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Sleepwalking
How I imagine the lads men handle a partner that sleepwalks. requested by: anon & @nocturnaoasis
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calmly watches you as you move around the house
knows not to wake you up ; tries to guide you back to bed without waking you
cleans up your messes behind you ; taking socks into the bathroom? heâs putting them away ; you left the fridge door open? donât worry he's closing it ; opening the windows? heâs already on it
you tried to use a knife for something one time while you were asleep so now Zayne locks up any sharp utensils before bed
tells you in detail exactly what you did while you were sleepwalking
makes you whatever it was that you were trying to make while asleep âhow did you know I wanted sliced fruit this morning?â âYou took out all the fruit last night and stood in the kitchen saying âknives I need knivesâ for ten minutesâ
teases you sometimes ; he finds your antics cute
will hold anything you hand him
forbids you from eating foods that will trigger your sleepwalking close to bedtime ; you do it out of spite
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the first thing he does is wake you up ; rookie mistake
wonât let you live down the fact that you made the funniest face when you were confused
baby proofs the house âwhy are all the outlets covered?!â âyou canât be trustedâ
screamed bloody murder when he woke up one night and you were standing over him
you got outside once and he about had a heart attack
tries singing to you so you follow his voice ; it worked now this is how he gets you back in bed every time he catches you sleepwalking
asks if youâre awake and wholeheartedly believes you when you say yea even though youâre 1000% not awake
doesnât mind when you indulge on foods that trigger your sleepwalking ; he knows heâll keep you safe
if you ever say something unsettling he acts like it didnt scare him ; heâs scared af
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wakes up when he feels you getting out of bed ; groggily follows you around at a distance to make sure you donât hurt yourself
gently takes objects out of your hands
tries to block your paths in attempts to guide you back to bed
responds to your rambling as if youâre actually having a conversation
tuck you into bed and stays up for a while watching you sleep
wraps his arms around you so he can feel you get up
would follow you down the road if you decided to go for a walk outside
keeps his distance so you can get your bearings I you start to wake up âHi starlight lets go to bedâ
tries to get you to not eat foods that will trigger your sleepwalking, but one look of those puppy dog eyes and heâs folding
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Sylus is probably the perfect man to sleepwalk with considering he sleeps during the day and you sleep at night.
advises you to not eat anything that will trigger it close to bed, but wonât stop you if youâre really craving it
he would already be up and about when he sees you walking to the bathroom with socks in hand ; he would use his evol to catch the socks when you try to drop them in the toilet
Meticulously guides you away from anything that you might walk into
knows better than to try and wake you up
finds your sleepwalking kind of amusing except when you stand over him and stare with dead eyes
first instinct is to guide you back to bed and heâd use his evol to do this and the second you become difficult heâd keep a close eye on you; has Mephisto follow you as well
Sylus has to hold the twins back from waking you up âSheâs gonna get hurt!â âSheâs fineâ âWhat if she goes over the balcony?!â âSheâs fineâ
will always protect you and get you back in bed with no harm
from time to time will indulge in your sleep conversations âI only have five leftâ âbut I need six sweetieâ âI have five take it or leave itâ ; heâs trying so hard not to die of laughter
the twins once left the kitchen a mess and tried to blame it on your sleepwalking ; he wasn't happy
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records the whole thing ; shows you the videos and teases you âlook even in your sleep you try to reach the top shelfâ âdelete itâ âluckily for you I caught every dish in timeâ âshut upâ
compiles the videos together and even has favorites
it was all fun and games until you got outside one night and he about lost his damn mind
baby proofs the house every night ; locks up sharp utensils ; deadbolt on the front door
holds you tight every night so he can feel you get up
cleans up behind you when/if you take anything out
shifts furniture slightly if you run into it so your mental map doesnât get you hurt ; uses his hands or body as a barrier to keep you from running into walls or hitting your head on anything
has considered waking you up, but will never do it
sometimes responds to your sleep rambling âPears are better than applesâ âI like apples betterâ ââŠâŠNO!â
forbids you from eating anything that triggers your sleepwalking close to bedtime ; you still eat it anyway
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Could you please do something where reader is like super introverted but comfortable around billie (cuz they're dating đ) and one day reader is just yapping so much like ranting, but then she realizes she's talking a lot and gets embarrassed and starts to apologize a bunch but billie finds it absolutely adorable when she gets passionate about things since its not too often she does it?
an: thanks for the requestttt babyyyyy:) i hope i like ittttđ§Ąđ§Ąđ§Ą
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It wasnât often that you talked this much.
Billie knew that.
She knew you were quiet, introvertedâthe kind of person who preferred listening over speaking, who felt more at home in the background rather than the spotlight. She never minded. If anything, she loved it, loved the way you opened up just enough for her, how you never felt the need to fill the silence when you were together.
But sometimes⊠sometimes when you two were alone, you got carried away.
Like right now.
You werenât even sure what had started it. One moment, you and Billie were curled up on the couch, her fingers lazily tracing patterns against your thigh, the two of you basking in that warm, easy silence you always fell into. And thenâyou started talking.
It was something small at first. Maybe a comment about a show you had been watching, something that had been bothering you about a certain character.
âI just donât get it,â you huffed, shifting against the cushions as Billie let out a small hum of acknowledgment. âLikeâwhy would they build up this whole storyline just to throw it away? Do they not understand how character arcs work?â
Billie smirked, eyes flicking up from where her head rested against your shoulder. âOh no,â she teased. âHere we go.â
You shot her a playful glare, but that only encouraged her grin.
âIâm serious, Billie!â You sat up a little straighter, suddenly feeling the need to gesture as you spoke. âThey spent three seasons setting this up! And then what? They justâthrow it away like itâs nothing?â You scoffed, hands flying in frustration. âWhat was even the point? Itâs lazy writing, thatâs what it is. They had so much potential, and they ruined it!â
Billie watched you with an amused glint in her eyes, her lips twitching like she was holding back a smile.
âI mean, tell me Iâm wrong,â you pressed, turning to her expectantly. âYou know it was bad. Like, objectively bad.â
Billie finally let out a soft laugh, shaking her head. âOh, babe, Iâm not about to argue with you. Youâre on a roll right now.â
That only fueled you more.
âExactly! And itâs not even just this showâwriters always do this! Itâs like they donât trust the audience to appreciate a slow-burn arc anymore.â You sighed dramatically, running a hand through your hair. âLike, God forbid they actually develop their characters instead of just rushing to wrap things up in the most unsatisfying way possible.â
Billie let out another hum, her fingers absentmindedly tracing circles against your knee. âMm, sounds like someone should just write their own show.â
You paused, considering. âHonestly? I could do a better job than half these people.â
Billie snorted. âNo doubt.â
âIâm serious!â You shifted to face her more fully, your expression animated. âIf I ever wrote a show, Iâd actually respect my characters. I wouldnât just throw out their development for shock value.â
Billieâs grin widened. âOh, I believe you, baby.â
You went on, too caught up in your thoughts to notice the way she was looking at you.
âAnd another thing,â you continued, âitâs like they donât even watch their own show. How do you write for characters you clearly donât understand? How do you spend years creating something just to betray the entire foundation of what made it good?â
Billie bit her lip, watching as your hands gestured wildly, your eyes practically glowing with passion.
You barely stopped to breathe, completely wrapped up in your rant. âAnd donât even get me started on how they completely sidelined the best character. Like, hello? They deserved way more screentimeââ
Then, suddenly, mid-sentenceâ
You froze.
Your face went hot, your stomach flipping as you realized just how much you had been saying.
âOh my god,â you breathed, your hands immediately retreating to your lap. âIâm so sorry, I didnât mean toââ
You turned to Billie, half-expecting her to look overwhelmed, or maybe even a little annoyed.
Insteadâ
She was staring at you.
Like, full-on staring.
Her blue eyes were impossibly soft, lips slightly parted, and if you werenât mistakenâher cheeks were a little pink.
She looked completely entranced.
âBillie?â You blinked, suddenly very aware of how quiet the room had gotten. You shifted under her gaze, ducking your head as embarrassment settled in your chest. âI was totally rambling, IâI didnât even let you say anything. Iâll stop now.â
But then Billie melted.
Like, literally melted.
She let out the softest little sigh, her entire body going warm against you as she reached forward, cupping your face with both hands. Her thumbs brushed over your cheeks, her expression so stupidly in love that you felt even more flustered.
âAre you kidding?â she whispered, her voice dipping into something soft, something almost dazed.
You swallowed, blinking rapidly. âW-What?â
Billieâs smile was slow, her lips curling at the edges like she couldnât contain it.
âThat was adorable.â
Your stomach flipped.
Your lips parted, but before you could even think of what to say, she was already leaning in, pressing the softest, most lingering kiss to your forehead.
âBaby,â she murmured, her nose brushing against your skin as she pulled back just enough to meet your eyes. âYou never talk that much, and I swear I have actual heart eyes watching you right now.â
You made a noise in protest, your face burning. âBillieââ
âNo, seriously,â she insisted, grinning now, her fingers sliding down to gently cradle your jaw. âYou were so passionate, I could feel how much you cared, andâugh, youâre just so cute.â
You groaned, burying your face in your hands. âStop.â
Billie giggledâan actual, breathless little giggle.
She pried your hands away from your face with ease, tugging them into her lap before lacing your fingers together.
âWhy are you embarrassed?â she teased, tilting her head. âI loved it. Love when you talk like that.â
You chewed on your lip, still trying to process the ridiculous amount of fondness in her eyes. ââŠYou do?â
Billie sighed dramatically, squeezing your hands. âBaby. I love everything about you.â
You exhaled slowly, the warmth in your chest growing until it was almost unbearable.
Billie beamed, looking entirely too pleased with herself. âNowâgo on.â
You blinked. âWhat?â
She grinned. âKeep talking. I wanna hear more.â
Your heart stuttered.
You hesitated, but the way she was looking at youâthe way she was practically soaking up your every wordâit made the nerves melt away just enough.
So you did.
You kept talking.
And Billie listened.
She held onto your every word like it mattered, like you mattered.
And maybe, just maybeâ
Youâd let yourself get carried away more often.
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CHO SANG-WOO (ìĄ°ìì°)
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ââ§ê° warnings ê± â§âË soft dom!sang-woo ۶ৠage gap ۶ৠs1 spoilers ۶ৠnsfw 18+ . . . headcanons ËâËâ Ë . Ęđđ. Ęâ. Ëââ§ê° note ê± â§ i was trying to be realistic soâŠ
PRE-GAME
Û« êŁà§ he takes you to meet his mother early onâthis is huge, considering sang-woo is a private person, and his mother is the only family he has. so if you meet her, it means he sees a future with you. she adores you, treating you like the daughter she never had.
Û« êŁà§ your parents simply love him. they canât believe their child is dating a graduate from seoul national university. it doesnât even matter that heâs a few years older than youâthey brag about him constantly. âheâs a genius,â they tell their friends. âsuccessful, hardworking. polite, too.â
Û« êŁà§ if you donât like him smoking, he promises to cut back. never smokes in your presence, doesnât lets the scent cling to his clothes when he comes home to you. heâs careful about it, rinsing his mouth before kissing you. if you catch him sneaking a cigarette on a particularly bad day, he sighs and stubs it out before you even have to say anything.
Û« êŁà§ sang-woo thrives on intellectual conversations, especially enjoys debating with you, because he finds your mind fascinating.
Û« êŁà§ heâs a perfectionist in every aspect of his life, including your relationship. sang-woo holds himself to an impossibly high standard, and sometimes, that extends to youâhe doesnât mean to be critical, but he has expectations, and when they arenât met, he gets frustrated. he learns, over time, to be gentler with you, to let go of the idea that everything needs to be perfect.
Û« êŁà§ chronic insomniac. but if youâre beside him, if your hand is resting on his chest or your leg is tangled with his, he sleeps a little easier. on nights when sleep wonât come, he watches you instead.
Û« êŁà§ occasionally gifts you with expensive jewellery, but nothing gaudy. real gold and diamondsâelegant in their simplicity. he prefers to see you in things with longevity that wonât lose their value. doubles as an investment piece, not just accessories.
Û« êŁà§ no matter how busy he is, sang-woo never forgets important dates. your birthday, your anniversary, even the day you first met. he never brings it up in advance, but he always has something special planned.
Û« êŁà§ heâs disciplined, wakes up at the same time every day, drinks his coffee black, works for hours without rest. but for you, he bendsâjust a little. if you want to sleep in, he lets you, only sighing fondly when you roll over and wrap your arms around him, pressing your face into his back. âfive more minutes,â you moan, and against his better judgment, he stays.
Û« êŁà§ not outwardly possessive, but he is a bit controlling. he wonât tell straight up dictact who you can and canât see, but he will casually criticise them if he thinks theyâre a bad influence. he wonât demand your location either, but will insist that you check in with him, just so he âknows youâre safe.â
Û« êŁà§ heâs very reliable (until he isnât) at first, heâs the perfect lover. calls when he says he will, never forgets your birthday or anniversary, handles things efficiently. but as his debts mounts and pressure builds, thereâs a certain tightness in his jaw when money is mentioned. he wonât talk about it. he wonât let you in.
POST-DEBT
Û« êŁà§ not emotionally available, prefers to keep things bottled up. when sang-woo is stressed, he withdraws into himself.
Û« êŁà§ heâs haunted; the investment failure eats him alive. gradually becomes distant, distracted, and hates when you ask questions about his finances. sang-woo liesâfirst to you, then to himselfâbecause the truth is unbearable.
Û« êŁà§ heâs frustrated at himself, but it manifests in other waysâhe snaps over small things, withdraws from conversations, goes through more cigarettes per day.
Û« êŁà§ still tries to take care of you. he wonât let you pay for things, even if he canât afford them. heâll miss meals before letting you notice that money is tight. his pride is too big to let you see how bad things have gotten.
Û« êŁà§ he hates that you donât leave; he wants to tell you to go. you should be with someone who isnât drowning in debt and in constant fear of the police. but he canât bring himself to say it. instead, he avoids you, keeps you at armâs length.
Û« êŁà§ if you ever found out about his debt, the man would break downânobody is supposed to know. not his mother, especially not you. if you find out and donât leave? heâll be both relieved and devastated, because you should leave. and yet you donât.
Û« êŁà§ he debates leaving you âfor your own good.â he genuinely thinks youâd be better off without him. if you catch onto his self-destructive tendencies and reassure him that you want to be here, he just stares at you like he doesnât understand why.
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Û« êŁà§ not the type to outright deny you, but when heâs teasing, itâs in an excruciatingly nonchalant manner. heâs busy, he says, without even looking up from his laptop. too much work, too little timeâyadda yadda. he makes you wait, makes you impatient, until he finally shuts his laptop and pins you to the mattress as if he hadnât been ignoring you for the past hour.
Û« êŁà§ doesnât experiment much, because he knows what works and doesnât see a reason to change it. but if you want to try something, he wonât shut it down, either. heâll simply raise an eyebrow, consider it for a second, and say, âif thatâs what you want.â
Û« êŁà§ doesnât talk much in bed, but because he doesnât see the point. heâs focused, too busy paying attention to you to bother with unnecessary words. at most, youâll get quiet groans, maybe a low, approving hum if youâre particularly responsive.
Û« êŁà§ mostly vanilla sex. no elaborate kinks, except for the occasional bondage using ties (but itâs more for effect). he likes routine, and that applies to the bedroom too. sang-woo knows exactly what heâs doing and exactly how to get the reaction he wants out of you.
Û« êŁà§ when heâs stressed though, he gets rough; burying his face in your neck as he fucks you like heâs trying to forget everything else.. not intentional, just a byproduct of the pressure heâs under. afterward, when he realises how rough he was, heâs gentle againâhands smoothing over your skin, lips pressing on your temple as an apology.
Û« êŁà§ heâs a soft dom!!!! and youâre his pillow princess, whether you intended to be or not. he prefers to the one doing the work.
SQUID GAME
Û« êŁà§ heâs shocked to see you there. horrified, even. sang-woo was ready to do what it takes to win, but you werenât supposed to be here.
Û« êŁà§ will not let you slow him down. sounds cruel, but sang-woo is in survival mode. he will help you, but only as long as it doesnât jeopardise him.
Û« êŁà§ if it comes down to a split-second decisionâyou or himâsang-woo doesnât want to think about what heâll choose.
Û« êŁà§ tells himself he doesnât afford to love you under the deadly circumstances. but when he closes his eyes, all he sees is you.
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Trust in me
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What have you done?
Lower, lower, and stop in front of the playtime care, walking beside Harley in silence when you both walk by the toys, they cower or hiss. Kneeling down to their level to get a better look at the children, you hold one of the smaller critters. That was when Catnap came to view, he leaned in with a head tilt, you rubbed a hand over his head with careful poise, leaning into your hand the giant toy breathed out, Red...smoke...
"Enough." Harley orders and you both split apart, so the follow continues, "Who is that?"
"Theodore." It was quiet but he was prideful and held no remorse while you stared at each toy with a sad gaze, it was beside you. Any other time you held a gaze of firm animosity for every scientist who mistreated the toys. Scolding, yelling, even demonstrating the pain the toys experienced. But this is beyond you, Mommy and Huggy were easy access to your kind words and gentle touch. But these toys, these children, are out of reach.
Out of your hands, "Earth to my dear partner."
"Oh, sorry I was just spacing out."
"You seem to be doing that often." You both go silent knowing that this would wedge a rift if no one spoke, so you get ready to plead, but he cuts you off. "Listen, just because you cater to that bleeding heart of yours doesn't mean it'll save you from this moral veil you hide behind. You aren't the only one who had their moral compass challenged, and you will not be the last. I'm doing this because these orphans deserve better, I'm giving them better. Elliot didn't understand but you will soon enough."
He walks further ahead while your unshed tears begin to slide down your face, "......"
The walk was quieter than ever, the fight, flight, freeze or fawn triggers were rising in the head. All you can think of was, "Stop wallowing" or "Huggy is being patient for you." He was, wasn't he?
What have you done?
You first met Huggy, it was frightening, what happened to this toy? "What did you do?"
"We were training him; he's shown signs of complete obedience and respect.."
"Are you daft!? Damn it, he's practically seething!" You open the cell, bringing in a basket filled with fruits. "What are you doing!?"
Eddie tried to open the cell, but you continued your job, placing the basket down, holding Huggy's paw and then feeding the bigger toy. "You, okay?" He was quiet...
Unblinking, unmoving, he ate the apple, then the fruits after, and afterwards the giant toy was showing you his scars, so you wrap a bandage around them. "....."
It was irritating, to see these toys, above, below...
How much lower does this go?
That memory was so far behind, Eddie was furious, and you simply didn't care. Now that you know the truth, how dare he show signs of fury!? You're no better, the sinking feeling and the idea to manipulate Harley to be gentler. How stupid.
"Ya know, Elliot has a daughter. Poppy....she's further up, you and Poppy didn't meet yet, but I don't plan to let you both meet." Sawyer's words cut deep, he knew you well enough to know that if Poppy had any chance to whisper any form of the truth, you'd lose your mind.
What have you done?
That suspicion reaching your eyes, it made Harley shudder with excitement, he adores the reactions. The nights spent together, the breakfasts, or times you'd visit his place just to cook him some food or sometimes give him a loving break.
Spoiled is what he is, and he didn't even realize how badly this was hurting you and him both.
When you both went back up, the critters crawled up and you knelt down, hugging one of them. It was then Harley realized something, he noticed your gentle demeanor, somber smile, the way you cradled this critter...
"You're pregnant."
You try to avoid giving an obvious reaction, but the way his hands held your face, his fingers move to the back of your ears. He was searching for a pulse; you blink then chuckle out weakly. "Of course not, silly! I just really wanted to adopt Quinn, He's very sweet. Precious too."
He hums in thought, "Stella told me."
That made it skip two beats, and he was back to his calm apathetic demeanor. "So, when did you plan to tell me?"
"I...I don't know." You turn ahead as if that would even matter.
"You should have told me."
"Why?" Harley sighs as if he was tired of hearing you question his nuance, he suddenly snaps.
"Because it makes you more sentimental, your bleeding heart is already interrupting my handwork, because that simply means you're having our child, and it most of all means you are being a threat to yourself and this unborn life." You wince at each word, ignoring the rising tears that you blink away.
"I wouldn't have to put myself at risk if you weren't actively lying and manipulating me. But who am I kidding, I'm no better, those toys, those children. They were looking up to us, to Elliot. I'm not perfect but my worst mistake was letting you into my heart." The train stops, and you both go your separate ways.
WHAT HAVE YOU DONE?
TW//bleeding, miscarriage, adoption plans, signs of depression (If you or a loved one is experiencing anything like this, seek help or call a trusted adult/loved one/ take the chance to therapy)
You were so stupid, it's all your fault, yes, your fault.
The metal floors clank with fury while you march past Stella, Leith, more scientists, Stella notices your angry tears and she follows.
"Hey- Hey!" She holds your face, while you sniffle weakly. "....Did..."
The woman looks at your stomach, then you while those unshed tears fall once more. "Oh..." She hugs you close, "It's okay."
"No, it's not..."
When you reach the door, her door....
"Poppy."
You open the door.
WHAT HAVE YOU DONE?
Walking inside this playhouse, you see the doll. "Poppy."
She turns with her giant doll-like eyes, staring in fear of being hurt again, but you merely kneel down and hug her close. "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry."
Poppy didn't know what to say, are you a friend? Did Ollie....no.
You continue hugging her.
She told you everything, Elliot, Harley, Quinn, all these children...Ollie.
The stress was enough to create such a dark mindset, in the back of your mind you weren't any better.
Rich noticed the signs carefully placing a hand on your shoulder, "Hey, um...try not to let this place get to you."
"It's fine Rich, you don't have to comfort me. Especially with the privileges I have compared to you, yea." It was true but so what!? Rich knew that, yet he still cared, the idea was simply that you were grieving.
"Ya know, I loved that boy. Quinn, I cherished him as if he were my own. Then I stupidly...." You look at the cameras, letting more tears cascade down.
No amount of comfort could save you, even with how stressful things were getting.
Prototype acknowledged that the third time you visit him, "liFE gROwS wItHin....YOu, aRe not Happy?"
"No, I'm not..." His hand holds yours; a twisted form of comfort arises, he wasn't one of them and yet...his voice, Harley's voice.
You found comfort in them, ".....Catnap, in one of the files I read, he mentioned a further...down..."
"tHe pRIsOn..."
The prison, your eyes widen...No, no no..
WHAT HAVE YOU DONE?
Prototype knew what he was doing, surely you didn't.
Harley slams his fist down, "What have you done!?" He shouts, "What did you tell them!?"
Prototype chuckles darkly at Harley's anger, thriving off his agony even if it meant you were the one suffering. To Prototype you were indeed, no different than the rest, which is why you needed to find out the hard way.
You stare at this creature, files on the side, holding your stomach while Yarnaby breathes heavily through his cell. Unable to recognize you, Quinn, could not see the person who was so excited to take him in. Share the sweet life of home with Harley, what a stupid naive dream!
As you move further, you see Doey, and your mind races back to things you brushed off. "Experiment 1322 A and B.." Then to the accident, you were here long enough to acknowledge the dough incident. "Jack.." What of his parents?
Doey looks at you in confusion while you feel sweat beads going down your face, sensing your stress he begins to knock on the window, as if to warn the scientist. But no avail, suddenly you were on the ground, cradling your now shaking form.
Scientists only stopped when you were on the ground, the immediate thought was to call Stella.
You feel something...pain...contraption, Stella was beside you, once more hugging your feeble form. She breathes heavily, "How far- Hey. How far along was it!?"
"......T-Two months." Stelle sweats, while she anxiously orders for you to be taken to a lab.
Hours would pass, and she was on the floor weeping, sniffling with self-loathing. She had this chance to send you to the hospital, hell frame Harley or give up the evidence...but Lieth remains on her mind, his words. Their miracle working goal...
Now all she could remember was the blood curdling screams of anguish you let out; they filled the room. Her ears keep ringing as they start to turn into cries and then voices of another scientist trying to comfort you. Whispers upon rumors fill the prison and laboratory.
"Why would he do that?"
"What was even going on in their head?"
They blamed him, then you, then they'd call you ignorant or naive..
Privileged, Stella remembered when you tried so hard to protect that sweet bliss of hers. Keeping a smile, even sugarcoating Harley's words while she was a bit offended by his remarks. She remembered when you placed a yellow daisy in her vase, she enjoyed those a lot.
Her mind then went to Harley's when he placed that Tuberose, that Poppy flower, you tried so hard to protect her, and she failed you.
Harley had to cover this up, he sat beside the medical examination bed, while you say nothing. "I- didn't expect you to.."
"Be so naive?"
He sighs with regret of spilling out those words, "You didn't expect me to want to adopt Quinn?"
Harley merely covers his face while you list out more things that contradicted his work, for you to acknowledge your own flaws merely simply made it worse.
"I love you." Harley weakly responds, now holding your hand. "I should've just transferred or-"
"Fired me? Or baby trap me?" No not that that was cruel and just, uncalled for. It would be disgusting; he's seen cases like those. So, have you and for you to say that it made him want to cringe at the idea.
"I don't hate you Harley, I'm just disappointed in myself for falling for the facade I made up about you."
Harley stays silent when he realizes his perspective didn't match yours, his...you...
he failed; you were his failed experiment. He'd have to live with that forever.
When he left, Stella came in and hugged your hand to her head with sadness. You both were silent; it was a sad comfortable silence.
One week later and a Peony was resting in your vase, Stella's had a Yellow Carnation and Harley's had a butterfly weed.
Things were tense as they should be, Leith expected this but to find out the reason. He was disappointed rather than snarky about the incident, so he placed a white rose in the vase. You look at him while he walks away.
To him you were the one scientist he despised, not because of envy, or hatred, or disdain, but because he knew someone of your caliber and heart would get torn apart by Harley. Whether Harley wanted to or not, that was what made Leith, and you clash, he was usually bemused with your interaction with the toys.
He just wishes he could have stopped you in time.
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PRESQUE VU
⥠⟠yandere âboyfriendâ x gn reader
cw â itâs going to hurt.
âi donât blame you, babe.â his fingers are intrusive, but gentle, as he pries your mouth open. his thumb is calloused, and you can feel the rough skin pressing against the soft flesh of your bottom lip and pulling it down with a pinch. âhappens to the best of us,â he says, not unkindly. âand besides, iâm here to take care of you, yeah?â
you give him a sorry excuse of a nod, and he smiles at you over his glasses. âi love that, i ever tell you? when you show me you understand me?â he sighs. âi fucking love it.â
you can see your reflection in the glasses. faint, but unbearably noticeable for every last line of desperation. look at you, nodding again; going yesâyes, i understand you.
do you, really?
âsee? youâre so good to me.â beyond the image of yourself, you glimpse the twinkle of his approval (and consequently; your assured safetyâat least for now) in his eyes. he only wears his glasses in the early mornings and evenings, when he hasnât got his contacts in yet. and he wouldnât right now, considering the two of youâd just woken up. âsometimes, i almost think i donât deserve you.â
you think of something to say, almost immediately. think of the words so fast that you end up losing themâslipping somewhere just out of your reach.
ah, come onâ!
you know theyâre important. these words, they mean a lot. itâs imperative you recall them; if only so they can leave your lips.
âbut then i think,â dawnâs sun is gentle, blurry glow soft through the bathroom window; hitting him so nicely, and bathing the best and worst of him in gold. âwho better for me than you?â features youâve memorised down to the last detail, your inclination to observe and remember vacillating between an obedience rooted in fear and a strange, beautiful sense of duty owed to what could only be an even stranger sort of love. âand who better for you than me?â
please come back. what were you going to say? itâsâitâs right there, you know it is and you justâwhat was it, again?
you need to remember. these are very important words that must be saidâ!
âand no matter how many times i ask myself these two questions,â his other hand, just as rough and warm, squeezes the rolled up toothpaste onto the wet, bent bristles of his toothbrush. itâs a fresh white with specks of bright blue. âthe answer is always the exact same. and isnât that absolutely beautiful?â
he carefully cradles your face with one hand, the other holding the toothbrush by its hiltâor is it called a handle? a body? these autonomous concepts are far beyond your understanding. you perceive even the most mundane object in the only way you know how which is only the one way youâve been taught to live by.
(hurt.)
but thatâs not what you were looking for. no, youâre losing yourselfâgoing off track. you frown, dig deeper. itâs frustrating and you hate the feeling.
you were going to say somethingâyou had to be careful of what you said; speak up only if youâd thought what you were going to say through very carefullyâ
and here was something youâd thought to waste your few precious words on; only to forgetâ!
âdonât get lost in your head, lovely.â you blink. look up to find him watching you expectantly.
you realise with a sinking feeling that youâve been gone for longer than youâd managed to catch. you donât let that happen too often, nowadays. and for good reason. you immediately make a mental note beneath his curious gaze not to let it happen again.
âthere you are. hi, darling. i really hate when you leave me like that.â
youâve learnt to be attentive and observant, attuned to his every desireâand truthfully, as he often asks you when his mouth is sucking on the sensitive skin of your neck; are they really that different to yours?
so when you notice that his eyes are focused on your lips, instinctively, you part them with a shuddering breath; stand right on your tippy toes and slide your palms up, up, up his body and right over his shouldersâ
âoh,â youâre knocked off kilter when his chest, as warm and strong and unyielding as ever beneath your pliant hands, reverberates with unexpected low laughter. you take a step back, but you can see in the reflection of his glasses that he sees it as a stumble; the falter of shame at him having caught your hand in a metaphorical cookie jar. âoh, poor baby. i wasnâtââ
he straightens. catches his breath to wipe a tear from his eye. âoh, darling. you thought i was going to kiss you?â
you stammer, pathetically, hopelessly; only end up looking like even more of a fool when the uncertain edges of an excuse in the back of your mind fail to solidify into something sharper; something that would cut and sink and stay under his skin.
itâs not your fault. reallyâ! youâre just trying to remember those words youâd lost a second agoâwhere did they go?
he watches with great, quiet amusement as the words continue to evade you, despite your best efforts. eventually, your jaw falls slack and the cat really has got your tongue and even though you know the cat is right around the corner you canâtâcanât quite reach it to get the words backâwhen they were only just here one secondâ
âhey. thatâs alright.â he squeezes your cheeks together with one hand, and you forgo any last, sad attempt at trying to talk. âi know, baby. i got you. i get it. you understand me, and i understand you. thatâs how this works. you donât have to explain yourself.â
the words in your head are getting closer. clearer. you can feel it; are acutely aware of the fact that youâre on the brink of a breakthrough. monumental for yourself, to know what to say for today, but worth very little to him.
âiâm sorry for laughing. youâre just so cute. i promise iâll give you a kiss after, okay? iâll give you all of the kisses you want, darling.â you nod again, more desperate this time. you want him to think back on this morning and remember his glowing success at solidifying your obedience rather than your own spectacular failure at defying him. his grip loosens, hands slide down to your chinâa finger tapping against your jaw with expectation. âbut only if you can go back to showing me youâre listening. makes sense?â
itâs very important that you show him youâre listening. very important not to lose yourself in your own head.
âalright, darling. be patient, okay? this is going to sting for a bit. might hurt you a little. so hold onto me if you need, but do not,â he smiles softly, âeven think about pulling away. alright?â
the last time youâd lost yourself in your head had also been the first.
you remember, still, looking up at him through your lashes the same way you are now. though, then, youâd been crying. you could afford to do that, beforeâwave the markers of resistance around like a white flag. it should have been easy; youâd surrender physicallyâbut you wouldnât really be there mentally. thought that would make the violating ordeal easier to bear.
heâd caught on, of course. the minute your eyes glazed over and your jaw went slack. he hadnât even pushed his fingers (still slick from your arousal) past your lipsâhe rolled his eyes. muttered something to himself and got up, instead. you chose not to come back just yet; fearing heâd just return any second now and try again.
from somewhere far away, youâd heard the whistle of the kettle; both at once a shrill scream and yet as silent as a whisper, over the sound of his restless pacing in the kitchen, and then the strangely quiet steps down the hall again.
âyou want to zone out when iâm speaking to you, baby?â heâd cooed. pulled out your tongue, pinched between his thumb and forefingerâwarm skin unbearably uncomfortable against the wet, squirming muscle that he yanked further out of your mouth. you were there, now, physically and mentallyâbecause youâd seen the kettle in his hands.
âdarling, if you think iâm going to just let you check out on me,â he flippantly spoke over your screaming and thrashing, his knee on your chest was painfully digging into your ribs. your body was shaking violently. his hands were as steady as his gaze. eyes trained on your mouth, just like now. âthen you donât know me at all, and thatâs very disappointing. so i thought,â he said casually, lips curling into something sweet. âmaybe i should show you exactly what sort of man i am. just so you know not to ignore me, again. just so you remember to pay attention.â
and when you screamed again, heâd silently tipped the spout of the kettle over, fingers loosely wrapped around the hiltâand down, down, down had the boiling water gone; spilling straight into your mouth and right onto your poor little tongue.
so today, on this slow morning where the sun hasnât even risen yet and the stars are still out in the sky, you listen very closely to what he says.
he lines the toothbrush up against your teeth. âopen your mouth for me, baby. a little wider.â
you obey.
âthatâs perfect, love. come just a little closer, will you? tilt your head up.â he kisses your nose. âgood job, baby. now stay still.â
heâs looking down at you through his glasses with a quiet intensity, focused entirely on the task at hand. he still looks golden in the light of the rising sun.
the warm hand holding your jaw in place is soft and his movements are careful as he moves the bristles of the brush over your every tooth with a gentle affection.
he is cleaning you, helping you heal when he takes the utmost care not to let the brush he wields touch your tongue for even the barest moment; the muscle is lying uselessly limp, slack and scarred in the cavern of your mouthâheavier now from the burden of an unspoken confession.
because the words that had been just out of reach have come back to you as quick as theyâd first disappeared. in a second, you almost stumble beneath the weight of them; the burden of needing to blurt out what youâve worked so very hard to get back; something you need to say because you looked for it and found it and you need to tell him. you need to speak. let it outâ
say itâ!
but you canât.
so because you canât quite speak again just yet, even though he does his best not to make it hurt for you any more, you look up and smile at him; sweet, eager, and bright.
his lips curl. you glimpse the approval in his gaze. let yourself feel safe, again, in his hold as he presses another kiss to your nose. âi got you, baby. donât even need to use your words for me to understand you. i know you already. like i said, nobody better, yeah?â
you canât tell whether heâs referring to you or himself, so you stay very still as he continues brushing your front teeth, positioning your head at different angles as he makes sure to get every tooth. spends extra time on your canines, you notice.
âweâre going to have such a beautiful day, darling. i think iâm going to love you very kindly today. want to show you that i can be nice, baby. howâs that sound, hm?â
and even though you can see in the reflection of his glasses that despite his careful efforts, your gums are bleeding from the bent bristles of the toothbrush, the blood having mixed with the toothpaste, now staining your teeth a soft, foamy pink; because you wonât quite be able to say it just nowâ
itâs all you can do to split your lips into a grin and hope he understands.
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His Perfect Doll
pairing : toji fushiguro / fem reader
rating + word count : explicit + 2.7K
tags : free use, daddy kink (?), one mention of breeding, slight choking, slight body worship, slight bimbofication (?), i suck at tagging.
got bored and was like hey, lets write. ask box is open for requests. enjoy <3
the relationship you had with toji wasn't that different than any other relationship. just like any woman, you cooked and cleaned for your man, you folded his laundry and even ironed them⊠there was the small, rather noticeable, fact that you just happened to do all of these things naked. toji didnât buy you clothes. instead he bought you fishnet bodysuits, maid aprons and thongs, knee high stockings and mary janes. anything that left very little to the imagination, anything that could give him quick access to your body. you didn't mind this, you were living the life! anything you wanted, toji would buy you. all you had to do was present yourself to him whenever he felt like fucking.
sometimes it wasnât fucking. it was toji tying you up on the couch and having a toy thrusting in you while he played his little game system next to you, letting whoever he was playing with hear you moaning loudly in the background. other times it could be toji coming home from work and just wanting to bury his dick in something warm. you on his lap, reverse cowgirl style, dick inside you while he scrolls through his phone and slaps your ass anytime you try to move. you were nothing but a living breathing sex doll and you preferred it no other way.
you were making cookies, something sweet for your sweetie, when he walked in the house. you didn't speak, just turned to smile at him and wait to see if he needed you to do anything for him. toji looked at you with a grin, placing his gun on the counter before taking off his shirt, scarred abs on full display. you could have melted at the sight of his body, your cunt starting to clamp down on nothing as you got further excited to see just what toji was in the mood for today.
there was a mischievous glint in his eyes as he walked towards you slowly. you wanted to squirm, walk towards him, anything to get your hands on him quicker. but you didnât. you knew better than that. you were tojis perfect doll and you aimed to please him. once he got close to you, he pulled the apron you were wearing off. exposing you wearing nothing but black stockings, a thong and your favorite pair of heels. he only whispered two words to you, his lips so close to your face, your eyes staring deeply into his with yearning. âbedroom. now.â and you automatically turned around to begin walking in that direction, no thoughts in your head other than the ones about how you were ready to be a good human fleshlight for toji.
before you could even take a seat on the bed, toji was grabbing your tits from behind, making a small gasp come from you. involuntarily, your hips bucked forward and a moan slipped out as he rolled and pulled at your nipples. god, he always knew how to make you feel so nice. you could feel how hard he was, he wasn't even trying to hide the fact he was grinding against your ass. âi've been thinking about playing with you all day. been thinking âbout how good you look bouncing on my dick, how filthy the sounds you make are, how wet you get when i touch you.â a shudder ran down your spine, toji had such a way with making dirty things sound like romance.
he let go of your tits, pushing you down to lay across the bed. you could feel his finger slip under your thong, not bothering to even pull it off but settling for placing it off to the side. his hand felt so big as he gripped your ass, massaging it with a few slaps here and there that made you bite down on your lip to hold back any noises. toys don't make noises. you knew toji liked it when you sounded like a whining, sex driven, bimbo whose only purpose was to cum for him but you liked to have him earn those babbled sentences from you. it was the one little act of control he allowed you.
âgod, i love the way your ass moves. im gunna fuck you until your body gives out, gunna have you nothing but a cum covered mess.â you could hear the smirk he wore, you could feel the thick hot dick that was rubbing against your ass, trails of precum being left in its path. âget on your knees and hold it open for me. let's see how wet you are, i bet youâre already leaking for me. such a good fucking girl.â and with a slap on your ass, you were on your knees, chest and face pressed against the mattress with your pussy on full display for him. your hands behind you doing exactly what he said to do. you groaned at the pressure, arching your back even more - desperate to be filled.
he hummed, inserting a finger inside of you. if you werenât used to how ready your body always was for him, you would have a cringed at the wet sound it made, a few drops landing on the bed. toji always made you feel needy, your mind numb from arousal and thoughts only focusing on looking like a brainless cumslut for him. you wanted to please, you wanted to be good for him.
his finger curled inside of you, hitting the spot that made you let out a highpitched moan, your body slowly moving to fuck yourself on his finger. he laughed at the sight, pushing in two more fingers and starting to thrust and curl inside of you. you bit your lip, eyes rolling in the back of your hand as you started bouncing back on his fingers. âyouâre fucking needy. theyâre only my fingers, baby. ah, what can i expect from a fucking sex doll, huh? anything to get off right?â toji reached under you, pulling hard at your nipple.
god, your mind was fogged. desperate sounds of want coming out of your mouth, his name being repeated like a broken record. âyes daddy, more please. wanna feel you, wanna be full of your cum. please, pleas-â he took his fingers out of you, slapping your ass before yanking you up by your hair and pulling you back to his chest. there was a smirk on his scarred lips as he shoved his fingers in your mouth, letting you taste yourself, you sucked on them desperately. staring up at him from under your eyelashes, you couldnât help but feel so pleased you got to be fucked so good by him. nothing but a doll, nothing but the warmest hole for him to cum in.
toji grabbed your tit, leaning down to suck on the hardened nipple. his teeth grazing it as he teased a bite. your hand went down your stomach, trying to sneakily slip your fingers between yourself. he laughed at that, this time actually biting your nipple in warning. you moaned, hand leaving your stomach and going to grab at his hair. toji pulled back, taking his fingers out of your mouth and pushing you back down on the bed. âroll over. feet on the headboard.â and you listened, lifting your legs slowly over your head until they were touching the headboard, hands reaching down to spread your pussy open for him. he looked so fucking good, staring down at you with dark eyes, dick on full display - hard as he rubbed a hand over it before tapping it against your wetness, rubbing it over your clit over and over and ov-
âplease fuck me. please make a mess of it, i want to cum on it while youâre inside. come on toji, stop teasing.â it was so evident he wanted to laugh but instead pulled back completely. leaving you whining and turning your hand over on the pillow. toji tilted his head, looking at you. âlast i checked, toys don't talk. stop using your fucking mouth for talking. youâre prettier when youâre moaning and taking my dick.â were you feeling testy today? probably. toji hadnât used you before he went to work like he usually did. it had been at least 30 hours since you had felt him inside of you. so you bit back, âplease, please. just put it in.â you could see the change in his eyes as his hand shot up and wrapped around your throat.
âdidnât i say shut the fuck up?â he was so close to your face, hand so tight around your throat that your head was getting light. you felt scared, he liked it when you were scared. you gasped, trying to breathe as he leaned down to bite at your lip. he pushed back, letting you go as you gasped for air. was it bad that you were more wet now than ever? no, not at all. âyou wanna be fucked so bad youâd disobey me?â his eyebrow was raised, a hand going up to run through his hair. was this a rhetorical question? did you have to say anything back?
you didnât have too. because then he was ramming himself into you and then you were shouting at the force, tears coming into your eyes as he hit your cervix. âfuck,â his voice was breathy, deep, and from his chest as he continued to pound relentlessly into you. your eyes were glued to the bulge that appeared in your stomach with each thrust and his eyes were stuck staring at your face. âis this what you wanted?â he asked, leaning over you so that you were face to face. âwanted me to fuck you like the whore you are? look at you, youâre almost fucked out already.â his finger came up to wipe the drool that was on the corner of you mouth. you hadnât even realized you were drooling, his dick just felt so fucking good. it was hitting every spot your fingers could never reach, your stomach felt full and your mouth seemed like it couldn't close as you stared at him stuck in pleasure as whine after whine came out of you.
he stared deep into your eyes, making the prettiest sentences out of the nastiest words as he thrusted into you: gonna make you eat the cum out of yourself, look at how your tits bounce when i fuck into you, fucking you so good youâre drooling on yourself. your lower stomach tightened, your legs starting to shake as you felt your orgasm begin to hit you. toji felt so good, so good, so good as he grinded down into you, his hand beginning to rub at your clit. âyou gonna cum for me, baby? cum on daddys dick, come on come on.â he encouraged, a mischievous glint in his eyes as he pushed you closer and closer to the edge and right when you got there, toji pulled completely back. he just pulled out of you and stopped massaging your clit but the noises you let out as your orgasm was ruined made it sound as if you were grieving. you felt yourself want to sob, hips twisting and head turning while toji laughed above you.
âyou didnât think it would be that easy, did you?â you whined as he spoke, running your hands down your body as your hips grinded against nothing. toji grabbed your leg, turning you on your side and throwing your leg up over his shoulder. you looked up at him, his eyes were taking in every curve in your body, you poked out your ass a little, bringing your leg down and wiggled enough to be a tease. toji liked the shows you put on for him and you liked that you could make him turned on. he stroked his dick as he watched you grind down on nothing. âyouâre such a fucking slut. you canât even wait a few more seconds, fucking the air are we?â he slapped your ass, spreading you open so he could position himself while you impatiently pushed down towards him.
toji groaned as he eased slowly back in, grabbing the back of your knee and pushing your leg down on you as he started thrusting in you. for a second you thought you felt his dick pulsing inside of you and felt a warm sensation in your stomach again. the noises you were making must have been turning him on by the second, you sounded so helpless. so pathetic and needy, like if he stopped he was going to kill you. âyou take it so well, such a good fucking hole for me. god, you look so filthy. whining and moaning, me fucking you senseless. you can't even make a sentence, beautiful. pathetic.â oh you loved him. you loved him, you never wanted this to stop - the pleasure, the pain, the way his nails digged into you.
you wanted to be as sultry and nasty for him as possible, grabbing your tits in your hands and beginning to suck on your nipple as you stared up at him. his hips stuttered, rhythm messing up and mouth going slack. âjust like that baby, fuck.â his rhythm went back to normal, but his eyes were low and his grip was tight and he was rolling his hips and his words werent making sense and, âfuck youâre so tight, so fucking wet for daddy. my fucking hole, my bitch in heat,â your jaw went slack as he started massaging your clit, moans falling out your mouth as your massage at your tits, pinching and pulling at them as they bounced in your hands with each hard thrust. he was all but drilling into you, the headboard slamming against the wall - you kind of felt bad for your neighbors. its like his pace was getting more and more erratic, your stomach tightening and heating up once again. âi'm gonna cum, i'm gonna cum. daddy! please please, your dick feels so good. ah, im so wet for you fuck fuck fuck.â you were in such a state of pleasure, you fucking forgot you werent supposed to talk. toji didn't seem to mind, he was groaning and squeezing you hard enough to leave bruises.
the sounds of skin slapping skin, the headboard banging loudly, the squelching of each thrust and you all but screaming with pleasure was enough to send you overboard. your body tightening up as you squirted all over his stomach and screamed his name. toji kept massaging at your clit, helping you through your orgasm. âgood job, baby. you left a mess all over daddy, fucking beautiful. i love when you cum for me, fuck.â your head was so light, the pleasure turning to overstimulation as he kept playing with you. you were sensitive, your mind telling you to stop but your body still grinding against his hand. you wanted it all, you wanted everything he could give you. desperate.
you knew he was close from how his moans got louder, how his thrusts became more and more forceful. ââm gonna fill you full of my cum, breed you like the good little bitch you are. you feel so fucking good, such a desperate bitch. youre clamping down on me even after you came. you donât want daddy to stop, huh? want me to fuck every little thought out of that head of yours?â and then you could feel the hot cum filling you up, you stayed still whining as toji fucked into you like you were just a fleshlight, just a toy for him to use - and you were. his and his only. toji leaned down slowly, kissing you with so much love, rubbing his hands over your sides. âyou were such a good girl,â he said, pulling back to kiss over your neck, your shoulder, the top of your breast.
you knew toji loved you. he could have anyone and he wanted you. out there, you didn't know who he was but inside the apartment you shared he was a king. you would treat him as such. so when he pulled out and sat up right, saying clean me off. well, that's just what you did.
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Spending a day with Xavier (headcanon)
first post on tumblr, yippie!! i thought of a headcanon while making a xavier inspired bedroom in ts4 where i envisioned him and mc playing console games in bed together while cuddling and finally go to writing it. so here's some xavier fluff for you, enjoy!! (˶ᔠᔠá”˶)
Xavier
On the off chance that he wakes up before you, he would lie on his side, facing you. Heâd spend at least half an hour to an hour just admiring you, lightly stroking your cheek while playing with a few strands of your hair as the warmth of the morning rays shines into your shared bedroom. Sometimes, youâd wake up to those deep blue eyes staring at you. Heâd give you a soft smile as he leans in closer, kissing your forehead and whispering a "good morning" in his morning voice. If you didnât wake up, heâd spend so long admiring you that he would end up falling back asleep, only waking after you wake him. He would rub his eyes, still half-asleep, and pull you closer, trapping you in his embrace as he slowly drifted off once more. If you tried to put up a fight, heâd just hug you tighter, groaning and groggily shushing you. Either way, youâd end up falling asleep again because of how comfortable it was, and the two of you would sleep well past noon.
Once you had actually gotten out of bed, you'd spend most of the day lazing around at home. He would (attempt to) make pancakes for lunch, but they would all end up slightly burnt. You didnât mind, though, as his cooking had gotten a lot better, and you were used to the taste by now. Besides, you appreciated the thought and effort more than the taste. He'd sit across from you, cutting his portion of food into bite-sized pieces, feeding you bites of pancake and berries, urging you to eat more.
Not long after getting out of bed, you'd find yourself back in it after lunch, booting up the gaming console and TV in front of your bed. Xavier would sit up, leaning against the headboard, while you sat between his legs, resting your back against his chest, holding your controller as he wrapped his arms around you, his own controller in hand. Youâd spend most of the day cuddling in bed, playing a bunch of different games, and occasionally watching some videos before going back to playing both newer and older co-op games.
Once bored of playing games, Xavier would suggest taking a walk and going to the store together to buy some snacks and food. You would begrudgingly agree, simply because you were so comfortable in his arms. Heâd let out a laugh, bending down to kiss your forehead and pulling you closer to his chest. "Weâll put on a movie, eat our snacks, and continue once we get back home," heâd tell you. And so, off you went, hand in hand, on your way to the store as the sun slowly started setting.
After buying a bag full of snacks and food, you would walk back home and eat your dinner, the previously lit sky now painted blue and purple, the only light source being the moon and the stars. After eating, heâd do the dishes while you set up the living roomâlighting candles and grabbing a few plushies out of the closet filled with everything you had won at the arcade to decorate the sofa. Then came the fuzzy blanket, and then the snacks. Xavier would plop down on the sofa, patting the spot between his legs, and youâd plop down in between them, tangled up in each otherâs warmth once again, watching movies, eating snacks, and occasionally chit-chatting.
Typically, you would always fall asleep while cuddling with him on the sofa, and this time would be no exception. Youâd doze off while watching some romcom, and Xavier would gaze down at you with soft eyes before shutting off the TV, blowing out the candles, and carrying you bridal-style to the bedroom. Heâd gently lay you down on the bed before heading back to the living room to clean up. Then, he would silently trudge back to the bedroom, slipping in next to you and pulling you close before falling asleep to the moonlight seeping through the blinds, gently caressing the soft silhouette of you both.
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in the case of the people vs. bell's hells...
and also the campaign 3 finale overall. disclaimer: this is gonna get long bc of my propensity to yap so i'm gonna simultaneously try to keep it short but also put it under a "read more." spoilers will be referenced throughout.
i wouldn't call these rent-lowering gunshots, but i desperately need some of the folks in this fandom to get a grip. so instead i'm asking: walk with me. hold my hand. i am looking you in the eyes and want this fandom to be a nice place. please forgive me for any attitude but i am tired of being talked down to.
"they never faced any consequences" consequences are the result bad dice rolls. of which they had plenty. if you think their narrative choices should have resulted in more punishment, say that. but i think you missed the part where they have targets on their back from several factions and now-mortal deities and you need to kill the cop in your head.
"it was too confusing and the pacing was bad" i don't even disagree with this takeaway. i will say this was actually the easiest campaign for me to follow. m9 is so fun, but was very narratively scattered at times. however, i think this is just the nature of ttrpg/actual play. it's not scripted. it's messy and sometimes you'll zone out about it. sometimes what the players want isn't what grabs you personally. it doesn't mean they're wrong or bad to play it that way.
"i fell off c3 and everything i've heard about the finale is stupid" fall off, then. totally fine, i'm not here to stop you, sincerely. and not to hurl cliches, but with tabletop it really is more about the journey than the destination. without context, you are missing too many pieces to pass judgement. that's all i'm gonna say on that.
"the other PCs were just so much better" i gotta say this one seems like a skill issue lol. there's not a single party i haven't loved with my whole heart, but they satisfy different purposes or dynamics! vm was destined for greatness. m9 was destined to pull important strings. bh was destined to shake up the order of things. they were supposed to be controversial in-world. they're salt of the earth, rising far beyond their stations ever expected. they became important at work and it very nearly ruined their lives.
"it was like sitting in a philosophy 101 class" praytell what philosophy classes that you've sat in discussed the ethics of magic, direct divine involvement in human* lives, and potential outcomes that would come along with killing all the gods or releasing something called the god-eater. look. i grew weary with the rehashing of these conversations too, really i did. that said, i think it needed to play out this way in order for the finale to go the way it did.
allow me to explain. one of the defining qualities of bell's hells was how different they all were. whether it's their perspectives, life experiences, backgrounds, desires, aspirations... you get it. this was the point. they were bound together by compassion and love for each other. and this extended to those they stood for personally, and those their friends cared about. it was how they approached ruidus, the gods, the people of vasselheim. and they walked the walk and trusted the process, prepared to face anything. including death.
*obviously including all exandrian/ruidian races beyond just human
"the finale cheapened the ending of vox machina" it didn't. i'm sorry but it very fundamentally did not and if that's your takeaway from a change of circumstance ~30 years down the line, i am worried that you are too lost in the sauce due to favoritism. if your takeaway from vax being allowed to return to the material plane is that now his conclusion from 30 years ago was just him going on a work trip, that is a you problem.
the narrative doesn't treat it like that. the characters don't treat it like that. the cast doesn't treat it like that. let me repeat myself: if you think vax's c1 ending is now nothing more than a glorified work trip, that is a you problem.
life goes on. the state of the world is changing constantly, especially in a world with gods and magic and different planes of existence. matt allowed these players to have direct involvement in the ways it changes. if vax was allowed to return in some capacity as a result of those changes, the cast made that happen. it wasn't even on bell's hells priority list! this was a natural change of circumstance. if that's the kind of thing you find upsetting, maybe unpack that elsewhere.
i'm gonna wrap it up here but i hope you keep this in mind: if you don't like a thing anymore, you can absolutely drop it. you don't need anyone's permission. but what i ask is that if you want to engage in thoughtful conversation and criticism about it, you keep these things in mind.
i don't believe this show or cast to be above criticism. i have plenty of critiques of my own. but the campaign three finale was the opposite of bad. it was the most satisfying conclusion we could have possibly gotten. it was the culmination of the last 3 years with almost everyone who encountered bell's hells and honored the last 10 years of their hard work. i am so so proud of matt and the cast and i think you should be too.
#critical role spoilers#cr spoilers#cr#i needed to get this off my chest#hope this reads as equally petty and sincere bc i am so sick of being talked to like i'm an idiot for enjoying this#BY MY OWN STUPID FANDOM#i'm a writer with a comms/media studies degree i think you're just throwing a fit about things changing#if you really want to see a lackluster and insulting conclusion to a beloved franchise you should try dragon age veilguard#and if you're thinking about arguing with me in the comments or replies please reconsider#try self reflection instead
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Gym Tradition
(Original story posted October 8th 2022) Exactly as it was
This story was inspired by a prompt given to me by @tf-lover
I stepped towards the shower with an excitement bubbling in my chest. I could already hear his heavy footsteps behind me. This was always my favourite part. The sound of a towel being tossed to the side was drowned out as I twisted the shower handle. Within seconds warm water was cascading down my body, relaxing me for what was to come.
My body shuddered a little as a pair of large hands slid around my waist from behind. Looking down I grinned. I already had a pretty good idea who heâd taken over for me. There weren't many men at the gym today with such large dark skinned hands and there was one in particular I knew heâd had his eye on.
âIs that Mike?â I muttered just as the man pressed himself against my back, his semi-hard cock already feeling huge as it rubbed against my ass and lower back.
âMhmmâ He replied simply as his hands roamed my body. âI know weâve used him before but he just looked so damn sexy today. When I saw him getting undressed I just couldnât help myself.â
My boyfriend Eric and I have had this little tradition for a while now. Whenever the two of us go to the gym together, weâll always scout out the other men at the gym. Size them up, inspect their bodies from afar, etc. Then once weâre finished, one of us will wait around in the locker room for one of those men to come through looking all hot and sweaty from his workout. And then, when nobody is looking, weâll steal that guyâs body by jumping inside and possessing him! This time it was Ericâs turn to surprise me and he certainly didnât disappoint.
âNo need to apologise.â I smirked as I turned my head slightly and looked up to see none other than Mike, one of the local hunks that frequented the gym. âYou wear his body so fuckin well.â I felt his cock twitch and harden a bit more as I said that while a cocky grin spread across his face.
The two of us shared a short but sweet kiss before he turned me back around and pressed me against the shower wall. âOh I know. Why do you think I always get us to come to the gym on days that heâs around?â He chuckled but before I could respond he swiftly plunged his thick black cock inside me.
The shower continued to rain down on both of us though it did little to mask the groans. Iâm always surprised at how no other men seem to walk in on us when we do this. I suppose they probably know better when they start to hear that lewd slapping noise of heavy balls smacking against an ass. Sometimes those balls were mine like yesterday when I took over another hunk, Dane, and went to town on Ericâs ass. But now it was Ericâs turn and he wasnât holding anything back!
âMikeâ slammed his massive rod into me relentlessly, holding onto my hips as he did to make sure he went as deep as possible. His hungry assault didnât let up even for a second. Only growing more furious by the moment as he slammed against my prostate again and again. I could see why he liked this body so much, itâs stamina was insane! Iâd already shot my load from his pounding alone!
Despite that though I was still just as hungry as he was. Hungry for his cock. Hungry for his load. And boy did he deliver. A loud, manly roar echoed through the shower room and probably the locker rooms as well as âMikeâ began draining his balls. His fat cock pumping me with load after load of thick cum, filling me up to the brim.
âFuuuuuck Eric⊠that was amazingâŠâ I muttered as he wrapped his arms around me again.
âWhoâs Eric?â He grinned. âThe only one here is Mikeâ He shifted his cock around inside me causing me to grunt a little. With that he leaned down against my ear and whispered. âMaybe we should find a way to make these possessions a bit more⊠permanent.â
#male body theft#male possession#identity theft#male takeover#hunk possession#permanent change#magic#caption story#tf lover
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I've been thinking about domestic Emily a lot today. Like going to the grocery store after work with her. It's such a mundane thing to do, but we still gotta do it.
Is she gonna push the cart around and be real bored while you gather things in the cart. Or would she prefer to carry the shopping basket? I mean it's you who's gonna be doing all the cooking anyway. She'll be chilling with her wine glass and admire you in peace, hoping you won't tell her to dice the onions like last week.
I think Emily might get distracted by some new product at the grocery store and you suddenly notice she isn't following you around at the store like she usually does very obediently. So you'll have to go up and down the corridors trying to find her. When you eventually do, will you be holding her hand and dragging her after you so she won't get distracted again?
Or is it you that gets distracted by a new product and Emily tries to coax it out of your hands?
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Iâm writing this down as Iâm in the grocery store lol <3 Iâm currently very much the bored one, and I think Emily would be too, pushing the cart around and reading items out from the list so you could be done and get out as soon as possible. Some people do find it fun but I donât think she would! (Unless sheâs going there to get a particular snack/item.) When she was younger she used to looovee sneaking out with the ambassadorâs cooks and going grocery shopping with them, especially since Elizabeth wouldnât let her (and she wouldnât approve of most snacks), but the novelty wore off when she got older. Either way sheâs the designated cart driver/basket holder :) and if itâs a long trip (those cases do stretch on sometimes) you can bet sheâs popping open a bag of chips or unwrapping a chocolateâhonestly, itâs better than her asking âare you done yetâ every other five minutes.
She usually has her phone propped up on the cart with an ebook she reads through when you stop for long periods of time, mostly leaving you be unless you ask for her opinion on prices, better products, etcâthe only other reason sheâd look up is because she realizes youâve spent five minutes in the same place and she looks up to find you gone :< when she finally hunts you down youâre considering some (frankly useless) kitchen appliance or skimming the ingredients list of two practically identical products lol. I think itâs mostly her dragging you away from stuff, but she also gets really immersed in the imports aisle!! She loves digging around to see if she can find any of her favorite snacks for you to try or any particular ingredients she could use to make you a foreign dish she loves.
All of this just applies at home, I thinkâeven after so many trips to so many countries, she still loves exploring other supermarkets and seeing what they have to offer. Grocery shopping on her own, though, thatâs much easier. Get in, get out, she doesnât even have a list, which often leads to her skipping out on a lot of stuff she actually needs. Off the top of her head, her necessities are cat food, wine, cheese and bread lol. Going with you might be a lot more time consuming, but she wouldnât have it any other way :)
#emily prentiss#emily prentiss x reader#emily prentiss headcanons#emily prentiss imagine#asks#đź anon
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Creative recreation.Â
Conversations that were initiated years and years ago suddenly appear tanglible and real, like out of nowhere. That imagined future version of you suddenly becomes tangible.
What does the future hold?
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As their discharge date comes closer, so must the anticipation for what's next for BTS and Jikook. And, If BTS are good at anything, it's at dreaming. Even better, they are good at making choices in order to achieve those dreams, to make them a reality.
Trust me, not many people dare to dream big and then actually make choices to support them. It takes guts and daring.
They definitely have that going for them.
And, just as we ponder and parse all of the possible ways in which certain scenarios can play out, so must Jimin and Jungkook think about these things. Their late night 'shower talks' about songs and future tours, Jimin's Weverse letter hinted at 'bigger things' about the future that are waiting to be revealed. Jikook must have spent this past year talking and fantasizing about how they want certain things to play out for themselves after MS.
And, as much as I want them to be able to live as they please, freely and without scrutiny, I think the witch hunt that happened after Yoongi made (and freely admitted to) a misstep, might have put a damper on things. And let me be clear in saying that I do not blame Yoongi for any of it.
Yoongi was the one that when asked if they're worried about backlash if any of the members were to date publicly, said ARMYs are all different, and it's wrong to assume everyone would react the same. "... ARMY is a diverse group. In this hypothetical situation, some may accept it, some may not. Whether itâs dating or something else, theyâre all individuals, and they will understand things differently,". That, to me, was such a clear warning to all who may oppose their choices. Yoongi a sentry willing to stand up for his members as well as himself in order to fight for a sliver of normalcy in their hectic lives. That read as a 'we'll live our lives regardless of the criticism'.
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Yet, this was far from saying they will be making public announcements regarding private matters. Right?
What might exacerbate the issue is the fact that, in Jikook's case, their relationship is not only a private matter but moreover a group matter. They're both members of BTS, and that might make it more complicated. Not to mention the elephant in the closet, the whole SK is not tolerant when it comes to LGBTQI issues thing đźâđš. Should have mentioned that first, but we all know it's the dark cloud hovering over this issue.Â
Inviting the scrutiny of the public once any of them open that can of worms just seems like insanity to me. And to what benefit?Â
I'd be remiss if I didn't mention @hon3ymo0n had a beautiful piece about this 'benefit'.., highlighting Sir Ian McKellan's perspective on coming out while having lived under the cover of the public eye. A must-read, imho.Â
Yet here we are, fast forward to 2025 and celebrities are more public than ever. I can't speak on how easy or difficult it is for celebrities in SK to live private lives while in the public eye. I think the guys must have been dating somewhat privately all these years, keeping it very close to the vest, but going public is another thing altogether. And with how wildly diverse and sometimes insane BTS fans can be, I think coming out would put their biggest dream, the whole dominating the music industry while living out my dream of being an all around entertainer thing, under intense pressure.
When it comes to Jikook, are they willing to put their relationship on the line in order to be the vanguard of a community that actually does thrive in privacy?Â
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I can't wait for them to be released, but I won't expect anything in regards to their personal lives just yet. I think going back to their core, being musicians, will take center stage. Whatever happens on the fringes of that, I'll take it as it comes. For them, I hope at least once the uncertainty of enlistment is fully behind them, once that imagined time has been lived through and is over with, that it gives them space to think about how to live as freely as possible without surrendering personal peace. Being together is what's most important, after all.
#jikook#kookmin#park jimin#jimin#jungkook#peak jikook#i miss them terribly#someone give me three more braincells#i need to finish writing about Jungkook and masculinity
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A Cluster of Burning Stars - Prologue
{ao3}
âWhat do you think itâs like down on Earth?âÂ
âI bet thereâs lots more places to run than up here. It looks so big. All the pictures make it look so open. So much bigger than this stupid ship.âÂ
âDonât be rude.âÂ
âI hope itâs just like those fairytales you read me, Maria! With magic and destiny and true loveâŠâÂ
â--What about you, Shadow?âÂ
â...it doesnât matter. If we go there, weâll go together, and thatâs whatâs important.â
â...â
â...â
â...Stop being a sap, Shadow, and tell us what you actually wanna see.â
âFine. I wanna hold a spider.âÂ
âI knew it.âÂ
âHa ha.âÂ
âStop arguing, boys. We have to go back to lessons in a bit. Letâs just⊠enjoy the view.âÂ
âIt⊠it is a lovely view.â
â...Yeah.âÂ
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Knuckles the Echidna and Miles âTailsâ Prower the Fox had been thorns in the side of Doctor Ivo Robotnik for way too long for him to not lose his mind the second he saw them during his most recent conquest of the planet. Of course, they wouldnât have it any other way, this was pretty much how they get their kicks. It got a bit difficult sometimes, but thatâs what the extended team was for. But for today, itâs just Knuckles and Tails. They should be fine for now.Â
Todayâs mission brought them somewhere strange, though. When Tails picked up the signal that Robotnikâs ship had reached the general area, he was worried that he was going to a deserted island in order to capture more flickies to turn into robots-- still hadnât gotten tired of that, apparently. But when he picked Knuckles up from Angel Island and flew over, they had to engage stealth mode incredibly quickly, as they noticed the island was, indeed, not deserted.Â
âHurry it up, Tails.â Knuckles muttered, standing on the wing of the plane and staring down at the huge metallic facility taking up half the island. He could see a protected road and an arched, towering fence over it. It led a little bit off the shoreline, over to what seemed to be some form of landing pad. What drew attention the most, though, were the flashing lights and distant sound of an alarm. Robotnik must already be inside.Â
âIâm working on it.â Tails muttered, giving him a quick glare. âItâs a bit hard to scan government files and fly a plane at the same time.â He put a hand to the communicator in his ear, and called, âVector, Espio, you better be working, too.âÂ
He heard a few mutters of confirmation from the other end of the line.Â
Knuckles glanced down at the land below, narrowing his eyes so the lights stopped bothering him so much. âThis isnât the kind of island I like being around, Tails.âÂ
âI know.âÂ
âI prefer silence. Nature. Solitude. No sudden noises.âÂ
âIâm aware⊠hold on, Vector got something.âÂ
Knuckles sighed and reached to his ear, turning on his communicator; he tried to keep it off, mainly, because the static when everyone was silent annoyed him to no end. But once it was on, he could hear the Chaotix from back in Station Square, scanning whatever computer theyâd managed to snag.Â
ââPrison Island,â Vector was saying, as Knuckles could hear Espio distantly chasing Charmy around the room; the bee seemed to have grabbed something from his fellow detective and was refusing to give it back.
âPrison Island?â Tails asked.Â
âSecret Military Base.â Vector affirmed. âResearch facility of GUN. Thereâs a ton of military facilities, but that big thing in the middle should be their prison. Six levels of security. Should be completely impossible to get through.âÂ
âOkay,â Tails said, âSo how long do you think itâll take us to bust after Robotnik in there?âÂ
âLess than an hour.âÂ
âAlright. Weâre shutting off communications. Send the emergency alert if you need anything, you know how.â Tails switched off his communicator, and then said, âYou ready to break into a government facility?âÂ
Knuckles finally smiled, and punched his palm. âWhen am I not?âÂ
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Six levels of security, protected by the best technology and weaponry that the Guardian Units of Nations could offer, were never going to be a match for Dr Ivo Robotnik. He hadnât even brought his best robots-- he sat in a simple Robo-Walker and blazed his way through hall after hall, hidden elevator after elevator. Security drones would come to attack, but of course they were no match for his technology. Robotnik was the genius of the century, at least according to him, so of course this would be no problem.Â
There were six levels of security, he knew, and the files heâd spent days hacking into were a bit more correct than what Vector dug up in a few minutes. While each level had defenses, guards, cameras⊠everything stopped at Level Seven. GUN never assumed that anyone would be able to get that far, and besides, they didnât like people knowing what was in there.Â
Once Robotnik entered, he approached the large, shining computer in the center. And he looked underneath, to see the frozen tube, holding GUNâs dark, shameful secret within.
âSo this is the militaryâs top secret weapon. A bit smaller than I expected.âÂ
He was not deterred; size was no guarantee of power. His own Bokkun messenger could carry a multitude of explosives, and that stupid fox couldnât be over 3â0, and yet he and his echidna friend had been foiling his plans for far too long. Luckily, he had a solution, thanks to the hidden files, the buried research of his brilliant grandfather. And now that he had that information, he could finally defeat those dumb animals, and proceed with his plans for the Robotnik Empire. All he had to doâŠ
âEnter user data, aha⊠enter password.âÂ
An easy password. Of course, GUN wouldnât have guessed it. Robotnik had guessed it due to, as Tails would put it, his inflated sense of ego leading him to believe his family line was superior to all others on the planet. Robotniks had always treasured family above all else, but not always for reasons of superiority, something the girl he was using as a password had once understood.Â
âM-A-R-I-A.â
The computer buzzed, and then all Robotnik had to do was place the key to open the chamber, a key that GUN had haughtily assumed none but them would ever be able to find, bring to the facility, and reach level seven to utilize.Â
But being experienced at stealing these precious stones to power his machines (though Knuckles always somehow got them back, annoyingly), Robotnik simply removed the white chaos emerald from his pocket, and placed it into a console beside the capsule. It took only a moment before the distant hum and glow of the emerald began its work. Robotnik allowed the gunner machine he sat inside to step back as the capsule slowly began to rise, a small amount of smoke clearing from the platform. GUN and their dramatics⊠well, honestly, Robotnik could appreciate that. Presentation was very important.
The capsule finished rising, and lifted itself in a diagonal position, as if whatever was inside would need to sit up. Then, with another puff of smoke, the lid flipped open.Â
And, in confusion, Robotnik watched as a black hedgehog climbed out, shakily standing.Â
The hedgehog was still for a moment, eyes narrowed, clearly trying to figure out where he was. He then turned, seeing Robotnik himself. His eyes widened for just a moment, before the emotion was hidden again. Carefully, he observed the room, and then crossed his arms.Â
Sensing he wouldnât speak on his own, Robotnik prompted, âSo. The militaryâs top-secret weapon is⊠a hedgehog.âÂ
The hedgehog continued to stare, and then knelt down. Eyes down, he said, in a quiet, dark voice, âMy name is Shadow.â He looked up, then stood and crossed his arms again. âSince you were so kind to release me, my master, I will grant you one wish.âÂ
Robotnik took a moment, trying to decide if the hedgehog was joking. It seemed a bit impossible to tell. But, well, with an ego like Robotnikâs, it was quite easy for him to accept that, of course, this creature would immediately want to serve one as great as him.Â
âWell, I could definitely use some assistance getting out of here.â Robotnik said, considering. âIâm sure GUN has already brought in more forces. And that silly echidna and his little friends will probably come in to ruin my fun.âÂ
The hedgehog once again had a moment where his facial expression changed, a glimmer of something behind his eyes. âGUN? Weâre in a GUN facility?âÂ
âWhere else would you be? If you are this âultimate lifeform,â you are a GUN weapon.âÂ
The hedgehog watched him for a moment, and then turned and began inspecting the room. He walked to the computer, running a hand across it, before he turned to his capsule. He peered inside, almost confused.Â
âIs something the matter⊠Shadow?âÂ
The hedgehog looked up. âAm I the only one here?âÂ
âBut of course. Youâre the weapon, arenât you?âÂ
The hedgehog blinked once. Then twice. Then he turned, so the doctor could not see his face. A small whisper. Tiny enough that Robotnik, who wasnât paying much attention anyway, definitely wouldnât have heard itâ and if he did, he wouldnât have known what to do with it, or with the break in the hedgehogâs voice as he spoke.Â
âThey killed them.âÂ
They wouldnât have kept them separate, would they? Theyâd want all their eggs in one basket. Thatâs why they were all on the ARK in the first place.Â
Maria died to keep them all safe. She died and they killed the others anyway. Of course they would. Of course they would, theyâd always said that Shadow was the most useful. Thatâs why heâd had to protect them, thatâs⊠thatâs why it was his fault, he hadnât protected them enough, and now they were all dead.Â
GUN had taken everything.Â
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Shadow burst through everything in the facility, and when they reached the outside, and he stopped to take a breath, and he looked up at the Earth that had been denied to him for so long, denied to all of them, he held his tears back.Â
Two mobians were there, species he vaguely recognized from their textbooks on the ARK. Fox? And⊠porcupine? Bandicoot? Echidna? Echidna seemed right. The red echidna turned to him, eyes wide with confusion and anger.Â
âHey, you!â he shouted, and Shadow resisted the urge to cover his ears, the noise of the collapsing building inside and the distant gunshots already thundering in his head. âWhat do you think youâre doing?â
The fox gave him some kind of chiding, but Shadow didnât listen. He just gave them both a fiery glare. âIâm granting my family justice.â he whispered, not caring if they could or could not hear him.Â
He leapt forwards, then, spinning and ramming into the echidna. It sent the red mobian flying back, and Shadow took no time in turning and swinging a kick, sending the fox flying away from him. He heard the echidna leap back up, shouting something in an excited toneâ someone who liked to fight, then. The fox said nothing, but Shadow could see him get back to his feet, steadying himself.Â
But as Shadow turned to continue the brawl, he wasnât thinking about them. He was thinking about that first night.
âI canât sleep.âÂ
âWhy?â
âItâs a new room. I donât know how.âÂ
âSo why bother me?âÂ
âItâs your room. How do you sleep here?âÂ
âI just⊠do. Other hedgehog, help me out here.âÂ
âNo, Iâm with her on this. I feel weird.âÂ
â...you want to cuddle, donât you?âÂ
Two little voices, muttering, âMaybe.âÂ
âFine. Come here.âÂ
He remembered that feeling. He had to be ten years old then, they were all so young. Heâd scooted back on the bottom bunk, and then the blue hedgehog had crawled up, cautiously curling up on the bedâs edge, but then the youngest leapt on, bounced, and dragged them all together. She laid inbetween them, hugging them to her, refusing to let go. She had her head on Shadowâs shoulder, then, and whispered, âNight-night.âÂ
Both of the others had been uncomfortable at first, not used to touch. But theyâd realized fast that she needed this, and, well, maybe they needed it, too. Just someone to hold.Â
Iâm sorry.Â
They were gone now. Because heâd failed them.Â
Iâm sorry, Maria.Â
Iâm sorry, Amy.Â
Iâm sorry, Sonic.Â
I wonât fail your memory.Â
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Hundreds of miles away, on a deserted island, a second pod let out a long beep, before falling silent again.
#sonic fanfiction#sth#sonic the hedgehog#a cluster of burning stars#shadow the hedgehog#connie writes#mine#SURPRISE! this was the au that reared its head at me after like 3 years and kicked me in the nuts#and now im obsessed
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SUMMARY: random word prompts with haru, towa, ren, taiga, romeo, and ritsu!
COMMENTS: ritsu...save me....save me ritsu......save me best lawyer japan will ever see..................save me :((
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Haru - Convience
Itâs easy to run to his aid when he doesnât call you. Haru is always chipper and kind, greeting you with a cheery good morning and a slap on the back. He knows you know more than enough now from shadowing him for so long that you can take care of most of the anomalies yourself.
He would never let you near the bulls, though.
Only he is allowed to break every bone in his body and get bitten til he bleeds! That is none of your concern. Youâre much too soft and precious for that, heâll sooner die than let you get in trouble.
So please, wonât you hold his hand when he feels tired? Wonât you always be there for him? He really likes it when you scratch at his scalp like that. Let him rest his head in your lap and breathe, just for a little while.
Towa - Innocent
To be oneâs first love is truly an honor, Towa thinks. He finds you so cute, with your warm cheeks and soft smiles, your shaking hands as you give him little bouquets of wildflowers. He giggles and swings you around, kissing your skin over and over until your flesh burns underneath his mouth.
Precious! Youâre so precious! Youâre each other's first kiss, first love, first date, first everything. Towa couldnât be more grateful that he gets to experience such a love with you.
Itâs an honor that you trust him so much. It makes you so beautiful. You already looked stunning while you were in love, but since youâre in love with him, you look so much better.
Ren - Implication
âCome here and watch me play,â he says.
âWhere are you going? Thereâs still fourteen minutes left of the movie,â he says.
âWhy are you playing all the way over there? Do I stink or something?â he says.
Ren is full of subtleties you have to decipher every time you speak to him. He seems almost scared of voicing his desires for you to be near him.
Even when you get near him of your own accord, he calls it sexual harassment. Itâs like he does it on purpose just to see you get irritated.
It works.
Contrary to his word, though, he always scoots a little closer to you when youâre near. A slight shuffling of feet when youâre tending to anomalies, a shifting of his leg on the couch, each one is noticeable.
Heâs such a silly man. Doesnât he know by now that you want the same thing?
Taiga - Definite
You stare, unimpressed, at the massive bite mark on your shoulder. The steam from the warming shower slowly rolls throughout the bathroom as you poke and prod at the sharp teeth marks, wondering how the hell youâre going to get them gone.
It was winter, so wearing a jacket would be a given, but hiding it wasnât the problem. Feeling it was.
And now every time you moved your shoulder, the skin would stretch uncomfortably because your absolute unhinged boyfriend decided to fucking bite you.
You snatch up your phone and send him a quick text about how he needs to chill out and move to set your phone down. Before it hits the counter, it buzzes, and you lift it back up to your face.
Rolling your eyes, you huff. Right, silly you! You forgot being bitten was a definite when in a relationship with someone like him.
Romeo - Perception
Liking Romeo was really, really hard sometimes. Even though he was hard working and very ambitious, two traits you greatly admired, his overbearing attitude was the one thing you hated the most.
Youâll get wrinkles! Fix your eyebrows! Donât curl your lips like that! That shade isnât right, try this one! Your chapstick came off! Your skin is flaky right here!
Over and over and over, every flaw you had he would address like it meant nothing. Didnât he have any manners? You werenât supposed to talk to people like that, especially your friends.
But...when you sit yourself down at your vanity in the late hours of the evening, you do as he says. You apply your skincare and youâll do a facemask if you feel like it.
And when you wake up the next morning to his scrutiny and slight nod of approval, you feel lighter inside.
Ritsu - Monarch
There were many words one could use to describe Ritsu. Annoying was one you heard a lot. It was not one you agreed with, however. Youâd much rather use words like dependable. Cool. Clever. Impressive. Youâd much rather follow him around like a lost puppy, soaking up every word he says with stars in your eyes.
Taiga makes fun of you, asking if youâre ever apart from the other person. Ritsu gets huffy and you just shake your head bashfully. Romeo snorts and calls you a basic bitch, lamenting about how Ritsu has spent so much time with you and yet hasnât taught you a single thing, to which you reply that Article 230 of the Japanese Penal Code states that one who publicly alleges facts shall, regardless of whether such facts are true or false, be punished with penal servitude or imprisonment not to exceed three years or a fine of not more than 500,000 yen.
This time, Ritsu has stars in his eyes. You eat his pride for you out of the palm of his hand, relishing his beaming smile.
Youâve learned a lot from him.
Every time he calls you his business partner, your heart sings. Itâs an honor and a privilege to be with the man you admire most.
And at the end of the day, when the lights are dim and he takes his jacket off, you help him undo his tie. He always reminds you that itâs after working hours and you always shake your head, wanting to stay by his side more than anything.
He gathers you into his arms and holds you, just for a little while, eyes sliding shut as you rest your hands against his shoulder blades.
How beautiful it is, to be special to him, the king of your heart.
#auburn's fics <3#auburn talks tokyo debunker <3#tokyo debunker#tokyo debunker x reader#tokyo debunker x mc#haru sagara x reader#towa otonashi x reader#ren shiranami x reader#taiga hoshibami x reader#romeo scorpius lucci x reader#ritsu shinjo x reader#haru sagara#towa otonashi#ren shiranami#taiga hoshibami#romeo scorpius lucci#ritsu shinjo
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Hi River! I hope you are doing well and I just want to say I love your blog. You radiate such kind and positive energy. If you get the chance, I would love to hear your thoughts regarding Sun Conjunct Pluto in the natal chart.
Hello, thank you for your message.â€ïž
Sun conjunct Pluto
Growth: You feel like you're not the same person as time passed, your inner compass stays the same but everything gets a makeover once in a while. You constantly seek growth, like a tree that hungers for life. You don't do well with stagnation, you actively conquer it, bring changes into your life. You don't want to stay in the same place, to be a prisoner of comfort, you would rather go out there, facing unknown dangers than letting your light get dimmer by every minute of stagnation.
Transformation: Your external world reflects the changes in your inner world. Your life is a series of periodical changes, like dynasties throughout history. You can clearly see how your life is made up of various "stages", each is as transformative as the next one.
Energy: You hold a vast wealth of energy inside you. A nuclear reactor. Imagine the sun intensified. This can make your restless and frustrated if there's no outlet for it. This energy propels you to do immense feats, whether to search for the deep end of dark taboo subjects, or to courageously standing up for people, or to pursue a cause.
Power: Having that much energy can radiate out as power. People sense authority in you, they're subconsciously in awe yet fearful of it. They want to have it, they want to submit to it. You hold unspoken power over your surroundings. Everybody reacts in a certain to your energy, some can be positive, some can be positive, the reactions are polar opposites.
Control: A volcano seething beneath a calm lake. Nothing escape your grasp. You know life's capricious nature so well, you're always prepared for imminent disasters, by exerting control over everything, everyone in your life. Control gives you comfort, a sense of safety.
Heaviness: Lightheartedness is not your forte. Everything sinks deeply into the ocean of your heart. You take everything seriously, always look for hidden messages, what's behind, what's real. This can take a toll on your psyche, sometimes you feel like you can't enjoy life in a carefree manner like many people do.
Intuition: You're bestowed with uncanny intuition, your survival instinct is more acute than many. Nothing goes undetected by your radar. Never ignore your hunches, they're your best compass, for you operate better in an instinctive manner than a logical manner. Psychic power develops naturally.
Secretive: You might be able to unearth secrets out of people as easy as breathing, but you don't let people do the same to you. You keep your cards close to your chest. For people like you, it's better to not announce your intentions openly, you don't need any outside interference.
#sun conjunct pluto#astro observations#astrology aspects#astrology placements#astro notes#astro posts#astro community#astroblr#natal chart#birth chart#ask me questions#astrology asks
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Why Being Manipulated into Letting Gadreel in a Huge Deal for Sam?
I know a lot of Dean Girls were very upset (and will be upset after reading this post) with Sam when Dean asked him if the roles were reversed if he would have done the same thing (letting an angel possess him to save his life). Sam simply says no! Some fans have gone to the extent of calling him selfish but no, Sam is not being selfish in that scene. It wasn't that he didn't care about his brother. He really does and that is why him saying no is actually a good thing.
Now see, Dean never had to go through the whole loss of bodily autonomy due to a possession issue (not until after he was possessed by Michael but that's way after the Gadreel plot) like Sam has been and disturbingly a lot more number of times than Dean's single rodeo with Otherworld Michael (or is it AU Michael? whatever!). Just to keep the argument simple, I am purely focusing on the loss of bodily autonomy purely from a possession POV.
When Meg possessed Sam in S2, she used his body to kill other hunters, to assault Jo and to beat Dean. Maybe she did a lot worse than that, we don't know. Who is left with the trauma of that knowledge? Sam!
The Gary-Sam body swap. This one though seems funny on the surface, it's actually kinda disturbing because Gary used Sam's body to have sex and the kid. Kinda gross enough already but that dumb kid could have easily handed over the vessel to Lucifer. Imagine, that's how it played and Sam was back into his body. Now who is trapped with Lucifer, the Devil? Sam!
Speaking of, understandably saying yes to Lucifer was Sam's call to put him back in the box but it didn't go down without blood on his hand. The moment Lucifer took control of Sam's body, he killed the demons from Sam's life that deceived him. I am guessing these were possessed people he killed in the process and not just wisps of black smoke. At Stull cemetery, he exploded Cas to bits, snapped Bobby's neck and beat up Dean to pulp! all by whose hands? Sam's!
Gadreel's possession did help Sam get better but at what cost? Kevin's death? How many nightmares did Sam have seeing his hands burning Kevin hollow? Now let me point out the aftermath of this possession which is somehow even worse than the actual possession: Crowley skewered Sam's brains with needles, hell, he even possessed Sam to wake him as if one possession was not enough. Sam literally had two supernatural beings possessing him at one time! Don't even get me started on the painful, torturous grace extraction process. Sam was willing to die in that moment because he believed his life wasn't worth saving, definitely not at the cost of Kevin's life!
Before this role reversal scene, Dean wasn't possessed by anything, so he doesn't understand how horrible it is to lose autonomy over one's mind and body. I don't expect him to grasp the gravity of it. He sees it as a healing from within. For him, if 'ends justifying the means' that's all that matters.
When every single possession has caused nothing but grave trauma to Sam Winchester, tell me why would he or anyone for that matter, in their sane heads do this on their own brother, especially when they love them so much?
Here's another very real life perspective for all those who feel Sam saying 'no' if the situation was reversed was a horrible betrayal and proof that he doesn't love Dean enough: Ever had someone you love on life support or gone through a situation where you had to put down your beloved pet? Why do we do this? is it because we don't love them? because we don't care? no! Because sometimes, it is better to let them go than to prolong their suffering by putting them through this pain. So next time you feel Sam was being selfish, or disloyal to Dean or that he didn't care enough, think about a loved one suffering through something horrible because you didn't have the guts to let go!
#sam winchester#loss of bodily autonomy#sam's agency#dean winchester#sometimes it is better to let go than to hold on#possession#sam's possession#supernatural#spn#sam girl
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i feel like im not making any sense but does anyone else feel like there are stories that let u run with them and ones that spell everything out for you
#im reading that post that says artists are directors of audience reaction and not its dictator:#'you cannot guarantee that everyone viewing your work will react as you are trying t make them react. a good artist knows that this is what#allows work to breath. by definition you cannot have art where the viewer brings nothing to the table ... this is why you have to let go of#the urge to plainly state in text exactly how you think the work should be interpreted ... its better to be misinterpreted sometimes than#to talk down to your audience. you wont even gain any control that way; people will still develop their opinions no matter what you do#im thinking abt this again cuz i was thinking maybe the thing that lets adventure time work so well the way it does is cuz it doesnt#take itself too seriously that it gives the audience enough room to fuck with subtext and then fuck with them back yknow. i think it was#mentioned somewhere that they werent even planning to run with the postapocalyptic elements that are hinted in the show but changed their#mind after the one off with the frozen businessmen and dominoed into marcy and simons backstory. on the other side there are stories that#explain too much to let the story speak for itself and i think it ends up having to do more with the crew trying to lead ppl in a certain#direction than expand on what they have and i see a lot of this with miraculous. like when interviews and tweets are used as word of god in#arguments and it becomes a little stifling to play around with it knowing the creator can just interject. u can say its the crews effort to#engage with its audience but it feels more like micromanaging. and none of this is to say there ISNT room for stories that spell things out#theyre just suited for different things. if sesame street tried abstract approaches to themes and nuance itd be counterproductive#a lot of things fly over my head so i need help picking things apart to get it- but it doesnt have to be from the story itself. ive picked#picked up or built on my own interpretations listening to other ppl share their thoughts which creates conversation around the same thing#sometimes stories will spell things out for you without being so obvious abt it that it feels like its woven into the text. my fav example#for this might be ATLA using younger characters as its main cast but instead of feeling like its dumbed down for kids to understand why war#is bad its framed from a childs point of view so younger audiences can pick up on it by relating to the characters. maybe an 8 year old#wont get how geopolitics works but at least they get 'hey the world is a little more complicated than everyone vs. fire nation'. same for#steven universe bc its like theyre trying to describe and put feelings into words that kids might not have so they have smth to start with#especially with the metaphors around relationships bc even if it looks unfamiliar as a kid now maybe the hope is for it to be smth you can#look back to. thats why it feels like these shows grew up with me.. instead of saving difficult topics for 'when im ready for it'#as if its preparing me for high school it gave me smth to turn in my hands and revisit again and again as i grow. stories that never#treated u as dumb all along. just someone who could learn and come back to it as many times as u need to. i loved SU for the longest time#but i felt guilty for enjoying it hearing the way ppl bash it. bc i was a kid and thought other ppl understood it better than me and made#feel bad for leaning into the message of paying forward kindness and not questioning why steven didnt punish the diamonds or hold them#accountable. but im rewatching it now and going oh. i still love this show and what it was trying to teach me#yapping#diary
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