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xkaidaxxxx · 29 days

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Villain's love

Dabi x reader

Mentions: scolding, torture, pain, betrayal, heartache.

no proof read. Will be a part 2!

“You’re a disgrace to us heroes. How could you stoop so low and fall in love with a villain, and who is the right hand man of the leader of the LOV!” Midnight yelled. Mr.Aizawa, a.k.a your father called you to the principal's office. At first you thought it was about the fact you skipped school for 3 days while he was gone for hero duties. The big 3 are your best friends and they would beg you to attend class and you refused. “ What have you told him?” Principal Nezu asked sternly. All you could do is cry and grip your father’s shirt. “ I haven’t said anything and I don’t plan to.” you replied. “ How did you meet him? How do you even talk to him? These past couple days have you been with him?” Midnight asked so many questions it was overwhelming you. Aizawa gave a dirty look at her signaling to leave his daughter alone. “ I was walking out at night in the city because I needed to clear my mind and I wanted to be alone… There was a group of men… They tried raping me..they tore my clothes off…then Dabi beat them and burned them alive… He tossed his jacket to me due to my torn clothing… I knew he’s a villain..that he’s in the League of Villain. I was terrified and he saved me. I thanked him. He walked me back to campus..he stayed across the street hidden just in case. After about a week later we bumped into each other and we just talked..we set up a day and time to meet up. I needed to give his jacket back… we spent the whole saturday hanging out..No villain shit to be clear. From there we just met up multiple times…We’ve been together for 6 months.” You replied crying. The teachers stayed silent. They felt bad about what could’ve happened to you. “ We can’t trust her..I’m sorry Aizawa but we have to report her to the authorities.” Principal Nezu said. “Are you kidding me? This is my daughter! She’d never do such a thing! She’d never betray UA. If she did, the LOV would’ve made a move long ago.” your dad defended you keeping you close to him if he had to fight.

“ We can’t automatically accuse her of being a traitor without any proof. We can bring in a doctor to give her a lie detector test. His tests are a bit more painful.” All might, said. “I’ll do it. I’d never do anything to hurt people.” you replied. Little did you know it would be painful on the next level.

You were taken to a room and a man started strapping you down to a table. Cables were being attached around your body. You were scared and confused. You looked at the large glass mirror knowing everyone was on the other side listening and watching. You whimpered as a doctor injected a large amount of a clear liquid in your neck. “ What the hell did he inject?” Aizawa asked. “He’s not only checking her heart rate and her brain but also forcing the truth out of her. The serum is the very painful part. If she lies it will torture the truth out of her and if that doesnt work they have other ways apparently.” a nurse replied to him starting the recording.

“I’m going to ask you simple questions and If you don’t want to feel like you're being stabbed or shot continuously you will answer.” the doctor said looking over at your vital signs. “ Are you Y/n Aizawa?” He asked, “ Yes, I am Y/n Aizawa.” “ How old are you?” he asked. “ I’m 18 turning 19.” you replied scared of what crazy he will eventually ask. “ Your heart rate is up a bit. Are you hiding something?” He asked, writing something down on his tablet. “ No.” You lied and suddenly felt pain through your body. “Tell me the truth,” he ordered. Your body twitched. “ Yes! I am hiding something. I’m scared about all of this.” you said as sighed in relief. “Mhm see how easy that is. “ Who is the villain you fell in love with?” he continued with his questions. You started crying. “ I’m in love with Dabi.” you replied. “ You’re crying? Are you sure? Is he forcing you to say that?” he asked, looking at the high tech monitors. “ I am sure. I’m in love with him. He isn’t forcing me to say anything.” you replied knowing this will lead to you being tortured. “ How did you meet him? In detail.” the doctor said. “ I walked alone in the city at night. There was a group of men who grabbed me and took me into a dark alleyway… I tried my best to get them off me… They called me dirty things..like I’m a slut..and whore..that I would be a good treat to them.. They tore my clothes off and their hands roamed my body. Dabi showed up throwing them off me..he took his coat off and covered me..then proceeded to beat them up..he burned them alive. He walked me back to campus making sure we were unseen by anyone. He stayed across the street from campus hidden, making sure I got inside safely. I thanked him for saving me and said goodnight. ” you replied crying. Hating to remember how the men tried raping you. Take your innocence away. “ Did you meet him again after that encounter?” he asked. You nodded yes. “ We bumped into each other a week later after the incident.” you replied. You saw two nurses walk inside with a weird machine. “ Where did you see him again and what was done?” He asked, signaling the nurses to start setting up something. “I saw him by the park…it was around 6am. I was out to do basic errands for myself. We ended up spending the entire day together. No villain activities were done.” you replied. “ What were your errands for that day? Were you planning to do more that day? How did no one recognize him? What activities were done?” he asked. “I needed to get to the store to buy snacks, a heating pad and some pads. I got my monthly period. I was planning to do more. Just watch movies, play video games and eat junk food. No one recognized him. He was wearing a hoodie and he had a face mask to hide his burned face. I saw Tamaki and asked him to take my things to the dorms. After that Dabi and I talked for hours and played some stupid games.It was fun” you replied smiling.

The questions went on and on. Then the difficult ones came up.

“ Have you met any of the other villains?” he asked. You refused to answer because you didn’t want your father to hate you. Your body shook and twitched. Your body moved so much, the straps held you down. “ They’re hurting her! Give her a break!” Aizawa yelled, grabbing a nurse's collar. “ Stop, she agreed to this.” All might, said. He did feel bad. “ Give her another one.” the doctor said. You felt a prick. Another dosage of the truth serum. You screamed in pain. “Yes! I have!! Shigaraki, Toga, Twice and Kai!” you yelled. You cried and cried. “Has any of them asked you for information or threatened you?” you couldn’t handle it. You needed a break. You were overstimulated. “ Y-Yes!!! Toga. She asked for Ua intel on what we have planned. She threatened me.” you replied. “What did she say she’d do?” the doctor said. You couldn’t say what she said to you. “ She’d kill me.” you lied. You cried out in excruciating pain. “If you don’t answer our questions we won’t inject more serum. We’ll just use the old way. Electricity doesn’t seem nicer.” he said. “She said she’d kill my papa! She’d give him a slow and painful death !I don’t want him to hate me if he gets hurt! I can’t let him get hurt! I don’t want him to hate me! My dad is everything I have!”you cried loudly,trying to relax. Failing at it. “ Did you give them any information?” he asked. “No. After that Dabi told Shigaraki to not let anyone lay a finger on me. To keep me out of it. Since then I’ve been safe. He takes great care of me.” you replied breathing heavily. “Why do you think he takes care of you?” you looked at the doctor in rage. “He saved me from two horrible situations and maybe more after this! You and other heroes only care about the greater good!” you yelled trying to get out of the grip of the straps. “You’re talking like a villain alright. What makes you think that? Are you planning to betray the heroes? You’re father?” he asked, taunting you. You fell into it. “ Heroes would sacrifice someone for the greater good. It could be a loved one..a friend..or a civilian. It sucks to know that you don’t matter as much as you think you do to them. At the end of the day they will more than likely sacrifice you…a villain would burn the world to save someone..a loved one and random person who needs help. Dabi knew I was eraserheads daughter. A hero in training and even then he stepped in. He saved me. He’s done so much for me in 6 months. I know every one who knows about him and I highly disagree but it's the truth. I know my dad would never give me up. He’d protect me in the end regardless if he’s a hero or not. He’s the best dad ever. Better together. I’m lucky to still have him even after I caused all this mess. ” you replied. “Him doing so much is the truth and you have a strong bond with your father, you're not in any pain. You are very lucky and privileged” the doctor agreed. You were asked more questions and they let you go 2 hours later. Your dad and All might make sure to take you to the hospital. You stayed there for about 2 weeks. Missing Dabi like crazy.

Your quirk is an amazing one. Very strong. You hold multiple quirks and can create new ones. You were scared. Having to control multiple quirks was difficult as a child. Most parents would keep their children away from society. Your dad didn’t. He sent you to daycare, elementary school, middle school and now High school. To him you grew up fast. He loves and cares for you, his daughter. He’s so proud of the woman you’ve become regardless of who you are in love with. Yes it’s crazy but you found kindness and love within Dabi and the other Villains they just were treated horribly in their past and had no one to help them. They had to fend for themselves. They lost it along the way.

You communicating with Dabi was not through anything cellular. It was through handwritten letters. You managed to buy a bird through the black market. He gets the job done in delivery and fast.

As soon as you were discharged from the hospital and back to your dorm you fed the little fella and started writing.

Dear Dabi,

The heroes found out about us and I don’t know who and how someone saw us together. Don’t worry since I don’t have any info on you guys besides Toga threatening me, you’re all fine.They tortured me badly. They asked how I met you and it was hard to tell them what had happened. It was terribly excruciating pain. All I thought about was trying to relax, being honest and needing you.

I was at the hospital for 2 weeks. I miss you a lot. We should meet up soon. Actually they’re probably going to escort me when I need to go into the city so after awhile.

How are you? Has anything come up? Are you safe? No cough or cold? No fever? Are your friends being nice, if not let them know even if you need to scare them.

I love you very much. Please stay safe. Keep the the love of fire within you ( you’re telling him to get a new hide out or move to a different one.) Keep in touch if you can.

Love you very much. I’ll respond every 3 days after I receive your letter okay so no need to worry if I’m okay.

Much love, Haru

(both agreed on your code name being Haru after all you met in clear weather and since then you felt love and joy.)

pt.2 will come.

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journalsouppe · 1 month

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APOLLO JUSTICE!!!!! AHHHHHH!!!! What i would literally give to have a true AA4 sequel. I wholeheartedly believe if Yamazaki's team could ignore aa4 canon to make 5 & 6 then Shu Takumi should absolutely be allowed to ignore any 5&6 canon to make an aa4 sequel. I'm dying out here pleaseeeeee

The Phoenix sticker is from Peachcott. The Klavier sticker is from Ayabit from the Turnabout Cinema zine. The Apollo and Trucy stickers are from astarsor.

Writing typed below!

rating: 9.8 played: Fa 2023 port: 3DS favorite? Y replayable: Y recommend? Y series: Ace Attorney

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THE JUDGE PAINTING

apollo's such a dork <3

ooo i like the perceive function

i love the music

DONT SAY THAT TRUCY T_T

there's so much going on in this investigation

wow i love how uneasy i feel even after the trial ended

LMAO I FORGOT ABOUT THE PHOENIX SEX PHOTO

i dont think y'all want your panties back...

klav's a bill and ted fan i see lol

LOVE mr eldoon's design 10/10

klapollo meet cute moment LMAO

oops ^^; i accidentally wrote a 600 word essay about the first case

i like how apollo cried over trucy

IT'S JUSTICE TIME??? T^T

i like klavier's hands a normal amount

alita must have some dirty fucking feet

the animations are so smooth

apollo being jealous of klavier at the concert and thinking he's cool LMAO

apollo is WHIPPED

trucy is KILLING it in court, she really is nick's daughter

klavier's shoe print *skull emoji*

out of pocket shiny forehead comment LMAO

lamiroir has similar vocal tones as malon!

THE PENIS FIRE AND KLAV PUTTING IT OUT IN THE BKGD

the smile and hair twirl klavier LMAO

why am i doing this music recording thing T^T

i dont like looking at daryan T_T

letouse kazuma moment lmao

capcom loves the face down death with writing on the ground huh LMAO

wtf is the judge talking about

i love all these scientific tests with ema! :)

i love the snackoos SFX

klav does not miss an opportunity to take a short at apollo's big forehead LMAO

APOLLO YOU DUMBASS

faking blindness is crazy

I KNEW IT WOULD BE DARYAN'S VOICE

klav's office is so much more normal than edgeworth's

WAIT IS IT GRAMARYE AND NOT GRAYMAYRE??

THE ANIMALS??

i love apollo and lamiroir goofing on klav

similar tech opening to brc

WTF WAS THAT KRISTOPH JUMPSCARE T-T

LORD DADDY???

oh he's insufferable

HOLY SHIT THAT'S WHY VERA IS STARING AT KLAV??

"rip off" phoenix is so real for that

are they injecting magnifi with piss??

im curious why kristoph would do this to phoenix

he just left his daughter???

tf is going on

T^T THE KRISTOPH ZOOM IN

why does klav have that egg from dragon tales

apollo understands me with mascots

this is so gay omfg

daryan not liking trucy means he goes even more into the shit book than before

apollo the journaling king

the x-ray function is a really fun addition

BABY TRUCY

omg phoenix with out the ugly hd redraw

GUMSHOE

he said it!!! he said 'ace attorney' lmao

i love and hate that i have to present the journal page

why does the screen shake when mr misham speaks T_T

THAT SCAR IS FREAKY

siblings omgggg

Summary:

I love this game so much. I love it so much that I am heartbroken knowing that AA 5 & 6 butchers the story it setup and I'm considering not even playing them unless AA7 is announced. I love all the main characters so much, the whole story was so well built and I can def see the influence the story had on DGS. Apollo is such a good protagonist, he's relatable but also so unique. I love seeing his character progression in the game: a new attorney who is easily manipulated to a confident and determined attorney who trusts in his own judgement. I LOVED Klavier oh my god. I love how much he respects Apollo and although he doesn't hesitate to tease him, he doesn't bully or abuse Apollo in any way. They both have a mutual admiration and rivalry where they try to play as fairly as possible. Klav doesn't maliciously withhold or change evidence, but he does spend hours reviewing his arsenal and thinks of all the counter arguments the defense could bring up. I really like Apollo's ability, it continues the mystery and mysticism from the original trilogy but with new mechanics. I adore Trucy so much. She honestly might be my favorite AA character. She's determined, strong willed, and above all -- extremely silly. I couldn't of asked for a better character to be Phoenix's daughter. I also LOVE the sibling reveal at the end but gdi if only they actually figure it out T^T T^T. I think Apollo and Trucy's dynamic is probably my favorite Defense and assistant dynamic. This who game was so fun, I know 4-3 is not everyone's favorite and it is a little all over the place but I also enjoyed it and loved the premise. There's so much to say, I haven't even talked about Nick and Kris - what an incredible feud, what a genius development for Nick. I cannot recommend this game enough, I am so obsessed with it and cannot wait to make art <3 <3.

#journalsouppe #bullet journal #journal #video game journal #ace attorney #apollo justice #apollo justice ace attorney #aa4

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gaslightgallows · 4 months

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At my teaching appointment today, the RN at my endo would not show me how to self-administer T in the thigh because the office's/hospital's "best practices" for intramuscular injections are to use the gluteus, despite me being physically incapable of delivering an injection into my own ass (I am 340 lbs, not flexible, and have short arms).

Instead, I was offered two options:

Have my spouse come in next week so they can show him how to administer T (thereby rendering me reliant on him for a medically necessary injection), or

Have me come into their office every week and have them administer T (meaning I can never be out of town on a Wednesday).

This strikes me, in layman's terms, as really fucking stupid.

Like... Fat trans people exist? Fat trans people with mobility issues exist? As do fat trans people who live alone and don't necessarily have partners or friends or family that they trust to poke a needle into their butt?

To say nothing about the assumption that it would be easy for me to keep a long-term weekly T appointment. I'm fortunate enough to have a car and a very easy-going job, but if I didn't? If I had shift work? There is no reliable public transit in my area.

This is (mostly) a vent post. I can find another practitioner to at least show me how to safely do a thigh injection. I'm just very disappointed and frustrated; I don't care if they think this is "best practice," it's not a good standard of care to assume that all of your patients can thrive under the same type of care.

#ethan's rl stuff #transgender #transmasc #trans medicine #testosterone #cw doctors #cw needles #i am so annoyed

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globetrotter28 · 2 years

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Another Cover Up (Part 5)

Fandom: The Boys

Pairing: Soldier Boy x Fem!Reader

Summary: After Herogasm, Butcher, Hughie and Soldier Boy realise they might need more reinforcements. After doing more research, they discover the woman who was also injected with Compound V alongside Soldier Boy back in the 40’s. Everyone also thought she was KIA that day at Nicaragua. But if Soldier Boy was still alive… maybe she was too?

If you DO wish to be tagged for future updates, please let me know.

If there is a line, the tag didn’t come up for you, or you have changed your handle and I’m not tagging X amount of people who I don’t know.

Tags: @msbadgirl @queenofspades20 @mimzy1994 @erinnkenobi @goldngguk @ateliefloresdaprimavera @roseblue373 @acarboni21 @sexyvixen7 @buckybarnes-1917 @valkyrie418 @multishipper @bxwitched @capswife @bluedragonflylady @leigh70 @xxemoluverxx @quixscentsposts @junie-keene @depressed-kay @deansbbyx @just-levyy @lacilou @ladysparkles78

Chapter Warnings: language, drugs/use, seeing masturbation

My apolo-geez.... I had family come stay, I had work drama, I had wisdom teeth removed, I had family drama, I had friend drama... my life haha

Hope you enjoy :)

Series Masterlist - Part 4

"Could you get a bigger stack of weed?" You joked as Butcher got back into the car, tossing the brick of cannabis onto your lap.

"Love... Soldier Boy is going through this shit like no one's business. He's smoking like a bloody chimney." He says looking at you.

"And who's the one feeding it to him?" You point out.

He eyes you, judging to see if you're tone is accusing in a bad way or if you're just ribbing him. Your raised eyebrow but dimple in the cheek tells him it's the latter.

"He could use the healing properties the herb offers, eh?" He winks at you.

"Hmmhmm..." you respond. "All jokes aside...," you swallow, "he's not okay... is he? Like… really.”

Butcher takes a deep breath, contemplating how to answer. But as he looks at the seriousness in your eyes, he knows not only are you going to figure it out without him saying it, but you already know the truth. And that you were a straight shooter who would appreciate him being honest.

"Love... you haven't seen wha' he's done." Butcher's Cockney accent is thick with his serious tone. "Midtown, Herogasm... something sets him off and I've seen it before."

"You think he has Shell Shock?" You frown with confusion at him.

"It's called something different now, but yeah."

"Are you fucking kidding me?" You exclaim in astonishment.

"It's a lot more common nowadays... well, not common... more… accepted...?" Butcher finds himself trying to correct himself, surprising even himself.

"Accepted?" Butcher nods as an answer. "You know people used to be executed for that, right? They were considered cowards." Your voice trails off.

"Trust me, I know." Butcher's expression becomes dark, images of his days in the British special forces flashing across his mind... Lenny...

You see the images, but try your best to turn it off again. You'd been doing so well all afternoon. But you couldn't help but be curious when a young boy enters his mind though...

"What's it called now?" You ask, curious.

"PTSD... stands for Post Traumatic Stress Disorder."

"Post Traumatic Stress..." you whisper, testing the words on your tongue, thinking about the conversation you and Ben had on the plane back from Russia. "Fuck... I think you're right..." you sigh out, turning to look out the window once again.

Butcher looks over to you, seeing you looking out the window. He wishes for just a moment that he could be the one to read your mind, to see what it was that made you think that, when you hadn't seen what Soldier Boy was capable of doing, intentional or otherwise since coming back.

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You and Butcher pulled up to Legend’s house mid afternoon. You carried the brick of weed out, Butcher grabbing the shopping bag from the store he went into earlier.

As you entered the house and made your way up the stairs you could hear faint music playing from the room Ben was staying in. You couldn’t help the roll of of your eyes and the pang in your heart. You knew you seemed pathetic… pining after a man who clearly never felt he same way. But you felt it was easier to have him in your life some way than not at all.

You followed the voices of Hughie and Legend to the living room, where you saw Ben’s part time career as a “singer” playing on the TV, but the sound was off.

“Jesus…” you can’t help but say under your breath.

“There you are.” Butcher tosses the bag onto the free couch. As he turns to look around, he takes off his glasses, realising Soldier Boy isn’t with them. “Oh, fuck me. Is he still at it?” He asks, disbelief colouring his tone.

“He hasn’t come out all day…” Hughie answers quietly, looking to Y/N quickly.

“Are we fucking surprised?” You scoff, fingers digging into the weed.

“So did you find anything? I’d really love the freedom to reign in my own home sometime soon.” The Legend’s slightly irritated voice speaks up, changing the subject, which you’re grateful for.

“Fuck all.” Butcher answers.

“Seriously?”

“Yes, Hughie. I don’t think he’s been to the three we went to in years.” You contribute. “And they’re the only ones I knew about.”

“Well I guess we’d better talk to him.”

“Right you are.” Butcher makes a move to head back down to Ben’s room, the three of you following. You stay at the rear, not wanting to be the first one to see what you’re inevitably going to walk in on.

As you all walk through the door, the music and moans are now louder and evident to everyone else. You follow behind Legend, who’s older knees are struggling to move as fast as Butcher’s or Hughie’s down the stairs into the room.

“You got a minute?” Butcher asks, interrupting the two women pleasuring themselves on the bed, along with Ben steadily stroking himself. The women gasp in surprise at being caught naked and partaking in the sexual activities, whereas Ben continues as he looks over his shoulder at the group.

“Oh, good. Lube? Huh? C’mon, I can’t go in raw.” Ben says, looking directly at Hughie.

“Please… don’t make eye contact.” Hughie begs, his level of uncomfortableness radiating off him.

“Hughie, listen, these women, they’re like fine wine. Okay, the older they get, the more delicious, but the drier.”

“Mary, Lucille, come on, chop-chop.” Legend moves between Butcher and Hughie towards the women. “Break time’s over. That shags not gonna vacuum itself. Come on.” He grabs their clothes handing them to them, as the women attempt to cover themselves and move to the stairs.

You move off the last step to the side, out of their way. They both give you a side-eye as they begin to make their way up the stairs, to which you can only scoff and raise your brows.

“What’s the problem?” You look back to see Ben has covered himself up with the silk robe he had on, joint in his hand

“What’s the problem?” Legend clarifies. “First of all. I can never fire those girls now, thank you. And second of all, this bed has seen two Jaclyn’s. You know that? Smith and Bisset.” He looks around. “Y-you’re treating it like a Reno cathouse.”

“Jesus.” Ben sighs, lifting the join to this lips.

“The problem,” Butcher interrupts, “is you gave me eleven of Mindstorm’s last-knowns. So far, Y/N and I’ve had a look at three and found fuck all. I-I’m chasing me fucking tail here, mate.” Butcher twirls his finger in the air.

“Sounds like that’s three down and eight to go.” Ben says, cockiness dripping from his tone.

“Yeah. And that’s gonna take weeks, and weeks I don’t got.”

This is where Legend decides to interrupt the conversation talking about his Egyptian cotton sheets… Ben and you both roll your eyes.

“The deal was, we get the rest of Y/N and my team, then we get Homelander.”

“And all I’m saying, is we could use a hand figuring it out.”

Ben moves to stand up. “I told you. Mindstorm’s a paranoid fuck. But, hey, if you could hear everybody’s shitty thoughts, you’d be too.”

“Thanks.” You add from the back of the room. Ben only gives you a look.

“Look, he bought up all the run-down cabins all over the place. He’s Howard Hughs without the piss jars. He’s bat shit crazy.” He lifts the joint once again.

“Mindstorm’s not crazy.” Legend interrupts from the other side of the bed. “He’s bipolar.”

“Bipolar?” You ask. You never knew that…

“He’s bipolar?” Hughie also asks.

“Yeah.” Legends answers, walking between the group.

“Does he take meds for it?”

“I believe so. At least he did.” He turns to make his way up the stairs. “Girls, it smells like sex and Bengay in here!” He calls out, making his way up the stairs.

“Lithium prescriptions are that common.” Your attention moves back to Hughie. “I mean, I doubt he’s making it. Maybe… I-if we look at all the cabins and we…”

“And then check the local pharmacies.” Butcher adds.

“Yeah.”

“See who’s handing out Lithium.” Butcher pauses for a moment, before moving to pat Hughie on the arm. “Nice one, Hughie.” He smiles.

“We’re gonna need more reefer.” You all turn to look at Ben, sitting on the bed again, a leg hitched high with the dressing gown falling down exposing his muscular thighs. He only looks up at us, joint half way to his mouth and smiles wide.

Butcher and Hughie look at each other, as you peg the brick of weed at Ben, catching him off guard as it hits him heavy in the chest.

“Erm, I’m going to start cross referencing those cabins and pharmacies.”

Butcher sees the pissed off look on your face, and the shocked one on Ben.

“Uh, yeah I’ll come help.”

After they both leave the room, Ben asks, “What the hell?”

“What the fuck are you doing?” Your anger is evident.

“Um… enjoying myself. Here, take a hit.” Ben holds the joint out to you.

“You’ve been back, for what? Two weeks now?” You ask, moving towards him.

“Something like that.” He answers, breathing out his puff of smoke.

“And what have you done? Other than blow up a hundred people on two seperate occasions?”

“Hey!” He stands up, towering over you. “I told you that wasn’t what I meant to do.” He growled

“But what else have you been doing to find these fucks?” You grit out with clenched teeth. “You stay here all fucking day, screwing the help.” You admit, you know your personal feelings were getting involved, but you also wanted to find your old team just as much as he did.

“You could be here too if you wanted to be.”

“Focus on the fucking task at hand Ben. You’re acting like you don’t even want to find them.” You growl.

“Get that stick outta your ass, Y/N. I’m sure Legend has a chef or a gardener who’d love to help you with that. You’ve always been so stuck up. Get banged and banged good for once.”

You can’t help yourself. You don’t even know you’ve done it until Ben’s face is twisted to the side. But slapping him did feel good…

“You know me fucking better than that, Ben.” You seethe.

You see the anger in his eyes, but you turn away quickly and storm up the stairs. You grab Butcher’s set of keys he tossed on the table as you walked into the house.

“Y/N?” You hear Hughie’s voice, but keep walking.

“I’m taking Butcher’s wheels. I’ll be back.” You say over your shoulder, slamming the front door as you make your way to the car and start her up.

Part 6

#soldier boy #soldier boy x reader #the boys #the boys tv #read on wattpad #fanfic #read on ao3 #female reader #william butcher #billy butcher #hughie campbell

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beautifulblooms · 2 years

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Hi! Can I request a 001 x male reader where the reader and 001 grow up in hawkins lab together?

Also I’m so sorry that you had to deal with all the anon shit, those people are really stupid and make no sense, hopefully the drama dies down

Together Forever, Right? - Henry Creel/001 x Male!Reader

Honestly love the idea of this ending a little sad, so there is a tad bit of hurt at the end, sorry to the Jamie fans, but I couldn’t help myself with this one

CIS Women and Female Aligned people, please DNI, this story and all of my others are for non-binary, masculine aligned and male readers!

Tags: @eddieverse, @mazettns, @alexs-playground, @mother-dragon-and-her-hatchlings, @qthetherapist, @rlmt1

I met 001 when Papa brought him into the rainbow room for the first time, he was scared, he didn’t want to be there, he and I were the same. Scared, powerful, and unstable, the perfect mix for destruction. It didn’t take long for Papa to find a way to limit us, I wasn’t as strong as 001, but Papa was still scared of what I could do.

“Papa why do I have to have this?” I was grimacing at the pinch of pain the injection caused. I had never gotten one at the base of my neck, this one hurt more than normal.

“Because it helps me find you, so if someone steals you, you get lost, or I need to know where you are, I can find you. Make sense?” I just nodded to his words, suddenly feeling lethargic and tired. He set me down on my bed and muttered something to one of the other doctors.

“We need to make a weaker one for 002, he can’t handle the one we made for 001.” So this wasn’t for me, I’m just the test dummy for 001, again.

It was about 5 years where just the two of us were in the lab with Papa working on our powers. He seemed too focused with 001 to notice anything about me, I was skinnier than before, sad constantly, easy to anger, slowly losing touch with reality. 001 noticed though, he made time for me in the rainbow room, helped me practice when I got stuck or frustrated, he cared about me. Then it happened, 001, no, Henry, he told me his name is Henry. Henry lashed out at a few guards, their eyes pulled into their sockets, arms and legs snapped ways they shouldn’t, jaws broken.

I saw it all from the corner of the rainbow room, trying not to cry or make any noise because I didn’t want to end up like one of the guards. Once Henry was done with the guards he turned around to me, knowing where I was, but he looked more gently at me and slowly made his way over, almost like he was trying to not scare me.

“I’m sorry you had to see that (y/n),” how did he know my name, I never told him my name, “but it’s okay now, I won’t hurt you, I promise.” I had no choice but to trust him if I wanted to live. Sitting next to me he placed an arms around my shoulders and laid his head against mine. The peaceful moment didn’t last long before Papa shoved open the door to the rainbow room angrily, panic setting in when he saw the guards on the floor and not us in the corner.

“No, no, no, no, No! Damnit!” He pinched the bridge of his nose in frustration while looking at the dead bodies. Turning to look around the room he saw us, and tried his best to hide the frustration.

“001, 002, which one of you did this, I’m not mad, I just want to know.” He was mad, both of us knew that, Henry sighed like he was about to answer.

“Me Papa, I did it.” Henry looked down at me in shock, concerned why I lied, he knew I didn’t have the strength to pull this off, so why?

“Alright, 002, come with me, we need to talk.” Henry tried to hold onto me, knowing what was going to happen when I left the room. Papa was stronger than Henry and pulled me out of his grasp.

“No Papa! It was me, please it was me not him! Take me!” Papa wasn’t having any of it, he didn’t care who did it at this point, just needed to teach us a lesson.

“Just remember what I look like okay?” I smiled at Henry before we left the room, I didn’t know how long I would be gone, what would happen, if I would live. I just hope I get to see Henry again, I hope we can be together forever.

#Henry creel x male reader #001 x male reader #Henry x male reader #male reader fanfic #male reader #stranger things fanfiction #x male reader #Henry creel #henry creel stranger things #henry stranger things #vecna stranger things #vecna #001 stranger things #001

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aita-blorbos · 8 months

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AITA for helping my brother? Me (19M), my friend V (20M), and my other friend D (18M) just got out of a place with no WiFi. While we were there, I got a text from my friend C (22F), asking for help with something. She then sent her location and that she was in the skyscraper my brother owns. He (D, 32M) is the CEO of a very big company that I will not be revealing in case anyone figures out who I am. Anyway, me and V decide to go help C. Our pseudo father, T (35M), came along with us, mostly for moral support. We didn't think it would be too big of an issue. It was around dusk when we got there and there weren't a lot of security guards. I'm not on the best terms with D, so I didn't want to go in and announce myself. In order to get in, I broke the window. The one guard on duty came to investigate the noise, but I subdued him. I won't lie, I did feel pretty cool in that moment, which may have impacted my decisions in the next few hours. Me, V, and T went down to the basement following what the guard's radio had said. When we got down there, it was like a whole different place. Everything was silent, and not in the good way. We asked one of the people there where D was and followed where they told us to go. For context, C has two close friends X (26M) and A (?M) whom we are also close with. When C sent me that text, I was worried. X and A are both strong, and anything that could take them down and lead to C resorting to asking me for help was not good news. When I opened the door, it was like whiplash. C and X were handcuffed to a pipe and unconscious. D was stood over A, also unconscious, except A had his chest opened up. I was pretty sure D was doing surgery on A. I couldn't let that stand, and neither could V or T. We got the guards in the room to leave. Afterwards, we barricaded the door. I yelled at D, asking why he was doing what he was doing. D told me that A had lifesaving chemicals inside of him that would help countless people. He then asked for my help in keeping A alive. T, on the other hand, was not having it. He told me that a "real hero" would stop D from doing this. V stayed quiet through this, though I could tell this situation troubled him. This is the part where I might be the asshole. In this, I sided with D. His justification just made sense to me. So I injected a chemical into T that D said would make him forget the last 24 hours. In hindsight, I'm not really sure why I trusted D, considering some troubling information about it I've learned about, but at the time I really thought it was the answer to this. T almost immediately fell unconscious. V sat with him in the corner while I helped D with the surgery. Lo and behold, all he needed were some samples. I felt absolutely horrible throughout the whole thing, but I figured that I was too deep in to stop. Once the surgery was done, I saw C wake up. She tried to break the handcuffs, causing X to wake as well. D told me that this couldn't get out to the public, and that I needed to inject the two of them with the remaining syringes filled with chemicals. C barely even made it out of the room before I injected her. I needed to chase X through the building, but eventually, I caught up to him. I hate what I did, but it was to help people. So, AITA?

#aita #am i the asshole #unreality

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francis-writes · 1 year

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Hey. I habe an idea for a Corinthian request.

I was wondering if you could do something about bits and pieces of a trans male reader's transition journey with The Corinthian. Like them getting perscribed T, him helping the reader with their first shot, the first bit of side effects and maybe them getting top surgery? If that's all too much maybe just him helping the reader with their first shot

A/n: sorry it took so long - I'm not very happy about what I managed to write but well, every writer has their ups and downs.

Y/l/n = your last name

His phone rang. Corinthian was going to decline the call but he noticed it was you. It had to be something important - you knew what he was doing during his "trip" - so he immediately answered.

"Hello" "Hi Cori" your voice was full of excitement "Sorry for interrupting you. Are you busy?"

He looked at the lifeless body at his feet.

"No, go on"

"I finally got a prescription for T!" You practically yelled at your phone.

Corinthian smiled. He knew how much it meant for you.

"That's great, puppy. Did you already but it?"

"No, I am waiting for you. I need you to be eye-witness of this moment" "

I'll be back as soon as possible" he hung up the phone and grabbed a tissue to wipe off the blood from his face. Other victims could wait, there were more important things to do now.

"Are you sure you want me to do it?" Corinthian asked.

"You cut out people's eyes on daily basis, you certainly can make a simple injection" you snorted "If there's anyone I can trust with medical treatments and using sharp objects on my body, it's you"

"Not a very smart thing to say to a serial killer. But, you know, I meant that maybe you would rather do it yourself? It's a very signigicant moment"

You looked at him with indulgence.

"I can't, my hands are shaking from stress. Even if I found a muscle, I would stab my whole leg before I would hit the right spot. So, yeah, maybe another time"

"As you wish" Corinthian took a cotton pad soaked in alcohol and rubbed your thigh.

"Cori?" You asked when he was preparing syringe.

"Yes?"

"Even ignoring the fact that I can't do it myself, I really want you to do the injection. As you said, it's an important moment and you're important to me and I want to share this moment with you- uhm... I'm not sure if it makes sense-"

"It absolutely does" the Corinthian tucked a strand of hair behind your ear with his free hand "And it's a honor for me to accompany you during transition"

He gave you a quick kiss. You probably seemed disappointed when he broke the kiss because Corinthian said

"Don't worry, we'll finish it later. But now, be a good boy and don't move for a moment"

He stuck the needle and pulled the plunger back a bit to make sure there's no blood. When only bubbles appeared in syringe, he pushed plunger to the end. Corinthian pulled out needle and pressed a sterile swab to the place of injection.

"My first shot of T" you looked at your leg with excitation.

Corinthian smiled at you.

"Yeah, I think we need to celebrate it. What would you say about going to dinner?"

"Good idea but I'd rather order pizza and watch a movie in home. It's more private there, you know" you winked at him. Corinthian smiled and hand he kept on your other thigh, slided a bit higher.

"I agree"

"Why do you keep staring in the mirror?"

"I think my beard starts growing. You see? There are some hair"

"Maybe" Corinthian came closer, he put his arms around your waist and rested his head on your shoulder "Give it time"

"I'm waiting patiently" you said in a tone suggesting that your patience grows thin with every minute "But I don't know why instead of a beard, the first thing I got after testosterone is hairy ass"

"I wouldn't complain, you have a very fine ass"

"Oh, thank you" you turned your head and kissed him "But I still feel like all the changes happen very slowly"

"I understand but look at it that way: one year ago you didn't even get testosterone. Everything goes forward in its one motion. One year from now, everything will be different, just wait"

"I hope so"

You fell silent and looked in the mirror. After a few moments you asked

"Cori?"

"Yes?"

"Do you really think I have a fine ass?"

"It's the celebration of a nation!"

"What nation?"

"Deboobination!" You did a finger guns. Corinthian looked at you but you couldn't guess his reaction through his dark shades. You quickly added

"Sorry, it was a stupid joke"

"Are you sure that they didn't give you anesthesia yet? No funny gas?"

"Jeez, I'm just excited, okay?" You shrugged and smiled "I waited so long for this day. I will finally be a perfect man"

"You are already a perfect man. You can say, you're a man of my dreams"

"Is it the day of low jokes?"

"So it seems"

The doctor entered the room. They looked at the documents in their hands.

"Mister (y/l/n), we'll take you to the operating room in a moment. Say goodbye to your guest and get ready" after these words, they left.

You looked at your boyfriend.

"Is it just me or it really sounded as if I'm not going to leave the hospital alive?"

"Don't worry " he squeezed your hand "If anything happens, I will avenge you"

"That's not funny"

"Everything will be okay, trust me. Are you ready?"

You nodded. "Yes, I will never be more ready, I guess"

Corinthian smiled and kissed your forehead. "I will be waiting in the cafeteria. We'll see each other soon"

#the corinthian x transmasc reader #the corinthian imagine #the corinthian x reader #the corinthian #sandman imagine #the corinthian x trans reader #the corinthian x male reader

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addie08read · 10 months

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The big secret

Summary: you have been acting off and Crowley and Aziraphele noticed and confronted you

Warnings: fluff, t1d, swearing, needles, insulin

Fandom: good omens

Azirapheles nickname is Az

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It was an average Sunday morning aziraphele was cooking breakfast, Crowley was watching the tv

Y/n: you know it feels weird to wake up at 8:00 and not 10:00 anymore

Crowley: tell me about it

Aziraphale: oh hush you guys will survive plus Breakfast is ready eggs and bacon

Y/n: smells great (goes to eat a bacon strip but stops) I will be right back

Aziraphale: ok don't be too long your breakfast will get cold

Crowley: is she acting weird recently

Aziraphale: actually yes she had

(y/n upstairs)

Y/n: sh*t my sugars low

“Back downstairs”

Aziraphele: good your back

Y/n: (shaking) Yep um az could I see the bacon nutrition facts please

Az: sure?

Crowley: how about you eat your shaking are you ok?

Y/n: never better (eats food)

Y/n: (done eating) I will be right back

Crowley: are you ok y/n

Y/n: ya ofc

Crowley: ok just making sure

(Y/n gives him a smirk)

Y/n: (upstairs) ok that subtract 15 ok 5 units

(y/n draws up insulin in the needle and gives herself a shot)

Crowley: az ik it's not right to spy on people but you won't believe what I saw

Az: well spit it out already

Crowley: y/n put some sort of needle into herself and injected whatever was in it

Az: oh my well we will just have to talk to her than

Y/n: (comes downstairs and sees them both on the couch) Hey guys

Az: y/n could you come sit down ( he pats the seat in between him and Crowley)

Y/n: ok? (sits by them)

Az: so Crowley here saw you do something very concerning and instead of jumping to any bizarre conclusion we decided to ask you about it

Y/n: ya ofc Crowley what did you see?!

Crowley: you giving yourself a needle have any explanation !!!!!

Y/n: um uh i- uh

Az: you can trust us we only want the best for you

(Crowley started anxiously taping his foot)

Y/n: fine I'm a type one diabetic I just didn't want you guys to treat me differently or worry about me

Crowley: what tf is type one dia dia-

Y/n: Diabetes well there are 2 types type 1 and type 2 I have type 1 which means my pancreas does not work at all never has never will while the average persons works all the time while mine doesn't work at all so I need to check the carbohydrates in everything I eat and give insulin in a needle people with type 2 have a pancreas that works sometimes also if my sugar is low like this morning I will get shakey and if I don't eat I could pass our if it's high I get a stomach ache and need to use the bathroom a lot and get grumpy so I need insulin it runs in my family

Az: oh my goodness I'm so sorry honey

Crowley: I'm so sorry y/n

(they both hug her)

Y/n: it's ok it's been like this since I was 2 honestly I'm glad you guys know it takes a lot to hide stuff from my two roommates that are also your best friendsds

Az: awe we will always help you no matter what

Crowley: that's right (sniffles)

Y/n: are you crying Crowley?

Crowley: no…

Y/n: (takes off his glasses) Awe sweetie what's wrong

Crowley: I'm sorry I just feel bad that I didn't know sooner to help you

Y/n: awe don't it's not your fault (cuddles him)

Crowley: your so strong

Y/n: thank you

Az: now that we got that out of the way anyone wanna cuddle and watch a movie with some hot coco?

Y/n: I would love too

Thank you for reading if you like it pls heart and reblog!!💙💜

#diabetes #t1d #aziraphale x crowley #crowley and aziraphale #crowley #good omens #x yn #secrets #bffs <3 #hot cocoa #cuddles #crying #feel bad #movies #david tennet #michale sheen #t2d #carbohydrates #nutrition

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thewritersaddictions · 1 year

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(R) Drabbles: Albert Wesker- Pity Her

Alice had fought me tooth and nail about bonding with the t-virus. She was more than worried about what it could do to my body. Worried that I wouldn't bond with it. Worried I would turn into a brainless cannibal, but Albert was more than confident.

Alice only said a few things to me about it before I told her that I had already made my mind up. "Y/n, I'm just saying that you might not connect with the virus, and then what…" She said looking at me with worry written on her face. I gave her a simple shrug of the shoulder. "Alice, listen to me right now. I already made my mind up. Albert is going to make sure everything goes right." I said to my sister. She sighed heavily, "I just worry about you, I'm supposed to protect you and all." She said.

That was the last conversation I had with Alice. Albert took me away on a trip to not let me worry or to even think about the virus that was about to be running through my body soon enough.

"Albert, are you sure that everything will be okay?" I asked fear was starting to roll through my bones the closer we got to returning home. "Sweetheart, now you just let me worry about that. You'll be fine. Do you want to know why I know that?" He asked me. His hand had slipped into mine. "Cause I'm already right here to protect you from anything." He said like it was so simple, so easy for him to just be here with me. I rest my head on his shoulder, sighing in contentment. "Okay, baby. I trust you." I said easily, the words flooding out of my mouth.

The lab lights are bright and they're killing my eyes. I can feel a headache from the lights coming on. It reminds me of a hospital late at night when the fluorescent lights are beaming a little too hard.

"Alright, are you ready baby?" Albert asks. He's so caring, and not just because he has to be right now. This is just how he is with me. The nicknames, and the soft touches of his hand slipping to mine. Caring words that soothe any kind of worry. He had shown you a few things beforehand about what the t-virus would do, how it would change your entire body.

The injection feels like hell as it pumps through the body. It archs and everything around me gets dark dizzy. I try to not let it show, but Albert could see the ache and hurt that etching into my express. "Baby, love you need to breath. It's gonna take a moment." he said softly as he cupped my hand into his. After what seems like forever and a century. Albert carries me in his arms, bridal style up from the lab and up into our bedroom. I nuzzle myself closer into his neck, loving the scent of Albert. A burning bourban and leather smell that fills your head and calms you even just a little. He lays you down on the bed gently. The sweat is forming on your hairline, Albert is quick to laid down next to you. He hold you close to hime, and wipes the sweat from your hairline. "You'll be just fine queenie." He whispers softly into your hair as he holds you close to his chest.

You can't think, but you're more then enjoying the close space you and Albert are having. His caring and loving self only ever showes for you, and the same for you. You love Albert more then you honestly love life. There's just something there that you can't manage to find anywhere else.

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lorkai · 1 year

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May I request a headcanon for Satan or Solomon giving transmasc!mc their T shot, please? :)

*･゜ﾟ A/N: Yeah, so it's my first time writing a transmac reader, I don't know if that was satisfactory or if it was good. I also didn't know much about how a T-shot is administered so I read about it here, if I got something factually wrong please correct me. And btw I chose Satan, I hope you like it!

Warning: Reader is afraid of needles, other than that fluff.

You could ask anyone and everyone would say the same thing about him. Satan knew a lot about many things, since he lived in periods of the ancient era alongside brilliant and genius minds and learned everything he wanted over time. He knew, for example, the recipe for Greek fire that caused fires even in water. So it's obvious that the avatar of wrath has knowledge on how to manage your T-shot perfectly and he is more than happy to help.

“Okay, inhale through your nose and exhale through your mouth. just like that,” He says as he holds the needle, smiling at you. Kind as he could be at times, Satan wanted to instill confidence in you. "It'll be over soon, Mc. It won't even hurt, trust me."

Satan's moves were calculated as he correctly prepared your dosage and it looked to you like he was enjoying it a little too much. Perhaps, you thought, he had worked as a nurse at some point during his long life. Or maybe he was happy to finally be able to put his knowledge into practice, either way, the expression on his face managed to calm you down and you held his face between your hands, pulling him to you and placing a sweet kiss on his forehead, laughing as a rosy color crept into his cheeks.

"I couldn't thank you enough for helping me," you smiled, threw your head back and closed your eyes. "Every time feels like the first time, I get a little too anxious and suddenly I can't remember the procedure even though I know. Does that make sense?"

Satan laughed softly and nodded. His icy fingers made contact with your thigh looking for a suitable spot for the injection, making you jump in your seat at the difference in temperature between you. "It's quite common to feel this way and I'll be here whenever you need me, darling." He murmured, his emerald eyes gleamed and he smirked. "Are you ready?"

"Um, yes. Let's do this.” Your eyes widened and your body tensed as you became aware of the approaching needle. Satan looked at you and sighed, asking you to close your eyes in the same soft tone he used during the lazy mornings shared together in his bed.

"I want you to count to three out loud." He declared.

Taking a deep breath, you counted in a shaky voice. "One."

You swallowed hard. You didn't like that needle, you didn't like the pain, you held the sheet between your hands and counted again, hearing a positive murmur coming from Satan.

"Two."

The demon's hand rested on your thigh again and the phantom sensation of the needle pressing into your skin made you shiver, but you forgot about it and opened your mouth to count one more time, mentally preparing yourself for what would happen after "three."

Suddenly, you felt a prick on your leg and a pained groan escaped your lips. It was done and still, you wish he'd let you know - although if he had done so, you would never have received the injection for fear of the needle.

Satan laughed, putting a band-aid over your thigh. "Don't look at me like that, my love, I had the best of intentions, I swear!"

“Liar, you hurt me and you lied to me. How can I live like this?” Dramatically you dropped onto your bed, hiding your face over your hand. And your dear demon soon came to join you after properly disposing of the needle and all other used things.

“Gee, would you forgive me if I read your favorite book to you?” He faked a pained and almost tearful voice as he reached for your hand to hold it lightly. And you took the initiative to intertwine your hand with his, looking at him doubtfully, despite having already made up your mind.

“Yes, yes, your punishment is to read me three more chapters of my favorite book.” You declared solemnly, but started laughing at his expression. Three chapters weren't enough for him and you knew his curiosity would make him read more than that, well at least you'd spend the morning together as usual, plus you'd love the sound of his voice. “Now come on, start soon, otherwise I won’t forgive you until the end of the year.”

With grace, you watched Satan get up and run to his room to get the book you loved so much. And while the sound of his footsteps faded down the halls, you still felt your heart pounding inside your chest, you felt lucky to have someone like him who loved you and helped you in every situation. And you would do anything to keep him by your side forever, after all you loved him so much.

#obey me shall we date #obey me #obey me one master to rule them all #obey me swd #swd obey me #obey me satan #satan avatar of wrath #satan x mc #satan x reader #transmac reader #transmac!reader #transmac!mc #lorkai headcanon #lorkai imagine #anon request ✨

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the-new-torren-region · 3 months

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TAEN AND HARMONY SCENE

(Taen slowly opens his eyes to see white curtains surrounding him. There’s an IV running into his arm, the wrist of which is handcuffed to the railing of the bed. Looking at his other arm- the one he injected into- he sees it's covered in fresh bandages. He attempts to sit up, but puts a hand to his mouth, dizzying nausea overcoming him)

(Hearing the noise, Harmony pops in. She’s wearing an apron (substituting for a uniform) and her hair’s tied up so it doesn’t get too messy. Seeing Taen’s awake, she busies herself with checking his vitals)

(Taen): H-Harmony?

(Harmony): Mhm. (As he tries once again to sit up) No, no, don’t you dare. (Pause) That was really stupid of you- how on earth did you think injecting Pokemon DNA into yourself would help anything?

(Taen): Wanted to be perfect.

(Harmony): All this did was make you a near dead, unintelligible mess.

(Taen): …is it gone?

(Harmony): Yes. All of it. Worked round the clock to make sure the effects weren’t too severe, so don’t even think about trying it again.

(Taen): Well now we don’t know if it was worth it.

(Harmony): Worth it?? You would have died!

(Taen): We don’t know-

(Harmony): Oh yes we do! You- you were- I can’t even begin to describe how stupid and dangerous it was! What did you think would happen, you’d start shooting flames and lightning out of your ass?!

(Taen): Don’t know until you try.

(Harmony): Why did I even bother saving you.

(Taen): Hippocratic Oath?

(Harmony): Like you or Reukra would care about oaths or promises.

(Taen): That’s rich coming from the woman who betrayed him.

(Harmony): Hot tip- don’t anger the woman holding the machines keeping you alive.

(Taen gives a hollow laugh): I’m as good as dead anyway. Reukra doesn’t abide by failure. If he doesn’t use me as his next test subject, he’ll cast me out and I’ll die on the streets.

(Harmony): …doesn’t surprise me.

(Taen points to the handcuffs): What’s this for, anyway?

(Harmony): Well, you are a wanted criminal.

(Taen): Hah. Forgot about that. (Pause) So, you’ll send me to jail?

(Harmony): …I don’t know. Your operations happened largely in my jurisdiction. The league left it up to me.

(Taen): And… What's your decision?

(Harmony): I’m still thinking.

(There’s a long pause. Taen reaches for his burner phone, still left on the bedside table. There’s a single message from Reukra. It says “You’re no longer part of Perfection. Your things are left in the Telnor base. Don’t come back.”)

(Taen): Well… it’s official. My life is over anyway.

(Harmony): There’s more to life than that damned Reukra, you know.

(Taen): Not to me. Not anymore.

(Harmony): …I’ve been there.

(Taen): But you had a life to go back to. You had something to do, you had people that cared. I… don’t. Anymore. I’ll forever be the disgraced deputy of Perfection

(Harmony): …what if there was someone that cared for you?

(Taen): Hah! Good luck finding them.

(Harmony): What if you didn’t know, but… there had been someone looking out for you? Someone assigned to keep track of Perfection, but who was intrigued by you?

(Taen): Then I’d tell them they were stupid for paying attention to someone so insignificant.

(Harmony, quietly): What if that person was me?

(Taen): …what?

(Harmony): When I was younger I- I met Reukra. He was my mentor. I trusted him with everything… Then I found out what Perfection was doing. I couldn’t work with him anymore.

(Taen): But- you know that I did know. I worked with him. I’m not good, nor kind. And if you think I am, you’re more naive than I thought.

(Harmony): I think you deserve a second chance if you really want it.

(Taen): …

(Harmony): Well? Do you?

(Taen): What would you have me do?

(Harmony): Help us undo Perfection’s wrongs. Help us expose what they’re doing and put Reukra away for good. (Softly) And don’t be stupid again.

(Taen): …thank you. (so quiet you can barely hear it)

this scene’s set right after taen injects himself with reshiram and zekrom DNA, attempting to bring the original dragon the sentience of a human :)

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cabinetsecurity · 9 months

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would I trust them to give me T shots?

welcome back to witttgmts; where I review characters based on such important factors such as vibes, canonical knowledge, and generally scummery

first up is Nandor!

Would I trust Nandor to give me T shots? No, I would not. Not because I think he’s particularly untrustworthy I just think he’d forget and then get frustrated at being reminded. 4/10 could be worse

next is Nadja!

I feel like if I could convince Nadja to actually do it, she would be very good about giving me T shots. My only concern would be that she would decide to follow some piece of knowledge Nandor/Lazlo gave her and accidentally kill me or something. 7/10, she’s an icon, she’s a queen

next up is Lazlo!

Straight up no. He would probably be both willing and enthusiastic, and dare I say would probably know how to do it, but there is a nonzero chance he wouldn’t decide to randomly inject me with some concoction of his own devising. He is a man of science from before ethics got involved and I like to consider myself a tad bit smarter than that. 1/10 please send help

next is Guillermo!

Guillermo I would trust. He’s not particularly squeamish, is a good friend (most the time), and a fellow queer of the modern age. He would be careful and make sure to do it right. Only concern is that he might pull some disappearing act and leave me without any support. 8/10, wish him the best.

Colin Robinson

See, I feel like Colin Robinson already knows have to administer T shots. And he’s good at it. He’ll feed on you the whole time as payment, but he’s absolutely fantastic at it. He doesn’t tell anyone and asks you not to tell anyone because it would make him too interesting, but 10/10, I would trust him with my life.

#wwdits #spoiler free #would I trust them to give me t shots?#nandor the relentless #guillermo de la cruz #colin robinson #I would do more but eeeeh I’m tired #if anyone else has any thoughts about this feel free to toss them in the notes #love to get other’s opinions

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Neil Gaiman: writes a disturbing short story meant to terrify us

Tumblr girlies: turns on the dumb bimbo ray

I'm sorry but if he didn't want me to omegafy Simon Powers he shouldn't have cast the most breedable boy on the planet to play him with the tiniest cocklet and milkiest tits and thighs. Putting in a scene that looks like him getting familiar with his newly opened pussy doesn't help matters...

Warning ahead: 18+, A/B/O, dubcon (heat sex), intersex omega biology

Simon lived his whole life believing he was a beta, everyone else got to present in middle or high school, he remembers how shocked his classmates were when someone presented at 18 or in college. He wasn't worried too much about himself, he was a regular beta like everyone else in the family but he still let out a sigh of relief when he finished his BA with no surprise presentation. He got a beta ID, went into a boring job meant for betas and lived his boring beta life until a mysterious gash appeared beneath his underwear.

It itched at first, that's how he noticed it forming; took a hand mirror to see the red line, almost like a healed wound beneath his small cock and almost reaching his anus. He thought maybe he scratched it somehow, if the jeans' seem left behind the mark, but the gash seemed to slowly grow more prominent and itchy and started to get painful. He put healing creams on it, but nothing helped; he finally decided to go to the doctor's office when the gash hurt so much he couldn't sit through work at his monotone desk job.

"Ah, you'll be having your first heat shortly," the doctor said as he examined the area that Simon shyly showed him. His rubber gloved fingers applied gentle pressure as they rubbed along the gash, making Simon shudder. "Your canal will open within a week, that's why it's so painful currently. I'll prescribe you some soothing cream that will ease the pain without harm and a lube injected with alpha pheromones and a set of opening knotted dildos if you don't have one. It's important to start small, no matter how tempting the larger ones may be, trust me."

Simon couldn't even reply he was so in shock at this turn of events but he was sure he couldn't be an omega, he couldn't. "T-there must be a mistake, you see, I'm a beta, I couldn't possibly go into heat, this is just a scar or some infection or some disease, it's not a ... not that."

The beta doctor looked at him with patient understanding as he pet his thigh. "I know this seems like a big change that will take some time to accept, but believe me the sooner you do it the better. You can change your documents to omega within a month, I'll give you the diagnosis certificate in just a jiffy."

"No, no, no..." Simon shook his head, wide eyed. "You don't understand, this is not a-..., I'm too old to present anyway, I'm 22, I couldn't possibly-,"

"I've seen plenty present in their twenties, you're not an exception my dear." The doctor waved a dismissive hand. "It's just more common in your teens because people tend to be the most hormonal at that time. But say if you were a sickly child or have a weak immune system or underfed, or more than likely grew up in a repressive household, it can stretch out to your twenties when your body is ready to present. I see your whole family is beta, correct? I couldn't imagine you'd have felt safe to present at the time you lived at home."

Simon looked away, the doctor didn't need to pry into his family life, no matter how true his words rang. He doesn't want to think about how mortified his parents would be if they learnt he was an omega.

"Besides haven't you been wondering why your testicles never dropped? That is the number one indicator one would turn out to be an omega. Your ejaculation is a clear fluid too, isn't it? Omega males cannot produce semen. You should have expected this to happen really."

Simon reddened at the information the doctor laid out: he thought all of that was normal for betas. "I-, I... I don't-, I'm sorry sir but you're incorrect. Have a nice day." Simon rushed out of his office barely having done his trousers up, not looking behind as the doctor scrambled to try to give him his prescription. He purposefully didn't take it; the old man couldn't be right.

Unfortunately things didn't seem to be turning any brighter as the pain between his legs only intensified and his fingers kept rubbing at the gash that grew more and more prominent each day. But he couldn't... he couldn't be... oh God.

He was on his way to work when he realized something was wrong. He couldn't stop rubbing back on the metro seat, the friction easing the ache in him, but he felt awfully hot, like the temperature was twice the amount shown on his phone's weather report, and everything smellt so intense like someone broke a crate of cologne somewhere in the metro cart, enchanting musky scents hitting his senses. He felt so faint and hazy he barely registered the alphas staring at him until the alpha standing in front of him started palming at his hard on not even a meter away from Simon's panting face. Simon looked up, confused, but the man just kept stroking himself, his large dick bearing a clear outline against his trousers, his eyes trained on Simon intensely. What was worse is that Simon felt the urge to plant his face into his crotch much more than to get away.

The man's hand traveled to his face, cupping his jaw and making Simon arch his neck and when his thumb found its way to Simon's lips, he obediently took the digit into his mouth without a second thought. Why was this happening? He had no clue, but the alpha smelled so fucking good he could only suck on his finger pressing on his tongue and bat his heavy eyelashes just as the announcer voice of the metro said his stop.

It was like being pushed into a pool of cold water he quickly pulled away and scrambled up from his seat, rushing out of the metro car, mortified at realizing how indecent he acted in public with a stranger. He shook the thought of the delicious salty taste of the alphas hand; he couldn't be late for work, his boss would have his head.

He didn't notice the wet patch in the crotch of his trousers until he stepped outside and the cold air hit it. Was he...wet? But he couldn't have peed himself... What the hell??

He didn't have time to stop at the underground station's bathroom he had to get to work on time, but now the wetness seeping through and running down his legs was impossible to ignore. He had to show his face at the office first, make sure he clocks in on time, then hide in the bathroom to figure out what the hell was going on.

But the moment he stepped through the office door he knew he was in trouble: alpha coworkers of his that never paid attention to him before stared at him intensely and flocked around him asking if he needed any help, most of them not even realizing he's been working here for two years already, he couldn't even get through to his desk, all of their scents that he never previously felt attacking his nose and sticking to the back of his throat, making him weak at the knees. Fuck, he might pass out. But the situation just got worse when he heard his boss growl.

"Simon, in my office. Now."

Simon couldn't hold back the whimper finding its way out of his throat as he shyly made his way over to his boss' office, the much older man looking with proper disapproval at him despite how good his scent was. His boss was wearing the "I'm in the mood to fire someone" scowl under his grey mustache.

"You think you can just prance around smelling like a whore?" His boss, Stevenson grumbled, the word from his mouth making Simon almost choke as he stood in front of his desk, head bowed, fidgeting with his fingers. Stevenson circled him like a predator would with its prey, taking big whiffs of his scent and sneering meanly. "Always knew you'd be trouble, the moment you walked through the door, but I never thought you'd be so idiotic that you would lie about your second gender to get a job and then promptly forget your suppressants and cause chaos in the whole office. Every alpha now is horned up because of you, boy."

"S-sir, I can explain-," Simon mumbled but Stevenson didn't let him finish.

"Goodie, can't wait to hear what you come up with to not have me fire your ass. All the damn alphas including myself won't be able to think with a clear head for the rest of the day because you dragged in your fucking omega in heat scent that will now cling to every fucking surface. That's too much fucking work lost for the day, Simon, so you better have a great fucking explanation."

Simon gulped, feeling tears prickle at his eyes and his fists shaking by his sides as he said, "I'm not an omega."

Stevenson shook his head dumbly and blinked, "What did you say?"

"I-, I am not an omega," Simon spoke a bit louder, not daring to look his boss in the eyes and keeping his gaze trained on his shoes as hopeless tears started falling down his flushed cheeks. "It's just a mistake, i don't know why,... why I smell like this to you but, I swear it's not me, I'm a beta. I've been smelling things all day, strange scents, so I know what you mean sir, but it's not me. These musky strong scents come from someone else, it messes with me too. I'm just sick, I-, I have this weird infection that makes me achy and itchy and I think I have a fever-," he couldn't finish though because Stevenson erupted into a wheezing laughter.

"Oh God, that's-, pff... that's good." Stevenson couldn't even hold himself together for a moment, his fury diminished as he looked at Simon with the most amusement he's ever seen in the man's eyes. "Here I thought you were just a dumb little bitch, but no, you're properly stupid, that's fucking great."

Simon sniffled silently, the humiliation coloring his cheeks further, feeling like he wanted to hide in a hole somewhere far away.

"That musky scents you're talking about? That's bloody alpha arousal answering your fucking cream puff sweet omega scent begging for a bloody breeding, you idiot. Of course you think you have a fever, you're in heat for God's sake. Can't believe you didn't know you were an omega, Powers. But I guess I can believe you have such little thought in your pretty little head, that your own cunt flew past your head."

Simon bit his lip, holding back a sob. "I-, I don't have a cu-, a cun-, a cunt..." He could only whisper the word, he was far too embarrassed to say it as confidently as his boss who cocked an eyebrow and just chuckled at what a miserable sight he made.

"Yeah you don't? Then what the fuck is gushing all that slick that soaked your bloody trousers and is now making a whole fucking pool on my floor?"

Simon almost jumped seeing how much of the clear viscous fluid dripped into a puddle where he stood and every movement he made his trousers just made an uncomfortable wet noise. It was horrifying.

"I-, I-, sir, I need to use the bathr-,"

"Let's take a good look at what is making all this mess, shall we? Since you're so sure it couldn't possibly be your cunt."

Simon didn't understand what Stevenson meant until the older man grabbed him by the scruff of his neck and shoved him to lean back against his desk, getting between Simon's spread thighs confidently. Simon tried to weakly push him back but Stevenson’s scent got him utterly drunk, and seeing his thick cock outlined against his thigh beneath his trousers swept all other thought that wasn't needing to see his dick. He could only give a surprised little noise as Stevenson ripped his trousers off of Simon, together with his ruined underwear, and pushed him to sit his soaked ass on his desk.

"Well look at that." Stevenson purred, keeping Simon's legs spread in the air. He still had his shoes and socks on, but his crotch was bare and unbearably wet to the cold air. "I'd say that's a pitch perfect omega pussy that's been drooling all that slick on my floor. Take a good look at it, boy, it's a real beauty."

Simon couldn't believe his eyes as he folded on himself to see his gash open and pink and wet and leaking all over; he's seen this before in porn, seen omega boy pussies that get felt up and fucked by big burly alpha cocks, but he never thought that one day he himself would have one right beneath his twitching erect cock.

"Fuck, you might just have the prettiest omega cunt I've ever seen, look at you. Gorgeous." Stevenson stroked on the outer edges of his pink cunt, where the lips were puffy and milky soft, tinted with a pink hue, and as he thumbed them apart Simon could see his insides were almost red.

Stevenson got his phone out and angled it before Simon could even think about what he was doing. "Gotta take just a few pictures of this pretty puss puss, you know? My buddies won't believe what a quality cunt I got on my desk."

Simon quickly closed his legs, mortified, but not before Stevenson snapped a couple pictures. "No, no, no, delete those, please, sir, you can't-,"

"Oh I damn well can." Stevenson grumbled, annoyed by Simon's disobedience and took a hold of Simon's thighs again to manually open them back up. "You bring this pussy in here dripping with heat, disrupt the workplace, and you still think you can just say no to me? Who do you think you are, Powers?"

Simon sniffled but tried to keep his legs closed, even with Stevenson’s superior strength, crying for him not to look, it was too embarrassing. Finally Stevenson seemed to realize he wasn't going to get anywhere with Simon with just brute force and his hands turned gentle and caressing on his thighs.

"Simon," Stevenson started with a deep reassuring tone, the alpha comforting voice making Simon slowly calm down as he continued. "You're so beautiful, my dear, you know it's hard to resist. I've been dreaming of bending you over my desk and fucking that sweet round ass of yours since I first saw you. Now that I know what a perfect pussy you kept from me you've turned me a little mad, sweetheart, forgive me." His whisper against Simon's throat had him shiver. "You enchanted me, you little minx."

"I-, I didn't mean to..." Simon whispered back, his anxieties dulled by Stevenson’s alpha pheromones, letting his thighs be slowly moved apart as the older man kissed along his neck. He didn't even realize he was bearing his neck for a mating bite instinctively, revealing his own interest. "I didn't have a ...a cu-cunt before, it just opened up today, I-, I haven't even seen it before, I swear."

Stevenson hummed thoughtfully and massaged Simon's hips, pressing himself between Simon's spread legs and offering his embrace that Simon gratefully nuzzled into.

"It's alright, baby, I believe you, your pussy did look amazingly fresh. Can I feel it? Feel what a good pussy you got? I'll be gentle."

Simon hid his face against Stevenson’s neck, not answering with words but giving out a muffled whine that Stevenson interpreted as a "yes". One of his hands massages Simon's back, while the other caressed its way between their bodies, making sure to keep his moves gentle and predictable. Simon couldn't stop squirming and whining as Stevenson’s hand cupped his... his pussy, and rubbed.

It felt good. Better than good. It felt much more intense than any touch that ever landed on his virgin cock, it felt like an electric shock of pleasure to be touched in such a way. He subconsciously rocked into the feeling and breathed hard against Stevenson’s neck while gripping at the back of his shirt. The feeling of his cunt being rubbed paired with Stevenson’s mind-numbing scent had him come apart.

"M-more, more" Simon gasped, "touch me more, sir."

"Greedy little slut, aren't you?" Stevenson chuckled but kissed the side of his head and complied, pressing a finger into Simon's tight entrance. It felt so strange, but lovely.

When he was a teenager he learned about how beta boys can also be fucked by other beta or alpha boys, they just use their butts. He has been playing with his ass since he was fourteen, fingering it when masturbating to help him get off and imagine another man on top of him. He thought that was the best feeling until now when Stevenson pushed in another finger, and started earnestly fingerfucking his oozing sensitive cunt. It felt incredible.

"Fuck, you're so wet, so pliant for me, you want this cute cunny filled, don't you?" Stevenson groaned as he added a third finger, pushing in and out rhythmically, his fingerpads nudging at places Simon never felt before. "Look at you, your hungry little pussy is eating up anything I give it."

Simon pulled back to watch as Stevenson’s hand worked his cunt, his wrist soaked and his movements giving the wettest squelching noises as Simon rocked back on the intrusion with little gasps of pleasure. He had a hand scratching at his boss' shoulder, the other holding himself up against his desk while his legs remained spread wide for easy access. His boss looked so hot too, his previously neatly combed back grey hair in disarray, his blue eyes blown wide with lust, his big barrel chest heaving beneath his shirt as he rucked up Simon's shirt to squeeze at his chest. Simon cried out when Stevenson rubbed at his sweet spot that felt oh so familiar to the one in his ass: he was going to cum.

"Perfect, fuck, perfect pussy, I need to get my cock into you. I know you were meant for it." Stevenson tried to pull his hand back but Simon grabbed him by the wrist, afraid of losing that pleasure.

"No, no, stay. Stay." Simon whined, rocking back on his fingers, his mouth hanging open as he looked up at Stevenson with hooded eyes. "I want to cum, please, please, sir, make me cum."

"I'll only let you cum on this cock, boy," Stevenson chuckled, wrenching his hand out, not caring about Simon's needy begging as he worked his trousers open and pulled out his large fat alpha cock.

Simon couldn't believe the size of it. That monster was almost the size of his forearm. How could that thing ever fit inside of him?

"Not a brat anymore, are you? So desperate until he gets what he needs." Stevenson chuckled, rubbing his erection along Simon's pussy, knocking into his cocklet that was barely a quarter of his boss' erection. "And you thought you were a fucking beta, look at your little clit against my manhood. You were meant to take cock like this, Simon. Tell me you were."

Simon bit his lip, shy and embarrassed despite the need in his belly, his mind utterly melted from the feeling of that large cock rubbing against his cunt: he never wanted anything more.

"Say you were meant for my cock." Stevenson slapped his cock against Simon's pussy teasingly, coming away with slick ribbons each time. It was too good to deny. "Say you need this cock in your pretty pussy, Simon."

Simon felt a tear fall from his lashes as he looked up at his boss and spread his legs wider. "I was m-meant for your...for your cock, sir. I need it in my... I need it in my pussy, please."

He only managed a shy whisper but that was enough to drive Stevenson wild and press the tip in immediately. "Fuck, yes, Simon, yes I'll give it to to you, I'll give you what you need, fuck."

Simon gasped at the initial breach, and threw his head back as more and more went in his tight cunt, falling back on the desk with a cry from the burning pain of too much cock in his too little canal. It felt like being torn apart, he screamed like a wounded animal but that didn't stop Stevenson from pushing in more and more and impossibly more until he bottomed out. Simon thought he blacked out for a moment and when he came to he was breathless and overstuffed. It hurt so much, but it felt so good, like an ache being soothed with this new pain. Like everything was right finally.

Stevenson gave him a few minutes to adjust to the feeling of his cock, he himself shuddering and purring praises about Simon's virgin cunny taking him so well, and his filthy mouth got Simon rocking back on his cock sooner than he should have. But that movement of interest was what got Stevenson to start thrusting and Simon's mind melted out of his head.

"Never had someone so tight, oh my God, so fucking made for this cock. I've gotta give you a raise for letting me in your virgin pussy, Simon, it's really the best I've ever had, such a perfect little thing." Stevenson was panting above him, taking his time to suck on Simon's nipples and feeling him up as he started earnestly pounding Simon's too tender pussy.

He didn't know what to say back, but he couldn't even think about it with how his mind and body completely surrendered to the pleasure. It felt like heaven, the pain barely noticeable anymore, but even that ache added to the ecstasy. He ran his fingers through Stevenson’s hair, scratched down his shoulders as back, and moaned when Stevenson leaned in for a filthy kiss.

To think he always hated his boss and found him an utter dickhead, eager to leave work every day, - now he wished the bastard never stopped fucking him, his dick the only thing keeping Simon from dying of need, his kiss soothing all of his worries. Simon kissed him again and again, mewling into it as Stevenson railed him good and hard: he felt so fucking perfect, it was like he was in love.

He barely noticed his own orgasm squirting onto his belly until Stevenson chuckled into his mouth, "You're so cute when you cum, meowing like a little kitten. Making a mess all over my desk, you know Daddy's gonna make you lick all of your cummies up, right, Simon?"

Simon's poor oversensitive body couldn't handle Stevenson’s dirty talk, his cocklet and cunt twitched painfully as he let Stevenson pound him harder. He knew he's going to ache all over tomorrow but all he wanted now was to please his alpha and he licked along Stevenson’s short grey beard, whining with each thrust, begging for something he didn't even know he needed.

It wasn't until he felt Stevenson start to expand in his cunt that he realized.

"Shit, baby, I can knot you, right? Let daddy stuff you full, Simon." The desk was creaking wildly as Stevenson’s thrust grew erratic, jackhammering into Simon's little pussy. "You need this knot, boy, let me fill you up."

Simon moaned at the stretch as the knot grew fatter and fatter, pulling on his cunt with each thrust more and more, wincing in pain until it grew so big Stevenson couldn't pull back out, so he just buried himself as deep as possible as he rabbit fucked his cunt until he came with a roar into Simon's pussy.

The feeling of hot thick cum pooling in rivers inside him, filling him up, it was incredible, like everything was finally right. Simon never felt more complete and he came again, weakly squirting more onto his stomach. It's when he was observing the stickiness did he realize that his lower belly had a slight bump in it that only grew more and more.

Stevenson chuckled at his shocked expression and purred as he humped Simon as much as the knot would allow, milking his cock inside the tight pussy. "I'm gonna be cumming for another fifteen minutes sweetheart so expect that to grow a bit but don't worry it's not permanent. I'm just stuffing you right, that's what a bitch needs in heat."

He said those words so softly Simon couldn't help but nuzzle against his bearded jaw, seeking comfort from his alpha while watching his stomach. It was growing like he was pregnant or something. That's right, omegas can carry babies, right? How did that work? He was too tired to think of it now, but he was sure he wouldn't be getting pregnant from his first heat, right? His boss wouldn't have knotted him if he did, right? He wouldn't stuff him with four more loads on his desk and then take him home and spend three days knotting him over and over, right?

The positive pregnancy test two weeks later told him no, that wasn't right.

#this came from brainstorming with jo who wanted to see stevenson together with simon powers as a crackship #stevenson was the poor sod in my 1917 fic that got a blowie from Schofield and then promptly died #but in a modern au he'd be a jackass boss to simon and knock him up on purpose to keep the clumsy little thing for himself #simon powers #neil gaiman #george mackay #ask rambles #stevenson x simon #i guess they're a ship now lol #i should draw Stevenson together with Reiner & Sándor to give you an idea what my OC's look like #a/b/o #omegaverse

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