’m so full.” I struggle between whines, feeling him move in and out nice and slow. I see the door open slightly, biting my lip and whimpering loudly.

Aegon.

The thought of him getting off to this is filthy, and I wish to give him a show. So, I hook my legs around Aemond’s waist and push him deep into the spongey spot inside my cunt, making me arch my back and cry out in pleasure. Aemond grins wildly, pounding the spot full force as his hand trails to my throat, squeezing and pinning me down by my neck, biting his lip with low animalistic growls.

“Open,” he demands, making me involuntarily open my mouth. I watch as he spits into my mouth, his saliva coating my tongue as he sighs lovingly and moves in, kissing me passionately. His tongue trails to mine, spreading the spit across my tongue and pushing it down my throat. I swallow weakly, clenching his arm and bouncing with every thrust, choking out moans.

I whine loudly. “I’m close,” I whine out, Aemond nodding in acknowledgment. “Fuck, I’m gonna cum.”

I feel my peak close in on me, but then I hear a familiar voice that drives Aemond to a quick stop.

“Not on my watch,” Aegon coos as he tosses a pair of my underwear to the side, the base covered in his cum. “Big brother’s gonna rail you until you forget about that fucker.”

[hel-phoenyx]

New Year's Eve, interlude

A little thing on @corneille-but-not-the-author @soupedepates and me's ongoing story that strays from my editorial line (the brooding big bad wolf) but is important nonetheless

Enjoy :D

____

"Are you sulking, uncle ?"

I sigh for the thirteenth time today. I don't know how many times my nephew, ten years old and kicking, has asked me this question, but it is starting to get old. Even if I am currently destroying him at Wii:Sports.

Luckily for me the Wii is one of the only consoles I can play easily on, especially competitive games. I have a high-quality prosthesis, but there's still some games requiring too much cinetic accuracy for an artificial hand.

I am also very lucky Fen, being the hyperactive preteen he is, absolutely loves Wii:Sports.

It still doesn't discourage him to ask inappropriate questions.

"No, I am not."

"You look like you do, tho. Did you get dumped or what ?"

Children. I roll my eyes and send his Mii flying with a sucker punch remarkably well placed. Eh, I am boxing as a hobby.

The truth is, it may appear as so to Fen, used to smiles and me playing a lot with him, especially now, in the beginning of March, that both of us are technically on student leave. But I don't think I am sulking. Not particularily.

Let's rewind a bit, shall we ? Yesterday I was supposed to see Domhildr at the union's meeting. She invited me there after a little bit of texting, because as a student, I am not part of any unions. Even if I do involve myself in some actions with the CGT when i have the time. I was not here to plan a revolution, tho. I was here to talk to her.

We had no words for each other. Just a hug and a "I missed you" that hid, so, so much more. After that, the meeting started, and, even if it was not going well, I still had hope to find time to talk afterwards. Maybe get a drink or chill at a café. Take some time for ourselves.

And then, well. The middle aged leftist fucker had the nerve to call her a tramp in front of our faces. I knew how this would end. I tried to calm her down, even if I probably wasn't that convincing, furious as I was ; couldn't stop her to blurt out the longest streak of insults in Arabic I have ever heard coming out of her mouth.

I was, without lying, astonished. That woman is beautiful even when she spits out profanities, that isn't fair for the rest of the world.

She got out after that, and even if the poor goth lady she gave the mic to tried to speak again, no one heard her. The men exploded in anger about "how women can't control themselves in a serious place" and "it wasn't the time and place to let out petty grievances". I had to raise my voice a lot of times, and even then, couldn't bring back silence.

It's when the meeting ended I noticed the bastard was long gone.

And outside, no trace of Domhildr. Just blood drops not far from the entrance.

Needless to say I panicked. Called her countless times on her phone. Got no answer. Called Oli, who after laughing at my expense (deserved, and God knows I love you, Oli) told me they didn't have any news, either. Spent the evening, then the night in a state of absolute panic. I was, actually, this close to go to the police. maybe the infamous Sigismund Warsowar could help me, after all.

Kriss was the only thing stoppping me from doing so, with very valid arguments including but not limited to "you did exactly the same to her and it was not a lot of blood, she should be safe and sound, wait tomorrow if no one has news". She invited Brynja for the evening, and I have to admit I forgot about that for a fleeting time.

But we are in the beginning of the afternoon, and I still didn't got any call.

So maybe I am sulking, in the eyes of my nephew. But I am first and foremost worried.

Fen is looking at me with his ten years-old all-knowing eyes. I swear, that kid knows something I don't.

"Com"on, uncle Tyr, tell meeeee.... It's not funny when you're sulking, I don't like beating you up that way."

"HA ! You're the one beaten up, squirt."

"That's not truuuuuuue ! I got you once !"

Yeah, once. But you're ten, I'll let you have this.

Especially since I've spent so little time with you those last few years. Let's not take away the joy you get in seeing me.

"I'll go check if the cookies we put in the oven are baking properly, don't start a new game, I say standing up. Or even better, choose another one, since apparently it's not funny when I beat you."

"You're avoiding the question !"

"No I'm not. Keep to the Wii or the Switch, will you ?"

He sticks his tongue towards me, but says nothing else, lets me reach the kitchen. Well, the first batch of cookies, delicacy allowed only when I'm here to cook with them, is almost over. We still have like, three to do. Because Fen wants to do enough for all his friends at the school.

I miss the times I was only caring about making sure my friends are well-fed before learning about fractions or the French Revolution.

While I'm away, I hear a ring. Fen shouts from the living room loud enough to cover it.

"Phone for you, uncle Tyr !"

"Can you take it for me ? I'll be right back !"

The few notes I've heard are telling me it's a friend calling, maybe Oli or Aarni, they both have similar ringtones. Can't tell anyway, the kid picked up the call almost immediatly.

"Hello hello, Fen af Mundir-Lameni here, how can I help you today~"

I snort from the kitchen while the oven starts beeping. every time when he takes a phone call he has to get all gentlemanly. The pride of a child is not to be underestimated. It's cute.

Some words are spoken, but I cannot hear them, I am too busy putting a second cookie batch on the oven. Before I hear Fen bursting out laughing, and see his little brown head behind the door with the biggest smile on his face.

"Uncle Tyyyyyr ? That's your girlfrieeeeeend !"

Wait what ? But Brynja doesn't have that ringtone, and she litteraly left this morning, why would she call me-

"his what ?"

...

The voice on the other side of the phone, that a grinning Fen just put on speaker, is not Brynja's. It's Domhildr's. Who, of course, is calling me when I don't have access to my phone.

And now my damn nephew is laughing like a little devil and my ears are so, so red I think my brain is gonna implode from the heat. Fuck.

I held my hand out trying to hide the deep embarassment gripping on my limbs.

"Give me that."

"Sure, uncle~ Enjoy your talk !"

I roll my eyes and take the phone in my hand.

"Hey, Domi. Sorry about that-"

"It's fine. It's fine. Children, am I right... Look, I'm sorry about yesterday, It's just- Something happened, and-"

She takes a deep breath. Enough for me to notice she's talking far more fast than usual.

"Is everything alright ? You sound frantic."

"... A lot of things happened, but I'm alright. I promise. and uh, I know yesterday was cut short, so, are you- are you available by any chance ? I really really really gotta see you."

Well. We will have the cockroach on our backs, but aside that this is the opportunity I was waiting for.

"I'm at Kriss' right now, and won't move for the rest of the day. Come meet me there when you can, alright ? We made cookies. We'll just have Fen on our backs. He's on winter break."

"Lucky kid... Alright I'm coming. Cookies sound nice. See you, Tyr."

She hangs up. I sigh.

Well, I have another reason to finish all of those batches.

***

The door rings just in time for the last batch of cookies to get out of the oven. Fen, of course, leaves me there to run towards it in a hurry, smiling with all his teeth ; he even open it with a laugh caused from almost tripping on his own feet.

"Auntie Domi !"

Said auntie steps back just in time to avoid the preteen bullet. I roll my eyes.

"Fen, that's not a way to say hello to auntie."

We're used to it, by now. Fen has a lot of aunties and uncles, among my friends, or Kriss', all the people that saw him grow up. It's so he can forget the real family is awful and there's a reason we only see them on Christmas or some events we're forced to come.

So I'm probably psychoting if I say out loud I swear this time feels different.

Maybe it's because of Fen's huge grin.

"Sorry auntie..."

"Hello to you too, kid."

She turns towards me. Her left eye is twitching a bit. Stressed ? I am, too. This time, i'm sure, there will be no interruptions. an occasion to talk, after all this time.

Well, no interruption, except...

"Fen, can you put auntie's bike in mom's garage, please ? And then, if you could play in your room, that will be appreciated."

He groans.

"But I wanted to see auntie..."

"Later. We... Kinda need to discuss a lot of things, between adults."

Lord, Kriss would be so proud of me. Even prouder that I manage to send her son away without earning me as much as a grimace. Domhildr even turns towards me with a tiny smirk and I feel even more accomplished.

"Auntie", huh ?"

"You'll have all the occasion to sass me later, Domhildr. Come inside, don't stay here, I'll make us some tea."

She's sat in front of a whole plate of cookies, and speculoos I stole in Kriss's stash especially for that. I'll repay them later, and I'm sure she won't cuss me out for feeding a friend. That is litteraly inhaling them while I let the water for the tea boil.

"Still green mint tea ?"

"Yeah, thanks."

She's sill eating the biscuits, but I can see her eye twitch even more. Sometimes her finger is repeteadly tapping on the table. I'm not exactly at ease. That's probably why I'm running errands everywhere, fetching the mugs, then the tea (green mint for her, black with spices and cinnamon for me), then the tea bags, then other cookies. Haven't taken any time to sit down.

I fetch the tea, then the water, and starts pouring it. Green mint doesn't need as much time as black, it kinda gives me a little reprive. She's still looking at me with those eyes, her foot now swinging in the air.

"I don't remember if you take sugar in your tea, I ask knowing damn well she doesn't. I'll go get it if you want, wait a minute-"

"Are you gonna fucking pace all afternoon or are you finally going to talk, Tyrfing ?!"

Oh.

Shit.

I freeze, right in my place, the kettle still in my hand. Silent as a carp, unable to move in inch. Between my ears only cold.

"I came here to talk to you, goddamnit, she continues, voice cutting as a knife. Not listen to you pacing around the subject without ever saying a word about it ! Do you intend to talk or not ?!"

At this point

I don't know if I can answer.

I come back to the sofa, put down the kettle. Sit down. It takes me a long time to finally find a word that doesn't taste fake.

"... I'm sorry."

"Sure hope you are. Two months of no contact, you know how long that is, Tyr ? A fucking lot. Yes, even if you avoided everyone."

That is already more familiar. And the nickname feels far more warm than my full name. The one my loved ones only use when they're irremedialy mad at me.

It's not said with the cutting voice of my mother.

I lift my head. My eyes cross hers. Angry, face scrunched up, mouth pinched yet covered in speculoos crumbs. It's almost cute, if you forget she is, arguably in a legitimate way, furiously mad at me.

"... I'm aware. Kriss already gave me an earful about that, as did Oli and Meili when I finally breached said no-contact."

And by Gods I don't ever wanna see those eyes on Kaizarz's face ever again.

"Also, I am really sorry about New Years, outside the bar. Not that it's an excuse, I smile albeit a little sadly, but I wasn't exactly in the right headspace and you took me by surprise."

And I didn't think you would love me, ever, when you're surrounded with so many people that love you as you are without making any of my kind of difficulties.

I still don't think you do. I can't believe that idea. Not now that you have Sigismund and Oli.

Domhildr downs another speculoos, drinks her tea. Closes her eyes.

"Look, man, one thing clear, I don't care if you don't love me. I don't dream. Just, next time, have the decency to reject me to my face, except of keeping fucking silent and then avoiding me for months-"

"I do."

"What ?-"

She blinks, puzzled. I can feel my guts clench, but I promised I would act like a damn adult, and that means putting all cards on the table. Even if I'll end up with the unavoidable rejection.

"I do. Love you, I mean."

Silence. I guess it's karma. Fine. I deserve that. A part of me wants to hide in a dark corner, forget that I'm 6'9'' and definitely not able to hide properly. Act like an adult, they said. Come on. Don't stay here, say something.

"... I know it's hard to believe, especially after the two months of no-contact and the whole trainwreck at the bar. I don't expect you to return any feelings, especially now that you have Sigismund. But, hey, at least it's said, innit-"

"Wa'Allah you are an absolute fucking idiot."

Is she

Is she crying now ?

"I told you, last time, didn't I ? I have enough place in my heart for a lot of people. You included. It's not 'cause Sigi's there that you're gonna get kicked out, jeez !"

She is standing up.

My poor sister is gonna scream about the amount of tea spilled on her carpet.

But right now

I can only see her face.

Her eyes, shining, filled with tears, focused on me.

I blink.

Is there

Something wet on my eyelids ?

"I thought- I thought you said that to cheer me up."

"For fuck's sake how low is your self-esteem ?!? Also do you think so little of me for imagining a second I could lie to you even to make you feel better ?!"

One step. Two steps. She's in front of me now.

Her fist right in my stomach.

It hurts.

She's strong.

Always been.

And I've always been so unjust toward her.

"Yes, I love you, you absolute giant asshole ! And for the record I didn't think I had a chance, either ! Are you even aware of how I felt when I had no peep from you after the whole blowout, and for what, months ?! I thought- I-"

Something is closing around me.

It's a tiny pair of arms.

"I thought you hated me, Tyr..."

She's snuggling against me now. And I, like it is natural, close my arms around her.

Like I've been back home.

"............ I am, once again, sorry about that."

"If I hear one more "sorry" I'm ripping your throat out."

I laugh. Pull her closer.

Some seconds pass in silence, then minutes. I can hear Fen playing in his room, unaware of the scene unfolding underneath his feet. I think she's crying in my shirt, or at least it's wet. I don't put beneath her the act of spitting her tea on my clothes to spite me.

Wouldn't even hold a grudge at this point.

After a few minutes, though, I can't contain myself anymore.

"... Say, Domi, would it be in bad taste if I asked now if I can kiss you ?"

A fist comes hitting my ribs.

"Yes, it would be, bonehead. But for the record, I don't care. Please, do."

I generously comply.

It's not like I have been waiting for this moment

For years.

[aspd-culture]

Well, since I’m having a massive flare manifesting (at the moment) as the bone-itching urges, I guess I might as well turn it into something productive.

So, mostly for people who are trying to understand what it’s like living with ASPD more than people who know they have it, here’s the best description of it I can give - should be better than most of my previous attempts because it is currently all I can think about anyway!

In my experience, these urges are after things in one of three categories: impulsive, destructive, and disruptive. Note that these are just the categories I personally made up to help me understand what exactly my ASPD is after and how to explain it to my loved ones so they can get an idea of how to help.

Impulsive - Doing something, anything, *right now* with no planning, notice, or thought about it. No questions asked, let’s just go. These tend to be the least harmful and the easiest category to find replacement behaviors in. Examples (both of destructive behaviors and replacement behaviors) are unplanned road trips, large purchases, long/aimless walks, etc. Anything that causes a change in scenery tends to go here, as well as anything that very well *should* be planned out but isn’t.

Coping strategies that may help: If you have ASPD, sometime when you are calmest (maybe right after satisfying one of these urges so you know it won’t be coming again for a while) pack a bag of some kind to keep in your trunk or backseat with everything you might need for one of these including spare keys to your house if your area is safe to do that in/if your trunk locks separately from your car - because really, are you likely to remember them in the moment? - 2 phone chargers (just in case one breaks) with both a wall brick and a car charger, at least 1 set of spare clothes you don’t care about never wearing besides for this, travel shampoo, conditioner, soap, and toothpaste and a disposable toothbrush, at least a day’s worth of any medication you take, enough money to get any essentials but not so much that you mind if it gets lost or stolen - sweet spot of maybe like $20 to $30?, etc. Think “I have to spend a night in a hotel and can’t bring anything but my phone” because you know if you have to remember anything, you won’t and/or the replacement behavior won’t work. If your loved one has ASPD, I can’t speak for everyone, but I would *love* it if my partner did this for me so when I get impulsive we could just *go*. It might be best if you drive tho so they can crank up the music and enjoy the ride without the responsibility. Another would be to set aside some money separate from your normal savings just for this. Whilst it can make money tight and isn’t an option for everyone, it’s important to balance the burden of planning for money to be tight vs coming out of a flare realizing you spent rent money on a console/laptop/tablet/new phone/speaker system/etc.

Destructive - Breaking something, someone, or myself. These are the common ones you think of by the criteria; picking fights, breaking things, hurting yourself/others, sh and sui attempts, drvgs, drinking, smoking, gambling etc. If it can damage person or property, it tends to be in this category. In my experience the most dopamine comes from the first time you do these behaviors, so these things may seem super out of character for the person in question.

Coping strategies are hard to find with this category; really just lean into harm reduction vs stopping them. As much as it sucks, if you have a loved one with ASPD in your life and they are trying to do something destructive, you can’t just stop them unless you have a replacement behavior they seem into trying out in the moment. If you do, you’re pushing it in the direction of causing harm to you because we *need* to fill these urges somehow. I’m not saying just let them harm themselves or someone else - I’m saying reduce the harm as much as possible without taking the “fun” out of it because then it won’t work and the pwASPD will again be forced to find something else to fill this urge. For me, the longer the urges go on, the more intense the behavior has to be to work.

Disruptive - Doing or saying something that would warrant a “what the fuck?”. This includes breaking into abandoned places, lying for the hell of it, buying something you don’t even want or need, yelling in a quiet room, cheating, etc. If it causes a serious change in routine or subverts expectations, it tends to be in this category.

Coping strategies that may help: to be honest many of these don’t need a replacement behavior because many of them are a lil out there but aren’t really hurting anyone. If you see a pwASPD you care about playing Webkinz at 3AM trying to find out which swear words they can successfully name their pet, mind your business. If you do need to replace the behavior, though, lean into the idea of novelty. Is there a mall you’ve never been to around you and you have a bit of money to burn? Go check it out. Do you have a pool that you could swim in despite it being like 65 degrees (F) and raining (not storming)? Go for it. Does sleeping sound lame as hell, but sleeping on your dog’s bed sound more appealing? You got it dude. Wanna read a book upside down? I will be the first in line to tell you how awesome that is once you’re done. Pull a Joey from friends and see how many pairs of your underwear you can put on at once. Move all your furniture an inch to the left to mess with your roommate. This has a lot of overlap with advice I would give to pwADHD as well and a lot of it is basically chaotic neutral activities.

For me, my urges don’t always pick one category, sometimes anything from any one of these will help. However, I find it best to try and take the thing my ASPD wants to do (said thing is almost always a bad idea for one reason or another) and look to replace it within the same category. The only thing is that you want to have the ideas for this on deck for when the urges hit because if your brain has to come up with a replacement behavior in the moment, good ideas will become useless because it doesn’t *want* to replace the behavior, it wants to do it.

Again, these won’t all work for everyone, but they are at least how I experience my urges and tricks I use to keep them from getting the better of me. As always, ymmv and I do not take responsibility for anything that may come of how you choose to respond to your urges. Many things mentioned in here are examples to describe the urge, not suggestions, and therefore things that are illegal and/or dangerous have been mentioned. I do not advocate for anything illegal or dangerous. Still, I hope this helps someone.

[summercreolefanfictioner]

jigokuraku drunk headcanons (modern au version)

ps. let's just say I wanna know what they do in the wild times (refer to my modern au fic on ao3 for more details) I also didn't include nurugai and mei cause they're kids huhu

gabimaru

does not get drunk

like zilch nada

it's sad cause he drank alcohol at the age of 8 or 9 as part of his training

and bcos his tastebuds are so numb, he actually has no idea if someone poisoned his drink or if he is drinking alcohol at all

might also be the designated driver lol

yui

you know takagi-san from "the teasing master takagi-san"?

the girl who teases her crush in a smooth way and the guy has no chance to get his revenge?

yep that's yui when she's drunk

makes gabimaru blush 24/7 by teasing him in her own innocent way

knows no boundaries bcos she is never ashamed to get close to him (he secretly likes it tho but it's better if they get a room 🫣)

even asked him to kiss her one time in front of their friends (they did but gabimaru held out a hand to cover their lips bcos yuzuriha wanted to take a picture)

does not get hangover

remembers what she did and is surprisingly happy about it

well as long as she's happy then gabi thinks all is well in the world

sagiri

the crying drunk

as someone who follows rules 24/7 and is never one to break down her strong facade, sagiri lets out her cool when under the influence of alcohol

would get soft and mushy abt every single thing

"gabimaru, your love for yui is such an admirable thing!"

😭😭😭

"I am glad I met a person like you, yuzuriha!"

would also mention names of couples from dramas she binge-watched (fyi sagiri is a major fangirl of theatres and dramas as per canon)

gets hangovers

ends up sleeping while crying

gets embarrassed abt what she did the next day

yuzuriha

the laughing drunk

anything can be filled with humor and she makes fun of anything

AND ANYONE (especially toma much to his own dismay)

would even console sagiri while she's crying bcos she loves her like that

even encourages yui to flirt with gabimaru openly just for the sake of getting a blushing pic of him as blackmail

is the main source of all drunk pics and vids

lowkey scared of senta when he's drunk bcos she is suddenly reminded of senta when he's in his study mode

everyone is suddenly friendly to her after drinking parties (some would still not hesitate to threaten her just kidding)

senta

strict scary drunk

the one who commands the rowdy crowd bcos he can and he will

yuzuriha thought senta will just be that one quiet drunk in the corner

until she remembered senta as a focused individual who lectures her bcos of her poor grades

even sagiri and tenza got mad respect towards him

he is clueless abt this alternate personality

and yes no one tells him abt it

toma

the angry drunk

I swear he is angry at anything and anyone

would even pick fights bcos he believes he is righteous like that

it's like shugen has another brother from the criminal side of things 👀

would still go boasting abt how his older bro is the coolest guy he's ever met

but will also fight him bcos he is drunk and his vision is blurry so he doesn't recognize he is speaking to him

would challenge everyone to a drinking game, especially fuchi and gantetsusai

he loses tho

barfs everywhere (might've slept on them too)

is the one who threatens yuzuriha the next day despite hangover

chobe

the buddha drunk

yeah chobe is wild and brash and has that typical yankee attitude but when he drinks, he suddenly turns into the wisest man alive

preaches good things abt life much to toma's chagrin

even tells gabimaru not to resist yui's flirting attempts bcos she is showing her love like that

tells stories abt how he saw toma as a baby and how it turned his life for the better

"I don't mind doing everything for my brother"

he says that with a gentle smile on his face (creepiest thing ever)

would also cry with sagiri abt soft and mushy things

he's not bothered by his drunk antics tho (but toma is hence why he is on his way to strangle yuzuriha)

tenza

delirious drunk

like he sees things no one sees and laughs about it

acts like he's best buds with everyone

has the habit of taking his clothes off bcos it's so warm and he's feeling hot (does not even care if there are people around)

would even defend this habit by saying "being naked should be normalized! people don't wear clothes centuries ago!"

does not remember everything until nurugai tells him abt it

apologizes to everyone the next day

shion

another delirious one

tbh he can handle alcohol so well but for a blind man, he "sees" things (based on his pov lol)

he tells everyone how tenza looks like a slug of meatball

also walks in a zigzag manner but still thinks he's walking on a straight path

in fear that he might be involved in further accidents, fuchi decides to throw the liquid out of his cup out the window

lectures everyone the next day abt how excessive drinking can ruin their lives (um excuse me????)

shugen

another crying one

tbh no one really invited him (except for sagiri)

is actually a combination of sagiri and toma tho

would fight everyone but would also cry when the other person fights back

"why are you fighting me? didn't you know that war is bad?"

lectures gabimaru abt not flirting back with yui

"you should be grateful your lady is showing adoration for you and your manliness"

mans up the next day and takes responsibility for his shameful actions

jikka

the drunk who acts like they're soooooo drunk

I won't elaborate any further cause jikka is always drinking in the manga

yes he also has blackmail pics and videos like yuzuriha

beware of him at all costs

fuchi and gantetsusai

designated drivers

I joined these two bcos they both observe the people at the party

and they could really hold their alcohol pretty well

at par with gabimaru ngl

would always look out for shion in case he destroys things

also calms senta down when he's angry

tbh gabimaru was their designated driver lol

but bcos gabimaru is ummm "busy" with his wife, they're the ones tasked with taking care of everyone

teases the shit out of everyone bcos no one fights against them

[lordarsonizzzzt]

Hi, could you write about how Dr.Glass, Dr.Bright, Dr.Kondraki, Dr.Gears and SCP-073 would react to their S/O who seems to mentally regress when being yelled at (looks down, can't stop crying, needs to hold onto something to ground themselves, apologising constantly/not being able to say anything). Thanks

Hi :D I don't write for SCPs bc I don't want to characterize them in a wrong way, so I'll throw Iceberg in there if that's okay

SCP STAFF WITH AN S/O THAT MENTALLY REGRESSES WHEN BEING YELLED AT.

characters: Simon Glass, Jack Bright, Kondraki, Charles Gears, Julian Iceberg

DR. GLASS

✧ Would never yell at you, not even to call you if you are like, in another room.

✧ As I stated in the Glass Headcanon thing, he can be manipulative and a little shit.

✧ He once heard a fighting going on and he went on the room where it was happening to put a stop to it.

✧ His blood was boiling when he saw you standing in place, shaking and holding back sobs while hugging yourself and looking down.

✧ Someone he didn't care to know the position of was, indeed, yelling at you and he probably was and will be the first person to see Glass mad.

✧ He didn't spoke a word, walked to where you were, stood in front of you and punched the guy square in the face and then in a very calm voice he told him a bunch of stuff that went from how 682 would crack every bone of his to how clef would do the same thing but slower.

✧ He took your hand and led you away, when you both were back in his office he grabbed some candy he always had for his patients and put them in the table, then he started telling you that everything was okay, you were safe now and if you wanted, you two could take some free time until his next session and watch something you like.

✧ He doesn't panic, he knows what to do to make you feel safe again.

DR. BRIGHT (She/He used)

✷ Similar to Gears and Kondraki, she has a lot of power in the foundation.

✷ She's goofy nd shit but can be scary when he gets serious.

✷ Now he didin't saw who yelled at you, she just came into the cafeteria and saw you on one of the tables being consoled by a really confused Clef.

✷ She was by your side in two seconds and started asking what's wrong, when you didn't answer he started asking more and more until Clef told him to shut up.

✷ The 3 of you just stayed there waiting until you felt better and were able to talk, Jack was holding your hand and running his thumb across it while Clef just ate his lunch in silence.

✷ When you finally told him what happened he held your hand a little tighter and then shot a glance at Clef.

✷ "I'll give you 100 bucks if you kill that fucker"

✷ You had to convice both of them that they shouldn't.

✷ Bright did however, made that person's life a living hell, she told everyone what they did and probably exagerate a little.

✷ Next time he crosses this person in the hallways he is going to make sure they felt the same way you did or worse.

✷ They should feel lucy tho, the only reason they are not a D Class or a victim of 682 was because you didn't thought that was the solution.

DR. KONDRAKI

✴︎ He was probably drunk when he did it, and you were trying to help him like Draven did.

✴︎ And he yelled at you to stop and to just let him drink his sorrows away.

✴︎ It was like magic, he felt sober in the moment he heard you say a weak 'sorry' and start sobbing. He quickly stood up from his chair and hugged you and started apologizing while you did the same.

✴︎ He would feel guilty the rest of the day and would quit his drinking for a month.

✴︎ Even if you said you forgive him, he would buy you gifts, spend more time with you and each time he will say sorry.

✴︎ He will try never yelling at you again, drunk or sober, stressed or not. He doesn't want you feeling bad and then hating him.

DR. GEARS

〠 Not the best at comforting.

〠 It was probably Iceberg who yelled at you, because he yells at anyone. Gears would try to do things he saw others doing, he'll put his hand on your shoulder and just stay there with you.

〠 He really doesn't know what to do because that never happened to him,, so he can't relate that much and his lack of emotional reaction doesn't help.

〠 He will drop more work into Iceberg and will buy you your comfort drink (if you have any)

〠 He shows he cares with gifts and sometimes words, but he thinks is better if he doesn't say anything when you are like that, he may come a little too harsh.

〠 He'll pet your hair if it makes you feel better? Again, not the best at comforting but he'll try.

〠 Eventually he'll get back to work if you are feeling a little better, will tell Glass to be with you today, he probably knows what to do.

DR. ICEBERG

❆ Probably the one that yelled at you, he won't do anything to comfort you at the moment.

❆ You will find little gifts on your desk, your work will be done and there will be a letter where he apologizes in his,,, own way.

❆ "i'm sorry I made you cry but it will happen again but I'll try not to make it happen again"

❆ He's not the best with words or physical affection, but he will show that he's sorry by controlling himself around you, when he's about to yell at you or someone and you are in there he'll excuse himself for a moment, and then will come back a little calmer, or will tell you to get out so he can chill the f out

❆ Not the best to date if you are like that tbf, but he will try

[bunnoxy]

matchup for @daemonwritesstuff PART 1

This is the first part of the matchup! I decided to separate btd and tpof because you waited so long and I wanted to give you at least one part! I hope you will like it!

For btd I chose Strade for you!. I think you both meet each other in a bar, just like in a game! He would notice how shy you were at the beginning and he would think just how adorable it was! He would get touchy very quickly, for example touching your hand while you both talk. Strade would find your smile so pretty! He just can’t wait to wipe it off from your face and make you suffer! Just imagining him torturing you makes him hard, so congrats! You are a perfect victim for him! Kidnapping you was quite fun, no matter if you struggled a lot or just gave in… He just “loves” you so much already!  (poor you)

Strade doesn’t know what consent is, so you will have to bear a lot of rape from him. When you consent it's not fun anymore! He will make sure you won’t be able to enjoy what he is doing to you, because he loves the scared and disgusted look on your face! Maybe at some point you won’t help but enjoy those things because of how your mind will be broken! Your cries are so cute! He loves to hear and see your crying! 

Sometimes he may provoke you because he wants to see your anger! Tell him how much you hate him! How you want to hurt him! It’s just so funny for him! If you tried to hurt him he would just laugh at your face and hurt you even worse than you could ever imagine! It's a miracle that you are still alive! There would be many times when you feel that you are about to die, but Strade makes sure that this doesn’t happen! He wants you alive, even if you would look very cute being dead <3  

After some time he might start giving you some stuff! You’ve been so good for him so you deserve something nice! The most common thing he would give you are energy drinks (because they are unhealthy lmao). However, if you are very good for him, he gives you more privileges! He would buy you a console! And you would be able to play some games! Of course all of the games you would be playing would be singleplayer. He won’t play with you often, but you would be able to play with Ren! He would be so happy to play with you!

When it comes to Ren I think you both would be good friends! You both like games and anime! Also I think he might be a fan of kpop so you both would spend some time together listening to music, playing games and watching anime! You would also be able to have art supplies too! Maybe you should draw something nice for Strade! :). Of course Strade won’t let you have too much fun so it won’t be 24/7. Most of your time is being tortured by Strade, but there would be times where you would have some nice things! So be grateful for them! 

If you are good enough, you will be able to sleep in a bed with Strade! You would have to beg for it tho! He won’t let you sleep with him for free! Maybe you should cut yourself for him! Impress him! Maybe cut your tongue! Or stab yourself! Or both! Just make sure to satisfy him! After you make him happy then congrats! You don’t have to sleep on a cold floor!

His favorite part about you is your arms! They look so beautiful when they are covered in cuts and blood! He likes to order you to lick off the blood of your arms! It's pretty fun to look at it! Strade also likes your cheeks! He thinks about making a hole in your cheek and fuck it but those are just silly thoughts of him! Maybe one day he will make those thoughts come true! We’ll see! Also, you want a tattoo? Better not let him know, or he might oh-so-generously carve or burn a design into your body. Better hope he doesn't get carried away, too. How about a whole sleeve?

He would tug or rip out your piercings - it's good that you have so many of them, plenty of fun for him! He loves how you screamed in pain when he ripped them out! The scars from ripping out look so cute on you! Maybe he should make you new piercings? And then rip them out again! 

He'd love how skinny you are! He likes fragile victims, and if your bones are visible anywhere, it'd tempt him to break them! And if you have visible ribs, he’d love dragging a serrated knife over your ribcage, feeling the tip of the blade hitch on each bone 

He'd definitely be fascinated with your looks, especially on days when you dress up more femme. He might provide you with some outfits to wear for him and for the viewers, you'll look gorgeous bleeding out on camera <3 

[v1nnydinny]

hii!! how are u?? feeling well, having a nice day? I hope so!

What about The Grabber x Male! Reader (adult) who is so sweet and kind but has anger issues or at least, gets frustrated very easily...

have a wonderful day, dear! kisses and hugs!

Omggg rkrkoddkek I love this request! So doing it!!!

Kiss and hugs back!!

TW! yelling, shoving/pushing, cursing, silent treatment, the grabber himself-, grabbing wrists, gripping your own hair out of anger, another guy eating grossly— lmk if anymore else!

I think it’s time we go home

The Grabber has been letting you stay upstairs for awhile now since you’ve earned his trust by how sweet and kind you are. He’s noticed small things tend to upset you easily, he didn’t really pay much attention to it tho. Intill today.

He sits on the edge of the bed rubbing your shoulder and taking your hand in his placing soft kisses to it to try and get you up. You try to get him to leave you alone but pull your hand away but he just pulls it right back in a tighter hold.

You groan and slowly sit up while rubbing your eyes with your free hand. You look at him confused since it’s only 9:30 am

“What is it?” You said tiredly, he tucks a piece of hair behind your ear (if you have hair😨🤙🏻) and speaks in that voice. It’s deep, and sweet but always a hint of seriousness or desire.

“I want you to get up and get ready, I’m taking you out to breakfast.” He says with a smile.

That smile, you can’t seem to place your finger on it but there’s something about it. Something so different, the way his smile just curves so perfectly, the way you can see his canines so perfectly.

You nod at his request and get up going to your shared closet. The Grabber has bought you clothes and ones that you like to.

You pull out some baggy pants and a black tee-shirt that has a skull on the front, and then a plain black zip up sweater. You walk to the bathroom to get changed.

You walk into the bathroom and shut the door and lock it, you look at your messy short hair. The piece that he tucked in still tucked nicely behind your ear.

You ruffle your hair a bit before quickly getting undressed and pulling on all your clothes and leaving your dirty clothes on the ground of the bathroom.

The Grabber knocks on the door and try’s for the handle.

“Why’s the door locked?” He asked sternly.

You unlock the door and slowly peek out.

“Sorry, I was just getting dressed” you say softly, in the candy sweet tone.

He nods and turns away grabbing the keys to the van.

“Now let’s get going mister” he says with a loving tone. You and nod and smile, a bit of blush creeping up on your cheeks. You quickly slip on your shoes and smile at him as he holds the door for you.

You skip to the car and gets into the passenger side while he gets in on the drivers side. He starts driving to a breakfast place, one hand on the steering wheel and the other holding your hand on the middle console.

It’s a quiet but quick ride, he gently squeezes your hand as you both pull up to breakfast. He lets go of your hand and gets out of the car lightly jogging to your side and opening the door for you with a playful bow.

You can’t help but giggle at his playfulness. You hop out and smile at him. He grins at you and wraps his arm around your waist as you both walk into the breakfast place.

Shortly after you guys get a seat at the bar, your handed menus and water to start. You both look at the food and drinks deciding what you want, after a couple minutes you both chose what you want and wait for your waiter to come back.

The Grabber makes small talk.

“Your hair looks nice today mister man” he says softly. You can’t help but smile, you hadn’t even brushed your hair— just gave it a ruffle and went about it.

“Thank you lover” you say back in your signature sweet voice. He grins at the name and tucks a strand behind your ear again and rubs your knee.

You both are just looking at each other, taking in each other’s futures once again. It’s short lived tho as your waitress comes back to talks order.

“What can I get you dears for today?” She says with a soft smile.

“Hm, I’ll have the breakfast sandwich with a dark coffee and he’ll have (name of breakfast food) with (drink of choice)” The Grabber says back and continues to rub your knee.

“I’ll be right with yah!” She says and walks to hang up the order.

You and The Grabber are talking a bit before he pulls out a small notepad and pen.

“Would you wanna play tic-tac-toe?” He asked already flipping the page. Of course you say yes and you both smile at each other before he hand you the notepad and pen to write it and start.

You write the lines and make your first move. Then his turn. You guys go back and forth and it ends in a cats game.

It’s perfect timing tho because the waiter comes back with your food and drinks.

“Thank you.” The grabber says and you just nod with a sweet smile.

You both are eating and talking, intill some random dude comes in and sits next to you at the bar. You ignore him because he wasn’t talking to you, just being really loud.

You guys keep talking, you’re getting a bit annoyed with his loud ass talking.

The guy gets his own food soon and you think since he’s eating it will be fine, but no. He’s fucking smacking and chewing with his mouth open.

And that’s all it took for you. You slammed your hands down and turned to him.

“Can you be any fucking grosser?!” You yell at him and he just looks at you shocked, food falling from his pig mouth.

But once you realize you just snapped at some random guy who was probably just enjoying his day and his food, even if it was gross, you feel horrid

You want to apologize but nothing comes out, The Grabber grabs your wrist and spins you around. Literally everyone is looking.

“What the fuck was that? What’s your deal Y/N!”

He slams a 50$ bill down on the bar to pay for your guys food and drags you by the wrist out. He goes to your side of the van and opens the door shoving you in and slamming the door. Before angrily walking over to the drivers side getting in and slamming the door again.

“What the hell is your problem Y/N?” He asks sternly and angrily.

“I-“ is all you could get out before tears filled your eyes.

He slams his hand on the wheel and pulls out of the parking lot.

His hand gripping the steering wheel tightly as he doesn’t say a word.

The Van ride felt like hours.

The Van finally comes to a stop and he gets out and goes inside, you following close after.

“I- I didn’t mean to! He- did you not see him? And hear how loud his smacking was?!” You ask, your voice not the same, not the usual, sweet, soft and kind voice, no. This time your voice is filled with fear, and anger and regret.

But he completely ignores you. He sits on the couch. Manspreading and running and hand through his hair.

You let of a soft cry and quick go to your shared room with him.

You curl up on the bed, crying into your hands and repetitively ask yourself the same thing. “Why did you have to get mad?” “Why do you get upset so fast?” “Why couldn’t you just not have snapped on that poor guy.”

The questions in your head screaming at you, only making you cry harder and grip your hands in your hair.

Your no longer crying, to tired too, to upset to let the tears slip past your gorgeous eyes. You hear a soft knock on the door, a pit of fear filling in your stomach.

The door opens and it’s obviously him. Who else?

He walks over slowly and sits on the edge of the bed by you, the bed dipping by his weight.

“What happened back there?” He asks with confusion and a hint of anger

You breathe out shakily and slowly sit up, fidgeting with your hands and shaking.

“I- i don’t know…!” Your voice filled with fear and laced with sadness.

“Why did you get so mad so fast?” He asks sternly with a hint of confusion.

“I don’t know…I just get angry quickly..I can’t help it.!” You say with sadness and tears fill your eyes again, begging you to flood over and spill out.

He looks at you for a minute and seeing the tears in your eyes breaks him. Hearing you crying so hard in the room by yourself already hurt him.

Normally he would have rushed to the room to see why you were crying. But he was trying to give you the silent treatment.

You cover your face as tears pool over now, soft cries filling the room, he immediately pulls you into a hug, rubbing your back and whispering to you.

“It’s okay..it’s okay sweet boy.” He says softly, trying to push away any other emotions or thoughts in him right now.

You cry into his chest, and he lefts you. Rubbing your back and running his hand through your soft short hair.

You’ve calmed down a bit and your once heavy breathing is now soft, your once wide open teary eyes closed, your once parted lips letting soft cries come out now closed, you’ve fallen asleep on his chest.

He looks down at you and slowly lays you down on the bed and crawls in next to you, pulling you close to his chest and pulling the blankets over the both of you.

The Grabber slowly falling asleep with you, one of his arms around your waist and his other hand pressing your head to his chest gently.

HELP AM SORRY THIS WAS SO SHIT- I HOPE YOU LIKE IT THO😭🙏🏻 @charlessuu