#now im gonna go eat something my stomach is killing me

[yikes-ajax-thats-sad]

People really think trust issues are just "aww they're scared of love" and it's like bitch no. Trust issues as in I'm deeply in love and the issue is I'm waiting for you break my heart after undergoing periodic abuse in relationships. I'm not scared of love I'm scared of what you'll do with it.

[skxllz]

Hi! IDK IF YOUR TAKING REQUESTS BUT IM GONNA SEND ONE ANYWAY AND YOU DONT HAVE TO DO IT IF YOU ARENT TAKING REQUESTS

Can you do Lucifer, Alastor and whoever else you wanna add with a reader who just swallows/eats anything/weird things?

A piece of tissue? Sure! Plastic? Yippee! A pebble? Why not! Keys? Yummy! A rubber duck? Quack quack! A piece of Alastors cane? Don’t kill me!!

I'm not currently taking requests but I'll do this for you hon <3 I apologize if it doesn't live up to your expectations!

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𝐥𝐮𝐜𝐢𝐟𝐞𝐫, 𝐚𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫 & 𝐯𝐨𝐱 𝐟𝐭...

𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐬 𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐦 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬

🐤 - 𝚕𝚞𝚌𝚒𝚏𝚎𝚛

➳ when you two first started dating - scratch that, first started talking, he picked up on the fact that you had random quirks. bored? you'd make random noises. sometimes, you'd lay on the floor just to lay there. for no reason, you'd hang upside down on the couches in the foyer. —he once questioned you and you said, I quote, “ I want to feel the blood rush to my head, it's fun. ”— to say the least, you puzzled him, but he brushed it off because who wasn't an oddball in hell?

➳ now, when you actually started dating and you got more comfortable is when he noticed some of his rubber ducks missing - and not just the ducks, but rather some of the things he used on them as well. glue, for example.

➳ “ hey, um, sweetie? ” he approached you one day, quite confused from where his things were suddenly disappearing to. you hummed in reply, looking up from your phone. lucifer blinked at you slowly, trying to come up with a way to word his sentence without seeming like he was accusing you of anything. “ have you seen my glue? the kind I use for- ” — “ no. ” you had answered too quickly for his liking.

➳ as the days carried on, more of his shit would vanish. it got to the point where it'd frustrate him. it wasn't until one day, where his latest creation knocked off of his desk and rolled under it, did he find one of the ducks he had been looking for. except... it had a bite mark taken out of it...

➳ lucifer was dubbed shocked. his eyes widened, lips pulled down in a duck-lipped press. what in the seven rings of hell? he's never seen anything like this, and he doesn't own a hell hound, so who-

➳ and then his mind drifted to you.

➳ he recalled your weird behaviour; the way you were sweating nervously and avoiding eye contact. he should've known you had something to do with it.

➳ but to eat his rubber ducks? he's going to have a serious talk with you about your diet.

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📻 - 𝚊𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚛

➳ this radio demon didn't really show interest in you at first. you seemed innocent - too innocent, but still innocent, and that just didn't catch his attention in the slightest. if anything, you seemed bothersome.

➳ I'd like to think he first took interest in you when vaggie found a corner of the end of her spear broken off. no one dared touched it before, and you were new to the hotel - it didn't take a genius to put two and two together. but I guess, in a sense, no one else suspected you since you never bothered anything else.

➳ one night, when almost everyone was asleep, you snuck off to the kitchen to find something to eat. you were starving since you hadn't had dinner and couldn't really bother to just fall asleep on an empty stomach. a certain radio demon had followed you, startling you out of your wits as you turned around only to spot him there. “ funny to see you awake, dear! ”

➳ you explained to him, nervously, that you couldn't sleep. he hummed, pretending to show he was listening, before skipping right to the point of why exactly he was there. “ I couldn't help but realize that, earlier today when our dearest vaggie was rather upset, you hadn't moved an inch from your spot on the sofa. in fact, you seemed almost... ” he paused, pretending to ponder, his smile widening. “ guilty. care to explain the reasoning for that, hm? ”

➳ at that point, you were avoiding eye contact. hands twined behind your back, thumbs twiddling out of anxiousness, you searched for an excuse through your jumbled brain, attempting to think of absolutely anything just to slip away from alastor. but knowing him, he'd probably see right through the charade - he's been around way longer than you, and is a mastermind at getting into people's heads. no doubt he'd figure out you fibbed. — “ I just felt guilty that I couldn't help at all. vaggie is a close friend, I hate to see her upset. ”

➳ instead of buying the lie, like you had predicted, the bob-wearing demon leaned down and gave you a close-lipped grin; half lidded eyes flashing dangerously beneath the light that gleamed from atop the stove. “ or is it because, perhaps, you had something to do with it? ”

➳ that's when you blurted out. “ I ate it. ” and, much too afraid to gouge alastor's reaction, you turned and took off running out of the kitchen.

➳ if you would've stayed, however, you would've seen the way alastor's eyes momentarily widened. he was.. shocked, to say the least. he didn't think he had heard you right at first, but he knew for certain his ears didn't deceive him.

➳ with his narrowed eyes now staring after your figure, he straightened his posture, folding his hands behind his back and humming to himself. “ interesting creature, they are... ”

➳ you have now caught his attention. expect more interactions with the infamous deer!

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📺 - 𝚟𝚘𝚡

➳ picture this; you're one of velvette's models. you're dating vox, her business partner. they're both aware of how weird you can be, and yet, they both seem to favorite you - hell, even val (but let's face it, he just wants you for your body, which isn't going to happen).

➳ you're in the middle of getting your hair prepped and straightened when you had the sudden urge to just chew. it always came on randomly, but most of the time when you were bored. sitting in a chair, with sprits blasting into your face and hair utensils tugging in your hair, and hell forbid you weren't allowed to move- it was not exactly fun. so you started to eye the new collection of makeup sponges that were just set upon your personal vanity.

➳ they looked squishy, flimsy, chewable... oh so tempting. so while rachelle, your hairstylist, was busy talking her head off, too busy to notice you stretching your arm forward, you snatched one up.

➳ velvette came strutting down the midst of the aisle with a firm hand on her hip and a ripple in the center of her brow, shouting at many of the other stylists on what to do, what not to do - what looked better on her models, what looked cheap. she could not afford to have her best women looking as if they escaped the hands of a hellhound, it just wouldn't do. but that's when she turned, pointing a demanding finger at rachelle to amp up the heat on your straightener because the ends of your hair were curling up. that's also when she noticed you not only chewing on the newly bought sponge, but eating it.

➳ “ oh for fuck sake! ” the dark-skinned demon spewed, catching your attention and making you freeze. velvette reached an arm forward, only to wrap her digits around what was left of the sponge and rip it from your grasp. your chair turned on cue, showing you sheepishly smiling at the fuming female. “ I told you not to stuff your damn mouth full of random shit! especially my new makeup equipment — ” she turned away, stomping her healed foot to the ground. “ fuck! ”

➳ it wasn't long before vox had arrived before the demoness due to her calling him and shouting profanities over the phone. you were left to sit in the chair, huffing nonsense under your breath, while rachelle finished with your hair in silence.

➳ when the overlord made his presence known, rachelle excused herself — and thankfully she had finished your hair. “ y/n, dear.. ” vox smoothly spoke, for once not sounding like an overly cocky twat. it's usually only in the presence of others, but given that not many people were around, he dialed a softer tone with you.

➳ “ I didn't do anything, ” you rolled your eyes, looking away with a puffed out frown. yes, you were spoiled, but who wouldn't be, dating the owner and inventor of voxtech?

➳ vox sharply looked down at you, eyeing you with a sense of irritance —for angering velvette— but fondness —because you're his—. “ don't be like that. how many times have we talked about eating random things, hm? ”

➳ “ ... about- fifty nine? I lost count. ”

➳ “ around there. ” the tv demon moved, placing his hands on the back of the swivel chair you sat upon, while now holding eye contact with you through the mirror to your vanity. “ and what have we talked about, sweetheart? ”

➳ you were silent at first. staring him down, eyes hooded and ghosted over with annoyance. it was irritating how he was speaking to you like a child. “ well? ” vox impatiently, patiently, questioned; his claws dragging along the back of the chair, only to glide over your nape. closing your eyes out of bliss from the movement, you sighed. “ don't eat random things because they're bad for me... ”

➳ “ exactly. ” vox mischievously smiled down to you, squeezing the back of your neck gently. “ now, don't you think you owe velvette an apology? ”

➳ as you nod your head, vox releases his grip on you, letting your hair fall back down against your skin. “ good. come now, we have to get that out of the way; I have things to discuss with you. ”

➳ your discussion ended pretty well :).

[luvyeni]

❛HOT N’ COLD❜ ( o. shotaro )

p. ghostface!shotaro x fem!reader w. 2k+

warnings? stalking, minor character death, fingering, unprotected sex, breeding link

— 𖦹 ( after years of running from him he finally caught up to you ) !

freaktober masterlist

‘this couldn’t be happening’ was all you thought as you listened to the radio on the way back from your job. “convicted serial killer , osaki shotaro broke out of prison earlier this evening.” you couldn’t believe your ears , how the fuck did he manage to get away. ‘i thought i got away’ you sped on the gas all the way home.

“(name) , calm down.” your friend tried to calm you down. “if he was smart enough he would stay here. he’s probably on his way to canada or something.” she didn’t know him like you did , when he wanted something, he got it.

“it’s been 4 years (name) , no more running.” she said , you sighed , she was right. you had moved a total of 3 times in the past few years , every time he’d find your new address, sending you a letter , declaring his love for you , and you were tired , you wanted to settle down. “he’s gone.”

she suggested you take a hot shower to relax yourself. “relax and eat all the junk you want.” she said before hanging up , you decided to listen – what’s the worst that could happen.

After finishing your shower – which was actually pretty relaxing , you wrapped the warm towel around your body , stepping out of the shower , grabbing your phone to turn off the music you were playing from the speaker. “huh?”

you were confused , your friend knew you were in the shower and your phone would be on do not disturb , so why would they try and call , 6 times at that. you pressed her number , waiting for her to pick up , it finally answered after a few rings. “i told you i'd be in the shower , why’d you call so much?”

first there was heavy breathing. “(friends name)?” there was a small gasp , then a giggle. “(friends name) , this is not funny.” you sat your phone down , putting on your underwear and a random sweatshirt you found. “what a shame baby.” That voice stopped you dead in your tracks. “i thought you would’ve remembered my laugh , i remembered everything about you.” your body froze up.

“sh-shotaro?” you stuttered. “eh? What happened to taro baby , you know i used to love when you called me that." he giggled once again. “shotaro , where is (friends name? what did you do to her.” He kissed his teeth. “see that’s why I should’ve killed her four years ago , she was always trying to get in between our love.” He said. “don’t worry , she won’t be bothering us anymore.”

his laughter sent shivers down your spine. “where is she!” you yelled. “i killed her baby , duh.” He said so casually. “she is such a screamer.” you gasped as he explained. “i got admit , it was fun , stabbing her , finally watching the life leave her eyes.” tears flowed down your cheeks. “don’t cry baby , the good news is , right before she died , she was so kind as to give me your address.”

fear set in your stomach , running to your room , closing and locking the door. “baby you know locking the door isn’t gonna stop me.” you were confused , how did he know unless. “you’re in my house.”

“such a smart baby.” he said. “it was so easy to , out anniversary date , as usual.” you should’ve changed it , but you it was the only set of numbers you could remember besides your birthday. You were pleading with him sobbing. “pl-please just go , i wont tell anybody , if you just go.”

“i can’t do that baby , not after I dreamt of this day for 4 years.” he said. “we broke up shotaro , please it’s over.” you cried , grabbing the small knife from your nightstand. “where are you , huh?” you said. “how long will you keep this up!”

“baby if you want me so bad , come find me.” he said. “im not stupid.” his giggles pissing you off. “shut the fuck up!” he stopped laughing. “talk to me like that again , and i kill your family.” His attitude switching from normal to dark , back to normal. “now come out like a good girl and play , if not i go to your parents house.”

“no please.” you opened the door. “look I did it , please just go now.” He tsked. “now come find me.” he said. “where are you?” you gritted your teeth. “that’s not how this works love , you have to play right to get your reward.” he said. “if you try to leave i'll know baby.”

you made your way into the kitchen. “you’re so cold baby , but i can see you now , and you look just as beautiful as ever , that sweatshirt isn’t really hiding much.” You wished you would’ve never gotten those cameras now , but in the moment they seemed to be a good idea.

“ooh baby.” he taunted , “you’re getting warmer.” he said as you turned back to make your way into your room , you turned to the closet. “bingo.” he said. “you’re so hot.” you slowly walking up to the closet. “are you gonna open it?” he questioned , as you reached for the door , opening it ready to swing the knife. “w-what.”

he was giggling again. “jesus baby.” he said through laughter. “maybe you are dumb , you really think i'd tell you where i am that easy.” you could barely see through it tears. “don’t cry baby , you’ll see me soon enough.”

“i can’t wait to hold you in my arms again.” he said. “it’s been so long , but i haven’t forgotten the way you smelled , i see you still use that soap i bought you.” you turned to the bathroom , the door was closed – you never closed the door after a shower. “you’re in the bathroom.”

“am i?” he questioned. “how about you check.” you were done with his teasing , running back to your room , closing and locking the door. “oh , are you being a brat baby?” he said. “i'm done.” your voice was shaky. “im done with your games.” The phone hung up. “hello?”

“really baby?” your heart sank. “cause it seems like you fell right into my trap.” There he stood behind you , after four years you’ve finally came face to face with the guy in the mask who struck so much fear in your heart for the past 4 years. “sh-shotaro.”

you look to the door , trying to make a run for it , but he was quicker , grabbing your wrist , forcing the knife out your hand. “please.” you begged. “please don’t kill me.” he let your arm go , holding the knife to your throat , keeping you in place.

he took the mask off , blood splattered still on it. “you know i will never harm you baby.” he said , his face still had that soft inviting look that he had before he became this monster that stands before you. “but you have to be a good girl.”

“w-what do you want?” his eyes went down your body , then back to your eyes , smirking , dropping the knife , letting you breath a bit. “you baby , that’s all i ever wanted was you.” he said. “you’re a murder!” You shouted. “you’ve killed many people.”

“that doesn’t change anything does it?” he said. “w-what?” you stuttered. “in all of the four years you’ve never moved too far away from me.” he started. “look around baby , you’ve kept things from our relationship , you still use things I bought for you.” you remembered him pointing out the soap , he always bought you that.

“that doesn’t even mean anything , i did love you along time ago.” you said. “a long time ago eh?” he said backing you against the wall. “then tell me you don’t love me anymore.” he said. “tell me you don’t miss me anymore.”

you were speechless , he was so close. “you can’t can you?” he grabbed your cheeks , forcing you to look at him. “because you still love me.” his hands travelled down from your waist down to your ass. “sh-shotaro.” he shut you up with a kiss.

this was wrong , you should’ve pushed him off , he was dangerous – he killed your bestfriend for gods sake , he could still kill you. “you know you want this.” he kissed against your neck. “you even dressed up so pretty for me.” he played with ends of the sweatshirt. “you even kept my sweatshirt.”

he picked you up , throwing you on the bed , hovering over you. “never forgotten the way how wet you got for me.” he pressed down on your clothed clit. “sh-shit.” you moaned and he smirked. “there you go , moan for me.” he rubbed your clit harder. “you want my fingers?”

he pulled your underwear to the side , pushing his fingers inside you. “fuck taro.” he roughly fucked your hole , pulling moan after moan out of you. “so fucking wet , can’t wait to feel you wrapped around my cock.” his cock was straining against his bloodstained pants , begging to be freed.

“t-taro.” your back arched off the bed. “i-i'm gonna cum.” he curled his fingers , you screamed in pleasure. “im cumming!”

He fingered you through your orgasm , pulling his fingers out , tapping your face. “open.” he forced his fingers in your mouth , groaning as you tasted yourself. “good girl.” he put his fingers that were covered in your spit and juices , wrapping his plump lips around them. “so sweet.”

he stood off the bed , undoing his pants , letting them hit the floor , along with his underwear , before getting back on your bed , slotting himself in between your legs. he pulled your panties down. “such a pretty pussy.” you moaned , as his tip kissed your clenching hole. “t-taro , please fuck me.”

he didn’t easing himself inside you , slamming himself inside you , making you scream. “fuck baby.” he groaned. “so fucking tight , when was the last time anyone has fucked you?” truth is , he was the last time you had sex , you were too busy running to settle down , or even a one night stand. “f-four y-years.”

“four years.” he chuckled. “baby the last time you had sex was with me.” he sped up. “you basically saved yourself for me.” he grunted. “you knew only i could fuck this sweet cunt good enough to make you scream.” he abused your poor cunt.

“that’s it scream for me.” he wrapped his hand around your throat. “such a whore for me , i killed your bestfriend , her blood is still on me , and here you moaning for me like a slut.” he growled. “you’re just a sick as i am.”

you weren’t gonna last long with the way he handled your body , fucking you at a inhumane pace , your brain a little foggy due to lack of oxygen. “look at you , so dumb for me.”

“g-gonna cum.” you managed to get out. “yeah? gonna cum for me , cum all over my cock.” you nodded. “well go ahead , so i can breed your cunt , give you a kid to remind you of who you belong to.” he thrusted up , hitting that spot that had your eyes rolling to the back of your head , clenching around him , cumming.

“fuck , shit in gonna cum -fuck- gonna fill you up.” he moaned out before you felt the warmth of his seed spilling into your pussy. “fuck , take my cum.” he pressed his hips against yours , emptying himself inside you.

he stayed inside you , kissing your neck. “gonna run away.” he said. “somewhere really far where they’ll never find me.” he finally pulled out. “gonna take you with me.” He watched the cum leak out of you , scooping it up , pushing it back in. “start a family with you.” He kissed your forehead.

“and i'll kill anyone who tries to get in my way.”

©LUVYENI

[ipostwhatiwant1202]

What They Text You: Applies to any...cause they're all a bunch of dorky teens and i dont care what anyone says.

Leo:

• look at my new plant

• would you like to have tea tomorrow?

• you look so pretty 😍 leo you cant see me and? i bet you do

• am i really an old man???? 😭😭😭

• be honest, do you think raph can beat me in an arm wrestle? if you dont answer in 5 minutes, i will assume it's yes and i will prove you wrong.

• good morning honey. have a wonderful day today! ❤️

• are you still mad at me...? LEO YOU SET MY MICROWAVE ON FIRE. so is that a yes?

• have you eaten yet? you need to eat...and drink something other than (your favorite drink)

• i got benched because i can't stop throwing up. i'm fine! leo...you threw up blood literally 10 minutes ago. it was only a little 🙄

• i'm in desperate need of a kiss right now.

• check out my new katanas

• remember that i love you 🥰🥰❤️

• for the last time, i wont download tik tok. you know how bad i hyperfixate 😠

• stop playing candy crush and pay attention to me

• keep it up and you won't get the knots worked out of your shoulders.

• mikey just called me a boomer...i feel like i should be offended. you are a boomer. I DONT KNOW WHAT THAT MEANS.

• y/n, i love you, but for the love of god, PLEASE PICK UP YOUR SOCKS.

• *drunk* im in a relationship why do i have your name as my love cause my girl/boyfriend/partner will definitely not like that and i dont know who you are but they will kick your ass and i dont even feel sorry cause you arent love leo...you're drunk. NO IM TAKEN

• call me cause i would like to hear about your day and i miss you

• i love you my love ❤️

Raph:

• come watch me bench im bored

• can you please come get mikey before i hit him?

• wear that giant sweatshirt to our date. ya look adorable in it

• why did you ask donnie to help you with your homework?? um...cause it's about neurons and receptors in the brain. i could've helped with google! 😒

• YOU NEED TO COME KILL THIS COCKROACH RIGHT NOW.

• hey babe. how was your day? ❤️

• have i ever told you how beautiful you are? what did you do. nothing...? i just think you're beautiful. raphael. fine..i broke casey's nose. AGAIN!?!

• i'm so tired...wanna come nap with me?

• facetime me so i can show you this cool trick spike can do

• remember how i said i was going to be more level headed? well donnie's new robot almost broke my arm and it's no more. you lasted 1 day more than the last time.

• *you sent a selfie* yeahhhh that's my baby 😍😍

• eat or im fighting you.

• jokes on you ive always been completely unhinged and it's bold of you to think i cant be worse.

• im sick. can you bring me some soup? 😣

• i miss you like a lot and i hate when you're gone

• i love you a whole lot 😘

• im just gonna start carrying you everywhere if you dont stop tripping over NOTHING. im just gonna trip harder. Y/N NO.

• mikey said we're his parents just an fyi. he's always been my son

• i made waffles. you better come eat some

• damn babe you're fine 🤤

Donnie:

• no i wont do your homework for you

• tell shelldon to stop talking back to me before i ground him for eternity

• im in a house of IDIOTS. technically it's a lair. not now y/n.

• you look like a pile of swans in that sweater 🥰

• i can't sleep. wanna play online scrabble?

• sweetie you need to eat more than a bag of gummy worms and a bag of doritos

• you need to come sit with me while i work because i need an extra set of eyes. you just miss me 😏 don't start.

• don't call a plumber! i know how to fix the sink. i got this 😎 donnie the pipe exploded the last time you "had" this.

• *you sent a selfie* you look nice

• im gonna blow up. a person, a thing, a place, all of the above? yes.

• you need to drink straight broth, it'll help soothe your stomach ache

• im dying. you have a cold.

• i love you but please stop trying to assemble ikea furniture on your own.

• good luck on your exams/work project! 😘

• TELL RAPH TO STOP PICKING ME UP TO MOVE ME.

• leo just called me an asparagus. i didn't know how to respond so his phone will self destuct in 5 minutes. DONNIE.

• you're so pretty 🥺

• i made you something and you have to come get it right now. im literally about to have my wisdom teeth out. reschedule it

• listen to the playlist i made you or else im disabling your pirated tv show service

• thanks for listening to me 💜

Mikey:

• babe come snuggle with me

• i made you brownies so come eat them with me while we watch crognard

• i haven't seen you in so long 😭 you saw me this morning. BUT THAT WAS HOURS AGO

• angelcakessssss i love you

• look at this cat video i found

• FACETIME ME THERES A PUPPY

• are you awake? mikey it's 3 am. good, so would you still love me if i was a worm? go to sleep.

• i bet you look like a cuddly bear today 🥰

• im so hungry. can you bring me ice cream?

• raph wont stop being mean to me. can you beat him up? cause a (your height) tall human can beat a 6ft turtle's ass 😑 i believe in you.

• im coming over with my new call of duty game and we're having a game a thon!

• i found a cat. mikey no. his name is gerald. MIKEY WE ALREADY HAVE 10 OF THEM. HALF ARE NAMED GERALD.

• i made you a mixtape i cant wait for you to hear it

• how mad would you be if i crashed the shell razor in a derby and broke my arm? very. then i did not do that.

• im sick. come help me feel better 😭

• call me cause april just told me something about casey that's wild

• i found this cool rock that i think you'll like

• it's so cool i can date you. you're for real the coolest. you broke my coffee table again didn't you? no...maybe.

• im bringing you lunch cause my baby needs to eat!

• this song reminds me of you 💕

[antinousletmehit]

AAAAAAAAAAA

The hurt reader is amazing— I loved it sm

THANK YOUUUUU

now (tw : throwing up)

Since I still love the hurt thing a lot (god knows how much my ocs wanna kill me rn)as well as the the fact I’m a sadist when it comes to these things-

What if -and hear me out- reader managed to steal food lets say a batch of fruit or medical supplies or anything they were low upon in storage successfully! :D

Yay reader learned how to steal without getting caught!

Unless…

She did get caught (kinda) and gotten beaten up- like on her stomach so the bruises won’t show that much and a bit of hits on the face (but her stomach got the bad part of the beating)

but she still managed to get way with the things and she is like so happy and beaming at antinous when she gets back like “look brother! I managed to steal without getting caught!!” And he would be suspicious and would notice a few bruises on her face and the he gets a bit angry “yea? What about these bruises on your face?” While crossing his arms she would come up with something like I tripped and what not. He will let her off the hook this time since he was in a hurry and nothing seems that bad. But then that night he has to leave for the ring and leaves her some food (he might not come back until tomorrow’s noon perhaps he spent the night and day with a night lady he found)

So after the reader eats her food goes to bed she is still in pain then ends up throwing up and then she figures out it’s from the beating she took and can only stomach fluids without puking up

Would antinous notice what’s happening immediately or after a few days or what?

This story is my current hyper fixation I’m sorry if this is annoying-

Also on a different topic, do you have any designs on any of the charcters and how they might look like ?

(I kinda wanna see if I can make fanart of them)

Thank you and have a lovely day!🌹

AHHHHHHHHH I LOVE THJS IDEASAAA, IM GONNA HUG YOU. Fixated with my lil old fanfic STOP I’m blushing.

Antinous is a ASS FACE, he wouldn’t notice until a few days later, especially if the fight ring is busy, and he uses random women he finds as “stress relievers” to go about his day. After a few days he WILL find out, and when he does….its not gonna be pleasant 😭

It could go either two ways: one, he finds out while coming back home, then he sees you actively throw up and demands to know what’s wrong, he forces you to show him and explain to him what happened, after that you get a scolding and aren’t let out the house for a few months (brother of the year)

Or two: he notices late at night when he’s back, and he sees you’re sleeping weirdly and the blankets off, so he tucks you in but uh oh he finds out about the bruises, then wakes you up demands you to answer him and where these came from, you tell him the truth and he grounds you again.

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The moment Antinous was gone, she sank onto the floor, clutching her stomach. Her breathing was shallow, and sweat dampened her brow. The men who had caught her stealing hadn’t gone easy on her, their punches and kicks had left her battered and bruised, especially around her abdomen. She thought she could handle it, that the pain would fade with time. But as the hours passed, nausea began to churn in her stomach. She stumbled to the corner and retched, her body convulsing painfully.

The next few days were a blur of fever, pain, and vomiting. She tried to hide her condition, staying curled up in bed and pretending to sleep whenever Antinous came back to rest between fights. But she couldn’t hide the sound of her heaving or the way her face flushed with fever. When Antinous finally returned home after a particularly grueling fight, he found his sister hunched over a bucket, her frail frame shaking as she threw up yet again.

“Y/N!” he barked, rushing to her side.

She flinched at the sound of his voice, turning to look at him with tear streaked cheeks and a pale, sweat drenched face. “I’m fine,” she croaked, her voice barely audible. “You’re not fine,” he snapped, kneeling beside her. “What’s wrong with you?” When she didn’t answer, he reached out and gently pushed her hands away from her stomach. His heart stopped when he saw the bruises, dark, angry splotches that marked her skin. His expression darkened, and his jaw tightened as fury bubbled up inside him. “You lied to me,” he said, his voice low and dangerous. She shook her head weakly, tears spilling from her eyes. “I didn’t want you to be mad…”

“Mad?” he repeated, his voice rising. “Y/N, you could’ve died! Do you have any idea how stupid that was?”

“I just wanted to help,” she whispered, her voice breaking.

“Help?” Antinous shot to his feet, pacing the small room as his anger boiled over. “You think getting yourself beaten half to death is helping? You think lying to me is helping?” He turned back to her, his eyes blazing. “You’re not leaving this house. Not for months. You’re banned from going anywhere!” Her tears flowed freely now, her sobs wracking her small frame as she stared up at him. “I was just trying to do what you do!” she cried. “What I do?” he snapped, his voice dripping with bitterness. “Y/N, what I do is dangerous, and it’s not for you! You’re not me, and you’re not going to end up like me. Do you understand?” She didn’t respond, her sobs muffled by her trembling hands.

Antinous clenched his fists, his anger simmering as he looked at her small, broken form. Finally, he let out a heavy sigh, running a hand through his hair. “You don’t need to do this,” he said, his voice quieter but still firm. “I’ll take care of us. That’s my job, not yours.” She nodded weakly, her tears still streaming down her face. Antinous crouched beside her, his expression softening just slightly. “You scared me,” he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper. “Don’t do that again.”

She nodded again, her sobs quieting as exhaustion overtook her. Antinous stayed by her side, his anger replaced by guilt as he watched her drift off into a fitful sleep. He swore to himself that he would do better—that he would protect her, no matter what it took. Even if it meant keeping her locked up from the dangers of the world.

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I love tragic siblings, but anywyas AHHHHHHHH FANART?? YOU FLATTER ME but anywyas.

For Antinous his design is basically just Duvetboxes design (on YouTube) but he has A LOT of of scars on his body everywhere. ( yes including the blind eye) the only thing distinct is that he has a matching earring with his sister his being a sun on one of his upper ear piercings, and hers being a crescent moon.

For reader you can use any design but I always see them with: tan skin like Antinous’s, dark brown curly hair, scars on her upper torso and legs, and gold earrings that match her brother’s (after her and Telemachus finally started to love each other she matches earrings with him so it’s crescent moon on left, and star on right)

Again, I love duvetboxes designs so it’s here again. Only thing I need to add is the star earrings, light brown hair, and he has a little star brooch that smells like lavender (wink wink)

ORRRR

This scrumptious design of Telemachus by Tenoart, your choice.

And if you want Eurymachus, he’s blonde and green idk

[jacaerysgf]

Can I request something like where Ethan is ghostface obviously and the reader is Dewey Riley's adoptive kid and she kinda blames Gale for what happened to her father and that encourages Ethan to put gale up on the list and forward to the reveal where detective bailey wants to shoot the reader and then she admits to being pregnant and that makes Ethan change since he knows he's the father and is spared from death because Sam and Tara saw he was doing what he did just to get his father's approval and they lie to the core 4 saying Ethan wasn't one of the killers because he promised to be better for the sake of his child?

a/n | i am so sorry this took so long 😭 i kinda glossed over the gale part, definitely not my best work

warnings | murder, angst? fluff ending, kind of rushed? not proofread

Sam puts a protective arm in front of you while Bailey and the two ghost faces stare you all down. You spaced out as you felt like you could barely breathe, you didn't want to die. You blocked out whatever Bailey was talking about, whatever long monologue he was giving. When one of the ghostface’s lifts their hands and takes off their mask, you are greeted with a very familiar face. You feel like your heart has dropped further into your stomach, Sam gives you an apologetic look as you fall from your crouched position to the floor.

“Ethan?”

His grin falls once his eyes land on you. Your eyes drop to the floor not even being about to look at him. You feel sick. Ethan has been your boyfriend for a couple months now, you loved him so much and he seemed to love you too but right now you can't seem to think that. You haven't managed to get over your grief until you met him. The loss of your father was a big hit to you. You could barely eat, get out of bed, you barely even finished the school year. You hoped when you moved to new york you could have a fresh-ish start but you couldn't. At Least not until you met ethan. Ethan changed everything for you. He was like a breath of fresh air, he was so comforting, so kind. He was always patience, on the days you didnt want to go out he would sit with you and listen as you droned on and on about your problems. I guess now his weird look whenever you would complain about gale made sense. He wanted to kill her.

In your daze you must miss the commotion because suddenly when you feel hands grip you and drag you up you look around and notice quinn was.. Alive? And a ghostface? What was happening? You thrash around in Baileys arms while sam and tara give you a look of horror. You suddenly feel a cold metal end touch the side of your head. He was holding a gun to your head.

“Nobody move!”

You cant breathe. You didnt want to die.You stop moving and he takes another step back. You finally lock eyes with the one guy you didnt want to. He has an angry look on his face, it must be at you. You can barely believe this is happening.

“I want you to all give her one final look before i kill her!”

“Dont!” Sam begins to take a step forward before bailey presses the head deeper into the side of your head, “Don't move!”

“Please dont kill me…” The tears are running down your face as you shut your eyes.

You open your eyes and look at ethan who had a conflicted look, “Please ethan…”

“Your silly boyfriend cant save you now.”

You dont even listen to quinns voice as you continue to plead with ethan.

“Im pregnant.”

“What?” “Like hell you are?” “Huh?” “I'm supposed to believe that right?”

You dont care what anyone else has to say as you continue to talk to ethan, “I found at a couple days ago. I was gonna tell you later tonight when you came over for our date i promise,”

“Liar!” quinn hisses at you.

“Im not lying!” You yell out as Ethan stands unmoved, his grip on his knife tight, His gaze remaining locked onto yours. “Ethan please.”

Bailey takes another step back and grips you tighter causing you to hiss out in pain, “Ive let you have your talk now shut up.”

“Let her go.”

Ethan glares at his father who rolls his eyes.

“Dont tell me you believe her.”

“Ethan im telling the truth i swear. Believe me please.”

“Let her go.”

Quinn lets out a frustrated sound as ethan takes a step forward, “oh come on ethan dont act like a pussy for this slut, like you would even be the father-”

In a flash ethan is is suddenly behind quinn and grips her sliding his knife along her throat in, bailey in his shock loosens his grip enough where you can slide out of his grip and you rush over to sam who grips onto you.

“you alright?”

you nod and let out a sigh of relief, “yeah yeah”

Ethan and bailey have a stare down, “What have you done! all our work, all our time-”

“All your time! All your work! I never wanted any fo this! All you knew was oh richie this and oh richie that and im sick of it! I didn't even like richie! Nobody did! nobody other than you and your daughter.”

“who was your sister, who you just killed!”

“I wish i did it sooner.”

Tara gives you an odd look, “do you think they realize were still here?” You shrug.

“Youre no son of mine.”

“I never was! but she,” His blood covered knife points in your general direction, “is my life. and i wont let you take her away from me.”

You let out a barely vocal gasp as you stare at ethan in a daze.

Sam puts a hand on your shoulder, “go with tara and find somewhere to hide. something tells me its about to get bad.”

despite the fact you dont want to leave ethan tara is already grabbing your arm and dragged you away. You look back and notice a fight breakong out and gunshots ring. You close your eyes and pray to whoever is listening ethan isn't getting hurt.

You find a safe place farther away with tara and you two crouch together.

“You alright?”

you nod and put your head in your hands, “im alright… I think. You?”

She looks conflicted, “chad…”

“im so sorry tara.”

You place a hand on hers and squeeze it, she gives you a tight lipped smile.

“I should be the one saying sorry to you i mean, youre the pregnant one. If that was real.”

You nod, “it is, i found out a couple days ago. i felt really sick and went to the doctors.”

“How far along you are?”

“12 weeks, found out a little later than most do.”

“holy shit thats fucking crazy.”

Another gun shot rings and you close your eyes.

“God i hope hes okay.”

Tara doesn't reply. just leaning her head back to lay against the wall.

You dont know how much longer passes but it feels like years when the door slams open and a ghostface walks in.

you and tara huddle together and tara grabs a brick that had been on the ground, “stay back you bitch.”

The mask gets ripped off and ethan drops the mask to the ground. His face is covered in sweat and you can see specks of blood everywhere but his remain locked on your figure.

“Ethan.”

He rushes over and drops to his knees, his hands ans eyes frantically checking over you, “are you alright? are you hurt? do you need something a bandage-” you put your hand on his face and smile, “ethan im okay.”

“Was it real? are you really?”

His head drops to your neck as he hugs you, “im sorry im so sorry forgive me.”

Tara noticing sam in the doorway stands and makes her way over to her. Deciding not to comment on her ghostface outfit. “He dead?”

Sam gives a comfirming nod.

“Kirby checked over chad, said if the paramedics arrive soon enough he can be saved.”

Sam smiled as taras eyes light, “really?”

Sam nods, taras face drops as she turns back to look at ethan who was still fusing over you.

“What are we gonna do about him?”

Sam looks at the two of you and thinks it over. The rational part of her (or maybe its just billy) tells her to kill him, its the sure way to keep everyone safe.

but she can't. not when she watches how hard her fought for you. She watches as he cries and holds you while you smile at him. “He can stay. We'll come up with something to tell everyone. I think it'll be just fine.”

[triplegoths]

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i cant fucking take living like this anymore

i cant do it i have to end it soon theres literally nothing for me here anymore. its too much to do. im never gonna fucking have another close in real life relationship.

i want to just like order some food at work so im not more miserable being here but i dont have the strength or stomach to eat something. ill eventually try maybe. i dont know. the drugs make me not eat like a fucking sick dog already and everything rn just says i dont deserve it

i have no motive or energy to do anything but work or somethimes playing a game but even that were usually unable bc were too tired.

whats the fucking issue with me!!!! i just dont give a shit anymore i dont want to do anything nothing makes me happy everythinf eventually juat makes me feel scared and sick and weird. every time i try to make fun or have plans it goes horrible and it just feels worse so i wont anymore ill just fucking rot alone like life wants me to

nobody here can help me and if i could i couldnt afford it so who fucking cares its cheaper to kill myself and lose the body so they dont need funeral costs. theyd misgender and shave me anyway probably

im just so fucking over it all im never gonna be happy like this. i got nothing. theres no good its just working til i fucking kill myself and putting myself through fuxking agony constantly for a life that continues to just KICK AND KICK AND KICK AND KICK me when im fucking down. i cant handle anything else happening. im trying so hard to get things done and theres just fuxking nothing. i will never ever be enough and ill never feel enough.

doesnt matter what or when or the circumstance its so depressing that its not just romantic relations too im so fuckinf scared in groups i automatically feel unwelcome and hated and like i should just go off by myself because im literally so unlikeable and everything has proved it forever. like genuinely as soon as i realized there were more than 2 people i got terrified and started questioning everythinf i did and wanted to run away bc i felt like i wasnt meant to be there and it was ovipus and i was being annoying like fucking ALWAYS GOD IM SO SICK OF BEING LIKE THIS can i just shut up forever? dirk please come back to front im tired of annoying all the people who so graciously allow me to exist around them so i dont have to be in such crushing loneliness all the time i feel like such a fucking baby and everybody probably thinks im such an annoying drug addict too can i just quit it and fucking feel and then kill myself already when i realize its worse

like im never gonna be able to afford any of the shit i need to heal and i dont even wanna try bc ill get 3 appointments in and will run out of money and continue doing that and then ill die bc i cant afford anything else. like why would i do that to myself ill just suffer like this and just do my best forever til i can only rot. id rather get it fuckinf over with and just die now. this isnt a life

i go frm one box go another. rotting. i rot at home alone or i go to work alone. i dont really go out. i dont really talk to anybody. i dont really see anybody. i have 1 irl friend who talks to me and lives in town. the other i dont see her often and honestly feel so embarassed of myself around her because of how i am that i can barely convince myself to see her sometimes even if she is in town. the other person is one of my exs and he doesnt give a shit about me he just wants sex bc thats the only thing im good for. i feel like i just annoy and make everybody uncomfortable conwtantly i dont wanna do it anymore i want to shut up

i always do it i always just talk endlessly frm the second i fucking could before most kids could talk even and i just never shut up did i? my parents were always annoyed by me talking about things that brought me joy (and they never believed me for things that were upsettinf and it was just fake and i needed to be quiet about it bc theyre not taking me to the doctor. so i stopped talking about it to my family and everybody else in my life in that era did the same. the bullies. my friends who ignored me. no matter the form it was always like that i just need to learn to keep quiet and go away and not need anything ever again. i couldnt fucking learn it every time i got a red or yellow card for talking (usually trying to ask questions bc i didnt understand or couldnt see or couldnt hear in elementary school. or to make conversation bc i was friendly and had no friends and my parent didnt play with me so i was lonely. nobody ever liked me bc i was weird. i feel like such a bitter dickhead but i get so jealous when i see that people talk to others every day. especially in person. im so fucking alone i literally get so excited when people want to call with me even if it makes me really scared (and sometimes if im not comfortable enough or feeling sad i will run a away from that too because im so scared to fuckinf annoy people and say something stupid or be boring or trying too hard or just fucking being a total downer because theres nothing good ever going on for me. i got so depressed goin on bsky today and seeing everyone playing webfishing when i cant. but even so lik.e maybe im glad i djdnt join bc one of them was in a big group with new mut and then all strangers so like. its better i wasnt able to bc i would probably jusg feel worse and run away frm everyone bc i feel inadequate snd guilty for taking up space. i always feel like im bothering everyone no matter what. fuck my exhusband in general but he also made me so much more insecure than i was already. he made me feel so annoying and he broke my communication. i was alone with him and JUST him for so long. i could only communicate in nonsense phrases sometimes (literal jibberish not memes) because thats all he would respond to or wouldnt talk to me until i did. he changed my whole pattern of speech and i still almost lapse into it sometimes. it was never any kind of real conversation about anything i felt like it withered my brain. nothing ever in depth just stupid sensless bullshit and jokes (that were often insulting me and made me feel like shit) and i was doing it for fucking nothing because everything else sucked too!!!! the only time there was ever a conversation was when i was BEGGING HIM to stop sometbing or do something for the millionth time. or him defending himself or trying to force my support and trigger my ocd (i genuinely think he was trying to make it worse he never respected it ever he mever respected a single part of me) or him fighting with me on something again (usually the thing was due to him and i just was not being forgiving and quiet and turning off my emotions enough about it. learned numb happiness)

my existence is like a plague and theres nothing here for me. theres even less left of me after he got done with me. he stripped my personality all the way down and forcef me to mirror him. everythinf will always be rotted and ill feel like a horrid shell of a person any time im near anyone. the only option is being alone. maybe this time i will learn and just fuxking stop all of this so we can stop being a curse on everybody. even if i could afford mental help theres nobody that can help me here so its all a waste. i feel like everybody will just hurt me again. doesnt even have to be a partner i feel like every single person is gnna realize sooner or later that im not worth it or they dont like me (ir even hate me) and that im just too fucking annoying to be around

i dont want to be annoying anymore. i wish it was like right after he went to prison again when i didnt have anything and was an empty shell and had nothing to say or talk about that wasnt venting. i wish i never got back some of my "sparkle" or whatever the fuck people call it. mines not a sparkle. its a noxious cloud of toxic annoyance fumes and everybody just has to keep their masks up til i vacate the area. why would i ever fucking want this to come back. i need to shut the fuck up i really do. just take our personality and every crumb of joy again im so sick of it. make it so i dont have any of those thoughts to even post. thus sparing everyone from having to be like "UGH this motherfucker AGAIN. does he ever shut the fuck up? is he ever quiet? can he just log off already? this guy definitely has no life. why does he always have to butt into everything"

that way i can just post like. the shortest most boring updates ever like "back to work! only 3 days this week for the 39 hours. more time off is always good" and then shut up for days and then "got paid nice. going to the bank and then grabbing a few groceries" like thats do much better. nobody needs to fucking know man its sad and depressing and all the same OR you are the most obnoxious prick on any site youre ever and you ruin everybodys day when theyre forced to see you in their notifs or on their timeline

ive probably already muted me bc it didnt even take a week for me to just talk way too muxh when none of of it is important and nobody wants to hear it

even if im not allowed to talk frm my body. its already annoying enough in text and then psyically i just stutter and trip over myself or cant think or forget what i was saying

i wanna delete everything i have and crawl into the earth. i hate being alive. the one time i find something that makes me happy even the littlest bit i cant do it anymore. disallowed by the universe and painfully reminded of the fact im supposed to alone and theres actually nothing for me. it doesnt get better for me it only gets worse. and it makes me feel stupid for believing it could even though thats few and far between. theres nothing left for me i need to just get whatever drugs i decide on and have one last hoorah and take enough to kill me. which hopefully wont even be that hard because im mixing downers and uppers constantly so like its only a matter of time right. my nose hurts and i feel like crying and my body is killing me again so im taking both things again. one for pain. one for maybe like. a little bit of energy but mainly so i dont feel so absolute shit. i just want it all to stop i dont wanna get better anymore im sick of it every time i try i get fucking worse or am crushed by something else even harder than before im DONE WITH IT IM FUCKING OVER IT i just wanna end it theres nothing fucking here for me im never making it. im sick of trying. im sick of always helping even while going through the wordt shit imaginable. im not sick of it. i want to help and i love helping. but it makes me fucking SICK to think about how ive spent my whole life caring for others. have been let down or ignored or told i was lying or had them hurt me instead so many times over i just fucking wish i was important enough to have gotten help when i needed it. to be listened to enough for somebody to even acknowledge or believe there is an issue (or simply convince me im overreacting)

it was fucking stupid of me to think my last ditch effort of doing art school because every other thing i failed miserably at because im too stupid and cant do enough and dont have the support. it doesnt even fucking matter bc my body is slowly and slowly getting closer to just saying "no fuck you" to the art i NEVER HAD TIME TO MAKE TO MY FULL ABILITY IN THE FIRST PLACE. and then ill never be able to do it ever again because i cant get help

i am going to die knowing i never finished a single thing in my life and nobody will ever know what i was capable of.

i want to die in the most painful and uncomfortable way possible because its what i deserve. its the only thing i truly deserve. i need to endanger myself more than i already do obviously its not killing me fast enough if im still kicking and dragging myself across the pavement. i should be dragged along the pavement by a semitruck instead.

i wanna kill myself so bad tonight man. im gonna try not to bc my friend really needs me rn. but i really might relapse. im so fucking tired i want to just go and sleep but ill stay up just for that. i should just cut a vein already why do i care about beinf careful. there was a thing i wanted to do... cut myself with a razor right after i use it to chop **** because maybe itll make me feel good when im not or just fuck my heart enough to make me faint or do smth stupider

ive been writing this for so long im fucking done. i got 2.5 more hours here. i hope i find my mouse when i go home so i change my mind but i honestly really just want to end it right now. im at the end of the line really. im gonna work til i die and never get a break

"everyday it feels like noone sees and noone knows. every day i kinda wanna cancel the show." /lyr

please for the love of god like this if you read all of it i just spilled my whole guts and not even well

[cal-daisies-and-briars]

I am so excited about all of you fics and can’t wait to see the next chapters from each of them!!!

🦮🦮🦮🦮🦮🦮🦮🦮🦮🦮 (Oh cranberry!!!)

🩸🩸🩸🩸🩸🩸🩸🩸🩸🩸 (Oh OH and to think it was Eddie I was worried about I SHOULD HAVE KNOWN!!!)

🧟🧟🧟🧟🧟🧟🧟🧟🧟🧟🧟🧟🧟🧟(Im not so patiently waiting for Eddie and Maddie and Chris to make it Sunport… Also I love how you had Bathena meet and I’m excited to see them develop)

🔮🔮🔮🔮🔮🔮🔮🔮🔮🔮 (Intervening universe made me cry and I’m not ready for when Buck and Bobby actually talk)

HEY!!!!! Thank you so much!

So I posted Cranberry. Is there 30 of something else I can do for ya?

Here are the rest!

30 for 🩸 (YEAH SORRY I THOUGHT IT WASN'T GONNA BE SURPRISING BUT GLAD IT WAS):

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After Eddie leaves Chris, he finds Maddie and Sophia wearing twin expressions of distress. Truly, the disappointed, peeved expressions of two sisters - one of whom isn’t even his - might just be too much for him to stomach. He’s kind of terrified. 

“What’s wrong?” Eddie asks. “Apart from the obvious.”

“He took all the keys,” Sophia says. “Every single set of car keys. What the hell did he do that for?”

Eddie thinks of May collapsing. 

“He doesn’t want me behind the wheel.” He presumes. “In case he kills her. My heart will stop.” 

“Oh my god,” Maddie sighs. 

“Can we take your car?” Eddie asks. 

Maddie nods. “We’ll have to.” 

He follows her and Sophia out into the driveway, locking the door behind him. He climbs into the front passenger seat of Maddie’s sedan. Sophia slides into the back. 

“So,” Maddie says. “Where am I going?”

“Long Beach,” Eddie says. 

“We have to search all of Long Beach for him?” Sophia replies. “Nothing more specific.”

“She works at the Promenade, she lives in MacArthur Park.” Eddie replies.

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42 for 🧟 (hehehehe very soon!):

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It is a big deal, though. It’s a big deal to Eddie. 

He gets this stupid idea in his brain. Really, he knows it’s stupid. Born more out of desperation than real logic. But here Maddie is, this chance encounter he made and had the opportunity to save. He did it, didn’t he? He saved her. And she likes his kid. She’s good with him. She has somewhere potentially safe to go. 

Maybe Maddie would do it. Maybe she’d take care of Chris for him, while he looks for Shannon. Maybe she’d keep him safe, her and her brother. Not forever. Just for a little while. 

Eddie needs to leave his son with someone he can trust. And he thinks he can trust Maddie. 

▪️▪️▪️

When they’re finally far enough away from the scene of their near devouring, Eddie pulls over off the side of the highway. He lifts Chris out of the backseat and holds him tight, wrapping him up as if Eddie is a weighted blanket, until his breathing and his heart rate are normal again. 

“I was so scared, Daddy,” Chris complains quietly. 

“I know, buddy. I’m sorry you were scared. You’re safe now.” 

But he’s not. Not really. Eddie can say it all he likes. He can be determined to make it true. But it isn’t. Not yet.

They take a long enough break to stretch their legs and collect themselves. They pee in a push. They drink and eat from what little Eddie has in the truck. Then it’s time to get going again. Based on the map, Eddie estimates they only have a little under two hours left. Nothing, really, in the quest for safety and reuniting Maddie with her brother. 

They check the radio again as they get closer. There’s still no signal. He sees the worry blossoming on Maddie’s face, though she tries to remain positive. There’s nothing more Eddie can say to comfort her. He feels badly about that. But they both know the only thing that will quell the anxiety is an answer. 

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30 for 🔮(well we are getting right to the actual talking here):

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He has his own issues with both of them, of course. Deep, painful ones that have left profound scars. But Bobby genuinely doesn’t know what it feels like to suspect that your parents don’t love you, and have their every action prove you right. He actually can’t imagine how that would have changed things for him. How much harder it would have all been. 

“It’s fine, Bobby,” Buck says, when he sees him struggling to articulate his thoughts. “It was a long time ago.”

No. No, it’s not fine at all. It’s the opposite of fine. 

Bobby shakes his head. “Don’t do that.”

“Do what?” Buck asks.

“Buck, just let me…” Bobby sighs. “If I have ever made you feel the way they made you feel, I’m sorry.”

Buck’s eyes bulge, face awash with anxiety. He doesn’t reply. 

“If I did, it wasn’t intentional. It didn’t come from the same place. And I hate that… God, I saw you, just a kid… I hate that I couldn’t…” 

Fix it for him? Whisk him away? He doesn’t really know. 

“It’s not your responsibility, Bobby,” Buck says quietly. “You can’t… It’s not your fault I let myself get carried away.”

[aeyunaa]

Night shift

A short story I just randomly came up with so why not post?

Housewife!wooyoung x female reader

Pillow humping, edging, handjob.

You have been leaving your boyfriend at the house all day recently due your jobs busy schedule.

You came in late today and got scolded by your manager because your boyfriend wouldn’t let you leave the house earlier he held onto your waist on your way out the door saying “baby, don’t leave your always gone now and I miss you..” his guilt tripping almost got the best of you.

Focus y/n. “babe let go im already 10 minutes later my boss is gonna kill me when I get home I’ll spend all my time with you, okay?”

He hesitates but eventually let’s go of your waist and frowns before sulking away. A wave of guilt washed over you as you walked out the door.

Wooyoung’s pov

Y/n’s gone again…I inhaled deeply before walking to the kitchen sink and running hot water so I could wash dishes. As I was running the water I opened my phone scrolling through twitter looking for something to do in the meantime..

45 minutes later

I look at the time “it’s barley even 8:45? It’s only been 45 minutes but it’s felt longer than that…”

Y/n’s pov

I’m sure wooyoung was probably bored out of his mind right now because of how much he was texting me.

Wooyoung: y/n, did you make it to work okay? - 8:15

Y/n: yep! - 8:16

Wooyoung: I cleaned up a bit- 8:20

Wooyoung: I really miss you- 8:20

Wooyoung: can you call?- 8:23

Y/n: babe we’re pretty busy rn- 8:25

Wooyoung: have you eaten lunch?-12:09

Y/n: *sends attachment

Yep fried egg Noodles and baechu kimchi!- 12:20

Y/n: make sure you eat as well! Fighting!- 12:21

Wooyoung: fighting!-12:22

I sat on the bed looking down at the porn link I had open on my phone “y/n gets off in about two and a half hours…but” I threw my phone on the bed somewhere eyeing the bulge in my sweats “fuckkkk…I can’t wait two fucking hours” I slide one of my hands into my sweats using the other to support me. I slowly run my hand up and down the girth of my cock nearly shivering each time I quickly tug my sweats down gradually growing more desperate each second. Fuck I wish y/n was here, I miss the feeling of her around me the thought of it could make me come right then. But I held it as if my cock wasn’t sensitive enough. I look around and grab the closest thing to me a pillow I lay down on my stomach placing both hands onto the sheets as i straddled the pillow I had folded in half thrusting between both sides.

Y/n’s pov

my boss released me early because I told him I had an emergency issue it was a lie but I had thought about what wooyoung had said I did need to spend more time with him. When I had gotten home everything was neat and organized but there was no wooyoung I walked down the hallway and that’s when I heard it, whimpers? Moans? I slowly pushed the bedroom door open and saw wooyoung his face was flushed red he had sweat falling off his forehead I could see his cock head peeking between the pillow he was holding and I blushed he looked up at me after a few seconds and smirked. “Oh? I didn’t know you got off early.”

I walk in the bedroom sitting beside him “and I didn’t know you were acting off of desperation while I was gone.” He sat up I could see his cock rested against his stomach god he looked delicious. “Now that you’re here you can help me…” his voice had dropped suddenly it was hot

“with pleasure, I’ll consider this…my night shift..”

[rdiowx]

Could you write a Ray x (possible amab? if not then neutral is fine) y/n fluff-smut where y/n was having a shit day and Ray wanted to make them feel better? Some praise stuff coming from him 'n all would b super kewl!!

YOURW KILLING ME

Ray makes me kick my feet and twirl my hair .

RAY TORO AND A READER THAT HAD A BAD DAY

Ray toro x gn!amab!reader.

Smut, amab reader, praise, angst kinda but Ray fixes that dw, handjob (reader receiving), Ray being a service top, cuddle handjob, Crying, i was listening to game theory while i wrote this.

You had just experienced the shittiest day known to man, all you wanted to do now was go home and sit with your boyfriend Ray on the couch and watch tv. Your favorite show was coming on soon at least now you have something to look forward to. You actually had no idea if Ray is even home right now but luckily, as you pull into the drive way Rays car was there. You quickly walked to the door and unlocked it, slightly fumbling with your keys. “Ray! Im home!” You yelled throughout the house. It didnt take long to hear Rays footsteps coming towards you as you made your way deeper into the house.

“Hi baby, how was your day?” Ray questioned, pulling you into a hug. You only rolled your eyes at the question in response. “Bad huh?” Ray asked, planting a kiss onto your forehead. “Yep.” You responded simply. You made your way into the kitchen where Ray was before to see what he was cooking. It was one of your favorites, you smiled a little at this before checking the clock. “Oh! My favorite show is coming on soon.” You said, making your way to the living room making sure to take your coat and shoes off to put them by the door.

“Thats okay, we can watch it and eat.” Ray said bringing yours and his plates to the living room. You basically inhaled your food, you loved when Ray cooked. After you both finished Ray took both of your plates into the kitchen to put them in the sink. When he came back he seemed to have stopped by your room on the way back as he had your favorite blanket in his hand. You decided to go get changed into more comfy clothes, considering you were still in your work clothes. “Ill be right back.” You reassured before going to yours and Rays shared room to change.

You had no idea if the clothes you picked were Rays or yours but considering how big the shirt was on you it must’ve been Rays. You made your way back to the living room before slipping in front of Ray, he was laying down now with you in front of him. It didn’t take long for Ray to start littering kisses on your neck and the sides of your face making you let out a giggle. After a while Ray started to get a little more touchy, slowly trailing his hands up your shirt. You let out a whine as he sucked a mark into your neck, screwing your eyes shut as he trailed his hand down your pants to palm you through your boxers.

“I love you so much.” Ray whispered, pressing a kiss onto your lips. You didn’t hesitate to to reciprocate it, breathily moaning into his mouth. He managed to pull your pants down to your thighs within the time you were kissing. He was now stroking you at a leisurely pace catching you by surprise. The blanket was now discarded as it had gotten too hot to be under it. “Holy fuck-!” You moaned as Ray sunk his thumb into the slit of your tip. Now laying on your back so you could kiss Ray comfortably, your lips had barley left each other.

The tv was now long forgotten, your moans drowning out the sounds of your show. Ray was still stroking you, though a little faster now. You were breathing hard, eyes watering at this point as ray kissed your tears away. “Fuck i think im gonna cum soon.” You cried, bucking your hips up into his hand. “Yea? Go on, do it.” Ray encouraged, hiding his head into your neck to continue kissing your neck. You came soon after that, painting your stomach and Rays hand with cum, whining as Ray slowed his movements.

Ray leaves to get a towel and water after you calm down. Taking extra care to not overstimulate you as he cleans you off, making sure to keep you hydrated afterwards. He pulls your pants and boxers back up your hips and soon takes you back to your shared room. It doesnt take you guys long to fall into a deep sleep, tangled in each others limbs.

[1autistictacticalrefrigerator]

Police!Soap and Killer!Ghost PT2

When Soap wakes up, the first thing he notices was his skull-splitting headache. He groans and tries to reach for his head, only to find out he couldn’t. Someone had restrained Soap to a metal chair, Soap tries to wiggle out but there was no use. Whoever tied the knots wasn’t planning for Soap to get out of it- it was on securely.

“Who the fuck-“ Soap grumbles to himself quietly.

Luckily for the officer, he didn’t have to wait long to find out who was behind the restraints. That mask- the dark attire- it was The Ghost.

Soap suppresses a scream and turns to face the intimidating individual. “What the fuck do you want with me?” Soap says, hoping to sound as demanding as he was hoping to sound like.

The Ghost just stared back at Soap, unwavering.

“You’re The Ghost, right…? Or am I being delusional.” Soap chatters nervously, hoping to not get a knife into the stomach or something like that.

The Ghost scoffs, “Drop the grand name. Hearing people add “the” to your nickname gets annoying overtime.”

Ghost’s voice definitely wasn’t what Soap expected. A deep baritone. Soap shakes his head, getting rid of the wooziness. Soap looks around the room he was held in. It was small, the light on the ceiling was trying it’s best to stay on, flickering occasionally. The walls were pretty shoddy, Soap guessed this was probably an abandoned building of some sort.

“So.. can I like.. go home now..?” Soap suddenly says.

“What do you think the answer is?”

“..yes…?” Soap squeaks hopefully.

“No.” Ghost narrows his eyes.

“Oh. Are you gonna kill me?”

“Whats with the questions, officer?”

“I dunno. Wait- how do you know Im a officer?”

“Your uniform is really saying something here, McTavish.”

“Oh. Right.”

“Are you always this stupid?”

“Honestly I have no idea. Can I go now?”

“What did I say?”

“The fuck are you gonna even do with me here anyway-“

“Good question.” Ghost suddenly pauses, “I.. acted on impulse. I actually don’t know what I’ll do with you now that I brought you here.”

“Uh.. yes. So you can let me go right?”

“How about torture?”

“No thanks. I’d rather eat dinner.”

“Are you asking me to take you out to dinner..-“

“No? Yes? I have no idea, I’m hungry though.”

“You’re strange.”

“I’m the strange one? You literally prowl around in the dark wearing a skull mask, Im pretty sure you’re the strangest out of the both of us. It’s like you’re a batman ripoff or something.”

“Bold words for someone within stabbing range.” Ghost warns.

Soap only shrugs, “I say a lot of bold things, I also drive people up a wall apparently with my chatter.”

“That you do.” Ghost nods in agreement, “Do you know the police rotation schedule for patrols?” Ghost asks.

“And.. why would I tell you exactly?”

“Do you value your own life?”

“Yes, or else grandma is gonna tear me to pieces when I reach heaven.” Soap jokes.

“You.. sound like you have a nice family.”

“I do- for the most part.” Soap says proudly.

Ghost looks away for a moment before looking back at Soap. It made Soap wonder about Ghost, weirdly. But Soap doesn’t get the chance to ask about Ghost’s family.

“Tell me the rotation schedule.” Ghost demands.

“Do I have to?”

“Yes.”

“What if I dont.”

“Are you asking to die?”

“Uh- no? I just.. cant really remember from the top of my head..” Soap tries his best to recall what the schedule was like.

“Bloody hell- how the fuck did you even become a police if you cant even remember the most basic things-“ Ghost asks, exasperated.

“I have no idea. Luck I guess?” Soap blinks.

Suddenly, luck reminded Soap- Wait, oh. I haven’t even started to come up with a epic escape plan yet.

Ghost narrows his eyes, “What’re you thinking about.” He demands.

“Mind’s empty.” Soap quickly says.

“Well that empty mind of yours better start thinking. I’m very close to disposing you.” Ghost hisses.

“I can’t write it down anyway, you tied me up.” Soap complains.

“You think Im stupid enough to untie you?” Ghost says flatly, “Yes, I untie you and then you try to escape and I’ll have no choice but to stab you then.”

“Oh so you don’t want to kill me-“ Soap sighs with relief.

“What- no.” Ghost’s voice seems to slightly falter, “Not that.”

“Mhm, ok.” Soap says. He tries the ropes again despite knowing its futile. Ghost only gives him a strange face. That wasn’t going to stop Soap though, he keeps going. It hurt but eventually he’d get somewhere, right?

“What’re you doing-“ Ghost asks.

Soap ignores him and keeps going, eventually wrists becoming bloody. If he could get his hand out everything else would come apart easier.. or Ghost kills him. But hey, Ghost hasn’t killed him yet anyway.

Ghost on the other hand think’s Soap went absolutely mental. Normally Ghost would just let the victim suffer, but for some reason he tries to stop Soap.

“You’ll only end up hurting yourself.” Ghost states.

Soap ignores Ghost.

“Stop.” Ghost tries again, this time finding himself reaching a hand out. He quickly stops.

Soap looks up at him. A uncharacteristic “Why do you care?” Throws Ghost off guard. And it stung a tad more than it should.

Ghost had many victims in the past who were bold enough to throw at least a few insults around- he felt nothing. Yet with Soap- Ghost has observed him from afar before. A very kind soul indeed, but past other kind people didn’t stop Ghost from plunging a knife right into their rib cage, so why Soap? The fuck was this kind of concern boiling up from deep inside the hollow depths of his body?

Ghost’s hands act on its own without Ghost’s consent, grabbing Soap’s shoulder, making those beautiful bright blue eyes look up at him. Beautiful..? Huh. Never noticed before. Ghost respected people who take action and take it seriously, this kind of focus from someone as idiotic as Soap really threw him off- it made him wonder what other versions of that man he’s never known before.

“What?” Was Soap’s reply.

Ghost finds himself cutting the ropes for Soap, only when he untied them did he realize what he did. Soap stood there for a moment, eyes wide in shock before quickly taking a step back.

Ghost takes a step forward earning a punch to the face, but it was obvious Soap was holding back. Playing the defensive. Soap takes off running, running to anywhere. But after trying a few locked doors and meeting a few dead ends with Ghost not far behind, he opens the window at the end of a hallway.

Ghost immediately stops a few good feet away, “Idiot- this is the third fucking floor!” he blurts out, because if Soap jumps, he’s surely going to crack every single one of his bones probably. Ok. Maybe not. But still.

Soap only spares Ghost one glance before climbing out of the window. Ghost quickly scrambles after Soap but finds Soap slowly scaling the side building. Working his way to the pipe on the opposite end of where the window was, fearlessly, never once glancing down or pausing. Ghost only watches in awe as Soap makes it to the pipe, hanging on for dear life as he tries to slowly descended it, his uniform all dirtied up. That was the kind of bravery Ghost respected.

He could only watch as Soap stumbles and staggers onto the street and away from the building.

A part of Ghost know this meant he’ll get in trouble if he lets a victim get away, let alone a officer- but a part of him just wants to watch Soap go. So he watches, he watches Soap sprint down the street..

..round that corner…

..and duck out of sight. Ghost sighs, catching himself mid-sigh. The fuck was wrong with him? He’d have to get Soap back later he thought. And he’s more excited to see Soap again than he should.

( END OF PT2 ) (Just wanted to write some silly conversation between the two dont mind me 🗿)

(Personally I didnt like this one much. It feels too rushed. Didnt check for typos either yayy ignore them lmfao. 💀)

[consul-valerius]

To Fuck Around is Human; To Find Out is Divine (1/4)

It just wasn’t fair ; it wasn’t fair that Sam always got what he wanted, and Valerius always ended up like this . And it wasn’t fair that he loved ending up like this—it just made Sam cheekier, more boastful. […]“Pretty soon you’re going to be thanking me, boy,” Sam whispered in a low growl. These next words were for Valerius and only Valerius. The attention alone had him on cloud nine—how pathetic . “You can cry and pout all you want—you and I both know how this story ends: with you begging daddy for more .”

Valerius attempts to dominate The Duke of Pearl Isles, which goes just as well as was expected. But with his spouse's help, can he for once turn the tables on him? Or will all three fall back into their usual roles?

Rating: 18+ minors DNI or I’m gonna eat your homework

WC: 5728 (im sorry…… my brain exploded)

Characters and relationships: Valerius, Sam, Lucio, brief DonDon, and two nameless OCs; primary Valerius/Sam but background Sam/Lucio and Valucio (and obvious ValDonna)

Content warnings: established Dom/Sub dynamics; non-consensual/dubiously-consensual spankings (did I just make up a word lol); punishments; light bondage; humiliation & degradation; daddy dom, Valerius’s canon foot fetish

A/N: its whack a doodle time. It is whack a doodle. Time. LOL I got my dick back in force and now I’m going to just dedicate time to doing self indulgent smut of these three LMFAO I can’t say there’s NO plot, but this is just a silly little blip in time for them that is vaguely post-game/whatever AU the tales take place in :’)

Preview undercut—full fic linked in the title✨

“Enlighten me, consul,” Sam was practically growling now, teasing a strand of Valerius’s bangs between two gloved fingers. “Seeing as you are suddenly the expert on discipline , what’s the proper way to teach a man like me some manners?”

Sam was clearly baiting him; everyone knew it, most of all Valerius. But he was giving him an out too: if he apologized, tail between his legs, Sam would let it all go. If it was really pretty, maybe he would even invite Valerius onto his lap next—he would have Valerius do something extra special to apologize.

On his lap next to Lucio—Lucio, whose eyes were glued to every move Valerius made, those eyes moving quickly to capture every breath, every small shudder. Valerius sucked in air through his nose, bracing himself to apologize. He wasn’t sure why he had looked to Lucio—normally he could turn to Donna for some visual reassurance.

Instead, Lucio quirked his brow at him, a wicked smile on his face as he tilted his chin up at Valerius.

You don’t have the balls.

“Well, obviously a spanking would be in order.”

Valerius tried not to jump at the ruckus he had caused. The two women tried to stifle their chuckles; Lucio chose to laugh and giggle openly, even so much as to kick his legs too. Sam’s eyes snapped to him for a moment before zeroing in on Valerius. Before Valerius could take the words back, Sam was laughing next, loud and hysterical.

“And just who would be able to do that to me, hm?”

This was bad. This was bad, and Valerius needed to stop.

“Oh, I can name quite a few I’ve seen firsthand tanning your hide—”

Sam was going to kill him. He was digging his own grave.

“My spouse, of course, being one of them.”

But how could he stop when Lucio looked so thrilled? Looked so impressed by him , not Sam, not even Nadia.

Sam’s eyes widened; it only made his forced smile all the scarier.

“Ah, I see ,” Sam chuckled, his voice too sweet. “Gonna run and tell on me like you always do? Gonna go tell mommy that daddy’s being a big ol’ meanie?”

Valerius felt his stomach drop, his face instantly igniting. Damn him . Damn him for saying that in front of those women—they would get the wrong idea, that he was really into all of that. Really, it was for Donna. And for Sam. And it made him happy to make them happy, it wasn’t that he was into it—

“Does it look like I’m running ? Are your eyes just as bad as your decorum?”

Sam sucked in a breath, practically hissing as he tilted his head down at Valerius. Valerius swallowed, his eyelashes fluttering.

“Oh? You gonna do it then, Valerius?” Sam took another step forward. Valerius took a step back. “You gonna put me in my place?”

Valerius felt like his brain was turning off, that he could will his soul from his body at this very moment. Lucio’s small giggle broke him out of his stupor.

“I could if I wanted to.”

“And you simply just never felt the urge? With how ill-mannered and barbaric I am, you’ve just always so happened to let me throw you over my knee?”

“I said if I wanted to—”

“Seems like you wana now.”

“Well, perhaps I do “wan-ah” —!”

“ Perfect!I”

[c41c0unt1ng]

6/12/24

tw: low cal and restrictive eating, block don't report

breakfast:

nothing - 0cals

lunch:

nothing - 0cals

dinner:

hotdog w/ bun - 200cals

10 sour cream and onion chips - 75cals

ice cream thingy - 470cals

end of the day thoughts and totals:

3 mile run - 518cals

cals lost from steps - 711cals (hahah 711 heathers reference)

total cals lost - -1229cals

total cals consumed - 745cals

net - -484cals

guys i finally did it, im finally out of the 170s!!!! im gonna be my first goal weight in no time, i personally think losing 20lbs in like 2 weeks is super good, if i can do 20lbs every 2 weeks then by the end of the summer ill def be my UWG (hopefully) anyways i also finished my first 2 day long fast which i think went super well except by the second day my stomach was killing me and i felt just super loopy and out of it, but im sure ill get used to it. and so far (heavy knock on wood) i haven't binged at all, but i think itll end up hitting me like a brick eventually so just praying that day WONT come lmfao... im finally also starting to see changes, like my face is less fat and my stomach has DEFINETLY gotten smaller and flatter, it isnt perfect but i think with enough hard work im getting there, altho i cannot wait for school to be done cuz lunch period is actually the fucking worst and now my friends are trying to convince me to eat cuz i accidentally mentioned that i hadn't eaten in 2 days. ill probably just stop eating in the lunch room and go sit in a teachers room or something. and my moms coming home tmrw which means no more having to avoid eating junk food!!! yippee! and and im renting a rowing machine (urg) out for the offseason (im on a crew team) which means I hopefully don't have to run as much anymore to burn cals, depends on how many cals it burns cuz running is pretty good at burning stuff. plus in august all my sports start up (by all I mean swimming) and thats like hella good excersize, i wish i could still be on my club team but i get waaay to much anxiety and its just not sustainable sadly. anyways, If youve read this far tysm for reading and ill see u tmrw!! byeeee <3333

[keysorsomething]

Sweet Tea and Kvass

This is a little work about my SCP OC again :))

My fav relationship dynamic is grumpy Russian man and a silly little cowboy who annoys him :))

Im so sorry this took so long to come out after it was teased I've been vv busy !!

Crossposted on Ao3 :))

Dmitri exhales, smoke flowing gracefully into the late-night air. He liked it here; it was a beautiful state, and being so far from the city was peaceful. The night’s chill was comforting and reminded him vaguely of home. He lets his eyes shut, slowly and calmly. Crickets rang through the chilly night, letting him get washed with a moment of silent peace. These moments were rare for him. He had so much to do, “War is not a nine-to-five”, after all*.*

Now he feels how tired he is, how he’s barely holding his head up. He looks down at his cigarette, using it as a timer. He had about halfway to go, and then he could go to bed. He was going to finish this, and then he was going to sleep. And he wasn’t going to let any bullshit get to him, no matter how much nonsense the idiots he was assigned to work with got in. He wished he could have someone who took the job seriously.

He tried not to dwell on the thoughts, instead trying to let himself relax so that he’d sleep easier when he went back inside. He took slow, long drags of his cigarette, savoring the moment of peace. He almost wants to start another when he holds nothing but the butt in between his finger and thumb. He shoves the burning end into the porch railing, before flicking it off into the dirt under him. He steps away with a sigh, preparing for whatever he has to deal with when he enters back into the house.

It was a decently large, well-kept, Foundation-owned house meant for missions like this. He didn’t know how often they had to go to this area of Southern Georgia, but he wasn’t complaining about having such a nice place to stay. And, all things considered, the house was pretty clean.

It was a small team, so everyone had their own place to sleep. The door swings open into a small kitchen area, and one of the other members of the team sits at the small circular dinner table. Dmitri groans, seeing him. Arin. Dmitri hated cowboys - he hadn’t met many, but that damn time in Texas had him meet enough - and Arin was the most Southern Cowboy-y as they came.

“Howdy!” He greets Dmitri as he enters the room, turning his head back to look at the Russian man. He always had this easy-going smile on his face, one that never looked forced. But it was just so jarring. Dmitri was so used to the blank faces of home. The smile left a sickly sweet feeling in his stomach, like eating a cake with too much sugar.

He grumbles lowly, “Привет, Доктор,” barely waving. Dr. Akins’ face twitches, he wasn’t really a doctor. It was something he got hung up on often, the phrasing. But Dmitri wasn’t planning on being chivalrous with the other man. Arin’s grin slips, and he nods, turning back around in his chair.

“Alright, well,” Arin mumbles, picking up the silverware he was using to eat. “You gonna be up before six?” He asks, taking a bite of the food.

“Maybe,” Dmitri replies, shrugging.

“Well, I‘mma make some breakfast, but I won’t be up ‘til five-thirty or six, so,” Arin turns back to him. “You’ll still be welcome to take some if you wanna,” He mumbles, before shaking his head. “But don't let me keep ya. You need sleep, you’re doin’ all the hard work.”

Dmitri blinks slowly, pulling a face, “Yeah, Goodnight, Doctor,” He grumbles, walking out of the room. He huffs, rubbing at his face as he makes his way down the hallway. He agreed to take the first room on the right - directly across from Arin's.

It wasn’t a willing agreement - at least not fully. Dmitri had to be at the front, there was no way he wouldn’t let himself be. He had to be at the front to protect his men, and unfortunately, that was the same reason Arin had to be just across from him.

“Keep the death count low; if the one who comes back when they die gets killed, there’s no need to report it,” was the official answer. He was basically a human shield when they took him out like this. Which was rare, as far as Dmitri knew. He didn’t know a lot about the other man’s job on site, but he couldn’t imagine that it was very kind to the other man.

Dmitri swings his room’s door open, groaning as he pulls his shirt off. He drops it neatly in the hamper, kicking the door back shut and not minding when it slams shut behind him. He lets out a heavy sigh when he’s in the bed again. He has to admit that it’s a nice, soft mattress, and the sheets were warm and inviting.

Dmitri is out like a light as soon as the blanket is on him, falling into a deep sleep. His sleeps weren’t always the greatest, haunted by visions of what he’s seen in battle. Many of his dreams were him reliving his last day before he went into the army.

Just slight glimpses of his life before, ones that end up with him re-awakening with tears in his eyes and a pillow tight to his chest. It was embarrassing, the only downside to sleeping here now. Back on site, the walls were thick, and soundproof but these walls are thin, wood.

When he awakes again, his body weight crushes the pillow on the bed, and he’s sweating profusely. He groans, sitting up and rubbing his face. As much as he misses her, maybe it’s a good thing his bed is empty nowadays. He slips out of bed, grabs himself a towel as he goes into the bathroom. He’s still slightly groggy as he starts his shower, taking his time to make sure the water is just right. It cools him off as he steps under the water with a soft huff.

When he gets out he can smell something cooking. It’s unfamiliar, but it leaves a rumble in his stomach. He groans, wrapping the towel over his waist before he steps into the halls. He hears hushed whispers from the kitchen. He rounds the corner, turning in. Arin stands at the stove, humming warmly as he uses a spoon to stir whatever was in the pan he held.

“I still say we should have chicken and waffles,” One of the men at the table groans.

“We can have some tomorrow,” Arin hums, pulling the pan away from the heat.

“What if I ain't here tomorrow? What if I die?” The man replies, letting his hand swing down onto the table.

“You ain’t gonna die,” Arin replies, turning around to him with a wink. “Not while I’m here, at least,” He beams, plating some food. “Oh, Agent Strelnikov,” Arin replies with a jolt, even though he’s smiling. “’M making breakfast; biscuits and gravy. You want a plate?”

Dmitri’s brow furrows, and he shuffles on his feet, “What is “biscuits and gravy”?” He asks, stepping forward.

“Soft bread and thickened sausage fat,” Arin explains, before chuckling. “Oh, well, that doesn’t sound very appetizing.” He plates some more, holding it out to Dmitri. “You wanna try some? You can be honest if you don't like it. I won't be upset, promise,” He beams, and Dmitri takes a moment to think about it.

He had to eat breakfast anyway. He huffs, taking the plate. He sits at the table, taking the fork and knife Arin offers him. Arin plates some for himself, sitting at the head of the table. He has only a fork, not having taken a knife for himself, and looks up briefly here and there as Dmitri takes slow bites. It was not the worst that he’d eaten, but it was nothing compared to food from home.

He took slow, calculated bites as he watched his coworkers eat. They eat fast, Arin simply powering through the soft biscuits with his fork. It bothers Dmitri, the sheer lack of manners. Is it that hard to eat with a knife? But he huffs, looking back down at the food. It’s filling, and it’s important to be full and fed for a long day of searching through a small town for an anomaly.

And the man wasn’t a half-bad cook. Dmitri finishes his food, damn near fully cleaning the plate. A part of him wishes he had been served more, but it will suffice. Arin stands when Dmitri is done, offering his hand out.

“I will do the dishes, Доктор,” Dmitri huffs as the hand comes into his view, raising to his feet himself. “You should not have to cook and clean.”

“Well, I thought you might want to get dressed, Captain,” Arin replies, gesturing vaguely towards the Russian man. He looks almost innocent, his eyes wide and batting at Dmitri.

Dmitri huffs once more, relinquishing his plate to the Southerner. He watches as Arin takes the plates, humming as he moves to the sink. He watches the man hunch, turning the water on as he starts the chore. Dmitri doesn’t stay to watch, turning back around to his own room to get himself dressed for the day.

The sun beats down on them, one thing that Dmitri is decidedly hating. That and Arin’s stupid hat that he keeps tipping down at the people they pass. People are beaming at the Southerner, waving and gleefully greeting him back. It looked like he was a small-town celebrity. People seemed drawn to him like he was magnetic. It was bewildering, to watch how much charisma he had. It was like a dance, socializing here. A dance the Dmitri couldn’t quite get yet. The moves were similar, maybe even exactly the same, but he couldn’t get the smaller intricacies, the ones that weren’t present at home.

To tilt his head here, to smile there, the smallest little twist that makes him walk backward in just a slightly uncomfortable way. These small things, even though they were additions to the dance of socializing he knew, made him feel clumsy like he was tripping over his own feet. Arin did not, though. Arin moved slowly through the dance, swaying at just the right time, smiling and pulling his dance partner in just close enough. The closeness that would be scandalous in the 1700s, the kind where you could feel the breath of the other fanning over your face.

It was something to be envious of, the expertise. Perhaps foolishly, considering how long the man had been around for, but Dmitri still looked at him with the green tint, wanting nothing more than to be able to glide so gracefully through the conversations like this.

Arin leads the small group consisting of himself, Dmirti, and two others. They make their way into a small building, a saloon-styled shop. The four of them make their way inside, being greeted by a young woman who chimes in a pitched-up voice when she spots them.

“Hello, table for four?” She asks sweetly, smiling up at Arin. He grins and shrugs, leaning on the counter.

“We were just lookin’ to ask around, buttercup, but we won't mind stayin’ for some coffee,” He turns his head back to the other men. “Would we, fellas?”

Dmitri watches the other two men turn to each other with big grins, and how Arin’s face twitches with clear displeasure at the sight. The hostess nods and leads them to a booth, Arin firmly yanking one of the men by the wrist like a mom pulling her toddler away from a toy they were throwing a fit over. There was a harshness in the action, a feeling of betrayal, that the man didn't seem to catch. But Dmitri did, and it was a curious thing.

The four of them sit in a booth, Dmitri and Arin sitting across from each other at the ends. Arin faces away from the door, smiling as he talks with the hostess, asking her about how she is doing. He asks about any strange happenings, stuff out of the ordinary. She mentions a semi-truck flipping over on its way out of town before asking why.

Arin grins widely - a disturbing expression to Dmitri, the way that the corners of his mouth pull up so much - and winks at the young woman, “Well, I can tell ya, but I’d have to kill ya, huh?” He chuckles, shaking his head, “We just wanna help, hon,” He corrects, turning to Dmitri. “That’s our job, ta help those who need it, yeah?”

”Дa,” Dmitri agrees quickly, and he watches Arin’s eyes shine excitedly at the agreement. The woman nods.

“Well, did anyone see the truck?” Arin asks, cocking his head to the side.

“Oh, well, some of the firefighters did,” She speaks, her voice soft as she taps the pen to her mouth while she thinks. She takes out her notepad, writing down a handful of names before handing them to Arin. He takes it carefully, turning to her with a big smile.

“Thank you, sweetie. It means a lot you trust us to help,” He tells her, her voice a perfect, sickly-sweet calm. That was what Dmitri disliked so much about Arin’s demeanor. He could never tell what was genuine and what was a ploy to get information or some other want from the target - because they blended into each other flawlessly.

It was easy to get that good at reading people and telling them what they wanted to hear, when you had been around for so long. Perhaps part of it was learned and part was natural, but either way Dmitri thought it was disgraceful. Not that he could blame the other man much - he had his own charms, and his own uses for them. But what Dmitri was doing there was completely different, in his mind. Charming a woman into giving you information for your fights was gross, and his charms had nothing to do with the violence of his missions or of the Foundation.

Arin insists they stay and at least drink something, even though they’re wasting daylight and money, considering that they already had food back at the house. But the Southener still orders a big pitcher of sweet tea with a big grin, insisting that Dmitri try at least a sip.

”When in Rome, you know?” He states, pouring a glass for Dmitri. He doesn’t fill in all the way up, or even halfway, just about a quarter. Enough for the Russian to get a taste, but nothing that would force him to have more than a sip. He pushes the glass forward, not minding the pure disdain on Dmitri’s face. “You don’t gotta, I’ll drink it if you’d prefer.” It was tentative, a small slip in the man’s pride for what was his home.

“I will try,” Dmitri insists roughly, taking the glass from him harshly. He hated that softness, how every offer of Arin’s came with an out. He was an adult, and he could handle himself. He places the glass to his lips, taking a long sip of the liquid.

It, much like Arin, is sickeningly sweet. He frowns as the cold tea touches his tongue, filling his mouth. He pulls away, swallowing it despite how much he wants to spit it back out. He was going to prove to this man that he was capable of taking care of himself, of fulfilling his own duties, and of the fact that he didn’t need another man to talk to him like a pampered child. He takes another long sip, finishing all that he had been poured. Arin smiles, with that same damn smile, and goes to ask him if he liked it.

But, he beats the cowboy to the punch by harshly grabbing the pitcher and pouring himself a full glass. He stares the other man down, violence clear in his face. Arin seems stunned - or perhaps hurt - at the action, but he remains silent. And he’s stopped smiling. It’s a perfect look for him, one that fills Dmitri with a twisted sense of pride.

That pride unfortunately leaves him with much more of the sweet liquid in his stomach than he’d wish, and he feels more than nauseous when they leave. His stomach is so uncomfortable he can’t even think something negative about the way Arin leaves fifteen dollars on the table, despite that being nowhere near fifteen percent of the amount they paid for that pitcher. Dmitri doesn’t even understand how he’s walking by the time they make it to the Fire Department building, which is small considering the area surrounding it. The paper only gives three names, which was the best thing to come from that whole situation.

The interviews go by quickly and are relatively painless. They don’t reveal much, but they give the group a location and some newer information, including other situations in the area. All of them seem to surround one house just on the outskirts of the town, which is the most helpful piece of information. They have their target, and that’s all they could ask for.

Well, Dmitri could ask for one more thing. This was, most likely, a type green. A reality-bender. He doubted anyone here could deal with them as well as his favorite most competent coworker, one Dr. Clef. But, he would have to do.

As much as he doubted these workers, he knew that they would do well, if he took control. He was competent, and he could overcome their goofing off if he was strong enough. If they listened maybe he could make it back to Site. And maybe he won’t have to die with his last drinking being sweet tea.

Gearing up is mostly silent. The men load their guns, adjust their armor, and say their prayers.

Arin doesn’t seem to say anything.

They drive down the back way, with Arin driving. It’s late, dark, by the time they go, but that was the idea. They park behind the house and sit in a moment of fearful silence together. Arin is the first to get out, taking a moment to look out into the dark woods behind the house.

It was run down, the kind of building local kids would tell ghost stories about before daring their friends to go knock on the door. Arin seems lost in thought as he stares off into the distance, fiddling with some keyring he’d attached to the handgun he had in his waistband. It was a moment of solemn silence, one Dmitri didn’t think was possible from the obnoxious other man. He sighs, standing next to Arin silently as he pulls out his pack of cigarettes.

Arin’s eyes slide to his hands, and a chuckle escapes him, “Just my thought, too,” He comments, his hand dropping the metal ring he was fiddling with.

“You want?” Dmitri offers, and this time isn’t doing it with some petty reasoning in his mind, but instead to be kind.

“Nah,” Arin responds, taking a pack of his own from his pocket. “You should keep ‘em for yourself.” He speaks softly, taking out a cigarette of his own as well as his lighter. They stand in silence, for a moment. Together, looking out into the dark forest, in the chilly night air.

“I could die,” Dmitri comments after a moment. “If this goes sour. I would not need extra cigarette then.”

“You won’t die,” Arin replies with an irritated huff. “Not while I’m here.”

[buglyknight]

1092) another cigarette, please

hang out with the rest of our friends

yeah,

the ferris wheel is still there.

we find ways to spend our time

eating too much

my stomach is wrathfully full

i tell Grant im tired of eating

we go to the Garden of the Gods

but You're not here.

You're not here.

we go to an artsy place

walk around for a few hours

we didn't finish the mystery game

everyone was hungry

except me

but why is that stranger wearing Your face?

neck starts its tics

brain itches

Grant is feeling similarly

ive got bad brain. he says

me too.

why was that stranger wearing Your face?

when we get back to the hotel

he wants to go outside

i know why.

can i join you?

sure.

so we

smoke cigarettes

that's what You told me to do, right?

that one time?

would You hate me for thinking of that?

i forgot your wording, but i remembered just now while typing

i told Grant about it

let's die a little faster.

we talk about You

and You

and You

and the ferris wheel

and how i was

sexually abused by my brother

ive never said that out loud before

its mostly glossed over

not for lack of caring

i havent posted that poem yet

and he talks about

his ex (pseudo ex?)

his You, in a way.

that lives up here

do you think it ever stops?

no. he replies

the look in his eyes

he knows.

yeah, i know.

-

cigarettes, a pause

more cigarettes

i suck them down like candy

throat burns

lungs burn

more cigarettes, please

will i finally get cancer

like i wished for at 18?

i flatten the earth as i smoke

is it to distract myself from You,

as we talk about You?

we're both shivering but we

keep standing in the snow

until it hurts

feet are numb

more cigarettes, please

im shivering madly

another cigarette, please

i still haven't seen Her face

i guess i could show you

(how do you forget that)

only if it won't make it hurt.

nah, i check everyday, just to see if it says 'Married'

yeah, She's pretty.

look at Her! She's everything. i'd kill for Her, i'd do anything

look at Her! look at Her! wow.

-

something about freezing makes you think less

your mind can't focus on anything else

his new boyfriend is a serious downgrade

he's got a new boyfriend? that's good, i hope he's happy

he's so fucked up for what he did to you.

i just hope he's happy.

(never find peace. never? why did you say that to me?)

we went on a double date, at the fair

ah, the F word

cmon man...

now we're here and there's the wheel right there, staring at me.

i can't get away from it.

-

you gonna bang Kat?

no. im not interested in women anymore.

i thought you werent interested in men, anymore?

i dont think im interested in anybody

you're both gonna be super drunk, did you take that into account?

yeah. i dont think itll change much.

-

it feels good to freeze and the only thing

you can warm your hands with, is a cigarette

it feels like being homeless, that feels right

i give it a try and yeah,

he's right.

i leave half of the conversation in my head

ive never been one for speaking my mind

half of the meanings, the clarifications, the answers, the questions

left behind

i tell him. (You'd hate me for it)

things ive never mentioned to anyone

he tells me

things he's never mentioned to anyone

that damn wheel is still there

i want to get a ferris wheel tattoo

you-. Yeah, i don't blame you.

and why were You on that strangers face?

why was that stranger wearing Your face?

why did i keep seeing Her around this place?

we go inside and i watched

Princess Mononoke

with Grant

originally i canceled my plans with him

to watch it with You.

but where were You?

where were You?

where were

You?

where were

You?

SHE'S NOT GOING TO CALL

SHE'S STILL NOT GOING TO CALL

SHE WANTS NOTHING TO DO WITH THE ROACH

KEEP YOUR MOUTH SHUT AND

STAY. OUT. OF. THE. WAY.

i want to bury my hands in the snow till they cant move

what does that feel like?

is that a sensation worth experiencing?

can i put cigarettes out on my own skin?

another cigarette, please

ash it down till it burns my mouth

i'm getting ready to scream.

i smell like ten cigarettes.

[the-ultimate-pie-family]

Loona revenge on the devil part 1

Satan: *takes control over surprise* u fuckin bitch how dare u insult me i brought u here to help u get back on ur feet and this is how u repay by insult me and question my power

Loona: suck my big fat dildo u don't scare me satan u never did and i have been improving u just haven't noticed u fuckin stubborn fallen angel

*satan then got really pissed stabbing her squeezing her heart setting her on fire saying*

Satan: then suffer on the surface u fuckin cunt *satan threw loona firey body to the surface*

*loona coughed up burnt blood her fur was burnt off and her skin was too a crisp she then said*

Loona: mark my words satan I'll get my revenge MARK my *her heart collapsed from getting squeezed too hard she fainted but beraly alive*

*many different bird and predator feasted on loona crispy body then a horrifying pony carried her back to his castle hours passed till loona woke up in a bed*

Loona: *she looked around slowly sitting up* a bed? How is this possible? I don't hurt my fur my skin it's? Back *shes ran to the mirror shocked that she could walk* how is this possible? Everything is back? Dah im naked!..... *she heard a door open covering up with a sheet ready to pounce she then pounced on a kid ready to attack* huh ur a kid?...... *gets off the mare and step back*

Rave: dad she's awake *she turn to loona* ur really lucky my dad found u loona

Blood: *teleports with a tray of breckfast food placing it on the nightstand* rave leave plz i need to talk to loona

Rave: *walks out closing the door*

Loona: *stays covered with the sheet looking at the food* why am i here? who r u?

Blood: names blood and i must say this here's ur clothes back i washed them for u

Loona: *blushes thinking he did something to her body* wat u do to me? My body it's

Blood: like new huh thank god for that but *he used his magic to fix loona hair by braiding it* their whole new look

Loona: *stares at the food as her stomach growled* may i then if ur not gonna kill me?

Blood: u may eat but when ur get dressed and come downstairs

Loona: ....... wait sir uh this may sound stupid but got any pain killers?

Blood: *he stood there shocked* uh yeah this is a new one i been working on enjoy loona *he place the pill on her night stand* i wouldn't do it it's still a prototype

Loona: i can handle it sir

Blood: hmm and the name is blood *he walked out closing the door going downstairs*

Loona: *she crushed the pill into dust making one big line of it* wow that's a big line oh well *shes snorted the whole line whipping her nose* shouldn't take long to take affect *she got dressed but started to get hot* hmm weird? It's nothing tho *she walked downstairs seeing it just blood there by himself* ur alone? Why?

Blood: my kids r at school im usually alone every morning

Loona: oh got any coffee?

Blood: coffee pot loona

Loona: thanks blood *she walked to the coffee pot grabbing the best dad ever cup by accident as she pour the coffee in the cup she started to feel extremely hot* *oh god is it my heat acting up?....* *she tries fanning herself off but it not working she started to get wet down their trying to control it but it's not working* b-blood?

Blood: huh *he was sipping his blood coffee turning his head to loona seeing her fucking her* wat the fuck?! *blushed red* loona u ok?.......

Loona: plz pleasure me blood plz im in heat i-i don't know wat happening my heat is out of control *she rubbed her pussy till she squirted onto the floor and a little on blood*

Blood: *he turned a deep blood red teleporting them to her room* u need to rest loona

Lonna: no need that cock of urs so pleasure me now

Blood *he stood there sighing* fine *he went to loona pussy starting to eat her out*

Loona: *she started to moan softly enjoying herself* mmmm k-keep go-oing and u be-etter fuck me with that c-cock of urs too *she moaned loudly squirting again screaming in pleasure* plz blood fuck me now I-I'm ready *she squirted a little more begging blood to fuck her*

Blood: *he insisted his cock in loona pussy thrusting in and out slowly*

Loona: f-faster damnit i want to be able not to move now shake those hips

*blood thrusted faster into loona pussy pounding into her hard loona screamed in pleasure moaning squirting multiple times loona mind started to fade all she could remember the pounding has stopped then she started to feel his cock in her mouth she sucked until he came she shalldowed everything like a good girl then she passed out*

*next day*

Loona: *wakes up sitting up looking around* blood? *she looked down seeing a mess he and she made last night* oh my god we did it......

*Blood came in to talk to loona*

Blood: how r u miss loona?

Loona: *she blushed* f-fine and sorry about last night

Blood: as long u enjoyed it i was happy to help u but now for the plan to get ur revenge on my brother

Loona: ur brother? *she thinked for a second* wait satan is ur brother?

Blood: yes now the plan i was thinking we sneak into hell unseen and assassin my brother

Loona: sorry blood satan is mine *she got up getting dressed with new clothes on but she then remembered he helped her with her heat problem she sighed* ok u can help me but we go by my rules got it?

Blood: as u wish loona wats the plan then?

Loona: i don't have one

Blood: eh? Uhm ok r we winging it then?

Loona: i guess but how do we get to hell

Blood: my magic

Loona: *shes looked at blood laughing* u can't do magic *shes then got slapped hard on her flank as she moaned softly* ok ok u-u have m-magic *she blushed blasting blood hard breaking her paw she then got sick from wat she did to bloods jaw*

*as loona was vomiting in a trash can blood healed her paw stitching his jaw back on*

Blood: ur an idiot sometimes

Loona: then think before slapping my ass u-u

Blood: freak?

Loona: *she growled but couldn't be mad at him because he saved her life and she knows she can never repay him for that* ......... it's fine just don't do it unless i say u can ok?

Blood: *he giggled* u r bossy miss loona heheh

Loona: stop giggling im serious *looks at the collar around bloods neck* hmmm

Blood: hey staring is rude u know

Loona: the collar and why

Blood: ........sorry miss loona that's personal

Loona: hmm?....... ok can we fight now?

Blood: finally i been waiting for ur orders *he used his holy magic to summon a portal to hell*

*when blood and loona jumped threw the portal satan was waiting for her but not his own brother*

Satan: so u teamed up with loona huh brother too bad I'll have to kill u both rip them apart *he walked away*

*the demons of hell started attacking loona and blood*

Blood: *pulses the demons back summoning a keyblade* jump loona now *he threw the keyblade in the air*

Loona: *runs jumping grabbing the keyblade getting thrown by blood to satan*

Satan: huh? *he turned around getting stabbed by loona keyblade*

Loona: *shes twists the keyblade deeper into satan not holding back her rage* this is for everything u said to me *she then kick satan to the ground stabbing the keyblade into his opened wound going threw the ground trapping him their* and that's for setting me on fire *she then broke all his limbs* that's leaving me for dead and most importantly *shes stomped on satans skull crashing it brains going everywhere* that's for ripping my heart out *she then collapsed knowing she got her revenge and her body can finally rest in pease*

*days went by not knowing she was brought back to life with a new heart inside her*

Loona: *she slowly woke up seeing kids around her* huh??....... *she tried moving hearing a door open* h-helllo?

Blood: kids time to woke up loona is up now

*bloods kids ran out going outside to play*

Loona: *sits up* is he really dead??

Blood: *nods* yes he's dead u did it *he smiled hugging her* now how about some food miss loona?

Loona: *she smiled and nodded on the food* yes blood I'd like that

Blood: when ur ready come downstairs *he teleported downstairs*

Loona: *she looked down knowing she should've died in hell but she felt her heart beat again she started crying of joy* damn u blood...... *she went downstairs seeing blood and his mom pinkie pie*

Pinkie: hi sleepy beauty so glad u could make it

Loona: thank u miss pie *she sat down at the table beside blood* thank u blood for everything

Blood: ur fine loona *he sipped his blood coffee patting her head scratching her ears*

Loona: *her foot stomped on the floor enjoying it* ooooh yeah thats the spot mmmmmm

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