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Art the clown Ă reader
First aid
Art was definitely shocked on one hand, and on the other he knew that he would still come back. In fact, he didn't understand what Sienna was fighting for, because it would have been much easier to die a few years ago than to suffer all her life from nightmares and expectations that he would come back again, and he would. Well, it was probably none of his business, an ordinary stupid person.
You weren't used to worrying about Art, because you knew that he was strong, much stronger than any person he could meet, but this time you weren't happy. Firstly, you didn't want to get just his head, secondly, you didn't understand what you could do there for so long, especially in the company of Vika, and thirdly... Your soul was scratching at the cats, it didn't matter.
And finally he appears. As always, covered in blood, and you weren't even surprised almost until you saw just a huge blood stain in the area of ââhis torso, and on his head, did they really try to touch him? You immediately frowned, quickly letting Art into the room, making him take off his shoes, because you had just recently cleaned up.
- you gave your word that you would deal with her quickly. - your voice was doomed, disappointed and angry at the same time. He shrugged, lowering the corners of his lips, which were outlined in black paint. In his hands, as always, was the horn, which he began to press, as if trying to amuse you, but you clearly did not feel like laughing. Of course, he simply could not die, but you could not get used to the fact that he was not like other people, and you wanted to show concern for the man you loved. He put his hands on your shoulders, squeezing and stroking them with the thumb of one hand, as if trying to calm you down and make you understand that everything was fine. But nothing was fine.
- Take off your clothes. - Usually, characteristic situations followed these words, but now there was not a hint of anything playful in your intonation. The clown raised his painted eyebrows in surprise, opening his eyes wide. - Darling, take off your clothes, please. I need to see how badly you were hurt. - The demon even looked down at the floor as if he was guilty, but still fulfilled your request while you went for the first aid kit.
Having taken wet wipes, cotton wool, alcohol, you went into the room, where Art, with his suit half-fluffed half to the waist, was sitting on the bed, his pants smeared with blood. Okay, so you still have to change the bed linen again.
- Are you in pain? - You knew that he felt pain, even though he was used to it, but in this sense he was no different from a person or any other living creature. You came closer, and at first began to simply gently wipe the blood around the deep wound, it was unpleasant to watch, but Art sat motionless, attentively, like a small child watching your actions, until you touched his wound with a cotton pad soaked in alcohol. His fingers tensed and dug into the mattress, ready to tear it at any moment, even seemed to stop breathing, but obviously, he did not utter a word. You chuckled, and continued your work. Ideally, he generally needed to put a stitch to properly stop the bleeding, but you knew that his sores healed very quickly, well, compared to other people.
When this was done, you sent Art to the shower, because it was not right to be so dirty, and threw his suit in the washing machine, although ideally it should have been thrown away, but you will sew it up.
- just don't mess with her.. Please. â She spoke quietly somewhere into his chest, starting to talk about Sienna, because of whom all this happened. You were grateful that he came to you, and did not arrive in a wheelchair. He stroked your hair silently, saying nothing, but you knew that he heard and understood. You repaid him with kindness, even though he did not need it, helped to treat the wounds, and he gave you the tenderness that you rarely see from him, which you were glad about, after all, he is such that love and affection are the last thing you expect from him.
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Currently working on my own fix-it fic but man this shit is harder than I thought it'd be- I keep crying and then getting distracted reading other fix-it fics. Thought I'd share this snippet to hopefully motivate myself to keep going???
Hen was starting to wonder if maybe Tommy was out for a run when she heard a faint âoh shitâ from inside the house. She banged on the door again. âCome on Kinard! I know youâre in there!â She called out. If Tommyâs neighbors thought she was crazy, oh well, too bad. Hen really didnât care.
Finally the door was opened by Tommy. His hair was a mess- sticking up as though heâd been running his hands through it far too much-, he had deep dark bags under his eyes from lack of sleep, his eyes were puffy from crying, and frankly, he looked like shit. âWhat do you want, Hen?â Tommy rasped. Whether his voice was hoarse due to dehydration or yelling and/or crying was unclear.
âTo talk about what happened last night.â Hen crossed her arms.
âYou mean youâre here to yell at me for what I did?" Tommy guessed. He hadn't forgotten the thinly veiled shovel talk from Hen and Karen months back at the medal ceremony- he wasn't surprised Hen was here now. âTrust me I hate myself for it enough. Thereâs nothing you can say that I havenât already thought about myself.â
âNo. Iâm here to try and understand what even happened. According to Eddie, Buck wasnât making very much sense last night. Eddie wouldâve come himself to check on you but heâs got Buck right now. Eddieâs worried about you and frankly, I am too.â
Tommy sighed deeply and stepped aside to let Hen into the house.
Soon they were sitting at Tommyâs kitchen table with mugs of coffee in hand.
âSo are you gonna tell me what happened or are you just gonna keep having that staring contest with your coffee?â Hen questioned.
âHe asked me to move in with him.â Tommy admitted quietly.
âOkay,â Hen said slowly, waiting for Tommy to explain further why he was upset by it. Beyond the obvious matter of Buck leasing his loft apartment and Tommy owning his house, Hen wasnât sure what the issue was.
âFor a split second, I thought about saying yes.â Tommy confessed. âThen I returned to reality and realized I had to end it.â
âBut why?â Hen questioned.
âEven if it was only for a second, Hen, I was ready to, what? Sell my house and more than half my stuff to move in with him? Iâm not even mad about that part- Iâm upset with myself for considering it. Iâve been in Evanâs position before, first gay relationship, lovesick, you think itâs gonna last forever. And Iâve been the first for guys before too. Like I told Evan last night, I know how it ends. And I guess Iâd rather break my own heart than wait around for Evan to do it.â
âIf youâve been so sure all this time that it could never work, why did it take until now for you to call things off?â Hen questioned.
âI think from the start I knew I was playing with fire. After the last guy I was a first for, I told myself I wasnât going to do it anymore. Then I met Evan, and he was just so magnetic, I couldnât stay away even if I wanted to. I couldn't say no to him. I think I always knew my heart would get broken, and I guess I was okay with that all this time, until last night when I realized I love him, and I knew I had to cut myself off before I reached a point of no return.â Tommy explained. âI mean, Iâm a fucking a mess right now and I was the one who called it off. I donât know if I wouldâve been able to survive him ending it.â
âDid you really just figure out last night that you love him?â Hen asked.
âI guess I sorta loved him from the start but last night was different, Hen. Iâm in love with him, like well and truly love him, in a way Iâve never felt before, about anyone.â Tears filled Tommyâs eyes. âAnd Iâm just his first. And as badly as I want it, I know I donât get to be his last.â
âWhat makes you so sure you canât be his last?â Hen wondered.
âBecause Iâm not the forever guy." Tommy shrugged slightly as a tear finally escaped and slid down his cheek. "At best Iâm the close-to-but-never-quite-enough guy."
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New Rehab Program - Pt 4
A/N: Hey if you wanna get tagged, just tell me! Cuz life makes me update slow, rip
Warnings: Mention of blood, mention of you being badly injured, mention of death, also you hate the Twilight saga
During the next couple of days, Shigaraki was oddly 'clingy'. Not physically, but he was always following you around like a dog or cat.
You were watching tv? He was there, sitting on the lazyboy, playing on his phone while sometimes, looking at what you're watching too.
In the kitchen? He was there, sitting on the kitchen island, still doing his own thing though.
The only times he wouldn't follow was when you were in the bathroom, or your bedroom. During those moments, he'd stay in his room. WITH HIS DOOR OPENED. He never closed it now!!
You didn't really understand that sudden switch in him until you decided to examine his behaviour.
From what you had observed, he was clearly grateful to be freed from this collar. That was an easy guess though because the day when you removed it, you put it on the counter. Guess what? Next day there was only a pile of dust left there.
It made you smile, because in all honesty, you would never put it back around his neck. He wasn't a wild animal or caveman with rabies.
You quickly realized that, him following you around, was his own way of saying that he appreciated your presence. Though, knowing his personality, you knew he'd tell you the opposite.
He was still quite silent but at least he didn't ignore you when you asked or talked to him.
You were more than glad to see all this progress when all you did was being kind and patient to him. Even if there was still lots of work to do.
"She should dust them both" Shigaraki hissed at the tv.
You had been bored and had decided to rewatch Twilight. Tomura was still on his phone but he was clearly more focused on the movie. You didn't like this saga but you watched it to see his reaction, to see if he disliked the franchise like you. Was it some kind of therapy? Not really, it was more like bonding time. So far, his reactions were hilarious but you kept your laughs inside.
"Why does Jacob has screen time? He should be a background character only" The white haired man hissed again.
At this point, your show wasn't Twilight anymore but Tomura.
"Why does Jasper keeps staring like a fucking moron? I want to kill him." He went silent for a few seconds. "Is Bella a fucking zombie? She has no emotions" He growled before adding. "If she's a zombie, that would fucking explain why she smells weird to them"
Your laughs escaped your mouth without your consent but you couldn't stop them.
Shigaraki snapped his head in your direction and raised a brow. "Why are you laughing?"
"Sorry it's you- You're just funny, 'cause I agree with you" You wiped your eyes, sighing with a smile.
"Was this a therapy?" He growled in a very low and menacing voice.
"No, I was bored and thought it could be fun" You chuckled and shrugged. "I like judging that saga with my friends"
"I'm not your friend" Tomura frowned.
"Maybe, but it's still fun, right?" You smiled.
Tomura narrowed his eyes as he stared at you, probably trying to decipher how the gears in your brain worked.
After that, he stayed silent for the rest of the movie. Even if his mouth was shut, you could read his body language. He hated that movie and that was an amusing sight.
During the week, All Might, Eraser Head, Tsukauchi and some of your bosses showed up.
You were all sitting at the dining table. Shigaraki and All Might sitting at both ends, right in front of each other. As if they were kings of some kind. Well, Tomura was trying to look intimidating but All Might? He probably just took the first chair he spotted.
As a normal civil, you'd think that everyone was pissed at each other but as a therapist or as someone very observing, you knew how to decipher people. All Might was nervous, Eraser Head was on his guard, even if he hid it quite well, your superiors were angry, Tsukauchi was calm but intrigued while Shigaraki was fuming. He hated those people.
What about you? You were nervous, sitting there in the middle of this silent war. And also because you removed Tomura's collar without anyone's permission, oops. Oh and with the help of All Might on top of thatâŚ.
Tsukauchi spoke first. "I will ask some questions to begin"
You nodded and dared a look in Shigaraki's direction, he was glaring at Tsukauchi. He knew he couldn't lie, because he knew the cop's quirk and that must be pissing him off.
"Have you two been manipulated to remove his collar?" The officer clicked his pen, turning to you and All Might.
"No" You and All Might shook your heads and Tsukauchi wrote something down before turning to the 'ex-criminal'.
"Have you manipulated them?"
It took a few seconds before Tomura only shook his head, clearly pouting at the officer's quirk. Tsukauchi could detect lies.
"Were you trying to hurt your therapist before your collar reacted?"
"Yes" The white haired man narrowed his crimson eyes.
Tsukauchi didn't seem surprised. "Why?"
"Because they were pissing me off"
Ha, yes, Tomura's famous excuse over anything really.
The inspector noted something before turning back to you. "Has he tried again?"
You shook your head.
Tsukauchi nodded before looking at your superiors, telling them that his part was done.
One of your employers sat down in front of you with a menacing frown. "Now, why did you remove his collar? Do you know the risks?"
Ah, there it was. The one million dollar question. You gulped as you felt everyone's eyes on you but not Tomura's. He was glaring at your superior. But why? Wasn't he interested into what you were about to say?
"Because it's inhuman, because he is NOT a wild animal with rabies. He is NOT a do who has to be put on a leash. He is HUMAN. No one should treat a human like this, it's unfair and cruel. Sure he probably did-"
"Nah, I never put a fucking collar on anyone. I just used handcuffs on that young brat and even removed it from him before he fucking decided to attack me."
"We're not talking to you, Shigaraki" Eraser Head frowned at the man.
Shigaraki only raised both his hands in a 'defensive' way and scoffed.
You decided to continue.
"Yes I know the risks. He can be dangerous, he has free will, like any of us. But I strongly believe that for example, forcing someone to eat when they don't want to is a very bad idea. Just like how you guys forced him into this therapy and forced him to wear the collar."
Everyone stayed silent as they registered what you said.
Oh fuck-
Maybe you spoke too much?
But before you could worry, a huge hand was softly put on your shoulder, All Might was smiling at you with pride and comfort in his eyes.
He was probably thinking that you were the perfect therapist for Tomura. That choosing you was the right choice.
You had only under 5 years of experience and yet, people liked you because you made the therapies different. And for some reason that you ignored, people had started talking about you and it had eventually landed in All Might's ears.
So when he showed up at your workplace, you were speechless. He had asked you, THE symbol of peace, had asked you to help him.
That day, you led him to your office, thinking that he needed therapy. He wasn't there for himself, but for Tomura Shigaraki.
At first, you honestly couldn't understand why he wanted to save the 'apprentice' of his now deceased, arch nemesis. Well no, All Might was known to help countless of people no matter who they were. But then he had revealed you something intriguing. Nana Shimura. Tomura's biological grandmother. Who was no other than All Might's mentor.
Again, you were speechless so you had let him continue. The way he spoke about her, she was a mother figure to him. It clicked in your mind. He wanted to save Tomura because he was family to him, because he felt a mountain of guilt on his shoulders for not being able to be there for the ex-villain.
Frankly, you weren't supposed to let your feelings decide as a therapist but this case touched your heart. You wanted to help. But also, if a criminal as bad as Shigaraki was open to get into therapy, wouldn't that mean he wasn't as bad as we think? Plus, that meant you could help fixing society, right?
You sighed with a smile and glanced at the white haired man.
The villain was staring at you as if you had just confessed that you were an alien sent on Earth.
You chuckled. How great would that be? No more crimes. Just peace and happiness. Sure it probably sounded like an impossible dream but hey, if you could save THE Tomura Shigaraki, you would be saving thousands of people, right?
Your superiors and the Pro Heroes discussed together about this whole 'collar removed' situation.
They weren't really happy with this but the heroes (mostly All Might), had taken your side. You were quite surprised that Eraser Head and Tsukauchi seemed to believe in you too. Again, hella surprising, but much appreciated.
You watched them leave with their cars as you stood in the doorway. Once they were away, you walked back inside and closed the door.
Tomura was still sitting at the table, staring at nothing.
"Are-" You remembered that he disliked being asked if he was okay. "Tomura? You're staring into the void"
He didn't react.
Hm, what could you do?
Ah right! He was obsessed with video games, from what you observed. Hell, you didn't even need to be a therapist to find that out. You decided to speak his 'language'.
"If you keep doing this, you'll start glitching and crash the game"
Tomura finally glanced at you with a scoff. You smiled, happy to see that it worked.
"Never been this close to Eraser Head.." He mumbled.
"Are you a fan?" You genuinely asked.
Shigaraki's face scrunched up as he frowned. "No"
You nodded, you weren't going to ask more so you only headed to the living room.
And just like the past few days, he followed a few seconds later. He plopped on the couch and grabbed his phone while you turned your favorite console on. You picked a new game.
After an hour, you weren't far into it but it had piqued Tomura's curiosity as he often looked up at the TV screen. You were struggling with a boss.
"Don't"
You didn't listen, you were stubborn when you had an idea.
"Dodge! Just- Damn it! What the hell are you doing??"
"I AM dodging!" You replied back.
"No you're not, hand me that!" He leaned towards you and reached for the controller. But you stubbornly refused and stretched both arms away from him, while still holding it.
Did you forget that he was also stubborn? Yes, yes you did. He almost climbed on top of you to snatch the god damn controller.
"Tomura! I can do it on my own! Go away!" You tried pushing him back to his place with your foot but as you both stretched further to keep, (or grab) the controller, you dropped it on the floor.
"HA! Dibs!" The white haired man jumped off the couch to snatch it.
"No!" You quickly grabbed his shirt and he fell on you.
It hurt, you both groaned then immediately froze when you realized, with wide eyes, how close your faces were from each other. You both stared at the other for what seemed like an eternity. He leaned his face closer and closer until your lips were just an inch away. You were short circuiting and shut your eyes hard, panicking a little.
Suddenly his weight was gone.
You opened your eyes, letting out a breath that you'd been holding. Your heart was also pounding, ready to break your ribcage while Tomura was sitting on the floor, in front of the tv, like nothing happened. He didn't seem to give a shit either because he had snatched the controller when you closed your eyes.
But- What happened?
Your cheeks were red and you felt like the room had suddenly become warmer.
Seriously- What the fuck just happened??
Blood
Everywhere
All around you
Shigaraki was holding you tightly against him, screaming in rage and agony. But why?
It was your blood
Your stomach had been shot and you were unconscious⌠Or dead? In his arms.
He was in pain too, but not physically. He only had small scratches. But his heart? It felt like someone had stabbed it
The young man closed his eyes as he cried. But why was he crying?
And when he reopened his eyes to look at you, the first thing he saw was his pillow that he was clutching against him. It quickly vanished into dust so the villain sat up, confusedly looking around. He was in his bed, right next to his gaming desk. He was back home, but how? Oh right, a dream. The white haired man glanced at the dust on his bed. He didn't care about his pillow right now.
He stood up, Tomura couldn't understand that weird dream. Why was his heart pounding in his chest? Why was his eyes felt itchy? He didn't like you. Did he? No, no he didn't. It was just a stupid dream. Maybe it was that weird werewolf vampire saga that messed up his brain, nothing else.
And yet, even if it was 2 am, he instinctively walked to your doorway. It was never closed for some reason, so he looked at your silhouette sleeping softly.
The bloodied scene came back to his mind and his heart restarted to ache. He couldn't understand, you were there, safe and sound. Sleeping peacefully. Nothing bad happened to you.
He decided to go back to sleep, but first, he needed to clean his bed.
Why did he needed to check up on you? It was only a dream so of course you were fine. His feelings were dumb, he frowned.
What the fuck did you do to him?
A/N: OOOOOOOH THE FEELINGS HAVE STARTED TO SHOW HEHEHE >:3
Pt 3
#mha#bnha#mha oneshot#bnha oneshot#shigaraki#shigaraki tomura#shigaraki tomura x reader#shigaraki x reader#tomura shigaraki x reader#tenko shimura#my writing
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Pause: Mitch Keller x Reader
Tagging: @kmc1989 @dolphs-darling @Watermeezer @queenslandlover-93 @redpool
Companion piece to:
Her Name Was Lola - You meet Mitch's wife.
Lola becomes the third wheel in your relationship. Thereâs been a war brewing between the two of you since she turned up in Tulsa, a silent one thatâs waged every night she steps into the casino and sits herself at the bar.
âWhy havenât you banned her?â You ask, furiously wiping down the counter and Mitch sighs as he adjusts his cap.
âBecause Sunny, you catch more flies with honey than vinegar.â Mitch explained and youâd clenched your jaw so you didnât bite back with something truly scathing.
You understand the sentiment behind it, Mitch wants that divorce and he wants it as soon as possible but having Lola here, itâs detrimental to your mental health. Part of you wants to claw her damn eyes out and the other part wants to sob, because the evidence of the promise that Mitch broke itâs staring you right in the face, wearing his class ring.
The only solace is those nights when youâre on stage. You sit up there strumming a tune, Â singing your heart out and for a moment Mitchâs entire attention itâs focused on you. You canât express how good that feels, to be the centre of his world again, the only woman he has eyes for. Itâs gone the instant you step off because heâs back to Lola, pleading his case.
âI feel like weâre drifting apart a little.â You say to him later that night when everyone else is gone and the two of you are putting away the glasses. âI feel like you donât see me anymore.â
âThatâs not true, Sunny girl.â He sighs as he places his hand on the bar. âI just want this so badly.â
âWell maybe donât.â You say, your fingertips hooking on the loops of his jeans and drawing him taut against you. âMaybe just enjoy the time we have together, without her and wait the year it takes.â
âAre you saying you donât want to marry me?â He asks as he looks into your eyes and you can see the hurt reflected in them as your palms come to rest on his chest.
âIâm just saying put it on pause for now.â You tell him.
âPause.â He repeats, his hands clasping yours to his heart. âWeâve been on pause before and it damn near ruined us. I want to move forward, I want to marry you-â
âI want that too but this situation, itâs not good for us.â You whisper as his forehead comes to rest upon yours. âMitch, I canâtâŚâ
Your voice breaks and he closes his eyes, his nose bumping lightly against yours.
âSunny.â He says firmly. âWe are almost at the finish line.â
âNo Mitch, youâre almost at the finished line.â You say pushing him away. âI fell behind ten miles ago but youâve just been too focused on the goal to notice.â
âSunnyâŚâ He begins but youâre already drawing away from him.
âI have to go.â You say, picking up your guitar case. âI canât be here right now.â
You leave then and Mitch, he lets you because he knows better than to follow you when you get that resigned tone in your voice. When he gets home that night the lights are off and thereâs no trace of you, he realises thereâs clothes missing, the overnight bag you usually take on tour.
Itâs happening again, he realises. Youâre leaving him because Mitch, he just doesnât fucking listen. He hasnât been hearing what youâve been trying to say to him for weeks, you canât cope with Lola being in his life, you canât stand to see another woman with his ring on her finger.
You pick up when he calls, he hears the sound of traffic in the background and he knows youâve already left Tulsa.
âWhere you headed?â He asks despondently as he leans back against the door frame of the bedroom, his gaze fixed on the bed he's sleeping alone in tonight.
âDallas.â You say softly. âThereâs a couple of places down there that will give me a gig. Probably Houston after that, Memphis, Nashville.â
It feels like youâve plunged a knife into his chest. With each stop you get further away from him and Mitch isnât sure that youâll ever come back.
âWill you come home Sunny?â He pleads, his voice breaking as he says the words âPlease?â
âNo Mitch.â You say, and he hears the resolution in your voice. âNo, I canât.â
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thinking about lucanis with an antivan crow rook whoâs from the complete opposite side of the faction. sheâs from one of those other houses lucanis wouldnât recommend to anyone seeking a contract, one of the houses that traffics and tortures their assassins as children and molds them into weapons. there are no family ties or loyalty where rook is fromâ youâre a crow because refusing means death.
i know the âcanonâ bit for an antivan rook is that viago sidelined them, but iâm not a huge fan of that. i want a rook who thinks lucanis is a silver-spoon try hard who only got his notoriety because of granny dellamorteâs influence. yeah, it sucks that your entire family dynamic revolves around murder and assassination training but at least he has a family, where rook had handlers and competitors.
when they finally share how different their upbringings were, lucanis is shellshocked. heâs heard stories, but thereâs no way any respectable crow house would be that horrible? and the way rook talks about it so casually as if itâs normal, says things about being a crow he doesnât quite understand under the assumption heâd relateâ ouch. it all clicks together and he canât do anything but want to hold her, wishes he could take her home to treviso and show her what a family is like even if his own is a touch dysfunctional, tries to keep stoking that light in her eyes that flares up when she talks about anything but the crows.
as much as heâs trying to recover from the ossuary, trying to find his softness and regain his humanity while also struggling against spiteâs influence, rook is a beacon to him. look at her, someone so hurt by the world still trying to save it, still wanting so badly to help even though no one has ever tried to help her. lucanis wants to help, wants to be so good for her, wants to show her that thereâs life outside being a crow, wants to make that life with her.
itâs a slow burn for them bothâ itâll take a while before rook lets herself fall for lucanis, she might even go about with someone else like emmerich or davrin, someone who doesnât know as much about where she comes from. but lucanis is as much something sheâs never seen before as she is a surprise to him, a crow who can be soft, can make stupid jokes and care for others, who makes grocery lists and waxes poetic about coffee. whatâs sheâs seen as privileged ignorance melts away to reveal lucanisâ soft, sticky sweet center, and by the time she finally realizes it, rook is already addicted.
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âŚozma uses fairytales to make sense of himself and the world around him. as beaconâs headmaster he published a collection of fairytales, every one of them about himself or salem, somehow or another. âwhat is ozpin hiding from usââthe answer is told as a tragic fairytale. ozma heeded lightâs warning for years, but everywhere he went, âhe heard the same frightened whispers that spoke of a terrifying sorceress who commanded dark powers in the wilds among the beasts and monsters.â it was these stories that led him to her, because he âneeded to see what she had become,â and because of these stories he could never bring himself to trust her.
this is how he thinks. how he understands himself and the world. through stories.
We have many questions, and never all the answers we would like. But we do have stories. Whether theyâre true stories passed down through the ages or myths defying time itself, our stories help explain who we are and why weâre here. They give us solace when we need it, advice if we seek it, and connections that bind us together as one people. If you donât believe in stories, if you canât accept their truths, then you will always seek and never find.
salem knows this. itâs the first thing she says to and about him: legends. stories scattered through time⌠mankind has grown quite fond of recounting the exploits of heroes and villains, forgetting so easily that we are remnants, byproducts of a forgotten past.
she does not, herself, seem to care particularly for fairytales. certainly she considers ozmaâs use of them to be deceitful: âlegends and fairytales/scattered in time/maidens and kingdoms/wrapped up in a lie/these children you mislead/youâll watch them all bleed/strength will not bring victoryâ & âshow them gods and deities/blind and keep the people on their knees/pierce the sky, escape your fate/the more you try, the more youâll just breed hate/and lies.â
but.
when he told her the truth about what the god of light sent him to remnant to do, she quoted from a faunus myth to articulate her refusal: âand the descendants of our godâs great gift have always carried envy in their hearts. to this day, they resent us for reminding them of what they are not and what they never can be.â -> âdonât you see? none of that matters anymore! why spend our lives trying to redeem these humans when we could replace them with what they could never be?â
and she means that the god of light is resentful and envious and undeserving, that remnant is better off as it is now, that there is nothing to redeem and nothing the god of light told him matters at allâbut like.
she expresses this idea by quoting a legend.
one he must have been familiar with, at least in passing, because thousands of years later when he published an anthology of fairytales he went out of his way to include that story (and suggests in his commentary that it is important, that it deserves to be remembered, that it contains deep truths).
salemâwho is not, in general, a skillful communicatorâupon hearing his explanation of the divine mandate, upon being asked to join him in serving a god she hates after learning that her marriage was built on lies, tried her level best to communicate her objection in his language. by quoting a story.
that isnât something weâve seen her do in any other contextâin her v1 soliloquy and songs she speaks disdainfully of his legends and fairytales but, in contrast to ozpin and his circleâs habitual use of fairytales to introduce people to the truth, salem never refers to stories to explain herself other than this one time in the lost fable when she asked ozma to reject the mandate light gave him.
iâm upset
#she wanted so badly for him to understand what she was trying to say#and he didnât! and now sheâs given up even trying to be understood by anyone!#iâm upset!!
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Something I find funny about this week's episode of Dungeon Meshi is this is why Autism is a disability.
Laois is trying to help. He is really trying to help, and it does end up helping! But there is that initial moment of disconnect between Laois and his party.
Laois deals with trauma by eating it, and he encourages others to do the same. He really wants to eat living armour cause it was his first death. He is so excited to share the mimick with Chillchuck. Marcel's first death was slime, but also she reacts badly to bugs and he's ready to help her catch the undine even if it's out of his strength league. It is part of his processing of things.
He also says he doesn't understand the feelings argument. Why is a cow ok to eat but a merman (fish edition) isn't? Because it doesn't "feel" right? What does that even mean!
So he sees Senshi is upset. He sees a solution to that upset. Getting more knowledge is a comfort to him. The unknown is worse than the known. The fastest point from A to B is a straight line.
So let's eat the griffin.
Of course the rest of the party have better emotional understanding and they know this is, even if well intentioned, presented callously and carelessly.
This is why Shuro "hates" Laois, cause this is what he does. This is how he acts. And it's not always cute. He never means it to be cruel, but he literally can't tell. His whole intention is to help.
It works out here. But it can be Very Difficult for people when we autistics do this. Chil and Marcel are right to be angry with him even if he can't help it. It is what it is.
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rafe and his pregnant high school gf! during her pregnancy
rafe and his high school gf used to spend hours by the pool during their summer break, but now it feels different as the pair lay on the pool chairs side by side
rafe canât stop looking at his girlâs growing belly, the bump now large enough for all to clearly figure out what happened
the book she had been reading said his baby was the size of a banana or some shit, but ward keeps saying sheâs going to have a big baby like rafe himself was
he hates to admit it, but heâs so turned on by the idea of her carrying his son in there (even if he didnât really want the baby at first, heâs starting to see the benefits especially as he looks at her growing breasts)
after the ultrasound, heâs been so touchy and always finds a way to be near her
rafe getting his gf to come in the pool with him, just so he can hold her close and kiss her as much as he wants
rafe doesnât fully understand pregnancy cravings, but he does try his best to help his girl by bringing her drinks and food so she doesnât have to get up
he does get angry though when she wakes him up at night to tell him sheâs craving a specific dish from the wreck. he gets so grumpy and isnât being very nice when he notices the tears welling up in her eyes, his eyes widening as she begins to cry into his arms
rafe goes and gets her stupid meal from the wreck :)
rafe loves the reactions from the people at the country club when he brings high school gf to lunch one day. heâs got his hands around her waist as he walks through to the reserved table, smiling as the crowd start to whisper. yeah he did that, thatâs his kid in there and no one can do anything about it
on a more canon note, after a fight with his dad, rafe gets super high on coke and disappears for a few days. he stumbles back to tannyhill on day 3 looking for his girl, only to find her sitting with Sarah worried and crying
heâs standing there with open arms saying âhey baby, why are you crying, Iâm backâ like an idiot thinking sheâll happily greet him
only to have her start screaming at him, crying and asking where he went for three days, Sarah rubbing her back soothingly and trying to calm her down. sheâs telling him he canât be doing that with a baby as she sobs
heâs so dumbfounded by her reaction that he canât help but stare, but soon the pair are in a screaming match and rafe is hurling all sorts of insults at high school gf! (itâs his defence mechanism and even his gf isnât protected from it)
rafe wakes up in his room later that day coming down from his high only to realise his gf has moved her things into the guest room, not wanting to be around him right now
he blames it on her hormones to topper and kelce, but part of him knows he fucked up really badly when she doesnât move back to his room by the end of the week
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baby fever
in which reader and spencer discuss having a baby while at work
fluff warnings/tags: fem/AFAB!reader, bau!reader, BOYFRIEND!SPENCER or husband if u so desire, discussions of pregnancy/having a baby (obviously), reader wants a baby, so does spencer a/n: god i need him so badly. should i write follow up smut?? mwahaha evil emoji......
The coffee finished brewing minutes ago, but youâre still standing by the pot, watching Andersonâs daughter toddling around the bullpen on chubby legs. Sheâs not very adept at walking, but her spirit is indomitableâevery time she tips a little too far forward, she catches herself and gets right back up. Itâs not like sheâs doing anything particularly impressive or even interesting, but you canât take your eyes off her. Every movement makes your heart twinge, every giggle or curious quirk of her head is so adorable it physically hurts in your chest.Â
From your peripheral vision you see Spencer approaching, bearing his own empty mug, but not even he can draw your attention away from the adorable little pixie and her tutu and her pigtails.Â
âThat is the cutest kid I have ever seen in my life,â you whisper to Spencer, hoping the quiet tone of your voice will help hide how much you feel like cooing and squealing.Â
He smiles to himself as he pours his coffee.Â
âThatâs Rosie. Have you said hi yet?âÂ
âIâm afraid if I talk to her Iâll try to keep her.âÂ
âShe is pretty adorable.âÂ
You turn to him as he leans next to you on the counter, sipping his coffee casually.Â
âAdorable? Spencer. Puppies are adorable. Youâre not understanding the magnitude of what I mean right now. I canât explain to you how much adorable doesnât cut it. Iâm not kidding about the child abduction thing.âÂ
HIs eyes slide around the room as he chuckles into his mug.Â
âLetâs maybe not joke about kidnapping a child in FBI headquarters.âÂ
âIâm not joking,â you hiss. âI feel like Iâm going insane. I justââÂ
At the last second you stop yourself, pulling your bottom lip between your teeth.Â
âYou just what?â Spencer asks, adjusting the hem of your shirt with his free hand. You glance down, watching the care he takes in the tiniest detail that you wouldnât have given a second thought to.Â
âIs something wrong with my shirt?âÂ
His eyes flick up to yours, hazel tinted with mild surprise.Â
âNo. It just was sliding up your waist a little bit.â As he says it, his knuckles brush the bare skin of your torso. You suppress a shiver, studying his profile once he pulls his hand away and goes for another sip.Â
âCan we have one?âÂ
Your inopportune timing results in coffee dribbling down Spencerâs chin as he quickly attempts to wipe it away, wide eyes torn between you and trying to assess the mess heâs made.Â
âYou--you mean like a baby?âÂ
âYeah, like a baby,â you say, grabbing his shoulders and squaring them to you before dabbing the coffee from his face and jacket. He watches on as you clean him up, completely still except for his wandering eyes.Â
âI thought we were waiting on that.âÂ
âWaiting for what? A better time? Thereâs never going to be a good time with this job. And itâs not like weâd have to quit. Look at JJ. She has two and still does it.âÂ
âFirst of all,â Spencer begins, quickly recovering from your surprise proposition, âI donât love the idea of either of us being in the field with you pregnant. And secondly, JJ also has Will and her mother to take care of the boys. We donât have that. Weâre both here all the time.âÂ
âI donât care,â you groan, trashing the paper towels once youâve done the best you can with his clothing. âWeâd figure it out somehow!âÂ
âMhm. It sounds like youâve really devoted some careful consideration to this.âÂ
You drop your head to your shoulder, giving him your best puppy dog eyes and pulling lightly on his shirtsleeve.Â
âOh, come on. You havenât thought about it at all? My perfect brain and your pretty face fusing to create a future Nobel-prize winner? Imagine how cute she would be, Spencer, we could put her hair in little braids and pigtails and we could dress her up and she could be in soccer and ballet andââÂ
âShe?â he smiles, studying your face intently. You roll your eyes.Â
âYes, she. Obviously we would have a girl. YouââÂ
The idea of Spencer as the father of your daughter hits you like a tidal wave, stopping you dead in your tracks. The images materialize in your mindâs eye so clearly, itâs like theyâre already memories, so real and tangible you have no doubt it must come to fruition someday. But if before, your ranting was mostly a silly fantasyânow itâs become a bit more intense.Â
He seems to sense your shift in mood. The big smile thaws slightly as he subtly grabs your hand on the counter.Â
âWhat? Whatâs wrong?âÂ
There he goes again. Being kind. Being perfect.Â
Tears sting your eyes, but you donât let them fall. Â
âNothing. Nothing is wrong. I just... didnât realize how badly I actually wanted that until I said it out loud.âÂ
The concern in his eyes softens to pure affection as he runs his thumb over the back of your hand.Â
âI want it too. And whenever you decide youâre ready Iâll drop everything for you.âÂ
His words are like compounding pressure to the deep heat within youâforming something so solid and perfect you donât have to wonder if itâs real. A ten on the Mohs scale, a concept that gets closer to actualizing by the minute. Â
Your voice is quiet, revelatory as you admire the amber facets in his eyes.Â
âYouâre ready?â Â
âIâve been ready for quite some time,â he admits. And at once you feel the certainty of him paint your past and your future with one broad brushstroke. One day you will look back on your life and remember the time before Spencer, and that will be it. There is before Spencer, and with Spencer, but never an after Spencer. He wants to create something utterly permanent with you. âCome here.âÂ
He sets his mug down, carefully pulling you forward so youâre toe to toe with your back to the rest of the BAU; so that only he can see you. Despite how good the two of you are at avoiding PDA, occasionally an exception is made. He tenderly wipes away the few tears that have sprung from your waterline and accepts your arms around his waist, mirroring your embrace and completely enveloping you. Â
âI love you,â he murmurs against the top of your hair, quiet enough that nobody in the office has a chance of hearing it. You sniffle.Â
âI love you too. Also you smell really good.âÂ
He chuckles, hand roaming up and down your back for a moment.Â
âAnd that is why we are holding off on this at least for a while.âÂ
âWhat do you mean?â you whisper indignantly as he gently peels you off him. His hands remain a steadying force on your waist as he smiles down at you beatifically.Â
âI mean letâs give it two weeks and see if you still want a baby when youâre not ovulating.âÂ
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Hiiii, can I request how will LaDs boys react when reader got angry with them (at some event there was a misunderstanding or some other problem) and at home she continued to be angry with them (or even ignore them)
AHHHh ngl this is one of my favourite tropes i just like being comforted but realistically pls!! communicate w your partners i dont know how many times i have to scream that from the rooftops!!! also this bitch is LONG also i love. jealousy unfortunately so all of this is like. miscommunicatoin mixed w jealousy!!
Zayne immediately clocks your abnormal behaviour before you even realise how angry you are at him. The only reason he does so is because he's hyper aware of the way you act around him because of how much he cares about you, trying to figure out if there's something he can do to try and keep things from getting worse.
However, being at a party with all of his colleagues trying to talk to him about his latest research does make it quite difficult. You're also fielding some questions yourself - primarily ones about your relationship with Zayne. People can't help but be curious about the type of person Dr. Zayne is interested in and you do your best not to let your anger bleed out.
You manage to last until the two of you are heading home, getting into Zayne's care. It's then that you just totally deflate in his presence, looking out the window and ignoring him as he drives the two of you home. He watches out of the corner of his eye as you fiddle with your hands, clearly wanting to say something to him but stopping yourself short.
He doesn't want to force it out of you but also wants you to talk to him. He ends up deciding to let you have your time on the car ride and when the two of you get inside he tells you that he understands you're upset, but he wants you to tell him about it. If you refuse to talk to him right away he understands, forgoing giving you any affection in case you don't want it as he starts getting ready for bed.
You come to bed a little restless, Zayne also unable to sleep as you're on his mind. He turns to face your back, wanting to reach out but failing to. You refuse to look at him, knowing that you'll just crumble and you want to have the upper hand, even just for a minute longer.
"Just explain to me what's wrong. I can't help you if you don't tell me," Zayne asks again, sounding a little more frustrated.
You remain on the bed, pulling the blanket higher over your shoulders as you continue to give him the silent treatment. You don't want to cave but when he kneels in front of you, looking directly at you to force you to stop ignoring him you sigh loudly and sit up.
"I'm allowed to be mad at you," you say with a huff, Zayne nodding in agreement.
"I didn't say you aren't. I'm asking you to explain to me why you're made so I can fix it."
You curse internally at how quick he is to accept blame and jump to making you feel better. The guilt of ignoring him when you know how badly he just wants to make you happy starts to kick in. You hug your arms to your chest, bringing your knees up as you avert his gaze.
"One of the doctors said they went to school with you. They were...they said that all you did was talk about how you went to med school because of one of your friends. They told me that they always thought that you'd end up dating that person instead of me because of how sweetly you spoke of them."
He nods in understanding, coming to sit next to you on the bed. You slide over to give him some room, leaning into his touch when he puts his arm around you. You can't deny how much you've missed him, finally looking up at him. He has a smile on his face, that teasing look that warns you he's about to embarrass you, just a little.
"You don't remember, do you?" he asks gently, hugging you as he laughs a bit.
"What? Remember what?" you pout.
"It was you. You're the one they're talking about."
You feel your face flush with embarrassment, realising the object of your jealousy was just...you.
"I never got around to telling you but seeing how sick you were when you were younger made me want to study medicine to help out other children like yourself."
He tells you a little more about his journey through med school and how you were basically his inspiration. Listening to him talk about you like this now you can understand why his colleague thought he was in love with that figure, coming to terms with the fact that it's you.
By the time he's done you've basically just melted into a puddle in his arms, no longer needing his reassurances at the moment that he loves you and only you.
Everybody at the Hunter's Association knows that you and Xavier are dating. When you two made it official half of the office told you it was about time while the other half gushed about how cute the two of you are together. Things between the two of you don't change that much at work as you both understand it's important to keep things professional.
It's become such common knowledge that you've gotten to the point where you just assume that everyone knows you two are dating. If you ever get new hunter trainees the others usually fill them in on the office romances as fun little gossip, hence why you were confused when one of the newest recruits was getting exceptionally handsy with Xavier.
He told you about it the same day as the two were getting lunch, telling you that the new recruit seemed to prefer training with him for some reason. You trust Xavier so you have absolutely no reason to think that anything suspicious is happening, telling him that he's a strong Hunter so you don't blame them for looking up to him.
Xavier doesn't really train new recruits so he's a little out of his depth when it comes to this recruit following him around, trying to get him to let them come on missions with him. He always refuses, talking to their actual trainer and telling them to keep an eye on the new recruit.
However, it doesn't seem to work. They're still following him around, trying to eat lunch with him or supposedly help him with any reports he needs to file. Unfortunately for him, since he's such a high ranking Hunter the work he does completely goes over their head so he gets some peace and quiet from that.
One day you're heading over to meet Xavier for lunch when you see the new recruit hanging off of him. They're hugging him from behind and he's smiling as he talks to them, showing them something on his phone as the two of them laugh together. You feel your heart drop as you turn around, texting Xavier that something came up and you'll have to take lunch way later.
You know avoiding him won't work very well since the two of you live in the same building. There's quite literally no way to sneak out and go home without him because even if you did he could just go up a floor to find you. That means you spend the latter half of your shift trying to think up ways to get home without him confronting you, failing miserably when you look up and see Xavier waiting for you to walk home with him.
"...did I say something?" he asks when the two of you are halfway home.
"You haven't said a single thing to me besides hi. Are you alright?"
You look at him and realises he looks like a kicked puppy, crumbling instantly. You can't be angry at him for long, not when he looks that innocent. You huff and shake your head, crossing your arms.
"What were you doing with that recruit?" you ask confrontationally, making him jump a bit.
You've never taken that sort of tone with him before and he wracks his brain, trying to understand what you're talking about. It takes him a while to respond but you watch as his expression becomes more and more puzzled, clearly not understanding at all what you were trying to get at.
"That new recruit. They were literally hanging off of you and you two were clearly having a great time talking to each other," you grumble, picking up the pace to walk in front of him quicker.
"I - wait, come back!"
He catches up to you immediately, grabbing your hand and turning you to face him.
"What are you talking about? I don't know what you mean," he insists, taking both of your hands in his.
You continue to look at him silently, knowing it was irrational of you but not knowing how else to deal with the way you were feeling.
"They had their arm around your neck. You showed them something on your phone. Don't lie to me - I saw it. That's why I cancelled lunch," you retort, taking your hands out of his as you start walking again.
"It's not what it looked like at all!" he says quickly, keeping pace with your steps easily.
"They banged their knee pretty badly against the table. We were going to go to first aid but they told me to just keep them still and they'd come up to us. I was going to grab them a chair to sit in but they started asking me about you and I got distracted. I was showing them some pictures I took of you on our last date."
You stop suddenly, Xavier bumping into you at the unexpected move.
"And I should just believe you?" you bite, wanting to stay angry but knowing there's ultimately no point.
Xavier's literally never lied to you before and his story made sense, you guess. You're still a little upset, going home without him and telling him you just want some time to yourself. A couple hours later you get a text from Xavier apologising for not telling you about what happened sooner and for making you upset. You sigh to yourself, knowing that it's unfair of you to hold him accountable for something that's really not his fault.
You end up going over to his place, apologising for acting immaturely. However, you tell him you'd like him to be a little more assertive with boundaries with that specific recruit, knowing it's not his fault but also not wanting them to consistently disrespect your relationship.
He agrees immediately, telling you he was honestly already uncomfortable with the way that they were acting around him. You feel even worse now that he's said that, the fact reinforcing that he really didn't know what to do in the situation. However, he does feel really bad that you feel that way so he spoils you however he can by ordering you takeout and cuddling you up while the two of watch literally anything you want. You won't be able to be rid of him for the next little while but you don't really mind.
Rafayel's life can be a little messy. You're used to the tabloids saying things about him because he constantly complains about them. He honestly doesn't really mind what they say about him because he's secure in his own identity as his own person - he just hates it when people do interviews based on those false preconceptions. It's the main reason why he'll deny interviews from certain media companies - some of them are worse for it than others.
He's also used to paparazzi, not a stranger to threatening them if they're getting too close on encroaching on his personal property or life. He keeps a very strong divide between the two of them, except when it comes to his relationship status. He doesn't pull you around and show you off constantly but he does make it very clear constantly that he's very in love with you and will happily spend the rest of his life at your feet.
No matter how often people try to bait him into "confessing" that he might have had a passing interest in some model or another painter it all miserably fails. He'll simply compare them to you with a scoff, telling the interviewer that their hair isn't as beautiful as yours is or the way they speak to him just makes him miss how your voice sounds in his ear.
That's why when you walk past a tabloid claiming to photograph Rafayel with a model on his arm you can't help but laugh until you take a closer look. There's no mistaking it - it's some model that he's been complaining about to you. The two of them are leaving Rafayel's favourite restaurant, one he swore up and down he saved only for dates with you.
You want to text him to confront him but decide not to, taking a photo of the magazine for safe keeping. You decide you're not going to talk to him, texting him quickly to tell him that you're too busy to chat during the day today and you'll just come visit him tonight to make up for it. In reality you were just going to spend all day figuring out how to confront him.
When you come over he's just as happy to see you as he normally is. He's a little clingier because you weren't able to text him all day but he sees the look on your face and immediately knows something's wrong. He doesn't know what until you show him the photo that's worked you into a frenzy.
"What - come on, you know that it's a tabloid! No, I'm not cheating on you and certainly not with them!" he insists, crossing his arms as he sees you won't relent.
"Then why lie and tell me that restaurant is just for us when you're going there with your clients too, huh?" you rebuke, pointing at the glowing letters.
"Thomas insisted we meet there! Apparently, they really wanted to try something from there and they refused. I tried to get out of the meeting but Thomas said I can't miss another one. Then, they said they'd pay for my food so I thought I may as well get something out of an awful afternoon."
He looks a little flush himself, getting more worked up as you continued accusing him.
"I wouldn't do that to you. You know that," he implores.
You've been avoiding looking directly at him the entire time, expecting to be even more angry to see some self-righteous expression on his face. When you finally do you're startled by the desperation in his eyes, the way he wants to reach out but falters because he doesn't want to hurt you by just touching you.
"I love you. Nobody else. It's just you, it's always been you," he continues, biting his lip.
"But - the two of you walked out arm in arm," you try weakly, knowing your resolve already cracked at his heartfelt words.
"Because I was grabbed. You don't see the next photo where I take my arm back and practically run into my car because that's not as interesting as me cheating on you."
He sees the tears beginning to well up in your eyes, almost reaching for your face when his hands stop. You nod, unaware that you did until he pulls you into him, pressing your foreheads together as he holds you closely.
"I'd never do that to you. I've spent far too long waiting for you to come back to me."
Sylus has a lot of competitors and you know he's very busy doing things to keep his prestigious rank of leader of the N109 zone, whatever that may be. He purposefully chooses to exclude you from any dealings that he does, telling you with a kiss on your cheek that ignorance is bliss. If something happened to you because of his lack of care he'd never forgive himself - not that he'd tell you, of course.
You're entertaining yourself as you wait for Sylus to finish one of his last meetings for the day. He sends you a text telling you to come by his office because he's almost done so you make your way there. You can hear his voice through the door when you hear him laughing.
"I'm just having fun, don't worry. It doesn't mean anything at all. No, I'm not afraid they'll find out, I mean, how would they?"
Your heart sinks a little, pressing your ear against the wood as you pray he's not talking about you. The conversation continues in the same direction, Sylus continuing to tell the other person on the line that he's going to enjoy messing with you. You tear up at the realisation that he's just as cruel as people think he is, wondering how you managed to let yourself get tricked by a literal career criminal.
Sylus ends the call and you panic, realising that you're standing here with tears on your cheeks and your clothes fisted in your hands. You're about to run away when he opens the door, dressed in preparation for your date and smiling when he sees you. His brows furrow when he sees the state you're in, about to ask you what's wrong when you just run away from him.
You end up turning into some random room, locking the door behind you as you sit against it. You can feel Sylus beginning to kick it down, yelling loudly that if he even cares a little bit about you he won't do it because you're sitting on the other side. He stops immediately, pacing outside as he tries to figure out what to do.
You hear him leave, sighing in relief as you stand up again. You want to open the door and run out, knowing you could get home without him but also knowing he'd be able to easily catch up as you made the boat ride back to Linkon. Honestly, you were beginning to doubt if you should try to get home when it's as late as it is, the ocean rough with the warning of a storm.
You're in the middle of your deliberation when he comes back, a jingling noise on the other side telling you he found the keys for the room. You gasp sharply, throwing yourself against the door in an attempt to keep him on the other side. He hears it immediately and stops.
"What do you think you're doing?" he asks you through the wood, doorknob no longer jiggling with his movements.
"Sparing you from having to spend another moment with me," you say bitterly.
"What are you talking about?" he sighs.
"Stop being dramatic. Just let me come in and we can talk."
He lightly pushes against the door again, you making a noise of discontent as you hold the knob in place.
"I heard you on the phone!" you finally say.
"I know how you actually feel about me."
The words leave you sounding more broken then you thought they would, biting your lip as you try not to let him know how much it affected you. You start crying quietly again, feeling your heart break.
Sylus gets impatient, unlocking the door and letting himself in. You step back as the door slowly opens, still somehow touched at the consideration he shows for you even though he supposedly hates you.
"Sweetie, are you really letting that cloud your judgement? Did you honestly think that I was talking about you?"
He pulls you into his chest without any complaint from you. You hate how easy it is for him to hold you, burying your face in him as he gently runs a wide palm down your back.
"I wasn't talking about you. I was talking about the twins. They decided to pull a prank on me last week so I decided to get payback on them. It's not like a little trash talk would genuinely hurt their feelings if it got back to them."
"Oh."
You feel so pathetic like this, soaking up all his attention after thinking that he hated you. You don't even want to look at him, clinging to his shirt as though it could rescue you from this atrocity.
"Now come on. Let's get you cleaned up and ready to go on our date."
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Ok! I don't know if you can write about a wolverine who is obsessed with an older student at mansion x, what's the surprise? That she has a daddy kink with him because he has daddy issues-.
Professor!logan x student!fem!reader w daddy kink pleaaaaseee (Obviously reader is of legal age but there is Age gap between she and logan, and of course, smut!)
ClichĂŠ (Logan Howlett x Reader)
Logan isnât a teacher by any means. He doesnât have a lot of patience and prefers just to do rather than show people how itâs done. Xavier didnât really give him a choice to be a teacher or not. He led Logan into a classroom full of students one day and told him to have at it. Logan wasnât pleased with Charles, but he managed to improvise well enough. Heâs been teaching since then, and while it is more bearable than he thought it would be, he still isnât a fan. That is, until you showed up in class.
You caught his eye immediately. He could justify it to himself more if you were playing the part of the slutty student wearing short skirts and dropping your pencil so that you could give him a flash of your tits when you bent down. But you werenât doing any of that. You were just a normal student, taking notes, listening intently, and raising your hand when you knew the answer. You werenât trying to tempt him into anything, and Logan was a creep for wishing that you were.Â
He pushed these thoughts to the back of his mind and for the most part, he was successful. He was able to compartmentalize well enough to be an effective teacher and not sport a half-chub in the middle of every class. He thought he had finally gotten over his stupid crush that he was way too old to be having, but then you had asked him for extra help.
Like the beginning of every student-teacher porno, you came to his âoffice hoursâ, which really meant you knocked on his bedroom door late one night. You were having trouble understanding whatever dull topic Logan was teaching that week, which was unusual for you because you study frequently. You asked him to explain and he did, walking you through it to the best of his ability. Logan was suspicious because the topic wasnât difficult to understand, and youâre a smart girl.Â
After fifteen minutes of you nodding along to his explanation and occasionally biting your lip, Logan called you out.Â
âYou donât really need help understanding this, do you?â
You looked up at him, wide-eyed like you were just caught with your hand in the cookie jar.
âYes I do,â you respond hurriedly. âI told you, I was a little confused by all of the information.â
Logan shook his head. âWeâve gone over topics much more difficult than this and you had no problem. Why donât you tell me why youâre really here?â
Logan couldnât help but wonder if his inappropriate fantasies were coming true. It had all the cliches: office hours, a smart girl playing dumb, a half-assed excuse to be close to him. He can hear your heart beating quickly, and when he sniffs the air, he can smell a musky tang of arousal.
He turns to face you, and suddenly youâre unable to meet his eyes. Youâre looking down at where youâre fiddling with the hem of your shirt. Nervous, embarrassed. Gently, he places his hand under your chin and tilts your head up. You timidly look at him, eyes searching his for any signs of anger.
âWhatâre you doinâ here, dollface?â he asks.
Heâs hoping, praying, that you donât say what he so badly wants you to say.Â
âI just⌠wanted to see you,â you respond. You know it makes you sound crazy, but you canât think of any other explanation that isnât entirely inappropriate. He doesnât say anything, but you feel compelled to word-vomit. âI wanted your attention and this was the only way I knew how to get it and Iâm so sorry, I know this is so inappropriate. Please just forget about this and Iâll drop your class-â
Logan shushes you. âYou wanted my attention?â he asks. You nod hesitantly. âWhat for?â
You shrug, but Logan doesnât take that for an answer. âIâm attracted to you.âÂ
You wince as you rip off the band-aid, and youâre so scared to see your professorâs reaction. He should yell at you, call you all sorts of names for your disgusting fantasies, kick you out of the room and have you expelled. But he doesnât.
âThat right?â Logan asks with a smirk. âYouâre all worried just âcause you have a little crush?â Maybe itâs mean to tease you, especially when youâre looking at him like youâre about to cry, but he canât help it. âYou know Iâm too old for you.â
You shake your head. âYouâre not too old for me.â
Logan hums. âThen youâre too young for me.â
âIâm an adult,â you pout. âIâm not too young.â
âSweetheart,â he sighs. âIâm your teacher. Iâm old enough to be your father.â Logan takes note of how your eyes sparkle at that. âYou like me because Iâm old enough to be your father.â
You look away shyly, and that gives Logan all the confirmation he needs.Â
âYâknow, ever since I met you, Iâve been trying not to think about how much I want to bend you over one of those desks. It made me feel so fuckinâ guilty for thinking about you like that, but this whole time, youâve been sittinâ in my class, thinking about me being your daddy.â
Your eyes widen at his words. When you devised this little plan and walked in here, you thought you would chicken out, much less have it lead anywhere.Â
âI have been thinking about that,â you say.
âIâd be real sweet to ya, baby. Give you everything youâve been wanting.â
The two of you are crossing so many lines, but neither of you seem to care anymore. Heâs wanted you for weeks and as morally upstanding as he tries to be, he is still just a man.
âI want it,â you say, voice barely above a whisper.
Loganâs hands are on your hips, grabbing at your skin possessively as he smashes his lips against yours. He dominates the kiss, but you donât mind the pinch of your lips between his teeth. Itâs messy and wet and everything youâve been dreaming of while you watch him in class.Â
Your back hits the door and Logan keeps you pinned against the surface. Youâre helpless to do anything but take what he gives you; his large body covering you entirely. His hands find their way under your ass and he tells you to jump. He holds you up with ease as you wrap your legs around his waist. He grinds against you, your little scrap of lace panties rubbing the bulge in his jeans. Heâs thankful that you decided to wear a dress because the idea of fumbling with more than one pair of pants right now pisses him off.Â
He manages to get his pants undone and pushed low enough to free his cock. Your panties get pulled to the side and his fingers slot themselves inside of you to work you open. Your face is buried in Loganâs neck, where you muffle all of your whines and moans. Youâre certain that anyone out in the hall would be able to hear you, but you canât bring yourself to care. If anything, Logan would be the one to get in trouble for sleeping with a student. Youâd just be an innocent victim.
âDaddy,â you moan when he rubs that spot deep inside of you.Â
âShh, baby, Daddyâs got you,â he coos.
He continues to open you up on his fingers until he deems you loose enough to take him. When he pulls out his fingers, he wipes them on his thigh before grabbing his cock and positioning it at your entrance. He pushes in slowly, allowing you to adjust to the stretch.
You both groan simultaneously as he bottoms out. Youâve never felt so full in your life, and your pussy feels like heaven around his aching cock. Youâve both been craving this taboo relationship for so long and now that itâs finally real, itâs making your head spin.
âSo fuckinâ tight,â Logan growls against your neck as he begins to rut into you.
His gruff voice, casual display of strength, and the feeling of him inside you work together to light your body on fire. Your teeth dig into your bottom lip as you attempt to stifle your moans.Â
âLogan,â you gasp after a particularly hard thrust.
âKeep sayinâ my name like that and this wonât last much longer,â he tells you.
The thought that you doing something so simple as moaning his name could bring him to the edge boggles your mind. The Wolverine coming undone for some girl, a student, no less. You find yourself on a bit of a power trip, knowing what youâre doing to him. Itâs only fair because heâs been torturing you for weeks without even knowing it.
You reach down between your bodies to rub at your clit. Itâs sensitive from neglect, but as soon as you make contact with it, that coil in your belly starts to tighten. Hot waves of pleasure roll over your body as Logan drives his cock into you. Each bump of your g-spot causes a moan to escape from your mouth and he responds with groans of his own.Â
âLogan, Logan,â you pant. âDaddy! Iâm close, Iâm gonna cum.â
Loganâs teeth find your neck. He bites at the skin under your ear and in the back of your mind, you wonder if heâll leave a mark.
âCum for me, princess. Gush all over my dick,â he mumbles against your skin.
You do exactly that. A few moments later, youâre clenching around his length as you rub tight circles over your clit. A moan rips from your throat as your orgasm hits you like a ton of bricks- or a ton of feathers, they weigh the same.
Logan staves off his orgasm long enough for you to ride out yours. Once you come down, he pulls out of you and jerks himself off to completion. Hot, thick ropes of cum paint your stomach and you watch in awe as the muscles in his arm move with the action.
You both stand there, your back against the door, as you catch your breath. You look up at him with slightly glazed eyes; your mind hazy with the remnants of your pleasure.
âThank you,â you breathe out.
âNothinâ to thank me for, dollface,â he says.
Logan bends down to scoop you into his arms. He walks you the few feet over to his bed and lays you down gently before grabbing some tissues to clean you off. You tell him you couldâve walked, but he shushes you and replies âLet me take care of you.â
You do, and it feels like the closest to heaven youâve ever been. The man of your dreams just fucked you stupid and is now coddling you in his bed. What could be better than this?
Logan rids himself of the rest of his clothes and joins you on the bed. He slings an arm over your waist and pulls your back flush to his chest so he can spoon you. He tucks your shoulder under his chin and presses a kiss to your neck, close to the spot he sunk his teeth into earlier.Â
âDoes this mean I get extra credit, professor?â you ask, giggling.
âDonât push your luck, kid. You still gotta do your homework.â
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Can I request Hazbin Hotel characters reacting to an artist!reader that draws a lot but never shows anyone their work but one day accidentally left it out and their partner finds it and sees several sketches and finished drawings of them? Sorry if itâs an odd ask, Iâm an artist and I thought it would be a cute idea I donât see nearly enough, itâs okay if you canât. Thank you either way!!!
Artist Rendition
Hazbin Gang x GN!Reader
TW:A little flirty with Angelâs reaction. Other than that none!
A/N: Not an odd request at all, Friend! For Angelâs part I did write for a male Reader and Fem Reader for Vaggie! KINDA SHORT I APOLOGIZE FRIEND!
-đŚAlastorđŚ-
-đŚ Alastor was very curious to see you carry a sketchbook around all the time. He wanted to pry so badly.
-đŚ But he didnât, he simply ignored the book and only ever asked about it if you were near him. You always get flustered and hide the book even further. Oh now heâs wondering what kind of dark secrets you have in there~
-đŚ But to his surprise when he finds it open and on a page, he sees drawings of him, he carefully flips the page and sees a half down sketch of him sitting in front of the fireplace.
-đŚ Oh boy you just made his ego inflate and his undead heart soar to new heights. His tail starts wagging and thatâs the only way someone can catch how happy he is.
-đŚ Now? Heâs going to poke a little fun at you, âMy Dear, if you had to pick anyone in the hotel to be your muse who would it be?âÂ
-đŚ Silly deer man loves you and your abilities, he often tells you that your work needs to be displayed in a museum.
-đLuciferđ-
-đ Oh boy- when he finds out you can draw? Oh he gets super excited and asks if you can draw him a duck- even if itâs a little doodle! He doesnât care!
-He doesnât really ask or pry into your hobby much but he will admit he does want to see what you draw.
-When he does see that you drew him of all people he gets all flustered and heâs prideful cause his partner?? His darling little angel drew him?!?
-He will volunteer to pose for you, heâs used to sitting still for hours on end!Â
-He will even pose naked if you want him to! Just say the word and heâll drop his clothes right there.
-đ°Huskđ°-
-đ° He watched you sit at the bar and draw to your heart's content and never really commented on it.
-đ° When he does peek into your sketchbook itâs to pull behind the bar into a safe place so nothing ruins your work.
-đ°Thatâs when he notices the drawings and doodles of him and his tail curls happily. The way you captured him doing menial tasks sends his heart into overdrive.
-đ° You were too good for him, damn it. The next time you find it? It has a little sticky note on the cover of your sketchbook and it has a little drawing of you with a small message, âHad to go out with Alastor. Love you, Dollface.âÂ
-đˇď¸ Angel Dust đŠˇ-
-đˇď¸ Oh this man- he loves it! Youâre an artist and heâs also like an artist! But of a very very different genre.
-𩷠He also doesnât pry much as he understands privacy. He wants to give you that as much as he can since he doesnât get much of it.
-đˇď¸ Once he finds out you draw him? Heâs over the fucking moon cause his man? His precious boyfriend draws him!Â
-đŠˇExpect him to start flirting more and more but with art related flirts. âCome on, Sugaâ~ Draw me like one of your french girls~â im sorry. Heâs very supportive!
-đCharlieđ-
-đ oh this baby girl..sheâs been so busy lately that if she did notice it completely slipped her mind!
-đ But when she finds your sketchbook? She gets super excited cause you draw this good?? Sheâs so proud that she immediately goes to find you!
-đ She is another who fully supports you! You need anything, don't hesitate to ask!
-đ Will try to convince you to start painting for the hotel! You can say no it wonât offend her.
-đVaggieđ-
-đ Much like Husk she wonât point it out or comment on it.
-đWill find out you draw her when she sees it when cleaning up and gets all blushy cause this is how you see her?
-đ Comes clean immediately about seeing your drawings and tells you how amazing they are.
-đ Shyly asks if she can pose for you next time, how could you say no to her?
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Since your stuck I decided to help you out with the power of creativity!
How would characters of Hazbin Hotel react to Swan/Duck reader it's branching from penguin reader with how she got stuck in hell for a while
The power mainly focuses on them flying and wind magic ect!
REMINDER: REQUESTS ARE CLOSEDâźď¸
HAZBIN HOTEL X DUCK! READER
Warning: yandere themes.
prompt: a common mistake made your life eventual as people started to fawn over you
You were supposed to be in heavenâŚBUT NOOOO, they sent you to hell because they mistook you for someone else. They couldâve just said they were full like a night clubâŚ
So now you are in a pond swimming around peacefully. But thereâs always a man with a hat and an apple cane that comes to see you literally everyday. You donât know who he is, but he got attached badly. He would bring bread and show you rubber ducks with an awkward smile.
You just go over to him and eat the bread. You never learned how to talk since birth since your mother abused you. Being jealous of your pure soul and natural beauty. She always told you to shush. Making the sour taste in your mouth sting to never talk.
Eventually the man introduced himself as Lucifer, thatâs when it hit you that this man was the first fallen angel, and king of hell. He must have seen your eyes widen in shock. âYou can understand me?â He asked you as he scratched under your beak making you lean in his touch. You nodded as he smiles showing his sharp teeth.
âThatâs even bettter.â He said
Two days after that, you were literally sleeping when you woke up to feel two hands pick you up, it was Lucifer who cooed at your drowsy face as he takes you to a hotel. Were you finally getting a place to stay instead of outside?
âListen, my daughter has a dreamâŚto redeem sinnersâŚI wanna believe in her, but our people chose to make hell this way.â He says with a somber look. He took you inside to see basically a female version of Lucifer but more cheery looking as she gasped at you. âDad? Is that the duck youâve been talking about?! Aww theyâre soooo cute!â She says as she holds you.
And thatâs your story of how now you are basically part of the hotelâs family.
I imagine you just getting prince/princess treatment everyday from the hotel and Lucifer himself as he literally trims your duck fur as you just sit there on a fancy ass pillow.
I headcannon that angel dust buys you shades a lot because your yellow/white feathers is so majestic, he just had to make you even more bad ass.
Angel dust loves how high headed you are, not letting anyone tear you down even with a word. He admires you, so he wants you to admire him as well.
I headcannon for you to deadass have an attitude when bothered. Literally Alastor wanted to see what was so special about you. And so he woke you up from your beauty sleep making you go haywire on him.
You pecked him as he tried to hit you, possibly trying to injure you only to injure himself as he came out pissed off with a smile. He definitely spit out a feather as you quacked out a laugh as if this shit was looney tunes.
Charlie always rants to you about her days and how her and vaggieâs relationship is going. Charlie was notified by her father that you can understand her. She doubted it at first, but when you actually nodded she gasped shocked with stars in her eyes.
You and Charlie grew closeâŚto the point she was almost like her father. Constantly checking up on you, feeding you. Watching you. You tried to push it offâŚbut it was kinda unsettling.
You could obviously fly, which you do around the hotel to spread your wings. But when you fly you have a glowing yellow light around you.
I can see you just chilling at the bar as residents come in and out as you just get petted as husk grumbles a little and also pets you. Husk was immediately enchanted by your soft duck feathers
You love to make small tornados at sinners who cause trouble in the hotel. You are the hotelâs duck, so you must at least protect the guests at least.
Vaggie is the one to always make sure to research what ducks eat before making sure you can eat them. She likes how you make everyone feel fuzzy and warm inside. Even her.
You damn well hated that you died into a duck body..but it felt nice knowing that you couldnât just live the possible human or at least whatever you are. Demon or angel. You could possibly be in a pond sleeping and eating bread all damn day.
I imagine Sir Pentious had put a top hat on you thatâs similar like the ones his egg boiz wear. So he loves to have you around when he builds things.
You doze off like this and itâs so cute to the point they will record and take a picture of you. (If you donât wanna click link, itâs a duck nodding its head off until it goes limp since the duck is tired)
I headcannon Alastor to hate you at first and want to cook you for duck stew, but then he falls in love with how entertaining and smart you are. You technically arenât just a mere duck.
I can see you just making small hurricanes in your bath tub when niffty has to wash you. You once accidentally splashed her. But she chuckled splashing you.
A sinner once tried to take you from the hotelâs pond that Lucifer made for you only be found 30 secs later taking you.
âWHO DO YOU THINK YOU ARE TOUCHING MY DUCKLING?!â Lucifer yells angrily at the sinner who got knocked flat on their ass. His demon form was coming out as fire spits out his mouth when he huffed.
You did a comedic side eye at Lucifer who was acting possessive as hell itself. You didnât even know what to do as this man kept holding you like a pet duck you seen fat white men do in the streets.
The sinner didnât live after that.
I can see husk just petting you softly and then eventually just falling asleep on your body. Like his head is on your body as you just watch hell tv as he snores. Oddly comfortable in your soft feathers.
You literally waddle around the hotel wearing a cute scarf with your favorite color. Alastor oddly knitted it for you like a old grandma to their grandchild đ
I imagine you just side eyeing Lucifer as he suddenly had the urge to read more information about ducks and how their eggs look. So imagine how Lucifer would act if you pregnant. But the thing is, you rather die then be in pain in birth.
Lucifer makes you a lot of blue things to remind you of a pond since that was the place you chill in a lot. It was to the poke Charlie and Lucifer nodded to make you a pond in the backside of the hotel. Itâs your little chill haven.
You felt pissy one day because your feathers were molting..so the wind outside was heavy cause your feathers were just falling and you hated it. You felt insecure but the crew felt your feelings and started to cheer you up. Soon or later, your new feathers came back quickly.
The Veeâs had definitely notice your presence since you first came here. I mean who the hell looks like a damn duck down here with pure beautiful feathers that remind them of so called heaven.
I can see the Veeâs and you having the relationship where itâs basically like team rocket and pikachu type troupe. đ they always fail trying to kidnap you because you literally put out ducks that look like you and they fall for it, EVERY SINGLE TIME-
I headcannon you have a ribbon your favorite color wrapped around your neck like a bow or collar with your name on itâ¤ď¸
Vox had literally set his drone to spy on you as he watches with a sick grin at how adorable and elegant you looked just swimming in your sweet pond and how you just outsmart Alastor. ďżź
Imagine how badass you are to suddenly turn big in size because the hotel was being threatened. So you literally grew in a size of the hotel building and flapped your wings to fly them bitches to who knows nowhere.
If you were on the same branch, you would definitely be the older sister of penguin! Reader if it was lore type shit đ you donât play no games about your emotions as you are always observing
LOL IMAGINE YOU WADDLING TO GO TO THE BATHROOM LIKE A HUMAN AND THE EGG BOIZ JUST FOLLOW AFTER YOU AS IF YOU WERE THEIR MOTHER-
The Veeâs definitely sneak on you by Voxâs drone that swarms around your pond without your knowledge.
Velvette literally sends you nice outfits your size. Literally cute outfits where the holes are for your wings so you can fly and look drippy as hell.
See I could definitely imagine you sneaking out the hotel to just get hooked up with your new outfit stylist which is Velvette now.
Vox
Imagine how cold the state duck! Reader has (hear me out, edit audio type shit starts playing-)
I can see you just swimming and Lucifer takes a picture of you, admiring your beauty in place as you just flock around your damn pond. âThatâs my babyâŚ.â He says wiping a dramatic tear from his eyes.
Valentino. Now I wonât say he would be obsessed romantically but more platonically as he would love for you to be part of his life as his pet only. Like an actual pet he would take care of.
I headcannon Alastor actually tried to feed you some breadâŚand you accepted it making Alastor smile wildly at how you trusted him getting close to you for one.
Lmao you literally did some Wingardium Leviosa ass shit on someone because you didnât like how they looked at you đďżź
You literally are so coddled and spoiledâŚit was to the point you would be walking or more like waddling down the damn streets alone and people would aw at your beauty and gracious. Itâs overwhelming, but at least you know people wonât fuck with you.
But people just never learnt to keep their hands off of a beautiful creature.
Once Adam got sent down to find an angel that was suppose to be in heaven. He didnât except for you to be a fuckin duck. So he laughed and took you up with ease as you quacked furiously, trying to get at least someoneâs attention.
It was too late as Lucifer sees you get flown up into the heaven portal. Lucifer dropped the tray of lemonade in shock to see his beloved flying into the portal. Lucifer felt his heart squeeze knowing that the bastard knew he couldnât get into heaven.
Lucifer quickly spout out his wings and fly sharply towards adamâs fading figure. Adam snickers seeing Luciferâs anger in his glowing red eyes. He turned around and waved you around to taunt Lucifer as you had a âI donât have time for thisâŚâ face. Literally you pecked Adamâs face and hands making Adam spazz out and throw you at Luciferâs face.
âFINE! TAKE YOUR DUMB ASS DUCK!â Adam yells as he flies off grumbling about making you into duck stew
So Lucifer was happy with a derpy expression and calmed down holding you. He got even more protective as he makes sure you are watched 24/7. He wanted to give you freedomâŚbut after that stunt Adam did. Heâs not letting anyone touch you without his permission. Of course his daughter can though!
But what if Adam had succeeded in his capture of you, things would be most likely how it was in hellâŚ.just more clean and healthy.
St. Peter definitely greeted you with a warm smile as you didnâtâŚ.you didnât like how he just sassed you and let you fall to hell. So of course it was rocky, but soon or later you two got along since he brides you with bread. He soon gets obsessed with how you get so trusting over things. He uses that to his advantages.
Sera greets you with open arms, literally as she picks you up. Cooing at your pure yellow/white feathers that matches the aesthetic of heaven. You match perfectly here as your angel form is two pair of wings. Your normal duck wings and angel wings. You are the most beautiful angel she ever met and laid eyes on as she shows you around heaven. Every part and area of it. This shall be your new home.
Emily wonât be a crazyyy person over you. As I can see her being a light hearted person who doesnât love bomb you in a manipulative manner but only wants to be your friend in a loving way. She finds you amazing at how smart and caring you are towards her as you visit her and she visits you back. She brings you every bread know to man and heaven as she noticed you like bread. You and her are clearly amazing friends to each other.
The Angels adore your every movement as if you were also a god/godesss. You were confused at this attention. It was way more overwhelming when you were in hell with the others. Just like how the penguin! Reader was, you made a social media account and half of heaven followed you. It was an insane amount of followers that you didnât mean to have. But the angels love to greet you as you fly/walk by. With you being so graceful here, who wouldnât say you belonged here.
Adam most definitely is possessive and always manipulates you into thinking he is superior. He forces himself to be your caretaker, he literally makes you stay in his place all day and all time watched over. He feels the need to control your very bidding and movement as this dickhead degrades you to make you feel useless. It sometimes works, but sometimes doesnât. ďżź
Lute is a controlling person who sees your intelligence as a threat as she wants to break you into her clasp. Sheâs the second most controlling than Adam. But sheâs an overwhelming controlling as she wants you you to see her as your protector and person you can be dependent on at all times. She wants you to be able to tell her everything you know so she can just please you.
Adam finds it amusing at how you got use it heaven so quick despite this new attention. You literally sit on his lap napping as he lounges on the couch. Basically watching sports or whatever.
You canât help but think, âwhy am I even surprised.â
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When I was ten, we lived on a rice farm with a lot of big buildings in the middle of nowhere. One of the shitty employees of the rice farm decided that, because we had barn cats on the premises, it was perfectly fine to dump a litter of very small kittens into one of the barns.
(I hate her I hate her I hate her)
The kittens were not old enough to be on their own, and despite one of the barn cats looking after them, the majority of them did not make it. All except for one, a little tuxedo that let my dad pick it up.
He brought it into the house, and I decided I was going to nurse it back to health. He was mostly black with a white chin, little white toes, and a white belly. He was so small. I fell in love with him.
I named him Pookie.
He would curl up in the crook of my neck and sleep on my shoulder, where it was warm. He was eating the cat food I mushed up with water, and for three days I thought he might make it.
Then, inexplicably, our dog Fancy, a heeler/shepherd mix, attacked him in the laundry room. She had never done anything like that before and never did anything like that afterwards. I never knew why she did what she did.
I begged my parents to take him to the vet. Please, see if there's anything we can do. I want to save him so badly.
But we had very little money at the time, and my mom couldn't justify an enormous vet bill for a cat we'd had for less than a week that there was surely nothing to do for.
I put him in his basket that night with food and water and many blankets. He had no external injuries besides a nosebleed, so I hoped it wasn't as bad as it seemed.
He didn't see the morning. My dad buried him in the flowerbed without much ado.
I cried for two days into the arms of an unsympathetic mother who didn't understand why I felt so strongly over a cat we'd had for three days, bombarded with criticism from a judgmental sister who severely disliked cats. My dad did his best to try and comfort me, but he's not the best with emotions and didn't know what to say.
It has stuck with me for 20 years. I wonder, from time to time, if I did enough. If I'd kept him in my room instead of the laundry room, if I'd looked up how to care for him, if I'd kept closer watch on him and kept the dog away from him, would he have lived. Would he still have been my cat. Would he have known a life of love and warm fireplaces and full bellies and cuddling into my shoulders until he was too big to fit.
I'll never know.
I told Sawyer about this recently, in a moment of emotional upheaval where I was just spewing out a list of things that had happened in my past that I'd never really gotten over. The conviction of my sadness apparently struck a deep chord with Sawyer, who decided to make me a memorial for Pookie to keep his memory close.
No one else had taken my emotions regarding Pookie seriously. Not until now. And not only did Sawyer take it seriously, the emotional vomit of an adult woman still crying over a cat she had for three days in fifth grade, but Sawyer thought it important enough that it should never be forgotten.
It's nice, sometimes, to know the person you've chosen to go through life with is the best person in the world for you.
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Iâve Got You (LN4)
Summary: In the midst of the FIA determining whether his lap times will be deleted, Y/n finds her boyfriend sitting in front of multiple cameras, but that doesnât matter, heâs upset and sheâs got him.
Warnings: none <3
Note: this is based off when Landoâs quali lap times were deleted and he was just sitting there looking at his hands all sad :(
âWhere is he?â Y/n threw the headphones off her head the moment she caught wind of the news.
Andrea approached her softly, a hand up, âHeâs doing the post-quali interviews, Y/n.â
She shook her head at him, âSo, what? Heâs just sitting there as they converse about his lap time? Andrea, you know how he gets with these things. He shouldnât be alone.â
Andrea stepped in front of her when she tried to maneuver around him, trying to get to Lando, âY/n, there are too many cameras. We canât ensure PR.â
She blinked at him, âAre you fucking kidding me? Fuck PR. I donât care about anything, but getting to him right now. He should not be alone right now. I mean, look at him!â She waved her hand toward the TVs, screens showing Lando picking at his nails as clear embarrassment sunk into his body, âHe doesnât even want to be alone right now.â
Andrea huffed, eyes glancing to the side before landing back on her and nodding, âFine, but no major PDA.â
She loved Andrea, she truly did, but she gave him a nasty look before rushing off.
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She weaseled her way through the crowds, tears springing her eyes at the image of Lando sitting idly by himself. A man stopped her when she tried to get passed the barriers, âMiss, you do not have authorization to enter into this area.â
She smiled at him, âIâm his girlfriend.â
That didnât mean anything in the eyes of security, âOkay.â
A frown found its way onto her face, âSir, please. Iâm trying to comfort someone I love.â
He continued to shake his head, âI understand, but I cannot allow you into this area. I canât confirm who you are.â
Hands tied, her eyes spotted Oscar and she yelled him over. When his feet landed him feet away from the situation, he didnât need anytime to realize what was going on. Oscar grabbed Y/nâs arm, âItâs okay. Sheâs with me.â
The man thought for a moment before allowing her through, a smile on her face as she thanked Oscar. He waved it off, asking her to promise a happier Lando. She would try, she said.
Lando saw her feet first. Her white sneakers that she loved so much aligned in his vision and he stopped picking at his fingers. His gaze slid up her form as she sat down next to him, hand sliding under and around his arm softly. She heard the murmurs, they were incredibly loud, and the camera clicks, but she couldnât find it in herself to care. She could practically feel the upset melting off Lando. She hurt so much for him.
His body relaxed at the feeling of her warmth and when she laid her head on his shoulder, he laid his on the top of her head.
âIâm sorry, baby.â She whispered. Maybe lip readers would figure out what they said.
His hands went to fidget with the nails on his fingers, but she stopped him, linking their hands and softly rubbing his skin, âItâs okay. I need to work harder. I canât keep failing like this.â
She squeezed his hand three times, a silent confession of love, âYouâre not failing. You havenât failed, Lan. Everybody is proud of you. Racing is a hard sport and you are one of the most talented drivers here. Youâre so so hard on yourself, love.â
Lando chuckled, âY/n, you have to say these things. Youâre my girlfriend.â
She pulled her head back lightly, giving him a moment to get his off her head before looking him in the eyes, âLan, I donât have to say anything. When have I ever lied to you? When have I not told you that an outfit looked bad when it did? When have I not told you that a move you did in the race screwed you over when it did? When have I not told you you handled a situation badly when you did? Iâve always been up front with you. This is a hard track. You are not a failure, Lan. Nobody thinks that.â
He was quiet for a moment before pecking her lips, âEven though part of me is still beating myself up over this, knowing youâre proud of me helps it subside a bit.â
She smiled, kissing his cheek whilst still rubbing his hand, âOf course, Iâm proud of you. Lan, I will always be proud of you. Even when you donât give your all, Iâm proud of you for being you. Fuck anybody who thinks different, youâve got this. You have shown time and time again that youâve got this. Iâm sure youâll give it your all tomorrow and youâll continue to show just how much youâve got this.â
His head fell to the side with a soft grin, âYou think so?â
She brushed the hair around his face away, âYes, I do think so. And, hey, even if you donât, if you DNF, Iâll buy you your favorite ice cream and weâll watch a sad movie, have a good cry. We can turn anything bad into something good.â
He laughed, âHow is crying a good thing?â
She gave him a deadpanned look, âBaby, you love a good cry.â
He leaned into her as he giggled, âYouâre right. You know me too well.â
She nodded, âI love you, donât I?â
âI love you too. Thank you.â He whispered, kissing her lightly in fear of the cameras. He never told her often, but Y/n had the greatest ability to talk him out of his moments of self-doubt. Whether it was small or big, she always knew just the things to say to make him snap out of his anxieties. Her superpower, turning his frown upside down.
He wished he was as good as her at it, but she was Y/n, his favorite person, she did everything better than everybody.
He loved her for it, he lived for it, he continued for it.
He loved her, he lived for her, he continued for her.
And when they told him his lap times had been deleted, the weight didnât feel as heavy. Her arm wrapped around the side of his body as they walked away and her whispers of reassurance in his ear, the lap time situation began to feel smaller.
He accredited it all to her. Her words worked wonders, but, if he was being honest, a small look sent his way from her would do the trick. He guessed it was how much he felt for her, how much of his happiness lay with her.
Under the Qatar Grand Prix lights, Lando found peace. When the reporters asked him how he was coping with the loss, he had the same response every time.
âSome time spent in the presence of my girlfriend will work wonders.â
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Hi, Iâm so sorry, I searched for request guidelines and must be missing them so if this isnât something you write I apologize-
Flower prompt heliotrope with Spencer where reader sacrifices herself/or gets shot to save Maeve so Spencer can be happy, even though sheâs hopelessly in love with him. đĽš
Little angst, little fluff. You can decide if reader fully sacrifices or just gets really badly hurt and how Spencer reacts.
my dear!! there are no rules yet- i have things i won't fill but thus far the onus has been on me to clarify. i had so much fun writing this- thank you for requesting it!!! requests r open :^) wc: 1.1k
âIs Maeve okay?â
Itâs the first thing she says when she wakes up from her hospital bed. Spencerâs shaking, a little woozy too. It turns out that they have the same blood type, and she lost a whole fucking lot of it. Heâd been happy to give it to her, although âhappyâfeels like the wrong word to use in this situation.Â
She had internal bleeding, and collapsed harshly from the gunshot, scuffing her forehead so badly she needed stitches. Comparatively, itâs the least of her worries, but still- Spencer canât stop staring at it. Sheâs literally marred by the choice she made to protect him.Â
Maeve is okay. Sheâs in the same hospital, but Spencerâs spent about ten minutes with her- the rest of the last 12 hours of his life were spent oscillating between donating blood and praying to a deity heâs not sure exists.Â
Sheâd survived. Theyâd both survived. He should feel relieved- why doesnât he feel relieved?
Itâs a stupid question that he keeps asking himself. Two of the most important people in his life are alive, but still in the moment, her blood spilling over him- the gasp of her breath when the bullet hit her- Heâs going to remember the sound of it forever, what it sounded like for her to almost die for someone else. He hates that sheâs the type of person to do it. To jump in front of a loaded gun for a woman sheâs never met before.Â
Heâs mad at her. He has no right to be- he gets a chance with Maeve now, and thatâs all due to the choice she made. And yet- heâs so, so angry at her. Because she could be dead right now. He could never, ever talk to her again. She made a choice that meant that he might have never been able to hear her voice, do a magic trick for her, ever, ever be near her again. How the fuck could she do that to him?
âYes,â he replies, âsheâs okay.â
She nods agreeably, before wincing at what appeared to be an intense ache at her temples.Â
âMy head hurts,â she says, her voice low and endearing, and his heart roars with protectiveness. âDo you think I could have a juice box?â
Sheâs so sweet- he wants to laugh, in a sad desperate kind of way. This is his favorite person in the world, sitting up shakily and asking for juice, clearly groggy and so endearing. He almost lost her.Â
âYouâre okay too,â he says, âIf youâre wondering. You scared us. You had internal bleeding and a concussion. You lost a lot of blood.â
Itâs only then she frowns.Â
âI didnât mean to scare you,â she pouts, trying to sit up and speak to him. âBut it all worked out, Spence. Sheâs okay.â
âIt didnât all work out!â Her eyes widen at his outburst, and he feels like scum. Yelling at her when sheâs in a hospital bed, taking a bullet so heâd have a chance at romance.��
âYou said sheâs okay,â she says back, slowly. âI donât understand.â
âYou lost blood. You almost died. That is not it working out. You have to tell me you understand that.â He doesnât know why heâs being so harsh, but he also doesnât know why he has to explain this to her.Â
âI know,â she sighs, âI know. But this is the job, and I didnât have time to get a vest on!â
âThen you wait. You wait. You donât just burst in-â
âAnd you wouldâve lost the love of your life!â
âWhat makes you think sheâs the love of my life?â
A nurse shuffles by the room and Spencer takes a deep breath. He doesnât want to be kicked out of her room, and on some level he knows how crazy it is to be yelling at a gunshot victim. He pinches his nose, eyes winced in frustration.Â
Sheâs been his favorite person by a wide margin for an incredibly long time. She joined the team as a consultant and he remembers the first time he did a card trick for her- the first time heâd fallen asleep on her shoulder. He was so grateful to know her. Still is. In this moment, knowing feels like time slipping out from an hourglass- like it was almost numbered. Their time was almost finished.Â
Maeve was lovely. Maeve listened and she was kind and Spencer really did like her. Heâs glad sheâs safe, now. But his best friend, his coworker and favorite person- Spencer thought everyone could tell that heâs been in love with the team consultant since the first week he knew her.Â
Everything he liked about Maeve reminded him of her.Â
And sheâd jumped in front of a bullet for someone she thought he was in love with. And fuck, maybe he did love her in some way- but whatever âin loveâ meant with Maeve, this sorrow, the pain of knowing sheâd almost been someone heâd have to remember was far, far deeper.Â
âYouâve never mentioned anyone to me romantically. Iâve known you for years, Spencer. Sheâs important to you.â
Maeve is. She was. Itâs all so confusing now. He has liked someone for years, though. He couldnât tell her, though. Maeve was a welcome distraction from a love he thought was wholly impractical and impossible to love him backâ a love that now he has to witness languish in a hospital bed.Â
Morgan knew. Morgan would tease him every time Spencer drew a smiley face in purple marker on her coffee cup. He would tell him to just ask her out, and it had always felt so improbable. Sheâd never go for someone as lanky and uncharismatic as him.Â
âYouâre important to me.âÂ
She has no idea how much.Â
Her eyes soften at that, and not for the first time, he wants to curl into her arms. He wants to lay next to her in the hospital bed, and feel her pulse beat against bare skin. Feel her pulse and with every beat know that she is alive.Â
âI know that, Spence,â she breathes out.
Even though itâs not kosher, not necessarily the right thing to do when your not-girlfriend/girl you went on one date with is in the same hospital, but when his best friend opens up her arms for a hug, he ends up doing exactly what he wanted.Â
The team finds her asleep in her hospital bed, with Spencer asleep in her arms. It feels voyeuristic to look at, but Spencer really, really couldnât care.Â
He resolved to tell her that he loves her as soon as sheâs healed. With the way Morgan side eyes him every time he âhelpsâ her walk across a room by holding her waist, heâs not sure heâll last that long.Â
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