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lxkeee · 3 months

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TWO SIDES OF THE SAME COIN

-PART FIVE

Pairing: Lucifer Morningstar x Seraphim Angel! Fem! Reader

Fandom: Hazbin Hotel

Genre: Angst (for now)

Warnings: Depression and mentions of self h*rm.

Notes: Heads-up, this chapter is filled with the Caeles Family trauma/lore lmao.

PART ONE | PART FOUR | PART SIX | NAVIGATION

Two angelic beings—currently in their human forms, sat across each other outside their garden, early morning sunlight streaming past the leaves of the large wisteria, they sat underneath the tree, a tea table in the middle with of course, a steaming and freshly brewed lavender tea and a platter of tea sandwiches to go with. The smell of roses and lavender is present around the garden as the sun rises through the horizon, calm and gentle cool breeze caressing their skins as they enjoy this peace and quiet. They are in the mortal realm at the moment, they didn't want heaven's ears to listen.

Xavier can be seen talking animatedly to his mother, his eyebrows furrowed as he did so, his hands moving around comically as he explained something to the older woman. [Y/n] sighs and nodded, bringing back the teacup into the table.

“So you're saying that Sera approved of this cleansing without the other's knowledge?” [y/n] asked with a small hum, bringing the teacup to her lips once more, pinky extended, she sipped her tea slowly before bringing the teacup back down to the table, making sure to use her pinky as a cushion to avoid making unnecessary noise.

She was awestruck, in disbelief by the information Xavier told her. Unacceptable. Sera's decision mocks the heavenly hierarchy, who is she to play God? Sure, God left her in charge as the higher being is off to who knows where but the reason God chose Sera is because the Seven Virtues were busy with work in the mortal realm. To think she made a major decision such as this without consulting the Seven virtues is unacceptable.

[Y/n] was bubbling in fury inside, as the angel of kindness, she can't imagine what the sinners are going through with the cleansing. Sera's decision is truly unacceptable. It felt like Sera didn't respect the status of the seven virtues and that is something she cannot allow. She worked so hard to be here, to where she is now. After Lucifer messed up and left an empty spot with the seven, she worked herself to the bone to fill that spot and is now one of the strongest and Sera couldn't even consult one single virtue to this decision. Blasphemy.

Xavier looked worried as he could tell that his mother is beyond pissed despite the gentle and calm look on her face, but he knows her. He could tell just by how tense her shoulders are, how deep the exhale she let out or the way her left eye twitched.

“I am glad you told me, I'll request a meeting with the others soon but I doubt it'll happen immediately as everyone is busy here on earth.” [y/n] sighs, picking up a small tuna sandwich and taking a bite of it. Xavier nodded as he took a sip of his own tea, nodding at her.

“I couldn't let Sera get away with this, after all.” He answered, looking away from his mother and to gaze at the garden. [Y/n] chuckles, her eyes darkened a bit as she follows where Xavier is looking—at the mini pond of the garden, two ducks and two swans swimming around. Surprisingly, a duck and swan were playing with each other. It brought a smile to [y/n]'s face, remembering the times she and Lucifer would play together in the skies, laughing and giggling. Times were easy and peaceful before. Oh how she wished she could turn back time.

Xavier's eyes narrowed slightly as he watches the two birds swimming around. A sigh escaping his lips before turning back to look at his mother once more.

“What do you want me to do for the time being?” He asked, crossing his arms over his chest, [y/n] smiled as she looked at her son, he grew up so fast. Proud of how far he came in life, though, she still felt a little guilt and sadness within her as she remembers how she neglected him during his toddler years, she was far too depressed that just one look at her son she would spiral into depression as Xavier bears so much resemblance to Lucifer. Her negligence to Xavier caused the boy to hate his looks so much to the point he tried to carve out his face with his weapon, thankfully Azrael was there to stop him and it served as a wake up call to her and realized how her actions affected Xavier so much. It took awhile and lots of therapy for her to finally face her son without having a mental breakdown and she apologized to the boy over and over again for the horrible things she had done and it took some serious therapy for Xavier too to accept his face—though, he hasn't fully accepted it but it isn't as worse as before.

[Y/n] sighs softly, shaking away the depressing memories. She's healing now and finally getting better, she doesn't need to look back at the negative memories. She smiled at Xavier, a look of adoration in her eyes, proud of her son for all the things he did for her. Her pride and joy.

Placing her hands on her lap, she gave him a small nod, “Just continue doing your duties, I'll take care of the rest, hmm?” she suggested with a smile and Xavier nodded, “Alright, I'll leave you to deal with it mother.” he says and [y/n] hummed in agreement.

[Y/n] took out her phone, typing something. Her fingers danced across the screen as she pressed the letters.

You: @everyone, when will you guys be available for a meeting? Seen by Michael, Azrael, Gabriel, Uriel

Michael: I won't be available for a couple days, I am unsure about the others. Why? Did something happen? Seen by [Y/n], Azrael, Gabriel, Camuel

Azrael: Did someone mess up? lmao Seen by Michael, [Y/n], Gabriel, Camuel, Uriel, Jophiel

Camuel: It's rare for you to actually summon us for once @Y/n Seen by Michael, Azrael, Gabriel, Camuel, Jophiel, [Y/n]

You: I am requesting for a meeting as a certain Seraphim left in charge is currently playing God. Seen by Michael, Gabriel, Camuel, Uriel, Jophiel, Azrael

Gabriel: What the fuck? Seen by Michael, [Y/n], Camuel, Uriel, Jophiel, Azrael

Azrael: Hey, watch your fucking language ಠ⁠_⁠ಠ Seen by Michael, Gabriel, [Y/n], Camuel, Uriel, Jophiel

Uriel: Well... That is certainly news.. Seen by Michael, Gabriel, Camuel, [Y/n], Jophiel, Azrael

Jophiel: Indeed. Seen by Michael, Gabriel, Camuel, [Y/n], Uriel, Azrael

Michael: We'll have a meeting in a week, all of us are far too busy at the moment. Thank you for telling us, [n/n]. Seen by Gabriel, [Y/n], Uriel, Camuel, Jophiel, Azrael

Michael: Is the schedule fine with you guys? @everyone Seen by Gabriel, [Y/n], Uriel, Camuel, Jophiel, Azrael

Jophiel: The schedule is fine, I guess I'll meet you guys soon. Seen by Michael, Gabriel, [Y/n], Uriel, Camuel, Azrael and everyone heart reacted to his message

[Y/n] turns off her phone and slips it back to her pocket, Xavier looks at her with a raised eyebrow, “So...?”

[Y/n] chuckles a bit, “I already told them and we'll have a meeting in a week or so. We'll handle it, don't worry.” she says, sipping her tea. “I am sure Michael will do something about it.”

“That meeting certainly didn't go well for me.” [y/n] muttered in annoyance as she left the office of the Seven. They just finished holding the meeting and Michael thought it was a good idea to make her take care of it, Azrael offered to help her but he has his own plate of responsibilities to finish, he is the angel of death after all. “Why did I have to lose the rock-paper-scissors?!” she whined to herself, pouting slightly.

She looked down upon her hands to see it shaking and pale, she's scared of going down there, she's afraid of what'll happen to her if she ever sees Lucifer again.

Contrary to popular beliefs, [y/n] doesn't consider Lucifer her ex-husband, no divorce ever happened and even after all the pain she went through, she remained loyal and always acted upon her vows to him even if he wasn't here in heaven with her.

Her eyes landed on the gold metal band around her ring finger, the very ring that Lucifer slipped into her hand when they got married. She didn't have the power or the courage to remove it.

She won't remove it unless Lucifer actually tells her to, unless Lucifer says it to her face that he no longer loves her or needs her.

She'll let him go willingly once he tells her all those things. But for now, she'll hold on. No matter how bruised and wounded her hands are, she'll hold on. She hopes that they will be a complete family one day, heck, even Charlotte can join. She'll treat the girl like her own daughter. She just wants her family complete, is that too much to ask for?

She dreams to give her son the father he deserves, Xavier didn't say it but as his mother she can tell how envious the boy is when he looks at other families. The longing look in his eyes, he's jealous that Charlie had the father—the very same father that left him for another family.

Her steps faltered as she finally arrived at her own office, opening the door and quickly got inside and locking it. Her back pressed against the door, her body getting heavier as she slid down to the floor.

Looking up at the ceiling, the ceiling of her office, the chandelier with apple and duck crystals hanging from it—she commissioned it in memory of Lucifer.

“Some people long for a life that is simple and planned”

She softly sang, standing up from the floor, her eyes softening as she gazed outside the window of her office.

“Tied with a ribbon

Some people won't sail the sea 'cause they're safer on land

To follow what's written”

She sang softly, her feet gracefully bringing her across the room, reaching to her desk. Her hand opened the cabinet of her desk, grabbing a small black box. Opening it to see a gold necklace with a pink crystal heart pendant. Sighing before closing the box once more and returning it back to the drawer.

“But I'd follow you to the great unknown

Off to a world we call our own”

She says softly, her eyes downcast as her voice became significantly lower. [Y/n] remembers Lucifer giving her the necklace for their first anniversary.

“Hand in my hand

And we promised to never let go”

A tear streamed down her cheek, remembering the promises they've made for each other. The room was tinted pink from the rays of the setting sun, shadows casting into her dull office.

“We're walking a tightrope

High in the sky

We can see the whole world down below”

The memories of them flying together in the skies, laughing and joking with each other.

“We're walking a tightrope

Never sure, never know how far we could fall”

Lucifer catching her when her wings gave out.

“But it's all an adventure

That comes with a breathtaking view

Walking a tightrope

With you, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh

With you”

Despite fearing for her life, she trusted him to catch her always when she falls.

[Y/n] sighs softly, her steps light as a feather, graceful as she dances as if Lucifer is there with her. Slow dancing in her office like he's with her.

“Mountains and valleys, and all that will come in between

Desert and ocean”

They promised to never let go of each other regardless of what comes in-between them.

“You pulled me in and together we're lost in a dream

Always in motion”

She listened to all of his hopes and dreams of the future, future of the world and his future with her.

“So I risk it all just to be with you

And I risk it all for this life we choose”

She knew what she was getting into when she dated him, he was the most beautiful angel of all of creation. Many wanted him but she trusted him to only want her.

“Hand in my hand

And you promised to never let go

We're walking a tightrope

High in the sky

We can see the whole world down below”

With a flex of her wrists, golden dusts of her power came of her hands, forming a faux Lucifer. She still remembers what he looked like. The Lucifer made of golden dust smiled at her, holding her body close as they waltzed across the room.

“We're walking a tightrope

Never sure, will you catch me if I should fall?”

[Y/n] was crying softly, Lucifer wipes away her tears with his thumb, leaving specks of golden dust in her cheeks. Lucifer twirls her and dips her, effortlessly catching her. He pulls her up to allow her to stand.

With a sad smile, [y/n] waves her hand and the Lucifer made of golden dust gently disappears like a dust in the wind. [Y/n] extending her hand, as if to stop the love of her life from disappearing once more. Even if it was just something she conjured up with her powers.

“Well, it's all an adventure

That comes with a breathtaking view

Walking a tightrope

With you, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh

Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh

With you

With you, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh

With you, ooh, ooh, ooh

With you.”

[Y/n] grabbed her handkerchief from her pocket, dabbing the fabric onto her eyes. No matter how much she tries to dry her eyes, tears never seem to stop falling.

“After all these years, I am still a mess without you.” she whispers, eyes gazing outside the window of her office, the sunlight shining down on her like the universe is listening to her anguish. She grips the fabric of her dress, on where her heart is beating and aching.

“What happened to death do us apart? Why did you leave me Lucifer? WAS I NOT ENOUGH?!” She asked, screaming in anguish and as always, no answer to her questions.

“I need you, Lucifer... I still do...” she whispers, defeated as she dragged her emotionally heavy body to her office chair, slumping down with a loud and choked out sob.

With shaky breaths and trembling hands. She calms herself down, calming herself down. She still has work to do.

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important-question-anon · 3 months

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hyperspecific poll time

#anon-sense #anon writes

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veinsfullofstars · 1 month

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“Quit laughin’, ya bastard, I’m dyin’ over here! Get me some starsdamn milk, for cryin’ out loud!”

(ID: Kirby series fanart comic of Dark Meta Knight and Daroach, in which lunch is interrupted by a disagreement on spicy food and some improper use of the Sharing mechanic. Transcript below the cut. END ID.)

Based on a personal headcanon that DMK enjoys spicy food and Daroach vehemently does not.

UPDATE: I foRGOT HIS EYE SCAR?? HeLLO??? (fixed it now but starsdamn it this is why I shouldn't post stuff the second I finish heck dang it all veins get some sleep would you)

Started 04/06/24, finished 04/09/24.

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Transcript:

Panel 1

*DMK and DR sitting side-by-side enjoying some lunch together - a sandwich for the thief, a plate of spicy curry for the knight. DMK (his mask pushed up to the side of his head, bits of curry stuck to his face) idly eats his meal with a fork as DR picks up and scrutinizes a small bottle of hot sauce the knight had set aside, a brow raised in disappointment.*

DR: “Ultra spicy,” huh? Blech. How can you stand this stuff, Dark? Like, can you even taste anythin’ anymore? (Besides pain?)

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DMK: Aw, c’mon, it’s not that bad. Here, want a bite~?

*setting his fork upright in the curry, DMK pushes his plate aside and turns towards DR with the most mischievous expression, reaching up to grab the collar of his cape. DR turns his head sharply, dropping the bottle and the sandwich, as the knight starts tugging him towards him.*

DR: What’re you-? Hey! No! No! Don’t you friggin’ dare, Dark, I swear to Nova-

Panel 3

*DMK stands up and yanks DR down towards his face, a hand clasped on the back of the thief’s head to hold him there. DR flinches (VFX: two large exclamation points), knocked off his feet and holding his paws out in surprise. A wisp of steam rises from between them, curling into a little pink heart at the top. Text reading “*Face-to-Face SFX*” hovers behind DMK.*

Panel 4

*DR jerks away from DMK, red-faced and doubled over in pain, his eyes squeezed shut and his tongue hanging out with a fresh red burn on the end, steam emitting from his face in puffs. He frantically fans at his mouth with one paw while shoving DMK away with the other.*

DR: (breaking the dialogue bubble in places) AAGH!! Ow! Star-burnin’ son-of-the-void what is wrong with you piece a’- aaaughh dammit stars dammit ow ow ow ow!!

*DMK cackles, leaning away with one arm held up against the rat’s pushing paw, one eye shut and mouth stretched open in a wide smile, a single incisor prominent within and a touch of blush at the corner. Text reading “HA HA HA HA HA HA HA” hovers behind him surrounded by laugh lines.*

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dev1lm4n · 1 year

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winter coat

read pt. 2 offering here!

pairing: jackson-era!joel miller x f!reader

summary: in which you gave a blowjob to trade for a winter coat back in the dark days, little do you know, that same guy is now your neighbor.

warnings: explicit (18+), details of blowjob, prostitution, unspecified age gap.

word count: 1.3k

notes: this is my first time writing a proper fic so im so sorry if i fucked things up ^^

The last time you saw that man was from a rather precarious point of view. A sight in which only a selected few could indulge in, perhaps several of his actual lovers from the old world and a line of nameless whores from the new world. You in particular fall in the nameless whores category, which sounds faintly depressing if you were to go into detail, but it's not the worst thing per say. You'd say that it's a fair trade for a winter coat.

An incredibly warm winter coat that's fucking lined with actual padding and not the shitty fraying kind either. To add on to that, it comes in a pretty periwinkle shade. Frigid temperatures, brisk winds, and snow wouldn't be as agonizing with the new addition. It's not a terrible view either, especially if you were to focus more on the little things happening all around you in contrast to the elephant in the room.

Your blown out pupils somehow managed to make out the figure that's standing in front of you, hazily focusing on one thing before searching for another to be interested in. First point of interest being the beads of sweat that's dribbling down his jugular vein, following each and every curves of his clavicle until it dipped all the way down his sun-kissed skin and onto the thick of his flannel. He's always wearing flannels. You're not sure if that's some sort of fashion choice he made or if it's just a consequence to the fucked up new world order.

Either way, your interest made it's way upwards towards the scruff patch right around his jaw. Right underneath the thin line of grimace he wore. How he bit his curved lip, sandwiching it between his canines before letting out what seems to be a deep groan. Was it of blissful pleasure or of annoyance that you weren't enveloping his cock further than he desired? You couldn't decide just yet when your glossy eyes flickered towards his eyes.

His gaze was penetrating the air all around you, if that was even possible to begin with. It's dull and tired as if he hadn't slept for days on end. Crow's feets provided what you felt was a sweet decoration on each corners of his half-lidded eyes. He's furrowing, the small wrinkles between his eyebrows and the broader ones on his forehead scrunched up just the right amount. You'd chalk up that he's a lot older than you. Probably has seen how jolly life was like before humanity went under. You were having the time of your life scrutinizing his every delectable features when you could feel yourself being pushed even further against the thick of his cock.

Enough that your nose is grazing right where his shaft ends. Enough to have you breathless and moaning against his warm tip. He's getting rougher and way more sloppy you think. The sloshing noises grew lewd and deafening. A drop of pre-cum trickled down the ends of your gaping lips, smeared onto the polyester of your lengthy shirt. Arousal steamed your vision and clouded your hearing. He was heavy against the base of your tongue, but you're not in any position to complain. Not when you're willingly kneeling for him, letting him fuck your throat with wild abandon, just for you to trade with a nice pair of winter coat.

That man is now standing in front of you once again and you're about to loose it. This time, he's only showing glimpses of his ruggedness from behind a comically large front door. His glare traveled with unnerving thoroughness. Up and down, left to right, as if deciding whether or not you're a threat to the integrity of his house. Everything in your pretty little mind is telling you to bolt out of his front doorstep. Erase the trail that you've left in the chilly white snow. Trade back the flours, eggs, and chocolate you picked up on the market. Forget you've ever thought of showing some odd version of hospitality by baking soft cookies for the new neighbors. But you stood there, frozen.

A puff of air escaped your lips as you opened it ever so slightly to come up with an excuse, to churn up every last bit of your courage to greet him. To greet Joel Miller who you used to whore yourself up to earn a few more ration cards, a few more jackets and socks, or maybe some moonshine to drown your pathetic life with.

He took a step forward, out of the shadow and into an array of orange emitted from the afternoon sun. You thought that perhaps he's decided that you're either pretty enough to entertain or dumb enough not to be a hassle. You couldn't be certain, but he sure has the same ol' grimace accentuating the bows of his lips. God. He even still had those pretty curly locks that came hand in hand with his eyes, even when it's greying on multiple ends. You could even swear that he still had on the same flannel that he used when you blow him for a winter coat. He's still.. handsome no matter how many years passed by. Your homemade cookies shook in its basket as you staggered backwards, maintaining a healthy distance that your pounding heart could tolerate.

Maybe if you rationalize this, things will start being okay. Maybe this situation isn't as bad as you think it is. Maybe.. maybe he forgot who you were. He's dealt with whores of your kind every day of the week, right? You're almost one hundred percent sure that you're not the first and definitely not the last gal to use their bodies as a currency in this fucked up apocalyptic world. So, logically speaking, he shouldn't have remembered any of their faces. He shouldn't have remembered your face.

Unfortunately for you, Joel Miller doesn't work by the logics and he's here calling you out by your real name. It rolled off his tongue like thick honey. Smoothly, but with just enough caution. He used the version that you've only told a handful of people, even when you're in the safe embrace of Jackson. The version that you don't remember telling him, but apparently you did in the midst of doing unspeakable things with him. You were aghasted. Realization hit you like a truck, but what absolutely demolished your sanity was the fact that he remembered even after all these years. He remembered the name of the whore he's fucked.

"Hi," you squeaked out. "Hello," he parroted out an equally dry greeting, almost as if he's mocking how much tension grew between the two. You swallowed the liquid bile that's piling up in your trachea, only then are you able to bring your hand forward to offer a stupid basket of cookies. Stupid because you've done little to none research on who your new neighbors was and thought that chocolate chip cookies were a good gift to a smuggler. Joel Miller was all things at once, but never a cookie guy. "I see you're still wearin' that coat." Joel reached over for the basket you've presented, craddling the stiff handle with his large calloused fingers. You knew exactly what he's talking about.

You're still wearing that damned periwinkle winter coat you traded for. The same one you've sucked his cock for like years ago. You turned pink at the thought, embarassed and mortified. It's not like you didn't get a chance to earn new winter equipments here in Jackson. It's just that nothing ever came close to how soft the padding on this damned coat is. "Yeah." You nodded. "Still warm." That's all you had to offer to him, before you trudged back hastily into your doorstep. Clumsily shutting the door close, while he continued to watch from a distance.

Curious.

#joel miller x reader #joel miller x you #joel miller fic #joel miller smut #joel miller tlou #joel miller #tlou #the last of us #the last of us imagine #the last of us fic

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behindthesoul · 6 months

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I’m Sorry

Masterlist

Summary - random moments where the characters say they’re sorry

Characters - Johnny Cage, General Shao, Kung Lao

Warnings - not proofread, injuries (Shao), food mentions (Kung Lao), not my highest quality work

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Johnny Cage

You huffed as you heard your phone buzz for the third time in a minute. There’s no use in looking at the screen, it’s obvious what the message is and who it’s from. Johnny had royally pissed you off earlier in the day; all you wanted was a little space.

Your phone buzzes twice more and it annoyed you to no end. You grabbed your phone with the intention of silencing it, but you couldn’t help but read the most recent notifications.

> Babe im sorry

> Open the door please

As if on cue, you hear a few sharp knocks on the door. It catches you off guard. Part of you wants to ignore him, but you’d feel bad if you left him out there all night. Sighing, you stand up and walk to the front door.

You open it to see your boyfriend holding a comically large teddy bear with the words I LOVE YOU BEARY MUCH stitched into its chest. The bear’s large head almost blocks Johnny from your view and you try not to laugh at the sight.

He holds the bear out to you, a weight falling off his shoulders once he sees you grab it. Johnny looks at you relived, his face is slightly more worried than usual.

“I fucked up, and I’m sorry,” he states. He’s ready to say more, but you stop him.

“I know.”

General Shao

You wince as you try to stand; the ache in your ribs restricting movement. A crowd of soldiers surround you and ask if you are alright. Obviously not, you say to yourself, idiots.

Suddenly you hear loud footsteps coming in your direction. The soldiers turn their attention from you to the sound. Another attempt to stand is in vain, making you groan. The crowd makes way for your husband as he stares down at you. His face twists into a scowl and his eyes snap to the soldiers surrounding you.

“Which one of you fools did this? I will feed your rotting corpse to the worms!”

You wave your hand as to shoo away the negative thoughts in his mind. “No matter - just help me,” you choke out. Shao rushes over to take you in his arms, giving one last threatening glance to his soldiers before taking you to the infirmary.

The General prefers to take care of your wounds, and you prefer to take care of his. It’s not uncommon for him to sit in the infirmary for hours and not letting anyone touch him because no one tends to his wounds like you do. He sits you on a table and assesses your injury. Shao grumbles as his fingers dance across the purple and green splotches on your skin.

“It seems to be nothing more than an ugly bruise,” he states. “Still, I will have the head of the unruly man who thought it wise to lay a finger on you.”

“It was my mistake for not blocking the attack, Shao.”

“It was theirs for touching the General’s spouse.” His voice is firm and it signals he wants the conversation to end. Shao will never say the words, but you can tell his string of curses and threats directly translate to I’m sorry, I should’ve been there. He stands, battle axe in hand. “I will handle this. You stay and rest.”

And with that, he’s out the door.

Kung Lao

The rush of being one of Liu Kang’s champions was exhilarating, though the reality of the situation set in quickly. You spent hours training before spending hours more sitting through the monk’s lessons about the difference realms. At the end of the day you dragged your sore body to bed. You rarely spent time with your boyfriend.

Which is why you were so happy to finally to have a break. Kung Lao had asked you to eat lunch with him, and you quickly accepted. You spot him sitting under a tree and you make your way over to him. He gives you a small kiss when you sit down.

You zone out for a few moments before you hear Kung Lao eat, reminding you why you’re here. You grab a sandwich and start eating.

Normally, you and Lao fill the air with laughter. Today is different, the two of you are comfortable with sitting in silence. You missed this; the first bit of normality you’ve both had in weeks.

You eat slower than usual, too occupied in the random thoughts floating around in your mind. Kung Lao notices this and decides to take advantage. He grabs your sandwich and eats the last of it in one bite. You look at him, stunned.

“Why did you do that?!” You laugh. “It’s obvious I was still eating!”

Kung Lao shrugs, his lips curling into a smirk. “Sorry, you should’ve ate faster.”

You playfully hit his shoulder and he laughs before feigning pain. “You owe me another sandwich, y’know.”

“Great, I’ll eat that one too.”

#mortal kombat fanfiction #mortal kombat x reader #mortal kombat fanfic #kung lao x reader #johnny cage x reader #shao kahn x reader #general shao x reader

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martyrbat · 2 years

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autistic! bruce wayne & grilled cheese

(ID below cut)

[ID: a series of photos from the same comic (Batman: Overdrive). It highlights a recurring theme of Bruce Wayne being offered a grilled cheese by Alfred Pennyworth.

Photo One: Bruce as a child being carried out of a dark room by Alfred. Bruce is reaching towards his parent's caskets and has his head on Alfred's shoulder. Alfred is carrying him out of the dark and into a large doorway that radiates pink light. Alfred gently suggests, "Perhaps... perhaps you'd like a grilled cheese sandwich?"

Photo Two: Alfred talking to fifteen year old Bruce. Bruce has his head hung down slightly as he looks at his father's old, destroyed car. Alfred offers, "Perhaps a grilled cheese then?" Bruce responds, "No time. Work to do."

Photo Three: Bruce as a teenager snatching a grilled cheese sandwich off the platter that Alfred is holding.

Photo Four: Alfred in teenage Bruce's bedroom, carrying a plate that has a grilled cheese on it. He says, "Thought you could use a grilled cheese sandwich," which makes Bruce excitedly stand up from his messy desk. END ID]

#its his safe food :)#bruce wayne #autistic bruce wayne #alfred pennyworth #posts from the crypt #crypt's panels

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forthelostones · 6 months

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𝚙𝚝.𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚎𝚎; 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚎𝚢𝚎𝚜 𝚘𝚗𝚕𝚢 ─── ⋆

⟡⋆˙୨ᥫ᭡. 𝚗𝚞𝚛𝚜𝚎 𝚊𝚞 - 𝚌𝚘𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚐𝚎!𝚊𝚋𝚋𝚢 𝚡 𝚏𝚎𝚖!𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛 ᥫ᭡.୧⋆˙⟡

synopsis: abby was a woman whose presence was becoming deeply irresistible to you. in your final year of nursing school, you toil with the idea of pursuing her — ruin what you have or enjoy what’s in front of you?

warnings. 18+ (mdni); sub!abby (eventually), mini slowburn, suggestive language, jealousy, nora & mel & ellie ft, smoking/drinking, mentions of parental death, nickname: dummy, and modern au - pre-established relation.

an: hi everyone, waaaa thanks for all the follows! i appreciate you all sooo soo much. this is something i just thought of idk, maybe a series who knows! its officially on ao3. i also know nothing about nursing!! so sorry nursing friends lol.

(no y/n)

wc: 3.2k

part two.

“I undressed you, put you in bed, made sure you were taken care of.”

She rubbed the back of her neck and cut her eyes away, suddenly feeling shy. “Right, uh, thanks. You’re a good friend to me, you know that?”

“I know.” You gloat, feeling the sting from the word friend.

Abby suggested that you two pick up breakfast and walk off your hang-over. The campus was bustling with students going to the library and finishing assignments before the weekend ended. You and Abby didn’t bother changing into anything special, but you did decide to throw on sweatpants and slippers. It was a silent walk to the cafe, where you knew you were going to see either no one or everyone.

Naturally, Abby opened the door for you to reveal a long line of other hung-over students wanting sustenance. Two heads before you in line was Ellie, scrolling aimlessly on her phone, attire similar to yours. Her hair revealed itself to be more auburn and it twinkled fiery in the sunlight. As she walked up to the counter, it appeared that she knew who was serving her, so she talked with them. Abby didn’t like how inconsiderate she was being, holding up the line and laughing.

“Really?” She said, louder than you expected, which made Ellie glance over her shoulder.

“Yea really,” she replied. “Oh, hey.”

She cooly waved to you and her roughness dissipated, ignoring Abby entirely. She flagged you over and you left Abby to hold your spot. Ellie gave you a classic, we almost fucked, side hug, and offered to pay for whatever you wanted.

“Ellie it’s fine, I’ll just get back in line.”

For some reason, she made you so nervous with that coy smile. Her tiger eyes never left yours making you occasionally look away, breaking the palatable tension between you both.

“No come on, it’s the least I can do. I lost you last night.” She forces a comical frown.

Her hand comes gently on your waist, just like yesterday, but coasting closer to your ass, fingers tapping incessantly. You weren’t going to tell her it was intentional that you parted ways because of Abby. Just enjoy the free meal, you thought. You also ordered for Abby since Ellie insisted.

“Text me some time and we can finish what we started, if you want.” You smiled.

You offered her your phone and she complied. Before she walked away, she planted a soft kiss on your cheek and gave your ass a soft tap, sending a shot through you.

Abby followed behind you lamely, her face was placid, and her arms crossed over her chest.

“Ellie bought us breakfast. Isn’t that sweet?”

“It was, it was very nice of her.” She replied flatly.

She walked past you and found a table in the corner, instantly searching through her phone, something she never did. Anytime you were in her presence she gave you her undivided attention. You carried over your food and just slumped into the chair, hiding the grin Ellie left on your face.

“So, who was that exactly?” She finally asked.

“I met her last night, you don’t remember?”

“No.”

She refused to look at you, which made you believe she remembered perfectly.

“So, you and Mel gonna talk…”

She opened her breakfast sandwich and took a large bite, stuffing her face to avoid speaking. Her gaze traveled behind you and not at you, it made you incredibly cross.

“Don’t know.”

—

Ellie has been texting you non-stop in class. Your notifications vibrated within a millisecond of each other and you couldn’t contain your smile in your 8 am lecture. The entire weekend was spent with you texting Ellie, and her name popping up every minute on your screen. Last night you fell asleep getting to know each other on the phone, and all she could talk about was wanting to see you today. Abby noticed how chipper you were meeting her in the corridor this morning. At breakfast on Saturday she remembered Ellie perfectly when you asked about her. When you two entered the cafe her eyes were scanning every element of Ellie, picking apart any flaws she could find — comparing herself. It sent her over the edge to just see her again.

Now you were clicking away on your computer missing the lecture notes. It was distracting Abby to hear your giggles at something she said. Her notes were becoming incoherent, they were missing details, with misspellings because of you. “Hey, you alright?”

She knew you were perfectly fine, but she wanted the attention back on her. But was only met with an answer without lifting away from your screen.

“You’re missing all the notes Dummy and I’m not going to send them later so.” Abby taunted.

You stop typing and look over to her, eyebrows furrowed, shoulders tense, and face crimson.

“I know you will Abby.” You whisper.

She scuffed in disbelief at your audacity, although playful, she took your reply as a challenge. She liked how seductive your face turned, eyes drooping low, leaning in to purr into her ear.

“How can you be so sure?” Abby’s words stroke your neck, making your thighs kiss under the desk. She lingers there, breath caressing and warming your sensitive skin. You sit back and just look at her, plastered with a look that says, try it and find out.

At the end of class, Abby left, miles ahead of you, not waiting, to which you had to skip out of the room to catch up with her. Her feet led her closer to the exit, stomping without reason. You latch your finger on the loop at the top of her backpack, stopping her.

“Abby.”

“Oh, hey.”

She stops and looks at you like you are pestering her.

“Hey.” You mock.

“You were texting so much, I’m surprised you even saw I left.”

She was pouting so hard that the wrinkles around her mouth pinched her jaw. Her sarcasm was passive, to say the least, but her jealousy stunk.

“Abby, come on.”

“It’s our last year, you can pretend to care a little.” She scolded.

“I care — I care as much as you do Abby. What am I in trouble now for—”

“No one even said you were in trouble.” She uttered, tucking her thumbs in her backpack straps.

“You’re making it seem like it and I don’t like that, at all.”

You were centimeters away from each other, going toe-to-toe like opponents in the ring. Abby looked down on you slightly, wide shoulders casting a shadow on your body, standing her ground with an unwavering stare.

“Abby,” Mel said, standing timidly a few paces back. “Can we talk?”

She scuffed as she walked away without any resolution and although you got the last word, you felt like you needed to comfort her. Even if you did nothing wrong.

Abby was flung into another conflict, making her brain ring numb. She wasn’t sure what happened between you and her, but as Mel was speaking she couldn’t help herself watch you walk away, head snapped back onto your phone.

“— I’m sorry.” Mel finished her spiel that Abby couldn’t care less about.

“Sorry?” Abby offers.

“I hope we can agree that stuff happens spontaneously. We were drunk and just havin' fun .”

Mel gave Abby a pity tap on the arm before leaving her alone with her thoughts. Abby just accepted her apology and it left her thinking about you. It seemed like all her experiences with women ended poorly and she felt that even more in this moment. Abby spent the greater part of her adult life focused on her aspirations and not much else. In turn, this made her an easy target a lot of times for women to use and discard her. She didn't have any feelings for Mel but it felt nice to be wanted, even if it was under the influence. Relationships weren’t a mystery to her but she never made the moves, the suitor would, it was easier for her, to take a passive approach to companionship. It made the process simple, allowing her to focus on other areas of her life. If Mel hadn’t touched her the way she did on Friday, she would've stood by your side the whole night and kept you away from Ellie. But since she was taking the initiative, she accepted the advances.

Walking back to the apartment she worked up a text to you:

Hey I wasn't myself earlier…

Dinner?

I need you.

Let’s study tonight?

Read at 6:33 pm.

Read with no reply sent Abby spiraling. She knew the assignments that needed to be reviewed and was determined to use them as a distraction. She fanned out all the necessary textbooks, with her pens and highlighters, but she kept re-reading the same page over and over. The same sentence jumbled in her mind becoming incoherent, and there was no part of her brain that could unscramble her confusion. She slammed the books closed and put on a workout fit and running shoes, to go to the gym, the only constant in her life.

She started her warm-up on the treadmill and hit three miles easily in record time. The sweat muddy on her skin, blistered against her overheating body, motivating her to not stop until she forgot all about you. Her weight rhythmically striking the machine echoed in the empty gym, making a clattering noise at each footfall. After the final mile, she took a moment to stretch and tapped the screen of her phone — no reply. She jogged to the bar and started pressing her usual rep, a light warm-up before she pushed herself over the edge and added more weight. When she did, each pump was like a stab into Ellie’s side, motivating Abby, causing her face to redden and her muscles to convulse. Her thighs were tight in her white spandex shorts, drenched everywhere, but one spot, in particular, twitched from the memories of you with Ellie.

Abby did a final stretch before hitting the showers. She released her hair and began to saturate it in shampoo, massaging her scalp by letting her fingertips scratch away the grime. Shampoo cascaded down her toned back, water beads living on her nose and cheeks, as the hot water relaxed her muscles. Abby ran her hands over her breast with the bar of soap and the tick of the suds on her nipples heightened her sensitivity. She plucked them, index and thumb inciting a delicious pain, which made her clit thrum. Abby slivered her hand up to her throat to restrict her airflow, intensifying her arousal. The steam from the shower became thicker and Abby fought for air while reaching between her thighs. Her panting echoed operatically through the hallway.

Her clit revealed itself from under its hood, swollen and pounding. Abby always had a specific way of jerking her bud since it was so prominent. She used her thumb and middle to curl around it, pinching ever so slightly. She held the tile for stability as she applied pressure. Her eyelids flashed images of your glossy lips, cheeks concaving, face deep in her pussy, covered with cum. Abby began to hump her hand, grunting loudly, imagining fucking your face. Your name left her lips in a hungry whimper as stars clouded her vision while coming over the edge, muscles cramping and knees bowing.

Ellie picked you up and took you back to her place before going to grab food. She gave you a grand tour, the house was small, but cozy, Ellie explained she had been living here for the last two years. The light blue, cottage-style house was decorated with porch plants upon entering. Ellie unlocked the door to reveal the living room that was decorated with whimsy. She had two other roommates who shared the space as well and it was apparent that they were fans of many things.

You pick up a Pikachu plushie on the dark brown couch and wave it at Ellie.

“Ah, Dina likes those things.” She said, slightly embarrassed.

You smile as she guides you to the dining room crammed with an oak round table and vintage light fixture. Her housemates were working on assignments, pressing numbers into calculators, and penciling answers on worksheets. “This is Dina and Jesse.”

Dina waved to you solemnly with a pettish grin. Jesse, her boyfriend, was erasing franticly but managed to stop for a moment to give you his attention.

“Well hello,” he jests. “I guess this is the smart girl Ellie told us about.”

Ellie grabs the edge of your fingertips, eager to have you alone.

“Maybe she’ll rub off on her. Good meeting you.” Dina said.

“Okay, okay, goodbye.” Ellie smirked, clasping your hand and pulling you away.

You went past the kitchen to a set of steps leading to a basement. Ellie had Christmas lights on the ceiling, creating a ring of fire around the perimeter of the room. In the far corner was her bed, over an Asha rug, her sheets messy and various blankets intertwined. Just in front of you was a small L-shaped couch in pristine condition, light walnut, and littered with a pile of clothes needing folding. She hurriedly tossed them onto the floor and looked back at you nervously.

“So you just have a natural affinity to basements?” You ask.

She flops onto the couch and offers a seat to you. “I guess you can say that,” She laughs, biting her lip, and watching you cross your legs. You were too far apart for her liking, which made her lean in closer. She set her hands on your knees and drummed softly. You weren’t typically the type to become squeamish around women, but Ellie brought that out in you. Her evergreen eyes were mesmerizing and her touch was chronic to you.

“Remember at the party you told me if I ever got injured, you’d help me?”

“I do.”

“Well, I’ve been learning a new song on the guitar and I just, my hands ache.”

You reach out to her right hand and examine her fingers, they were fine, with no blisters, and very little callusing. You pressed the pad of your thumb into the center of her palm making her groan in relief.

“Working too hard?” You ask.

“Something like that. So, how long I have to live Doc.”

You snort at her obtuse humor. “Not a doctor, not even a nurse yet.”

Your phone vibrates in your pocket, pulling you away from the world you two were building — It was Abby.

Let’s study tonight?

Ellie groans, holding her hand, wincing as if she were performing.

“Sorry, 's my friend.” You lock your phone and reach out to her.

“Was that the bodyguard you had with you when I saw you?”

“Classmate and neighbor Ellie, she’s my friend too.” You correct her.

“Are we friends?” She mumbles, tucking her hand under your chin, and swiping her thumb over your puffy lips.

You lean into her touch as she caresses your thigh. Ellie carefully pushed you down onto the couch, laying her hand under your neck, then quickly put her knee in between your legs. She admired your body while brushing her palms gently against your clothes, occasionally exposing your skin, making you frigid. She picks you apart and puts you together with her affirmations. She cups your cheek and kisses your forehead, nose, and then your lips. Pressing against them slowly, without haste, coloring your mouth with her tongue. It was long and desperate, slivering and tussling for dominion. Ellie’s thigh pressed firmly against your sex, which made you groan in her mouth. She left you breathless.

Ellie ran her hands through her hair, releasing you from under her control, and allowing you to fix yourself. The cool woman rests back on the opposite end of the sofa, recuperating. She watched you adjust your disheveled clothing, almost leering at you. “Let me take you to dinner.”

“The least you can do after eating my face off.”

part two. -ˋˏજ⁀➴

hey, are you home? im sorry we couldn’t study.

It’s fine, I didn’t get much done.

we have that quiz on tuesday, i really forgot.

Yes, we do. We can just cram tomorrow.

The exam was on Health and Illness Concepts, something that you understood very well. You and Abby were at your dining room table, coffee at a half, flashing note cards watching her become frustrated at her lack of comprehension.

“I don't know.” She said.

She slipped her hands into the pocket of her baggy, black sweats. Her underwear made a slight appearance as she stretched from exhaustion. “Abby you know this, try.”

“I’m serious, ’m blanking. I think more coffee—“

“No sit down, I’ll help you.”

She had a look of skepticism as she sat back down in your dining chair. You pick up her hand without warning, feeling how jittery she’d become, she jumps at your touch but then settles. You trace the veins on her arm, light sage and coursing with angst. Abby’s eyes follow your fingers glide across the inner part of her wrist and she almost winces at how greedy she is for you.

“When I say Neuropathic pain, what does that refer to?”

She looks up to you, searching for the answer in your eyes, but as you climb closer to her inner elbow she flubs.

“I-I, I don't know. Tell me.” She glances at your lips.

“Well, it refers to nerve damage pain, remember?”

Abby nods silently.

“And if I said Nociceptive pain,” You whisper, hand tenderly gripping her biceps. “That means?”

“Pain that is caused by damage to the body tissue.” She replied, mouth open, observing your fingernails drag on her aching skin.

“Good job. What is part of the lower airway?”

Both your hands come to rest on her stomach, and you note the pertness of her abs. Your palms move to her staggered breathing, growing and shrinking, as she inhales and exhales. You’re leaning inwards, balancing on her rib cage, allowing the expansion to fill your hands. A teeming pause built between you both. Abby’s hands came up to your wrists as she sat in disbelief that you two were just separated by fabric.

“Diaphragm.” She uttered.

You raise your palms up slowly, her thick, freckled hands following fluidly, dancing with your movements. Her thumbs were gently brushing lines, buzzing from your touch and her eyelashes felt like branches instead of feathers — heavy.

“Terminal… Bronchi.”

Higher.

“Mainstream. A—and secondary.” Her breath separated her phrasing, trying to steady her heart.

“Now again, on me.” Her cheeks blistered at your demand.

“Nociceptive,” She brings her fingertips to your forearm. “Neuropathic.” She draws up your arm.

“Perfect.” You say, hiding the tremble in your voice.

“Lower airway?”

“Diaphragm.” Her hands wrapped around your ribs, fitting perfectly around your back so that her thumbs were pressing into your belly.

“Terminal. Mainstream. Secondary.” Her thumbs now resting under the curve of your breasts.

She didn’t move but just stayed with you like this, feeling your lungs fill and empty.

“See, you got it.” You smiled.

She pulls away, tucking hair behind her ear nervously, then rubbing her palms together. “‘m gonna go to the bathroom.” She said.

Abby wet her face in the sink and observed her reflection in the mirror. What were you doing, she thought. Her skin was still tingling, and so was her cunt. She was supposed to be mad at you but all she could think of was slipping hands into her pants, again. She saw how you quivered or was it in her mind? Was she making up this tension between you two?

She sat on the toilet and saw the damage in her underwear. I could just leave, go lay in my bed, and forget about this - all of this, she thought. Upon opening the door she saw you paging through your notes like everything was normal. Which was all the confirmation she needed to know it was her own wishful thinking.

"So, you think you're gonna do okay on that section?" You ask, concealing your hot face.

"Uh yeah, thanks for that. Why have you never tutored me before?"

"Maybe because you never needed my help."

"I think I should be a little more clueless more often then."

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