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smuthospital · 7 months

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🎃⭐️Texas Chainsaw Massacre x reader⭐️🎃

Art by: Minilev

Premise: You go hiking with a friend and this bitch has the audacity to leave you alone. You end up hitchhiking with some hippies, but their van gets a flat! Oh no! Good thing there's a farmhouse nearby. Maybe they can help

Note: I had this in the drafts for awhile. I decided to whip it out for halloween. Enjoy. Say one thing bad thats not constructive criticism and its a block. Tired of these fucking kids smh. Also, imagine everyone with a soulthern accent

-Dr. Smut

Minors DNI

Warning: Non-Con, side charicter death, mentions of gore, kidnapping, fem reader

"So uh..thanks for picking me up." You say with a nervous smile. You refrain from coughing as the strong smell of marijuana floods your nose. Right now, you're in a classic 70s Volkswagen van, hitchhiking through Texas. Your friend convinced you to go backpacking with her, but a quarterway through, she ditched you to continue the trip with her new boyfriend. Some junky she met at a gas station. You can't exactly turn tail and go home because she took the car, and stranded you in the middle of nowhere so, you had no choice, but to catch a ride with some hippies.

"No prob, sweet cheeks. Anything for a pretty lil' lady like yourself." The driver looks back at you for a moment and winks. You think he may like you. You cringe slightly. "Eddy has a crush on you! Ain't that right, Ed?" A girl next to you wearing a tie-dye crop top pokes Edds back a couple of times. "Well, who wouldn't?" He chuckles. You play with your fingers nervously. You've been driving along a dusty, desolate path through some empty part of Texas for a while now. You've always been perturbed by the idea of Texas. Americans and with their guns and hot temper and all. It seems you may have watched too many scary movies. You haven't seen a soul for miles, let alone a house, just tall grass and more tall grass.

The car suddenly jolts and you're all jostled around. The girl sitting next to you clings to you as the driver slams the brakes. You gasp for air, your heart pounding a mile a minute. "Huh!? W-what the!?" Edd shouts before hopping out to investigate. You cautiously slip out the back and join him. Edd lifts a spiked wire. It's still stuck in the now flat tire. "Some asshole must'a dropped it here while delivering somethin'," he says as he drops it back on the ground. It popped the back tires. You pull out your phone. No service. Of course.

"Do you have any spares?" You ask, hoping to get out of this creepy place. "Unfortunately these are the spares, sweet cheeks." He sighs. "Weren't you supposed to buy more, Ed?" Ann shouts from the window. "This is no time to argue! We have to get help!… Look, There's a farmhouse right there. Let's hope someone's home." He says, walking towards it.

You hesitantly follow them to the creepy house. "I'm gonna check the farm, you two knock on the door." Edd doesn't give anyone time to respond before he walks off. You walk up to the front door and Ann knocks. You feel like you're being watched. You shift from foot to foot nervously. A few minutes pass and no word. Not even a sound. "What the? Where's Edd? If no one was home, he should be back by now!" Ann looks around. You begin feeling incredibly anxious. "Let's go find that idiot," she says and walks off quickly, you follow behind her. You can't leave her to do it by herself so you agree. You walk over to the farm and see…the gate open.

"H..hello?" You call. "E-Edd?"…No response. The two of you cautiously walk into the house. It smells like wood and iron. You see a red smudge on the wall…weird. This is getting scary. "Ann…I think we sh-" You're cut off by a blood-curdling scream from Ann. You quickly go over to the open doorway she's looking at to see a horrific sight. Edd has been cut to pieces. You hold back bile in your throat and grab Ann. "Let's go!" You shout. She snaps out of her trance and follows you to the entryway, only for the two of you to halt in your tracks.

Standing there is a giant, his hulking frame filling the doorway. He's the scariest thing you've ever seen in your life. A mask covers half his face, and in his arms is a chainsaw. You make eye contact with the beast and scream. Ann yanks you deeper into the house, hoping to find an exit. The man follows you, hot on your trail. You see a back door and try to open it, but it's locked. Cassie then barely avoids losing her arm as she dodges the giant.

He hasn't tried to attack you yet. You grab a chair and smash it through a window. You pick up a plant and throw it at the man, who cornered Ann. He's completely unphased, but pauses and looks at you as if to warn you. You toss his warning to the wind and jump on his back. "Ann, go!" You scream. Ann runs towards the window but stops when another man shorter than the man you're currently on top of, smashes a hammer onto her head.

You hear a crack and she falls to the floor, limp. "Ann!" You cry. Your body was then slammed to the floor by the hulking, chainsaw-wielding psychopath. You whimper and crawl backwards. You hit a wall and he lifts his chainsaw towards you. You're thankful It's turned off. You close your eyes and wait for death. You feel the blade lightly touch your collarbone…and then gently move down between your breasts and to the junction between your spread legs…he rubs your thigh with the chainsaw lightly, as if thinking. You look up at him in confusion. He tosses the saw to the side and grabs your face in his large hand. He tilts your head from side to side, examining you.

"Think she's pretty, Tommy?" The man who just attacked Ann asked.

'Tommy', the giant holding your face grunts and nods. You're horrified. Does this monster think you're pretty? "Yeah, I agree, Tommy. Good thing you didn't turn her into dinner… though, I don't think you were gonna. You had your eye on her since their car landed in our road trap." He laughed. Trap!? This was all a setup!? Did he say dinner!? Your head is spinning.

Tommy looped his bur waist arm around your waist and hoisted you up, placing you on his shoulder like you weighed a small sack of potatoes. "H-hey! What are you doing? Put me down!" You shout, pounding your hands on his back, but it doesn't even look like he knows you're hitting him. You hear footsteps and look up to see an old woman looking over at you. “P-please help me” you whimper. She smiles down at you sweetly.

"Well, I do say, you sure found yourself a sweet little thing. Ain't that right, Thomas.” The hulking figure above you grunts in agreement. You cry as you realize she has no intention of helping you in the least. “She has a pretty voice too…Take care of my Tommy, girl!” She warns, glaring down at you. “Tommy. Get'er to pop out a few farmhands, will you?" All blood drains from your face. They…want you to…what? Tommy carries you down into a dark, creepy basement. You almost puke. You see dead bodies hanging from hooks and dismembered limbs and bones strewn about….is that Edd? You're carried down a hallway and into a room. The room is empty besides a dirty mattress in a corner. He throws you on the mattress and begins to undress you immediately.

You scream and try to stop him, but he's just too strong. "P-Please stop!" You cry. Tears flow down your cheeks and you hiccup. Tommy leans down and wipes away your tears, not calming you in the slightest. He strips you down to your bra and panties and takes a good look at you, drinking up your body. You can see the lust in his eyes. He grunts in excitement and removes his bloody apron. You curl your body up and hide yourself from him. He softly strokes your cheek and hugs you like you're a teddy bear. He's oddly gentle, but you feel he's losing patience. He taps your shoulder a few times, silently urging you to show yourself to him. when you don't, his taps become a little harder. He grunts in annoyance. He presses himself into you, trying to get closer. You feel his hard cock through his pants and try to shuffle back.

He grunts in frustration, yanking your arm and knees apart, forcing your body to reveal. You need to do something!…" Please,… don't hurt me, Tommy" He only stares into your eyes. You can see emotions swirl in his eyes before he lets go of you and stomps out of the room. Looks like he's giving you time to cooperate. You bring your hands to your face and sob. You look up. You have to get out of here! You hope to god you can do this. You get up and tip-toe towards the door as quietly as you can. You slowly open it and slide it open just enough for you to fit through, which proves to be quite difficult as it's very heavy. You don't know how the monster did it before.

You continue to quietly make your way down the dark hallway, missing the dark shadow to your side. You try not to look around too much at the carnage before making your way up the stairs. You find the window you previously broke now boarded up. You take a deep breath, preparing to make a run for the front door. You haven't heard anyone yet so you think you're still in the clear. You make it to the front door and just as you're about to try and open it, your body is slammed against the wall, your breath knocked out of you. You cough and groan. You feel dizzy. You look up to see Tommy staring down at you with a look of anger. Was he waiting for you to try to escape?

You grit your teeth before lifting your knee to knee him in the crotch, but he anticipates it and grabs your leg, lifting it. He makes space for himself between your legs and lets his large hands roam your bare midriff and up to your breasts where he proceeds to rip off your bra, revealing your chest to him. You whimper in pain and try to hide yourself, earning yourself a shove into the wall, banging your head slightly.

The corners of your eyes go dark for a few moments. Your head stops spinning when he leans down and slides his tongue up your cheek. His other hand reaches down and roughly grabs at your clothed cunt. He makes sounds of excitement once again. Saying you're terrified would be an understatement. You feel his fingers cup and wiggle around down there, not knowing what to do, but liking the feeling of doing it.

You again try to shove him off as best you can. He grunts in annoyance and moves the hand previously on your chest up to your throat. Your whimpers and please turn into choked gasps and gurgles as he squeezes. He gets even closer and you can feel something hard rub against your lower stomach. "Get her, Tommy, get her!" You hear from behind him. He grunts in response and tears off your underwear. He brings it to his nose and inhales. His eyes roll back a bit as if smelling the most heavenly scent imaginable.

You now realize he's probably never held a woman before and he's completely deprived of any sort of warm human touch. "Common, Tommy, gimme that! You get to have her, the least I should get is her undies!" His brother pleads. Tommy contemplates holding the small bit of cloth in front of him before tossing it back, which his brother catches and desperately presses to his face, moaning into the fabric like it's an oxygen mask.

Tommy grabs your hair and begins dragging you back down to the basement. You scream in pain and grab onto his hand for any relief as you're forced to the ground. "No! Please! Ahh Stop!" You cry out. He drags your naked body down the blood-crusted steps and makes his way back to the room you dread. He tosses you onto the mattress once again. By the time you manage to get up on your knees, you hear a clinking sound and turn to see him undoing his belt.

You crawl into the corner as he gets on his knees before you, his shadow casting over you. He unbuttons his shirt and lets it fall off. You now know that trying to inflict pain on him is futile. Muscles that scream he could crush you like a soda can. Not only is he as big as a fridge, but he also looks like an off-season pro wrestler. You can see a very prominent bulge struggling to free itself. The size of the tent itself is intimidating.

His eyes lock on yours as he slowly unzips his belt and frees his aching cock. You look away and feel his weight settle on the bed closer to you. You can feel his heavy breathing on the side of your face. He grabs your legs and yanks you beneath him, positioning himself at your entrance. You feel his bulbous tip rub up and down your folds. "Please…" Your eyes widen and you trail off as your eyes lower to what's prodding at your cunt. You want to look away, but morbid curiosity wins. It's almost unbelievable. His cock like himself, is too big. It's long, very thick and veiny. It looks like a beer can. You can just tell he's smiling under his mask.

He slowly pushes the tip in. You try to scoot back, but he grips your hips with his massive hands and pushes forward, but fails entry, seeming too big. He grunts in frustration. He tries again, this time managing to push the tip in. You scream. It hurts so bad. "No, y-you're too big!" you gasp, squirming in place. He holds your hips tighter and continues pushing forward, impaling you on his cock, all the way to the base.

Your mind blanks. You're unable to think cohesively. You're in so much pain. He lets out a groan of pleasure and doesn't wait for you to adjust to his size and just starts moving. It feels like your organs are moving around to accommodate his massive size. You look down to see a large bulge in your lower stomach. You whimper and groan as he thrusts. "W-why?" You croak. He looks up at you before lifting your knees, pressing them to your chest and leaning on you. Your eyes roll into the back of your head as you feel him push deeper into your womb, the tip of his cock threatening to push through your cervix. He nuzzles his face into the side of your neck, cooing softly to you affectionately while playing with your hair as if to say 'I love you'.

You cry beneath him, moans being forced from your lips as his hips plow into yours. Tommy grabs your breast, rolling the nipple between his fingers. You can hear him making happy sounds of some sort between grunts. He suddenly picks you up and gets off the bed with you in his arms, skewering you on his cock. He raises you up and down like a human fleshlight. You uncontrollably moan into his shoulder. His hands grope your ass as he starts to force you up and down faster. It feels good. You can't help but feel shame.

He grunts loudly and forces himself as deep as he can. You whine as you feel a rush of hot cum flow into you. Rope after rope, he fills you up. You feel so hot inside. Your stomach bloats from the sheer volume he fucked into you. He pants and looks at you, rubbing your cheek with his. He slowly lifts you off his cock, cum pouring from your abused cunt before setting you down on the mattress. He covers you with a thick warm blanket and brushes your hair from your face, stroking it with his thumb lovingly. If you knew this was gonna be a one-way trip, you would've brought some pillows.

#lemon #non con #x reader #yandere #yandere x reader #dead dove do not eat #male yandere #yandere noncon #texas chainsaw massacre #bubba sawyer #thomas hewitt #slashers #fem reader

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vagabond-umlaut · 8 days

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HIIII KIT <333333 you said you were okay w selfship asks so!!!!! here i am :33

first of all >:3 i’m a sucker for the falls first/falls harder dynamic, so!!! in your selfships, who fell first and who fell harder?? 🎤🎤 or did you both fall at the same time??? i need to knowwww!!!

anddddd i also . love & adore….. sun/moon pairings……… 👉👈 so i’d love to know where your selfships fall on that scale too!!! :3 i get sun vibes from you but i could see moon too…. super curious to hear abt this one hehe

anyway!!!! ily kit <3333 i hope sukugo r treating you nicely!!!!! feral cat men smh…

AAAHHH ARIIi, TYTYTY FOR SENDING ME THESE QUESTIONS! I SERIOUSLY LOVE ANSWERING ASKS ON MY SELFSHIPS SM— i'm hugging u so very tightly rn *mwah mwah mwah* @twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat

who fell first? who fell harder?

kitoru

honestly speaking, the lore of my ship w satoru changes w the seasons 🤭🤭 but acc to the information i hv as of summer 2024, i'm the one who fell first. and 'toru is the one who fell harder. i fell for him a very long time ago— back when i was in my mid teens and he was in his early twenties. but nothing romantic happened then– wtv hints i gave him either went over his head or he intentionally side-stepped them. and i js stopped giving him hints after one or two failed attempts, js staying happy with staring at him from afar, or yk, relishing wtv moments i used to get him as being one of his acquaintances... [he used to see me as a 'friend'. i nvr thought he cld see me as a 'friend', haha] but yk, when we grew up, i crossed quite some distance into my twenties and he too entered his late twenties— this is when the tectonic plates of our relationship slowly started shifting. i cld feel it, but i did not want to hope once again js to get heart-broken a second time— satoru, however, felt the shift like an earthquake. it's like, one moment he was thinking of me like he wld think of a friend, but then smthng happened, and he was like, "oh. this isn't how i think of shoko or nanami. oh. oh."— and well, let's js say, satoru was not rly in the mood for dating... he was more like, "omggg, ily! i'll take care of u! i'll make sure u hv a happy life! why don't we get married engaged, hm?" [i love my men a bit yandere 😂]

kitkuna

i think, mr. darcy's words fit sukuna and my dynamics the best 😄— “i was in the middle before i knew that i had begun.” we did not hv a very normal start to our relationship. sukuna js abducted me from my family and made me his queen. and i js became his queen and began to live in his temple or palace or fort or wtv. and yeah, we js started living together the way two ppl married as if for tax benefits start living together under the same roof. tht is it... except, tht doesn't stay tht is it for long. usually, i wld be content w some yummy food, interesting books, and nice comfy clothes— but over time, i began to notice i was feeling stuff other than js content. over time, this heavy feeling inside my chest began to grow lighter and i began to feel freer— and i realised, it was because of this freedom i was experiencing here. smthng i nvr got to experience when i was w my family— that place was rly good, yeah. i was treated rly well. but i felt more like ' a bird inside a golden cage' there. this observation changed my perception of sukuna from a housemate to smthng more amiable, perhaps smthng more affectionate, and i tried to get closer to him, inch by inch— actually millimetre by millimetre, 'cause i love to test the waters 1st then dip my toe into it— and then one fine day, when i wake up from an afternoon nap and i find sukuna sitting at the table, totally immersed in scrolls of poetry... an odd thing happens in my chest— which occurs again at dinner a few nights later... when i notice him eating as messily as ever— smthng which repeats when i catch him napping one day, akin a big cat lounging in the shade— a phenomenon which starts to happen multiple times a day very very soon... needless to say, i quickly diagnose it as a case of falling in love w my hubby 😌😌 as for sukuna... i don't rly think he feels love... he kidnapped me 'cause he was lwk intrigued by me. [idk why] he married me 'cause he grew highkey intrigued by me. [i still hv no idea why 😭😭] and he gave me space, never tried to be bad or scary to me 'cause he gave me some amt of respect as his wife, his queen [i nvr went to his court tho. i preferred drinking fruit juice and reading a good book in the shade of a tree] [were u able to guess i'm lazyyy] but then, one day, few weeks after i was able to extricate myself from my jumbled emotions and reach a definitive diagnosis— i found him snoozing under the same tree i take rest under, w a very amateurish book titled 'how do you know you are in love'— and i actually got rooted to the spot. and sukuna, heaven knows how, woke up while i was busy gaping at him. and he made an embarrassed face and dashed away— uraume later confirmed, their lord was feeling an odd thing in their chest; esp the last few weeks— roughly the same time as when i first encountered my symptom. later tht night, when i started subtly teasing him, calling us soulmates, he js put a blanket over my head to shut me up, but did not kill me— guess he loves me, huh 🤭🤭

who is the sun? who is the moon?

be it kitoru or kitkuna, i think i'm the moon, babes 😇😇 tho not a full moon. i'm more of a waxing crescent, methinks... 'cause i feel like i'm bright, but not bright enuf to light someone's path thru a forest at night... i js hv the potential, heh [i'm defo not the sun, babes 😅😅 i can be a lil grumpy and mean tbh, hahaha] satoru and sukuna, on the other hand... i think they are the sun in our dynamics. they can be both the comforting sun of chilly winter mornings, when i need them to be here for me, to hug me, to kiss me, to love me— and the scorching sun of a summer noon, ready to burn anyhting and everything which dares to bother me... [i love satoru and sukuna being a little crazy in their love for me 🥰🥰]

they're treating me pretty well so far, babes 🥰🥰🥰 and fr fr— feral cat men make me go insaneeee 😂😂😂

now i too wanna know ur answers to these same asks for ur selfships, my loveee 🤗🤗🤗 [no pressure tho!! only if u wanna ❤️❤️]

#sorry for such horribly long answers babes 😖😖😖#but i rly had sm fun thinking then replying to ur questions 😌😌#satoru's is a bit shorter 'cause i'm writing a series based on it atm #[my bad habit is to start new series insp by my kitoru lore hehe]#two things which i LOVE my men to be is very loyal and protective #okay three things.#3rd thing: they must be obsessed w me!!! [/just kidding 🤣🤣]#tysm once again for sending me this ask baby!! ilysm 💓💓💓💓#ask: ari 💙#kit's inbox 📧#satoru 💞 kit #sukuna 💞 kit

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cloveroctobers · 7 months

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OCTOBER PROMPTS 🎃 — 2. Willie Jack

A/N: okay y’all lured me in to write anotha one about our girl! Can’t believe the show is over, idk why I expected at least 4-6 seasons smh. Show will be missed and I’m open to seeing where the cast further take their careers fr. I’m not speaking on that supposed relationship between two certain characters because it wasn’t really executed to me while watching? We all know if there was going to be a relationship between the teens who it really should have focused on. So whatever they hinted at this time doesn’t actually exist and it’s not canon to me! Anyways, would definitely recommend a rewatch for myself lol.

WARNINGS: language + awkwardness when it comes to crushes?

PROMPTS are from here + I’m using: blackberry picking, “do you want some hot chocolate?” and “I don’t like scary movies.” “I’ll keep you safe.”

🕸️𖤐༘⋆/ᐠ - ˕ -マ༘⋆𖤐🕸️ 🕸️𖤐༘⋆/ᐠ - ˕ -マ༘⋆𖤐🕸️ 🕸️𖤐༘⋆/

Willie Jack is still in disbelief that she’s back.

Well…not really back she thought. Mika was simply visiting temporarily from Nebraska—of all fucken places!!! which she moved to with her house full of family a few years back. She didn’t get the chance to visit much (at least Elora did being a whole college student and shit) but it seemed like she kept up with mostly everybody else, except for Willie Jack who was still being closed off with Mika’s departure.

“What’s up with you? Why aren’t you over there chopping it up with Mika? You know she’s outta here on Sunday right?” Bear says from beside Willie Jack, who quickly turns her attention back to her friend on the field.

Willie Jack shrugs, “don’t be in my business bro.”

“Yeah Cheese is right, you’re vibe is giving preternaturalness.”

Immediately Willie Jack jerks her head back with a frown, “fuck did you just call me?”

“I don’t know but i know it fits.” Bear grins at Willie Jack, slapping his hands down on her shoulders before leaving her at the plants to join the rest.

Yes it was unusual for Willie Jack to ever distance herself from her friends. She was a social butterfly amongst her friends majority of the time but having Mika back after all this time made her feel off and that’s something she hardly allows herself to feel.

“Sup,” another familiar voice catches Willie Jack off guard from behind the shrubs, her fists going up ready to defend herself but she realizes it’s just Elora staring at her strangely.

Elora lifts her chin, “what’s up with you?”

“I really wish everyone would stop saying that shit to me. I’m cool, having a grand time with my buddy, bart the blackberry tree.” Willie Jack is waving her hands at the dark fruit.

Elora stares hard at her friend before flicking her eyes off to the group where Mika has her head thrown back in laughter at something Jackie says.

Which also doesn’t sit right with Willie Jack.

“Jackie ain’t funny, so fuck is she laughing at?” Willie Jack mutters making Elora slowly nod her head and cross her arms as she gets closer to the girl.

Elora states, “Mika’s still that giggly person we’ve always known and love. That hasn’t changed.”

“Yo, You’re supposed to be on my side here.”

“Why does there need to be sides when it comes to Mika, she’s our homie no?”

Willie Jack rolls her eyes and says nothing more at that. She did consider Mika a friend once upon a time and it’s not like she didn’t consider her as such but things did change the night that she left. And Willie Jack never told anyone about it and still wasn’t sure how she felt.

“I guess but like…it’s different now.”

“But why?” Elora pressed, “to me it seems like you’re the one making it an issue when it didn’t seem like she had a problem since she hugged you when we met up earlier.”

Willie Jack messes with her beaded earrings now, briefly thinking about that encounter hours ago. Mika was all deep dimple smiles and although Willie Jack was the last person she hugged, Mika still acknowledged her like they haven’t stopped talking.

“If I tell you, you got to promise me you won’t make it a big deal.”

Elora nods, “okay…go on.”

Willie jack looks around to make sure everyone is still out of ear shot, she scratches at the back of her neck in nervousness. She’s been holding onto this for so long now and she knows there’ll be some relief telling somebody about what went down.

“Alright so I’m just gonna come right out with it,” Willie Jack exhales, “the night Mika left to shitty Nebraska…she came over to the crib and we were out in my backyard having a bit of a heart to heart you know? And she kissed me, bro.”

“What?!” Elora yells gaining the attention of everyone and Willie Jack goes to slam her hands on top of her cap covered hair in embarrassment.

Willie Jack glares at Elora who covers her mouth trying to hide her laughs, leaving Willie Jack to turn to Jackie, Bear, cheese, and of course Mika. She gives them a commercialized thumbs up before turning back to Elora, yanking on her shoulders to shove her further away between the shrubs.

“Fuck did I just say,” Willie Jack hisses at Elora who’s grinning at the younger girl now after stumbling a bit, “you’re the one making it worse now.”

Elora rolls her eyes, “please, they have no clue what we’re even talking about.”

“Maybe not or maybe! with you sounding like a fucken surround sound.”

Elora chuckles, “my bad, bro. But this explains so much!”

“Does it?”

“Yeah! she’s been asking me about you whenever we catch up with me at school and her all the way in Nebraska.” Elora informs Willie Jack who lifts her brows at bit at the news until Elora then sighs, “I was the only one that figured out that something went on without her really saying anything about it.”

“Wait…Mika’s asked about me?” Willie Jack is rocking on her toes now and Elora sends her a knowing smile.

“Uh yeah bro, it’s not like she ever forgot about you. You’re the one who stopped sending letters and picking up the phone.”

Willie Jack lifts her chin inquiring, “How you know that?”

“Mika told me, shit ass!” Elora lightly shoves Willie Jack’s shoulders.

“So…I’ve been a shit ass all this time when Mika’s been worried about me?”

Willie Jack’s never been the type of friend to just leave you hanging. If there was a issue, she would be quick to tell you to, “not be like that!” Wanting to figure it out, even if it was only keeping each other company until you were ready to speak on it. However with Mika, things change and she wasn’t sure if it was for the better.

“Well…I wouldn’t say worried but she cares and I don’t think she ever stopped being your friend, you’re the one who stopped.”

“I didn’t mean to.” Willie Jack feels the weight of that statement and she didn’t enjoy the sinking feeling in her tummy right now.

“Then fix it.” Elora orders, “Stop hovering in the corner by yourself like a fucken weirdo and just talk to her! So maybe you guys can be something if that’s what y’all want.”

Willie Jack scowls, “who said all that? I still don’t even know how I feel about it all. It happened forever ago anyways. Maybe she forgot? Plus she could be seeing somebody and we live hours away now so I doubt that will ever work.”

“Stop doubting yourself and you won’t know unless you try.”

Plus they could always look at Elora as a prime example. Although she wasn’t that far away from Okern, Elora still put in the effort to still be around now that their lives were slowly but surely changing.

“…Mvto, Elora.”

“Don’t mention it,” Elora pushes Willie Jack’s shoulder, “can’t believe you’re growing up on me, making out and shit.”

“Ah, yeah, shut up.”

“Let’s go!”

“Alright man, don’t rush me! Let me get my thoughts together first.”

“If you think too much, you’re gonna fuck it up…more than you already have.”

“Wow, it’s like that?

“Yeah, kinda.” Elora snickers.

Elora ends up leaving Willie Jack for a few moments to gather herself, gradually directing the rest away from Mika as she sees Willie Jack making her way over.

She’s swinging her hands behind her back awkwardly as the crisp air blows. Mika’s dressed in a jet black off the shoulder baggy sweater paired with a patterned pleated skirt, ripped up stockings, and gummy bear earrings.

She’s gorgeous and it’s not fair.

“How much blackberries you think you got?” Willie Jack starts from behind Mika, who’s on her tippy toes.

She sets back down, tossing some into a picnic basket she brought along, which Bear and Jackie teased her about but she shrugged it off with a smile and middle finger.

“You know…I was trash at probability in school right?” Mika’s sunset eyes glance at Willie Jack over her shoulder, “I never guessed right or got the prizes and it definitely pissed me off to no end.”

Willie Jack leans forward, peeking at her basket but Mika playfully steps in front of it, “I’m not sharing.”

“What?” Willie Jack blows a raspberry, “I’m sure I got more than you back in my own stash. These hands are the quickest ones here.”

Mika stares off at the spot Willie Jack was once at and dips her head, almost pointing, “are you faster than a Prairie dog?”

Willie Jack whips around, locating the chunky animal running off with her sack of blackberries. “Hey you oversized chicken nugget, that shit ain’t yours!”

The animal stops in the middle on its run, dropping the bag to bare its teeth at Willie Jack who jumps back with her hands raised in the air, leaving the dog to pick the sack up with its teeth and carry on its way.

“Even the fucken animals tryin’ to tear a hard working woman down, that ain’t right! Imma tell the ancestors about your bullshit too!” Willie Jack yells as the prairie dog continues fleeing.

Mika’s laughing before softly placing her hands on Willie Jack’s shoulders, “I think that was his way of telling me to share, although you’re the one who ghosted me.”

“Don’t have a clue what you’re talking about.” Willie Jack is poking her lips out.

Mika gives the long haired girl a look before turning to put her basket on her wrist, leading the way through the rows of blackberry shrubs.

Letting out a long sigh Mika replies, “the dogs never told me you ended up with amnesia.”

“I don’t think I have that,” Willie Jack said walking beside her, “…I just don’t want to make it awkward for you.”

Mika glances at the braided girl, “For me or for you? I don’t have any regrets if that’s what you’re worried about.”

“…are we talking about the same thing? The thing that happened a couple years ago in my backyard?”

“Oh you mean: me kissing you and you kissing me back?”

“Is that how it went?” Willie Jack’s eyes were in slits now.

Mika laughs, “hell yeah, shit ass and I didn’t forget! I couldn’t, which is why I wrote to you.”

“But you never brought it up?”

“I couldn’t get the best read on you when it happened. I knew you were caught off guard but…did you like it?”

Willie Jack stares at the floor, twisting her lips around in thought. How it felt to have Mika’s always covered bracelet arms locked softly around her shoulders, and her natural scent of patchouli, apples, and brown sugar was already intoxicating before she even put her lips on Willie Jack’s. Of course she was caught off guard with Mika taking the lead, Mika’s focus only on Willie Jack’s lips as she stopped thinking about it and just did it. There was only one chance and she waited a long time to take it so why not go forth with the risk?

“I mean…I didn’t not like it.” Willie Jack peeks at Mika who nods with a small smile, “it’s just shitty that you pulled that that same night you were leaving though. Didn’t really have a chance to talk about it or process it really.”

Mika understands that, “sorry about that, the not talking about it but not the actual kissing part. guess I kinda had to process myself…since I been wanted to kiss you but I did panic when you didn’t say much after.”

“It was something…but a good something.” Willie jack bumps her shoulder with the girl who smirks at her.

Soon they’re walking in silence, fingertips brushing against each others as the make their way back to Elora’s car where everyone else is standing near it talking themselves.

“Hey guys!” Cheese waves, “we’re gonna have enough berries to last us to new years!”

Willie Jack announces, “I got the most though!”

“Where?” Jackie asks.

Willie Jack kisses her teeth, “fucken prairie—it doesn’t matter, I just do and you’ll have to take my word for it.”

“I’d rather not.”

Willie jack rolls her eyes.

Elora laughs as she gazes at Mika and Willie Jack, “you two ready to go? It’s getting dark and we got a hour drive back home.”

Her eyes meet Willie Jack’s silently hinting that she hoped they got somewhere with their talk but Wille Jack just shrugs her shoulders.

“I’ll help if you get tired, Elora.” Mika speaks up.

Willie Jack raises her brows, “you got a license?”

Mika was a year older than Willie Jack.

“Yup not long before my family and I traveled back here. Think that’s why my ma really wanted me to do it in the first place since they took my granny’s license away. She’s losing her sight and thinks my hair is on fire instead of pink.”

“Orange would look sick on you though,” Jackie comments, making Willie Jack flick her eyes over to the once bleached girl.

Willie jack adds, “you want Meeks to look like fucken child’s play? She’s wearing the pink well, better than I’ve ever seen. True queen shit, which you wouldn’t know a thing about.”

Jackie sends a look to Elora and Bear, unsure what was going on here.

Mika bumps her hip with Willie Jack’s, “we’re cool again, I think.”

“Must be with how hard Willie Jack just went for you,” Bear grins before glancing at the girl on his right, “got Jackie here speechless.”

“Fuck off,” Jackie shoves Bear while looking at the hat wearing girl, “…glad whatever you two went through is over but…do we got a problem Willie?”

Willie Jack is nonchalant, “we don’t got no beef…just chill out.”

Which definitely sounded like a warning in Jackie’s eyes.

“It was a compliment or suggestion. Don’t see Mika getting tight about it.”

“Okay! Let’s get going.” Elora steers the conversation away, “Jackie, ride up front with me.”

“Sure,” Jackie eyes Willie Jack who huffs at her, circling around to the passenger side.

Cheese gets in the middle of the backseat while Bear runs around to the other side of the car to sit behind Jackie. Willie jack is awkwardly looking at the space in the car.

“I’ll hold your basket for you, Mika.” Cheese offers, while she thanks the young boy.

Bear sees The dilemma and also offers, “You can squeeze in Mika or sit on my lap if you want?”

“Oh god,” Elora mutters, pressing her forehead against the steering wheel, making Jackie frown at her.

Willie jack shakes her head, quickly moving to sit right beside cheese, strapping herself into the car before holding out her hand, “C’mon on then, you heard Elora. We got a long way to go.”

“Ohhh are you—

Willie Jack dips her head silently making Mika smile to herself, while the rest await the scene that plays out in front of them. Mika doesn’t further question it, entering the car and sitting right on Willie Jack’s lap before closing the door behind her.

“Aw but Mika doesn’t have a seat belt.”

Willie jack carefully slips her hands around Mika’s waist, “I got her.”

“That works for now!” Cheese beams, not reading into it too much like the rest in the car are.

Bear is smirking now after it dawns on him what is happening as Mika leans back into Willie Jack’s embrace so Elora can better see out the back window but also because it was a nice place to be.

“Is this okay?” Willie Jack whispers to Mika who’s made herself comfortable, head resting back in the space between Willie Jack’s neck and shoulder.

Mika says, “yup! Long as you got me.”

“I do.” Willie Jack meets Mika’s eyes, squeezing her a bit tighter.

“Good, then we have nothing to worry about. Let’s enjoy the ride.”

“Word.” Willie jack concludes, almost snapping her eyes shut at how annoying she probably sounded but Mika just presses her forehead into the side of Willie Jack’s head.

Elora drops Willie Jack off first with Mika having to exit the car. She asks Mika if she’ll walk her to her door and she agrees with a yawn along with a stretch of her arms up into the autumn air.

“So…” Willie Jack is back to swinging her hands in front of her as she stands face to face with Mika on her stoop.

Mika laughs, “yes Mena?”

“Do you want some hot chocolate?”

“I’d love some!” She bounces on her toes, “I’ll just tell the guys that I’m staying here.”

“Yeah, okay. Nice!”

Willie Jack silently curses to herself again while she just knows her friends are in the car talking shit. She watches Mika lean against the door of the window, talking to their friends in the car, waving at them before she steps back. Skirt spinning with her as she walks back to Willie Jack and fuck she’s so pretty!

Which almost distracts her from Bear smashing his lips on the car window as Elora pulls off from the curb with a honk of her horn.

“After you my lady,” Willie Jack holds her hands out after pushing the front door open.

Mika curtesy’s before entering the home, peeking around as she steps into the first space, which happens to be the living room. “Everything still looks the same.”

“Yeah?”

“Uh huh.” Mika plops down on the couch while Willie Jack enters the kitchen, turning the stove on before opening the fridge to get the leftover homemade hot chocolate she made at midnight.

It’s quiet but it’s not awkward as Mika makes herself comfortable, folding her legs underneath her on the couch. It’s not long before Willie Jack enters the living room with steaming mugs.

“Thanks,” Mika takes the mug with a smile while Willie Jack places her’s on the coffee table.

She takes off her hat, tossing it on the arm of the couch before digging her fingers into her braid to let her hair run free. Mika watches Willie Jack as she sips on the just right hot beverage, admiring just how beautiful her “friend” is.

“Your hair’s gotten longer,” Mika observes, “it’s still stunning.”

Willie jack fans her hand about, “thanks girl, I grew it myself.”

“Hell yeah! Love it just the way it is.”

And the way Mika is looking at Willie Jack makes her heart thud in her chest. The damn girl’s only been here for a day and she’s already got her feeling a way.

“We should watch a scary movie!” Willie jack jumps to her feet, heading over to the collection of dvd’s.

Mika rests one hand in the crease of her other arm, “I don’t like scary movies.”

Willie jack looks back at Mika from her squatting position, picking up on her unease. She was aware that Willie Jack’s parents weren’t home as the house was too hushed and she didn’t see her dad’s truck in the driveway. Night time has definitely fallen and they were alone, dancing around what they could be and now this girl was trying to put on a horror movie?!

“Really?” Willie jack asks, “any particular reason or…?”

“I don’t think it’s never really been my thing,” Mika murmurs while she looks at the front door, “every time you or bear would suggest sneaking into the outdoor movie night by lake crow I wanted to stick my head in the dirt and never come out.”

“Shit…guess I gotta pay more attention.”

“Nah, who wants to be the odd one out when everyone else was down? I just dealt with it…plus you two were always so excited although I lost sleep for a few nights because of all those movies but…you get over it you know?”

“If we do this…you think you’re gonna have any nightmares?”

“Hard to say honestly.”

“Then…I’ll keep you safe.” Willie Jack strongly said, “but that’s only if you want to. I’ll even pick the least scary one out of the batch.”

Mika sips at the hot chocolate, thinking about it, “I’m gonna hold you to it.”

Willie Jack makes a offering motion with a imaginary hot chip before taking the time to go through the collection. She finds one that she thinks will be alright before shoving it into the dvd player. Once she’s seated back next to Mika, she tosses one arm along the top of the couch allowing Mika to fill in that space.

She does, shuffling closer as a long suspenseful intro starts after Willie jack fumbled with the remote. Willie jack tries her hardest to keep her eyes on the screen but it’s the heat radiating off from Mika that makes it hard.

“Hey…you’re not drinking your chocolate?” Mika points out, pulling her head back to look at Willie Jack who fails to hide her staring.

She scratches at her ear, “oh right, it’s still piping hot. Imma let it rest for a bit you know?”

“Don’t tell me you’re one of those iced hot chocolate people?”

Willie jack scrunches up her lips, “I’m not. Don’t even think I ever tried that before.”

“Hmm.”

“You don’t believe me?”

“I didn’t say anything!”

“Your face did though.”

“What’s wrong with my face?” Mika leans back to give Willie Jack the side eye.

Now they’re looking at each other and Willie Jack is silently counting the beauty marks that’s on Mika’s diamond shaped face while Mika’s peering at Willie’s side profile.

“Nothing,” Willie Jack fully turns now gripping Mika’s chin and she almost forgets to breathe correctly, “nothing at all,” before she leans forward to press her lips right against Mika’s.

Willie Jack hears her squeal a bit but Mika knows she has to hold on tighter to the mug now while Willie Jack holds her in place. Mika tastes just like chocolate and cherries while her lips feel like fresh petals. Look at that, Willie Jack could be poetic or corny when it comes to romance too! Mika’s unfortunately not Willie Jack’s first kiss but this kiss definitely makes her forget all about what’s their face. The only thing that’s on her mind is how her heart basically skips a beat with her lips right on Mika’s.

And a kiss like this has never made Mika’s toes curl before.

When she pulls back, Mika is curling Willie Jack’s hair back behind her ear. She bits down on her lips to hide her dimpled smile (which doesn’t work in her favor really, Willie Jack was so tempted to poke them) as Willie Jack slowly opens her eyes to meet Mika’s sunset.

Willie Jack remembers to breathe, “What?”

“You kissed me, you really like me.” Mika sings into Willie Jack’s face, while the girl claps her hands against her face hoping her skin isn’t warming up but knows it probably is.

Mika reaches for Willie Jack’s wrist while laying her head back on the couch, “don’t be shy now, that was glorious!”

“Glorious? Oh my god.”

“That a great thing! Marvelous! Splendid even!”

“You sound like one of those teachers who thinks the sun shines out of their ass, bro.”

Mika pauses,“I don’t think you can call me bro anymore.”

“Why not?”

“‘Cause we kissed, twice?” Mika holds up the deuces, laughing as Willie Jack shakes her head, trying to wrap her head around the fact that she initiated this kiss.

Willie Jack nods her head at her own thinking, “You’ll always be my bro…just a different type. More meaningful, a higher level.”

“Oooh so I get perks?”

“Yeah…as soon as we figure out what to do about us?”

Mika goes quiet then, knowing their time was limited. She was only here for a week, mainly to visit and go to the state fair but that thought made her depressed since she was also building a life after graduating high school…all the way in Nebraska…and that’s not something she wanted to dwell on right now.

She peers at Willie Jack from underneath her lengthy eyelashes, “We could always just make out some more until we do?”

Willie jack scoffs, “I see, you only want me for my lips.”

“And your heart,” Mika leans into Willie Jack who licks her lips, feeling those butterflies in her stomach.

Willie jack throws her head back, “the rizz is killing me!”

“You love it.”

“I think I do.” Willie Jack nods.

“Yeaaah! So kiss me.”

“I’ll do more of that after we finish the movie, I know you’ll need it.”

“So you’re the one plotting on me then.”

“Noooo.” Wille jack fails to hide her smile although this wasn’t originally her plan…it doesn’t sound half bad now.

Mika pokes the long haired girl, “Now I don’t believe you!”

“Well I hope you have it in your heart not to hold nothing else against me. I made you hot chocolate, I gave you my love—

Mika laughs a bit, “that you did, that you did.”

They briefly place their foreheads against each other until Mika moves to rest her head on Willie Jack’s shoulder. It’s not long that they turn their attention back to the screen, both confused on this grainy yet clearly dated horror film.

“I think we need edibles to enjoy this.”

That would make the most logical sense and why Willie Jack’s dad even owned this film: House (1977).

“Damn,” Willie Jack snaps her finger, “and it would be even better if we at least had the blackberries. All that work we put in, we should at least be able to enjoy them.”

Mika gasps, “I can’t believe I left them in elora’s car.”

“That blows…hopefully cheese holds them down for you or else we’ll have to kick somebody’s ass. And by somebody, I mean bear and probably Jackie’s Wednesday Addams lookin’ ass.”

Mika snorts, missing this friend dynamic, “Meeks and Mena, doing what we do best.”

“Fuck yeah, thriving and Survivin’.”

“Real shit,” Mika grins as Willie Jack slips her hand to intertwine with Mika’s.

And she enjoys how Mika’s hand fits just right in her own, although a little shaky, which reminded Wille Jack of Mika’s old fear of bodies of water when they were much younger, Willie Jack gives Mika’s a quick squeeze to ease any form of anxiety her body maybe experiencing.

Whether it be the wonders of the world or the wonders of their relationship.

They didn’t have to always search for the answers, at least not right away. So for the present they could settle into the excitement of what’s happening in the now…

To just live with the guidance of one another.

With Meeks and Mena holding on no longer tiptoeing…then perhaps that could be more than enough.

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Continue with my October anthology prompts here.

#Willie jack #Willie jack x reader #Willie jack x f! reader #rez dogs #reservation dogs #reservation dogs season 3 #reservation dogs final season #bear smallhill #elora danan #Elora Dana postoak #cheese williams #Jackie reservation dogs #Jackie Rez dogs #October prompts #queued

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doggernaut · 10 months

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Thank you to @parvuls for the BINGO card and motivation to do this. I love fic, and I love sharing fic recs (and I love hunting down fics for people!), especially those that fly under the radar. I think there's a good mix of "classics" and what I hope will become new favorites for people in here.

(I'm going for the blackout here, folks, but will post one line at a time because I just got back from one trip and am trying to plan another (not to mention catch up on everything I put off during the week I was away), and putting these rec lists together is time consuming. )

genfic (no ships) • Atwater Market by WrathoftheStag (@wrathofthestag)

I love this little fic about Bitty and Bob bonding as they shop for dinner. There's something really satisfying about reading about positive relationships between a character and their partner's family members, and I love that Bitty and Bad Bob have their own "thing" they're able to connect over that has nothing to do with Jack. @wrathofthestag also writes so evocatively about cities and food; when I can’t travel, her fics scratch that itch.

crossover • And the Day Winding Like Dreams by HugeAlienPie (@hugealienpie)

This is less a crossover than it is a fic inspired by Inception, though characters from that movie are mentioned in passing. What this is is a fic that takes Inception’s world building and skillfully transfers it to a post-canon SMH fic that’s also a heist AU and an incredibly romantic getting together story. Read it even if you aren’t familiar with Inception; I did and I loved it, and when I finally saw the movie it was that much easier to follow because I’d read this fic.

hurts so good • This Unsheltered Place by westernredcedar (@thewesternredcedar)

Buckle up and brace yourself because this is it, the ultimate angst fic. I can’t tell you how many times I’ve read this fic and still have to skim the first few chapters because they’re so painful. But, painful in w way that poking at a bruise is kind of satisfying. Despite the pain, this is one of my top five fics of all time. Yes, there is a breakup, but the coming back together is so satisfying and, because of the way it happens, feels so earned. This is also a wonderful Jack Zimmermann character study that delves into his anxieties and insecurities (a thing that @thewesternredcedar is so so good at in every fic). His decisions in this fic aren’t always the best decisions but they always make sense, and that’s largely because the author is so skillful at making the reader to see Bitty through Jack’s eyes. (Mind the tags, because I mean it when I say this one can be rough.)

still a WIP • It's Only a Change of Time by Sophia_Prester (@missweber)

I don't want to say too much about this time loop fic but that's because 23 (out of a projected 25) chapters in, I still can't begin to guess how it's going to end. It's a time loop and a mystery and there's a bit of hockey history and Jack Zimmermann/Zimmermann family backstory thrown in as well. Johnson is there. Through it all, it's Jack's love for Bitty and the life he wants to build with him that drives him to do what he does. Over and over again. This fic is so well thought out and executed. As soon as it finishes I plan to read it all over again from the beginning because I know I'll see things I missed the first time around.

you read it instead of sleeping • Heart of Ice by flowerfan (@flowerfan2)

This is a 55K fic that I read in one night. I couldn’t put it down. Without giving too much away, it’s a mystery of sorts that begins with Jack disappearing. I read this straight through because I couldn’t sleep without knowing why Jack left. The chapters depicting the months Bitty spends alone, grieving the end of his relationship and forging ahead with his post-college life, felt as long to me as they must have to him. As the story progresses the reason for Jack’s disappearance, and the way he and Bitty navigate their new normal upon his return, is slowly revealed. This fic is so well-crafted and though an AU, it has all of the elements of a classic Zimbits fic: their love for one another despite the apparent obstacles, and Bitty’s kindness and belief in Jack, are its foundation.

#omgcp #omgcp fic recs #omgcp fic rec bingo

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ppnuggie · 2 years

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YOUR PREDATOR HEADCANONS ARE SO GOOD!!! I really love em sm! May I request maybe hcs of fugitive, jungle hunter, assasin and city hunter with a mate or s/o that likes to overwork themselves out of boredom? Maybe their mate usually goes on duo hunting missions with them but they start to notice they also take solo missions even if they just finished one?? they tend to forget that their human and humans need rest smh-- I am very sorry if this is too specific and you can ignore this if you want-- Make sure to rest and take your time in writing other more requests, I hope all goes well for you and overall take care of yourself!!!

(Almost forgot to mention the gender but gender neutral is a-ok to me)

　　　　　　PREDATOR x gn human reader

　　　　『　fugitive ,, jungle hunter ,, AP ,, city hunter ,, gender neutral human reader 』

　　-> predators w/ a gn human s/o who overworks themselves out of boredom

　　— fluff ,, sfw ,, crack ,, comfort ,, slight tw for bad health behaviors

　　— ahhh tysm !! 🥹🤲❤️ im so glad you like my writing 😭😭🤲 ill do your request np ! <33 tysm for requesting too btw !! so far its all been okay ,, been more sleepy then usual but thats bc of school 🙄🙄 tho i was half asleep on the bus tryna write this so there might be some spelling errors 😭

fugitive ::

• he worries over you often when you do this ,, as there are many dangers out in the universe and you’re so fragile 😭❤️

• he at least insists that you let him tag along ,, just to make sure he can at least protect you from something that might happen

• he makes sure you at least rest too ,, he knows the capabilities and limits of humans’ bodies ,, especially if its you

• he does nag a bit but other then that hes just worried over your safety <33

jungle hunter ::

• the moment he sees you taking hunts ,, hes puffing his chest in pride at how strong his mate is ,, look how awesome they are !

• but when he learns of the fact that youre taking them more often then you should without regarding your health ,, he thinks to himself about the situation

• the moment you get back from a hunt ,, hes standing there with his arms crossed and a huff ready to be puffed out his mouth

• hes equivalent to a mom scolding her kids ,, except hes scolding you for disregarding your needs before he decides to spend more time for the rest of the day with you

ap ::

• he wont notice ,, hes busy as ever and doesnt have much time to bother wasting ,, so he wouldnt be aware of your habit

• until hes free for once that is ,, looking all over the place for you and getting grumpy about the fact he cant find you

• he definitely wouldnt admit it ,, but he did think you were stolen from other yautjas or another alien species out there

• not until he notices you coming back from a ship with other yautja who go on hunts does he catch wind of whats been happening

• like jungle hunter ,, hes gonna be there to complain and fuss about it ,, not so much as a ‘i was worried’ sort of way but more of a ‘you dare leave me to myself without notifying me of where you go?’ sort of way

city hunter ::

• hes like jungle hunter at first ,, proud of you but he’s definitely gonna make fun of you and discourage you from hunts

• saying youre too weak and puny and fragile to take on hunts ,, that you should leave those to actual yautja and not to your little human self

• he finally shuts up about it when you come back from back to back hunts ,, tapping his foot as he watches you make your way towards him

• hes definitely a karen about it ,, leaving him for multiple hunts for too long without even a kiss or hug or goodbye or at least mentioning how strong he is 😤😤

• hes gonna give you the silent treatment before he decides youve been punished enough and immediately asks for affection in the worst way possible 💀

• aka this mf grabs you and drags you to your room to just lay in bed and cuddle ,, and maybe eat all your snacks whilst hes at it yknow

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0coldphantom0 · 2 years

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Reasons why they get no bitches: ✨La Squadra edition!✨

Back at it again with some lovely ☺️ personal headcanons for them jojo bois.

Ps.My askbox is open for requests so send me any requests ( make them juicy).If i catch any minor asking for nsfw stuff you will be 🌸blocked 🌸

Risotto:

- Given how the mafia works, i presume theres a certain quota most ppl have to follow as to not get killed or be looked down upon, so him being in a relationship would place him at a disadvantage strategically speaking.

- Not to assume there haven’t been moments where he could’ve gotten bitches.I have a presumption that somewhere down his Passione career one or two unlucky bastards tried to bribe him with promises of pussy in the hopes of living to tell the tale.It didnt work.

- Im a sole believer that if this man was ever pissed off by a woman hed forcefully make her bleed from her cooch istg ( this is a joke.I am joking, please dont come for me i am but a mere idiot)

- “Im on my period” “im aware :)”

- ✨attachment issues✨:/.

- Lacks the ability to turn off his work mode aka will intimidate ppl without wanting to

- Hyper analyses your body language to a point where you can’t decipher whether hes checking u out or planning how big the hole he must dig for your corpse gotta be smh what a turn off

- Socially inept oh whats that a convo needing his opinion thats not related to his work?? * turns invisible*

- Whats that a convo needing his opinion that IS related to his work??? You a cop or smth?Dont ever ask that again

- Many would find his field of work impossible to adapt to, lets for a second imagine living codependently with an absolute felon, this man went to jail for sure.Most people look funny at smokers let alone someone like him.

- Not to mention the utter anxiety he without realising creates.Sure its fun to cause someone to twitch in fear when theyre some dude you gotta off but when youre the one sitting in front of this man and all he does is squint in disapproval, or lowers his tone…it can only cause for some issues.( unless youre into that then sure have fun being on the edge all the time ig )

- He bottles his emotions and denies the extent of his affections, so man probably wont tell you how he feels abt things, and i can bet money that if youre an emotional kinda pal, he’ll disregard your feelings a lot “because how is there something to fix when nothing is broken “ and “deal with it” are his go to.

Pesci:

- *vaguely gestures at his whole design *

- Either examines everything his crush does with a fine comb or the opposite.This can lead to some awkward instances where he either spews out the most incomprehensible gibberish before making a run for it or not hear a single word if you ask him a question, ending up in him forgetting where and what he is doing.

- Got that heavy dose of toxic masculinity and inferior complex all thanks to all the other guys he hangs with ( im looking at you illuso, cheese and ham >:()

- With that being said its safe to assume that most of the time hes also used as the butt of the joke or even as a leeway to the other members in his group to yoink a gal or two due to his gullibility.Hed be the ugly fool whod annoy the wee damsel and in turn lead to someone else “intervening “ ( in short, prosciutto has and will steal any girl pesci likes as means of teaching the boy a “lesson “ which is bullshit,we all know he’s doing if for fun )

- Push over and a half

- Shitty fashion sense

- I dont believe this man has ever fucked.Like, at all.

-bitchboy and a half, i feel like the moment you raise your voice he winces. Go girl give us lack of confidence, im sure thats attractive :/

- am convinced this man knows zero abt girls, to a point where if he held hands with one his brain would implode.

- I do believe he in a way over glorified being part of the mafia similar to Giorno. The big difference between them is that whilst golden boy drank piss to end kids having a meth addiction, My headcanon is that Pesci thought hed be gaining some respect and power by joining the gang, and spitefully be able to rub it in whoever’s face he could.This also means getting bitches- in this moment he fails to acknowledge said bitches are far and few for his organisation ( unless youre counting prostitutes)and the ones who do be, are probably not going to mingle with someone from the hitman team.

Prosciutto:

- smokes like a chimney (when stressed)and prob a big coffee drinker, i cant imagine finding that pleasant when kissing

- Cheapskate for anything that isnt him. He will buy those gucci socks, for himself.Depending on how much worth he places on the “bitches” hell either flaunt money but share none or hand u a generous tip of 5 lire and tell u to get urself someting nice:)

- Has this sense of entitlement worse than illuso, and also a bit of a saviour complex.Sure on the surface it might come off as him being patient and wating to provide for the crush, unfortunately this manifests through him controlling not only what you do but your opinion on any matter too.Should you speak / act out of line, you now have to redeem urself by kissing ass :/

- everything becomes monitored too.Hes basically in the mindset of training this person to be his ideal from the getgo. Isnt that so wonderfull.

- Imagine if your s/o bitched abt everything you do like a strict parent… how hot…😒

- Kinda misogynistic ngl, even by the standarts of then, hes got a very set way of thinking and acting around someone depending on their gender. Now if you happen to be nonbinary, depending on “which side of the scale you lean on” and by that i mean if prosciutto considers you more masc / fem leaning he will treat you as such.neither side is more torelable than the other, hes temperamental as shit.

- Reeks of that toxic masculinity, i can therefore say this man will never show an ounce of vulnerability thats genuine.ever.

- He cares abt his outward appearance to a point where he deadass cant take a joke.Its fine if he picks on how you dress but for someone to do that to him??? No.

- Also has a bit of a substance problem. I headcanon him as enjoying a little bit of that cocaina and some opium from time to time.

Illuso:

- hes just a massive dickhead all year round

- Snoops worse than the rats in your walls ONG

- Zero privacy with this guy, he knows exactly what you’re doing all the time and will use that to pull shitty pranks on you

- He will also use said knowlege to your disadvantage. Cant back out of his dates due to a “tight schedule” because he knows everything you do in a week and should you try to bluff him HE WILL KNOW.Throws a tantrum like no other if you dont wanna hang out with him.

- Will guilttrip you into oblivion.Theres also a chance of him verbally and physically bullying you as means of all the attention to be on him.

- Believes hes a god sent gift to the world.why are you laughing???? Hes hot shit???

- Gaslighting is his middle name. Illuso cant take rejection at all, he cant accept someone he finds attractive to not feel the same about him.

- Narcissistic and a liar. He gives me the vibe of someone who will not tell you anything truthfull about what he does and who he is and thats due to both his workfield scaring off potential “bitches” and because he think no matter the person, theyll try to manipulate him into doing something he doesnt want/ useless to him.

- Possesiveness issues. Hell deny it into oblivion but the apple of his eye is his and his only- his jealousy knows no bounds so should you literally care abt anything or someone else hell turn it into a “its all about illuso” moment.

- Oh , youre getting all dolled up to go out, its for illuso. Reading a book? Youre doing it for him to notice!Shivering because you are cold?? You want him to come and hold you. Mind you theres a 50/50 chance hes applying said thinking to someone who is unaware of his existence.just like Ghiaccio.yikes.

Melone:

- his criminal record

- Depraved mf worse than the guys youd find on 4chan

- The type of guy you never want to own favours to under any circumstances

- he is a noncon enthusiast ,i wont elaborate

- Foot fetish . No.just no. Out of all body parts???? Really??!?!

- Lets not even talk abt his stand we all know they r meant to represent the persons soul…..so his just erm 👁👁

- To add to that, hes a bit of a psychpath, in the sense that as much as he seems eager to jump into someones pants, he lacks in the “human connection “ department.

- Idk man Melone gives me the vibes of an individual who can act normal but thats it, its all an “act”. His affections and speech is very coordinated, almost as if hes running an experiment with the person he finds attractive.You can sense that the persona he give off is not genuine, rather scripted- and it probably is because he fails to understand emotions to begin with.This will make you uncomfortable so kudos to that :(.

- Big time commitment issues. The probability of him seeking out several “bitches” at the same time in the same place is 99% likely and has in the past lead people into a sense of trust and security only to pull back and act like theyre a total stranger.

- His opinion changes like the weather depending on who he talks to. Melone has the ability to agree and disagree about a topic in the same sentence. Sure he can pick up on the topic and be quite informative,as long as its factual information.This can be a bitch to deal with if you ask him anything or are Ghia and wanna vent out your frustrations.

- Will definetly not care about your boundaries. The scary part is hell twist it so that should you try to protest or bring it up, itll fall on deaf ears.

- Got in trouble in the past for slipping drugs into peoples drinks to watch and see what happens for his own entertaintment,including his coworkers outside misions.

- He also wont hesitate to hack any device you use as means to finding blackmail in case you try anything funny.(and take some dna for babyface if he really considers you a nuisance)

Formaggio:

- personal hygiene has left the chat, id be very wary to shaking hands with this mofo becus he does not wash his hands, let alone anything else

- Probably makes very crude jokes at the worse moments in convos

- He also gives me the vibes of that kid in the neighbourhood who killed small animals and set fire to shit for fun.He prob still does this (this is supported by the spider torture scene and the fact that he treat his cat like shit)

- His pickup lines suck ass, you will visibly cringe

- Sneaky bastard, anyone who catches his attention has at some point or another been spooken by his ability to appear at any given moments due to his stand.Good luck trying to hide something from him or talk shit.Will also use his ability to be a complete creep and compliment how you smell of your underwear choice, even if you ,a, never uttered a word to him or ,b, were nowhere close near him…..yeh..

- Hes the one who will kiss ass so much to a point where everything he does and says ends up making him look slightly unhinged and desperate.Not below straight up pestering you until you finally agree to something ( sex or doing what he wants)

- He sure talks an awaful lot but thats about it. The old bark and no bite kinda deal. He will take you out to expensive dinner he says and then he takes you to the cheapest bar he can get drunk at, only to make you stop bringing his promises up again.Will act a stranger to your dissatisfaction!

- A bit of a leech. Hes known to have broken into his crushes house to “borrow something”, yes your valubles and underwear are gone.

- Good luck living with him because he doesnt pick up after himself at all.He makes the kitchen and bathroom a health hazard AND doesnt flush the toilet either.

- Another one with trust issues. Because hes a nuisance and a bit insecure ( but to lazy to put in the effort) hes bound to blame other people for things he does and will be very quick to accuse a person of not being faithful, even if theres zero evidence.Rebutting this will be hard and he can only be shot down by doing what he wants, and apologising even if you did nothing wrong.

- Hates being given the cold shoulder and will call you every name in the book if you dont stop.

- Will act clueless when things get hectic and only apologise after theres no chance of fixing it. “Sorry about the toaster bbygorl dw ill buy you another”. He wont, but will get mad about not getting to enjoy toast at your place anymore.

- Like Illuso he can be a bully. Will mock and pick on you to get a rise outta you and to make his teammates laugh. He will pretend like nothing is wrong AND get butthurt if you pull away from him when he wants a kiss.

Ghiaccio:

- ……… where do i start

- That scowl alone is enough honestly

- Hes got the posture of a shrimp, so fine so curved ( bitch me too) and its all because of his laptop use.

- I can see him try to impress someone by bitching abt something to appear smart but it ends up in a one way convo, even if you try to join in he cuts you off or talks over you

- Overly cocky . I applaud his determination to be the best™️ in everything he does- heres the problem, no body likes a smartass with a temperament aqute to that of a Tasmanian devil.

- Assumes things about his potential love interest but never actually asks whether or not said presumptions are true or false. And he never will, unless you spell it out for him due to his inability to admit he could ever be wrong about what their fav activities are, after all HE picked this person and HE knows best.

- He believes he can read a person to filth. Sure that may be true regarding anything to do with his work aka body language and weaknesses- but that doesn’t necessarily apply to personal stuff sooo….

- Issues with control. Ghiaccio will always have the upper hand in his relationship or so help whoever happens to be the closest to him.Genuinely cant envision this man feeling comfortable if the crush happens to be a bit more on the independent side of tings.As much as hed love a debate buddy hed rather you just agree with him so he can get to his point.

- And the funny part is that he’s probably a big hypocrite with that too.Ah the double standard of having to please a man who cant admit anyone being better than him yet at the same time wants somebody who he can swing about like a trophy and tell the rest of his teammates that they can shove it up their ass cuz “hes got the hottest bitch, and it wasn’t by means of money or threatening, its because hes JUST SO DAMN BETTER THAN EVERYONE ELSE”

- Ghiaccio’s keen eye and expertise in the how “to get bitches “ means he’s already on his third honeymoon with the love of his life who can only be so happy they get to fuck him and be tolerated by him and ooo theyre in the bedroom and-

- Have I mentioned this process of thinking is taking place whilst lurking and stalking the person rather than being a normal human being and just go and have a chat? Oh I haven’t? It’s probably because the ice gremlin has gone a few steps ahead of his plan but forgot to actually touch base with said person and is instead intently staring at them like a maniac without blinking.From across the room.Even Melone is throwing him side glances.

-Physical touch. Has a habit of being grabby should the crush show a smidge of interest in him.Ice boy will take every opportunity to have some part of him touching the person, annoyingly so, because he himself is touched starved.Dont try to reciprocate said touch unless you’re planning to be smothered consistently by his advances.If you’re thinking its soft uwu touches you’re very wrong. His composure makes it seem like he’s challenging you to a fight more than asking to snuggle.Very anxiety inducing and rather hard to get out of his grip once he has you.

- Lord forbid his target is talking to another person he deems a threat because hes prone to start fights and has ended many with plenty of people having a trip to the ER

- he drives with pure unadulterated malice and will curve swerve every chance he gets so any bitch he does get will definitely end up with severe nausea and promptly make an exit turn the moment they get out the car.

Sorbet and Gelato:

-Deadass, if they’re seeking anyone, that person will go missing.

- They have each other, thats facts, they are the bitches, the gay bitches.good for them

-I dont think anyone is capable of dealing with these two because all they care about is money and violence, anything else is considered unnecessary and a waste of time.

- Any “bitches” desiring their affections will be shot down on the spot, with a gun.Most likely by Gelato because hes a very possessive and jealous mf.Sorbet is very aware of this and unless hes bored and wants to see some discourse, he will be very unapproachable to a point where you have to be void of any fight or flight instinct to get close.

-Theyre a couple with a lack of care to anyone who doesn’t provide them with money, entertainment or drugs and the only affection they show is to one another.Any unlucky soul who somehow ended up in their bedroom will die miserably.

-Sadists with a capital ,s, if theyre down to be part of the hitman team for financial gain do you honestly believe they have any consideration for peoples lives, let alone their feelings???? Yeah no.

-Dont you also find it quite interesting that they were the first of the squadra to go?? Like for a second there sure, “it’s because they tried to get information” on diavolo, but I also have a feeling they could’ve been a genuine threat to the boss.I like to believe that if they didnt get offed so quickly, the way the squadra organised their traitor plans would’ve probably earned more damage to the Passione’s business than even Bruno’s team.

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Imagine the bros with someone who was a gremlin as a child and just nonchalantly tells them their stories. For example in kinder I got dared to put a rock in my ear and my little five year old self was not gonna back down. I had to get that rock removed by a doctor 😭.

a/n: i love this oddly specific request as well as the flawless usage of the descriptor "gremlin". i too was a lollipop-stuck-to-hair, hot-mess-express child. thank u for sharing your amazing story x i took the liberty of using as many funny childhood stories as i could remember, as well as your own (thought it a befitting tale to tell to lucifer lmao) disclaimer: this is assuming that you had a childhood full of crazy events, but none including ab*se of any kind. these are silly, funny memories, not ones that would hurt you to this day. tw: language, mention of children in the future (not totally breeding kink tho), established relationship unclear so just decided that for yourself bc im lazy

reacting to funny stories from your childhood - obey me! brothers x reader

stories of your childhood were always something most found entertaining, but you found that these stories intrigued your demon roommates even more so. it started off as a comment you'd mentioned off-hand, but the brothers urged you on, hooked on hearing some of your stories - after all, it had been a few hundred years since they'd been children.

"...so one time i got dared to put a rock in my ear and, of course, only losers back down from a challenge--" "you didn't" "--so i put that rock right in my ear! then i had to go to the doc to get it taken out, but at least my friends knew i ain't no pussy." "of course you did."

lucifer

trying to pretend like he doesn't care

but is easily baited into the conversation when mammon says "the person who knows the most 'bout y/n is obviously ME!"

rolls his eyes, but you can see his head turning to listen to you better

is rude af about it once you finish your story smh

"it all makes sense now, that rock must've replaced your brain"

smirks throughout the story, making focused eye-contact with mammon because his dumbass did the same thing. LAST. MONTH. (for a bet, of course, that he lost)

scoffs at your story, but can't help but continue to listen with a smile

he's got it bad

feels the need to one-up your stories with stories of his own (that aren't embarrassing at all, but that prove that even at the age of 2 he was a badass)

can't help but let his mind wander to having a child with you (he's domestic af okay)

"let's hope your our child inherits more of the father's genetics"

i dare you to smack him upside the head he deserves it for being a snarky little whore

just run away after, it's not like he'll catch you he def will

"...and then my sister took my doll, so then i tackled her to the ground and started chocking her. she passed out but she had it coming. my mom grounded me for like a month but i didn't care because guess what? my sis never took my doll again" "remind me not to take your shit anymore oh fuck--"

mammon

oh? cute stories about your childhood?

he's all ears

can't help but turn it into a competition to see who knows you the best or who your favorite is

so badly wants you to say it's him ;-;

was expecting stories about maybe the time you made your first friend or when you learned your first word

nope

he's over here sweating bullets because did he remember to put back all that stuff he took?

he wasn't gonna sell it or anythin'.. he just kinda likes the way yer stuff smells... not in a creepy way though, ok?!

and like, you hadn't noticed yet

so of course he was gonna keep some of your stuff!!!

but.. but you choked your sister for stealing a doll?

not even lucifer was that... extreme

may or may not find him in your room, putting all of your things back in the places he recalled he'd taken them

you'd just laugh, saying you didn't mind as long as it wasn't something you really needed

he breathed a sigh of relief

he was genuinely about to shit his pants when you walked through the door

"'m too young to die! swear i was jus' lookin' at 'em!"

"..one time my dad was in a bad mood so he got mad that i passed the ketchup bottle without the cap facing DOWN so that all the ketchup was able to be poured out quickly. so then, when he asked me to pass the salt, so i looked at him, then turned the salt shaker face down and handed it to him as the salt was pouring out..."

leviathan

already tweeting "STORIES FROM Y/N'S CHILDHOOD?!?!??! #REALSHITSABTTOGODOWN #STANRURICHAN"

spurs him to tell his own stories about his childhood (he wants to share but swears its sO emBarrAsSinG"

swears he was into anime as a newborn

is honestly a lil giddy to hear your stories and laughs at them just as much as everyone else

whenever you come into his room while he is gaming he wants you to tell him more of the stories from your childhood

"LMFAOOOOOOOOOOOOO Y/N IS A SAVAGE"

doesn't find it hard to believe that you were just as sassy as a little child

you're just like him <3

kinda blushes imagining the two of you being childhood besties uwu

like he gives bullied in high school vibes for some reason idk

i can just imagine the two of you being the best of friends

you'd make him lil flower crowns while he ranted to you about his pokemon card collection

he's so SOFT for you omgggg

would quite literally die for you if he had to but im getting off topic

anyway, please never stop talking to him, it's his number one fear <3

giggles in the dorky way he does when you get super expressive

"...there was this day when i was eight and i didn't want to go to school anymore and i was bored in class so i decided right then and there that i would lose my tooth and get one of those crappy-looking 'tooth necklaces'..... not five minutes later, i ripped my front tooth out and was sent to the nurses with blood dripping down the hallway. i was so proud of myself but it turned out i had accidentally ripped out an ADULT tooth. my parents were pissed, but i was proud because i got to go home and eat ice cream for two weeks."

satan

THRIVES off the stories of you being a little shit as a kid lol (or the stories of you being a little shit now)

that being said, WHAT THE FUCK

he forgot how wild kids can be, much less YOU

i mean, you were sent to the demon world and all you did was shrug and roll with it??? who even are you????

you even felt a little bit of pity for your parents, bless their souls

he smirked at the part where you got out of school as you clasped your chest proudly

it was cute to watch you get excited about all your little adventures from when you were younger - it's hard to believe that was only a few decades ago (to him)

finds himself looking for the you now in your old self

he's easily able to identify some of your key traits: stubbornness, strength, optimism, kindness, wit...

you were always this way, he thought, and it was reassuring.

a little smile crept up his face, taking over the neutral expression that once adorned his soft and regal features

you were always something something special

"...and then the teacher was wearing this ugly ass skirt and so my sassy little six-year-old self was like 'did you dress in the dark or something? because your shirt doesn't match your skirt'... i feel kinda bad about it now but it was iconic back in the day."

asmodeus

gives you exaggerated reactions to each part of your story, but they're genuine

gASP

hand over mouth

laughs at the parts when you get super animated

insists your are doing her a favor by helping her with her fashion dilemma

honestly he probably has some similar stories to share himself

gushes about how the two of you are so alike that it is shocking

(i mean i guess sorta? jk u wish)

"we're so similar.. let's go to my bedroom and find out what is different"

all his other brothers simultaneously shout, "NO"

i headcanon that asmo has dimples that come out when he truly, REALLY smiles and he does it when you talk about your childhood

you get all excited and he can't help but just shout, "oH you're SO cUTE~~~~~!"

"....i backflipped into the christmas tree and the next thing i knew i was in one of those crusty ass hospital beds. so yeah, i don't recommend doing that."

beezlebub

got lost half-way through the story when he got up to get a snack

next thing he knew you were talking about backflipping???

still though, he found it really cute how you got all soft when talking about the way that your mother started crying once you woke up only for her to fall into a fit of rage the next moment

the moment actually brought tears to your eyes, reminding you of a part of yourself that did really miss home and the people that you left there

his eyes widened, taking in your shrinking form

as if his arms moved on his own, he moved to grasp you in a tight embrace

your sniffles ceased and you even let out a little giggle, "beel, you're squishing me"

he apologized, his purple eyes full of worry and remorse

you only shook your head, mumbling a quiet, "i'm fine"

he realized that even though devildom seemed like home to him now, he also knew what it felt like to have to get used to an entirely new place, especially going from being an angel to a deadly sin

so he cherished those moments in his heart, but he was hesitant to ask you more about your childhood, afraid that the memories, while happy, would also make you homesick

he cares for you so much, don't ever think otherwise <3

"...i skipped class so many times because i slept in - and like, usually i'd just show up late, but i had decided that i will never be that loser who ran to class. if i was gonna show up late, i'd show up looking good. so i'd curl my hair and put on makeup if i was late. i'd be more late, but i'd look like a bad bitch."

belphegor

your "idgaf" personality reflects his quite well

the amount of times he's tried to skip school because of sleeping were too far to count

yet lucifer always forced him to take part in the daily academics activities

honestly sort of jealous of you

still, he gets over it quickly, though, when he sees the cute little crescents that your eyes form

can't help but not be mad at you

and now he knows the perfect person to go to when he wants to escape the world and take a big nap

maybe miss a few classes on the side with you :)

you're his special napping buddy

a/n: this was sorta ass but just ignore it

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wordstro · 2 years

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[1] gang/mafia au + fake dating + "he promised he'd leave us alone."

part 1 | masterlist | part 2

a/n: seonghwa x y/n, san x y/n, wooyoung x san, 4k words, reread something i wrote a long time ago, and decided to do this instead of anything i promised or had planned smh. either way, i hope yall enjoy!

"you promised me that you'd leave me alone after I helped him. we forget you, you forget us."

there is something so unnerving about seeing your best friend of nearly a decade so utterly terrified for the first time in your life.

choi san stands with his hand outstretched in front of you, protective as always, but his gaze is fixed on the man in front of you both. the man's face is covered by a black face mask, his hood pulled up over his red hair, but his sharp eyes remain unfazed at san's words.

in fact, he merely tilts his head, his eyes glimmering under the dim yellow wash from the street light. you both watch, san's fingers curling around the sleeve of your jacket, as the man leans heavily against your apartment door, his hands shoved into his pockets.

"you're right," he says, "a promise is a promise, yet," he pushes himself off the your front door, stepping closer. san's grip on your sleeve tightens. he sighs, and he says, "you didn't forget us though, did you?"

he's only looking at san, his brows raised, his eyes fixed on san, and your stomach churns as you watch. san remains rigid, but steadfast under the man's gaze.

the alcohol from the night has long worn off, and any remnants of your alcohol blanket disappears right then as chills run up and down your spine.

you hadn't forgotten about them, despite how hard you and san tried. you could recall that night like it happened an hour ago.

you'd come home from your shift at the office, already mentally checking off all the chores you could postpone until the next day so you could spend the night on the couch eating snacks and catching up on your shows. san had a late shift at the hospital so he'd be home late. you'd have the apartment to yourself for a few hours. at least that's what you thought.

you'd only been home for fifteen minutes, on the verge of settling onto your couch with a glass of wine and a bag of chips, when the door had swung open - slammed open really - and san stood at your doorstep, pink scrubs splattered with blood.

for a moment, your heart had stopped. san's gaze met yours, and all you could think about was the fact that san worked as a nurse in the children's wing, he had no reason to be covered in blood, all you could think about was the terror in san's eyes, the way he shook his head ever-so-slightly when you made a move to speak before he stepped into your apartment, the way he sprinted to the dining table, cleared it of all the books and bags and unopened mail you both meant to put away to the floor, the way a tall person carried in a much smaller man bridal-style into your apartment. he dangled from the person's arms, one of his limp arms dripping blood, his eyes not quite closed but not quite open. his face though - it was not covered like the man holding him. he looked young. too young to be bleeding all over your floor. another shorter person strode in after, their sharp eyes falling on you immediately, red hair peeking through from under the beanie on his head. a third person stepped into your apartment and closed the door behind them. this person stood at the door, simply watching.

you hadn't known what was happening at that moment, however every self-preservation instinct in your body screamed at you that this was dangerous. these people were dangerous.

you'd stood in shock as the tall person placed the injured man on the table. at least until san looked up at you and said, tone sharp and no-nonsense, "get the first aid kit from the bathroom."

you'd have said no. you'd have crossed your arms and asked for a thorough explanation, but the way the sharp eyed person looked at you, the wait the one at the door looked at you, even the tall one, it left your heart pounding in your chest and your legs moving on autopilot.

those few hours moved in a blur. a bottle of vodka, too many towels, blood everywhere, a needle and thread. san worked diligently, and if you hadn't known him for as long as you did, you wouldn't have caught his tells. the way he tapped his toes as he worked. the rigid tension in his shoulders. it was all there.

when it was done, and the too-young man lay half unconscious on the table, no longer breathing, but too close to death, san sunk into one of the strewn dining room chairs and reached for your hand. you let him. the person with the sharp eyes merely looked between san and you, tilting their head, as they said, voice low, strangely gentle for the tension in the room, "thank you, san."

you'd blinked at that, just as san said, exhausted, "this is the last time, wooyoung. "

the person - wooyoung - merely let out a small chuckle and a nod.

"no," san shook his head, eyes drifting from this wooyoung to the tall person to the person observing by the door. "promise me this is the last time. we forget you, you forget us."

wooyoung pressed a hand to the injured, unconscious man's forehead, as if he's checking his temperature, his gaze flickering to san. it remained there long enough that you felt your stomach churn. "alright. who are we to ignore the doctor's orders? right guys?"

san frowned. the person at the door snorted. wooyoung turned away from his injured friend, heading to the door. the tall person scooped the injured person from the table, and just like that, they disappeared.

you'd stared at the front door with your fingers still curled around san's. until you'd rounded on him, "what the fuck was that?"

"a mistake. a really fucking big mistake," san dragged his bloody hands through his hair. "i met wooyoung - it doesn't matter how i met him - it's just. his friend was bleeding out in an alleyway and i had to help him. i couldn't just leave him there, y/n. you have to understand that."

you'd sighed at the look in his brown eyes, ignoring the tug in your chest. you'd known san forever. you'd been the victim of coming home from university classes to find that san had rescued yet another stray, injured animal. you could have put your foot down to those moments, but san's pout always left you a little breathless. there was a reason why san joined the healthcare field. he was kind and selfless and an absolute idiot.

you said as much, sighing as pulled his bloody hands from his hair, and you couldn't make your tone as annoyed as you wanted, "seriously. you're a total fucking idiot, you know that?"

"he promised he'd leave us alone." san muttered, "that had to count for something."

you'd hoped so. as you helped san bleach the dining table and burn his bloody scrubs. as you and san sat in the couch in silence and finished an entire bottle of wine, you truly hoped so.

yet, three weeks later, after a night out with some of your mutual friends, you and san giggled, san hooking his arm through yours, as the two of you stumbled up the stairs to your rooftop apartment, only to be met by the sight of fucking wooyoung blocking your front door.

three weeks later, and they did not keep their promise. you're an idiot, too, to think they would have.

"what -"

"you didn't keep your promise, sannie," wooyoung sighs shaking his head, "so why should we?"

"i'm drunk. i can't do anything," san shakes his head, over and over, but his hands are trembling the slightest bit against your arm, and concern swells in your chest. when you were kids, you used to put yourself between san and anyone who thought it'd be funny to push him around for no reason other than the fact that he was smaller than them. the same concern and worry and anger used to swell in your chest. san says, "besides, i can't keep doing this. i don't want to be involved in whatever you're in, and if i keep helping you then -"

san trails off, his dark eyes wary.

"san," wooyoung sighs, "please."

his voice is even gentler, kinder, and it makes the hairs at the back of your neck stand on end. especially when san seems to falter completely. his shoulders droop. he closes his eyes. he's going to say yes.

you push yourself between san and wooyoung, wooyoung's masked face still hovering too close, and you shove him back. hard.

"no," you speak firmly, despite the fact that the way his eyes land on you and harden absolutely terrifies you. "no."

wooyoung doesn't retaliate the way you expect, with a punch or worse. instead his dark eyes flicker over your face for a moment too long, before he says, "it's a knife wound, and it's deep, san."

"leave us alone," you bite out, shoving wooyoung again.

wooyoung grits his teeth as he looks at you. he's on the shorter side, but his aura is larger-than-life, and absolutely looms over you. wooyoung speaks over you, "he's only sixteen, san."

you know that's going to do it. you know san like the back of your fucking hand. you glare at wooyoung, who only seems to be looking over your shoulder anyway.

san sighs. you turn, just as san says, "i'm still drunk."

"we can sober you up quickly."

"fine," san looks at you then, before his gaze slides to wooyoung, and he says, "they stay here. they stay out of this."

you frown, "i'm not letting you go with him alone. not after what he just pulled."

you glare at wooyoung for good measure. wooyoung merely looks between you, his eyes sharp, his head tilting. he says, "i thought you were single? do they know about -"

san interrupts, the tips of his ears reddening as he lets go of your arm quickly, "shut up. i thought we were in a hurry, you know, since there's a fucking knife in someone?"

wooyoung merely snorts in amusement, but his eyes flicker san's now empty hand.

you blink between them, and wooyoung catches your eye, and your stomach flips, and your heartbeat quickens a bit, and you think fuck.

~.~.~.~.~

here's the thing about being choi san's best friend. one, too many people have asked for your input before confessing to him. two, he's stupidly kind to a fault. and, three, you're a little bit (maybe a lot) in love with him. but isn't everyone?

wooyoung's sleek black car has expensive leather seats and a spacious backseat that feels so, so far away from the front. wooyoung backs the car out of your neighborhood with his arm lying across san's seat as he looks back. his eyes meet yours once more, and you glare at him. his face may be masked, but his eyes are expressive. they're amused, more than anything, as he looks at you, and you hate that, you think, more than his manipulation earlier.

wooyoung says something to san as he turns back that makes san let out a small laugh. your heart flips at the sound.

wooyoung drives you both into the outskirts of the city, and parks in front of a rundown looking building nestled in trees and fenced off. it looks abandoned, but it clearly isn't if wooyoung is rounding the fence. san opens the back door for you, and wooyoung raises a brow, before turning to lead the way.

you aren't sure what you expected, but it certainly was never this. the front door opens into a house, equipped with a kitchen and a living room with a couch. wooyoung heads into the kitchen, rummaging through the kitchen before he pulled out some bread. he hands it to san.

you watch as san eats it. as wooyoung takes his mask off. he's handsome, all soft tanned skin and angles, the kind of face you'd do a double-take for if you were to pass by him in the streets, but the smile on his face irks you. you don't trust it. you don't trust any of this. yet, san seems to grow more comfortable by the second.

you lean against the kitchen counter, arms crossed over your chest.

wooyoung says, "relax."

you glare at him. "i thought this was serious?"

wooyoung rolls his eyes, "i'm only allowing you a moment to prepare yourselves."

"prepare?" san finishes the bread, "is it that bad?"

"worse."

and it is.

wooyoung leads you both to the basement - and maybe in retrospect that was not the safest thing for either of you to do - but you follow behind wooyoung and san, the basement stairs creaking beneath your feet.

you walk into the basement, and you're hit with the stench of blood, metallic and overwhelming. it's so bad, you can almost taste it on your tongue, and you resist the urge to gag. lying in the middle of the basement, on top of a makeshift stretcher of sorts, a young man. he's only sixteen rings in your head. he looks even younger than that.

there's a knife lodged in his stomach. and his shoulder. and his thigh. it's not just a single knife wound. there's blood everywhere, everything is red.

san freezes in front of you. he says, "you said it was a knife wound."

"i never specified," wooyoung responds, voice just as quiet as san's.

you only belatedly register the rest of the dimly lit room. someone standing with their arms crossed over their chest against the wall, watching on. another kneeling next to the bleeding kid, his fingers carding through his hair as he mutters indecipherable words of comfort. a tall person patting the distraught person's back. the lighting is so dim, you can barely make out their faces. then your gaze lands on a person who stands with his arms crossed over the boy. the dim lighting casts long shadows over the man's face, however you can make out his dark eyes. there's a regality to him that unnerves you. where wooyoung's aura is larger-than-life, this man's entire essence is a giant looming presence.

"clear the room," the man speaks, the authority in his tone non-negotiable. the tall person who was patting the distraught person's back hooks a hand under theirs and pulls them up. the distraught person lets them. they don't fight it, despite how much they clearly care for the boy. "now."

the person scurries out the door, knocking their shoulder against yours as they go. no one else leaves. then the man looks at you.

his gaze sends a shiver of fear straight down your back. he tilts his head, his dark eyes appraising you in a way that makes you feel like you're under a microscope. he says, "wooyoung, who is this?"

san looks back at you, brows furrowed in worry as his eyes dart from you to wooyoung to the terrifying man who seems to be in charge.

wooyoung says, "they're our medic's emotional support."

the man does not avert his eyes from you, and all you want to do is melt through the floor to get out from under his unrelenting gaze. he lets out a small, humorless laugh, "this is easy work. can i trust a medic who needs emotional support for something as easy as this?"

"if it's so easy, then why have none of you fixed him up yet?" san's voice echoes through the room. he's already cutting apart the kid's shirt, his hands already covered in blood. his head is bent over the kid, but his jaw is clenched in a way that tells you just how wary he is of the man's hostile presence.

the man's gaze moves to the back of san's head, narrowing, and your stomach churns at the way the man steps forward, closer to san.

he doesn't answer though, and san mumbles, "that's what i thought."

you think the man is going to say something, or worse, do something, but instead he turns his attention back to you. he says, "i never cleared your emotional support, choi. do you know what i do with uncleared problems?"

surprisingly, wooyoung is the one to speak up this time, his voice quiet, "look hongjoong, i didn't expect them to come along either, but san's here and he's fixing jisung up. that's all that matters."

the man - hongjoong - lets out the smallest of chuckles. it hangs in the silence, looming just like him. he says, "does your mouthy little medic know he's just set his friend up for life, too?"

this has you freezing. san pauses too in the his attempt at threading the medical needle in his hand, his head whipping up. for a moment, all that can be heard in the room is the boy's ragged breathing. san snaps, "i've only helped you three times. i'm not a part of this. i can't be."

"can't this conversation wait?" the tall person next to san asks, gesturing towards the boy. san starts to stitch the boy up, but the movements are slow. you can see the anxiety rolling off him in waves.

"if your medic wants to stop, they can. all he has to do is stop operating."

you know damn well he won't, and apparently so does hongjoong, because he grins when san glares at hongjoong and says, "i will not leave him here to die."

"but you'll drag your friend into this world to die? how noble."

hongjoong laughs a bit, even as he turns to look at you. your fingers curl around nothing, even as san continues working silently. you'd helped san study in university often enough to know san would never let anyone who needed medical attention die. it was engrained into him. it's being used against him.

but san is already tying off the stitches, already pulling off his bloody gloves and getting to his feet, spinning on his heels to look at hongjoong.

san says, "we are not a part of this. i saved him as you asked, and now we're leaving."

"do you think it's that easy? you've been seen with us three times, choi." hongjoong smiles, and it is all teeth, "that's three times too many."

here's the thing about being choi san's best friend. he's always shined brighter than you, and you'd met too many people hellbent on snuffing out that light than you could count on one hand. it's a scary thought, to know people are capable of such feats, and especially to know that people would try it with someone like san.

yet, here you were, once again, witnessing an attempt. however, this time, you weren't sure if you could keep them from succeeding, and that was the scariest part of all this.

only three days later, your apartment is broken into and everything is torn from the inside out. san calls wooyoung, and you try not to think about the fact that san has wooyoung's number.

three days later, you're sitting in that same fucking kitchen you'd glared at wooyoung in, the same kitchen on top of the basement floor a sixteen year old was bleeding out on thanks to multiple knife wounds, with a small backpack of your essentials in your lap.

san sits across from you, his fingers clamped together on the tiny table in the corner of the kitchen.

wooyoung leans against the counter behind san.

you say, "do i need to quit my day job now? start selling drugs or something?"

san lets out a small, choked laugh.

wooyoung grimaces at you, "don't be an idiot. you're useless to us."

you glare, "thanks."

"i'm going to work for them a bit," san finally says, after a stretch of silence. "so we can stay here for a bit."

"they're not letting you stay here for free? the raid on our apartment is their fault."

san sighs, "hongjoong doesn't care."

you roll your eyes, "of course he doesn't."

wooyoung is the one to say, "just stay in your room and stay out of the way."

san gives you an apologetic hand squeeze, but he does not refute wooyoung's words.

you figured if you were to look back on everything that's transpired since then, this was the singular point of no return. it's one thing to get to know a member of some sketchy crime syndicate, it's another to start working for them part time.

and, as san trailed wooyoung out of the kitchen to discuss the logistics of living in what you assumed was some kind of crime base - the gun cases laid out on the living room certainly made that assumption a fact - a familiar looking person steps into the kitchen, kneeling as they look through the refrigerator.

your eyes remain fixed, still, on the entrance to the kitchen that san left through, until the sound of someone clearing their throat pulls you from your throat. you look up.

a man with jet black hair cut into an undercut, an intimidating face, and sharp brows raises a brow at you. he holds out a bottle of water, "you look like you need it."

that has you frowning at him.

the man merely shrugs, chugging his water bottle before he places the extra bottle in front of you and tosses his empty bottle in the trash. "if it's any consolation, i don't think you're useless. you're very useful, actually."

"were you eavesdropping?"

the man shrugs, "it's hardly eavesdropping when wooyoung's the one talking."

you can't help but agree with that.

the man gives you a small smile. it changes his face, adds a hint of kindness that doesn't make sense. not in a place like this, among people like him.

he says, "i'm seonghwa, y/n."

before you can respond, he strides out the kitchen, leaving you more confused than ever.

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I LOVE THESE PLAYER N MADCOM CHARACTERS BEING PARENTS (Especially the drawings you drew to what the baby looks like, I am sorry. but I am gonna have to commit kidnap /j LOVE YOUR ART!)

Anyways, Seeing Gol3ms Church n Jorge being himbo dads? Hands down 100/10 but makes me wonder. What about Skinner, Garrett Goyle n Burger gil? These Gol3ms need more love smh, literally the best big bois in nevada (except Garrett, Krinkle man said He maybe the meanest. )

- 👻 Grunt

Hhehehehhee, well…I got some perfect…hahaha…ANGST FOR YOU. Hey, not ALL things are fluffy and happy all the time! Tw: Pregnancy warning and non-descriptive birth mentions, mostly bittersweet but with fluff at the end so I hope you all don’t mind while I plunge this knife into your back~! +Reader has fem bits but is gender neutral +Set in Salty’s Self Aware AU

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– GARRET GOYLE – You don’t know what made you so attracted to the sadistic host that featured Slaughter Time. Maybe you were just caught up in the excitement of the show or the fact that seeing grunts getting killed on LIVE TV was enough to spur your interest in the entertainment industry that Nevada offered. Moreso, your interest in the host. Garret Goyle, to whom you were enthralled with at one point in time, was a charismatic and flamboyant host for the show that lots of grunts enjoyed to watch. How you managed to meet was a mystery, as you were pretty much entered onto the show without your consent and were forced to compete in battles to the death. Though, you managed to catch the hosts’ eye when your strings rip and tear through any adversary that dared to stand in your way. Providing an abundance of entertaining kills and waves of bloodlust to the watchers and giving Goyle his highest ratings ever recorded. You should’ve known that some grunts were capable of being incredibly opportunistic, Goyle was no different. He smooth-talked his way into your good graces. His compliments like butter and his grinning mask providing a false sense of friendliness on the outside…and you took it like bait on a hook. Goyle got you in deep and for a while…you were enthralled with his charm and practically at his mercy. You entertained the masses to his whim. Like some trained circus animal, you killed, you dazzled, and every time you put on a great slaughtering performance, the crowd would cheer and Goyle would always compliment you on your ‘job’. Despite you having the strings, Goyle was pulling you along like a naive fool. His vernacular twisting his meanings and softening your heart…and he tore and bit at everything else. The money you earned? He pinched most of it. The fans you had? He would take the spotlight for himself. The powers you wielded? He used to make his show as grand as it could’ve ever been. He used you for everything…and you let him. The moment of your enlightening to the deceit was when you became pregnant. You were so happy at the time that you began to rush to his office to tell Goyle the news. But, you overheard something that pretty much broke your illusion and gave your tender heart a deep scar. He was talking over the phone to an unknown individual, talking about how long he had to keep the “act” up…and from around the corner of the entrance, you stand there and listen to him talk about how annoying it was to keep up a facade about loving you and how he only keeps it up because it keeps his ‘primary entertainer’ around. Your heart fell into your gut like a heavy stone, making you step back and quietly stare at the entrance to his office in a heartbroken manner as you place your arms around your abdomen. You let…that horrible GO3LM touch you and ‘love’ you for so long…but it was all merely a ruse to keep you entertaining the masses and needlessly slaughtering victims on live TV. You felt tears sting your eyes as you hurriedly turn away and sneak away from the office. A few days pass and you begrudgingly keep up your ‘annoying act’ of loving Goyle, before one night, you had an epiphany and decided to sneak away into the night. Taking your belongings and quickly abandoning Goyle. Departing from the place you’ve called home for so long hurt…but you no longer wanted to be someone’s puppet. So…you headed out into the night and you disappeared. It took no time at all until the missing posters went up, all featuring your face and the information on who to contact and “if found please return to Goyle”...like you were some lost piece of property. You ripped up the poster you had investigated in an agitated manner before heading off once more. You solidified your decision and continued your plans to move away from Nexus City, as this place was merely too ‘active with mortals’ for your tastes. Thankfully, you were a god-like being and most abilities in the coded world were at your fingertips. First and foremost, you made yourself transparent by toggling your invisibility setting. Which meant that you could walk out in the open and nobody could see you…just how you liked it. Almost as if you were a ghost, you phased through anyone that crossed your path as you began to make your way outside of the gates. You noclip through the gates and continue for a ways before glancing back one last time to the city you used to call home before heading out into the wilds of Nevada. It was a few months later and you were well into your midterms by then. Fortunately, your godly abilities allowed you to craft a new place to call home from the literal ground up. You now have a secluded castle all to yourself as you stare outside at the barren wasteland that surrounds the cliffside you called home. Well…you weren’t totally alone. You found some lost wanders a few months back after you finished construction on the new home and allowed them to become servants in return for a safe haven…but it doesn’t mean that you trust them entirely. You don’t trust like you used to…thanks to Goyle. But having a pair of hands to help you deliver your little one would be beneficial. Especially since you were slowly coming close to your due date. Once the day actually arrived, your new servants assisted you in the delivery of your child and you were gifted with a healthy young demi-god. Who had the most beautiful heart-touching smile that could’ve ever been gifted to a mortal…despite the origins of that smile.

Your servants were glad to step in and assist in raising your youngling, with one particular grunt you've given the honor of calling a ‘friend’...but nothing more than that. So now you had your child and your little kingdom in the wilds…and you were currently content with your existence. Even now, with your adorable child scooting across the floor in front of you, you watch TV and flip through the channels, landing on a painfully familiar one. Slaughter time. It was still going on and you couldn’t help but grit your teeth and glare at the image of the host that appeared. Him. Goyle. You wasted no time in turning the TV off as you can feel your anger rise…but slowly ebb away as your child looks at you curiously from the floor. You merely let out a tired sigh and pick the little one up before placing them into your arms with such a tender gentle maneuver. Despite being half of…him, you still loved your child and you would NEVER go back to being that lying bastard's little money lackey. You left and you took the kid and that’s that. You were never going to fall for someone that hard again… And you were done with Goyle and Slaughter Time to last an eternity. – BURGER GIL – It was almost romantic how you two met. You just happened to hear about this delicious local burger joint called ‘Burger Gil’s’ and you decided to try it out one day. Imagine the local populace’s surprise when the local celebrity god walks into Burger Gil’s to try some of the food. That’s when you met him, Gil himself. He was quite flattered to find a god interested in trying his grub, so he allowed you to place your order ahead of the other grunts. Who didn’t complain, as most were pretty much enthralled from being able to actually meet you face-to-face. You ordered and Gil provided. It was surprisingly delicious and despite Gil’s gruff demeanor and rude-sounding buttons, he was very polite to you and was even…arguably gentlemanly. You sat at the bar and ate your burger, happily talking to Gil from time to time as you peacefully ate your food. You nearly choked when Gil even called out one particular grunt that was staring you down from their place in line. “I know they look like a snack…but they’re not on the menu. So come get yer slop, ya pig.” Gil firmly stated, making you laugh out loud in response and the grunt that was staring looked away in embarrassment before they took their food and hurried away to another part of the restaurant. Which was the event that got you both talking regularly…and pretty soon, you two began to date. One thing led to another and one day, you woke up with morning sickness one fateful dawn and stirred Gil awake who grew worried and took you to the clinic.

One short test later and Gil and yourself were given the news that you were now pregnant. It was a surprise to your rough-around-the-edges lover, but one he accepted whole-heartedly as he nuzzled you and gave your face a sprinkle of loving kisses in response to the news. Your pregnancy couldn’t have gone any smoother. As Gil was pretty much focused on cooking better and more ‘healthier’ meals for you, by the orders of the doctor that performed your pregnancy check results, and you both already live in the upstairs area that made up the burger joint. You just needed to make accommodations fit for a little one. Gil wasn’t as stressed as you’d thought he would be, or maybe he was just good at hiding his emotions, but life continued as normal. Well…about as normal as two celebrities can live. On the bright side, you now work and help in the business and get to meet so many lovely, and sometimes unpleasant, grunts. Two of which were Sanford and Deimos. While both were eccentric, they seemed to enjoy eating here a lot and you enjoyed talking to them and going on about what has been going on in your lives. Life continued and pretty soon, your little one due date was closing in… But then…it happened. The zed outbreak. The news spread fast of a growing zombie-like hoard that was eating grunts and were starting to infest and arrive in your sector of Nexus City. Both you and Gil tried your very best to keep up the facade of everything being okay, but then the zeds began to appear. First a few…then a dozen…and pretty soon the street was covered with them. You look between Gil and the boards that were barely holding back the hoard of zeds as you two were pretty much trapped like rats inside of the building. You, heavily pregnant and out of energy, and Gil who was tired and exhausted from beating back as many zeds as he could. He takes a look at the fracturing boards before taking a deep breath and setting a large hand on your shoulder, giving you a firm and stoic look. “Babe, listen to me. I need ya to get the hell outta here.” “Get ME out of here?? But Gil! I can teleport us all out! We can–” “You know you’re not strong enough to teleport us all, babe…between my large heavy ass and your little bundle…you can’t. I can see it clear as night…you’re too exhausted to teleport us all.” “I….I…I know…but Gil! Please…!” “Look…I need you to teleport you both out of here. Take yourself to the outerlands and go find Deimos and Sanford. Me and those bastards go way back…they’ll help ya and take care of ya…can you promise me that’ll you’ll do that, sweetheart?” You couldn’t stop the tears that leaked from your eyes as you reluctantly nod in response to Gil’s plea. The G03LM leans down to your height and gives you the sweetest and most gentlest kiss he could ever give you, staying like that for a bit as you hold onto him for as long as you could…then he pulls away. “Gil…I love you so much…I’ll find the cause of this outbreak…and whoever is responsible for it…they’ll feel my wrath…I promise.” “I know, sweetheart. I love you too…I always have and I always will.” The tears freely pour from your eyes as the boards around the entrance give away, allowing the zeds to come pouring into the building just as you finish punching in the coordinates to the outside of the walls of Nexus City. Watching as Gil stands bravely between you and the advancing zeds as you finish punching in the command…and the scene of the hoard surrounding Gil and Gil attacking them with valor vanish in a bright sparkle of light. You collapse to your knees as your energy depletes and you let out a pained cry towards the night sky, fully knowing what was currently becoming of your darling G03LM lover. Time has passed since you lost Gil to the outbreak and you were now an ally of SQ, which Deimos and Sanford had invited you to join after hearing what happened to you and discovering what became of Gil. Both understood your pain as you struggled to cope without your lover by your side, the sweetest kiss he gave you before defending you to the bitter end still fresh on your mind. But now, you had a little bundle in your arms…and the last fragment of what used to be your happy life and your beloved lover. They had various similarities to their father, with their size being one of them. The second thing was their smile…it reminded you of a gruff G03LM that ensnared your heart and made you feel so loved once upon a time. Then, the news came to you from Sanford and Deimos when they had to go to a familiar part of Nexus City and into a very familiar place…they found Gil…but as a zed. You listen to them as they tell you that they gave him a mercy kill…putting him out of his undead misery as the two continued on with their assigned mission. Even now, the memories still make you weep…but you can’t look to the past anymore. Gil was officially gone and your little one was still counting on you. Now, your beliefs stay aligned with SQ through and through. The desire for revenge is still burning brightly in your heart. Once you find out who was behind the creations of the Zeds, you will tear them asunder to avenge your fallen lover. You promised him after all…and intend on keeping that promise. – SKINNER –

You were absolutely smitten with the friendly doctor that was set up in the new SQ headquarters that you and V2 made from the ground up. You never really expected to get attached to such a random character that Bossman found…but Skinner was just…uniquely different. He was friendly…charming…and his mannerisms were so strange…but alluring. Which led to you spending your downtime with the medical doctor, much to the rest of SQ’s interest. You were pretty much a natural celebrity. Everyone in SQ has heard of your god-like feats and how you and V2 were nigh unbeatable. But seeing you hanging out regularly with the doctor was spreading rumors about you two becoming a ‘thing’ around the building. You paid them no mind as you and Skinner spent time together for the umpteenth time that day. Regardless of what you spent your time doing, sipping tea, doing paperwork, or merely enjoying a sweet chat…you find yourself slowly falling heads over heels for the medic. Then, you two decided to try dating and found that dating was fun…if not completely intimate as you two would ‘go missing’ for hours on end during your dates. One time, V2 was looking for you for nearly a whole day and the SQ building nearly went into panic mode until you came strolling back with your hand entwined with Skinner’s, announcing that Skinner and you were now a thing. Which made Bossman loudly cheer as he claimed that Chopper Dave owed him 10 bucks. Some thought that’s where your relationship would end…but then you two started to get more intimate. Soon enough, the one thing that surprised everyone was when Skinner just casually walked in one day and commented out loud about how you were pregnant to nearly everyone in the cafeteria. Making a variety of grunts react by spitting their drinks and V2 nearly had a stroke. You merely blushed in deep embarrassment as Skinner affectionately nuzzles you in response to the uproar that got stirred up from his comment. You were pretty much doted on during your first trimester. The SQ building was already filled with empty rooms, which provided the perfect place to set up a baby room. Skinner helped out whenever he could and when he wasn’t busy with reviving dead hirelings or doctoring the injured. You merely accepted that fact and worked with V2 to make some money for purchases, in which Bossman was ‘obliged to sell you some materials for a fee’. So, most of the first trimester was used to purchase materials, items, and make money so that SQ would grow strong enough to protect your little one and wealthy enough to provide a reasonable living for your new family. With the money you made, you bought more equipment, hired more people, and upgraded the building. Pretty soon, the base was strongly enforced and there was a large staff of people operating the inner workings of the base. Which brought you comfort. You even managed to purchase better furnishing for your room that you were going to share with Skinner, such as a large bed for you both to share. Throughout the entirety of your midterm, you relaxed and spent your extra time with V2 to make up for all of the spending you had put on you and Skinner for your young one. You heard their grievances about you spending your shared money on things, so you decided to upgrade their room. They were your strongest vessel, so you figured that you would treat them well as an apology for focusing on your relationship with Skinner and the eventual arrival of your new little one. The hustle and bustle of the SQ was enough to make the place feel…surprisingly homey, as you and Skinner go on little dates here and there with him always saying ‘Toodles~!’ to you when he had to go back to work. Which you absolutely adored about him as he sashayed his way back towards the medbay. You get a couple of funny looks from the rest of the staff but merely giggle and shake your head at them in response. Thankfully, your pregnancy was going great with the due date now just around the corner. The best thing about dating and being the chosen lover of the medic was that you could go into the medbay at any time and get yourself checked out. Skinner is now becoming very interested in your health and well being as the birth date comes closer and closer. Even the rest of SQ, even V2, were getting excited about meeting the new godling as bets and rumors about what the kid would look like passed around the facility like free candy. Some argued that the kid would have Skinner’s jaws, another said they would have his pure white skin, some even said that the kid would look like you. All the talk and attention made you flustered from time to time, eventually you just decided to spend most of your time in your shared bedroom. Watching TV as your little one grew ever more restless. Then, the big day arrives. V2 pretty much wakes up the entire facility as he carries your grunting and pained form down to the medbay after hearing your pained cries coming from your shared room. Skinner was working late that night and the appearance of V2 holding his player was enough to entice action.

Skinner hurries to get to work and get all of his utensils together as V2 places you upon the stretcher, stepping back and seeing if Skinner would need any assistance in delivering his own child. To which the doctor merely clicks his teeth and snaps on a pair of gloves, getting ready to get to work. The night was long and both Skinner and V2 did as much work as possible to help you deliver, with Skinner finally finishing the process and starting to clean up the little G03LM. You could only pant in exhaustion as Skinner takes care of the little one and bundles them up, watching as V2 looks on in the background and congratulates you both. Finally, Skinner takes a moment after everything has settled down to finally realize that…they were here. His little one. His child. With a much more gentler and curious gaze, the medic pulls the blanket back to get a much more clearer look at his little one. Revealing the sparkling white skin of the youngling and their smiling face as they nuzzle into the blankets for warmth. Skinner feels his heart melt at the sight of the newborn and he couldn’t help but bump his face against the baby affectionately. Causing the little one to let out a sound that was almost akin to a ‘mrrp’ as they wake up from their slumber to stare at their father. The medic holds the child close as he nuzzles them lovingly, purring loudly. The child mimics his motions as they nuzzle him back and let out a series of little purrs of their own. The sight was enough to melt the hearts of V2 and yourself as the doctor welcomes the new life into the world of Nevada in his own uniquely-gruntish way. You can only smile brightly as the doctor looks at you and walks over, showing your beautiful little one to you as the baby looks at you with your colored eyes. “Look~! They have your eyes~” Skinner grins as he cuddles closer to you, keeping your little wiggly bundle between you both as you couldn’t help but smile as the little one caresses your face curiously with their small little hands. “Yes…and they have your curiosity…” You laugh in response. As a father, Skinner is a kind and patient parent with a steady hand. It’s in his coding to be polite and the child is only mildly different from their father, with both being naturally kind and courteous to everyone at SQ. Your child loves their father and you equally, not complaining or favoring one over the other. Skinner is proud to teach them the ins and outs of someone's insides, despite your numerous protests, but the child enjoys it regardless. Skinner is the perfect fatherly G03LM for you and your little one as the little one begins to grow aspirations to be like their father one day, much to Skinner’s pride and enjoyment.

#madcom x reader #madness combat x reader #y/n x madness combat #yandere madness combat #madcom tag #human!reader x madcom #self aware m:pn au #madness combat self aware au #self aware au #my writings #Haxorus Imp #cosmica-galaxy #anon asks #anonymous #ghost anon #tw pregnancy #cw pregnancy #AHAHAHA HAVE ANGST YOU SCRUBS #papa!grunts au

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hellooooo aine ive been binge reading your blog smh and recently ive been into black clover and full metal alchemist and i fell in love with fuegoleon, nozel and william theyre just so gorgeus😩🌷 can i pls request them with an s/o who is an alchemist and can use any type of magic and they can copy their magic and theyre the niece of the wizard king and is close to mereoleona. Thank you stay safe and healthy🌷😊🌟👑

Hello lovely bby!! I'm very sure I have a handful of mutuals who think the same as you hehe, (¬‿¬ ) Fuego, Noz and Wil are definitely favourites from the number of request I always receive hehe!

Also I'm sorry Anony but I didn't watch FMA, but I know it's a lit anime, but I should add it to the long list of anime I want to watch, lmao. So please forgive me if the reader is nothing like the characters of FMA haha.

In case anyone is wondering, alchemist is someone like a chemist x astrology, more like in the olden days, aha! I hope my explanation is okay haha!

Fuegoleon | Nozel | William x f! reader

Fuegoleon Vermillion

He initially didn't have feelings for you and thought of you like a sister, since you and his sister were so close, and you were always over at his place.

Moreover, you were his boss' niece, so he didn't even have any romantic thoughts about you. Until you and him went on a mission together.

He saw how you were actually different from his sister, how you were gentle and caring, how worried you were for him when he was injured, how you took care of him, he wondered why didn't he realise all these from before.

So he kept finding excuses to get Mereo to ask you to come over, from holding parties to dinners, not to mention the countless of times he needed some potion or elixir or some random kind of potion, just so he could see you.

Mereo catches on it one day and she teases her brother relentlessly for it, but when it was just you and Mereo, she would help her poor brother out a little.

She would drop hints and ask you how you felt about Fuego. When she realises the potential you both have, she would try to matchmake the both of you, because what's more better than being bestie sisters was to make you her real sister.

He finally confessed one day, after much pushing from Mereo. You were overjoyed of course. Fuego confessed that he was a little nervous that your uncle was actually the wizard king himself, but you assured him that he would be happy for the both of you too.

Julius was surprised but he thought that the both of you were just so cute together.

Fue would learn a little about alchemy with you and he picked it up quickly too, since he was such a smart man. He was able to do simple alchemy like turning some chemicals into basic potions. Using his magic to cook and boil the chemicals for you? Yes yes yes.

Nozel Silva

Found you intimidating and hard to get close to at first, because well, you were the niece of the wizard king PLUS your bestie was loud and crazy af.

But he has a major crush on you, he couldn't help it. To Nozel Silva you were just this cute, sexy and beautiful angel ever to walk on the face of Earth.

His face always dawned a hint of pink when he saw you, and he couldn't really find the right words to start the conversation with you.

Lady luck and cupid probably pitied this man at this point so one day you bumped into Nozel when you were out buying some of your alchemist stuff.

Also to make sure that this royal would definitely have the chance to speak to you, you had no money on you and you had to embarrassingly ask him if he had any money you could borrow.

This man proceeds to throw out all his money on the counter, it was WAY more than enough, he was not trying to flex, he was just so nervous and he prayed that he had enough on him to be able to pay for you.

Of course he wouldn't want you to pay him back, and he offers to carry your stuff and send you to where ever you were going to. (he totally forgot about why he was at the store in the first place)

And that was the start of you always talking to him whenever you guys met. He was somehow always "coincidentally" bumping into you more often.

You were also surprised that he knew a little about Alchemy too, well he was dead smart so you have no idea what doesn't he know. He could even help you write formulas and create simple elixirs.

He eventually man-ed up and confessed his feelings for you. And you know Nozel Silva, he does not care about who your bestie or uncle was when he was crazily in love with you.

William Vangeance

He was acquainted with you because you were Julius' niece in the first place. You don't know about him, but it was love at first sight for you. He was such a well mannered and gentle man. You've never saw such a pair of gorgeous eyes in your life.

"We have the same colour eyes, y/n!" your uncle would fake some tears to you.

"Have you seen his eyes, uncle Ju? They say the eyes are the window to the soul of a person, he has a beautiful soul."

Anyway, William was often at the wizard king's office so you both spent quite a good amount of time together.

Well, unless your bestie Mereo came along. This bestie of yours does not see why you like this man. Well, they were kind of the exact opposite in character so you could kinda understand why too.

She always tried to pull you away from William and tried to match make you with her brother, Fuego, instead.

Until one day, Mereo half joked to William, "eh Captain Gold, are you purposely sticking around y/n so much? Are you trying to hit on her?"

"Yes, if I didn't make it obvious enough," William smiled warmly at Mereo, showing none of the frustration that he hid inside him. "I do believe that I like y/n."

That was enough to keep Mereo speechless and you a stuttering mess. The rest was history.

Your favourite dates are you and him creating some special elixir or potion for plants. Also, you both on the battlefield are a deadly combi.

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#fuegoleon vermillion x reader #fuegoleon vermillion x reader #fuegoleon x reader #fuegoleon vermillion hc #nozel silva x reader #nozel imagine #nozel x reader #nozel silva hcs #nozel silva x y/n #william vangeance fluff #william vangeance hcs #william vangeance x reader #black clover william #black clover headcanons #black clover imagine #black clover x reader #black clover scenarios #black clover fanfiction #black clover imagines

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autumn-foxfire · 10 months

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The heck kind of leaks did I wake up to 😭 Catch me at 3am going nope nope do not- as I read about quirks evolving, also whats up with the world going to hell and Compress and Geten having a casual chat in prison saying they have plenty of time?? Geez, comedic duo I did not see coming. But bless: no phoenix quirk. But also: I dislike the dunking on Touya's narrative that makes him the masterpiece Endy always wanted. I pray fandom doesn't clown Endy for that because it would just be annoying. That's not the reason I wanted Touya's worth and life to be respected. And then the GETEN HIMURA, dammit. I was hoping the obvious fire/ice quirk wouldn't always lead to a family connection but here we are. These Todoroki's and their issues smh. I hope the memes and jokes about Japan being talked about as "entirely other" like one would consider the worldbuilding of a fantasy manga when considering culture isn't too bad out there. It's a real place, with real people living even in your country, and so many concepts are actually spread all over every asian country not just that. Hell, I've had hispanic friends tell me so as well. I say this because apparently some people are treating the concept of Touya being "first-born" and the weight it holds as "yeah just a thing Japan does" I get in this interconnected global world we like peering into other countries and cultures we don't understand and shrug it off like a strange other society far-removed from us, but I don't think people in the west realize how universal this is + the cousin marriage thing regardless of how squicky it is. I understand, but maybe tone down blowing up at other asians and shaming the entire concept in front of their faces? Some of those people might have their parents wanting them to get engaged to their cousin, or might know friends and family who are, and that kind of behavior when Geten is a DISTANT cousin, not even 2nd or 3rd or 4th with different lineages beyond the main family line is, kinda insane. You're absolutely free to find it problematic or even disturbing, I as an asian had that concern as well, just PSA to not over-react in a way that makes people familiar with those cultural practices feel bad. (also again....distant, Geten is so freaking distant. It's so trivial, if you find that disturbing, think of how someone marrying their 3rd or 4th cousin might feel? thinking "that" was far-removed enough that they would be okay with it and here's the internet flipping tables over Geten whose even further removed from the main family.)

Sorry for the really late response, nonnie.

Honestly, I can't say that I'm all that surprised that Hori took the route he did now that it's been awhile and the knowledge of the chapter has sunken in.

I still think giving Dabi an ice quirk undermines his story and I don't really know what the point of it was other than to shame Endeavor (while also spreading the message that only if he had abused his son more he would have realised he was "perfect" which is very icky even though it was unintentional).

As you said, Touya being the "perfect" son shouldn't have been why his life was respected by his father.

As for Geten being a Himura... Oof to all the people who shipped him with Dabi firstly (not that they still can't but fandom can be quick to attack other ships with problematic elements like these).

Personally I'm not really sure why Hori made that so because it does little to offer commentary on the story anymore, especially as he's done a terrible time at effective worldbuilding.

But I do agree that fandom needs to be careful when approaching topics like this. It's very easy to look at the story through a western lense and be rude to other cultures because of that. Yes, there is real reasons why incest is frowned upon such as the biological issues it has however you can discuss it in a way that's respectful and not insulting (sadly a nuance that fandom has not mastered).

God, what is it with Hori putting complicated themes in his story but not handling them satisfyingly.

#bnha critical #thanks for the ask!!#and I apologise for such a late reply

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libra-stellium · 4 months

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Rant about people during the pandemic

I’ve always been a person who hosts game nights or holiday themed events and I do it in my one bedroom apartment lol but the last one I hosted was a New Year’s party in 2019 going into 2020 and every time I thought to host after that I wasn’t in the mood really or my friends were spread out all over and there’s always the looming anxiety that someone is gonna show up sick.

I finally hosted again last night a Grinch Game Night so that everyone could see my Whoville decorations up close and someone did show up sick 😀 I’m crossing my fingers that what she had was just a regular cold 😀

She didn’t say anything ahead of time and she had already been there for so long before she started talking about how on Christmas she did go with her bf to visit his parents and I already knew that his parents were sick with Covid so I’m sure I made a face bc why did y’all go?? Okay it’s Christmas but they have Covid it’s okay to NOT GO INTO THEIR HOUSE AND SIT WITH THEM! She was like oh yeah they were all masked up okay whatever and then later goes on to say how her bf is staying with her rn and she went to go sleep in her guest room bc he’s so congested 😀😀 and each night he comes to find her anyway 😀 like y’all went to see his parents and now he’s congested 😀😀 and you’re in the same house with him and you came to mine ??? 😀 WHY? And she even tried to bring him asking me if my game night was co Ed and I was like no bc I don’t have any guys friends lol but she would’ve brought his congested ass to the game night ??? And she coughed a few times and drank water so I thought it was just idek 😩 a dry throat or something

I had my windows open and my HEPA air purifier going so I’m hoping that was enough and I lysoled everything as soon as she left. It’s just like 😩 why are people like this?? This wasn’t going to be the game night of the century it’s okay to say you’re not feeling well and stay home! I literally haven’t gone anywhere while I was feeling any kind of symptoms and it’s not hard at all! Don’t even think anyone remembers smh and then it puts me in the horrible position of having to be a bitch about it bc what was I supposed to even do in that situation? Slap a mask on her and kick her out? Probably 😭 I literally don’t know how I would do that.

I’m also the only one of not just my friends but family and people I know that still wears a mask to places and they tell me stories of sick people around them and sick coworkers coming into the office and how they “hope” they don’t catch anything but it’s like …just wear the mask and you won’t catch anything 🙄

A couple weeks ago my aunt was telling me how sick she felt on Wednesday and how she felt sick on Monday and Tuesday and she had showed up unmasked to my apt Sunday to have coffee with me and I’m like 😩😩 BROOO and she kept saying how “it’s the AC at work that is making her cough” I tell her that’s not a thing and tell her to take a Covid test she’s like oh she doesn’t have any….so I had to bring her tests and then she was like I HAVE to stay with her to take it bc she doesn’t know how to do it and I was wearing my N95 bc I know her and that positive line was so dark so fast smh and she still had the audacity to say “the AC activated the Covid on me” like wtf are you even talking about?? 🙄 meanwhile she works in a doctors office wearing those thin blue masks that she claims suffocate her and idek if she wears them all day for real or if she just says that to me bc she knows how I feel about masks and then she went unmasked to Christmas caroling at her church and it’s now two weeks later and she’s still feeling sick and testing positive (she’s also unvaxed and thinks saying in Jesus name is enough 🙄) and she has to go get groceries so I tell her to wear a real mask and not that useless ass blue one and she goes I don’t have any masks 🙄 of course you don’t it’s been 3 years of her taking a handful of my masks bc she refuses to get her own and she finally bought some KF94s and some N95s but why did it take you getting Covid and seeing that it’s not a joke to buy your own masks?? idek I’m just so turned off by everyone.

And by no means am I like a perfect mask wearer like I still go out to restaurants and clubs but I don’t go to the bigger ones anymore and I use my nasal spray for the time that I’m there and that’s been working for me so far. Sometimes I forget to put one on in the Uber but most times I have mine on the driver puts theirs on too so that’s nice. And I was traveling earlier this month and sooooo many people were coughing ugly coughs unmasked echoing each other and had the nerve to look at me weird for wearing a mask like they’re not a walking test tube of illnesses 🥴

I just don’t understand what the problem is like is it denial?? Delusion?? Fear?? None of it makes any sense to me bc if you’re afraid why not take precautions? If you’re gonna feel embarrassed and keep your sickness a secret why not take precautions? Also why claim that your Covid symptoms are these random ass illnesses instead of just taking a test and finding out? The entire 3 years only one person recently has been sick and thought it was Covid and it was actually bronchitis. Everyone else I know that’s been sick over the 3 years has been sick with Covid. One person I know refused to take a test bc they were sure it wasn’t Covid even after listing all the symptoms and was like “actually it’s just a summer flu” mmmm I doubt it bc you just came back from a work conference 🙄 I even have a friend who works at a daycare and no one masks and they are sick at least once a month bc they catch whatever random virus these kids are carrying that week and they act like that’s just life and there’s nothing they can do about it smh

I guess I’m just tired of being the only one.

#covid rant #covid conscious #covid cautious #covid isn't over #wear a mask

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Sean, my new PT

I saw a sports medicine doc back in the spring for my lower back pain, which has persisted since April 2022 despite ample rest, medication, 4 months of physical therapy, all kinds of exercises, and plenty of copays. This doc was amazing - so much so that I am now considering going into the specialty despite never having given it a second thought prior. Her treatment plan essentially boiled down to having me try working with a new PT, someone on her team with lots of experience with athletes in my age group and spine/hip pathology in particular. I finally had my first appointment with him today after booking it right after my MCAT (I know I'm generally healthy and in no place to complain on my own behalf but seriously smh @ our healthcare system bc patients always have to wait forever to be seen).

I love physical therapists, and in general, the study of physical therapy and kinesiology. For reasons similar to why I fell in love with yoga, I am consistently amazed by how such seemingly subtle stretches, movements, and form adjustments can make a world of difference in someone's pain or mobility, and how people I've met for mere minutes can tell me things about my own body that I've never known despite being the sentient soul living inside of it. I remember meeting Marcus (a personal trainer I got one free session with at my gym) and Kim (my physical therapist from Oct-Jan) and feeling stunned by how quickly they were able to catch on to my left hip instability. Today, Sean took my awe to the next level, and I knew he'd be different when the first thing he told me was that he could tell I was left-handed simply from the way that I walk.

He spent a solid hour and a half on his physical exam + teaching me about the how and the why my spine, sacrum, and - news to me - shoulder and cervical have been doing tons of compensatory work (possibly to restore equilibrium from my wack vestibular system. tbd on that) to, at the end of the day, protect me from collapsing, which in my case has resulted in a chronically stiff lumbar region. Yes, my unconditioned glutes, hamstrings, and core may be subject to improvement, but that fact alone can't explain the chronic pain, because if that were the only reason - wouldn't everybody on earth be feeling the same way? For the first time since onset, everything finally made sense. His clinical reasoning took into account all of my unique presentations and deficits, which was extraordinarily appreciated, because up until today I was only ever treated like a generic back pain patient.

E.g. My left hip is unstable when I squat. But why? Unlike the "general weakness" conclusion that I was fed since learning how to do compound lifts, so much clicked for me today when Sean said, yes, the left gives out first - but because the right hip flexor is severely tight, likely from the compensatory work that my spine has been teaching it to do. We did a series of stretches and adjustments together to try and loosen up my hip joint. I felt no different sensation afterwards, but when I tried squatting again - like magic, my left hip didn't give out nearly as much as before. The video evidence proved to me everything I needed to know. I scheduled another appointment with him about a month from now (because I will not realistically have to time or money to drive 30 min away on a weekly basis while I'm in school, also I never understood why I was seeing my other PT weekly because how much progress can I really make in a week?) and he gave me a program to follow until then. I plan on committing to it religiously.

Now that it's been over a year with this pain and consistent disappointment in my lack of progress, I was beginning to accept that this was my new normal. I went in to my appointment today, having almost forgotten about it since I scheduled it months ago, fully expecting to be given generic advice and planning on not seeing him again. I guess I still went because my subconscious had hoped that maybe, just maybe, something would be different this time. And maybe, just maybe, this time it will be.

#strength

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Petrichor Chapter 24: Artist

Chapter 24: Artist

Note: Hi everyone! Hope you’re all doing well! Was it hot where all of you live today, too, or was that just me? Texas, man. This is the only place I’ve ever lived where it’s been hot in October. I know we're not there just yet, but damn. Close enough. SMH.

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In a small room off to the side of the living area was a tiny office, every wall crammed with storage units and plastic tubs that had been stacked as neatly as the limited service space would allow. Many of them were tilting in a manner that implied that they might slide over onto the floor soon, but the space was tidy either way. For now.

A glance around the small room was all it took to find art supplies scattered everywhere. On the desk in the middle of the space were several adjustable wooden reference figures and stacks of different types of paper and canvas. Paint brushes, pens, markers, pencils, charcoal. There were no shortage of mediums available, but they all seem to pertain to either canvas or paper, her choice of medium apparent without even seeing any of her works.

On the corner of the desk farthest from the light was an old box that looked as though it might contain a vintage camcorder or something of the like if the strap hanging out of it and the stack of vintage lenses were anything to go by. A few photos were hung on the wall, but none of them contained people. Animals and all forms of nature were on display ranging from lush forests and winding rivers to cows in fields and dogs playing in the mud, but it seemed that people were not of interest to her. She could have fooled him. But perhaps when it came to her art it was a different story.

She walked into the room only a few seconds behind him, heading to a small bookshelf in the corner nearest to the doorway. It was only then that he even noticed it was there since it was facing away from him on the opposite side of the wall, catching sight of a blend of colorful papers at the top and the menagerie of canvases at the bottom. He realized rather quickly that this was probably the place where she stored her works once they were finished. Or at least somewhat finished. A few of them seem to be half done but he was actually having a bit of a hard time making out all the different shapes and colors He needed to focus on something in particular.

And as if she knew this, she grabbed a sketchbook off of the shelf and folded it open, flipping through a few of the images until she landed upon one that she seemed to think he would enjoy, taking a deep breath in order to calm herself. This clearly took a lot of courage on her part, and he silently wondered if there was something to that.

It was clear that she was wondering if he would like what she was going to offer to show him. He doubted that he would hate it, but he wondered all the same whether or not she was shy to show him her art because she thought it was bad or because she thought he would think it was. He wondered why she cared about his approval. Perhaps it was just a part of human nature? He didn't seek the approval of…

Oh.

"These are some of my most recent projects. They're my best work so far. Hopefully… I hope they're not terrible. And you like them." She said as she handed him the notebook, the drawing she had picked on the top. He turned the notebook around with a nod before staring at the picture, taking it in for a moment before flipping to the next. And to say that he was surprised would be an understatement.

Beautiful illustrations of the natural world covered every page, charcoal and graphite being the primary tools used to achieve the look she desired. The lines were clearly defined and purposeful, and the blending was top-notch, smooth and precise. She had clearly put in many long hours to achieve this look. It was the sort of thing that only came from a lifetime of practice and a steady hand; time and technique paying off in spades. And while it was not perfect or even the best art that he had ever seen, it was undeniably impressive, and I got the impression that perfection wasn't what she was aiming for in the first place. It was style. And she had certainly nailed that.

"... What is there to not like about them?" He asked earnestly, perplexed as to why she had seemed to demonstrate so much anxiety about showing them to him. He imagined that if he could draw this well he would have confidence in his works, although it was undoubtedly true that he would strive to continuously improve. That was simply who he was. But she was far from awful, that much was clear. Vergil wondered why she didn't have more confidence in her skills.

"So you… they're good?" She said, her tone filled with disbelief. She seemed genuinely surprised that he hadn't tossed the notebook aside and walked out of the door in disgust. And it wasn't an act. Far from it, in fact. Every facet of her face from the slight widening of her pupils to the ever-so-subtle upturn of the corner of her mouth and the raising of her eyebrows made that clear. She had expected him to not like her work, that much was clear.

"I think so. Better than anything I could ever do. Not that I've tried." He said simply, speaking honestly. He'd never really gotten into drawing. He tried it once or twice as a child, but that had been more his brother's thing, not that Dante's crayon scribbles had been anything he'd dare call art. Though he imagined his parents would have disagreed in that way that parents always seem to. He imagined it held a certain charm to the parents of the child when their offspring created some hideous amalgamation of colors and shapes that would probably request a swift and merciful death should it be able to speak for them.

Now it was Vergil's turn to ask a few questions. His curiosity had been piqued by the contrast between her artwork and her reaction to his reaction to it. He was clearly missing something here. "If you thought that they were terrible, why did you continue?"

A look that he was unfamiliar with flashed across her face. In a mixture of grief and disappointment, the muscles in her neck quivering as she pinched her lips together, turning them inward. Her shoulders pulled inward and pointed upward as she drew into herself, wounded by something he didn't understand.

"Because… I had to believe they were. It was all I could do." She said as her gaze shifted down towards the floor, her eyes unable to meet his. She clutched the notebook tightly, not crinkling or tearing it but bending the cardboard backing ever so slightly. "My father always told me they weren't any good. He worked in antiquities and spent a lot of time around collections of vintage fine art. Every time I showed him one of my drawings even as a little girl he always told me that my works were nothing special, especially compared to the masters. So I studied the artists he liked. I wanted to be good like them so badly. I wanted him to tell me just once that he likes something I did. So I kept practicing and practicing hoping that one day I'd be good enough. That on the rare occasion that he came home he would look at my art with adoration like he did the art he worked with. That he would look at me with adoration. But in over a decade that's never happened a single time."

Vergil remained silent, utterly unsure as to how he was supposed to follow a statement like that. His father had never expressed disappointment with his skills or interests. He had only ever wanted to be like his father. To honor his unsurmountable legacy as his oldest son. He had pushed himself to be the very best because he knew that it would be impressive to his father, or at least he had hoped it would be, but he couldn't imagine what he would feel in the depths of his very being of his father had told him that he simply wasn't good enough. To be told that he possessed known talent and that he simply wasn't anything special, even if that were the truth. To him, his father had been utterly perfect, and although their relationship hadn't always been, he would have never dreamed of being told something so heartless by Sparda or his mother, for that matter. He didn't think his father even had it in him to voice that kind of opinion. And that was to say nothing of how his mother would have torn him apart should he have done so.

His father had been firm but caring, offering encouragement and feedback when needed. He offered guidance on matters that he understood and attempted to learn things that he did not in order to be more helpful to them. He had shown patience in situations when Vergil himself was sure that he personally would have cracked. Sparda wanted to see him improve. It seemed to bring him satisfaction when he or his brother did well. Her father didn't seem to be anything like that to him.

… He missed them both so much.

"Your father is a buffoon." The Darkslayer said that word as though it left a foul taste in his mouth. If it were up to his preferences he would not refer to a man who treated his child that way as a parent, but he had nothing else to call him. He imagined that he was the sort of man his mother would have hated. She never believed in stifling creativity even when that creativity was something she didn't understand like Dante's senseless little games and Vergil's own solitary obsession with literature, especially poetry. She'd simply smile and nod, giving them encouragement through her presence alone. She believed that the innocence and whimsy of a child was something that should be protected and nurtured for as long as it could be before the crushing reality of growing up set in, something that she and Sparda had many discussions about over the years before his disappearance. Never arguments or fights, but a few heated discussions. Yes. Eva would have hated this woman's father with every fiber of her being. And she probably wouldn't have been quiet about it.

A single, solitary tear ran from her eye and down her cheek until it dripped off of her chin onto the edge of the paper, causing a small blemish on the art. It was barely noticeable, but it was there nonetheless. She quietly set the notebook down and leaned on the desk, her back to him. She was clearly trying to compose herself and failing. It seemed that she wasn't keen on shedding tears in front of a stranger, either.

"You're absolutely right. I told him something like that the last time I saw him. On the front steps of our house. And then I took my bags and walked away. I won't repeat the words he said to me in response; The things he called me as I left him behind. I know none of his words should matter and that he's wrong. But they still do somehow." She used a crumpled-up piece of paper to wipe her eye, the medium too stiff to work effectively much like blowing your nose into copy paper, but she didn't seem to care. It got the job done regardless. "Sometimes I think about sending him some of my art to show him how much I've improved. And then I remember… That pigment on paper has always mattered more to him than me."

Vergil looked away from her for a moment, back into the photographs on the wall and the artwork that filled that room. There were no people in any of them. And now it made sense. Because she was alone here with nothing but her work. The work that she did because she had no idea what else to do. It had consumed so much of her, her desire to achieve an idealized version of herself that didn’t exist. The loneliness was suddenly suffocating. And somewhere deep within himself, the part of him that didn’t want to acknowledge anything that he perceived as a flaw couldn’t shake the feeling that this realization was like holding a mirror up to himself. And that infuriated him.

“... Put your boots back on. Let’s take a walk.”.

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Calling The Haikyuu Boys ‘Dude/Bro’

Pairings: Sakusa x Reader, Oikawa x Reader, Kenma x reader (reader is gender neutral in all three!)

Word Count: ~1.8k

Warnings: mild cursing, mentions of insecurities in Kenma’s but honestly this is mostly just straight up fluff, attempt at humor

A/N: AHH this is my first time writing for most of these characters (I’ve only written for Sakusa once before) so I hope they’re not OOC. These were fun so if you’d like to see these for a particular haikyuu character lmk and I’ll try my hand at writing for them

Kiyoomi Sakusa

This man will not hesitate to shut this down immediately.

Scoffs and grimaces in disgust at your words.

Literally acts as if you sneezed on him or something smh.

Will ask you not to call him that ‘cause he’s your boyfriend, not your *gags and shudders* bro.

Will get very blushy and flustered if you tease him about it.

“Bro, you’ll never believe what I just found!” you exclaimed as you rushed over to your boyfriend, Kiyoomi, who was pushing along the grocery cart as he diligently followed you around, occasionally stopping to pick up items that piqued his interest. You were carrying a handful of disinfectant wipes with a proud look on your face. “They’ve got a buy one get one free offer for the lemon-scented wipes you like so much. What a steal, right? We’re almost out of them at home so I think we should stock up while we’ve got the chance. There were more but I couldn’t really carry them all by myself so I figured we could go back together.”

You were shocked to find your boyfriend scowling. You were so sure he’d be even more thrilled than you were, considering how fast he went through his cleaning supplies. You were even more shocked when he lifted his hand to flick your forehead, not nearly hard enough to hurt, but enough for you to let out an indignant ‘Hey! What was that for?!”

“Don’t call me that. I’m your boyfriend, not your bro.” He damn near whined out. “How would you like it if I called you bro?”

Instead of answering his question, you took this as an opportunity to tease your usually oh-so-stoic-and-unbothered boyfriend.

“Awww, Omi” you gushed, “your wish is my command. What would you prefer I call you? Love? Honey? What about dear? Oh, I know! Sweetie pie! Or how about pumpkin? Perhaps even my beloved?”

The more embarrassing nicknames you suggested, the more flustered your Omi got. While the bottom half of his face was covered, you could clearly see the tips of his ears turn an adorable shade of pink.

“You’re intolerable.” He groaned out, readjusting his mask in an attempt to hide his red face.

He pushed the cart leaving you in the frozen food aisle with about 12 disinfectant wipe containers clutched in your hands.

“Omi! Love! Wait for me! I don’t wanna carry these anymore, they’re so heavy,” you whined out.

“Should have thought about that before being such a brat, babe,” he shouted with a smirk, though he slowed down so you could catch up to him at the end of the aisle, his chest feeling all warm and fuzzy.

Toru Oikawa

Please, he is so dramatic.

Will go all out on the theatrics. Waterworks, whines, the works.

By the end of the interaction you’ll be so done with him you’ll regret your slip up.

One thing’s for sure, you’re never calling him dude or bro ever again.

He’s so embarrassing but you love him so…

You were at the mall doing some window shopping with your boyfriend, Toru, when all of a sudden something caught your eye.

“Bro, look at that shirt and pants combo. Pretty cute, right? Maybe I could wear it next time we go out with our old classmates. I wonder if they have my-”

You were quickly interrupted by Oikawa who let out a gasp loud enough to catch the attention of several people walking by. He held his right arm up to his chest, placing his hand where his heart is located, and looked away from you woefully. Drama queen.

“Dude, what the fuck?” you asked, feeling embarrassed by all the stares. You tried to get him to stop calling so much attention to the pair of you by dragging him along but he only huffed at you.

“Y/N-chan!” Oikawa whined out, “Don’t call me those names. They’re so unromantic. I’m your boyfriend, not some ‘dude’. People will think we’re not together.”

“People will have a real reason to think that if you don’t stop causing a scene,” you warned, crossing your arms. Though both of you knew your threat was as empty as threats could get, you really did want him to shut up so people would stop staring and giggling.

“Don’t say that! You’re always so mean to me, the man you love,” he sniffed, finally looking at you. “There are so many other things you could call me.”

“Like what?” you asked, “Shittykawa?”

Toru let out a scandalized gasp. “Y/N! You’re being so mean to your boyfriend. You’ve been spending too much time with Iwa-chan. He’s such a bad influence.”

He was being so loud right now you could feel the burning stares of everyone around you.

“Toru! You’re being embarrassing right now,” you hissed. You weren’t really mad at him, more so mildly irritated by his childish behavior. After all, you loved your boyfriend very much, theatrics and all.

Toru finally let you drag him to the shop that had caught your eye, but only when you grabbed his hand and intertwined your fingers with his.

For the rest of your visit to the mall, Oikawa kept proposing nicknames you could use for him instead of ‘dude’ or ‘bro’, each one more ridiculous than the last.

“How about… love? My one and only setter? Wait! I’ve got the perfect one. Snookums.”

Kenma Kozume

His reaction would be the most subdued of them all.

That’s not to say the nickname wouldn’t bother him, rather he would let the interaction stew in his brain over hours as he agonized over what you called him.

It won’t be until later when you’re both at home that he tentatively brings up the subject, quietly asking you not to call him that again.

Will probably act like it's not a big deal and it doesn’t bother him but it really does.

He’s literally everything, please reassure him and give him cuddles and call him cute nicknames.

This was one of those rare occasions when the two of you (mainly Kenma) willingly went out to the mall. A part of his computer’s cooling system had been giving him problems and he had a 24-hour charity stream in two days and he really couldn’t afford to have his computer failing him halfway through. Usually, he’d order these things online but with such short notice and his preferred company for buying these sorts of things being overseas, he was worried he wouldn’t be able to get the computer fixed in time. So, with a lack of enthusiasm and you there for moral support, he left the comfort of your shared apartment in search of the nearest reliable electronics shop.

It really wasn’t so bad. It was a Monday morning so there weren’t many people there. He’d been recognized by one or two people but they’d been nice enough, simply saying hi and leaving them be.

While he looked at different pieces, looking for the right one, you’d wandered off to look at the videogames area.

“Dude! Look what they have,” you exclaimed, shoving the slim box with the words ‘Pokémon Legends: Acerus’.

He smiled at your excitement, looking at you fondly as you continued to ramble enthusiastically about the game.

“Bro, I’ve been dying to play this game for ages. I heard the gameplay is totally different from that of the other games. A streamer I was watching the other day said she loved it and she’s got similar tastes to you so I think you’d enjoy it too. Do you think we buy two copies or just share one? You know what, I think we should just get two ‘cause I heard it was kind of addictive and you know how we both get when it comes to video games.”

Kenma nodded in agreement telling you to grab another one and meet him back here so the two of you could pay. He had the computer part he wanted in his hands thanks to an employee who’d been kind enough to notice he was having trouble finding what he wanted, despite Kenma feeling too anxious to request his assistance.

“Woah, your friend’s pretty passionate about videogames, huh? That’s really cute,” the employee commented, something akin to interest shining in his eyes.

Kenma’s skin pricked uncomfortably. Why on Earth would that employee say that? To your boyfriend, no less. The way the guy said that didn’t really sound platonic. Did he- did he think you were single?

All of a sudden, it hit him. You’d called him ‘bro’ and ‘dude’. Those weren’t exactly terms of endearment. To the employee, you probably looked like you were just friends.

You came back with two copies of the game and Kenma quickly dragged you to the cash register before the man could start a conversation with you.

You were worried about how quiet Kenma was on the ride home. Kenma was a quiet person, sure, but when it came to you conversation would flow naturally. Something was obviously bothering the poor man but after dating him for so long and being friends for even longer, you knew better than to pry. He’d tell you what was bothering him when he was ready and any attempts to get him to talk about it before he was ready would only make him act distant.

And you were right, of course. A few hours later you were sitting on the couch of his streaming room, playing the game you had just bought on your switch while Kenma fiddled with his newly repaired PC.

“Hey, Y/N?” Kenma quietly called out to you after a while, voice tentative.

“Yeah? What’s up?” You asked, saving your progress and putting away the consol so you could give him your undivided attention.

“In the future, could you maybe not call me dude or bro?” he asked in a faux nonchalant tone.

Being his long-term significant other, you immediately saw through him.

“Yeah of course. Can I ask why?” you watched as he messed with his setup, lowering his head so that his hair shielded away most of his face from your view.

“It’s nothing,” Kenma mumbled. You could tell he was trying to find the right words, however, so you patiently waited for him to continue. “It's just that… people might think we’re not together if you call me that and I don’t think I like that. Actually, I know I don’t.”

Upon hearing your boyfriend’s words, you were quick to rush over to him and sit on his lap with your face just a few inches away from his.

“Of course, Kenken! I’m so sorry, I honestly didn’t even notice that I called you that. I was so caught up in the game. I’ll never call you that again, though, I promise,” You reassured, kissing the tip of his nose and cuddling up to him in the way you knew he liked.

The rest of the day was spent in a similar manner, with you showering Kenma with affirmations and love and Kenma looking at you with nothing short of pure unadulterated adoration

#sakusa x reader #oikawa x reader #kenma x reader #haikyuu!!#haikyuu!! fanfiction

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