#this is still a quick little thing so i didnt put too much thought into editing but huzzah it is thrown into the world now

[themyscirah]

Philippus? Wym philippus this is a wholeass other woman?????? She's white?????? Guys come on now

ALSO cursed white Euboea in this same sequence.... homeboy she's Asian please stop

Joe Phillips I'm sorry but this is some shitty ass guest pencilling how can you not know anything abt what these people look like thats literally your job... you also just needed to read the issue before this to know?

Editors should have caught this one these are major Amazon characters

[myketheartista]

CW for blood and non-canon character death/nightmares

Today marks a year since I did this animatic revolving around Aiah’s fears and concerns about Polor’s well-being as well as her own nightmares since the events on Buttoncraft have made her feel a bit paranoid about herself and her neighbors. I remember speedrunning this in a day or so after I initially heard the song, and I kinda lost any sense of my surroundings LMAO but I was really happy with it back then and I still am now even though there are definitely some things I wish I had/could polish up when I first made it (canvas sizing, anatomy). Regardless, I know this song still pains me /affectionate every time I listen to it,, these two really do give me brain worms =w=

Polor (green) belongs to @artistic-fuss and Aiah (purple) belongs to me, of course! The split second of PATC-H (blue) belongs to @shepscapades (our blorbo robot <3)

Song is FEEL SOMETHIN DIFFERENT by Bea Miller, Aminé

[livin4woso]

Silent until spoken too-(arsenal x adhd! Reader)

Summary- growing up reader has always been told that they talk too much or too loud so when transferring to a new team they decide to take a new approach dont speak unless spoken too. Yet it only takes the young aussie to break the readers doubts and the rest of the team follow in persuit.

It was a fresh start for you but this time you need to make a good impression. The words of your mother rang in your thoughts,'no one likes the loud girl' it was something as much as you tried to explain she never understood your talkative behaviour or uncontrollable volume when you speak.

It was when you were 18 that you were finally diagnosed with adhd it was like a weight lifted of your shoulders that you never knew you were carrying to begin with. Knowing this information gave you clarity of why you did certain things yet you still could never justify them and you let the words of ignorant others to swirl in your mind.

Don't be the loud annoying one. Instead, be the opposite. Be silent until spoken too.

The first day of training had arrived quickly and you sat and hyped yourself up in your car to get all of your pent up energy out as you couldn't get rid of it by talking someones ear off then you had to do it some other way. You made your way into the changing room to be introduced to all the sqaud, which was relatively quick and filled with hand shakes and a few hi's and normal chat.

Until you reached the young aussie midfielder, she was a little bit older than you as you were just freshly 20, and she was 22, but there was something different about her a welcoming energy. "Hi, im kyra, but you probably know that.. wait, unless you didnt sorry i shouldn't assume" the words tumble out her mouth at rapid pace yet too you it was the perfect speed. "Hi im y/n nice to meet you" you say back holding your hand out "also i do know that you're kyra so don't worry" you reply letting go of her hand before making your way to your cubby to put on your boots.

Training began, and the negative thoughts still swirled in your mind each time you began to get more talking, which caused you to shut down into silence again, giving people one or two word answers. Yet eachtime you were with kyra you forgot all those doubts and it was if she just knew how to make you talk.

As you walked into lunch the words speeding out your mouth as fast as they could and your conversation getting gradually louder without you realising until one of the older girls commented "y/n can you stop shouting please the person you're talking to is right next to you not a mile away" lia said not meaning any harm but it sends you spiraling that if one person thinks that then soon enough everyone else will "oh right yeah im sorry" you respond in barley over a whisper while toying with the braclet on your wrist.

"Erm im sorry I'll leave you be now you probably want to talk to your other friends" you say to kyra with a forced smile as your thoughts consume you "no its okay come sit with us im sure they would love you and i like listening to you its fun" she said grabbing your hand and dragging you to the table where lessi and vic sat so there wasn't much of a choice.

Dinner was great, and it felt like you could speak without worrying that you are talking too much. Then came something slightly worse there was a pre training meeting which was going to cover what you were doing for the next couple weeks and important dates. Its not that you hate meetings but trying to sit still for so long without irritating the person next to you was the challenge.

The meeting dragged. Well, for you, it did that one hour felt like a year and of course being new you were sat right at the front next to kim and leah so you had to be on your best behavior. It started off okay. You could focus when jonas was talking, then you heard the clock tick, and that was all you could focus on. Then, about 20 minutes in your legs started bouncing, but that wasn't enough, so you started playing the finger drums on your thigh until kim gave you a death stare from next to you. After 40 minutes you'd zoned out completely just staring at the board as you let your thoughts wander you knew you shouldn't have but you couldn't help that you either had the attention span of a goldfish or could only pay attention to one thing.

The meeting had ended, and that's when leah snapped you out of your trance by waving her hand over your face "oi y/n, were you even listening to what i was saying.. the meetings over, " she said."Oh right, yeah, my bad, sorry, I'll get ready to go home, " you said, staring up at her, but as you were about to leave the room, she stopped you.

"Look i dont know whats going on but next time you need to pay more attention you were distracted the whole time and it might just have been nerves becauses it your first day but next time just be more aware" she said in a serious tone yet it had a hint of politeness to it as she meant well. However, at this point, you knew you couldn't hide your adhd forever, and it would give you a reason for your behaviour. "Oh right im sorry erm its my adhd its just hard to pay attention in meetings when i dont have something to fidget with but next time I'll be more prepared" you say your voice laced with worry waiting for her response.

"Well, why didn't you just tell us in the beginning we would have been much more accommodating for you" she says smiling back. "Honestly im not sure its just hard to talk about" you say back.

Since that conversation with leah, life and arsenal had become so much easier, and unlike the words of others, being the loud girl isn't so bad after all. You can't be the annoying one when you accompany yourself in people who don't find you annoying.

[katsukota]

nonchalant x crashout

todobaku inspired x reader

katsuki x nonchalant reader , shoto x crashout reader

extra : will probably be a parted series, fem implied, reader is strong, i wanna do a bakudeku + tododeku themed one in the future mayb ? 🫢 basically bakugou x todoroki! reader and todoroki x bakugou!reader

K Bakugou -

Since he was a baby, he always did the most. He had a huge ego, but one that was more fragile than large at the same time. The littlest things set him off, as soon as his quirk developed, nothing was too small for him to take care of.

He expressed himself in (literally) explosive responses, it could be screaming, physical threats, or even using his abilities to blast any assumed threat to him or his pride away.

It wasnt something he realized at first, but he found himself getting the most violent with people who were nice or just didn't seem intimidated. This first manifested in Izuku, whose kind personality and relentless care for someone of Katsukis rank pissed him off. It took him a decade to stop pushing him away, and he was the first one he started using to test the abilities of his quirk on people.

And while 'that damn Deku' pissed him off the most, Icy-fucking-Hot was definitely 2nd place. While Izukus pure intention hurt his perception of his rough demeanor, it made him insecure about him at his core. But the youngest Todoroki son had a similar, yet unfamiliar effect on his ego. When he didnt respond to his threats with fear or a challenging stance, he felt even weaker. As if he couldn't get himself across, or wasnt being taken seriously. It hurt him, even if hed rather die than admit it to any soul.

Eventually, through everything UA and, more so, the League of Villains threw at the training students, an understanding and bonding happened with Bakugou and the 'extras' while he now knew and could somewhat accept how close he was with Izuku now, a closer relationship with Shoto Todoroki scared him a little.

So when in his second year at UA Hero Academy, when he only expected Hitoshi Shinsou to be singular student added, he couldnt get used to the presence of what seemed to a rock wall next to him.

A surprise student was added, and you were a bit hard for the now very bonded students to get used to. Sentences were kept short, you stayed direct and quick. Rarely could small talk or room to really think be an option with you.

And fuck, did this piss Katsuki off. He had a surface level grasp of his peers, but now a completely new face was thrown into his mix. Still, he couldnt find himself even getting a basic idea of you. He'd never really noticed the looks of people in terms of being pretty or attractive. Everyone had basic features, of course, raccoon eyes, shitty hair, dunce face, freckles. But he'd never considered or noticed anyone who made him look twice in terms of pure beauty.

Until he looked over to the new face in his class. You were sitting in the seats next to him, your demeanor alone cold. Your posture was held alert, while your face showed no distinct emotion beside sharp eyes. He'd never stared at people for much longer than needed, but he found himself studying the way your eyes were focused, seeming to have quickly taken in their surroundings before piercing into the front of the class as you digested the small bits of info.

Fuck. How annoying. Another person he may have to worry about beating. He found himself mad at the thought, mad that with just one look at you, he felt himself fearing you could be better.

Shota Aizawa, who stayed the homeroom teacher of the now class of 2-A, already had a precise reading of his students. Especially his trouble makers. Noticing how the classes rabid dog of sorts, was eyeing you with nothing but the urge to rip you apart, prove how he was the strongest to someone who didnt understand who he was. He sighed, while he'd usually put away interpersonal feelings for his lessons, he didnt want anything escalating on the first day. Besides, he wasnt totally against pushing the heros in training to fight early.

A sudden 1v1 class battle sparing was set into motion. He didnt bother reading through every single match, as theyd be taking place simultaneously in different sections. Aizawa stressed the fact that he wouldnt analyze every small detail within each fight, rather focusing more on the ones that were especially talented and worthy of "catching a pros eye", and more specifically would be ranking by how quickly the fight had a distinct winner and loser. This was important in the sense that, the quicker you are, the higher you rank, regardless of how flashy your attacks were. But this turned out to be worse for the opponent, as the quicker you lost, the lower youd be graded.

Katsuki was ecstatic as he motioned for the pairings to be whoever was next to them. He was ready to take you down, and achieve a perfect victory by making an example of you with his more than noticeable attacks, while also making it quick. He couldnt wait to humble you.

You two were now in a relatively small space, it felt oddly intimate in the sense it made it feel like it was just you and him. He made sure to remind himself that he still had plenty of space to move, and most importantly, Aizawa was watching.

He planned on making the first attack, not just before you, but before any other student. But as he started to excrete the nitroglycerin from his pores, you quickly made a swift attack, immobilizing the use of the entirety of his arm. Your quirk, bone manipulation, twisted the areas of upper arm, and wrist into a full 180°. As he stood, his right explosion couldnt reach you as his wrist faced his back and his full arm was stuck reaching behind him in a unnatural way.

The sound of cracking echoed through the fuller, much large training ground. The other students who hadnt even started their preparations, watched as one arm of the arguably strongest student flew back and exploded in a new sort, flashes of red and blue bruises painting its way across the affected areas. Quicker than a beat of his heart, he launched his free fist, embedded with what was a physically glowing power, reading to blast everything in its path into bits.

You stood there, still unscathed, and watched as a second fist reached out to your face. It wasnt anything new. You barely thought, funnily enough, muscle memory seemed to enforce the bones in your arm, gradually strengthening towards it went to your fist.

Despite still looking small and fragile, your body became unbreakable as you blocked the Katsuki Bakugous explosive fist.

His eyes widen with a mix of something hard to read, but still possible.

If you had to decipher the look in the Katsuki Bakugous, itd be a mix of fury, but curiosity. This would be a long match.

Much to Katsukis dismay, he did not beat you, or quickly for that matter. You two were the last on the field, meaning no matter what youd both be at the bottom of the list. He still kept fighting, even as the pores in his palms began to burn, and his muscles felt as if they were ripping apart. Still, he kept screaming, boasting about his superiority as each blast got stronger and stronger, even if he was weakening. It only made him more determined.

And even though you weren't in much better shape, your joints cracking loudly with every small movement, your bones growing unsteady and almost soft as you used your quirk to its fullest. What really pissed Katsuki off though, was how silent you were. Even though your bones had broken many times, and just about your whole body was bruised, every time he was about to become unable to move due to bone damage, you used your quirk to reposition him, so the match could continue. You were fucking with him, without even saying anything or looking at him. He couldnt wait to fucking destroy you.

Little did he know, despite the total lack of emotion or any pure human expression on your face, you were having the most fun you had for a while. This man was giving it his all, keeping the rush and adrenaline flowing throughout the training grounds even after a number of injuries that would send most sane people running away, holding back tears. You loved this. You didn't care about winning anymore, you cared about how much fun you could get out of this fight.

But much to both of your dismay, the time limit ran out. Aizawa erased your quirks, scolding you for taking a while.

"In a real fight, the collateral damage would be unforgivable. Imposing irreversible damage to your opponent when not needed isn't acceptable. While taking training is important," He paused, looking at you both intensely before becoming more harsh,

"This was unacceptable. Even in a real battle this wouldn't work. You both have hypothetically killed a countless amount of bystanders."

Both of you stayed quiet this time.

'Fuck this bitch'

'Fuck Katsuki Bakugou.'

And at that same time, that's the only thing you two could think about.

But even so, what still was irritating Katsuki the most, was the way he kept glaring at you, almost desperate for you to pick up on his hateful message. And still, after an over hour long fight, you stayed looking ahead, nonchalant of anything and everything around you. Especially him.

S Todoroki -

While it could be argued that maybe his cold demenor was just an ironic extension of the ice quirk in his genes, a lot of class 1-A grew to understand a lot of it was due to his upbringing. Shoto Todoroki, although undoubtedly dense, aloof, and simply nonchalant at extreme times, is still one of the most kindest, caring, and unintentionally funny students at UA. Not to mention strong as fuck.

During your first year, you and Katsuki Bakugou were offen placed in the same category. Though you both had many differences, (the main one you being just a bit more popular since you were nothing short of stunning), while Bakugou often would threaten and warn people, you earned the classes "#1 Crashout Title" because of just how quick you were.

One time, Denki and Mineta tried a prank on you in the beginning of class. It was early into the year, and you'd wasted no time proving to be on par with the strongest students. You're rough, but sweet when someone managed not to piss you of personality made you someone people wanted to get close to, but werent entirely sure how.

Shoto remembered thinking that same day how it aggravated him. You were another strong student, one he needed to push past to become even stronger than All Might himself. But while he kept everyone at a distance for that, he found himself resenting you for more personal reasons.

When you sat down, a small device stuck to your chair with a telltale purple ball, gushed a wind of air, attempting to push your skirt up into the area above where your panties wouldve been exposed.

The half and half hero watched as you quickly stood, and made your way to Mineta in an almost scary time. Not a single word was said, but a thousand were about to be shown. A low, but fierce kick smashed into the small mans cheek, his much weaker body rapidly excelling through the same air he wanted your clothing to be in.

He was propelled towards the closed window, most of the class assumed hed splat against it and fall to the floor, but still within the classroom. To quite a few people's surprise, the window shattered and glass bits scattered through the floor and against shoes. Mineta screamed as he began to free dive out the window.

Shoto's face remained neutral in the crowd of concerned expressions, but found his head going light. Most of the twerps in the hero course just simply weren't on his level. A lot of them hesitated, or worried on loud words to start a battle. You havent even said a word, but in a real battle, youd be victorious within 30 seconds.

Everyone was now sure youd stop, but an uncomfortable atmosphere of pure rage seemed to seep out your skin, you still werent done. The second Mineta started falling, you braced an arm on the now exposed window sill, and maneuvered your whole body out the entrance with ease, still chasing after the beat up boy.

About a minute later, the shocked silence was broken with what finally seemed to be your voice chewing out Mineta. In-between exploits and vile, detailed threats, the sounds of skin being beat in and whiney screams echoed throughout the campus.

After a brief scolding from Aizawa, things went back to normal, besides the missing student who was most definitely in the infirmary. The U-A staff was starting to get used to the ugly actions of one of 1-As prettiest students.

Shoto almost wanted to admire you. The small glimpses of intrigue really blossomed the following week, during the USJ attack.

While everything went to plan at first, you and Katsuki picking fights with each other, then snapping at whoever tried to break you too up.

At one point, he tried making a comment in-between you and Katsukis argument, just as you were about to start throwing hands.

He watched as you huffed, and shoved your face close to his to inspect him. He knew he should have felt scared. He knew the face of someone who was about to get violent, and he saw you express every minor discomfort through violent outbursts. But even so, even though your fist was balled up in a perfect form, inches away from his right cheek, he didnt recognize that familiar face.

Although you were clearly pissed, you scowled when you noticed no fearful reaction from him. You wanted to punch that scar off his face so bad. You let him know that too. You grabbed onto his face and pinched it, before pulling it and forcing his head to bop against the (soft so it didnt do much) seat of the UA bus.

He knew he should have been ready to fight, but all he could think was how when your face dropped for only a second when you didn't find any worried expression on him. Even though you still got a little violent, he just remembered thinking how when you werent so angry, you sort of looked like the deep blue Rindou flowers at his home garden.

When the villains attacked, rightfully so, a lot of students were terrified, some hesitating on whether it was a part of the training or not.

But you quickly scouted out who seemed to be the main boss, the lousy blue haired man who smelt kind of weird. You wasted no time speeding towards him, landing a blast of physical attacks towards his face, and vital body areas when he went to defend against those.

For a minute, you were going so fast, he was physically unable to block or attack you. While no one knew this at the time, this also prevented the use of his quirk. Kurogiri, looking from the sidelines, promptly teleported you and the others at random to hold off the rate at which Shigaraki was already getting wounded.

You and Shoto found yourselves together, he saw you still attacking at the air, screaming for whoever to let you back at him. He looked away from your antics when noticing a strange shift in atmosphere, upon noticing a wave of lower level villains swarming your way. He spread a sheet of ice to stop the attacks, enclosing you in the process.

"Fuck ! Ill kill you too, you burnt up bitch !" You yelled it in a way that lowercase doesnt do justice, but Shoto decided to ignore it and keep going on to help the others.

He found you suddenly behind him, locking him into a chokehold. He spit quickly that you didnt have time to throw another tantrum, and slapped your hand away before encasing it in ice.

He began running to the center, before you appeared infront of him. Was that what your quirk was ? Despite being one of the top in your physical assessment, you hadnt used your quirk once. He noticed the ice was gone. Damnit.

"We really dont have time for this."

"Oh shut up ! Ill send your ass to the stratosphere !" He sighed, running off anyway. Even when you were loud and angry, you never reminded him of anything bad. It was just like a strong breeze thrashing the Rindou stems around. You remained beautiful in a way, just unstable.

He pushed you out of his mind as he saw you teleporting into different various spots, getting closer and closer to the main defendant. Even with the wind mercilessly pushing at you, you stayed upright, and kept pushing and thrashing back.

When the students went back to UA, most people were shocked and scared when Aizawa ominously said the fight wasnt over. You, however, started screaming frantically about how youd 'kill the bitch' scratching deep marks into your desk. Aizawa stayed silent as Iida scolded you for breaking school property, but the anger still fresh inside you had him skedaddling back to his seat once redirected at him.

"You will be participating in the UA sports festival."

He looked over to you, who was now stabbing holes into the desk with a pencil. He wondered what it'd be like to actually fight you. While he brushed it off as a good chance to prove to his father how strong his ice was without him, a part of him looked forward to possibly seeing that just slightly shocked face you'd wear when looking at him for too long.

[hannieehaee]

18+ / mdi

content: loser!chan, virgin!chan, sub!chan, afab reader, smut, dry humping, unprotected sex, penetrative sex, etc.

part 1, part 2, part 3, part 4

wc: 1943

a/n: upon absolutely no demand whatsoever, loser!chan makes a comeback

masterlist

loser!chan who feels like he's about to cum his pants at the sight before him, laying on your bed and mouth agape as his eyes are unable to remove themselves from your figure.

it was like you wanted to kill him. it was already bad enough that you jumped him every single time he crossed the door to your apartment throughout the entirety of the bio project you'd been working on for the past month (his first ever b, a feat due to his lack of ability to concentrate whenever you were sitting in front of him). now, even after the project was done, you kept seeking him out, always giving him insane pleasure with the barest of touches. it was like you got off at the thought of chan cumming with your most minimal effort.

chan couldn't complain, really. he was absolutely obsessed with you. thoughts of you plagued his mind day and night. he couldnt concentrate at school, always looking forward to any time you'd send him a text along the lines of 'miss u channie :c come see me?' you had him at the palm of your hand, and he loved it so bad.

today, you had pulled a new one on him. the two of you arrived at your room, deciding to settle on a movie (that's right! he moved past study buddy to, uh, whatever it was that your relationship was by now). you put on the movie, excusing yourself to go to your restroom really quick. he didnt think too much of it, simply settling on your bed and eating some of the popcorn you had prepared. he had less of a hard time relaxing around you now. it'd been two months since that first time you'd made him cum in his pants when be came over to your place for the first time. now he was able to hold conversations with you, but was still extremely shy when it came to any sexual encounter with you.

his thoughts were unable to progress past that the moment he heard you clear your throat, signaling your return to your room.

holy shit.

the sight before him was one he had only ever pictured in his most intense wet dreams about you (which happened more often that he was willing to admit). you were wearing objectively the prettiest thing he'd ever seen. it was a cute pink lacy set. it was almost completely see-through and with cute little flowers embroidered onto it. it was adorable, but you werent. you were the sexiest thing he had ever seen. he couldve sworn his dick stood right up just at the sight, already leaking with arousal.

"do you like it, channie?", you purred as you crawled on the bed, not bothering with the mess you created upon pushing off the snacks out of your way.

your eyes carried a lust chan had never seen. he felt like prey, and that excited him like crazy.

"y-you .. fuck ..."

"yeah, channie? tell me," you now sat atop his form, which had been him sitting cross-legged on your bed. his hands immediately went to your hips, making you push yourself even closer to him, "tell me what you think. is it pretty? do i look pretty for you, channie?"

he nodded enthusiastically, "yes. you look so ... fuck, so beautiful ... you're perfect."

"aw, thank you, baby. you're so sweet," you had begun pulling off his clothes the moment you sat on him, somehow managing to even get his pants off despite the awkward position (with his help, of course). letting you undress him was second nature to him by now. his body just moved in place to allow you access to his almost completely bare body.

he felt goosebumps form at the way you softly ran your hands throughout the entirety of his skin.

"channie ..."

"yeah?", his eyes couldnt help but stay glued to yours, wide and waiting for whatever command you had for him. he'd do anything you wanted. you were so good and pretty, all for him. it was the least he could do.

"want you ... want you so bad, channie ..." your hips were lightly grinding against his, probably out of second nature by now.

"y-you can have me. i'll give you anything," his hands were running up and down your body, loving how you leaned against his touch.

"anything?"

"yes."

"can i have you, channie? can i ... can i sit on you? fuck. ive been thinking about it nonstop ... just want you so bad, please, channie. can i?"

oh, god. he wasnt going to make it. you were begging for him? all while he was willing to give you anything you wanted. there was no reason to beg, but it was making him lose his mind. the thought of you finally wrapping around him made him moan out loud, digging his head into your neck as his hips instinctively humped against yours.

"baby ... can i? please, please, i'll do anything."

you wanted him dead. there was no other explanation. he was already crying out against your chest, nodding like crazy as he kissed at your skin. he eventually pulled away to look into your eyes, with his own glassy at the insane lust clouding over him.

"yes ... please .. anything. i'll give you anything, just-"

you interrupted him with a kiss, shoving your tongue in his mouth immediately as you pushed him down to lay on his back.

"oh, channie. ive wanted you for so long, you have no idea. i ... can i have it raw, baby? please! just ... ill let you pull out, i promise. im on birth control too. ill take plan b. i dont care. anything, just please, channie ..." you licked at his moaning mouth throughout your entire plea, knowing how much it clouded his mind when you played with his tongue.

he cried against you, begging for you to do whatever you wanted to him. nothing was off-limits. he wanted your cunt more than he had ever wanted anything in his life. he'd do anything for it at this point. lust had completely taken over his mind, making him moan like crazy at any one of your touches.

you made quick work of your lingerie, throwing it off with no care for its state. you had more pressing matters. it seemed like your brain had also been taken over by lust, even showing it in your desperation in ripping off his boxers. the way you wanted him had him throwing his head back. his glasses were completely foggy by now, not allowing him to see you very well. he went to take them off, only to be stopped by you.

"no! baby, keep them on, please. you look so sexy with your glasses, channie. keep them on? for me?" it was impossible to say no to you when your fingers were pulling at his nipples and your bare pussy was grinding against his length.

"y-yeah ... anything you want ..."

"anything? can i sit on you now, then, channie?", yes! you couldve sat on him the moment he first laid eyes on you at the beginning of the semester and he would've thanked all the gods for allowing him such pleasure.

"p-please ... need to feel y- shit!", you interrupted him by finally lowering yourself onto him.

"oh, channie ... fuck ... feel so ... so full," you sighed from above him, speeding up almost immediately at the pleasure.

he had no time to process the feeling, immediately losing his mind to the feeling. there were no coherent thoughts left in him. all he could do was cry as you rode him. you went crazy above him, practically humping him while you cried his name. he finally opened his eyes back up, falling further into insanity at the view in front of him.

your head was thrown back, with your eyes closed shut. one of your hands was on his chest for balance, while the other played with one of your breasts. the view literally made him salivate, having never been able to picture such an erotic image of you in his head no matter how hard he tried. this would ruin him. he was so addicted to you already, he knew that this would only make him fall even deeper.

"f-feel good, channie? tell me. wanna make y- fuck ... wanna make you feel so good."

"y-yes. fuck ... you- you're so perfect ... w- want ... shit. please ..." he had no idea what he was begging for, he just knew he wanted more.

"fuck me, baby. need to feel you. yeah? just ... your hips, baby, please."

he was delirious, but he was conscious enough to follow your every direction, digging his feet flat on the bed and beginning to thrust upwards, lacking any rhythm whatsoever. but it was enough to have you leaning over his chest and crying his name. it was also enough for chan to lose all control and begin ramming into you like a madman.

there was no control left in either of you, just humping against each other like animals in heat. he wanted to cum so badly, but not as bad as he wanted you to cum around him. the thought of you creaming against his dick made him throw his head back against the bed, eyes rolling back.

"ch- channie ... so fucking good. such a good b- boy for me. sweetest boy, shit. you're perfect, channie. and all mine. go- gonna use you all the time now. want you to give it to me every day. you will, wont you? give me what i want? let me sit on you every day? please ... need more ..." it was like you knew exactly which words to say to push his buttons. he'd give you anything you wanted. there was no need for you to ask.

he was about to blow his load, suddenly remembering you said you'd pull him out, but having his thought interrupted by you reading his mind once more.

"inside, channie. please ... i know- know it's not safe, but please ... im on birth control, its okay, channie, just- fuck! oh, channie! shit!", you began moaning uncontrollably, suddenly freezing above him as your walls tightened against him. you had finally reached your peak, dragging him right along with you.

he had orgasmed with you before, but never like this. he couldve sworn he blacked out for a few seconds, feeling his head go completely blank as he let the pleasure consume him. his voice went as high as ever, expressing the loudest moans he had ever let out. by the end of it, you were both empty shells of yourselves, landing against each other's bodies as you attempted to catch your breaths.

"baby ... are you okay? did you like it, channie?", the first thing you did was check on him. it truly made his heart soar.

"i love you."

shit. he hadnt meant to say that. he didnt even know he was feeling it? he was half-aware his feelings for you went past just attraction, but what he had just felt only confirmed it for him. he wanted you all to himself, except now he might lose you over his lack of control over his words after you got a hold on him.

"you do? channie ...'" you paused, "i love you too," you sealed your confession with a peck, still sitting on his dick, but ignoring all the juices traveling between the two of you.

he felt insane relief, deciding to further wrap his arms around you and pull you directly into his chest.

"'m gonna keep you now? mkay? you're all mine now, channie."

god, was he more than okay with that.

[ohbo-ohno]

Kinktober Day 6 - Sadism & Masochism

Ghost x Soap - 1.2k (on ao3)

summary: Ghost appreciates all the things he's done to Soap and thinks about all the things he'd like to do. (Ghost POV)

cw: rough sex, bondage, degradation, spitting, belly bulge, dacryphilia, description of cutting someone during sex, somewhat unhealthy (but consensual) bdsm dynamics, ghost wants to hurt soap very badly and is restraining himself, violent thoughts about hurting someone while having sex, the sex is consensual but ghost fantasizes about forcing johnny, please hear what i am saying and do or don't read accordingly

note: i didnt reread through this one bc it's out of my comfort zone, so pls forgive any glaring mistakes lol

Ghost snarls as he fucks more harshly into the bound body beneath him, Soap’s whines and moans echoing off the walls as he squirms in his bindings. The ropes are tied too tightly – not so much that they’ll cut off circulation, but enough that Johnny’s wrists are red and irritated and will be for days.

Simon’s lips peel back from his teeth, expression twisted into something mean as he drags his nails down Johnny’s chest, irritating the cuts he’d spent hours on earlier. Each one placed so they blend in among his other scars, deep enough to drip steadily but not so deep that they’d need stitches. The dark red trails against Johnny’s tan skin makes Ghost’s pale hands look even more out of place, reminds him that he’s out of place above Johnny’s body, doing something he shouldn��t be.

It only makes his cock harder, the thought that Johnny doesn’t deserve this, that he’s only putting up with it for Ghost. It doesn’t matter much either way – if Johnny didn’t want to give, that wouldn’t stop Simon from taking – but Ghost knows Johnny’s nowhere near as much of a masochist as Simon is a sadist. Knowing that Johnny’s forcing himself to endure what Ghost wants, just so he can get fucked…

“Whore,” Simon spits, forcing Johnny’s knee flat to the bed when he starts kicking out in defense. “You’re just a whore for me, huh? That all you wanna be?”

Johnny arches his back, degradation always quick to get him begging for more. “Yeah, yeah, just for you, L.t.”

Ghost twists one of Johnny’s nipples far past the point of pleasure, watching avidly as Johnny’s mouth pops open into a perfect o, the pain shocking him quiet. Ghost leans forward as much as he can without forcing himself to stop fucking the stretched hole beneath him, and spits onto Johnny’s face.

“Mine, yeah?” He rumbles, gathering enough spit to do it again, making sure to hit Johnny’s cheekbone this time. His eyes are bright and dazed, too fucked-out to care much about what’s going on if it doesn’t include him getting off. Simon grabs him by the jaw, smearing the spit over his face with his free hand and shaking him roughly.

“Sir, fuck,” Johnny gasps, hips working to try and push himself further onto Ghost’s cock. Ghost knows that’s all he cares about, knows Soap would let him do just about anything as long as it meant a fat cock in his ass and at least one orgasm. 

“Gonna let me do whatever I want to you, then?” Ghost goads, big hand still pushing at Johnny’s face. He smacks him soundly a few times, relishes in the way his skin goes from pink to red, backhands the other cheek to make it match. 

He grips Johnny tight by the jaw again, pushing his lips out into a pout that he can bite, drawing another whine from Johnny’s raw throat.

He pulls back again a moment later, holds himself up with a hand placed over Johnny’s chest, gives him enough of his weight to make sure it’s a little harder to breathe. He trains his eyes on the bulge in Johnny’s gut, the outline of his cock visible.

Ghost wants to slam his fist there, listen to Johnny choke as he keeps fucking him, maybe see him struggle for breath. He’d be able to feel his hand on his own cock, could give himself that spike of pain that always makes his orgasms last longer.

He doesn’t, though, and manages to keep his fingers spread flat instead of tucked up into a fist. There’s a line for how much he can make Johnny take every time, and he has to push it forward slowly if he doesn’t want Soap to crumble to dust beneath him.

He wants to hurt Johnny, but that doesn’t mean he wants to break him. 

He knows that he’ll probably never be able to do everything he wants with Johnny – for as kinky as the Scot is, even he would back away if he could see the fantasies Ghost dreams about. But no one’s ever let Ghost do as much as Soap has, and that’s enough for him.

Johnny squirms beneath as Ghost fuck him, and Simon’s sure he’ll be limping tomorrow. He’d stretched him as little as he could get away with, using as little lube as he could to make sure it would sting when he slid inside. Johnny had cried until Ghost was buried hilt deep, and then he’d traded the crying for sobbing.

His face is soaked in his own tears and Ghost’s spit, and it makes his suffering that much more pronounced. Johnny’s dripping in evidence of what Simon’s done to him. 

He wants to make things ten times worse. He wants to bend Johnny over the sink and shove him face first into the mirror, wants to refuse to reset his broken nose until Johnny makes him come, wants to watch the tears on his face mix with blood – he’d lick the cuts when he was done, get a taste right from the source and listen to Johnny whine about the sting. He wants to brush his teeth every morning and look into a mirror he broke with Johnny’s face, knows Johnny would blush every time he washed his hands and had to see it.

Ghost runs his nails down sensitive skin, leaving behind pink streaks in his wake and thinks about standing on Johnny’s chest, making him hold his full weight. He’d wear his combat boots, the ones with rough soles that could leave red marks for hours. He’d jack off on Johnny’s face, watch him desperately try to get a deep enough breath to beg. Maybe piss on him a bit – Soap hates that, hates the stench and the taste, but that just makes Simon want to do it more.

He’s already gotten Johnny used to the knife. He could force him to his knees, fuck him from the back with a hand wrapped in his mohawk and another keeping the blade steady at his throat. Johnny’s tender headed, gets bitchy quick when Ghost tugs him around by his dumbass haircut, and Ghost can imagine just how he’d panic when he realized leaning away from the hand in his hair meant leaning towards the knife. 

Ghost wants to hurt Johnny. Wants to kick him and hit him, tie him up in ways that make his joints scream then whip him until he bleeds, wants to bend him in half so Johnny can watch as his cock wrecks his hole. Wants to share a bed and listen to him bitch and moan all night about how he can’t get comfortable because of the pain, then beg for more when he wakes up hard the next morning. 

He settles for this, for now – for streaks of red from shallow cuts, for swollen nipples and lips and a cock so red and achy that it can’t be anything but painful. 

Ghost can be patient. For Johnny, he can go slowly. He knows that they’ll get closer to what he needs someday, that he can make Johnny stretch enough for the both of them.

[only-omo]

characters who "dont wet".

and by that i mean characters who always have enough bladder control that even when they are past their limit and urine is slowly dribbling down their legs, thats all it ever is. no forceful wetting, no "loss of control", not completely. just leaking every few minutes until they can hold it again. sometimes big leaks that immediately give them away (or dont, but now they cant move without being caught so), throwing those around them into a panic; sometimes smaller leaks that are easier to hide in terms of damage, but so much harder in terms of the strain it puts on their bladder to only let out so little

and it really is something special, because it can get to a point where their pants are notably soaked to the hems, maybe even a small puddle or two depending on if theyve been walking around, and theyre still squirming like mad, or trying not to, because this is damage that happened over the course of nearly an hour or more.

eventually if theyre with people someones gonna ask why they dont just give up already, theyve already fully wet themselves in terms of damage, and doing it this way is really doing nothing but causing way more damage than necessary. because at this point even if they wanted to hide it still - i mean, it is horribly embarrasing to consistently wet yourself over the span of an hour (or more) i think - its painfully obvious every time they leak, their clothes too soaked to absorb it quick enough, unavoidably leading to small-to-incredibly-messy puddles each time.

whether theyre able to answer the person or just stutter and get out not much more than "i dont know", they cant bring themselves to intentionally stop holding, despite the risks, and the only way to fully empty their bladder not at a toilet would be to intentionally choose to wet. so they keep "holding".

from here it will go one of two ways, either they finally get access to a bathroom, where they will likely suffer latch-key incontinence and finally fully lose control on the way from the door to the toilet, likely not able to do anything but maybe sit down to try to minimize mess, otherwise just staring as urine re-soaks their pants and gathers on the floor underneath them (and its obvious they re-wet, so they cant pretend they made it, potentially leading to comments from someone about why they bothered so hard just to not make it anyway, to their utter embarrassment). or they dont find a bathroom, and theres nothing they can do but keep trying to hold it.

now i know from experience that around this point you really do start to feel sick, but its in an exhilaratingly horrible way. your body starts to fight itself to the point where it actually changes your thought pattern. and not in the typical "ohmygodohmygodineedtopee" type of way that some people arent susceptible to, but in a strange way where the most logical thing in existence at that moment is that they should not be holding their pee, regardless of location, as if societal standards didnt exist, as if it truly didnt matter where they peed or what they were wearing when they did it. the way their bladder is so confused it cant do much but dully ache, no longer sharp or threatening leaks, but still the most pressing thing on their mind.

their bladder will actually shut their brain down, reverting them to basic instinct, and theres a good chance at some point their bladder will contract, and the only thing they can physically do is not only just let it out, but actively push it out as hard as they can, and if they could think it would feel intentional, the way their muscles are locked forcefully contracting as if almost by choice, completely negating the previous struggle of eventually regaining control; but they arent thinking, and that choice is more "dont die" than it is "wet myself".

obviously, its messy. its messy and its sudden, as they likely started to go despondent as the sickly feeling hit. its sudden, and its messy, and its loud. theyre not only just wetting themself, but pushing as if the urine was burning their bladder, and they have to get it out (not too far from the truth). trying not only to get out every last drop, but to get out the last drop as soon as possible. and there isnt any relief until a good minute or so after they finish, so theyre wetting with that full force, as if their bladder were still full, the entire time - which is likely a good minute or two, as despite everything theyve lost until now, their bladder was still mostly full - until it suddenly cuts off. it will get everywhere, and itll have everyones attention, and then itll be silent, aside from the light pattering of stray urine that hasnt yet reached the floor.

the most common response would likely be speechlessness, people arent used to bladders that can cause that much of an issue, even incontinent people usually just wet and get it over with.

and the wetters brain will only kick back on after theyre empty, though still in an almost daze of all the sensations and emotions. theyve been sitting in their slowly growing shame for at least an hour at this point so the social repercussions arent really hitting them (though they definitely will as the adrenaline drops), and theyre mostly focused on the stressful feeling of knowing that this must be horribly unhealthy, to end up feeling that way, and to just be primarily aware of the fact that they just totally pissed themself; more than they are anything that means, aside from that theyre soaked.

[bosinclairsgff]

hey there how are you doing ? :D hope everything is going great with you and in your life <3 i want to send a request if u still take these if not then im just dropping this words of appreciation and encouragment <3

lemme tell you that your writing is amazing and a super immersive experience with out fav slashers and your depiction are soo freaking accurate *_* , i was just reading your headcanons on how slashers smells like and how they react to self harm it brought tears to my eyes <3

i was like damn thats exactly how imagined it , tho the Herbert one was a little colder lol , i thought he would break at the end but he didnt (ouch) lol but ig actions speaks louder than words with him ^^

so here's my request if u feel like it <3 i just remember we never get enough of Herbert ,so , either a one shot or headcanons style, as you like ^^

so NSFW Herbert WestXFemreader who is his newly girlfriend , and his fan and numéro uno supporter to his theory (myby even helped alot as a scientist herself ,cuz i see him more likely to fall for someone like himself bcz look at the size of his ego lol ) but how would be like the touchy-feely side with him? the feelings side and the seggs in particular ;)), im curious about how u envision reader leading him to explore their sexuality and more kinks together 3:) ,,, like uhh idk bondage ?(him receiving) ik too basic lol but basically add any kinks you see fit him 3:)

Thanks so much for all the incredibly kind words! I hope I can give you what you want! I have a tiny bit of writers block so I’m sorry if this is t exactly what you wanted 😟🫶🏻

Herbert West NSFW Head canons

- Herbert is definitely a virgin when you meet him. He’s never really cared much for sex or anything like that. Sure he’s jerked off a few times but it never did much for him.

- You are the first girl who makes him nervous and feel something he’s never felt before.

- Herbert probably doesn’t know a bunch about kinks and stuff, you’d have to teach him.

- The first time you guys sleep together your on top, riding him. He’d last surprisingly long. Herbert wouldn’t know how to touch you so you’d have to put his hands on your waist and tell him to help move you. He’d do as he’s told and make the cutest whimpers.

- His sex drive isn’t super high but now that he has you he finds himself getting horny more often. He still gets nervous about bringing up sex and other things so he usually hints at it but ultimately let’s you bring it up.

- You’d have to show him different kinds of kinks. Also, he’s a switch after a while he’d get more confident and would want to be on top, be in control. He likes it when you tie his hands to the bed frame and please him like that. He’ll struggle when he gets close to cumming and pull at the ties. He just wants to touch you so bad.

- I also think Herbert would like watching you touch yourself in front of him. He’d like to instruct you and tell you how good your being for him.

- Herbert doesn’t care for quickies, unless he’s very busy and will continue to be busy all night/day. Then he’ll bend you over his desk and fuck you real quick.

[soggyriceee]

OH MY GOD I GOT AN IDEA!!!!

A CONTINUATION TO THE RED HANDED BUT THIS TIME LIKE THE YANDERE THING ALSO GETS TO THE READER AND SHE KILLS SOMEONE FOR KÖNIG??? LIKE SHE KNOWS KÖNIG LOVES HER THE MOST BUT SHE STILL GOT JEALOUS WHEN KÖNIG MET A NICE GIRL NEIGHBOR IN THE NEW TOWN????

Gosh that would be so good what you think?

red handed pt 2 | Yandere!Konig

summary: what the request says above :P

warnings: murder, mentions of blood, Yandere!konig and f!reader, unprotected p in v, oral, fingering(f receiving)

about 6 months had passed since Konig's killing. you both moved out of state, yet to hear of anything regarding a dead body. it was still nerve wracking of course, but you and Konig were so fucking obsessed with each other you hadn't had time to realize it. Konig was still as crazy as he was before. he hadn't gone as far as to kill someone just yet, but you'd happily watch him beat the shit out of the drunk guys who tried to take you home. sometimes, you'd end up flirting with a guy on purpose just to watch Konig fuck him up.

"why do you d-do this to me mommy" he would whine into your neck as he fucked into you faster, pressing you further against the wall of the club you were both in. the guy he just beat up twitching beneath you both, watching him fuck into you. he'd always done that. drag the guy out into the alley way right beside the club, fuck him up and then make him watch you get absolutely fucked by him.

when you both moved you had a serious conversation with Konig about freedom. and he agreed, wanting you to ultimately be happy. but under the condition he'd be everywhere you are, no matter what. you needed to use the bathroom in public? he'd make sure it was a one person bathroom. you wanted to try a dress on? he was in there with you. he would be glued to your hip, never letting you go so far as a foot in front of him.

so if confused and hurt you when you saw him from the living room, talking to another girl outside your home. in her hand was a big basket of cookies. you couldn't hear the conversation all that much, but you knew it must have been something amusing considering the large smile on her face. and for the first time ever, in the years you both have been together, you felt genuine anger ; jealousy even. and that feeling only grew when she handed him two cookies in a stupid little ziplock bag.

when he walked into the house, your eyes remained glued to the girl as she made her way back down the street. " mommy some girl gave me cookies. would you like to try one?" he asked, hopping over to sit next to you on the couch. but you simply got up, tears of anger burning your eyes. you walked quickly into your shared room, slamming the door and locking it. Konig was not too far behind, asking you what was wrong, what did he do?

you didnt like feeling this way. it was an emotion you've never had to experience before in your life. you weren't ignorant to the fact your boyfriend was attractive. I mean, what woman doesn't love a 6'10 man, who looks like he can kill someone with one punch? it scared you a bit, the weight on your chest growing as you tried to figure out how you felt. why jealousy and anger felt so bad, mentally and physically.

"mommy p-please talk to me." you heard Konig cry from outside. but you couldnt bring yourself to talk to him right now. why did he take the cookie? why was he even talking to her? was she pretty to him? so many thoughts were running through your head, it made your chest feel even more heavy, but your head light. you laid onto the bed, letting the sobs come out into the pillow. and Konig was quick to hear them.

"why are you crying? what happened? did I do something, was it me?" he asked, banging on the door. and for some reason that angered you more. how could he not know what he did wrong? was it only okay for him to talk to girls, while you couldnt even look at a guy before hes put to the ground in a bloody puddle?

you were so in your head, you hadn't realized how heavy Konig's attack on the door had become. you jumped up when the door snapped in half in an uneven horizontal line. I mean, what wooden door had even the slightest chance against Konig? you wipd you eyes as you watched him kick open the door more, allowing himself in. " k-konig our fucking security deposit is-" "I dont care about that. your locking yourself in a room crying, thinking I won't fucking break in?" he cut you off, striding over to you. his own eyes were red, wet with tears. "why are you shutting me out.. what is going on?" he asked as he sat next to you.

you sniffled and wiped your eyes, looking into his chest. " the girl.. why do you have to talk to her?" you mumbled, feeling the anger crawl right back up into you, thinking about her smiling up at him. with those big brown eyes. she had her makeup done and everything, something Konig had asked for you to do only on special occasions. " oh mommy.." he whispered, scooting closer to you. he pulled you into his lap, your thighs on either side of his. he smiled up at you, wiping the last few tears that dropped from your eyes. " she was asking me around the neighborhood. thats all I swear." "then why was she smiling so hard." you counter attacked, looking into his eyes now. " because I told her the streets can be a bit confusing. which they are, aren't they? we get lost all the time coming back from our dates." he replied calmly, taking your hand and pressing a kiss to each knuckle.

you watched as he continued to press kisses onto your hand, flipping it over and placing one on your palm. you sighed and smiled at him, the anger you felt completely gone. "Ill throw the cookies away. they dont even look that good anyways mommy." he finally said after a few moments of silence. you smiled down at him and nodded, giving him a quiet 'thank you'.

~~

the week got no better though. in fact, it got even worse.

" hi Konig~" you'd hear her say from the front door. you were in the kitchen, making you and Konig dinner. but when he answered the door, your eyes immediately shot up. and your grip on the knife grew stronger when you heard her stupid voice.

" I just wanted to invite you to my party. my 21st.." she said. from the kitchen you were able to see her hand him an envelope. "oh th-thank you but uhm.. I dont really do parties." he said, looking at the envelope in her hand. but she was persistent. she took his wrist, placing the card in his hands. she kept her hand on his wrist for a while, too long for comfort. " well it will be fun. and plus.." she was now in the doorway, pressed against his chest. of course, Konig had backed away slowly, but that didnt stop her from entering in more.

it was amazing how the knife in your hand wasn't already lodged into her throat. " you never know what type of fun you could have." she said, letting his wrist go. Konig's eyes moved up to your quickly, watching how you stared her down. and she didn't follow his gaze too long after. " oh, hi! are you his.. sister?" she asked, giving you a small wave. but you didnt say a word. you were too focused on not cutting her throat open. she looked awkwardly away, mumbling an 'okay' before turning back to Konig. " well I hope to see you there." she said, grazing his hand as she walked out the house.

you watched the door absentmindedly, the skin on your knuckles feeling like it could rip open. " mommy im not go-" you turned away from him talking, clenching your jaw to try and stop the tears from falling out. he quickly made his way over to you, the card being tossed right into the trash. he turned you around, grabbing your face to look up at him. " im not going. im sorry she said that to you I should've said something. please dont shut me out again." he said, his eyes darting across your face.

but your chest felt heavy all over, the hot tears stinging your eyes. you pulled out of his grasp, walking away from him. he followed after you, telling you to stop and listen to him. but you couldnt shake the sight of her being so close to him, calling you his sister. it formed a whole new feeling of rage, worse that last time.

just as you got to the bathroom he gripped your arm, pulling you into his chest. " I dont wanna talk to you get away from me." you said, shoving him back. well, trying to. but he stayed put, looking down at you try and push him away. "just stop for a minuet." he finally said, pushing you against the sink counter. you yelped in pain, your back instantly hurting from the force. he barricaded you between him, his arms on either side of you. " why are you acting like this to me mommy? I-i told you I dont like her.. I won't go to the party." he said, his tone softer than it was a few seconds ago.

but you couldnt give him a response. cause you didnt even know why yourself. it confused you, made you feel like you were crazy. or maybe you were crazy, just as crazy as Konig. he lifted your chin, looking down at you with teary eyes. " cant you see this is hurting me? when you shut me out like this?" he said softly. "please mommy just.." his eyes again went to darting around your face before her backed up, grabbing your hand. he led you to the room, shoving you onto the bed. he laid beside you, pulling you into his chest. "im never ever going to leave you. ever. I promise. so please, stop shutting me out when this happens.. please mommy." he said softly, wrapping you in his arms stronger.

you felt bad, crying over some girl you knew he'd never leave you for. he killed a man for you for crying out loud. what says I love you more than that? you nodded your head, giving him a meek 'okay'. but that didnt stop the urge to want to hurt her. hurt her for touching him, coming in your house. but you kept that to yourself.

~~ Konig had fallen asleep with you in his arms, snoring softly in your ear. and as much as you wanted to stay here with him, you couldnt shake the image of her in your house. it had been hours since it happened, you laying in his chest. and he had thought you'd fallen asleep. but you've been waiting for him to fall asleep instead, mentally preparing for what you were about to do. you knew it was wrong. and you scared yourself just thinking about it. but there was something in the back of your head that told you this was the right thing to do.

prying his arms off of you, you scooted off the bed. the clock read 11:42 PM in bright red letters. people were asleep by this time, right? you made your way to the kitchen, reaching into the trash where Konig threw the invitation. you took the mental note of the mini herts around her name, Jasmine. opening it, you scanned the card for her address.

" got it." you mumbled to yourself. throwing the card back into the trash, you made your way deeper into your kitchen. at first you just wanted to give more of a warning to just ease off of him. but in case that didnt work, you had a second plan. you weren't even worried about breaking into this woman's house, murdering her in her bed. and that is what kinda scared you the most. the lack of care or worry you had. you simply just wanted to get any potential threat to your relationship gone. plus, Konig did this for you. maybe he'd find it just as hot as you did.

you scanned the kitchen, searching for anything that would do enough damage, but was small enough to hide. you also began to think about how you'd go about this. you couldnt hide her body in her own home, that would be you asking to get caught. cant hide her in your own house. you then remembered the lake that was about a 15 minuet drive from your house. you smiled to yourself as you decided thats where you'd hide her body.

in that same moment, you found a pair of metal scissors, large round circles at the top to act as handles. perfect. sharp and long enough to stab her deep. shoving them into your pockets, you made your way to the front door, putting on your shoes. you needed to be quick, you knew. but the bigger issue was getting the car over to her house without waking up Konig.

you grabbed his keys from the mail desk and quietly made you way out the door, sure to keep Konig from waking up. when you were outside you quickly made it into his car and drove off, heading right for this Jasmine girls house.

~~ the windows were surprisingly open, a bit of an idiot move on her end. but you were assuming it was because of the heat outside. you made your way to the side of the house, finding a window open enough for you to slide in. you peeked inside, looking around to see if she was around. when you determined she wasn't, you squeezed your way through the window, landing flat on her rug.

almost like it was scripted, she walked out into the living room, jumping and screaming when she saw you. but you shook your hands, trying your best to shush her. " oh my GOD what are you doing in here?" she yelled, picking up a tiny vase that was on her table. "its your neighbor. I just needed-" she cut you off with a "yea I know who you are.", looking up and down at you. you bit the inside of your cheek. " if you needed something the door was right there for you to knock on you creep." she said, gripping the vase move.

the word 'creep' made you almost giggle. how were you a creep? you were simply protecting what was yours. " I just came to tell you to back off of Konig. he doesn't like you, and we've been together for a few years now. woman to woman, you need to respect that." you said, eyeing her down with the most serious gaze you can make. " oh please, im visibly younger than you, hotter too. Konig would be blessed to have me in his bed at night than you." she smirked, pushing her hair behind her ear.

she was right, about her being younger. but more attractive was what stuck with you. Konig always called you beautiful, sexy, pretty. every adjective to describe a good looking person. so it wasn't that you took offense to what she said. it was more so her stupidity and ignorance that got to you. " konig wouldn't spend 10 minuets with you alone Jasmine. so im asking you kindly to back off." you said, trying your hardest to keep your composure. cause its not like you want to kill her, but if your message went unreceived then..

"listen here lady, I dont have time to deal with your insecurities. if I want him ill 100% get him. now get out my house before I call the police." she said, her tone changing into a more angry one. for a moment you almost charged at her, but you had a different idea in mind.

"fine." you said, walking towards her front door. she eyes you down the whole time, watching to see if you made any sudden movements. and when you got to be right in front of her, you stopped. " im giving you one last chance.. keep away from him." she smirked, tilting her head to the side. " or.. what?" she asked.

your hands practically moved themselves now, smashing the vase in her hands to the ground, pushing her onto the floor. you placed one hand over her mouth, trying hard to not have her screams wake the whole neighborhood, the other digging in your pocket for the scissors. you sat your body on her legs to stop her kicking, her arms reaching up trying to push you off.

"just stay fucking still" you mumbled, your hand coming from your pocket to land a punch onto her face. she stopped, holding her now bruised cheek. " your f-fucking crazy" she cried, looking up at you. you ignored her comment, grabbing the scissors from your pocket. her face went pale, watching you smile at the shiny, silver weapon in your hand.

" I wouldn't say im crazy.. just possessive over whats mine." you said, trailing the scissors down her body, starting at her chin. her lip trembled, tears threatening to fall. " o-okay ill back off." she shuddered, her body tensed up. a small smile spread to your lips, your eyes meeting her scared ones. " oh but I gave you that chance a while ago.. " you said, eying her body trying to determine where to lodge the scissors into first. "I-i know but im serious I will just please.. please" she cried, her arms trying to cover her body.

you looked at her and for a moment, you felt sympathy. but the memory of her walking into your home, touching Konig, calling you his sister. it all made the anger come right back into you and you couldnt stop the scissors from lodging into her throat. blood shot out immediately, your hand grasping firmly around the scissors. her mouth fell open, a silent scream escaping her. and you just watched her, watched as the dark red blood poured out from her neck, her mouth too. it was satisfying to see a potential threat to your relationship gone.

you pulled the scissors out again, her blood flooding out faster now, squirting onto your face and neck. her hand reached over to cover it as best she could, her gaze still on yours. you watched as she struggled, choking on her own blood. so much so, you hadn't heard Konig's voice outside her window.

your body jerked up from the slowly dying body below you, looking out the same window you came from. outside, Konig stood, his eyes wide. and a part of you didnt feel scared. or worried. you felt proud sticking up for what was yours. you crawled off her body, placing the scissors down as you walked to the window. "mommy.. what did you do?" he asked, looking at you.

"I uhm.. I" you didnt have much to say, despite the lack of care you felt for the girl. but he didnt look angry, or scared. he just looked shocked. " can you let me inside?" he asked, nodding to the front door. as you walked past Jasmine, you realize she had completely stopped moving now, her hand laid flat on her side. blood still gushed out the side of her neck, the living room filling with the smell of blood.

opening the door, you looked into Konig's eyes. " I-im sorry.. I got jealous and- no. im not sorry" you were just talking at this point, rambling on about how you felt like what you did was right, and she deserved it. and Konig simply listened, leaning against the door frame, looking down at you with the softest smile you've seen from him yet. " a..are you not mad?" you whispered, looking to his chest.

and for a moment it was quiet. until his hands griped your waist, lifting you into his arms. before you could say much else, his lips pressed onto yours, his teeth clashing against your own. his tongue slid right into your mouth, his thumbs rubbing circles on your hips. Your arms flung around his neck, scissors still in hand.

kicking the door closed, he made his way to the living room, placing you on the couch. " did that for me mommy?" he mumbled, moving from your lips to your jaw. you nodded quickly, watching him move down your body. " so cute mommy.. just like me huh?" he keened, his fingers slipping under the waistband of your pants. his fingers wrapped right around your underwear, pulling them from your sticky, wet cunt. he flicked it back, sighing at the sound of your slick combining with your wet panties. " so wet mommy.. my goodness." he whispered.

he slid his hand from your pants, pulling them down right after. he moaned at the sight of your soaked panties, his fingers tracing over the spot. bucking your hips up, you let out a whimper, needing more than just his light touch. and he knew it, thats the whole reason he was doing this. " mommy you just killed someone.. think you deserve a reward now?" he cooed, looking up at you from between your legs. you nodded your head, the scissors in your hands dropping. "please.. please" you whimpered, pleading with him. he chuckled, licking his lips.

" want your baby boy to fuck you next to her huh? wanna get fucked next to the girl you just killed for me?" he asked, spreading your legs in butterfly position. he blew gently on your wet panties, earning a soft hum from above. " y-yes please.. " you ask breathlessly, looking down at him. he giggled and pressed a soft kiss on your inner thigh, licking a long stripe up to your clothed cunt. bucking your hips up to meet his lips. he shook his head, pressing another kiss to your thigh. " patience mommy.." he muttered, looking up at you.

you cursed under your breath, closing your eyes. you waited for him to touch you, do anything. and finally his fingers slipped under your panties to your throbbing cunt, the sound of your slick filling the once silent room. he gasped, loving how soaked his fingers already were. " so wet for me mommy.. you like killing for your baby boy huh?" he whispered, moving his middle and ring finger up and down your cunt, collecting every drop of slick that comes from you. " y-yes i.. want to prot-tect whats mine" you groaned, waiting for him to go for your clit.

a small whimper came from below you, his fingers slipping over your hole. you clenched around air, your leg shaking in impatience. " Konig please s-stop teasing just.. fuck me." you begged, pushing your hips down to look for his fingers. he smiled below you, sucking his fingers into his mouth. he hummed before sliding them into your cunt, both of you gasping at the feeling. " so slippery mommy.." he cooed, sliding his fingers all the way out before pushing them back in. your head pressed onto the couch, mouth formed in an 'O' shape. "

he curled his fingers up, finding your spongey G spot soon after. " is that the spot mommy? that the spot you need me at?" he whispered, watching how his fingers slide out your cunt, covered in your slick. "y-yes Konig k..keep going" you whined, your hips bucking up.

he was knuckle deep now, slowly finessing in a third finger that made your back arch up. you felt how your cunt expanded around his fingers, prepping you for his dick. your cunt made squelching noises, your slick bubbling out of you. it was embarrassing how wet you were, especially when you just took someones life. but maybe thats why you were so wet. because you were getting fucked for protecting what was yours. " wanna fuck you mommy.. need my dick in you." he whimpered, blowing onto your clit, his fingers picking up pace.

the knot in the pit of your stomach came quick, his fingers thrusting against your g spot, desperately trying to get you to cum. " come on mommy cum on me, I need it.. need it so bad." he begged, watching how his fingers slowly painted white. his begging added to that knot's desperation of letting go, and it only got stronger when you felt his tongue on your clit. you gasped, your hands finding his hair and gripping onto it desperately. " f-fuck Konig~ s'good" you cried, thighs pressing to the side of his head.

he growled at that, gripping the sides of your thighs and pushing them harder against his head. " come on mommy cum for me, please fucking cum for me" he begged, sucking your clit into his mouth. and that was all it took before your hips began to buck against his face, your face twitching in pleasure as his tongue lapped up your cum, his fingers still moving in and out your cunt. your hands gripped onto his shoulders firmly, your thighs still squeezing his head. " thats it mommy.. just like that" he whispered, slowly licking up your cunt, collecting the rest of whatever came from your cunt as it spasmed around his fingers.

he sat up, licking his lips as he looked over to the lifeless body. " come here mommy.. want you to show me just how much I am yours" he asked, sitting back on the couch. he watched you slowly sit up, your body still shaking from the orgasm that just took over your body. as he watched you, he pulled his dick out, watching it hit his lower abdomen.

Konig liked this new side of you. a lot. it made him feel like he wasn't alone in being crazy. he liked to feel like he was wanted as much as he wanted you. it made him fall for you all over again, if that was even possible.

crawling onto his lap, you looked down at him, hazy eyes and wet lips. your cheeks were flushed red, just the way he loved to see you. he smiled, cupping your cheek with his hand. pulling you down for a kiss, he took his other hand, grabbing the base of his dick. " come on mommy.. show me who's dick this is" he whispered against your lips, tugging your bottom lip gently.

pulling away from him, you looked down to his lap. you watched as his tip disappeared into your cunt, only to watch more disappear right in front of you. "f-fuck" you whimpered, feeling him stretch you out whole. " come on just.. a bit.. more" he groaned, pushing you fully down after the 'more'. you let out a silent gasp, looking into his eyes. his eyes were hooded, head slowly falling forward with his bottom lip sucked between his teeth. " s-so warm" he whined, hugging your waist.

you caught your breath, slowly beginning to bounce onto his dick. your hands found his shoulders, gripping them for supports while your chest pressed against his. " come on you can do better than that mommy" he whispered, his arms falling to allow his hands to grip your hips, moving him up and down faster. he leaned back against the couch, watching you from above. " come on mommy.. tell me im yours. f-fuck me like.. like im yours" he moaned, watching himself disappear into your cunt and reappear all over.

you leaned down to his ear, gripping the side of his neck. " y-your all mine Konig.. nobody c-can ride you like this huh? nobody can make you c..cum like I can" you moaned, picking up the pace and finding your own rhythm. your other hand remained on his shoulder, your head lodged into his neck. " no m-mommy... only - fuck - only you" he whined, his hips bucking up just slightly.

leaning back, you gripped his face, forcing him to look at you. your hips stopped as well, his full length inside your sloppy cunt. " d-did I say you can move your hips? take what I give you." you told him, gripping his face harder with the last few words. he whimpered a 'sorry mommy' looking in your eyes with his shiny, big ones. you smiled, resuming your rhythm and slow pace.

it was agonizing for him. having to feel every inch of his dick slowly get the attention he desperately needs. his eyes still looked up at you, pleading with your own to pick up the pace. but you were, in a way, teaching him a lesson. he'd always been rough with you in bed, despite the title he gives you. now it was your turn to act upon that title accordingly. and you wanted nothing less than a whimpering, blubbery mess below you.

" gonna teach you to not talk to another g-girl every again" you mumbled, slowly sliding up and off of him before slamming down on his length, clenching around him. his head fell back against the couch, his mouth ajar. " m-mommy please g..go faster. I need it I c-cant stand this pace" he whined, his arms letting go of you and instead, his hands gripping your waist. he was lucky you were letting him touch you, you wanted to make sure he didnt forget it was a privilege right now.

taking his hands from your waist, you pinned them on either side of his head. he opened his eyes, looking back at you with pleading ones. " no pl-please mommy let me touch you. I fucking need to touch you" he begged, shaking his head. but you only watched him, a smile across your lips as your hips rose and slammed back down onto his lap.

his skin was shiny, a win bulging out the side of his neck. try as he might, he couldnt stop his hips from bucking up. " c-cant take it mommy.. need more" he whined, his hips picking up the pace.

you knew you were weak compared to Konig, but you weren't expecting him to completely over power you. his hands broke free of your grasp, clutching onto your hips and slamming up into you. your head fell back, hands going to grip his shoulders. " thats it mommy take it.. oh fuck take it" he groaned, his head falling into your neck. his lips sucked hickies right onto the most noticeable parts of your skin, pulling and biting at the skin.

" s-so good Konig.. all mine~" you cooed, bouncing your hips to meet his pace. his tip hit the deepest part of your cunt, making you feel so full around his cock. " s'good mommy.. you feel so fucking good" he choked out, gripping onto your hips stronger. " wanted to fucking tease me didn't you? make me beg for your pussy.." he whispered, one of his hands slipping between your thighs to rub your clit. " knowing I can take t-this pussy however I want" he groaned, moving your hips faster.

he looked up into your eyes, blood from your neck coating his lips. " look so good beneath me.." you whispered, clenching around his dick. he whimpered, the image of blood and pleasure covering your face making his dick pulse inside you. his thumbs pressed into your hips, his breathing growing fast and strong. " mommy im so close.. fuck im g-gonna cum" he whined, his head falling back. his Adams apple bounced up and down, his lips parted.

your hand found the back of his head, yanking his head to look at you. " look at me when you cum" you told him, looking into his doe eyes. his mouth was still open, drool coming from his plump lips. " m'sorry m-mommy" he whimpered, looking into your eyes. your clenched around him, loving how submissive he was for you. " its okay baby.. come on cum inside me. fill me up" you cooed to him, giving him a small smile.

his whimpers picked up in consistency, his breathing growing rapid as well. " g-gonna - fuck , o-oh fuck " he cried, bucking his hips up into you. his arms clung to your waist, soft cries coming from him. " f..fuck" he breathed out, slightly loosening his grip on you. but of course you weren't done.

your hips continued to bounce up and down on him, his teeth sinking into your collar bone. " m-mommy wait i.. I cant- cant take it" he cried out, his grip returning on your waist. but you weren't listening to him. your hips instead picked up in pace, chasing after your own high. his cum ran down his dick, adding to his stimulation. " w-well take it" you muttered, hand still holding the back of his head. you pulled his hair so he was looking at you. his eyes were watery, shiny. drool slid down his chin, the blood from your body coating his lower face as well.

with each slam of your hips, Konig gave you a pathetic whimper, his eyes begging you to slow down and give him a break. but you couldnt do it. you felt too good to stop now. his hand that was once on your clit was replaced by your own, adding to the pleasure. " oh g-god" you moaned, head falling back. your boobs bounced in his face, adding to the orgasm that was forming all over for him. " mommy p-please" he cried, trying to hold you down. but you kept going, watching as the tears fell from his eyes.

and for some reason that only added to your stimulation. " awe baby dont.. dont cry" you cooed, letting go of the back of his head. his legs were shaking beneath you, his dick twitching inside you. and you felt close yourself, the way his dick hit your cervix so painfully well, grazing over your spongey g spot. it was perfect.

" mommy I-its too much.. please" he begged, feeling his dick yet again twitch inside you. your fingers rubbed faster onto your clit, watching his body spasm beneath you. " I-im gonna cum again mommy i.. I can't" he cried, another load of his cum shooting inside you. he clung onto you, crying into your chest. his whole body spasmed, still cumming inside you. " good boy s-such a - oh my god~" your body stiffened on top of him, head falling back and mouth ajar. your cum coated his sticky, wet dick, adding to the squelching noises coming from your pussy.

sweat and blood poured down your body, staining your clothes and his. small whimpers left his lips, his hips bucking up into you every now and then. " I l..love it when you use me like that mommy." he breathed out, pressing a kiss to your chest. your smiled, pressing a kiss to his forehead. " wanna help me dunk her in the lake?" you asked, slipping off him. he whimpered at the loss of touch, your cum and his completely glazed over him, dripping down to his balls. it was such a hot scene in front of you.

so much so, you couldnt help yourself from getting on your knees, taking his cock in your mouth. gasping, he tried to pull away, shaking his head quickly. " p-please I cant take it. I c-cant I cant" he cried, his nails digging into the couch. but you for some reason felt like you had to continue showing, or proving to yourself and him, that he was just yours. and will forever be yours. even if it means milking his cock till hes a sobbing mess.

his hips bucked backwards, trying to leave your warm your mouth. but your hollowed your cheeks, swllowing him back inside every time he slid out your mouth. " m-mommy please" he cried, trying to shove your head back. popping his dick out your mouth, you looked up to him, jerking him off to replace your lips. " tell me your mine. only mine" you said, looking up into his watery eyes, tears flowing down his face. " im yours. im all yours I s-swear, I swear" he cried, the sound of saliva and cum against his dick and your hand adding to the pleasure he felt.

smiling, you popped him back in your mouth, taking as much of you could of him down your throat. his head fell back, his chest rising and falling rapidly. it was sobs, sobs and pretty whimpers leaving his lips. his dick pulsed in your mouth, his third orgasm coming up quick. " m-mommy please I cant.. fuck it hurts" he cried, shaking his head, wiping his eyes. but he couldnt stop the cum from shooting into your mouth, his legs raising into the air slightly as he came, his body leaning forward. silent moans left his lips, his mouth still ajar.

humming, you swallowed around him again, earning another cry from him. pulling back, his cum and your saliva ran down your chin, a slutty scene to look at. " p..please mommy I cant anymore" he cried, his body leaning side to side, his eyes hazy and wet with tears. but you smiled up at him, kissing his knee. " I just had to make sure you knew you are mine. just as much as I am yours." you whispered, standing up.

you knew he'd have a hard time carrying the body right now, so you both stayed on the couch, cuddling with each other. " I love you mommy.. more than words can even describe." he said, laying in your chest. you smiled, running your hands over his face, wiping the tears that still brimmed his eyes. his dick was still pulsing, the shock of his orgasms still making their presence known. " I love you more Konig." you whispered, watching as his eyes opened and closed slowly.

[alilaro]

I have some Thoughts on Evangelion, and I'm hyperfixating right now, so here's a massive info-dump on it. Thank you and I'm sorry.

(trigger warnings for: child abuse, child death, gore mention, pedophilia, mental health, depression, suicide, and potentially more.)

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So, my take on the End Of Evangelion is like a 'Worst Timeline AU.' So what would've happened if Shinji had given into the crippling (justified) trauma and deepest depression of an abused, manipulated, and unfathomably damaged child soldier.

The way Misato constantly screams at him throughout the entire series to 'be a man' and pressures him to get into the EVA and fight literal biblical, kaiju-like angels.

The pressure of trying and failing to get a crumb of praise or approval from his neglectful and spiteful father.

The way people (and fans, tbh) get upset with him for constantly changing his mind. How if he doesn't pilot the EVA, either he or his friends could die. The pressure every adult puts on him. Or again, the absolute cosmic terror of just seeing—let alone having to murder these angels.

Of course, he quits all the time, he's 14. He's a child. An average adult with all the combat training in the world would easily do the same.

Yet he comes back again and again, because of the guilt, the self-loathing, the manipulation of the adults around him—

(who can have all the greatest intentions in the world, "the greater good", etc etc, and it doesn't change a goddamn thing that they are putting these children into death machines and treating it like if they dont do it they are selfish and worthless)

—that if he doesn't do it, his friends will do it and either they or others will die if it's not him.

Like, the point isn't that he can't make up his mind: it's the fact that even if he "gives up", he still keeps coming back, and putting himself before others, despite the grief, despite the pain, despite the trauma

A fourteen-year-old child refuses to stop getting up and trying. Which I feel is symbolic of the whole shows entire meaning, no matter how dark things are, how much you hurt, how much others hurt you, how you feel like nothing, and you want it all to just stop—the pain, the memories, the guilt, the crushing weight of complete utter depression—even as the darkest envelops you and holds you tight, you feel like you can never escape: there is ALWAYS a way out of it.

It's fucking hard, you will lose yourself in it, you will hurt so, so much—but eventually you can find your way out. Through time, through loved ones, through therapy, and more. It's never too late or someone is too far gone in their own despair that they can't be saved and brought back.

And that's not even mentioning the other children. Fans enjoy Asuka more than Shinji because she's got that quick, snappy, high-energy personality. She's overly proud and stubborn, and she loves to fight in her EVA. And Rei, she's the shy quiet girl (a Kuudere, even (didnt like writing that)) designed to be mysterious, and to speculate over. Who is she? Why is she so calm? Does she have a personality behind that demeanor?

But, just like Shinji, they are all child soldiers, and like him, they are products of trauma and manipulation by adults.

Rei, was made in a fool-hearted attempt to bring back Shinji's mother, Yui Ikari, by combining her remains with Lilith. What they got was Rei. An assimilation of Yui, Lilith, Eva, all combining into Rei Ayanami.

Her creators obviously had attachments to her, both having loved Yui before her death, and Gendo Ikari almost took her on as a daughter-like figure (Rei being the name he would've given to his child Shinji, if he had been born a girl,) and revoltingly even more than that.

But as the theme of the series goes, good intentions from adults mean very little, and often act as nothing more than an excuse for creating/doing inconceivably monstrous acts.

She is of course used as an EVA pilot, being able to manipulate her form into a 14-year-old. She is used as a tool. She is replaceable. She knows this. She has no desires because no one has ever cared enough about Rei as her own person to let her think for herself, asked her what she wants, her likes, her dreams, her fears.

Rei's entire existence at this point is to serve, and in an eerie way, the only thing she wants is to serve Gendo, because he's shown her the only breadcrumbs of "compassion" she's ever known.

And then Shinji comes along. Shinji has no idea what she is, only that she is another EVA pilot like himself. He speaks to her as he would anyone else. He cares about her, and her well-being as another person. Actual true compassion.

In episode 06, when Rei is hurt and thought to have died by Shinji, he pries open the hatch to her EVA, ignoring the scalding heat that burns his hands to do so. He finds her alive and cries, and she smiles for him.

This scene is an exact parallel that takes place before with Rei and Gendo (Shinji's father.) He pries open the hatch, scalding his hands too, and finds her alive inside. It's identical except for one thing: Compassion.

Shinji fights to free and help Rei, and when he sees her alive, he is overcome with relief that she, Rei, is alive. He is in tears, he tells her she isn't nothing, implying her life is worth something and people care about her.

When Gendo does it, he does it like a man trying to save a valuable asset. He sees she's okay, and mutters 'I see', and that's the end of it.

Again, in episode 23, when Rei actually dies and is replaced; she is confronted by herself (the Meta Rei, the Rei in her purest, most godly self. A combination of all her sense of beings,) and realizes that she is feeling, she is lonely, she is suffering, and for the first time she cries, and asks herself if this just for her love of Gendo, before sacrificing herself in death to save everyone—specifically shinji.

She is replaced by her many clones, but this time she regains some of her memories, her feelings, her anger, and she is more human now, less vessel, more soul. She is Rei.

In the End of Evangelion, we see the depths of Gendo's depravity. He wants his wife, Yui, back as she was, of course. But in the meanwhile, there's Rei. Rei who is part Yui—a substitute. He touches her breast, an attempt to merge with her, and moves his hand down further to rest between her hips, inside her.

Rei is as much his daughter figure and a child, as she is a part of his own wife, and arises from this: an Oedipus Complex. Gendo treats her as a disposable tool, yet holds Yui at his highest priority. She is his to do with as she likes. How many times has he used her like this? How many times has he committed these atrocities with this child behind closed doors?

Amongst everything else Rei is, she is also a victim of pedophilia.

And in her final moments, while he attempts to merge with Rei in a delusional attempt to bring back Yui, Rei becomes her own being. Rei puts her foot down and says no. She's had enough.

"I will not be a puppet for you to control."

She takes the hand of Adam, fully merges with Lilith, and becomes a God.

And what does she do with all that power? She takes it all, and gives it to Shinji. The one person that ever consistently showed her care and compassion, showed her love. Made her realize she is her own person, gives her the strength to realize her worth and refuse Gendo Ikari, and choose her own path.

Her choice can be argued as good or bad, both. But in the end it was REI's choice, and no one elses.

Asuka uses her anger and her fighting as a means to cope with a barbaric childhood. Her mother, Kyoko, underwent a Contact Experiment when Asuka would have been ~5 years old.

Kyoko survived, but lost her mind completely, thinking her real daughter was actually a doll, and leaving Asuka completely neglected by her mother, all whilst begging and trying to convince her that SHE was her real daughter, not some doll she clung to.

Meanwhile, her father was completely unaffected by this, and even had moved on with another woman (An affair that had been going on before Kyoko fell apart completely, the woman being Kyoto's doctor, that she knew about, and took place in their own home while both mother and daughter were present.) Throwing himself back into his own life with this new woman, and job, Asuka was left with nothing.

Asuka's mother finally snaps and plans her own suicide. She invites Asuka, and with nothing else and wanting nothing more than to be acknowledged by anyone, agrees to take their lives together.

As if all of this isn't bad enough, as a final blow, Asuka's mother takes her own life without Asuka, leaving a five-year-old CHILD to find her mother hanging lifelessly, betrayed and alone again.

Her entire personality isn't because she's 'cool' or 'bossy', its an unfathomably traumatized child, constantly in pain and unable to trust anyone, because she has been taught as an infant that she can not rely on the people meant to care for her, because her parents taught her that in the most brutal and disturbing way possible.

There's even reference to her trying to repeat her mother's suicide after disappearing from the fight, only to be found gravely injured and withering away in a bathtub.

She fights so hard to be independent because she refuses to let herself be hurt and abandoned again.

At the End of Evangelion, even when she is screaming and crying, bleeding to death after being speared through the eye, losing power, and being cannibalized alive in her EVA, she is still so desperate, so angry, that she refuses to die, swearing vengeance on her enemies through dying rattled breaths, and it isn't until she is bombarded with blades that she finally succumbs. And at the hands of NERV.

Again, she, and every single EVA pilot, is only 14 years old.

tldr: The series is about child trauma, children being turned into soldiers, the failings of adults around them, and the tragically brutal and real aftermath of the wreaks of havoc that would have on a child.

[hockybish]

going so far that she gave back her beloved Buggy

(when they get older)

she gave buggy back and jack didnt give it back to her this time, lola was so heartbroken because him giving it back to her meant they were on good terms. eventually they are okay but he still doesn’t give buggy back.

when jack goes to jersey he unintentionally takes buggy with him and once he realizes it he keeps it but in the back of his closet and forgets about it.

one day jack is cleaning the back of his closet out and finds it and just thinks about the stuff animal and how he gave it to her and how close they used to be. he thinks about how he really messed his relationship up with his little sister.

:(

oh. this made me cry.

he wants to give back to her too. or at the very least he thinks he should give it back. so he puts in a box of things he's planning on bringing to the lake house that summer. jack forgets about buggy again and the box of things gets shoved in the attic.

in the coming years the hughes family out grows that lake house. all four kids chip in for a newer, bigger one that fits everyone and then some. everything from the previous house, including buggy's box gets brought to the new home and put in either the attic or the garage.

fast forward a few years to a small christmas break that the nhl gives them, the whole hughes clan, ellen and jim plus four kids and their significant others along with five grand babies, meet for a quick celebration in michigan before play resumes again.

lola's pregnant, her and mason do a little gender reveal sort of thing, were they both had pucks filled with colored powder. once they were hit, pink powder flew everywhere. they were going to have a little girl.

the whole family was excited. and jack had an idea. he just needed to find it first. when got back home, he searched the entirety of the new jersey place only to come up empty. jack really hoped he didn't accidentally get rid of it.

the ducks were still in the race for the cup when baby girl was born. luke and his family went to anaheim to meet the little girl, while the others were already at the lake house and opted to wait until after the ducks won, when lola and mason and baby could come to michigan to meet her.

jack still hadn't found the stuffy and was about to give up when he went digging around in the garage of the lake house. it was in one of the last boxes, a little worn and damaged from years of sitting there in a box. jack found someone to restore it and buggy arrived just in for their arrival.

"this is for baby lacey, i know how much it meant to you, it's only right she should have it." jack gave buggy to the new baby, and by extension lola.

"oh my, buggy? you kept it? after all these years? i thought you just threw it away." lola tried not to start crying at the gesture, but her eyes betrayed her and liquid dripped from them.

"i, thank you jack. you don't know how much this means to me" she got up, baby lacey still in her arms and hugged her brother.

[abstract-crossverse]

can you do a halt x reader x rush (from doors)

:3

*cracks knuckles* a two in one I see. Back to work for me!

Designs for these may take a while, Rush will be quick since yall have seen my design for him multiple times, just not in full color. Halt however is what Im most certain I'll have a time with, so many concepts for them, dress, cape, hood, I cant choose!

This is going to be extra long I know it

Btw, I'll be using they/them for Halt, Theyre both king and queen, best of both things ;] /ref

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Halt x Reader x Rush [headcanons/fic, fluff]

-> alr so honestly, the two are a very balanced duo if you put in theory, but in practice its a 50/50 if it works

-> hype energy bf and calm/no energy partner, pick your poison *you take both*

-> let's get on with how you meet before I forget my ideas

-> you met Rush first, of course you did, he's the first dude you meet unless your unlucky enough to meet Screech or Ambush before Rush can get the first sweep of the place *shudders at Ambush on door 2*

-> you're either really scared of him or thinks he's a mild inconvenience at best, though you'd rather have him charging at you than Ambush any day

-> you once lost the company of another Player to him, left you shook... In fact, that you you got that "Betrayal" badge thats hooked to your keychain.. you dont know how they get there, you didnt even have anything hooked to you when you woke up here, it was just a metal loop attached to your pocket, you're thankful theyre made of felt and embroidery, otherwise Figure would always know where you stood

-> you could kinda consider yourself a veteran here, you've been here before the Hotel got a rework, which threw you off significantly, when you saw the little note on the Lobby letting you and other Player's know of the update you didnt think they changed much

-> though you were surprised when they even had new entities around, took you a moment to get used to the new changes... Rush even more so, you'd often see him faceplant into walls sometimes or accidently knock over things as he ran because he wasnt used to the new changes either

-> it was often endearing to watch from the closet, sometimes he'd even stop for a moment, trying to figure out how to run through a room , thankfully he would be gone before Hide got mad mad at you

-> but comes the day both yours and his luck runs out

-> you saw the lights flicker and speed walked your way to a closet, you waited until you heard him screaming and breaking lights before walking into the closet

-> he got half way through the room before a bookshelf suddenly fell on top of him. You heard the screaming stop, replaced by a loud yell and profanities that made you double take, where you hearing this right?... Could Rush speak? You usually didnt come across other Players on the whim and you were traversing the hotel again alone

-> the voice you heard was glitchy, deep and loud, but hoarse and scratchy at the same time, he is always screaming after all, but how he can still be loud as he is puzzles you, you can even hear a boston accent in his voice

-> you snapped back from your thoughts as you say the bold black and red letters "GET OUT" flashy before your eyes, but you were too late to get your body to move, Hide pushed you out and you fell with a rough thump, the wooden floor wasnt too pleasant to fall on. The carped falling just short enough it wouldn't cushion your fall, you groaned in pain

-> Rush stared at you from his spot, falling silent as you regained your ground, he honestly didnt think there was anyone in the closet- he never does, thats the whole purpose of hiding. Honestly he thought you were quite good looking but nevermind that! He's fuckin' STUCK and he feels HUMILIATED dont look his way please dont witness him please ple- aw fuck you're looking at him, just lovely...

-

You stared down the bigger entity stuck under the book shelf and it's books, trying to understand why he had arms... Pretty strong looking ones too, hands dressed in black gloves. You blinked once, twice, you were clearly confused out of your mind, you came back to reality when you hear a deep groan coming from the entity

"ya got a starin' problem, pipsqueak?? Ya gonna help or what?" He scoffed, you double take'd, did he just call you pipsqueak??

"the fuck did you just call me?" You weren't mad, the situation was just really... Surreal? This place is surreal, thats not the word... Just, strange in general, you never thought you'd get to talk at all with these entities, specially like this

Rush deadpanned "pipsqueak, I called you pipsqueak, ya deaf or somethin'?" You stammered "n- no!- I just- I'm really taken a back right now is all-" you waved your hands as you denied, you slowly walked up to him after a moment of hesitation

"do you... Want- help?" You offered, he looked so offended "n- no! Im completely fine, I can get out by myself thank you very much!" He struggled to pull himself out, that shelf was really heavy what the hell ".... You don't- look fine." You added, a small grin starting to form on your face as you watched the entity barely move from where he was

He sighed dramatically, glaring at you with empty eye sockets "YOU don't look fine." "I'm not, I've been stuck here for months, maybe it's already been a year, I can't tell. Of course I'm not fine." He looked surprised, that was the most painfully honest answer he's heard about your situation, others would either say they're completely fine or just- not engage anymore

He stared at you for an... Uncomfortably long time before you approached him, analyzing the bookshelf over him in search of a way to get him out without having to try and shove it, if even this... Large.... Entity, couldn't raise it himself, what's to think you could? But you're not leaving him there to possibly have him holding grudges against you because you left him there. Rush was still staring at you, waiting for what you would do next

You hummed, placing your hands on your hips as you thought for a moment, "alright, listen, I'll need you to cooperate if you wanna get out of there, 'kay? I'm gonna try to push the shelf up so you'll have less weight on you and you try to pull yourself out." You explained as he nodded, you placed your hands on the edge of the shelf, counting down from three before you used all your strength to push it up even if just a bit

Rush pulled himself out with a bit of struggle, but at least he was out, you dropped the shelf as soon as he took his distance from you and the shelf, it fell with a harsh thump, shaking the ground under you enough you lost your ballance. You yelped and braced for impact with the ground, shutting your eyes, but instead you felt two large hands holding you by your back, they felt... Fuzzy.. like what you'd think static feels like but also not at the same time, warm, it was also warm

You opened your eyes, trailing them up to the entity holding you, you stared into each other's eyes for what felt like hours, before he spoke

"... You are SO tiny, holy shit-" Rush spoke with a laugh slipping through his words, you deadpanned "nah I'm not tiny, you're just fucking huge." You stated, you stared at each other for a bit longer, you taking in the fact the entity that seemed like a giant furball with a smiley face now had one hunk of a body to match, while Rush analysed you curiously, your clothes, your hair, your eyes, little visual details you have about yourself that people wouldnt exactly see if they didnt pay attention.

He had quite the toned figure it seemed, he styled a grey-ish purple button-down with its sleeves rolled up above his elbows and black tie, a dark grey vest with thin, light grey stripes going down the vest and dress pants in the same style- wait when did he get legs- he had a shadowy ghost tail just now- oh fuck it he's an entity beyond your comprehension, of course he can probably shapeshift. Looking back at his face you noted all the little withers and cracks on his face, you wandered if it was always like that or if he go through something to get like that, the shadowy, fluffy looking mass that you normally saw engulfed his entire body seemed to work like hair- or the rest of his head since his face did remind you of a mask of sorts... He had a grin on his face as he looked at you, his eye sockets seemed to distort and move as if they were eyelids, one of the eye sockets seemed to be half-lidded now as the other stayed open, you think he just lifted a brow at you

"take a picture, good-lookin', it'll last longer." His grin widened as you widened your eyes, growing embarrassed as you finally realized you were staring too long, not like he blamed you though, he'd be staring too if he were in your shoes. He chuckled at the red overtaking your cheeks, you looked aside with a small click of your tongue, you both feel silent as it dawned on you that he could just kill you right now, he had you in his hands

"... Are you going to kill me?" You asked in a mutter, his grin fell for a second, he looked at the door ahead of you both before looking back "I kinda owe ya for helpin' me, e~ven though I could've gotten out on my own!" He grinned as you deadpanned, he's that prideful huh, "so let's settle that right now, I let ya live and won't bother ya for... Say... The next 10 rooms?" You thought for a second, a hand on your face, completely forgetting he was still holding you as if in mid dip

".. 20 rooms." You argued "15.", "18, take it or leave it." You grinned, thinking you had the upper hand, but what made you think you could argue like that with a creature that can kill you right now? "15 and final, or would you rather give that up for your life?" He argued with a shit-eating grin on his face, you glared at him, you hated that he was right, you can't just throw away a chance like that, "fine. Deal." You extended a hand for him to shake, you felt one of his hands leave your back and took your hand in his, almost enveloping your entire hand as you shook hands

He pulled you back on your feet and you immediately stepped away from him, putting a decent distance between you, that made him laugh. "Still scared of me, Pipsqueak? I don't bite!... Not for now at least~" he sang, his body envoloped in shadows again as he dashed down the halls again in a matter of seconds, screaming again. You winced, having forgotten how loud he is for a moment, the sudden wind made by him messed up your clothes a bit.

Sighing, you corrected you clothes and walked along the next rooms, which for your "joy", were all dark rooms.... Fuck.

-

-> after that Rush kinda... seemed to linger in the room a few times when he decided to run by, which was annoying if Hide was especially mad at you. It confused you as well, was he looking for something?

-> But for now lets divert our attention to the blue specter youve just had the luck to get yoinked by- like you know how they basically kinda pull you into their corridor and you have to do the back and forth to get out? thats what I mean

-> Halt heard of you from Rush, the couple of times they actually talked at least, Halt is very reserved and it's not often they talk with the more... loud entities, Rush, Figure, Ambush. They don't talk with them a lot due to their liking to silence better, other entities like Seek, Hide, Eyes know them better as they're more quite.

-> However, Halt and Rush bump into each other from time to time and make small talk until Halt decided thats enough socializing for the hour. Rush told them about them a when they bumped into each other again, saying how a "cute lil' player helped him when he got himself stuck under a heavy ass bookshelf", it made Halt curious, especially when Rush would mention you didn't seem all that scared of him

-> Of course he got a description from the bigger entity and soon when on his search, he was far too curious of this... player who put their own 'run' at risk by helping one of them, so for the past month Halt pulled people into their hall more often than not, but not having the luck of finding you until about a month later

-> And to their luck, you were the backwards walk kind of player when they appeared in front of you

-> They analyzed your appearance, and found you were a direct match from what Rush told them, so for once, they stopped their pattern, chasing after you until your back hit the locked door you entered through

-> You grew confused and a bit scared, this wasnt the usual pattern, you couldnt escape, what the hell!

-> You felt a shiver down your spine, the corridor suddenly felt so much colder than before. The ghostly figure loomed over you with their glowing blue eyes staring you down. Suddenly only their eyes filled your vision, similar to how they'd tell you to turn around before the hotel got it's renovation, making you flinch and blink hard

-> Next thing you knew, a tall, slender figure was in front of you, so all of the entities can have a humanoid body? Not the time to question that now, what the fuck is going on

-> The figure wore a long dark blue-ish cloak, it was slightly torn on the edges(probably because of time, you'd guess) and had a shiny 4 pointed, light blue star pendent keeping it together near the hood. The cloak obscured the rest of its body, and the gloominess of the room didn't help in the slightest, you could see it wore black boots though; It's face was covered by a veil like fabric, similar to how Halt looked earlier, it's bright blue eyes staring dead into your soul, it intimidated you, especially with how close it was

-> You tried to keep yourself from showing fear, though you struggled to do so, this situation was really weird, they cornered you right at the start of the hall and arent moving away, just staring you down

-> Your heart threatened to jump out of your chest with how it was beating, you really wanted to stop staring at them, avert your eyes and brace for the worse but something kept you from it, giving you only moments to glance away in discomfort, you heard a reverberated hum before it turned around

-> "Rush was right." They mumbled lowly, before walking away and disappearing into the floor, the aura in the room dimmed, meaning they werent there anymore as you finally let out a breath you didnt know you were holding. Seriously what the fuck was that??? Whatever, you can think about that later, right now just focus on running out of this claustrophobic ass hall

→ After that weird encounter you felt like Halt would always show up in almost every run you had, and more than once. Eventually you grew fed up, what was their deal? Did they need something?

→ So the next time he pulled you into their corridor, you stood your ground and asked what they wanted in an annoyed tone. Surprising to say it took Halt off guard that you decided to confront them instead of running away

→ So they stood in place, not getting closer nor teleporting behind you, and its whatever if they kill you now, this run was a very unlucky one regardless...

-

"Okay, what's your deal, man? What do you want, either Im going insane or you're tormenting me far more often than usual." You complained, crossing your arms as you glared at the veiled entity in front of you, they stood, unmoving aside the light floating of their clothes from the chilly wind that somehow flowed through the closed hall

You raised a brow as their eyes seemed to move ever so slightly, seeming to scan your face for anything, perhaps were they trying to feel even a twinge of fear from you? Even if they did it would be overly covered by annoyance and frustration, their hall is very annoying to get through

They lowered their head a bit to look at the ground momentarily as they thought about how to articulate an answer, soon enough, they came up with something to say

"you are... Interesting... You helped one of my comrades when he was in distress... You confuse me..." They spoke, their voice echoing through the hall, it was breathy and soft, and quite monotone too. Hearing them surprised you a bit

"... Could you elaborate?" Your expression softened from the sneer you held before, they looked aside a bit again before looking back at you, staring dead into your eyes as if they tried to get a look into your soul

"no humans help us, none of them ever have, if one of us ends up getting stuck they either mock, run away or just stare in confusion... But you, you were kind— or pitiful —enough to help Rush from under the heavy bookshelf... That confuses me..." He paused briefly, raising his hand to snap his clawed fingers, surprisingly they weren't as sharp as the ones Rush has "Rush could snap you in half faster than I can snap my fingers... Why did you decide to help him?"

You were stunned at their words for a moment, standing still as you mind processed what they said before you unsurely shrug as you shook you head lightly "cause and consequence I guess? I mean, I'd be mad if someone mocked me while I was stuck under a bookshelf too, and given how... Murderous... He is- I didn't want to get an extra painful death because he'd be in a bad mood afterwards..." You rambled, gripping your arms as you did

Halt listened intently, nodding as you finished talking, you heard a hum coming from them as they glided closer, at least you figured they glided as you only heard a wind whistle instead of footsteps, but when you looked back up they were inches from your face, you nearly jumped in a scare, letting you a choked yelp as you stepped back for some distance

"May you answer some more questions? Curiosity is eating at me, I promise to let you leave unharmed afterwards." They said, not moving from their spot in mid air, they didn't seem to like moving too much. You nodded after a moment of hesitation "but.. how can I really trust you?"

"Im an entity of word. Besides, are you really willing to let this opportunity to learn more about this place go? I know you humans are oh-so curious about this facility." They tilted their head at you, you took a moment before nodding, they were right after all, again, not everyday you get to talk to an entity like this.

And so you both sat down.

-

→ You two talked for a long while, last time you check the clock outside the hall it was at least 3pm. It sure felt like an eternity inside the hall, and eventually you both drifted from the initial questions to other topics, like how the other entities acted, or things you remember about your own life, and even some gossip that had you both giggling and laughing

→ Just don't tell anyone you got this info from Halt, if anyone asks, you know nothing ;]

→ After a while, Halt grew tired sounding and quiet, letting you do most of the talking until you caught onto the fact they were tired now. You suggested you wrap up the night, but said you really enjoyed talking with them

→ They seemed to hum happily as you got up from your spots, saying the same to you and leading you to the end of the corridor. You felt a cold hand on your shoulder before you left, a reminder of your new found friend as you shivered at the sudden warm air hitting you cold form, you grew used to Halts cold room to the point where the normal air from the hotel nearly felt like a punch to the face

→ And so that was your routine fron then on, watch from a closet as Rush lingered around the room whenever he came by, talk to Half for a couple of hours and then move on with your run

→ Eventually, Rush lingered a little bit too long, and Hide was especially impatient tonight so you can guess what happened. You got shoved out as Rush was still looking around the room

→ You yelled as you were shoved out, but before you hit the floor you felt those familiar hands grab your shirt and lift you up, and in a matter of seconds, you were face to face with the Static creature again. Your eyes widen as he glared at you with empty eyes and a grin before realizing it was you

-> "Pipsqueak! It's you! I've been lookin' for ya!" He said with a laugh, placing you down and patting your shoulder, you couldn't even process when his body shifted to it's humanoid form, just taking a moment to absorb the situation

-> But Rush kept talking. "I really wanted to meet with ya again, Halt said y'all met?" He questioned, tugging you along as he walked to the next room, as he knew the next room at least had a couch you two could sit at

-> You stammered as confirmation, almost tripping over your feet as you walked with him. He let go of you as you got to the couch and dropped himself on one side of it, it creaked under his weight as he crossed his legs, patting the spot next to him after you were left standing for a few moments more

-> You sat down awkwardly as the entity next to you occupied a lot of the couch, what being 8 feet tall does to a motherfucker, anyway. He didn't seem to mind how you were still processing what was going on, and still asked you a lot of things, which you reluctantly answered because... Did you really have a choice on the matter? Though you did notice he gave off a warmth as you sat close to him

-> After a while you did ease into the conversation, which seemed to please him. He joked and told you funny stories about things he's done, be it with other players or other entities. It made him laugh as he told you the stories, you laughed along, his laugh was quite the contagious one

-> Once he seemed to run out of stories to tell you, you spoke up. "Why.. are you telling me this? And why were you looking for me?"

-> "Huh?-" he looked down at you for a moment, before processing your questions properly "Oh! Well, Halt mentioned how they were talkin' to you so often and how you were so nice to talk to n' blah blah blah. So I wanted to hear it for myself, and they were right! You are real nice t' talk to."

-> You blinked "they talk about me?" Rush jerked his head aside "eeeh not really??.. just when I bump into them at least, I usually ask how yer doin' given I can never find ya 'round." He dismissed quickly, you almost saw a darker shade of grey on his withered face. You'll never know he lied a bit, Halt mentioned you've been chatting often, but they didn't really share much of how you behaved, he'd never admit it but he felt a little bit jealous that Halt got to talk to you more than he did, he met and saw you first! He wants to talk to you too!! Why do you think he's been searching for you?

-> "A~nyway... I did like talkin' to ya, even if I did most of the talkin', I get I can be a lil' too fast for people to catch up with." He scratched the back of his head, you couldn't help but giggle a tiny bit "it was nice to chat with you too, Rush."

-> He said you should talk more, and you said sure, as long as he doesn't kill you if he comes running in, that made he laugh as he agreed

-> So, new routine again, talk with Rush as you two walk through the rooms a bit and then talk with Halt for a few hours, wether you get to the final elevator didnt really matter as much anymore

-> Eventually you finally got the two in the same room, Halt finally decided to come out of his corridor for once because you wanted to show him a cool plant in the Greenhouse

-> And oh what a coincidence! It was a room Rush was running to! What a silly coincidence!! He totally didn't bribe Screech to spy on you both and Halt was getting a little too close nope not at all :]]]]

-

You shined your flashlight at the Peace Lily that was blooming in one of the pots

"It's so cool that it grew in these conditions!" You gushed at the flower, Halt hummed, "certainly, I haven't seen a flower grow in a long while..." Their voice echoed around the room "I used to love these... It's also quite ironic a Peace Lily is growing here of all places"

You chuckled "yep, peace is not something to happen here, at least not to often..-" you got cut off by the sound of a particularly strong gush of wind hitting against the window and making it shake in its hinges, it startled you for a moment as you shivered at the remnants of a breeze managed to slip through the small gaps in the frame

"hmm... Seems like the storm is picking up, that hasn't happened in a while..." They turned their attention to the window before looking down at you, it took them a moment to realize you were cold before they fumbled with the broche on their cloak, they couldn't feel any more cold than they already were so its a bit hard to tell change in temperature

"oh forgive me, I didn't know it was cold, here-" they enveloped you in their large coat before you could say anything, you expected it to be cold just like they are, but you were quickly proven wrong as warmth took over your body, the quick change in temperature made you hair stand

"o-oh!- th-thanks-" you stuttered, noticing that Halt wore a pearly white, ruffled shirt with a cyan vest over it and a black puffy ascot around their neck, it seemed like many of the entities sported the same style of clothing, suits or vests... Was it a dress code they went by?

"it is no problem-" this time, Halt was interrupted by the loud static noise of Rush zooming near, Halt stared at the door you came through and immediately pulled you behind them, for whatever reason, they knew you talked to Rush already, why did they pull you back?

As soon as Rush entered the room and saw Halt, he stopped and took his usual humanoid form

"Oh! Halt! Buddy there you are! You dont usually leave your hall what's got ya all the way over here?-" he questioned, though his tone sounded a bit fake, like he already knew why Halt was here

Halt took a moment before responding, mumbling a hello as they slightly lowered their head, why did they seem so... Apprehensive? Annoyed maybe? It's hard to read this guy. Rush finally saw you and made a gesture by opening his arms

"Pipsqueak! There you are! What'cha doin' here with Halt? Y'all doin' anythin' fun?" He pried, and finally noticed you had Halt's cloak "... And uh, why do ya have their cloak?" His tone sounded a bit more strained now, his usual casual grin seemed a bit more forced

"I-" you started, unsure of what to say before Halt cut you off "they were cold, so I lended them my cloak. I may be one of the coldest entities here but my cloak is quite the blanket." They stated, staring up at Rush

"oh really? Well if they're cold they could've come look for me! Some say I'm quite the heat pack, y'know?" The taller entity laughed, his voice booming around the room "Plus, ya know very well these rooms aren't the safest." His voice fell serious, though still with a playful undertone, you grew confused, the fuck was this interaction

Halt scoffed "I am aware, Rush. However, they wanted to show me this lovely flower, I couldn't say No to such an interesting offer." They gestured to the Lily near you both "It's been a while since I've seen an actual flower, after all, the other only living plant here is...." Halt gently moved your hand to shine your flashlight at the snare on the floor, waiting for its next victim to trap

Rush was silent for a couple moment after looking at the snare, he turned himself to the Lily again, humming in thought "Well... that is a pretty nice flower.... the hell has he been doin'?..." he mumbled, shaking his head as he turned back to the conversation

"Nevermind that! C'mon, Pipsqueak, let's get outta here before ya get yourself hurt. An' Halt uuh... ya-.. ya can go back to ya room, I guess, ya never stay out for long anyway..." Rush mumbled, walking around Halt and put a hand on your back, leading you with him to the previous door slowly to keep up with you. But for some reason, the room felt colder than before, you shivered in discomfort, Halt heard it.

"And what is that supposed to mean?" Halt questioned, their voice sounding stronger and passive-aggressive "Do speak your mind, Rush, you were never one to hold you thoughts to yourself anyway." they tilted their head at Rush as the room grew colder with every word, you felt Rush start to tense as you looked back at the ghostly entity

"OOOOkay!-" Rush laughed, you could hear a hit of forcefulness on his voice as he turned to Halt, putting his hands on his hips as he cackled "THOSE are some fightin' words, Buddy. Ya REALLY wanna go down that path?" He looked down at Halt, still being taller than them by a foot

"You started it, but If The Boot Fits I don't mind an altercation." You shuddered at Halt's tone, and at the cold getting so much worse that the windows have started to frost, you could see a small confused looking face staring from the other side, Sally was here

You got between the two, pushing them apart was they were glaring at each other "ENOUGH you both! There's someone else here, and Halt- you're fr-freezing the room." you shivered as you looked up at Halt and motioned at the half frosted window, the two looked over at the window and Sally quickly hid away from view with a small, echo-y gasp

Halt looked away to take some deep breaths and calm down, as Rush walked over to the window to talk to Sally a bit, it sounded like a bit of a lecture but you didn't care to process what he was blabbing about, focusing more on Halt and gently patting their arm to help, they looked back at you

"My apologies for my behavior.... I did not- mean to grow so upset..." they gently put their hand over yours on their arm, you shook your head "it's okay, you don't have to apologize, I'd be mad too. Just because you like being by yourself doesn't mean they get to just dismiss you like that." Their eyes seemed to soften their glow as you spoke, they hummed "usually I don't mind, I enjoy being given the assurance that I can leave if I wish to, but... this was just insulting..."

You nodded, they turned to you after a moment of silence, this time now holding both your hands, which caught you a bit by surprise

"[Name]... I know this may not be an appropriate place for such a thing, but I can no longer keep this to myself. It has been a delight to interact with you when you come around, I treasure every second we spend together and you're simply just..... an amazing person to be around, you bring me a warmth I've never had or felt before.... I was... wondering if....." they seemed to struggle a bit, which was odd since they always spoke so flawlessly, though you didn't mind it one bit. If this monologue was going in the direction you think it is then interrupting isn't an option

"my apologies, words are hard at the moment-" they mumbled "ah.... if-... you'd like to... be my partner...?" their eyes shifted, looking nervous and worried for your reaction as their hands got colder against yours

You were stunned for a moment, blinking dumbfoundedly, attempting to stammer some reply out but to no avail

Then Rush put an arm around you

"HEYYYY WHAT YALL TALKIN' ABOUT OVER HERE??" He loudly questioned, pulling you closer to his side, Halt seemed to deadpan at him, huffing annoyedly "Rush, you are ruining our moment."

"Moment? What moment?" Rush feigned cluelessness, then pulled you away from Halt, talking about how you had to get out of the greenhouse because it wasnt safe, or something, you didnt really listen as you looked over his arm at Halt, they seemed to still be holding their hands in the same position they were when holding yours but slightly reaching outat you

You mouthed a sorry back at him as Rush got you out the door.

-

→ good lord I got carried away, anyway

→ after that Rush seemed to always find you before you even managed to get in a closet, well, not find you but run into the room before you could get in

-> Hide mightve had a hand in it but you dont know that, they just want Rush to stop bugging them about it

-> Rush would tackle you to the floor and pretend hewas gonna bite you, then he'd laugh a bit before pulling you back to your feet, much to your annoyance he keeps on teasing you about being a little flinchy around him

-> He cant blame you though! He's killed you before when you first got here and he's unpredictable

-> But now you get to be the listener in a conversation again so thats something, he talks non stop, excited to talk to you

-> He drags you around to find a comfy place to sit down and chat while he talks. He constantly moves, some times after sitting on the couch for too long he gets up and paces around while he talks, sometimes sits on the ground in front or next to you.

-> Though his topics are interesting to talk about sometimes you end up even falling asleep while he talks

-> Another thing is that ever since that day, he's taken so much of your time and energy you havent gotten to talk to Halt at all, until they came to you after you and Rush were done talking

-> you shuddered as that familiar cold embraced your form again, smiling a bit at the quiet in the hallway, taking a few steps away from the door as Halt showed up.

-> you greeted them, and though they didnt respond, you explained how Rush was talking to you so often, how draining it was by the end of your conversations. You looked tired, they could tell

-> they didnt say a word as they hovered to you and wrapped their arms around you along with their cloak, you were surprised but melted into their cold form, wrapping your own arms around them

-> they guided you to the usual spot you two would sit down at, without letting you go, you leaned your head against their shoulder with a sigh as they held you with an arm, holding one of your hands with the other

-> You were dozing off, closing your eyes as you curled up to their side, you felt them adjust their cloak around you again

-> You heard a whisper from them, sounded like something along the lines of "I love you"? You werent sure, you could've misheard it, the memories of that night at the greenhouse came back briefly, you hummed softly as you snuggled to them, gently squeezing their hand mumbling the same back to them as you fell asleep

-> Next time you saw Rush, he was actually not running this time, standing in the middle of one of the rooms with Halt, they seemed to be arguing about something. The room was cold

-> You shivered as you walked in, Halt noticed you first and greeted you with a nod before Rush greeted you by saying your name happily, you waved

-> Rush requested you put an end to their argument and choose for them, which one is better in terms of their work

-> And well, given theyre both the easiest to avoid, Rush is deadlier with his strenght and Speed but Halt is harmful for his confusing rules that makes Players have to turn around and walk back and forth until theyre out of the hall. Your answer was that theyre both the best in their own different ways

-> They seemed satified enough, Halt more than Rush, though Rush got another idea and smirked, asking you who you liked better

-> That confused and flustered you, you stammered, claiming not knowing what he meant. So he repeated in better detail, who you like better to hang out

-> Of course you said both are nice to hang out with in their own ways, but that didnt satisfy Rush, he just kept pushing even as Halt attempted to stop him from doing so

-

"So? I'm still waitin' for an answer!" Rush crossed his arms with a smirk on his face "Rush, that's enough, dont you think?" Halt questioned

"No! I want a definate answer from them. Who do you like best??" It got to the point you didnt know how to answer anymore, you gave them your true answer what else does he want?

"Why are does it matter so much? I gave you the only answer I have" you shrugged "Because we're in love with you and you gotta choose onna us, wasn't it obvious?" Rush stated calmly

The way he said it so calmly, as if it was obvious information gave you a hard whiplash, your face flushing red as Halt smacked the back of Rush's head harshly

"Way to blow it, Rush. They'll hate us now!" For once, Halt raised their voice, even if slightly, the two began to argue again "Naw they won't! Plus, you already confessed that day at the Greenhouse and they don't seem to hate you for it!"

You tuned them out as you thought about what he just said, you've been catching feeling for them for a while, the two were charming in their own ways, it would be hard to choose one of them, but guess what! You have Two Hands!

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-> And thats what you told them, they were stunned for a moment, a deeper shade of grey floded Rush's cheeks while Halt seemed to glow brighter

-> they agreed to your offer, so you were now officially a polyamory couple

-> they did tell you the dangers of the entity the other players named Jack, and that he's not to know youre dating them

-> theyre both lovely and attentive to you, and incredible cuddlers too, Rush is very warm to cuddle with on colder nights and Halt is lovely to cuddle on hotter nights

-> Rush takes you on rides around the hotel sometimes on his back, and Halt shows you the quiet spots he hangs out on if he needs to detress

-> They still argue a bunch and youre usually the mediator, until the argument's with you-

-> They love you very much, they couldnt be happier every since you agreed to be theirs

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FUCK THIS TOOK SO LONG IM SO SORRY FOR TAKING SO LONG TO WRITE THIS, life got in the way and hyperfixations changed, but I really want to get back to writing and now that this is done, I can write other things in my inbox.

Never ask me to do duos again before Ive done their intro fics lmao /hj/lh

I did enjoy writing this though dw

[coldresolve]

You probably get a million of these but your story is absolutely perfect in every way and holy shit. I did NOT expect that to happen - although i did expect that there will be an attempt, but not carried out successfully, iykwim.

Damn renee. I hope he will be fine 🥺 poor little guy. He needs a good old hug.

And imani comforting conrad was the most delicious scrumptious moment in this chapter for some reason, she is just so pure and wants to help </3 awww i love it.

And like, jesus, i could talk about this for hours and days and weeks but damn it, i cant wait for the next chapter, it will be so interesting to see how emergency services react?

And damn shaun is so professional holy shit idk why i love him too!!!!!! He is so good and so “detached” but he still cares and doesnt want anyone to die. He has his rules and morals but its not like the “youre a bad guy you tortured someone i will let you die” but “youre still a human being worth saving” eventho he most likely knows what renee did… well he definitely knows, he seems like the type who puts the pieces together fairly quick but doesnt like to mention it. Just aware of the picture without interfering. Or idk if i got that wrong, thats just how i saw him, and i love his personality.

Well i love all your characters’ personalities and yeah, please please never stop writing, im absolutely blown away and you (and M.M.) inspired me to get back into writing! So thank you for that. Youre an amazing human being and your story helped me more than you can ever imagine. Sorry for the rant i cant contain my thoughts anymore.

asdfkjh thank u nonny. its wild to me that theres been so many ppl saying ive gotten them back into writing, i think thats genuinely the best compliment i could get. go for it man, theres so much meaning in it

also small ramble time

shaun is kind of an interesting character yea. hes a black market doctor and i didnt want to go the route of 'he's just in it for money'. so i had to give him ethics thatd allow for treating people regardless of the abhorrent things theyve done, and staying neutral to the suffering (and possibly death) that those same people might cause down the line. so yknow, if he wants to save lives that'd otherwise be lost because these people won't go to regular hospitals, he has to stay neutral, because otherwise they wouldnt come to him for the treatment they need. he has weighed the here-and-now suffering of the people he treats and concluded that as a rule it has to be prioritized over possible-future-suffering. and it all results both in shaun being complicit in conrads torture, and doing what he did in the last chapter

idk how explicit im gonna get with it in the coming chapters and its not a huge spoiler, but like. this whole event has definitely made him reconsider his approach, cause suddenly its not so black and white as neutral-professionalism-saves-lives. suddenly his lack of intervention allowed the circumstances that resulted in three deaths. and how often has something like that happened throughout his career where he just never found out about it, yknow?

[piratefishmama]

IM OBSESSED WITH THE NEST FICLET. Im literally screaming. I READ it in one go and I can't wait for another chapter. It's so good!!! I love that eddie's the omega and steve's the alpha. <3 and the idea is so sweet! I wonder how they will handle their feelings during Eddie's heat. 😋😋😋<3

I HAVE MY SOLID REASONS FOR MY OMEGA/ALPHA HEADCANONS, and tbh they're flexible depending on how i feel on the day.

but

Eddie should be an omega in my OWN opinion because:

and nobody has to agree.

He voluntarily has this whole little pack of people younger than him, his own lil pups, adopted cause he's not gotten laid (YET, he stands firm on it being YET, it'll happen he's sure of it, someday) but he has pups so he's content.

His room is a cluttered chaotic mess of things. Are they all his things? maybe, maybe not, that room could easily be messy because he's keeping things within reach so he can easily make a nest out of all that stuff when the need strikes.

He saw two scared freshmen and decided "imma adopt them" and then did. He's more in touch with how people are feeling, and able to comfort them without being too overbearing or pushy, emotions may be tricky but he's really good at the soft ones that make people feel comforted when they're upset, he's good at being silly to make people laugh. He's soft.

He's touchy, and struggles with keeping to personal space. He bundles up in layers upon layers for comfort rather than preening and dressing solely to look good.

While he's loud, and expressive, he's also very quick to hide in a corner when shit gets real scary, pls someone protecc him.

Steve should be an alpha in my own opinion because:

He has followers. People who crowd around him just to bask in his popularity. Not people he adopted, just people who want to be him, want to be like him. King Steve. He has natural charisma. He's a presence that stands out.

He's a tank of a human being. He takes hit after hit after hit that should definitely take a person out but he just keeps coming back.

He's a caretaker in bed, protective, and comforting, mf held Nancy's hand good lord, yet he's still in charge, he's on top.

His pack adopted him, yet they still look to him as the protector, he wasnt adopted like a beta without a pack, he is an alpha, they didnt have an alpha, he's now their alpha.

He makes sure he looks good, his hair is always on point, his skin looks good, his body is always in good shape (soft but the type of softeness hiding those muscles that make you bite your own fist), he's trying to impress people, omega's dont need to impress, they need to be the ones impressed.

He doesnt seem to need a lot of material possessions, doesnt have enough clutter or personal belongings to make a nest, and he doesnt seem to put much thought into keeping other peoples belongings either.

Like i know we like to HC that the vest is in Steve's closet, but if it was left upto Steve, it's absolutely been left either in that RV, or in a random corner in The Warzone. One of the kids might have grabbed it after he left it, but if Steve was on his own? It's gone.

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there's a lot of ambigious traits too that could be placed in both the Alpha or the omega column, but the majority of actual canon behaviours rather than the fanon people shove on these boys (Mr 'Oi Shitheads!' Steve yelling at the kids for bad language? Or Mr 'imma hide in this boat and scamper like a weird lil wet cat away from my problems' Eddie being big and domineering? C'mon man)

they paint a fun little picture.

like i said, these are MY own headcanons, my own interpretations, y'all dont have to agree with any of it. That's the beauty of omegaverse,

The canon is made up and the rules dont matter.

[luckypies]

So have some lovely freshccino ovi for this beautiful kinktober season :3 (i am utterly obsessed with these men kissing istg) also if it seems a little weird in some places this was originally written on discord over the span of a couple days lol

just fresh devouring a couple to many souls so his body gets extra pent up with magic, almost going wild, yet he can just barely manage to keep it at bay, hastily poofs into Ccino's cafe (warm...... safe...... inviting, perfect for nestling and taking care of urges yup yup) the sudden teleport noise (and meowing and hissing coming from the kitties lol) startled the overtired Ccino from his clean up work and comes out to the sight of Fresh being surrounded by like a flame of crackling magic around him. Fresh's shades are worryingly blank as he glares hungrily at Ccino. Ccino tries to slowly back away, but it too late Fresh leaps and ponces *over* the counter and pins him to the ground with a large *thwump*. Ccino rightfully so is scared out his wits because hes never seen anything like this happen before, and try as he might his aching bones barely cooperate on a good night.

Ccino is just..... waiting for something *anything* to happen the only thing to be heard is Fresh's heavy panting no other moves or sounds and its driving Ccino mad with worry. He dares to crack his eyes open to be met with Fresh actually pulled away from him, fresh is still holding him down sure.... but it looks to Ccino as if he's fighting with himself his glasses changing wildly showing his inner turmoil aloud

Ccino cautiously clears his throat and instantly grabs Fresh's attention and asks him softly if he needs anything. Ccino nearly chokes at his answer of needing to breed and fill Ccino with his eggs. Ccino is reluctant, but seeing his friend so desperate and clearly in need of assistance (and hey that crush on the parasite helps too~) has his mind more than made up on what to do.

Convincing Fresh that he wasnt gonna run off, Ccino was let go of and quickly captures Fresh's hand to lead the way to the living areas, and more importantly the bedroom of the place. With a soft plop Ccino lands on his bed and ushers Fresh to join him. In the back of his skull Ccino was grateful he already took his uniform off so he just had to worry about shuffling out of his easy to put of pj bottoms and shirt.

Ccino noticed fresh with only his shorts halfway down all but ogling his ribs as the tip of his dick and from the little that ccino can see its already primed with many moderately small eggs and he can only imagine how many more eggs await him~

so Ccino tries to helps Fresh shimmy his shorts all the way down, yet as soon as his cock is free from its confines Fresh lurches forward all but folding Ccino in half. Ccino panics a little at being treated like a living accordion yet he knows that he still cant exactly overpower Fresh.

Ccino noticed though that Fresh stopped his movements yet again, as if waiting for ccino to collect his thoughts. He grabs at Fresh's wrist and slowly looks at fresh in his sockets, nodding silently.

Fresh very much gets the message and gently spreads Ccino's legs open and wastes no time fingering his entrance. Before Ccino can fully comprehend it Fresh is all but pistoning his fingers in and out of him. Right as he could feel himself reaching the crest of his peak Fresh withdraws his hand.

Ccino was about to protest at the lack of stimulation when he felt something hard and warm grind up the length of his pussy. And despite it all, Fresh all but hilts into Ccino with very little fanfare.

It took Ccino embarrassingly quick to reach his first orgasm. Fresh gave him very little time to recover as he kept up his brutal pace.

Before Ccino knew it he was already cresting to his next peak, as he felt himself spasming he could feel Fresh quickening his pace.

Taking deep breathes that he didnt need, Ccino could feel what he assumed to be the eggs that he saw earlier and goddamnnit they feel *good* he can feel himself getting horny again at the spheres seeming to hit the back of his womb itself. He settles for reaching for Fresh and dragging him down for cuddles as the rest of Fresh's eggs travel into him.

Fresh nuzzles into the crook of Ccino's neck and whispers "ready for another round little dude?"

[totentnz]

@silverv-week day 2 // amusement park

set in: au: everybody wants to rule the world // a little present for @bishicat :3c

it was johnny's birthday, his first birthday since getting his body back in fact and he had spent the last week trying to figure out what his girlfriend had planned for him - no luck though, she was too sneaky.

"happy birthday!" she was smiling from ear to ear, it was almost as if she liked this day more than he did. it was cute really, to see her this happy and it was the best present he could ask for.

she cupped his face with her hands and pulled him into a kiss, a kiss filled with love and excitement. "so are you 90 now? or 35?" she teased him and rubbed her nose against his, her hands still placed on the sides of his head.

he pressed a quick kiss to her lips. "dunno. what would ya prefer?" he asked as he tried to wriggle out of her grip, she allowed it, to press a kiss to her neck.

she grumbled and moved one of her hands to the back of his head, caressing the skin and playing with his hair. "what are you doing?" she asked and johnny kissed his way down her neck while pulling the fabric of the shirt off her shoulder to reveal more skin for him to kiss. he didnt dignify this question with words but instead slipped his left hand underneath her shirt and to the small of her back to pull her closer. another hum escaped her and he smiled against the soft skin of her neck, dragging his teeth across before biting down softly.

"we got a busy day ahead of us." she tilted her head to look down at him but he wanted more, wanted to taste her again and again, make her moan and gush and blush, spend this special day in bed with her, fucking and cuddling until the sun went down.

johnny felt the quickness of her heartbeat, the slight raise in her bodytemperature and he could swear he smelled her arousal already but all these signs only made her rejection worse. "really? no birthday sex?" he moved his hand down, running his thumb in circles on her hippbone.

"didn't say that." she took a step away from him and moved to put the counter between them. it was moments like these when johnny missed their old connection, he didnt know if he upset her in some way or if the flame between them was already dying out. he picked up his coffee cup, he needed something to hold onto.

he watched her add sugar and synthmilk to her own mug and as though she could still read his thoughts she assured him. "i would love to right now but we got a tight schedule." she grinned at him over the rim of her mug and he nodded. they were more than sex and while this was his day he was happy to indulge her - though his cock thought differently right now.

"so, whats on the agenda?" he asked and took a big sip from his coffee.

"weeeeell," she said in a sing song voice. "remember that rollercoaster we went on?"

"yeah. you repaired it." he raised an eyebrow. the rollercoaster? out of all the places in night city he didnt expect her to take him there. sure, they had shared a few memories in that place but it was plain weird.

"you will find out the rest later." she smiled again, that infectious smile he loved so much about her. that was one of the things that made him glad they no longer shared a body; back then he was unable to see her smile but now it was one of his favourite things and he knew that he was the source of it. finally, after 90 years of existence he made someone happy, genuinely happy and it filled him with joy too.

"we should check on that fortune teller, wanna see if its still spewing that crap."

they went out for breakfast first, then drove to pacifica. sadly the rollercoaster was completely out of order now and the fortune teller was fixed as well.

viv gave the screen a good kick and then turned to him in defeat. "i'm sorry."

he pressed a kiss to her forehead and smiled. "it's fine." flinging his arm around her, he pulled her close. "been gone long enough, i'm sure they are ready." he had finally figured it out, it was pretty obvious thinking about it now.

"-- what?" she looked up at him in shock.

"c'mon babe, oldest trick in the book. ya get me outta the apartment so they can set up the party."