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moonstruckme · 3 months

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Omg omg omg I love you writing so so so much!

I was wondering if you could do poly!marauders (or can be just Sirius x reader) where Sirius goes to a tattoo shop and gets a new tattoo and the reader just gets a piercing.

Just rlly cute fluff with Siri holding her hand and babying her for the rest of the day, even tho his procedure (that’s a scary word) is more painful than hers

Thank you love

XoXo

Thank you sweetheart!!

cw: mention of needle

Sirius Black x fem!reader ♡ 607 words

Sirius’ fingers are curled around the inside of your thigh while he drives with the other hand. He hasn’t let go of you for probably a couple of hours now, since you’d first gone into the tattoo shop. At first he’d let you pretend it was for him, holding your hand while the artist inked up the side of his ribs, but it became clear pretty soon after that his touch was your security blanket. You haven’t relinquished it since.

“Feeling good, sunshine?” he asks, pulling up in front of your place.

He’s being a little extra gentle with you, which doesn’t seem strictly fair. He’d sat through his whole session with little coddling, didn’t even complain about your bruising hold on his hand when it was your turn. Your eyes had watered something fierce as the needle went through your septum, and Sirius’ eyebrows had pulled together distressfully. He’d brought your hand to his lips, murmuring a You got it onto your knuckles. Meanwhile, his side had to be throbbing the entire time.

“Mhm,” you reply, brightly as you can.

“Yeah?” He turns toward you, smiling prettily. “You look good. It suits you, gorgeous.”

He reaches for your face, and you flinch instinctively away, backing yourself up against the passenger door. Sirius’ eyebrows rise.

“Sorry,” you laugh at yourself. “Sorry, I just got scared you were gonna touch it.”

He cocks his head to the side, giving you a deadpan look. “I wasn’t,” he says. “Fuck, babe, give me a little credit. I’ve had piercings before. I just want a kiss.”

He leans forward again, and again, you dodge.

“Actually,” you squeak, “I’d feel a lot better if nothing got near my nose. For like, the next several days.”

He blinks. “You serious?”

“No, that’s you,” you remind him.

“Funny.” He narrows his eyes at you. “You’re really not going to let me kiss you for the next several days?”

You shrink a bit under his gaze, the unflinching intensity of it overwhelming. He’s doing it on purpose, you know. But you won’t fold. You know how to get him back.

You let the pressure that’s stayed stuck in the back of your throat grow, your eyes watering. “I don’t want it to hurt worse,” you say pitifully.

Predictably, Sirius melts like ice cream on a summer day. “Aw, it still hurts, baby?” He reaches for your face, then, checking himself, detours to your shoulder. His thumb rubs at your clavicle. “Maybe we need to do a saline wash already, it could take out some of the sting.”

You worry at your lip. You can see Sirius itching to pull it from between your teeth, but he restrains himself, settling for giving you a stern look until you stop.

“I don’t know if I’m ready for that,” you admit.

“I can do it for you,” he offers easily. “Oi, don’t look at me like that. I’m not a fucking newbie. I know what I’m doing.”

“After,” you say tentatively, “can we put on a movie and lay for a while?”

He grins, slipping his fingers from between your thighs to take your hand in his. He smooches your palm. “I’ve got nothing else going on today, sunshine. And I got us that ice cream for a reason.”

You perk up, joy sparking to life in your chest. “We have ice cream?”

“Oh, so that can come close to your face but I can’t?”

“I’ll be very careful with my spoon,” you tell him gravely.

“Whatever.” He rolls his eyes, pulling your arm closer to smudge a kiss onto the inside of your wrist. “I can improvise.”

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tiredfox64 · 19 days

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First time?

Prior notes: I was bored and I wanted to make something nice. It’s funny tho that I pick this version of his since it’s supposed to be 77 DEGREES FOR ME! Anyways I love this old man.

Pairing: Kuai Liang (MK11) x Afab Reader

Warnings ‼️: You no like babies, you no read. But we stay safe for now.

Kuai Liang was a cold and stern man. A grandmaster to the Lin Kuei. So don’t be all that surprised that he doesn’t know how to handle babies.

Your child was planned, kind of. Kuai Liang did need an heir he just didn’t know when it would happen. Well, it happened. It’s your fault for getting frisky in the middle of the night.

But now you two have a baby! Congratulations! Now…does he know what he’s doing? Uhm, no.

There was no one to teach him how to be a father. But he couldn’t leave you to raise the baby without any help. He’s a better man than that. He does his best to take care of both you and the baby by making time.

It’s not easy right now since the baby is teething. Not only is it hell to breastfeed him which resulted in you pumping instead but he can get so fussy. You tried everything. You almost took the advice of a family member about rubbing whiskey on the gums. Luckily, Kuai Liang is here to help in any way he can.

“Here, give him to me.” He held out his arms.

You gave him a questioning look before speaking, “Are you sure? He’s really fussy today because of the teething.”

“My dearest, I have fought Netherrealm demons. Our son will not scare me away.” Kuai Liang took the baby from your arms and held him.

You couldn’t deny that the sight of Kuai Liang holding your son was adorable. Especially since your baby is in the grabbing stage of his life where everything needs to be examined and even put into his mouth. His tiny hands reached up to Kuai Liang’s face and ran over his facial hair. You almost wanted to make another baby with him so you could always have moments like this. Relax, get through the first one.

“I’ll warm up a bottle for him.” You said before walking away.

The moment you walk out of the room the baby starts acting up. His head kept going back a lot. Kuai Liang tried to push it back so his son could rest his head on his chest. Nope, your son kept craning his head back. It looked like Kuai Liang was holding a broken doll. Why does he keep doing that?!

Kuai Liang was at a loss. He didn’t understand that the baby was still getting used to having the strength to move his head. So what did he do? He puts your son on the floor, right on his back. Alright…

You came walking back in the room, realizing you left the milk in another room. But then you see your son on the ground with Kuai Liang kneeling and looking down.

“Wh-what happened?” You asked with concern.

“His head was going back too much. I was unsure on what to do.” He replied bluntly.

“Yeah, well, they do that. He’s trying to figure out how to hold his head up for long. Turn your son on his stomach.”

Kuai Liang did, in the stupidest way you could have imagined. He placed his hand on the baby’s back and flipped him like a burger. You’ve seen more care when flipping a tortilla on a stove. At least he did it gently.

You stared at him wide eyed with your hand over your forehead. This can’t be real.

Kuai Liang did notice that the baby was staring to bite their fist. Another way to relieve their teething pain. See that Kuai Liang understood. And he had a solution.

He formed an ice ball in his hand that solidified quickly. There was still water vapor coming off the ice ball as Kuai Liang tried to pass it to the baby.

“Kuai, no!” You yelled which made both Kuai Liang and the baby flinch.

“It will help soothe his gums.”

“Yes, but it’s too cold and it will melt in his mouth. He’s not allowed to have water yet and I’m not gonna risk anything,” You calmly explained before passing him a towel, “Here, just lightly freeze this. I still need to get him a bottle.”

Kuai Liang listened as you walked away again. That was a much better solution. Your son was being soothed by the cold towel on his gums. Kuai Liang watched with such love in his eyes, but with the same cold face he gives to everyone. The only people who could see him this way is his son and his wife.

After a while you came back into the room with a bottle in your hand. You smiled at the sight in front of you. Your husband and your son. Then the unexpected happened. Before any of you could say a word your son started to crawl! It was still pretty early for him to crawl and you saw his efforts before. But he was actually crawling! Towards Kuai Liang!

It was slow but your baby was putting in the work. This was a rare moment as Kuai Liang was shocked and even smiled. He held his hands out as his son came crawling into his arms.

“My dearest, did you see th-“ Kuai Liang cut himself off when he saw your face.

You’re happy to learn that your son is a quick learner. But after carrying him for nine months and pushing his out for god knows how many hours he decides to crawl to his dad. He’s not even the one holding the bottle! Your eye twitched just thinking about the whole thing. You see Kuai Liang hold out his hand.

“I’ll feed him if you want…” He said with unsureness.

He better pray to the elder gods that his son doesn’t call him dada before calling you mama or else he will be a dead man.

After notes: If you think this isn’t realistic unfortunately it is. I’ve seen it and heard it. It be my own damn family. I am trying to pop out some nicer fanfics before hitting some NSFW again. Trying to make the guilt go away.

#mortal kombat #mortal kombat 11 #mk11 #mortal kombat x you #mortal kombat x reader #mk x you #mk x reader #mk fanfic #kuai liang x you #kuai liang x reader #kuai liang #sub zero #sub zero x reader #sub zero x you #fluff #mk11 kuai liang

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save-the-villainous-cat · 8 months

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Cat, my ask is inspired by 'care- @yourheartonfire' I really hope you like it!

Please write a married!! villain who religiously indulges in their skin care, and a hero who really can't care less what they put on their skin. One night after them spending 2 rounds in horny jail, they're both up at 4am and after cleaning themselves, hero observes the villain indulging in their skin care routines, and upon spotting their lovely spouse the hero, they find their new target to perform skin care at.

Just when they remove hero's bath gown to apply body lotion (after much convincing ofc) they notice the array of hickies covering their entire body after 2 religious rounds of them in horny jail. Villain now needs to resist the hero, and take care of the hickeys and their hero's poor skin, but notising the way hero melts when they get their face massaged, and the little shivers passing thru them even after being for hours in hot shower, villain cant help but go for round 3 in horny jail!! and tho hero makes them promise no more hickies, they happily let themselves get carried away with their villain.

Well I hope ur comfortable writing this, absolutely no pressure :D I read @yourheartonfire 's care so many times its actually one of my fav!! But I would love to see a bit of your touch to it, really hope you don't mind and write a snippet like this one (with all your own touches obv)

Original :)

“I’ll be sore in the morning.”

“That’s the goal.” The villain’s smirk was undoubtedly of vicious nature. They could be quite sweet with all their big date plans and expensive vacations but the hero knew them by heart, knew their darkest sides and usually, the hero was the one in charge.

However, today, the villain seemed to be yearning for more than usual. Which wasn’t a bad thing, obviously.

But it made the hero wonder.

“Is this some new scheme of yours?” the hero asked as they got pushed back into the sheets. The villain found their neck and tried gentle nibs which, despite the carefulness, made the hero squeak in pain. The villain drew back and tried another spot, choosing kisses over teeth.

“Love, believe me. I would find kinder methods to stop you from working. I know you love this job,” they mumbled. “I can’t take that away from you, I’ve learnt that a long time ago.”

For a moment, they just stared at the hero and the hero really, really felt lucky to have married someone so diligent. The villain was always eager to do more than was expected of them. Their goals were beyond reachable which was exactly why it could be quite frustrating to face them in battle.

The villain’s fingers ghosted over the hero’s collarbone and then, very sweetly, they kissed the hero. It reminded them of their first kiss. Very innocent. And it intensified the feelings they’d had for this entire evening — not only lust but also gripping love.

“You tell me when it’s too much, alright?” the villain whispered. The hero recognised guilt in the question and it squeezed their heart a little too hard.

“Of course,” they answered. They let their thumb brush over the villain’s bottom lip and then added this just to tease them. “I’m not someone who comes home injured and bleeding all over my spouse during sex.”

“Oh, come on. That was one time,” the villain said and let their hand slide down to their thigh.

“It wasn’t fun.”

“I know, I apologised.” The villain had already reached their destination with their hand and the hero was truly astonished that their spouse was doing so much today. It felt like heaven, sure, but the hero couldn’t help but ask themselves if everything was alright.

Growing up in a…troubling household had left them anxious of every micro change in their spouse’s mood which, no matter how hard both of them tried, wouldn’t go away.

“I’m just worried about you,” the hero said. “I’m really worried sometimes.”

They went through the villain’s hair several times, letting their fingers comb through it carefully as the villain’s kisses travelled lower and lower.

“It’s okay, I can take care of myself, love.”

“Yeah, but that’s the thing. You don’t…” They wanted to say more but the villain had found a sensitive spot. They breathed in, breathed out and tried to concentrate. “…you don’t have to.”

The villain started to use their tongue and the hero’s mind couldn’t comprehend their surroundings anymore. But they wanted to make a point, they remembered. They pulled the villain’s face up and guided them back to their mouth.

“Sometimes…I just wish you could talk more with me. We’re a team. Maybe not at work but…at least at home.” What a cruel sentence to say but the villain seemed to understand. “You don’t have to carry around everything.”

“Yes, you’re totally right. I’m sorry, I just don’t want to be a burden,” the villain said. They tried to get back down but the hero’s grip on their jaw held them in place.

“You’re not a burden,” they clarified. “You never have been, okay?”

“Okay,” the villain whispered and for the first time today, their shoulders seemed to relax. “Okay.”

They kissed the hero yet again very softly but the hero knew this wasn’t it.

“They’re sending me on a mission next week,” the villain said softly. “Some say it’ll be suicide.”

#jeez what kind of writer do you think I am 🙄🙄🙄#my touch is PAIN #writing snippet #heroxvillain prompt #heroxvillain snippet #heroes and villains #hero #villain #hero x villain #heroxvillain #an answer for an ask #request #suggestive #kinda?#angst #kinda??#idk

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lussiane333 · 1 year

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Slashers or their S/O with a cavity or a toothache. Like how would they help/deal with it? (I’m getting my wisdom teeth out later this week and I’m hoping for some comfort/fluff from the slashers)

I hope everything will go well for you 🖤

Slashers and toothache.

RZ! Michael Myers

I mean let's be real. Considering he ate a dog and from a trash, we know his teeth cannot be perfectly healthy.

But! After you took him under your wing his hygiene has upgraded! (thank god)

Michael has a big (if not otherworldly) pain tolerance

However...

Toothache is just damn annoying and the pain goes straight into his head

He hates it..

He would brush it aggressively thinking it's going to help

If it did, perfect.

Now if it didn't...

You wouldn't know about it at first

If he's that comfortable around you to not wear a mask you're going to see him frowning, moving his tongue a lot

When you ask him what's wrong he's just going to ignore you, don't even try

You noticed your bathroom cabinet with pills a little.. messy.. like a lot, nothing is in it's place

Now you know that something is bothering him and decide to take care of it yourself. He's going to be such a bitch about it, what are you thinking touching his face like that? He doesn't need your help, it's going to go away on it's own!

But Michael wants your care, just don't be so obvious about it.. He wants it especially when falling asleep, he won't sleep without your touch and warmness

You made him soft food, fruit and vegetable smoothies for the rest of the week, along with some pills and.. tada! It really did go away on it's own somehow

He's thankful, Michael didn't even think about the possibilities if it didn't go away, maybe like getting used to it..

Art the Clown

Insists on ripping it out for you.

Why not?! It's going to be free and he's gonna have so much fun!

He just kinda looks at you when you're cursing in pain

He doesn't remember hurting it that much, come on you must be overreacting..

He wonders what would hurt you more, this toothache or stabbing you right into the guts

When you cuddle him he will rock you in his arms and place his warm palm on your cheek

Art will try to make you laugh in everyway, he knows he can't tickle you now, that would make it worse (He really really wants to tickle you..)

So, Art is going to dance, make funny faces or just grin at you just to make you feel better

He will make you herbal tea with some painkilling drops

Please just don't cry anymore, he feels like he's unable to help

He suggest you taking that removed tooth back with you so he can make a necklace or a lucky charm for himself!

Art will welcome you with a warm soup when you come back home

If you bring him the tooth, his crazy little heart is beating with happiness, and his eyes have that significant sparkle in them

Carefully kisses your cheeks and caresses them

If you want to sleep for the rest of the day, that's fine, he will try to make you stay at home with him for the rest of the week, what if it's going to hurt again??

He enjoys this time with you when you're extra sensitive about something, it makes him feel somehow more important

Jason Voorhees

He just wants to hold you, would that make you feel better?

Jason is going to do anything he can just to ease your pain, at least a little

He doesn't really know how tho, he has no pills you could take

Later on, you decided to visit a dentist and get your tooth removed

Poor you.. What have they done to you..

Jason doesn't leave the cabin, even if you insist it's fine, no it isn't, he's staying with you

He knows and sees that you're better after few days, he's so glad

He kinda wonders how it felt when they removed your tooth, I mean he has never done that.. Did it hurt a lot? You're brave for that..

If it's nice and warm outside, he would like to take you out for a walk around the lake if you'd like

He would collect some flowers for you, and give you a masked kiss on your cheek

Lots.of.kisses.

Please tell him how they removed your tooth, what and how they did it, he wants to know

Jason hopes that no one will try to ruin your day together, he can go to kill mode within a second, but he even thought about letting them get away if they appeared all of sudden

He would, for you, he doesn't want to leave your side

When it got a little darker you were already walking back, Jason held you closely next to him

Fortunately, no one tresspassed and you had a great day, it really felt good to go out like this

#slashers #slasher headcanons #slasher x reader #slasher fanfiction #slasher imagines #slashers x reader #slasher x you #rz michael myers #rz michael myers x reader #halloween #art the clown #terrifier art the clown #art the clown x reader #terrifier #jason voorhees #jason voorhees x reader #friday the 13th #slasher fandom #slasher community

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spiteful-crow · 6 months

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Okay, I finished Sherlock Holmes: The Awakened yesterday and I have so many (unstructured) thoughts and feelings, and I just want to get them out of my system.

It all happens at once for me because I also finished Chapter One a few days ago, and it already affected me a lot, so I didn’t even have the time to digest CO before jumping into TA and now I have to somehow digest BOTH games at once. So this post is about both games, basically me venting and getting it all out.

!!! SPOILERS AHEAD !!!

First and foremost, I just want to say, Jon! Oh, Jon! I was kinda sceptical at the beginning of Chapter One, I hadn’t read spoilers and didn’t know Jon was supposed to be imaginary, and having someone this close to Sherlock really surprised me, because the Holmes I knew was basically a machine. Sure, he cared about Watson, but weakness? I don’t know her. Also, I was absolutely certain Jon and Sherlock had more than just friendship going, cuz sharing a room? 👀

It took me some time to warm up to Jon, but once I did there was no going back. And I can’t believe we had to say goodbye to this sweetheart 😭 all these scenes of Sherry breaking down, Jon being scared as Sherry regained more and more memories, Jon telling Sherry he loves him. The main story was painful. I can’t describe it any other way. And yes, Jon wasn’t real, but that made it hurt even more. Because Jon was still the person Sherry desperately needed in his life, but this person simply did not exist. How lonely must have Sherlock been to create a whole, fleshed out imaginary person to love him and be there for him? How neglected must he have been? I absolutely do not blame Violet, the poor woman suffered so much, but it’s still a fact that after his father’s death, Sherlock became a neglected child. This Sherlock isn’t the Sherlock I know from the ACD canon, he isn’t the Sherlock from the older games. But he is a Sherlock I grew to love so much, with all his issues and his pride and his struggles. He is so flawed and human, and he is hurting so much. Oh, I was so unwell after Chapter One, and tbh I still haven’t decided which ending to accept as my personal true ending, because 3 out of 4 are absolutely devastating in their own way.

And then there was Watson. The single silent tear of Sherry when he heard Watson‘s voice for the first time - no words.

Again, after saying goodbye to Jon, I was yet again having a hard time warming up to a new (old) character. And yet again, I grew to looooove him!

Just how amazing is this John? And yes, I enjoy the original John Watson a lot, but I gotta say I like this one even more. He isn’t dumbed down to make Holmes seem like the only smart person in the room. This John and this Sherry are equal! And man, John has teeth! He can bite! He is so fierce yet so kind, I love him!

The Awakened left me speechless after finishing it. The second half of the game was intense and very emotional. There was no chill second, and again, as the plot progressed, Sherry broke down more and more, and I’m not gonna lie, that’s what I was there for. He may have died a few times on my watch, not on purpose of course, but I realised enjoy this fragile Holmes a lot more than I imagined I would. His struggles make you care for him on a personal level, not in the way you care for the ACD!Holmes.

The ending… again, all the love goes to John Watson! I think we can all conclude he is exactly the person Sherry needs in his life.

Also a side note: Mycroft honey, I know what went down with your whole family wasn’t easy on you either. And while your communication skills suck, I know that you care for your baby brother a lot ❤️ just take a step back maybe, because you aren’t showing your love in a positive way! I appreciate you tho!

#sherlock holmes chapter one #sherlock holmes the awakened #i think i need to check out some fics because i don’t know what to do with myself rn

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didisteponurmoment · 1 year

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I just got Covid even tho I never leave my house (lame) sooo for a request maybe wandanat / taking care of each other when sick or injured?

Always by your side

Summary ➞ Wanda and Natasha take care of each other after an accident and grow closer while dreaming of their future together.

Pairings ➞ Wandanat

Word count ➞ 1573

Warnings➞ none, some angst??

A/N ➞ Plz interact with this so I don’t feel like I’m writing to myself, also feel free to send in a request! I didn’t double-check this and English is not my first language so lmk if there some awful mistake. Thank you for your request!

Wanda and Natasha had been together for a few months now, but they had kept their relationship a secret from the rest of the Avengers. They didn't want to jeopardize their positions in the team, and they also enjoyed the privacy of their relationship.

One day, the Avengers were called on a mission to stop a group of terrorists who had taken over a high-security facility. The mission was dangerous, but the team was confident in their abilities. As they were making their way through the facility, they suddenly found themselves surrounded by the enemy. The fight was intense, and everyone was focused on taking down the terrorists.

In the midst of the chaos, Wanda and Natasha found themselves fighting side by side. They moved in perfect harmony, each one anticipating the other's moves. They were so in sync that it almost felt like they were one person. The fight was going well, and the team was making progress. But then, one of the terrorists threw a grenade at them. Wanda and Natasha were caught in the blast, and they were thrown several feet away. When they regained consciousness, they found themselves lying on the ground, covered in debris. Wanda tried to move, but she realized that she had injured her leg in the explosion. She looked around and saw Natasha lying next to her, unconscious.

"Wake up, Nat!" Wanda shouted, shaking her girlfriend. "Come on, wake up!"

Natasha stirred, groaning in pain. She opened her eyes and looked up at Wanda. "What happened?" she asked, her voice weak.

"We were hit by a grenade," Wanda replied, her voice trembling. "You're hurt, and I think I've injured my leg."

Natasha tried to sit up, but she winced in pain. "I can't move my arm," she said, tears streaming down her face. "It's broken."

Wanda looked at her with concern. "We need to get out of here," she said. "Can you walk?"

Natasha shook her head. "I don't think so," she said. "You're going to have to carry me."

Wanda nodded, gritting her teeth against the pain in her leg. She lifted Natasha in her arms, holding her tightly, and started to move towards the exit. The other Avengers had managed to subdue the terrorists, and they were making their way towards Wanda and Natasha. When they saw them, they rushed over to help.

"Are you two okay?" Steve asked, his voice filled with concern.

Wanda shook her head. "We need medical attention," she said. "Nat's arm is broken, and I've hurt my leg."

"Let's get them out of here," Tony said, as he motioned to the others. "We'll take care of them."

Wanda and Natasha were rushed to the medical bay, where they were treated for their injuries. The rest of the team waited anxiously outside, hoping for good news.When the doctor finally came out, she had a smile on her face. "They're going to be okay," she said. "It'll take some time for them to recover, but they're going to be fine."The team let out a collective sigh of relief, and Wanda and Natasha were taken to their room to rest. They were battered and bruised, but they were grateful to be alive. And they were grateful to have each other.

As Wanda lay in bed, she turned to Natasha and said, "I'm glad you're okay. I don't know what I would do without you."

Natasha smiled weakly. "I'm not going anywhere," she answered.

After the accident, Wanda and Natasha spent several days recovering in their room. The team visited them often, bringing them food and checking on their progress. As they started to feel better, Wanda and Natasha became more affectionate with each other. They held hands and cuddled, grateful for each other's presence.

One day, Steve came to check on them. "Hey, how are you two doing?" he asked, smiling at them.

"We're doing okay," Wanda replied, smiling back. "Thanks for checking on us."

Steve nodded. "I just wanted to make sure you're both okay," he said. "I also wanted to talk to you about something."

Wanda and Natasha looked at each other, wondering what Steve wanted to talk about. "What is it?" Natasha asked.

"I think it's time you two told the team about your relationship," Steve said, his voice serious.

Wanda and Natasha looked at each other, surprised by Steve's suggestion. "What? Why?" Wanda asked, feeling a little panicked.

Steve sighed. "Look, I know you two want to keep things private, but I think it's time to come clean," he said. "The team cares about you, and they deserve to know the truth."

Wanda and Natasha looked at each other again, feeling unsure about Steve's suggestion. They had been so careful to keep their relationship a secret, and they weren't sure how the team would react.

"Think about it, okay?" Steve said, as he got up to leave. "I'll give you some time to talk it over."

Wanda and Natasha were left alone, feeling uneasy about Steve's suggestion. They knew he meant well, but they weren't sure if they were ready to tell the team.

"I don't know if I can do this," Wanda said, looking at Natasha with tears in her eyes. "I'm scared of what they'll think."

Natasha took Wanda's hand, rubbing her thumb over the back of it. "I know, baby," she said, her voice soft. "But we can do this. We have each other, and that's all that matters." Wanda nodded, feeling comforted by Natasha's words. She leaned in and kissed her, feeling grateful for her girlfriend's support.

The next day, the team came to check on them again. This time, they brought food and games, hoping to lift their spirits. As they sat around the room, playing board games and eating pizza, Wanda and Natasha looked at each other. They knew they had to tell the team, but they weren't sure how to do it.

Finally, Wanda cleared her throat, feeling nervous. "Guys, we need to talk to you about something," she said, her voice shaking a little.

The team looked at her, sensing her nervousness. "What is it?" Bruce asked, his voice gentle.

Wanda took a deep breath. "Natasha and I are together," she said, looking at Natasha for support.

The team was silent for a moment, processing the news. But then, Tony broke the silence with a smile. "Well, it's about time," he said, laughing. "We've been waiting for you two to figure it out."

The rest of the team nodded, smiling at Wanda and Natasha. They were relieved that the news wasn't met with anger or disappointment.

From that day on, Wanda and Natasha were more open about their relationship. They held hands in public and kissed each other on the cheek, feeling free to be themselves. And as they continued to recover from their injuries, Wanda and Natasha also took care of each other, grateful for the love and support they had.

One night, as they lay in bed together, Wanda felt a sharp pain in her side. She winced, feeling worried. "Natasha, something's wrong," she said, her voice trembling.

Natasha sat up, concern etched on her face. "What is it? Are you okay?" she asked, her voice urgent.

Wanda shook her head, tears welling up in her eyes. "I don't know, it hurts so much," she said, clutching her side.

Natasha quickly got out of bed, grabbing her phone. "I'm calling Bruce, he'll know what to do," she said, dialing his number.

Within minutes, Bruce arrived, his medical bag in tow. He examined Wanda, checking her vitals and asking her questions. "It looks like you have a ruptured appendix, Wanda. We need to get you to surgery right away," he said, his voice urgent. Wanda felt a sense of panic wash over her. She had never had surgery before, and the thought of it scared her. "Natasha, I don't know if I can do this," she said, tears streaming down her face.

Natasha took Wanda's hand, squeezing it tightly. "You can do this, baby, I'm right here with you," she said, her voice firm. Wanda nodded, feeling comforted by Natasha's words. They held hands as Wanda was wheeled into surgery, feeling scared but also grateful for each other's love.

After the surgery, Wanda was groggy and disoriented. But as she opened her eyes, she saw Natasha sitting by her bedside, a smile on her face. "Hey there, sleepyhead," Natasha said, brushing Wanda's hair out of her face. Wanda smiled weakly, feeling grateful to be alive. "Thanks for being here with me," she said, her voice hoarse.

Natasha leaned in, kissing Wanda's forehead. "Of course, I'll always be here for you," she said, her voice soft.

As Wanda continued to recover, she and Natasha grew even closer. They talked about their future together, dreaming of a life filled with love and adventure. And as they looked back on their journey, they knew that they had each other to thank for everything. Their love had helped them through the toughest of times, and they knew that it would continue to sustain them for years to come

#wandanat #natasha romanoff fanfic #natasha romanoff smut #natasha romanoff #wanda maximoff #elizabeth olsen x reader #natasha romanoff imagine #black widow x reader #black widow imagine #wandanat fluff #wandanat fanfiction #wandanat fic

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hypertonicplague · 1 year

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Obey me hcs 4 me, myself, I

Things 4 my head n also cuz im still rlly into obey me but it’s all in my noodle lol

PROBABLY GRAMMAR N SPELLING MISTAKES IDC IM EEPY 🫶

So in order from Oldest 2 youngest

Lucifer

- actually drank sm bitter coffee that it messed up his stomach completely (hell coffee, magic can’t heal everything) he has to take medicine for the pain lol

- still doesn’t care n will drink coffee n eat spicy things (45 minutes later he’s in his room either on the floor r in his bed clutching his stomach sobbing)

- hidden mole on his scalp in the bck of his head, nothing extraordinary but he’s kinda embarrassed abt it n if u touch it he’ll flinch n scowl

- bad habit of slipping forms when he sleeps (the beginning of the night starts out normal but when u wake up there’s gonna be feathers in ya mouth n a 9ft inky demon snoring cuddled completely under u)

- once he catches a chill it’s rlly hard for him to warm up, he hates the cold

Mammon

- vapes 🗿 though he used to smoke cigarettes, once MC arrives he stops (Devildom cigarettes r basically fiber glass for humans 😭 he’s quitting for u MC 🫶)

- another one w a bad habit of form slipping but it’s not just sleeping. U have him a lil kiss? Wings n horns. He can’t get the math right in his head? Wings and horns. He rlly rlly rlly likes the food he’s eating atm? Wings n Horns. Doesn’t care will slip wherever

- weird but he enjoys fishing, despite him having adhd n the tizzums it’s the one thing he can sit down n enjoy (he started fishing cuz of Barb btw)

- blends vegetables into Levi’s “gamer” fuel

Levi

- again abt the forms n slipping but if I’m being completely honest levi rarely used his human form. Even when u first came to the Devildom he stayed formed out so u wouldn’t talk to him lol

- has a secret motorcycle he’s working on n putting together (it’s sea theme n he’s die if anyone found out abt it. Though cuz he loves u 🫶 u can see it)

- doesn’t know how to ride 🗿 he’s too embarrassed to ask lmaaaoo he just likes fixing it up

- forces mammon to make his “gamer fuel” smoothies to shave off some of his debt (its just berries, a ton of sugar, veggies he doesn’t know abt, n energy drinks) don’t drink it

- when u piss him off he’ll slap his tail on U n mark u up w a stinky slime. It’s like his defense?? Rlly slimy n stupid stinky

Satan

- also has an airpod (or devildom version of air pods??) in his ear at ALL times. He will attack u if u try to take them out no matter how close y’all r, r how much he loves u. Respect his boundaries MC 😦

- doesn’t like form slipping infront of u n if he does that’s it. He’s done. He’s getting even more pissed n punching whatever’s near n going to his room to trash everything. Won’t let u go around him n will tell u to leave him alone (don’t matter how close ya are, man’s is extremely emotional) but dw it’s just for a day r two!! After that he’s touch starved n his head hurts from crying. Just pamper him

- that’s another thing, he LOVES being pampered. To the point you’d swear to god himself he was a blonde Asmo. Pet him, bathe him, feed him, give him all ur love (behind closed doors tho) love up on him

Asmo

I don’t have a lot for Asmo, he’s my fav!! But I’m drawing blanks rn 😰

- another form slipper lol but he takes it a step further n will slip to form 3 outta 5 (human, demonic, demon, 1st true form, complete true form) kinda scary when he’s like that but he’s a lil cuddle bug

- will force u to brush his form 3 wings (they look leathery but they got a ton of lil thick hairs lol, clean the dust out MC!!)

- also once y’all become closer he starts a bad habit of kicking u r chewing on ur fingers/shoulder/whatever doesn’t look awkward at the time n he can put his teeth in (also this is in a non seggual way, it’s more of a stimmy way!! He’s stimmin on ya MC 🫶)

- also don’t call him out on it, he knows, he understands it’s a lil weird, say anything abt it n he’ll stop immediately n never do it again (positive or not just don’t talk abt it 💀)

Beel

- real quick beel isn’t good at expressing emotions so he uses!! His fashion!! He has a lot of lil charms, rings, plushies, ect around him 24/7. In game Beel doesn’t exist here >:^( it helps him

- plz don’t push his boundaries, even as a joke if u try he’s gonna stop both trusting and liking u 🫶 even if y’all inlove. Tizzy beel 💪🏼 (lol throwing myself into characters loooolll)

- wuvs u mc wuvs u sm he’d give u a hairpin 🫶 (that’s a lot to him, only his family n luke have a hairpin from him)

- also does drag (this one was influenced by Melpho)

Belphie

- another form 3 slipper, n another that’ll make u comb his tail AND clip his horns lol

- does pottery, mostly to make Beel new hairpins but also sometimes to make horrible cups n guilt Lucifer to use em (Lucifer adores his ugly coffee cups 🫶)

- cuz he sleeps all day n is awake at night he loooovveeesss pranking u while u sleep. Will crawl into ur bed n hold u n change his voice to sound like Mammons, Levi’s, whoever n trick u into saying silly things. Also loves pretending to hunt ur room, knocking stuff over while ur trying to sleep, grabbing ur toes, even making death noises, man is a menace 🗿

- he wuvs u sm give him a lil kiss

#obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me!#obey me asmodeus #obey me mammon #obey me leviathan #obey me lucifer #obey me belphegor #asmodeus obey me #obey me beelzebub #obey me swd #obey me hcs #obey me headcanons #txt #txt post #mmm I’m in a silly mood #also u can ask me questions abt these if u wanna teehee 🫶

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finniestoncrane · 1 year

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Finnie I really hope you aren't overwhelmed because I know how many asks you get

I will show my support by throwing a req into the ring tho UvU (even if I can't remember the emojis)

Is to alright to have Scarebeast with a male reader huddling for warmth and the "are you awake?" Prompt

I just - I love a good scarebeast UvU I really do

Bless you and take care of yourself !

Held

scarebeast x male!reader/huddling for warmth ok am i about to get real fluffy with scarebeast? i think i am, and i'm at peace minors DNI!! 🔞 500 words, cw: just fluff, teeny tiny little bit of blood/injury requests are closed • kofi link • minors DNI • tag: finnie500

Being enclosed in the large arms of a beast was not how you thought you could find yourself falling asleep. Feeling the soothing rise and fall of the large chest against your back, the way that it’s, Jonathan’s, breath warmed your back. You had fallen asleep completely and quickly, oddly comforted despite the danger that curled around you.

There were nerves, although to be fair, there was always an element of nervousness around Jonathan. It was the nature of him, the field he worked in, his skills and talents. You felt he might have been disappointed if you weren’t a little bit on edge around him, as though that might mean he was failing at the thing he considered himself to be best at. Fear was his first language.

And yet, In the cold of the night, you would often find yourself facing away from him, curling into the shape of his body, vulnerable and yet uncaring, not even a twitch or a shift in comfort as you felt his fingers dig in, claws sharp as they rested on your hip, your chest, your arms.

Truthfully, the sharp against the smooth, the warmth of his touch against the chill of the pain, was something you found irresistibly attractive, though you had never vocalised that fact to him. You knew he was aware of it though, of the soft, breathy hiss you let out when his teeth pressed into your skin, when he ragged nails caught the sensitive skin around your shaft as he gripped your cock, lightly puncturing your hips as he pulled you into him, marking your wrists as he held your hands.

It was vicious, but not violent. He was just incapable of mastering his own, still new, form. And you feared that mentioning it to him might make him feel self-conscious, worried about touching you, worried about the way he was, despite his endeavours to instil fear. You were the last person he would intentionally harm.

And as though it were timed purposefully, he shifted around you, one of his sharp claws gently scratching your skin, a panicked but hushed gasp following as he pressed the soft pad of his finger to the tiny dots of blood that formed. You felt the heartbeat pressed into your back quicken, worry spreading over him at the notion he might have even lightly harmed you.

“Are you awake?”

Jonathan whispered, a low, rumbling growl really, but quietened as best as he could. You stirred lightly, faking of course, pretending to still be asleep. It was easier than trying to convince him it was alright. He was never one for listening to others.

“Ok…I’m sorry.”

He pressed a soft kiss to the back of your head, easing himself carefully around you, closer, warmer.

huddling for warmth

are you awake

#finnie writes #finnie500 #scarebeast #scarecrow #scarecrow x reader #jonathan crane

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toinfinitywinning · 2 months

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Moments and massive revelations —the really special realm of Hell.

Stubbornness. Pain. Lament. Jealousy. No Confidence but w/ a good selfie smile b/c ur Dog can’t take pictures, & no stick b/c u Def picked the wrong one or something. I say similar thoughts a lot…and w/ teardrops on my guitar …so I’m paying close attention. This stuff is dangersome.

Okay. I’ll just make a list.

Growth and learning during:

- humility. throw your Pride out the Door-you will need help.

- regardless of the wrong’s you righted before getting sick. They’re still achievements, but they’re not realized. So then you think was it worth it? Yes, but is it too much to ask to bask in it for just a bit? I mean I am talking multiple, major Life changes. Ha—here’s COVID-19. After that you better be in for the Long-Haul too ‘cuz…

- appreciation for the very minute of things we do in a Day. Getting the mail is difficult for me. Brushing my teeth —out of breath so have to incorporate breaks to breathe Right.

- there are more people Who care about you than you ever knew. It’s not just b/c you’re going through this, people just may be more Vocal. Makes complete sense but took me a bit to get there.

- you will want to throw something, scream into a pillow, drown in self pity —some of which you think you don’t deserve or are allowed. Do it anyway. Safely.

- some days u just gotta laugh. I mean fr b/c u can’t even cry. And things R absurd LOL

- regardless of your spiritual Life or beliefs. You’re gonna be angry at the God or State of mind supposed to save you and take it all away. Then realize that’s not at all the point. We’re not puppets. Think of how dull Life would be w/o the ecstasy from an achievement or how mundane if we didn’t have anything to have Faith in or Hope for or Love or forgive. That’s why we’re not born in Heaven maybe. We have to try first. I don’t want to be a Lazarus. I wanna fight. And we may never know an answer or reason to any of it. That’s gonna take a lifetime to settle b/c there is no rationality to be had.

- I do not mean this to pettifog. You actually do find out Who comes through for you. That old country song line.

- it’s possible to have a Good Day even full of Pain and Discomfort but u kinda have to make yourself and accept its potential consequence for participating.

- the little things aren’t little anymore. You envy people Who can do normal things. Things you used to do without a problem in the world.

- I’ve had to do a lot of fixing in my Life. This may not be perfectly fixed. We don’t have a Choice but to either live with it as a strength and inspiration or stay negative and pouty about what once was. Even tho you have every reason to.

- you will learn so much about yourself. So much. And most things I’ve learned have been new revelations. May have always been there but there to manifest as needed. It’s not all great but I’m not the same person just a few more grayish hairs.

- you will experience numbness. You can sit with it & pull your compression socks down for a bit, b/c this is something no one deserves. You just can’t live there.

- patience. You will never have to try harder. Hyper, hyper sensitivity.

- a journey to healing IF ever realized will be the hardest job you’ve ever had to do. More overtime than you can be paid. And u didn’t even interview. In a material result and no result world it’s disconcerting not to “get anything back”

- you’ll think back about previous hard times. How in that moment life was the worst it could ever be. How much time do u have lol. Next bad thing, ugh so much harder. And while all of this is very true, and all real, i will tell you that to know true strength is to come into any light possible while wielding off not just the physical, but all the emotions of the rainbow and mind. This even is a choice. People complimented you about your strength and are inspired by your determination to think u can. Girl were we wrong...you can make all the “Right” choices and healthy habits and still get punked over and over by Kevin McCalister. When I appreciate people now I try to take their “all” of them. Who are they in that moment. It is a different Life. And anyone else’s journey? Maybe I’ll be lucky enough to witness triumph b/c of how many obstacles went unseen. Yet they made it.

- the only person allowed to say “it could be worse” is you. Period. To be otherwise feels a bit like a competition. We, going through it, already know that. I have the same complaint when it feels like some people or orgs compete for who’s ‘wokest’? B/c if that’s why we’re / I’m doing how disingenuous.

- when words/phrases like holiday or vacation or lets Go out give you more Anxiety and worsen your Physical Health—that’s when you know your Life has done a 180. Especially if those were the times you lived for. This hard Truth and reality is one of the hardest for me. I already had Anxiety about unpacking after vacation before I packed in the first place but whether or not waiting until you really have to Go to the bathroom so u can (while you’re up) also get some water is just something I would have thought before as one of the dumbest things I’d ever heard. And how cruel is that knowing what I know and feel now.

- Life is not a give and take like we want it to be. If that were the Case I’m not positive we’d ever know what healing or getting better really means. Not only that—you may give more than any other, and nothing. You may see the best doctors and access to all the Meds and tests put forward. Nothing. Pretty soon things are hollow and harrowing. Kind of like the celebrities Who swear that money does not make you happy. It’s like a bandaid that doesn’t stay on in the shower, the ones at Doc offices u get after shots. With mickey on them.

- I think joy is like a preventative medicine. When you practice taking it, You save it up and changes you. Like any of my tattoos, there’s gotta be a story there or something meaningful even if your answer starts off, “well spring break senior year we were…’ you get it. Hangover 1-3 movies. HappYness fleets around. More drug like. Addictive really. Impulsive. Every big chain company’s biggest threat if they can get us hooked. You just got swindled. Ha and to Go a bit more political—people know this scheme is pyramid like and use sneaky ways to have Power over you. Goodness I’m not trying to make this sound like a happy cult but there’s just Def a difference.

- you are exhausted mind body and Soul and regardless of consequence you have to choose some times to be present b/c for me I don’t want to Miss out on vacations and holiday’s. But it is an hourly debate. But I can’t just sit there every significant interaction.

- you’re tired. You’ve been strong, resilient, ppl tell you and u appreciate it. But I get tired of having to stay strong. It’s just so overwhelming and for me especially b/c “I can do it alone.” I’ve failed at that a few times.

- you’ll notice things you never have before. Suddenly they mean something like whether u can drive to get Food.

- being a bit redundant but part of stewardship on my End is allowing the help. Someone WANTS to do something for you for THEIR spiritual needs. Not in a vain type of Way. Let them. We’ve all been on the other side.

- you will experience a full range of emotions. Address them separately. Ppl still might look up to you.

- you’ll wanna give up. Don’t. Maybe your continuing going on is the stewardship someone recognizes in themselves. Idk. Pay it forward?

- lastly. YOU don’t KNOW everything. Karma could very well be your best friend, but that line of thinking is non productive and will only take u so far before you’re complaining re something else. B/c regardless of what I’ve done, —and given its timing you learn a karma hostage relationship is something easier holding on to than facing it. Just deflect.

That’s okay. When ready move on to the New Testament. I’m not fully there. But, I have to think the puppet analogy doesn’t apply here too. Shit happens. Ask that dude running with Forrest with a tshirt company dream that died and some dog shizz. Just control what you can. Easier said than done. Thats why when we do overcome—it means more. It’s engrained. Forever inevitable if you can continue to separate the wheat from the chaff. Card Game of Bullshit.

- ppl at some point think you’re being dramatic and begging for attention as if any more attention is what would heal us

- comments like you look Good or sound fine fall deaf. Well So do ppl Right before they kill themselves. Anymore how u look doesn’t have Shit of a correlation

- you’ll get on ppl’s nerves

- you’ll be resented and questioned how sick u really are. Trust me faking —that’s the last Fucking thing on our minds.

- I don’t need to explain anything

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venxvending · 1 year

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Just a Villain - Dazai x Reader

Just a snippet from the current fanfic I’m writing. Idk if I should put it on Ao3 or not I’m test running it on Wattpad tho 😭 tho I finna drop some finger licking good smut on Ao3 soon. Anyways first post on here let’s get into it. Notes: gender neutral reader, slow burn, idk what cw/tw to put just it is more mature work. words: 1079

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You heard foot steps race down the hall, you panicked and pretended to play dead. From what you can make out, four people surrounded your clinic bed.

***

Dazai glanced to his side and shot Akiko a look. Looking back towards you, Dazai noticed Kunikida shoot across his peripheral vision. Making his way over to your bed, the blond picked up your wrist, he then dropped it. You forced your hand to be limp and loose, it fell back at your side. Kunikida glanced over his shoulder.

" It seems they're still out cold. " Folding his hands behind his back, the detective stepped back from the bed. Akiko taking his place.

She glanced over at Dazai for confirmation before sliding a scalpel from her coat. Gliding the blade across your cheek. The cool metal felt sharp against your skin, and no matter how hard you tried, you fell back to your natural fight or flight instincts. You flinched.

Once your facade fell, your hand instantly shot up and grabbed the doctor's wrist. Your grip so tight, it threatened to snap the bone. Your eyes shot wide as you sprung up into a sitting position. Hands immediately reaching out to the loose thread on the top comforter sheet of the bed.

***

You really did color him impressed. Dazai knew you were daring, but this? Your valor was more than he could ever anticipate. His eyes followed the thread as it danced up your palm, a soft white glow came from the cream silk. The glow a very angelic contrast to your usual deep crimson yarn he has seen you sporting on your person. Although, he did enjoy the sight of your elegant gift, the detective didn't let the moment last long.

***

The simple touch of fingers that pressed against your forearm made the thread in your grasp go slack. The silk returning to its natural fabric state. Oh how your eyes burned with frustration, 'what the hell-!' your mind screamed. Head turning just as quickly as your lost your first line of defense. The feeling of a bandaged hand clamping down on your forearm was what your mind focused on first. The searing brown eyes of the man who landed you here were a close second.

" You-... YOU-! You bastard-! " Emotion overflowed you. You felt panicked, heart rate immediately increasing, the familiar sensation of adrenaline pumping through your veins. Your eyes narrowed.

"Careful. You have a concussion." His voice really icked the deepest sense of pride inside of you. Of course you had one, you could feel the pounding of blood through your head. You weren't an idiot, although he seemed to think differently. Clenching your jaw tighter, you attempted to wrestle your arm from its captor.

Your breath hissed through your teeth. "No shit detective Sherlock, I can feel it- now let go."Almost like an insult, he tightened his grip. Nails sinking into your bicep. Sucking in a sharp breath you held back your wince of pain. His nails were sharper than they looked.

"My apologies.. but I don't think you have such rights to be making those demands little arsonist." The laugh that came from him infuriated you even more.

You clicked your tongue. "Am I not entitled to a lawyer before you begin accusing me of such things?" A sudden cackle came from the detective, it ripped through the quiet room after you asked your question. Your face burned with more frustration than embarrassment. Your anger finally boiled over, clenching your first you swung at the brunette.

"DON'T LAUGH AT-" Before you could even finish your bitchy comment, you felt claws dig into your shoulders, a scalpel pressed to your neck, and a gun at your side. Everyone in the room was turned against you... well except for that stupid, ignorant detective. What was his name again? You couldn't remember not that you cared.

***

Dazai stood far enough away that he could easily duck and dodge your punch while still maintaining contact with your skin. You were definitely feisty and he found it different, something about it enticed him.

***

After you were done with your little outburst, that's what he chose to call it not you of course, his left hand came up and wrapped around your wrist. A smile still on his face. Your face deadpanned as you scanned the copious amounts of weapons pointed at you, and well the literal tiger claws in your back.

"I hate to inform you, but we're not just any regular old agency here. And well- lawyers aren't really in our budget when it comes to criminals who have openly admitted their crime." Dazai's smile made your guts turn in anguish.

Eye twitching you pulled your wrist from his grip and grabbed the women's arm who held the scalpel to your neck. You lowered her hand with a glare. "And what oh so great authority makes you say that-! Every police station has to follow that order you know."

Dazai chuckled at your little comment, his expression once again seeming oddly familiar. That really bugged you. Even after all this time you couldn't remember where you recalled it from.

"We're not just any regular police station, we're the Armed Detective Agency! Hence why you're here. As you're well aware... you're not just some regular civilian arsonist. With powers like your own, and a case like yours, some extra measures are required." The others around you seemed to take a step back as Dazai captivated your attention with his comment. The coy little smile on that damn detective's face seem to light up more at your paling skin.

You've heard rumors about the ADA but you didn't think you'd ever run into anyone apart of the organization. Hell, you made it a goal to never, NEVER come anywhere near another gift user. Let alone get taken into custody by them! Oh how this was pure hell, absolutely hell. Everything you've worked towards for the past couple of years slipped completely through your fingers. You hand slightly opened and closed as you slipped further into your spiral of realization. Your mouth felt dry, your throat even dryer. 'No' your mind sobbed the word over and over. You tried to speak but choked out a mewl instead. Your mouth opened and closed as you sought to find any words you could to string together your racing thoughts into sentences. Nothing came out, you couldn't think of anything but three words that repeatedly plagued your mind with utter despair.

'It's all over.'

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#dazai x reader #dazai x you #dazai osamu #anime #bsd #bungo stray dogs x you #bsd fanfic #dazai fic #fanfic #dazai #gender neutral fanfic #gender neutral y/n

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ihatebnha · 2 years

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Hi, I heard you were feeling a little sick, hope ur feeling well!! I've been working these past couple months and I've finally been able to look through ur recent posts so I'm a little behind. I'm embarrassed to say that I've been counting the days and kept writing in my notes app abt what I would send lmao. Ur really my comfort blog. <3 Anyway before this gets long and I end up embarrassing myself more I was scrolling through pinterest and found this:

https://pin.it/6OQSLYI

This is giving me very much izuku vibes. Someone might think that it's bakugo however

I think he's more clear cut in the way he loves and I think it's pretty much agreed that once he decided he's with you, it's already in his head that he's marrying you. Not that any other character wouldn't ( or that its his goal but it might just be the most sinple way of saying this is forever) but going through those (emotional) milestones with bakugo might be easier since once you break through his exterior and he's decided on choosing you there's no hesitation afterwards so while he's a little rough around the edges,midoriya is a completely different story . Its like trying to pull teeth out, trying to get him to admit he needs help or to let him know that ur there for him. Bakugo is very much, "I don't deserved to be loved because I'm not good enough", whereas midoriya is, "I don't deserve to be loved unless Im paying for it." And he has!! His body is a monument of all the times he's given himself away freely simply bc he doesn't see himself as worthy of anything unless he's bleeding for it. Unless he's kneeling and putting his neck through a guillotine. So standing in the shower and letting himself be vulnerable enough not flinch when you touch him and letting himself feel loved without a price ughhhhhdbjsbsjs 🥺. Thinking about how hard he's trying not fall to his knees and sob because he only dreamed about someone loving him the way he's loved others.

Um anyway 💀 thinking lots of thoughts lmao,lmk if the link isn't working lol

(link!)

cookie🥺🥺🥺 sorry for the late response! don’t ever feel bad for being or getting behind cuz (clearly) it happens to everyone... it’s really sweet of u to even want to check back in at all AND KEEPING NOTES FOR ME? please, you are *cries* too kind.

it’s funny tho cuz i always, always, notice when ur in my notifs. i think because maybe sent me an ask i don’t remember but also mostly the time u responded to my hc about bakugo liking the black eyed peas LOOOL and i’m still grateful <3

anyway lalala that’s just to say ur so sweet and i think of u too !!! let’s get into this tho a bit ;’)

i for sure agree it’s deku!! like you point out, i definitely think the whole... confusion + being overwhelmed aspect is a lot more him than bakugo, who definitely skirts around being blatant w/ affection but isn’t all that opposed to both giving and receiving. deku, on the other hand, really... waits for you to lead, and because he’s him... is happy to wait forever. So when you suddenly reach out and care for him in a way he’s never experienced before... AHHH.

and just... that specific kind of intimacy too, i see as being very deku. you know, bakugo likes washing himself, so when you do it... it’s more of a vulnerable act. deku... can sometimes (and often) neglects these aspects of self care bc again, he believes his body is for The People... so when you to take control of it and provide? it’s this whole different level of softness and gentleness and love because it’s not related to anything painful or outside of just... showing ur love for him and him alone, as a person. a lover.

(does that make sense? not that it isn’t all that for bakugo... but he’s more self sufficient in that the washing doesn’t make him fall apart. he falls apart for other reasons and then you’re there to help after)

but uh... yeah. i’m melting thinking about it! and esp because he has such nice hair in general, too. Can you imagine giving him an olaplex or oil treatment for fun and him just... tearing up and then falling asleep in ur lap LOL? he wakes up with the nicest, shiniest curls. i adore him to bits :((

and you, too! thank you so much for this <3

also i just want to highlight:

“His body is a monument of all the times he's given himself away freely simply bc he doesn't see himself as worthy of anything unless he's bleeding for it. Unless he's kneeling and putting his neck through a guillotine.”

WOWWWWW!!!

#deku #ajdsfajdkjf ur so sweet #i tired so no big tags but #find me again okay?#<3 #ask #caitie things #undecidedcookie

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What's your take on the deal with Chandrelle getting Vallamir as her punishment? Because I know I'm not the only one a little upset with how frustratingly vague that was (and how it was supposed to somehow be worse than Lazarus getting dropped face-first onto the extraterrestrial front lines)

OKOK SO, little late bc we had a power outage, BUT

From a psychological standpoint? I think it was more to target Chandrelle’s desire for complete control. She wanted to be free of her games so she wouldn’t have to serve anyone, and was obviously very much so happy to defy any sort of authority figure (Irving). While hers, on the surface, wouldn’t be NEARLY as traumatizing as what happened to Lazarus, having someone who could (seemingly) possess her at will (or at least somewhat, hence Vallamir’s insults n such, I can’t imagine Chandrelle would let him insult her if she had a say in the matter) would take away that control. She can’t be in a game anymore, sure, but the games were escapable. As far as Irving was aware, demonic possession was not.

Buuuut as for hcs? War criminal stuff

Vallamir is a bloodthirsty, chaotic entity, that has seemingly hundreds of entities working for him. The lamias openly praise him, the Sweaty Dragon seems to view him in a positive (or at least not-negative) light, and Chandrelle is HIGHLY praised within her game’s story and lore for having sealed Vallamir away for however long. He’s highly feared, wastes no time in killing everyone around him - I mean, hell, the SECOND you free him as FPP in that one ending, he’s immediately attacking, presumably killing everyone within the inn without any sort of hesitation or remorse.

So. I can NOT imagine that for the few years between SOL and Walk, he just…didn’t kill anyone? At all? I mean, Chandrelle has his spells thanks to that book, so even if he can’t use his hands and tentacles, he can still very much use other satanic spells.

So, he ends up attacking innocent npcs. My personal interpretation is that he needs to forcefully make Chandrelle give him full control over the body, enough to be able to use magic and not just talk. It takes a while, because she’s stubborn as all fucking hell, but if he can manage to inflict physical pain, she’s bound to crack and relent eventually. And this happens over and over, Vallamir basically forcing Chandrelle to let him go and kill a shit ton of npcs for his own joy and pleasure.

He pushes her mana to its limits, past its limits even, physically exhausting her. He doesn’t care if she gets injured, because it’ll get healed soon anyways, so there’s any injuries the pair get if any npcs fight back, not to mention Vallamir’s not gonna be used to being corporeal, so he’s gonna accidentally, basically, use attacks on himself, expecting things to just. Go right through him. And obviously, they don’t, so this leads to frequent injuries. Not to mention he’s openly an asshole towards her, he likely taunts her for what she did to Secrets of Legendaria, to Lazarus. Physically and mentally draining, that guy.

And just imagine the toll demonic possession would take on someone’s body. It’s a foreign, unusual thing, especially since Vallamir is far from human. It slowly changes her skin colour from a more reddish hue to a pinkish-purplish one, gives her sharper teeth, etc. Her body makes attempts at getting rid of this foreign entity, which often results in her puking up blood. Oh! And also her blood’s half red half purple now thanks to the possession.

So, yeah. Vallamir’s a piece of shit, Chandrelle loses her control, and it causes Chandrelle a lot of pain. Awful! Space war still sounds too extreme tho for Lazarus, but I’m willing to shrug that off as ‘Irving doesnt realize just how bad it is because he thrives on violence’ n whatnot

#scov.txt #the hex #the hex game #as the top says. sorry for the late response lmao #we had a power outage and also id been rambling to my friends a bit abt the hex. so #chandrelle stormblaze #the hex chandrelle #the hex vallamir

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Second paaaart omg I feel so sorry to send you suck a long ask

Areum is a workaholic but she has to take her maternity leave cause really, I couldn't do anything besides take care of my daughter and live like a zombie. When I was back at home (I was supposed to get discharged from the hospital the next day but due to covid I had to stay there for 48 hrs) I was so sooooo tired, I didn't have any serious physical pain but my whole body ached (especially my pussy), is really draining, but the feeling of having my daughter close is so special, it all have good and bad moments but having my baby in my arms overcame all of the bad things. One more thing, about the stitches I had down there, that was a pain in the ass, it takes 10 to 15 days to heal (10 days for me cause I had a spray that made it heal faster) but like, I couldn't even pee like a normal girl, I used a handheld shower head and had to wash it everytime. Also it's normal to have a episiotomy but its not mandatory so you can choose not to write it, it would make areum suffer even more, anyways it's up to you. And jeno, no sex for 40 days or 2 months hehe. One thing I forgot to mention in my pregnancy post SWOLLEN BOOBS it happens during the pregnancy and the breastfeeding you have to massage them a lot, also when the belly is big, my legs started to hurt too, for carrying the weight, but walking really helped I just had to take a few breaks to sit down (jeno give areum a lot of breasts, belly and legs massages trust me). I heard doing massages with oil on the belly helps to not get stretch marks but I don't know I never had it haha but my boyfriend always did that massage when I got out of the shower and it was so refreshing (pls jeno)

But I think is basically it? I'm open to questions tho. And sorry for any mistakes, english is not my mother language

NO ITS OKAY, YOU CAN TYPE AS MUCH. This is genuinely really heart warming and interesting to know and listen to, like to hear your own experience as well🫶🏻🫶🏻 ahhh, you’re so brave.

I agree eventually areum will have to just take a maternity leave because let’s be honest…she won’t survive working hella extremely pregnant 😭.

I feel like after giving birth areum would experience more symptoms, like the body aches you mentioned. Jeno would definitely spend his times massages all the parts that are swollen and in general pain. Jeno would also take care of the baby as areum rests, he would take care of areum whenever the baby rests. he might even help areum shower, making her a bath, washing areum’s hair for her because he doesn’t want areum to move a lot where she could easily slippppp.

My mom didn’t really use oil either but she didn’t get stretch marks either way which was surprising 🥲. I’ll definitely make jeno put oil around the body because areum might be slightly insecure of getting stretchmarks so he would be like “castor oil helps with that, how about i rub your body in it?” Etc etc.

😩 omg don’t worry your English is amazing and perfectly fine!

i do have one question, is there any exercises that pregnant ladies do durning their pregnancy? i heard yoga is one of them. I can really imagine jisung being forced to do them with areum and to keep an eye on his system as she meditates or something.

My friend’s mom irl told me that when she was pregnant you get free dental care because the baby could steal away the calcium from the teeth and bones easily BUT that’s terrifying so I’m most likely not going to add that to areum’s pregnancy 😃.

#answered asks

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thechosenstories · 6 months

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Part 7

I left Yahli asz with Pedro doing god knows what . I really wonder where the dogs be when she be asz up face down. I laughed to myself in the back of the taxi . I needed a drink , a lil pick me up to ease the pain.. I really just wanted to hear some music , sway my hips and reminisce . I hated that I didn’t have my man. I hated that I couldn’t have him fck the pain away like he’s done so many times before . I honestly can’t remember a time when I didn’t have him. The taxi driver clearing his throat bought me out my daze as i collected my bag and paid my fee . Stepping out into the warm breeze I made my way into the semi crowded bar looking around before finding a seat at the bar . As the bartender memorized my poison a dark skinned man who smelled like bad decisions and a good time took a seat next to me before turning to me and smiling .first thing I noticed was his beautiful white teeth and cinnamon stained breath as he asked how I was doing. “ I’m good thank you “, I replied and took a sip of my drink squeezing my thighs together to stop whatever this was I was feeling from continuing. “ I’ve never seen u here before you visiting? “ he said while looking at me so intense I was convinced he could read my thoughts. “ business”, I said quickly turning my head and giving my attention to the clasp on my bracelet unnecessarily. “ can I get you another drink he asked,” contemplating longer than I Intended he chuckled and started a tab. I enjoyed his company. We laughed spoke about movies and music we even danced a song or two. He was a great distraction. Looking at the clock I knew I needed to get back . In the morning I needed to be alert. Awake and coherent. I needed this fckin money . Standing up to retrieve my coat and purse I stumbled bridging the space that separated us . He quickly leaned forward to break my fall and in the process grazed my exposed thigh with his hand. I couldn’t tell if it was the liquor or the lack of sex in my life but the heat that radiated through my spine I knew I had to get the fck outta here and fast. Speed walking to the door I made my way outside and only then did I exhale. Pulling up the ride share app I secured a ride and waited in the brisk air. Scrolling through Instagram I felt a strong hand cover my mouth and before I had the chance to fight . Darkness.

“ wake up , rise and shine” , I heard as I struggled to open my eyes. Trying to gain focus to see where the fck I was I blinked excessively until the light didn’t feel like salt in an open wound anymore. “ whe-, where am I??” I said panic setting in as I looked around. “ The real question is WHERE TF IS MY MONEY” . His voice roared and echoed in this big empty room causing the liquor from earlier to sneak its way back up my throat . “ Your nicca owe me 150 stacks” Where is he???” He asked standing in front of me with his hands joined at his groin. 150???? I repeated louder than I intended to. He simply replied” interest” . “Tye is in Jail, 5 years, but I will get you your money hopefully by tomorrow “. Noticing my hands and feet weren’t bound I attempted to stand up. “ I wouldn’t do that if I were you”, I heard a familiar voice say as I whipped my head to the left I couldn’t fkin believe my eyes. Mr. Nice guy from the bar stood there looking at me with a grin and an AR-15 in his hand. The mofo had the nerve to wink at me! “ what a shame a man leaving you all alone to cover his debts . Where I’m from we take care of our women . This is a man’s game no room for no woman . You should be cooking and cleaning , but what do I know ? You Americans know it all right? He laughed causing my earlier distraction to laugh as well. “ Three days” if you don’t have my money by then , interrupting him I attempted to finish his sentence , “ you’ll dead me. “ I said. “No. How would I profit from that? I’m going to sell you”. He blurted out very nonchalantly like this mofo ain’t just say he would sell me. Before I could gather my thoughts I saw a flash and realized my picture was taken. “ for insurance , or pre-bids . Either or , he said as him and his goon turned to walk out the building leaving me as if I was where I belonged.

To be continue do

#fiction #love #short stories #stories

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