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hyuckiefluff · 6 months

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Hey so I hv request! Really love the way you write♡ ok so mark is on adrenaline high frm the concert and is really touch starved and really just wants to fuck his gf! Established realtionship y/n and Mark, feel free to add your magic, thank you!!!

a/n: thank u for the nice words and for sending in this req!! this is exactly what i needed to get back into the mood cuz i’ve (once again) been neglecting my writing lol but anyway when i read this the first thing i thought of was quiet down hence the pic :)

ps: requests are still open btw (still got a lot of them to go through but feel free to send in more) i usually do them in order of which one inspires me the most so even if you send rn i might get to it first!

pairing: mark lee x fem!reader

wc: 1.3k

content warnings: semi-public sex, unprotected sex, slight choking, brief mention of blood, mark is sex starved so he goes a bit crazy, ass groping, handjob (m. receiving), cum eating yeah ik ik i keep writing this but i can’t stop sawry, big c0ck mark!! barely any prep or aftercare (they don’t have time!!!) basically just a messy & needy quickie backstage.

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Mark was losing his mind.

Why?

All because you placed him on a week-long sex ban in an attempt to prepare him for the upcoming tour. He knew you were just trying to help him adjust to being away from you, but it felt like torture.

Everything was fine at first, or at least Mark was doing a great job pretending. But as the first week neared its end, his resolve started to crumble. Today, in particular, he was extremely horny for no reason.

...Well, he actually did have a reason and it was the picture you sent him this morning, wearing the new underwear he had gifted you 'They fit perfectly, Markie ;)'.

And as if that wasn’t enough, you showed up to his show wearing his favorite skirt—the very one you knew he always fucked you in. He wasn't sure if he was just thinking with his dick, but it felt like you were trying to push him to his limit.

Either way, it was definitely working, because when you leaned in for a kiss, he caught a glimpse of your underwear in the mirror's reflection and and he had to fight against every part of himself to not moan right then.

To make matters worse, you were still wearing the black lace panties he had gifted you.

By the time he stepped on stage, he was already painfully hard. What kind of pervert gets turned on in front of an audience just because his girlfriend accidentally flashed him? Well, apparently, Mark Lee did.

But he didn't care about looking like a desperate, sex-starved fool.

So as soon as the VCR started playing and they had to change outfits, he made a beeline for you backstage. Ignoring the protests of staff and confused band members telling him he only had 10 minutes to get ready he grabbed your arm and pulled you through the crowd.

“That’s more than enough time,” he muttered under his breath. Despite your persistent attempts to ask where he was taking you, Mark didn’t stop until you were hidden away in a dark, secluded corner behind the stage.

"Mark, what's going on? Are you okay?" You inspected him with concern in your eyes, checking for any injuries.

"Ah...fuck... I have a really big problem," he groaned.

"What's wrong?" But you quickly understood the issue when he pulled up his shirt, revealing the growing bulge in his pants.

You tried not to laugh, but the way he looked like a child in need of help was too endearing. "Aw, did I do this to you?"

"It's not funny," he protested, suddenly invading your personal space. "I need you to fix it." His forehead pressed against yours, his hands roaming over your sides and gripping your hips to press you firmly against his body, your lower abdomen coming in contact with his hard on.

"Of course, baby" you replied, ready to kneel down, but he stopped you by grabbing your arm. You looked at him confused, and the stage lights cast an angle that highlighted his pleading eyes. They were glossy with desire.

"I need to be inside you," he murmured, his voice strained and raspy.

The idea of having backstage sex at his concert with just about seven minutes left before he had to return to the stage felt crazy. But there was something about it that turned you on beyond explanation.

So, you cupped his face and kissed him hard enough that your teeth clashed with his lips, but not even the slight taste of blood stopped you from devouring each other’s mouth. Mark quickly matched your intensity, his tongue wasting no time exploring every corner of your mouth. Every time he nibbled on your lips, it elicited little gasps from you. His hands moved from your hips to your ass, pressing you firmly against his bulge, a clear reminder that he was about to explode down there.

You started to undo his pants, the friction of his erection against the fabric made him suck in air through his teeth. He broke away from your lips, allowing you to pull down his pants. His boxers were already stained with pre-cum, and when you lowered them, his dick looked at you flushed and angry. You bit your lip, his size always made you clench your thighs in anticipation.

Before you could even touch him, he turned you around and that’s when you realized you were pressed against one of the glass boxes from their performance.

"Mark..." you moaned his name when you felt the tip of his dick at your entrance. There was no time for much preparation so when he slowly pushed his hips forward, a string of curses left his lips at the tightness.

"Fuuuck..." he groaned when your walls clenched around him relentlessly. Tears welled up in your eyes, and you leaned against the box for support

“God, you feel so good” His hands gripped your hips, and you felt his lips kissing your shoulder before he whispered that he was going to start moving. You nodded weakly.

His pace started out slow, but there was an undeniable urgency in each motion. His hand moved from your hips to your neck, gripping you softly and pulling you closer with every deep thrust. His lips found that sensitive spot just below your ear, and with every kiss and nibble, you couldn't help but clench around him, making his hand close tighter against your throat. This pattern continued for a while, bringing you closer to the edge.

"Please..." you whimpered, and he grunted softly against your neck.

"What do you need, baby?" he asked.

"More, please, I need more," you moaned, feeling his grin against your neck.

He wasted no time. His thrusts quickened, and you couldn't help but release soft gasps and moans with each movement. You leaned forward against the box, your breath fogging up the glass, feeling it tremble beneath you as he continued fucking into you harder. Mark was losing himself, or perhaps he already had; he was rutting against you as if he was an animal in heat.

"M-mark... I'm close," you mewled, not sure if he even heard you amidst the loud cheers.

"Mhm, me too," he moaned, his voice strained.

It only took a few more thrusts and you were spent, moaning and mumbling incoherently as he helped you ride your orgasm.

"Fuck, it's gonna be messy if I cum inside you," he realized, slowing his movements.

He was right… he wasn't wearing a condom so as soon as he pulled out, it would definitely drip down your legs. And there wasn’t anything nearby to clean you up with.

"Pull out," you said, and you could see his confusion from the corner of your eye. Nonetheless, he did as told. His hand was already on his dick, ready to take care of himself, but when you knelt down, it was as if his body glitched momentarily.

Your hands replaced his, applying just the right amount of pressure in your strokes to evoke that familiar sensation building in his gut. You looked at him through your eyelashes, your makeup slightly smudged from tears and sweat. The sight was incredibly hot, and just when he was about to cum, you opened your mouth, catching all of his release. Some of it trickled down your throat. The whole scene, along with the sounds you made while swallowing, had Mark almost in tears from the sheer intensity of the moment.

After swallowing every drop, you stood up, adjusting your panties and casually licking a remnant from the corner of your lips, all while maintaining eye contact with Mark. He watched you in stunned silence, still catching his breath. You chuckled when he remained frozen for a good 10 seconds, pulling him close gently and zipping up his pants. In that moment, you heard his voice.

“Please come on tour with me,” he begged, his eyes wide with hope. You just smiled and kissed him.

“Where’s Mark?! You guys are up in 2 minutes!” The staff's frantic shouts pulled you both back to reality. You exchanged a glance and burst into giggles like a pair of teenagers.

i think i might be shadowbanned guys so interact with this post if u enjoyed it pls <3

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celestialwhoree · 2 months

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𝐒𝐚𝐲 𝐆𝐨𝐨𝐝𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐧 𝐆𝐨 - 𝐓𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐞

More Nik just 4 you🫵😚 Trying to make this reasonably slow burn but I just want them to fuck😔

Pts 1 & 2 here!

Nikto is shitting himself. In his enthusiasm to make amends with you, to spend time with you, he completely disregarded his greatest issue. He can't eat with his mask on. He can't very well show you his face when you look like the human embodiment of Tinkerbell, and he looks like - he doesn't really know what he looks like.

Whilst your neighbour is in crisis, you're perfectly happy to flit about your house, debating whether to wear your favourite pink miniskirt or a lacy white dress. The white would compliment the pretty satin kitten heels you're wedded on, and the virginal, snow coloured lingerie set you hope is finally seen by someone who's not you, or your mirror. Your hair is perfectly styled, lipgloss applied with meticulous precision. The outfit is the only spanner in your otherwise beautifully constructed works. You're so giddy that you feel sick.

Your neighbour shares a similar struggle in selecting his outfit, realising that he hasn't taken a woman on a date in a long time, and since then, his muscles have outgrown the sleeves of the suit in the back of his closet, and the pants to match are as moth eaten and neglected as his heart. Of course he wants to look as though he's making an effort - doesn't want to make you feel anymore unwanted by him than you already do, and yet most of his clothes make him look more monolith than man, no decent fit for a woman so soft and feminine as you.

You'd never have expected him to turn up on your doorstep with flowers. Peonies with fluffy pink petals, gently wrapped in a sheet of brown paper, tied up with blush lace. Kind of like you. He would never have dreamed of the way you fling your arms around his neck, tits straining against the thin alabaster fabric of your little dress. "You like them?" He rumbles thickly into your ear, flowers hanging at his side as he wraps his free arm loosely around your back, pushing the thoughts of how the plush skin of your ass would feel in his hands. "They're wonderful." You breathe, taking a sudden step back at the realisation that you've just entirely invaded his precious personal space.

"I need to tell you something." He murmurs, words coming thick from his throat, his confession trapped down in his chest, safe where no one can find it. "Of course, anything." The gentleness in your tone only makes him hesitate further. Why should he corrupt such a soft thing like you? Tie you down to a beast like him? "I am - I need to tell you something, and I understand if you do not want to spend time with me anymore. I am deformed."

Biting your tongue feels practically impossible. You so desperately want to reassure him. How do you tell him that you can see his laundry room window perfectly from your kitchen where you spend most of your time. How do you tell him that you've seen the scars he hides when he puts his mask in the washing machine.

"That's okay." You nod reassuringly. Why is there so much care in your eyes?

"You're sure? I am not handsome." You just want him to let you in. So desperately.

"I promise."

I'm so sorry for writing such short chapters but I need these two to get down and dirty rn💕

#cod mwii #cod mw2 #cod #call of duty #call of duty modern warfare 2 #cod modern warfare #call of duty modern warfare #modern warfare #Nikto #cod nikto #Nikto x reader #nikto x y/n #nikto x f!reader #nikto x you #call of duty nikto #mwii nikto #celestialwhoree #say goodnight n go

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sugar-omi · 18 days

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(I’m on my 🩸so please excuse the hornyness)

I woke up this morning with cove on my mind (who doesn’t) and just thought of a funny scenario. imagine the step 2 moment where MC and Cove can cuddle but they weren’t quietly told that it’s not ok by Cove’s mom. Skip to step 3 they love cuddling as friends. (they are still secretly in love with each other tho) this leads us to my dirty little thought, Cove and MC as friends having a little sleepover at Cove’s house and cuddling. Poor sweet Cove has a dirty dream about his dear friend MC, when he wakes up from it he finds himself hard as a rock and his hips grinding on their own into MC’s ass. And of course cove would quickly run to the bathroom without waking MC and panic to himself and try to get it down.

Or MC wakes up before cove because of the movement and lowkey doesn’t mind it, MC pushes back against cove a little and just listens to the little sounds he makes in his sleep

OMG TWINS 🤭🤭 omg maybe thats why my cove posts have been so unhinged lately... so excuse ME for the feralness im about to drop rn because youve planted a nassssty seed in my head..

cove usually doesn't have dirty dreams, always dreams about the beach or his fish, or something asinine. can count his dirty dreams on his fingers with some leftover.

before, they'd always been faceless. couldn't tell a single detail of who it was, even if it didn't matter.

but this time it wasn't a question of who it was.

the dream is so vivid, and the pleasure shooting through his veins feels way too good when he realizes it's you grinding against his bulge.

in fact, it feels better than when he gets himself off, and dream-you isn't even touching his cock yet, your crotch grinding along the length of his bulge in his sweatpants.

every roll of your hips is so fucking delicious he feels like he could collapse. can't help but grab onto your hips, helping you move and roll his hips into yours.

and when you lean forward, hands on his chest under his shirt, feeling up the dips and valleys of his lean muscle, your lips inching closer until they finally meet...

he definitely thinks this is as close as he can heaven. your plush lips move against his, the kiss becoming more passionate, more heated as he tries to match you.

if anyone could see inside his dream right now, they'd think you're passionate lovers, your lips slotted together perfectly, like you're meant to be, and he wonders if you'd feel like this in real life too. if your kiss would be this good, this enticing, and when your tongue slips past his lips, invading his mouth, he wonders if you'd taste this sweet too.

you break the kiss, leaving him hot and panting, his chest rising and falling like he's ran a marathon, your lips trailing from his mouth down his jaw, quickly finding a sensitive area under his ear, right behind his jaw.

doesn't even realize you're shoving down his sweatpants, your own pants disposed of at some point in this dream, until he feels the heat and wetness of your sexes rubbing together

let's out such a pretty and loud whimpery-moan, curses and bucks up into your cunt, making his length glide against your wet, hot core. / hand, thrusting up into your tight fist wrapped around both your cocks.

forgets this is a dream for a moment, distantly thinking he wants to see the end. and his stomach feels so hot, so tight like he's gonna burst.

eyes rolling when dream-you says his name right in his ear, your voice breathy and desperate...

when he opens his eyes, hoping to see your blissed out face, all he sees is a dim room. his room. and the back of your head...

his heart is beating out his chest, and he doesn't even need time to wakeup before he realizes what happened. especially when he feels his hard length pressed right against your ass, the heat and bit of pressure from your ass against his cock has him losing his grip on reality a bit.

but the guilt crashes on him, can't believe he had a dirty dream about you. much less with you in his arms.

it's a miracle if you don't wake up, cove's a big clumsy mess all the time, but this time the shock has him moving a bit more calmly. calmly as in he doesn't scream or squeak, and doesn't flail or fall off the bed like he otherwise would.

but he does unwind his arms around you, carefully pulling his arm from under your body and trying to untangle himself from his bedsheets and your legs.

really, it's a miracle this hadn't happened before. especially when you were 13 and your hormones had more control of your body than you did.

slips out of bed, so thankful that his bed is close to the door and there's minimal creaking of the door and floorboards. all but dashes to the bathroom.

i wonder how he'd deal with his. well.. big problem.

he'd been leaning on the counter, his shaggy hair hanging in his face and he's painfully aware of how hard his cock is. he's fucking throbbing in his sweats, his hard length heavy against his thigh.. he couldn't fucking forget about it. and can't forget that dream.

thinks about waiting it out or a cold shower. but a cold shower doesn't sound appealing at all, and he really doubts his hard-on is going anywhere...

resigns to getting himself off. hoping just once will be enough.. hopes that maybe he can finish quickly before you wake up, he's still pumping after his near orgasm in that dream.. fuck he's kind of glad he woke up now, realizing it'd be really fucking embarrassing if you woke up to cove creaming his pants of you dry humping him (and then some) in his dream

his eyes roll and flutter shut when his hand wraps around his length, his shirt muffling the moan on the tip of his tongue. it doesn't feel nearly as good as it did in his dream...

but he really tries not to think about that. it's so fucking disrespectful to you to keep thinking about it, let alone get off to it.

focuses on all his ero spots, that way he can finish faster and even if he's shaking in his hands because he's running his thumb over his sensitive mushroom head, and giving his cock short, tight pumps, and his nimble fingers find their way to his chest..

well he just needs to hurry up and finish before you wake up and so he doesn't think about that dream, trying to replace all his senses with himself in lue of you. albeit dream you, but still you.

hates that he thought about his best friend like that, and hates that he can hardly get off without distantly thinking about how this would probably feel so much better if it was you touching his cock...

thrusts up into his hand, biting down around his shirt as he groans lowly, but the sound is still loud in this quiet house, and he hopes you didn't get up at some point, walking by and hear him..

if only you could see what a pathetic sight he is.. panting, shirt bunched up and wrinkled, his pants sloppily shoved down his thighs and his cock flushed and throbbing in his hand, covered in his thick, bountiful load.

even he can't help but curse because fuck he feels like a fucking degenerate. feels dirty. he doesn't eve. know how he's gonna look at you, and fuck you definitely can't cuddle anymore until he gets a grip on himself.

but how would he explain that? "hey i had a wet dream about you, sorry bestie, let's not cuddle anymore unless you wanna wake up to my hard dick on you"

that's too weird, and creepy. God he'd hate if you found him creepy and disgusting, the thought of what your expression could be makes him said and he makes his stomach twist...

can't even return to the room, it feels too awkward to do so now. he'd really feel like a creep if he slipped back into bed with you.

ends up setting up camp in the living room, either doing his abandoned homework or trying to find some way to distract himself, wouldn't be surprised if he ends up falling asleep on the couch.

but regardless of how he spends the rest of the night. what if you are awake, and realize what's happening?...

doesn't matter if you're a night owl or a gentle sleeper, although either help because you realize it so much sooner than if you're asleep

i mean, who wouldn't realize their best friend (and crush), gasping in their ear and then moaning softly, his hips bumping into you..

whatever the case, you're awake now when he tightens his grip around your midsection, his hips easily and expertly rolling against your butt, and his legs, which are tangled with yours, easily forces you to move against him, his cock so obviously hardening, getting thicker and so fucking prominent, against your ass.

your heart is beating against your chest like a drum. you're losing your fucking mind, you can't believe what's happening..

your teeth sink into your lip when you hear cove call out a soft, cut-off call of your name.

he's dreaming about you. and clearly it's something dirty if his bulge is anything to go by.

you can't deny that it's turning you on either. it's be weird if it didn't. your crush pressed against you, grinding his fat cock into your ass while having a nice dream about you? it's surprisingly flattering, and you're loving it

as it goes on, cove's hips progressively get more.. aggressive. almost. your head is spinning.

you wish you could know what he's dreaming about and wish it'd happen in real life, right here and right now. but for now, you'll settle for your own mind. afterall, you have plenty of fuel to run off of.

cove's moans and gasps are so pretty, even his indistinguishable mumbling is making your blood pump. his murmurs are usually a good sign after all.

and his cock.. you didn't expect him to be small. he's a big guy, after all, and to say he's packing a third leg might be an exaggeration, but fuck if he's not coke bottle thick and clearly long enough to hit all those deep, deliciously impossible spots inside you.

you wanna wake him up. but if you do.. you wonder what he'd do. run away? probably. you're not even going out, so his first reaction would definitely be to apologize profusely and go hide.

of course, he does wake up, though. you realize that when the grinding stops suddenly, and he tenses around you, and eventually, he starts prying his limbs from under you.

you reprimand your heart for being disappointed that he doesn't check if you're awake and proceed to do something with you, anything at all, maybe even recreate that dream.

and you are torn between logic letting you let him slip out the door, and your desperation wanting to pull him into bed.

he's gone for awhile, you're not sure how long, but it's a few minutes that make you think maybe he's.. taking care of his problem. and then it makes you think that you could take care of your own problem if you're quick enough.

there's definitely a line crossed. tonight has blurred the line between you, knowingly.

you let him keep grinding into you, even if he doesn't know that.

so whats one more thing he doesn't know, your body shifting to his side of the bed, his body heat and the scent of his shampoo and cologne thicker now that you're on the side he slept.

and your hand slipping under the sheets.. your eyes fluttering closed as you try to imagine a scenario between you. surely, you can imagine it just this once, balance out the scale?

#olba #our life: beginnings & always #cove holden #cove holden x reader #smut #cove holden smut

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chubs-deuce · 3 months

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Not a huge hazbin shipper but did U see the sneak peak? Charlie and Alastor in her bedroom… him being so comfy on her bed. Context? We dont speak cuz I can’t hear her over my blush

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LOSING MY FUCKING MIND OH MY GOD=??????

I NEED TO. BE NORMA L ABOUT FTHIS.

I might get back to this ask again and add to it with a reblog later when I've calmed tf down, for now you get incoherent and poorly formatted rambling under the cut to underline how hard this threw my brain for a spin just now skdjksdhf

[distressed ape noises]

not even bc of the ship potential of it (tho it was fucking potent I'm ngl) it's more how much he's seemingly working towards proposing a binding deal at last??

my god he's so scary good at manipulation

I am in DISTRESS to try and figure out how that's going to end up going holy FUCK

he's doing it all- the targeted jabs, kicking up some dust to get her mind back to the problem at hand, the way he's consistently only invading her personal space when he has an agenda, how he's offering up a seemingly personal detail about himself to soothe over her accusation of him not caring by neither confirming nor denying yet giving her the illusion of knowing more about him than before-

Like. The smile thing is as much advice as it is a hint about himself, yet also expresses absolutely nothing about what actually *is* going on underneath, it's only a hint about where to look - largely useless when one is as good at hiding their true intentions as he is-

sidenote how dare his spooky bitch ass be so comfortable rolling around her bed??

the trap has been opened wide this whole time, the lure is set; he has vital info that she wants- no, NEEDS, and he's about to deploy it when he has the most amount of leverage with it-

he just has to wait for her to come crawling and for it to snap shut around her

fuckckckckck the way this has me on my toes

THE THING IS-

This could all be genuine - we wouldn't fucking know! His true intentions are a mystery to us as the audience as of now; neither explicitly good nor bad - will she decline? be desperate enough to take it? Is there going to be an offer at all or is he just going to give the info to her and play the long con game of nurturing trust before striking even harder later???

LET ME DISSECT YOU AND LOOK INTO YOUR BRAIN I NEED TO FIGURE OUT WHAT YOUR FUCKING DEAL IS I'LL BE GENTLE I PROMISE-

He has so many aces up his stupid red fucking sleeves rn I'M SCARED, I'm SCREAMING

#GHOHGGHGOOOHHGH #chubs answers #oh my goddddd #hazbin hotel spoilers #charlastor #radiobelle

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buzzlightyearmpreg · 6 months

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NOW i may be drunk butjjk is actually so well written like everyone (that i can think off rn) who has a ct or fighting style complements them so good. pls feel free to add, critique or do anything to this id love jt

⚠️⚠️JJK MANGA SPOILERS BELOW⚠️⚠️

starting with this, the new sorcerers of today having ct’s complementing and supporting their personalities might be proof of this, including junpei who was a “man made” sorcerer

gojo is obvious with his infinity symbolising his strength, separating him from both those closest to him and everyone around him (some by his own doing after his bf dumped him infront of kfc loser shoko has been there 24/7). this was the biggest learning moment for him, noticing the signs after everything went wrong and using it to protect the youth and innocence of sorcerers of today

geto had to consume “evil” on a daily. his mental health rapidly declining with his hope and the increase of cursed spirits he had to exorcise and consume, over and over until he broke. after freeing himself of the burden of protecting the weak non-sorcerers unknowing, unthankful and also undeserving, defending into darkness (which started with toji folding him like a lawnchair) he lost everything and gained everything with nanako and mimiko, two children suffering at the hands of those who he spent EVERYTHING protecting, solidifying his plan of speeding up natural selection to build a world without darkness where children like them can thrive and live happily

itadori was thrown into the world of sorcerers r doomed to consume sukuna (ironic bc of my sukuna bit later) and die, his divergent fist is mostly reliant on his own pure strength alone and how his body adapts and gets stronger after every gruelling battle

nobara has an inherited technique from her grandmother that she’s sorta revamped for the modern era? coming from the country side (older) to the big city (newer) looking to explore have fun and grow - esp with her resonance targeting the soul, her black flash and getting stronger as a sorcerer

megumi’s holds his shikigami incredibly close to him, even getting sad when one has died and left just like his parents. they’re also made using shadows (darkness) as a medium, foreshadowing sukuna using darkness to smother him to use and “consume” him for his own gain

nanami is a straightforward guy who voices his ideals, who split his path into 2 pieces and went for the lesser evil to him (business where he uses his skill to fuck people’s stocks over for money for already super rich people, or being a sorcerer and using his skill to help and protect others, especially children like when he left due to haibara’s death and came back after helping a kind person like him working at that bakery). this makes gojo hold him in high regard as he sees the potential of youth and wishes to protect their innocence until their ready, to guide them and help them grow slowly so they can handle the mental toll of being a sorcerer

mei mei and her manipulation of youth is the opposite of nanami, the protector of youth. she doesn’t just see through her crows, she controls them at the cost of their own lives with bird strike (where she makes them give up their lives in a binding vow for a hideously strong attack). she does the same with everyone and everything around her, choosing who she sides with being the best “gain” for her. she also uses uiui in the same way who can only use jujutsu when she allows due to a binding vow (someone get him therapy i beg)

mechamaru is similar, he observed and bided his time to get what he so desperately needed while also protecting those closest to him using his puppets as spies. he both invaded the privacy of those closest (miwa and copying her simple domain) and furthest (mahito and pseudo geto’s strengths and weaknesses) all to protect those he loved

choso/kamo both have blood manipulation, hating their fathers/family who use blood relatives for their own gain, and holding their mothers (and siblings for choso) to the highest standard possible becoming stronger for them and them alone

toji and maki are both beings who escaped their fate, their downfall with the zenin clan (and makis bad omen as a twin) and free to affect fate with their own actions at no cost (toji breaking fate, of the 6 eyes user and star plasma vessel during tengens merger)

sukuna and his ego consumes everything around him to get stronger, shown by his chef like ct cutting and dismembering anything to bite sized pieces to grow stronger and have fun. this also supports the theory of him being a conjoint twin, either being or “consuming” the twin with a heavenly restriction improving their physical capabilities to the point he has. ironically yuuji’s fate was to consume him and die taking him to the grave completely.

kenjaku is similar, he uses everything and does anything for his plans which are ultimately to fulfill his own curiosity. highjacking the bodies of people useful to him and using it to hurt those closest while also carefully and patiently waiting out every move and persons he’s manipulated using his time by switching bodies and avoiding death to do so with no consequence

ok this might be the end but KNOW i will be adding onto this everytime i think of something new

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jalice713 · 2 years

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You know what would give me the serotonin i desperately need rn...

Shaggy and Scooby meeting up with the Ghoul School girls again. Like that movie makes me so happy and a well made reunion would be like happiness injected straight into my veins.

I know it may never happen but i can dream. Imagine the girls a little older maybe seeking out their old teachers for help with something.

We had 13 Ghost return, why can't the other classics? A Boo Brothers reunion. The Goblin King. The Reluctant Werewolf! ALIEN INVADERS!!!!

Its a mini gold mine. Reintroduce the classics to the younger generation while appealing to the older fans.

Maybe I just miss real monsters in Scooby-Doo. Maybe i miss whackey hijinks. Maybe i just miss the adorableness of Shaggy and Scooby realising what used to scare them isnt actually scary, just unknown.

If anyone knows any good fics about these, drop a comment. Im dying for reading material.

Thank you for attending my ted talk

#scooby gang #shaggy and scooby #scooby doo #scooby-doo #scooby dooby doo #ghoul school #boo brothers #mystery #mystery inc #alien invaders #goblin king #13 ghosts #13 ghosts of scooby doo #sequals #a hit of serotonin

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yuumaofc · 1 year

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//EP. 5; Did I do something wrong..?

Damn it’s been a whole ass month since I last updated this series🧍🏻 IM BEING FR RN GUYS I AM SO SORRY FOR THE LACK OF UPDATES😭😭 I low key be forgetting that I’m a writer on here💀

UM SO ANYWAYS HAVE THIS UPDATE AS AN APOLOGY FOR MY MONTH LONG DISAPPEARANCE🤡

TW//

MC’s POV

It’s strange.. I don’t know how I should be feeling as of right now. The brothers have been avoiding me for at least a week now. Have I done something offensive to them? I don’t recall a moment where I could have possibly done so.. And if that were to be the case, they would speak to me face to face about it. I know them, I’ve lived with them for 2 years now!.. Maybe I just don’t know them well enough as they’re probably older than Saturns rings.

Have I wronged them? Why are they avoiding me? Why won’t they talk to me? I want to speak to hear mammon talk about ways to scam other demons, as bad as it may be. I want to hear Asmo tell me about how his photo shoot and after school spa day went. I want to listen to Levi rant about how invested he is in a new anime he’s discovered. I want to be able to have small talk with Lucifer over tea after working all day. I want to have passive aggressive banter with Satan. I want to listen to Beel give me his newest addition to his workout routine. I want to stay by Belphie’s side while he sleeps and comfort him when he has nightmares.

I want to listen to them. I want to hear them. I NEED to be with them!

I don’t think I’ll be able to live without them. I’ve become so attached to them that they’re the first thing I think of when I wake up in the mornings.

I bit my fingers and peeled tiny bits of the skin around my fingernail off. A very bad habit of mine that I thought I got rid of back in junior high school. I guess I was wrong.

My breathing became uneven as the self deprecating thoughts flooded my head and forced my composure to come loose.

MC- ‘Maybe I’m just overreacting.. Maybe they’ve just been having a bad day! Yeah that could be it. No no no you’re wrong, it’s been a whole week and they still aren’t talking to you! Something’s wrong. You’ve done something wrong. I did a bad thing!-‘

Felix- “MC? A-are you okay? I was just passing by your room and heard muttering.. I thought it was nothing till I noticed the sound of fast paced footsteps in here so I thought that I’d check up on you. I guess that was a good decision? I-I mean it- It’s not really my place to invade your privacy a-AND in no way is invading your privacy a good thing to do! I- um I was just checking up on you because.. y-your footsteps made you sound.. distressed??? I-IM SORRY FOR BARGING IN HERE AND THEN JUST RANTING NVM I-I’LL GO!-“

MC- “No!”

I lunged out at him and grabbed his wrist before he could rush out of my room. He jolted and yelped at the sudden feeling of being pulled back into my chest. I never really noticed how small he was compared to me but I don’t noticed a lot of things till I deem it whatever.

MC- “No.. Don’t go. It’s fine that you came in here.. Do you mind staying with me for a bit? I need someone to confide my feelings in and with the brothers ignoring me, I don’t think I’ll be able to confide in any of them any time soon.”

Felix- “O-oh! Okay”

As soon as he agreed to listen to me, I pulled him over to my bed and sat him down with me so that I can speak with him comfortably. It wouldn’t be very comfortable to have more than an hour long conversation with someone while standing if you have somewhere to sit.

As I rambled on and on, Felix sat across from me. Listening attentively and making small but meaningful comments every now and then. I know I shouldn’t have opened up to him so easily but I needed someone to confide in and the brothers were avoiding me so I couldn’t help it. Desperate times call for desperate measures.

Felix’s POV

MC fell asleep not too long ago, having cried themself to sleep after contemplating if the brothers wanted to keep them around anymore. They’re not be aware of it but it pains me to see MC so hurt. But to see MC so vulnerable but relaxed and snoring softly puts me at ease. It keeps the raging concern and worries to calm down.

“My my!~ I didn’t know you were one for watching the people you like sleep! How perverted of you, Felix~”

I flinched and looked over my shoulder to see Kain standing there with a smug yet teasing smirk displayed across his handsome face. Kain was an incubi but his drive was much more mellow than other incubi and succubi. More for seeking out the flustered faces and fluttering butterflies in your stomach.

Felix- “Kain.. Are you the reason why the brothers are avoiding MC..?”

Kain- “HmHm! You could say that~”

I hardened my stare towards him.

Felix- “How could you do such a thing?! They mean so much to MC! I may have feelings for them but that doesn’t mean you can just go and ruin their life!”

Kain- “Oh but it was that very reason that your beloved confided in you isn’t it?~”

I stiffened at his comment. He wasn’t wrong at the very least. Whatever Kain did truly did lead to MC confiding in me, causing us to grow a little closer than before. But it was cruel!

Kain- “Oh? Cat got your tongue? Hmhmhm! Silly little human boy, it seems as even though you’ve forgotten about our little deal we had!”

I gulped. Of course I remember the deal. We made it when I awoke in the nurses office two weeks ago. We made a deal to share my body whenever he pleases, just as long as he doesn’t do anything to cause MC to dislike me in anyway. When he takes control, I’m not aware of what he’s doing. It’s like I fall unconscious until he gets bored of me or something..

Felix- “N-no, I remember.. wh-what did you do..?!”

Kain smiled menacingly and covered mouth with his hand before laughing at my pitiful expression.

Kain- “Let’s just say that its for me to know, and you to find out!~”

I widened my eyes at his comment, he did something bad. Something horrible and now MC has to pay the price.

MC, my one and only, did I do something wrong..?

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HEEYYYYY AND WE’RE DONE WITH THE FIFTH CHAPTERRRRR YAAYYY FINALLY SOMETHING AFTER A MONTH AND A HALF OF STRESSING OVER THIS CHAPTER AND SCHOOL IVE FINALLY GOT SOMETHING OUT ARE YOU PROUD OF ME I KNOW ITS SHORT BUT ITS THE BEST IVE GOT FOR NOW *sob*

Anyways, Happy thanksgivings giving to those who live in the US! Be grateful for this chapter👹

/j you dont have to be since I think it’s a little underwhelming AND I BET YOU DIDNT SEE THE TITLE BEING IN FELIXS WORDS DIDJA >:D

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@aki-maki-aki @books-and-catears @justrika @gallantys @time-shardz @m1ss-c4mrader1e @0-candlecove-0(I can’t tag you??? I could last time so idk what’s goin on unless you changed something) @avanae @slugbugg @tsunotaro-san @pichulakkjkk @bonezzzzzz @sumiiichan @valeriele3

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2hopatz · 1 year

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Love Belt - Choi Jongho

Genre: fluff, angst, hurt/comfort, happy ending :D

Warnings: Jealousy, Crying, Ghosting, Kissing, College D:, Cursing, Tooth Rotting Fluff

Word Count: 2.3k exactly WE UP!!

Pairing: c. jh x gender non-specified reader

(a/n): hiiii~ I was like, super sad the other day and kept listening to love belt on repeat for hours. so I decided to write this. I recommend listening to Love Belt for this fanfic, but who knows, maybe I'll make a playlist for every fanfic! Enjoy~ Mwah!

“I just don’t understand why he is so angry over me having a new study partner, we don’t even have the same classes anymore!” you rant to your best friend frantically, your hands moving just as fast as your mouth.

“Do you think you’re spending too much time in the studio, and Jongho is jealous or something? I mean, even I’ve noticed your study sessions turning into full-blown study nights,” Mel was trying desperately to calm you down, especially knowing how dramatic you can be at times. She just couldn’t believe that Jongho, of all people, would be the one ignoring you, “ He has been busy lately too, maybe he is just tired, or maybe your schedules don’t match up well.”

“I know his schedule by heart, which is also why I know that he has been ignoring me. I’ve tried to meet up with him every day this week dammit! The thing is, I haven’t done anything new besides study with Hyunjin these days,” the stress from the previous two weeks spills out of your mouth, and your fingers go cold despite the warm drink in your hands.

“It’s only been two weeks, and next week is finals week. He could be studying, take a breath friend. Breaking down in a cafe would make you so embarrassed later,” Mel’s hand rested on your shoulder as you let out a breathy laugh.

“I don’t know Mel. He has never been this distant, not for two weeks at least. Maybe a day, maybe even a week, but he would always come back to talk it out,” the blood rushing in your ears and the lump sitting heavy in your throat made it apparent how affected you were by his absence. Even if you wanted to act unbothered, you couldn’t. It was Jongho after all, how can you be calm when you feel you’ve just lost your home over a damned study partner?

“It just feels absent without him around me for this long. I feel like everything I lay eyes on is tarnished. This is just stressful, and for what?” Mel sighs, her arms wrapping around your shoulders and squeezing you tight. You lean into her touch, chasing the fleeting sense of relief it gives you. Still, your heart wrenches with loneliness as a memory of Jongho’s smile invades your consciousness.

“I know, hun. How about you try again tonight, hm? Ask him to come over.”

“I have to paint with Hyujin tonight. I have my final project due next week and I’m struggling with the perspective view of the buildings. Ughhh and the reflections are absolutely going to kill me on top of my analysis of-” Mel throws you a scathing look, and you take it as your clue to stop spiraling about things you had to do.

“You have time to do those later. Jongho may need you now, so what do I say?”

“Focus first on what matters to me, and everything will fall into place. My finals do matter… but I have all week to study. I need to see Jongho tonight. Thank you Mel.” She smiled, raising a hand perpendicular to your face.

“No need to thank me love, 'cause you’re paying for my coffee! Mwah!”

“I take everything back. Seonghwa likes girls who pay for their own coffee, he told me himself for real.”

“Nice try, I may be drunk in love, but I’m not stupid in love,” giggling, you two went up to the register to pay. You’re day felt a bit brighter now that you had a plan, and a beloved (albeit mischievous) friend to share it with.

. . .

‘Jongho, we need to talk. Now, actually.’

tdybear

‘Thought u had to study. With Hyunjin.’

‘Cancelled. I wanted to talk with you.’

tdybear

‘I’m studyin rn. Can we talk later?’

‘U can keep playing the avoidance game Jongho,

but we’ll both end up losing. I’m not trying again,

and I’m not finna reschedule nun.’

tdybear

‘Where r u?’

‘apartment.’

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You threw your phone down on the bed with a sigh of frustration. One thing you’d come to learn throughout the years was just how stubborn Jongho could get. In truth, you couldn’t help but be a little frustrated with the fact that this was all over a fucking study buddy. Hyunjin and you had been acquaintances since your freshman year, yet now is when the issue starts? It was all so confusing. Still, there was that part of you that relished in the fact that Jongho was coming, because he didn’t want to lose you. If your heart was a glass, what had been a quarter full for the last two weeks is overflowing. You wanted to see his face.

You keep pacing around the room, swimming in a pool of your disturbances. You are so frustrated, the lump in your throat being a telltale sign of incoming tears. Your heart is beating impossibly fast, and when you hear the doorbell ring out from the living room, it is like seeing the sun rise over the horizon after a lifetime of living in the dark.

When you open the door, all you can see is him. All you can feel is him, and as angry as you want to be; you greet him with a warm smile and a hug that lasts all too long, and he does the same. Just for a moment, everything is normal.

. . .

For all of the affection you had given each other at the door, the tension that filled your living room after was miasmic. You both sat awkwardly on the loveseat, periodically shifting around.

‘I can’t take this anymore. I'M GOING INSANE HERE!’

“So, did you want to talk to me about something? Did something happen?” You could have burst a blood vessel right there.

“Did something happen? Jongho, pray tell. When was the last time you saw me?”

“About… two weeks ago…” The silence that followed was deadly, and all you could do was cross your legs and look at him. Shifting on the couch, he fiddled with his fingers before clearing his throat awkwardly.

“Look… I’ve been… busy. You know how demanding my major is.”

“I’m an artist, and I always have time for you. Art and music are quite close in workload and nature, are they not?”

“You’ve been busy too, with Hyunjin. I didn’t want to interrupt you two.”

“I invited you over when Hyunjin wasn’t even here.”

“He’s been here? I thought you only worked in the studio.”

“He may be my study buddy, but he is also my friend. A friend which I was desperately in need of for the past two weeks.” He huffed at that, his cheeks and ears slowly warming, until even his nose was pink. He was frustrated. You were losing your patience, and he could tell by the glare cutting into the side of his head.

“Look, if you don’t want to talk to me, for whatever reason, tell me. I’m tired of going back and forth with myself about what I did or how you feel. I have my own life, and whether or not you want to be a part of it is your choice,” you said simply getting up from the couch to open the door. Though part of you was sure he would stay, the other part was petrified that he would get up and leave. If that door closes and he isn’t in the room, you think that your heart will stop beating. Or the world will stop turning.

“Wait… do you promise not to think I’m an idiot?”

“No,” you fight a smile as you sat back down beside him, a supernova of hope going off in your heart. He smiles, and you see colors for the first time in two weeks. His laugh invades your senses, and you smell the cologne he always puts on after he showers; for a moment, you are home. Then the room went silent, and all you could do was hold out your pinky.

“I promise.” He sighs when his pinky loops into yours, holding onto it, and putting your hand in his lap. You pray he can’t hear the way your breath hitches, and he hopes you can’t feel how fast his heart is beating.

“Did you miss me at all? When you were with him?”

“I miss you every second my hand isn’t in yours.”

“I feel like an idiot.”

“Why?” His fingers intertwine with yours as he caresses the back of your palm.

“I saw how happy you looked beside him, how similar you guys are. How much he can really help you. I mean, he’s an artist. For the first time in my life, I was scared that you would leave me. I know, we’re just college friends, we may be bound to lose contact in the future. But the thought… I just can’t take it. So, I left first. I wanted to prove that I could live without you.” He is gripping your hand now, his head hung low. His breath hitches loudly, and for the first time in years, you see him cry. Your voice coos out, as your free arm wraps around him.

“Fuck…” You sniffle as the lump in your throat reaches a fever pitch, “well… can you?”

“...No.” When he says that, something in you shatters and rebuilds itself, so many emotions flood you at once, and it wrenches a sob out of you.

“Don’t cry…”

“You’re one to talk…” and suddenly the sobs are mixed with laughter. The world is so much brighter when he is around.

“I’m sorry. I’m too jealous and too headstrong. If you were to be in love with him, I would still want to be in your life. Even if it means I won’t be able to talk to you as much. I swear that if the world ended, I would only need you to survive.”

“In love with him?” you giggled, tears still escaping your eyes, “Why would I be in love with Hyunjin?”

“I don’t know… your similarities. How soft he is around you. He makes affection with you look so easy.”

“That’s just what he is like Jongho. Even if Hyunjin were to have feelings for me, which I guarantee he doesn’t, I still would have to reject him. No one could ever compare to the way you make me feel. The way you make me hurt.” Three words burn in your throat, as you eyed Jongho’s reaction. You want nothing more than to feel his lips on yours. You burn for him.

“You don’t like him?”

“He’s nothing more than a friend to me.”

“What am I to you?” You smiled nervously as silence settled in the air.

“You first,” shifting softly in your arms, he looks at you with confusion.

“What do you mean?”

“I want to hear you say it Jongho. After all, I didn’t avoid you. Write me a song. Tell me how you feel.” You smiled mischievously, leaning into him. Suddenly, his hand is untangling from yours, opting to gently massage the crest of your hip.

“You’re such a bully.” He is inches from you now, you can feel his breath. Was time always this slow? You’re getting too impatient.

“Tell me, Choi Jongho, what am I to you?”

“...You’re the person I want to spend the rest of my life with. I want to make lyrics that only you understand. I want to sing songs that only you can hear. I want to be yours, in every sense. All I want in return is your love, your time, and your patience. Without you, I’m a fish out of water. I need you like the current needs the moon. I want to dress you in the rings of Saturn, I want to form your name from the remnants of stars. The divine was inspired by you. All I’ve ever wanted was you. I’ve needed a lot of things, but none of those things matter without you.” He was pulling you closer now, his hand sliding to your waist, his eyes flickering from your lips to your eyes. Brown had always been your favorite color, it was the color of everything warm. It was home. You had loved him long before you knew him.

“Every painting has been dedicated to you, Jongho. I need the yellows of your warmth, the reds of your anger, the blues of your sadness, the greens of your jealousy. Every color I’ve ever painted has been you, every color I could never imagine is you. You are the sun and the grass. The mystery of the forests and the deepest seas. Paint me with your love. All I want from you is you. Unadulterated, unfiltered, and untethered. I may not be as eloquent as you; my art comes in form of pictures, not words. I could paint you in colors I’ve never seen, but they are so familiar to me. You are so familiar to me. You are my home. Your love is better than any pigment, and I need you just like you need me. I need your lips on mine. I will be your willing canvas.”

Finally, your lips meet, and you feel the universe in his touch. He tastes like chocolate. You are burning in his grasp, yet you are the most comfortable you have ever been. When you pull away for air, he chases you, eyes low, irises painting the world brown. You place a finger to his lips with a laugh, and he sighs, hands cupping your hand, and kisses your finger. You feel red hot. His eyes open fully, taking in the sight of you.

“You are my stars, my asteroids, my planets. You’re my love belt.”

#ssolphite #choi jongho #jongho #ateez fic #ateez #ateez jongho #ateez fluff #fluff #fanfic #fanfiction #jongho fluff

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bigdumbbambieyes · 2 years

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Billy and Max sibling content owns my heart rn and I wanted to do some justice or a small fix-it for them post S3 if Billy survived. this is more one-sided sibling content since it’s mostly Max reflecting on things, but then Steve fucking Harrington wormed his way into this and now I’m thinking about how Max and Billy’s relationship could have an effect on Steve and Billy’s and vice versa. consider this a part one because i will write a part 2 or 3 if even one person expresses interest 😂

Max & Billy, Steve Harrington, post-S3 hurt/comfort

tw hospital atmosphere, mention of tracheotomy for ventilator use, mention of feeding tube, mention of wounds

@black-wolf066 i feel like you’d maybe appreciate this? we both want more Billy and Max sibling content and I am nothing if not a provider, so…🤍

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Max is at the hospital for the rest of the summer after Starcourt. Not because she needs to be, she’s mostly fine, but she wants to be there - and if she doesn’t, who’s going to visit Billy?

She gets Steve to drop her off every time her mom can’t, and she figures that maybe he feels guilty because he never says ‘no’.

Not guilty enough to come up and see Billy, though.

Not like there’s much to see, she supposes. Billy’s been in a coma ever since he was pulled from the mall, actually declared dead for a few minutes before they’d managed to revive him and immediately put him under. She still can’t decide if she’s happy or not that he survived.

But, despite the complexity of her emotions and feelings, she knows one thing: she wants to be there for him. He was shitty to her and she was shitty back, but he didn’t deserve what had happened to him. Maybe.

The way he’d begged and sobbed in that hot sauna still haunts her. She’d wanted to help but she had no idea how to, not when the Mindflayer had its claws sunk so deep into Billy. She hadn’t thought it possible to get him back, until she’d seen it herself, but even then it was too late. All she could do was cry over his body, wanting so desperately for him to get up, because he was strong. He worked out every day, he could do it, it should’ve been so easy—

“Hey - we’re here.”

Blinking out of her thoughts, Max glanced out of the window to see the familiar building before looking back over at her driver.

Steve is, as usual, biting the inside of his cheek and looking at her a little funny. Like he’s trying to figure her out.

“Oh,” she clears her throat with a nod, “Yeah, thanks. My mom can pick me up after her shift, so…”

“So you don’t need a ride back. Got it.”

Their relationship isn’t much. They’ve been through things together, yeah, but they’re not close. Not like him and Dustin, at least. But they’re close enough for Steve to understand that these visits to the hospital are important to her.

She offers him a tiny smile in thanks before climbing out, shutting the door and giving a wave before going in, shouldering her backpack as she does.

The sterile scent is always a little nauseating. Clean, sharp, invading. But it’s familiar now, and she takes the stairs up to that same room she frequents, listening to the sound of her shoes gently squeaking in the quiet hallways.

Room 211.

The beeping of the heart monitor greets her first as she pushes the door in, leaving it wide open as she goes into the room and sees Billy there, still asleep and still breathing thanks to the machines around and in him.

“Hey,” she says softly as she goes over to her usual spot: in the brown chair beside his bed, her back to the window. She shoulders off her bag and sits, placing the bag between her legs as she takes a moment to look at him, searching for any minute differences.

But there’s nothing. His eyelashes are longer than before, though. His blond hair is the same, maybe needs a wash. His skin is still a little pale, even with his summer tan. His lips are dry. His jaw is rough with stubble.

He’s still Billy, even with the tube in his neck and nose and the wounds healing under thick gauze.

“I, um…brought some music,” she says as she unzips her bag and pulls out her walkman, along with a few of his favourite tapes, “Don’t be mad, but I did go into your room to get these…” she mutters as she pulls out the tape from the Black Sabbath case and shoves it into her walkman. She places the headphones carefully next to his head on the pillow and presses ‘play’, turning the volume up just enough for the music to flow out through the soft spongey speakers.

Ensuring the walkman is settled on the bed next to Billy’s hand, she digs into her backpack again, pulling out her homework this time. It’s easier to get it done here than at home, and sometimes she likes to ask Billy if he knows the answer to some of her math equations - it makes her giggle, in a slightly twisted way. She’s sure he would appreciate the joke.

And she likes to pretend that this is quality time with her brother. That they’re bonding. And it’s fucking pathetic and sad as hell, but it’s better than nothing. Better than what they had before.

The thought makes her pause, her hands gripping her notebook tight as her bottom lip quivers. Her eyes prick with tears. Her cheek warm. The lump forms in her throat.

Here it comes.

She can’t help it and she doesn’t bother to, not anymore. She shoves her notebook and papers aside to bury her face in the starchy hospital sheets, her sobs muffled as she grips the blanket in her hands and cries for her brother, for herself. For what she’s sorry for and what she wishes she could tell him if he were awake.

She cries so hard she doesn’t hear the first time someone clears their throat.

When she hears it the second time, she looks up at Billy, her face wet and hot and full of hope until she sees him still asleep. She glances over at the door and feels shame wash over her.

Steve looks just as embarrassed and uncomfortable, his expression twisted to show it, and he mumbles, “Sorry.”

“It’s fine,” she mutters even though it’s not.

“Should…” he makes an almost funny attempt to step back and forth, totally and clearly unsure of how to proceed, “Should I go?”

And she wants to say ‘yes’. She wants to tell Steve to leave, to get out, because this is her time with her brother and she’s clearly grieving something bigger than her - but then she realizes that Steve is here. In Billy’s hospital room. He had to sign in as a visitor downstairs, under Billy Hargrove.

Billy’s first non-familial visitor in the almost three weeks he’s been here.

So, she shakes her head ‘no’ and watches him step further into the room, those big brown eyes peeking at Billy and widening as he sees the machines her brother is hooked up to.

“Oh,” he blinks, his lips parted in shock, and she wants to laugh at him but she doesn’t.

Instead, she wipes the tears from her cheeks and sniffles wetly, resting her chin on top of her hands as she eyes her brother with Steve, watching Billy’s damaged chest slowly move up and down with the ventilator.

“Sometimes I just sit here and, um,” she wipes at her nose, pausing as she furrows her brows, “I read somewhere that sleep…heals your body. It wipes away all the ‘bad’ stuff in it. So, when I’m here, like this, I just…imagine his blood cells cleaning up his lungs and heart and stomach and wherever they need to.”

She glances over at Steve, who has this unreadable expression on his face, and she laughs wryly, “I know it’s stupid.”

“It’s not stupid,” Steve insists quietly.

“It is,” she smirks, but there’s nothing behind it - no malice, no amusement, no sarcasm, nothing. She’d learned that from Billy. “But, it helps. I like to think he’s getting better, rather than just…wasting away on this bed with tubes stuck in him.”

They fall into silence again, the sounds of the machines doing little to swallow up the sound of Black Sabbath playing through the headphones, which Steve hears.

“You play music? For him?” He asks curiously, hovering at the foot of Billy’s bed now, his eyes trained on the walkman.

She nods and wipes at her face as she straightens in her seat, “Yeah. I don’t know if he hears it or not, but if I were to be in his place, I’d want someone to play me something. Talk to me. Be with me.”

Steve nods in agreement or understanding, maybe both, and she can’t help but to stare at him. He notices and gives her a tight smile.

“What are you doing here, anyway?” She finally asks.

The way his smile falls makes her feel a little bad, but only a little. No one gave a shit about Billy, and Steve didn’t have a good relationship with him to begin with, so to see him standing here is…strange.

And maybe Steve doesn’t know why, either, because he shoves his hands into his pockets with a small shrug, eyeing Billy again. “I, um,” he starts, brows furrowing, “I guess I’m just…curious.”

“Curious?”

“Yeah.”

“About..?”

Steve looks at her again, chewing his bottom lip as he thinks. Max knows Steve isn’t stupid. He may have his moments, sure, but he’s smart in his own way.

“I guess I’m curious about how you…go about forgiveness…and understanding,” he tilts his head towards Billy, “Him.”

Maybe she’d given him too much credit.

Her face twists a little, both in disbelief and confusion as she reiterates, “You’re standing at the foot of my unconscious brother’s hospital bed because you’re curious as to how I, his sister, forgive and understand him?”

Steve’s lips purse a little and he shifts his weight foot to foot, eyeing the ceiling with a soft sigh because she’s hit the nail on the head, so to speak.

But the question now is why?

“Why?” She asks.

Steve’s eyes widen again, a little, and he pulls out a hand to gesture weakly at Billy with it, staring right into her eyes, “Because he fucking sacrificed himself for us and I’ve spent the last three weeks wondering what the hell for?” He quasi-explains, although he does sound a bit frantic and unsure.

Max sighs and sits back in her chair, arms crossing over her chest as she looks to Billy. “That makes two of us,” she mumbles, flicking her gaze back to Steve when he goes over to the other chair by the door and pulls it over to the bed, so he’s sitting across from Max.

And then they stare at each other, for a moment. Max wonders what he might be thinking about - if he has questions or if he wants to know more about Billy, or how to move on from here, because he did mention forgiveness and understanding. And those two things are hard to get with Billy. Always have been and probably always will be.

But there’s no harm in trying.

Steve settles in his chair, deeper, like he’s getting ready to stay a while, and sighs, “So…what do you usually talk to him about?”

And she wonders how Billy will react, when he finally wakes up and she tells him that Steve Harrington was the first to visit him.

Maybe he’ll laugh. Maybe he’ll be shocked. Maybe he won’t care.

They’ll just have to wait and see.

#billy hargrove #max mayfield #steve harrington #hargrove mayfield siblings #eventual harringrove #hurt/comfort #although i don’t know how comforting this was lol #i’m so tempted to write more so maybe this is part 1 #bambiwrites

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Know No Fear 4

uh oh it's reunion time ffvii remake is invading calth as well

like gene-father, like gene-son guilliman's bad decision making is inherited through the geneseed

this is about these two but it's also about guilliman

oh we're back to Thiel vs a cool daemon also thiel figured out that older weapons work better against daemons but he's worried if he tells people they'll just dismiss it as superstition

thiel and this other dude are going door to door killing daemons "every door, a new horror" also, huh, I am now wondering if this was deliberate every time i thought it was setting up for a character to die for sure, they would have died in a horror movie they survived the guy with the wife and the vet he's buddies with, Old Person, Ventanus actually getting reinforcements that weren't a trick

this is why people don't like you guys

sometimes, the dead aren't dead

guilliman's problem is that, when he gets like this there's no one on his level who is able to tell him to knock it off but yeah they really are all like this, huh oh boy time for a new guy also, reading this book first really gave me a skewed idea of what happened at Monarchia

is it crack???? is it crack that you all smoke????

or is this just them all trying desperately to justify it to themselves and internally rewriting what happened

they really are just all eternal teen boys

congratulations the bar was in hell and you actually managed to wiggle over it oh welp

they're still wiggling over the bar but they're wiggling a bit closer

ope look at that a direct consequence of breaking your code daemon time

bruh really??

oh so he realized he was lying to himself seeing this, she casually threw aside a large rock

get lorelei'd idiot owo more Thiel POV he's in spaaace space fights…alas he is outnumbered 8:1 honestly i would have rioted if Thiel had bit it

OH WAIT RANE DIDNT DIE??

I CANT BELIEVE IT also, Old Person is old he was at Verdun

and Old Person makes an improvised bayonet with a ritual knife from a dead enemy okay he's even older Austerlitz so a century back from wwi

THIS DUDE HAS THE BEST LUCK OF LITERALLY ANY BIT CHARACTER IN A HORROR NOVEL EVER he got lorelei'd TWICE and managed to come out of it

oh holy shit does Ventanus get lucky nothing is working and the only weapon he has is the Word Bearer's ritual knife aka one of the only things in this book we've seen that seems to kill daemons oh! back to Thiel! things aren't looking good

I need a Hero starts playing in the background

i know it was plot armour (and there's more to come) but this was a cool moment and i did NOT expect this

abnett please stop with the clunky prose

GIANT FACEPALM

ROB ROB

YOURE GONNA GET STABBED BY AN EVIL KNIFE starting a long and "proud" tradition

AAAAA this scene ;-;

;-; "for a second, Ventanus envies her loss"

annnd yep guilliman got bodied by someone below his power level time for evil knife

guilliman: you know if i had a nickel for every time i was in this position, I'd have two nickels. Which isn't a lot but you'd think I'd learn.

thiel had to deal with this twice except by the second time, he was friends with Guilliman

okay, this was just cheap so, Guilliman put his power claw through Kor Phaeron's chest at least ONE OF THEM should have died from this they both have plot armour also why didn't the knife work on guilliman??? it sure worked on Horus there should have been long term consequences GUILLIMAN LITERALLY TAKES KOR PHAERONS HEART OUT sigh anyways, Tawren gets to be cool how many orbital weapons is she controlling rn? yes she's the one who actually turns the tables and makes this not a valiant last stand with a bare remnant surviving

looks like team rocket's blasting off againnnnnn

so guilliman and thiel are now besties, at least

epilogue time!

stay classy, Ultramarines and thus the ultramarines became mortal enemies with the word bearers anyways, it's overall a good book, aside from the plot armour and some of the clunkiness of the prose (and the weird Perpetual stuff)

#warhammer 40k #bluejay reads warhammer

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lunar-insanity · 2 months

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Aight @britishsass tagged me and it looks like fun! Lessee... Five Songs I'm Currently into.

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Let's start off with Poison! I haven't really kept up well with Hazbin Hotel or Helluva, but the songs will eventually invade my dash and DAMN! S'great song, animation in the show for the song is great too, fav part is absolutely the end stanza

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Aaah Luck Runs Out from Epic. I just love chorus so much! And "Don't forget how dangerous the Gods are!" Is such a good starting point for any scene in my head, with one trying to warn the other so desperately

This is a new one I discovered recently and it's really good to have just looping for a while. You need a "You'll be fine" song? Here's your song

Can I just dump a whole album on here?

I'm just gonna chuck this entire album on here. If I'm listening to the Maybe Man, I'm listening to the WHOLE DAMN ALBUM. It's... honestly the closest to how I feel bout my life rn. Especially "DJ Is Crying For Help" and "Inertia"

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Last one is Hand of God. I will BELT this thing out with all the strength I've got. It's got so much power and I love how everything crescendos in the 2nd half of the song. The building choir just... Beautiful

~ I don't got anyone I can really tag so Imma leave it here with some honorable mentions!

Yosemite and Jericho by Iniko Devotion by Amalee Savage Daughter by Ekaterina Shelehova Next Up Forever by AJR Creative Mind by Nathan Wagner A Little Theorizing by Stupedium Self-Proclaimed Angel by KAT Haunted by Laura Les EPIC by Jorge Rivera-Herrans

#my music playlists are just the most eclectic mix of music ever #You got rock; some pop; video game songs; I've liked a couple rap songs #chances are if you give me a song to listen to #I may like it #Youtube

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Okay got bored of deciphering my own notes, have some scribbled out character background notes (incomplete) for the Brazilians, as they hold the early plot. I also started on a few others, but I'll save them for another time as this is getting far far too long. Forever's feels a bit small, but like. I know his stuff less well and there's fewer complications. Not nearly as many kidnappings for a start.

(For purposes of this AU, XCOM is the Order and ADVENT [ie world-government of invading aliens] is the Federation. Cucuruchos are.. Well. You'll see. If I ever write it.)

Forever - current commanding officer. Was a member of the Order when it first formed, being dragged over from a fledgling if somewhat corrupt political career to serve as a liason between the government and a multi-national anti-alien military organisation. He was prompted to his position by means of dead man's boots; when the original HQ was destroyed, he clawed his own way out of the rubble, picked up a gun, and followed Cellbit's example in raising hell. Since then he's picked up a few more survivors, a lot of new recruits, and everyone listens to him for no reason he can quite work out except maybe they just desperately need someone to listen to. Has been working on anti-alien resistance since the invasion. Exhausted, in pain, he lost a lot when the original HQ was destroyed and the Order legally disbanded, more when the world surrendered to the aliens, and even more when the few survivors he had found were kidnapped or vanished. At this point he's mostly just surviving on the vain hope he can find the other Brazilians - winning against the Federation seems too much rn, but maybe he can find them and run away. Clues do seem to be leading him that way, so long as they are from someone friendly... From a certain standpoint, his severe depression and mental distress following the invasion should probably have him found unfit for duty. Unfortunately this is true of most of their people, and also there isn't really anyone else for people to band around. So he takes meds Aypierre brewed up, and hopes for the best.

Cellbit - currently missing, presumed dead. Was one of the most terrifying people in the old Order as according to their enemies, dabbling his hand in research and being a vicious killer of aliens. With knife alone he had more kills than most senior members. His earliest memories are of being a teenager fighting for his life in a warzone; it is presumed he was local when the war started (usual, human on human war), and just got caught up in it (which... may or may not be true). Had been in prison with Pac & Mike, but was caught and brought back. At that point he was given two options - join the then fledgling Order, or go back to prison. He chose the first, and his reuniting with Tazercraft was awkward to say the least. Over time he became the most highly ranked soldier in the Order, and also one of the best respected - he had an exceptional eye for important details, and was often found in the labs helping with the research. The fact he was technically working for them as a sort of punishment got forgotten as the situation got more dire. When the HQ fell towards the end of the war he was counted among the dead. However, of late, mysterious caches have started showing up, leading Forever and his team towards... Something. While nothing has been proven, Cellbit was well known for his love of puzzles, ciphers, and being a bit of an elusive weirdo. Forever, last of the Brazilian unit still active, desperately hopes the messages are from Cellbit, and that what they are leading him to are what he thinks it is...

Bagi - not yet recruited. Bagi has been looking for her brother for many years, ever since she gave the slip on a secret research facility. She doesn't remember much - if anything - about it, but she knows it once existed, and that is where she and her twin were from. Perhaps their parents worked there, perhaps something more sinister, leaving made her forget too much to remember. Her life was sacrificed for her brother and her chase, crashing against strange... Things at every turn. The alien war was only of note to her because it ruined her chances of breaking her brother out of prison, and she had no legal identity or skills to get in to the then government-funded Order. Once, just once, she nearly caught him - she hasn't seen him since. When the invasion was finalised, Bagi was caught up in one of the major cities - one of the ones where the bombs dropped were bioweapons, somehow twisting human flesh. By good luck and having a gas mask on her due to being a traveller in a war, she survived, only to be chased by undead in the city streets. Better than aliens, still undead. In time she found others, either other survivors of the bombs or people who fled into the ruins for desperation. Some of these survivors bought news of the fall of the Order HQ, and with it - though they did not know it yet - her brother's death. With nothing left Bagi stayed with them, learning stealth and combat and that an alien's flesh is edible, if prepared right. Recently, however, she has heard rumours of if not her brother then people who would know what happened to him returning, and it rekindled a small spark. While she detests the former-Federation workers who have formed their own resistance faction, she volunteered to meet with one as the new Order was facilitating and ensuring no violence from either party, and she hoped to catch someone with information she could use.

Felps - currently missing, presumed dead. A relatively junior officer under the old Order, but also the glue which stuck things together. Felps was technically speaking Cellbit's overseer while he's serving his time as a fighter instead of a prisoner. Despite being severely wounded during the escape attempt, he actually volunteered for the job. He turned a blind eye to a lot of Cellbit's chaos, and also to Pac & Mike's very presence in the Order, earning him friendship and favours from all three of them. He also befriended Forever, becoming the glue which first stuck the five together. He was at the HQ when it was attacked, and has not been seen since. Recently, however, a series of clues has been uncovered by agents of the new Order. While they are trying not to get too hopeful, all evidence indicates that they /might/ be leading to Felps... But if he died at HQ as everyone believes, what precisely does that mean?

Pac & Mike - once a unit, ever a unit. Currently missing, presumed dead. Were the Chief Engineers of the original Order. Their recruitment in the first place was messy - having just broken out of prison, Pac was severely injured. Mike, looking for any sort of medicine, ran into an alien attack. By the time actual forces arrived to help he'd rigged their own explosives to blow, and taken them out. Needing more people they tried to recruit him then; his price was getting Pac actual medical care. While Pac was recovering he'd be sent out on missions, but once they discovered just how deep his engineering knack was - and that Pac, playing with robotics for something to do while recovering from major surgery, was similar - the two were asked to start developing better armour, weapons, medkits, etc. They took to it like a house on fire. The two escaped the destruction of the original Order HQ not via clawing their way out of the rubble like Forever, but simply because they were out gathering parts for their latest project at the time. As soon as they heard the news they went to ground, years of criminal activity helping them hide. It was during this time they picked up Tubbo, and started training him too. Forever found them again when the three were blowing up Federation buildings for fun, and dragged them back in. They managed a while with the new resistance, doing much as they did before. One day they went out to gather parts for an airship they had been trying to repair to make a new base, and neither has been seen since. Officially they are missing, but the general assumption is they are dead.

#qsmp x xcom #I hate how much of bagi's is about her brother but her life is kinda like that #and also how short forever's is lol #tubbo's and fit's are actually written but phil's is causing me problems #so i'll probs finish them off and maybe add a few extra guys... eventually #like wilbur #oh gdi i forgot pre-prison tazercraft #tldr orphans in orphange abused there #ended up on streets when it closed #turned to crime were good at it #were fairly comfy doing their thing but wanted the adrenaline again and money for some experiments #did an oopsie and got caught #there's a lot of horrific stuff in there yay

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If I am guessing your cryptic question right, stonathan or steddie? Which one do I prefer? See more chemistry in? Is that it?

I saw more chemistry between Steddie honestly. Maybe because Eddie was openly flirty and Steve was flustered most of the time around him.

Stonathan - I don't see the chemistry that much because Jon did beat him up for insulting his family and him. Even though Steve came to apologise, it was more like a formality rather than a stepping stone to friendship. They could have been friends, but they didn't. For Jon, Steve is an immature idiot that he fought one time.

I have read one Stonathan fic and I couldn't see the chemistry there. It was a nice fic, but the chemistry was missing, I felt. But the Steddie fics have chemistry.

Jon honestly has more chemistry with Argyle than Steve.

I would love to hear your thoughts, Denise.

mmmmmm my lawyer told me to tell you tht i can neither confirm nor deny these assumptions but tht i Can reply to u otherwise <3 so hiii, anon 👋

that's fair. s1 jonathan and steve are works in progress for sure and then they drift apart again as their connections to nancy change. i do think that jancy's talk at the end can be interpreted as a hint that they'll interact again though, allowing jonathan to see firsthand what nancy meant, so maaaaaybe smth of some sort will happen there? who knows lol.

but! i do think that the apology was more than a formality. steve was really intent on going over there and making things right, he really felt like he'd fucked up and he wasn't expecting nancy to be there. he went for jonathan and really wanted to make things right with him. there was a desperate kind of sincerity there i felt in joe's portrayal. and then he seemed really pleased when jonathan received his gift later on! so, like. yk. i think jonathan's the one holding more resentment / preconceived notions than steve rn, which is understandable considering he doesn't know him like that, and why i think they planted tht seed i mentioned at the end there. there could still be more to them and i think there likely is!

tbh though i feel like i'd need more scenes with them to be able to say anything abt their chemistry on-screen. i get more ✨⚡️ from steve for those reasons tht i mentioned than i do jonathan rn. jonathan has had his defenses up too high n been too cold thus far, n charlie really sells tht n jon's trust issues lol. maybe it'll change in s5, maybe it won't.

as for steddie... i feel like you can say some of the same things? they became kind of friends towards the end there because eddie went to go save him and they had that little bonding moment where eddie opened up to him and got in his good graces. also... i feel like eddie's actions can be taken that way, but he's also a touchy-feely invades-your-personal-space kind of dude with other characters too. and i didn't really feel any electricity or interest there from steve's side, kind of the opposite of the stonathan situation. like joe wasn't leaning into what people believe joseph was.

it felt like interactions between a heroic jock who aggravatingly really is more than what people say and a freak who's had to puff his chest up n act tougher than he really is to survive, and how they navigate that as young men. like actually tough vs pretends to be. and there's a a kind of sheepishness on eddie's side where the freak who talks abt how others are so quick to judge n be hostile is now being saved n helped n treated well by someone tht he did all of tht to, this kind of ... ingratiating n dare i say submissive mannerisms tht i think ppl read as just flirting.

and then steve's mostly just there, taking this in and occupying the same space as him, more focused on the others, but still wanting to be nice n give his thanks bc he's just that guy n does it with everyone. he's chuffed tht eddie's blowing smoke up his ass, but i don't view him as being bewitched. when did you find steve to be flustered? i'd like to go back and watch, maybe i'll see it this time :)

jargyle my beloved 💚 i think it helps tht argyle is jonathan's friend, so there's naturally going to be this easygoing flow between them tht wouldn't be present in his scenes with steve. i think they play off each other wonderfully, but.. hm. idk. there's chemistry yes bc they definitely sell that safe harbor you're my only friend ride or die kind of relationship, but it's not like ... tht Charged kind of chemistry, if tht makes sense?

thank u for answering :)

#asks #i'm afraid i'm too sleepie to reread this so hopefully it's not tooooooo rambly 🫣

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factorialsfandoms · 2 years

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Day 3 - A Hair’s Breadth From Death

I... Apparently do also want to do impaled oops. Hyrule Warriors Link finds his first My Fairy fairy!!! PoV... The fairy??? Specifically the light fairy from H7 on the basic Adventure Map, here named Punkin

Content warning, I feel kinda obviously, for horrible horrible injuries to someone very small and sweet (I’d get you a screenshot of her but um housemate has the switch rn), also some torture.

Punkin awoke screaming. It was not in a fairy’s nature to do so, but the agony was too much to do anything but. She had no idea how long it had been since she was pulled from the sky and shoved into a bottle, but certainly enough time has passed - no longer is she in the open fields, playing with her sisters. She is not even in the ornamental gardens, fleeing with all her strength as monsters invaded their mother’s fountain. Instead, she found herself inside a stone building, her body and mind in agony.

Desperately her magic tried to heal the injuries, but to no avail - it could not heal with something still in the way. Instead it just drained and drained, her strength and life sapping alongside her magic.

What was the point of this? What possibly could be the point? If they stole everything from her, they could not even force her to help!

Stifling a sob alongside her screams, Punkin could do nothing to stop the instinctual need to /live/, to heal her body. Even as it was that healing killing her.

For she was not just impaled on sticks or branches or even brass, but with cold, hard iron.

Just by a few pins, but it was enough to be killing her - two in each wing, spreading them flat. One in each hand, forcing her arms to her sides. One through both feet, keeping them still. One through her abdomen and one through each shoulder, keeping her torso too still and on the board to which she was binned.

She could not sob - moving her chest would only do more damage - but how could she not? Agony and fire both radiated out from every pin, absorbing her magic and stealing her breath. There was nothing she could do to remove them, only pray to the great mothers that her captors would soon come and grant her a swifter release.

Punkin had no doubts about the fact she was about to die. It terrified her and broke her, the idea of being unmade, the magic that formed the essence of herself being torn completely to shreds.

Her screams continued until her throat was raw, and then until there was nothing left.

Nobody came. She did not expect them to.

Still in agony, she could do nothing but pant. Her vision was dark, but she could still hear - long she listened in silence, until from outside she heard the sounds of fighting.

Fighting? The Hylians? She... She had heard that the Hylians were fighting the monsters - maybe, maybe... Maybe she could get help after all!

Once again Punkin tried to scream, only to find her voice was gone. It was raw and lost, causing her to choke as she just tried to force out enough air.

The movement of the choking caused the pins in her shoulders to rip more of her flesh, more magic leaking from impossible wound.

Desperate, desperate, she reached out with her magic - looking for anything she could possibly reach. It brushed against a mind, but she had too little left for any more.

Having exhausted the last of her reserves, Punkin fell limp, gravity straining the pins in her body even more.

Vision dark and body not responding, she could yet hear - clung to the noises as proof of her continued life.

The fighting stopped, orders were shouted, and footsteps came. The sound of vomiting, and a yell of “Captain!”

More boots ran quickly, lighter than the last. There was no vomiting this time, but the gasp of horror - no, two gasps of horror - were audible all the same.

Weakly, Punkin tried to do anything - anything - to get their attention. Maybe they were as bad as the monsters, just as her mother had claimed, maybe they were friends, as her sister had said. It did not really matter, Punkin just knew that she /did not want to *die*/ and they were her only hope to live.

There was a fluttering that came closer - another fairy? - and a gentle press of magic on her mind.

Punkin was too weak to resist it, but too weak to provide anything but the briefest glimmer of consciousness in return.

A tiny hand grabbed her hand, careful of the pin yet offering Punkin the tiniest thread of magic all the same.

Greedily she absorbed it - it was not enough even to stave off the drain from the metal pins impaling her body, but it was enough to slow it.

“Oh no oh no oh no,” came a fretting voice, in the familiar shrill of the fairies speaking Hylian. “Link! Link, you have to help her! Quickly!”

And then, the same voice, softer more as the new fairy shifted to speaking in their own chirping tongue, “big sister? Big sister can you hear me? It’s going to be okay! Link will get you free! He’s the best! He always saves everyone, it’s going to be okay, I promise-”

The other fairy kept talking, but there were fingers on one of the pins, the one in the hand being held - the pain somehow spiked and all sensation was lost a moment, only for Punkin to return to herself, finding the other fairy now clinging with both hands, and that pin gone.

“Shhh bif sister,” the other fairy continued to chirp. “We’re helping, I promise, it’ll be over soon.”

Punkin’s body somehow found the strength to make another, hoarse sob as the pins were pulled from her shoulders.

As steady hands pulled the pin from her abdomen she whited out again.

By the time she came too she was wrapped in something every so soft, its warmth trying to save her fading limbs. The other fairy was no light fairy nor fire - unable to heal Punkin or to warm her - but kept clinging to her hand none the less.

“-the great fairy is gone, but the water will help!” The other fairy was once again speaking shrill Hylian.

It made Punkin’s ears ache.

Whatever the reply it could not be verbal, for Punkin heard nothing.

Or mayhaps that was just her consciousness fading once again...

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Punkin awoke trying to scream, but her voice was lost. Her body and wings burned in agony, but there was a gentle hand running through her hair and another, much larger, one supporting her back.

She was floating in water that tasted of magic and safety, though the protection was gone.

Mother’s fountain. Mother’s fountain, and yet... And yet mother was gone.

Unable to speak or to scream, Punkin still managed to groan.

“Big sister?” the voice of a fairy chirped. “You’re safe now, Link will look after you... Just wake up soon? We’re very worried about you.”

With six holes in her body and four in her wings, Punkin struggled to open her eyes. When she did, she found another pair boring into hers. Bright blue, and belonging to a fairy somehow even younger than Punkin herself - and Punkin had been the youngest of her fountain.

She just hoped her big sisters had managed to mistake.

The fairy child grinned at her, bouncing a little as she moved to the side, “hi! I’m Proxi, and this is Link, and he’s going to beat up all of the bad guys! So don’t worry, because him and me are gonna keep everyone safe!”

In the fountain of a dead great fairy it was obviously a lie, but Punkin appreciated the attempt.

Looking up from Proxi, she found the owner of the hand on which she lay. Green tunic, blue scarf, blonde hair and lonely eyes.

Cautious of her magic levels, Punkin reached out, gently touching his mind. Her own desperation and fear tainted his thoughts, but... But she found no ill intent. Nothing harsh there.

Still weak, still healing, she splashed deeper into the water.

“What’s your name, big sister? I bet its a pretty name!” Proxi asked, still kneeling in the sacred water.

Punkin tried to answer - it was the least she could do - but... But when she opened her mouth, no sound came. Nothing but hoarse coughing when she pushed it too far.

Proxi grabbed her as she choked on her own throat, frantically rubbing at her back, “okay! It’s okay! You can wait, we can ask later, the army will be camping here a little while! Right Link? We can stay until Big Sister is healed?”

A nod from the man, or maybe a boy. Had he hurt his throat too?

“See?” Proxi said, a little gentler now. “And once you’re all better... We’ll help you find somewhere to go! Somewhere safe.”

The fairy child that was Proxi pulled Punkin into such a careful hug, and Link’s fingers curled a little protectively around.

Everything hurt, and nothing was okay, but maybe... Maybe she would be safe long enough to heal. Maybe, just maybe, she could survive yet. And if she did...

If she did she owed these two strangers a life debt, and maybe her magic was not strong, but she was a fairy of the light. And, like any fairy of her ilk, her magic was well equipped to heal.

And soldiers always needed healers in a war.

#whumptober2022 #no.3 #Impaled #Hyrule Warriors #fanfic #torture #serious injury #hurt/comfort #HW fanfic #HW Link #Proxi #My fairy fairies #next visit to castle town they set up the fairy garden so punkin can finish healing safely #and get her a basic dress!#fancy clothes come a little later once Link is more used to what's going on #and Link starts carrying bottled fountain water incase of more injuries #write time: 1 hour #once she's healed up she'll offer her services #she doesn't exactly have anywhere else to go...

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Blazar feels incomplete. I really do like the concept of a primitive ultra but I also feel blazar would be better off with an actual plot and overarching villain (maybe Blazar's God is an evil more advanced subspecies), more flashbacks on Blazar's planet and evolution of whatever lead to his Ultra race would be cool. Rn the show has the pieces but it feels like a burning fire is missing. What would you add for a plotline?

Quite a few people I talked to share similar sentiments as you

Tho I would argue that the series dosent even have pieces that could be linked at all

Cause literally nothing is going on since everything gets started and resolved by the end of the episode with no lasting consequences or implications. Like theres no expected climax, no building up to anything, and literally nothing is happening which makes each episode feels like the series is just going nowhere at all, where each episode after ep 2 feels like a brand new ep 3 after SKaRD is established, rinse and repeat

Theres literally no sense of direction in this series

But we do have similar thoughts on how it shouldve went as Ive also posted before here that since a new unique ultra origin has been introduced (M421), Id rather learn more about that and specifically about Blazar himself since everything else has literally no relevance beyond his own series. So, Blazar's own characterization, character development, and delving into M421 are strong, substantial points they shouldve went into.

(Tho I think they would be going into Blazar's God at some point since the uchuusen magazine bothered to point this fact out)

Rn theyre treating the Blazar series as an early Heisei series, that being every human character operates as if the titular Ultra dosent even exist until the last 8 mins of every episode (rmb when the Chief of Staff told Gento to investigate whether Blazar needs to be exterminated? Yeah no one remembers cause not even the show does)

Theyre basically treating the Ultra as a plot device rather than an actual character

So what I would first do is to treat Blazar as an actual character by having him being able to communicate somewhat with Gento and/or him trying to figure out where he was and learning about his new surroundings. And vice versa Gento actually carrying out his main mission to actively learn about Blazar

And this ties in with the information we got that Blazar did come from a black hole, but since he was later then also revealed to come from M421, I suspect that Blazar was trying to flee from something that caused him to take desperate measures to escape from it by jumping into a Black Hole, therefore ending up in another universe.

This character would then be the main antagonist. Tho, in order for it to be an overarching villain, the plot should be more complicated and involve more characters, but its just that the plot setting thus far dosent really allow for more interesting nor more complex plot developments, otherwise, even if u have a main antagonist, youll only be able to hear about only in the last 3 episodes or so (like X)

So imo, I would totally revamp the entire plot premise and have Blazar's species involved in some form of 3-way, large-scale battle involving 3 parties, Blazar's species, another primitive race of ultras, and a primitive kaiju species (might be a territorial dispute or its simply just a normal hunter-hunted type of conflict). Where both Blazar and the rival are stranded on Gento's earth while fighting so they both are recuperating and hiding from the kaiju species (Blazar's original form did not have the red and blue stripes, so that could be a hint that Blazar was injured), so for the first half of the series, Blazar has to deal with lesser versions of said kaiju species invading earth due to the spillover along with frequent fights with said rival

This eventually builds up to a final showdown between the both of them as the mid-series climax. But before either could deal the finishing blow, a greater (or Alpha) version of said kaiju shows up and interrupts the fight, forcing them both to band together to defeat it, with them ending up finally realizing that their tribes alone are far too weak to stand against the said kaiju race and they needed to band together to actually stand a chance (this revelation might not come right away but this should have them start thinking in this direction)

Then the 2nd half would cover the process of them forging their bonds and overcoming specialized versions of said greater kaiju until they inevitably encounter a final series boss level (An Apex?) version of it. And after finally defeating it, they both return to their own universe to aim to show their respective tribes on what they found and convince them to actually come to peace as its only a matter of time before both tribes gets eradicated by said kaiju species.

This is simple enough to fit within a single series and stay grounded as a series thats taking place on Earth which also serves as a gateway to the larger perspective of what M421 is going through rn which subsequent installments can delve into further

(I honestly already thought of how the movie plot could build up upon the series, various spin-offs as well as even how eventually it could tie into the meta plot of the Absolutians)

Thanks for the question!

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i just, i jus wanna kiss Inui rn. hes so prettyy

A/N: WTH APHELION JANDJSHJAS I WAS JUST THINKING ABOUT INUI HAHAHAHAH!!! this is such a nice coincidence. Listen! I was just thinking about how pretty he looks in heels! 😔💕 I’m sorry for the filth :c tagging @thevoidwriting because u gave me strength to post this.

Inui (inupi) Seishu x F!reader | ??? Words

Sum: Inui had brought a pair of high heels for you, but he knew who should try them first in order for you to keep them. And so he did. Very soft tbh

Warning: If you’re uncomfortable with pegging or femdoms pls don’t read what’s under the cut. 👀 | Smut MDNI, humping, pegging, dom!reader, sub!Inui. Not edited and no beta.

Inui looked so pretty in them, but he looked the prettiest with his little ass perked up for you—him whining against the couch on D&D motors as your bruising grip propelled your pushes forward. If only Draken knew what transpired in the shop every time he left Inui in charge.

Inui couldn't keep his mouth shut, not with how your hands grasped his hips, thrusting your strap in and out. You kept hitting that spot in his prostate; he felt hot, a full-body sensation, tingles in his groin. Your hand shifted towards his blond hair, pulling and making him stretch his neck in your direction. You could see his Adam’s apple bob in rhythm with your hips. Inui’s eyes were shining with unreleased tears as his mouth left tiny sounds in between puffs of hair—your name being one of them. Twisting your position, you felt Inui tense. The blond felt that building pressure hit the point of no return—his balls tensed as strings of sticky white cum dirtied the couch.

Now strap on the floor; grunts and moans filled the air as you pumped his cock, helping him with his release. A still panting Inui pulled you towards him, begging with his eyes. He still wanted your touch. He needed it. And you obliged, telling how he was such a good boy for you—always listening and eager for you. Kissing Inui is a fantastic experience, soft lips, long lashes fluttering against your cheeks, little mewls as your tongue invaded his mouth.

Somehow Inui ended on top of you as the kiss prolonged. He dragged his chest on yours just to feel your nipples roll on his skin. You felt his softening member stroke your folds; he was slightly humping his cock against your cunt.

“Oh? Does my baby wants more?” you cued at his desperate humps, the rocking of his hips never stopping.

Another mewl left Inui as he tried to speak; he knows you want answers, and Inui doesn't want you upset. So he tries, “I- I-” hot puffs of hair hit your sweaty skin, “I w- want you- u to feel g- good too,” he could barely let out as your juices dampened him the more he rubbed his cock against you.

Caressing his face, you saw the adoration in his eyes; how could you not let him have some more, “go ahead, baby,” you approved, and without wasting time, he shoved his semi-flaccid cock in you. Not yet hard due to his recent orgasm, “That’s it, you’re such a good boy for me,” you brushed your fingers through his hair. Whimpers and whines left Inui’s lips. From what? He didn't know. It could be from your gentle touch, your words, or the sensitivity of his cock and your warmth hugging him. Or all of them at the same time. But one thing he was sure of was that he never wanted to leave your arms.

#tw.pegging #tw.femdom #dom!reader #Inui Seishun x Reader #omi.thirst #tokyo revengers smut #omi.answers #aphelion #ITS REALLY SOFT BECAUSE INUI MAKES ME SOFT and warm in my heart :c he so pretty #inupi x reader #sub tokyo revengers #omificstags #tokyorev #tr

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