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chronicbeans · 3 months

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Nurse's Office

Needed to write a platonic Alastor x Nurse Reader Angst fic after I saw that fight between him and Adam like holy hell.

TW: Injuries and Blood, Medical Tools/Procedures, Anxiety/Slight Panic, Spiraling Mental Health

So... When you got started at the Hazbin Hotel, you didn't expect to be a nurse there. Sure, you have the skills, but you usually don't have a nurse working a hotel. Now, though, you completely understand why they'd want to hire you for that, and not the room service position you applied for. Over the little time you've been here, you've seen more injuries that you could've ever imagined at a single hotel, with so few guests.

After the fight with the angels, though? You have been working on overdrive. You've had to patch everyone up, and you can't even find Alastor. You keep doing a head count after every person you treat, seeing if you can find him, but he doesn't show up. Your anxiety only gets worse once you check on Vaggie, the last person you had to help, and he still didn't make an appearance.

You don't want to assume the worst, though, so you grab some medical supplies, put them into a bag, then head out into the debris. He has to be somewhere. Even if he's not alive, he still deserves to be found. He also couldn't have gotten far! Yeah, he kind of... disappeared at one point...? You didn't get a good look, but he did disappear from your sight. But you don't suspect he'd have went far from the hotel while injured. Just far enough to be safe. That's what you hope, at least...

You continue wandering around for a few hours, your legs feeling exhausted after a while. Climbing over all the rubble, breathing in some of the settling dust, and straining your eyes to see up ahead is tiring... that, and you keep scraping your hands and knees on the sharp rocks and broken concrete. The most disheartening part, though, is that you still haven't seen him... Then, you spot it.

A tiny little splatter of blood.

Then, another splatter nearby...

And another...

Yes, a trail! You don't know who it's going to lead to, but you can see some lights in the distance. It at least leads somewhere. You quickly begin to follow it, seeing the red light get brighter and brighter. The radio tower comes into view. You know that it has to be Alastor, at this point. Why hadn't you thought of it sooner? You climb down the rubble, beginning to make your way over to the ruined tower ahead of you.

As you get close to the bottom hatch, you hear some footsteps against the floor. Immediately, you knock on the hatch, making your presence known. "Alastor! It's (Y/N)! I'm coming in there! If you're on the door, you better get off. Don't even try to stop me from getting in, either, because I'll climb through one of the windows if I have to." You pause, hearing the footsteps stop for a moment. After a few seconds, you crawl into the radio tower.

The place is a mess, to say the least... which, you expected. You stand up, then immediately scan the room for Alastor. It's a bit dark, and knowing him, he's probably going to try to hide, somehow. He hates being seen as weak, and from all the blood you've seen so far, he's gotten injured. Badly.

"Alastor? I know you're in here. I heard you walking." You walk around the room, checking every corner. Then, you notice an oddly moving shadow, alongside a puddle of blood. You walk over to it, frowning. "I know you're there. Come on. I'm here to help." You sigh as the shadow makes a little grunt noise, much like a deer would. You then cross your arms, narrowing your eyes at it. Looks like you'll have to appeal to his ego a little.

"How do you think people would feel if you, the great Radio Demon, died here alone in the shambles of his radio tower?" The shadow grows quiet as you say this, and before you know it, Alastor appears before you. He looks terrible, holding his stomach with one arm and the broken remains of his microphone in his other hand. You take a step towards him, but he backs away a bit.

"I'm fine, dear... It's nothing I can't handle. Just give me some time to regain my energy, then I-" You shake your head instantly, gesturing to his wound. "No, Alastor! Look at you. You almost died! Sure, maybe you can regenerate, I don't know... but I spent an hour or so looking for you, with the sole intention of helping you! I didn't come here for you to tell me "No, I don't need help, even though I'm severely wounded"! I came here to assist you."

You watch his eyes widen, his already strained grin becoming even more strained. His ears then pull back, the look in his eyes becoming more distressed. He mutters something, before nodding. Then, he leans against the wall, before slowly easing himself to the floor. "Fine, dear. If you truly came all this way, I guess it would be rude if I said no to your help." You are a bit shocked he gave up so easily, as well as how uneasy he looks. You decide to just help him, though.

You crouch next to him, taking out your medical tools from your bag. "You're definitely going to need stitches... my healing magic can only do so much, but it should work better if I close the wound first." You smile gently, before you point to him. "Though, I'm going to have to, at least, unbutton your shirt and coat to do so. Are you comfortable with that? I know you are very iffy about being touched..."

Alastor then begins to show more visible signs of discomfort, his eyebrows furrowing, and a slight static hum droning from somewhere nearby. You pick up on it, beginning to think aloud. "I can try to find some way to maneuver around the fabric, instead, since it was cut open-" "No. No. I trust you, dear." You blink a few times, wondering why he is acting so oddly. "Are you sure...?" "Yes, dear. I know you well enough to trust you." He then pauses, before quickly adding "You're a medical professional, after all. You've probably seen more than an upper torso, before. I trust you to not be a degenerate."

You simply chuckle, nodding. "You better! I'd say we're good friends, after all." You then quickly unbutton the clothing, before grabbing some sterile gloves and disinfectant. As you put the gloves on, you hear him mutter something, once again. Then, when you grab a set of tweezers and a cotton ball, he makes an odd comment. "We're great friends, yes...? If I told you a secret, you'd keep it, right?" You nod as you pick the cotton ball up with the needle, cover it in disinfectant, then begin to disinfectant the wound. "Yeah. You can tell me. It'll probably keep you distracted from any pain you feel, too."

Instead of a hiss of pain, the static noise grows loud for a moment. Then, it quiets down a bit as he talks. "I'm not entirely sure if you know this, already, but I made a deal... My soul is owned by someone else. I regret it more than anything..." You let out a little hum, your expression changing to one of shock. You grab the suture needle, as well as some thread. "Why are you telling me this?"

"(Y/N), my dear... I trust you more than many others. I've seen you working in that nurse's office of yours. You care more than the average sinner about others. Almost to a hilarious degree. I can imagine you patching up a soldier on one side of a battle and sending them out, then immediately do the same with someone from their enemy's side." He then laughs, before coughing a bit. "You care... but don't care when it comes to the right things to interest me. I trust you to not care about this, even if it means you'll keep secrets from me."

You nod, before gently smiling. "I'll keep it a secret... I know others could hold this against you and use it for an advantage. So, I won't say a word. Plus, you're right. I'm a bit of a chaotic middle ground. I don't like taking sides." You then get the needle into position, beginning to actually sew him up. "So, tell me... Is there anything else you're anxious about?"

His ears flick, the static growing once more. Then, it dies down again. "I don't want to be remembered as an altruist... I don't want to be seen as someone who had died for that hotel and his friends. I know that there's probably some people there who believe I died... and knowing Vox, he probably found some way to watch what happened. That man is practically obsessed with me, after all, dear!" He laughs, again, causing you to have to pause your suturing. After a few seconds, he begins coughing more. He sounds genuinely upset, despite his laughing.

"Why wouldn't you like that?" Alastor seems to disregard your question, instead beginning to talk about his deal once more. "There has to be an exit to that deal... a loophole. Something so I can get out of it..." You begin to continue, almost done with your work. "Are you sure...? What was it?" "I'm sure, and it's private matters."

You finish up, thing up the last suture's knot. Then, you take off your gloves, putting on a fresh pair, and grab the bandages. "... Alastor, are you alright...?" He looks to you, his eyes wide. "Why are you asking...? I am perfectly fine. Not a problem here. After I get free from my deal, I'll be-"

You narrow your eyes at him. "Alastor... you're frowning."

Alastor seems to grab at his cheeks for a moment, an odd, anxious grimace spreading across his face. Then, he begins forcing another grin. His tone is a lot more frantic, as if he has begun to spiral. Or, perhaps, just begun to outwardly express that he's spiraling. "I wasn't frowning. I am fine, dear." "You're not fine... but, if you say so, Alastor. I won't push the topic." You bandage his wound, before sighing. "Okay, so... This magic works oddly. You'll be-"

Before you can finish, he begins standing up. "Hey, wait-" He, holds a hand up, shushing you. Then, he points to himself. "I'll take care of the rest. You should handle your own wounds, dear. Don't think I haven't noticed your scrapes and cuts. You look like you've ran through a thornbush on your way over here." He begins buttoning up his shirt and coat, and you're shocked to see it repairing itself as he does so. Clearly, while your friend's power is limited, he's hiding more secrets than you expected...

"Fine... You better not leave me here by myself as I do so, though." You go from a crouching position, to a sitting one, as you clean off your tiny cuts. You hear him go quiet, for a moment, but can't see his expression due to your focus now being on yourself. After a few moments, though, you hear him chuckle.

For the first time, you hear his voice clearly, with no radio waves obscuring it. "Of course, dear. I never would dream of that. The others, though? Maybe..."

#hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel alastor #hazbin alastor #alastor hazbin hotel #alastor the radio demon #alastor #alastor x reader #hazbin hotel x reader #platonic x reader #platonic #Hehehe I might make a sequel idk

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cas-kingdom · 10 months

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For drabble requests how about something for Greys Anatomy where while Derek is busy in surgery the reader comes in injured and Amelia is there to comfort her and make the medical decisions? It doesn’t have to be anything serious really, I’d just love some reader and Amelia bonding 🥰🥰🥰

The walk of shame along the corridors of Grey Sloan was not altogether unfamiliar to you. Many times had you trudged reluctantly along the polished floors of the surgical unit, clutching some injury or another, purposefully trying to avoid the eyes of anyone you knew--which, in such a unit, was pretty impossible.

Years ago, you would have been slightly less embarrassed. Kids always got into medical equipment, right? At least kids of surgeons who were constantly working. But now, it didn't seem quite right. You were a month away from Johns Hopkins, had aced all your exams and probably wouldn't have even needed the reference letters from half the surgical team, and here you were, head hung low in disgrace as you held your bleeding hand to your chest.

If it weren't for the fact you knew your dad would absolutely murder you if he found out you had hidden an injury from him again, you would have locked yourself away in a break room somewhere and attempted to patch yourself up best you could. Alas. Your father was Derek Shepherd. And after the broken nose you'd managed to keep from him for almost twenty-four hours a couple years ago, he'd all but held you hostage until you promised on his life you wouldn't do it again.

So, here you were. Reluctant as hell but somehow still not regretting the situation that had lead you to this moment.

"Hi, have you seen Dr. Shepherd around?" you asked a passing intern. When he made to walk over to the surgery board, finger already pointing at one row in particular, you visibly grimaced.

"Uh, no, the other one. Amelia Shepherd?" You had no intention of crying to your dad today. Your pride had been smashed to pieces enough.

The intern pointed down the hallway and you saw your aunt walking around a corner with another nurse. Pressing your lips in a thin line, you thanked the intern and followed after her. Your pace was fast enough not to lose her but slow enough that you had time to rehearse your lines before you were bombarded with judgment.

Amelia ducked into a radiology room and you steeled yourself before pushing the door open. "Amelia?"

"Y/N. Why are you holding your hand like that?"

You wouldn't have been surprised at the question, in fact you had fully expected it, if Amelia had turned around to actually see who had walked through the door. Your aunt could do powerful stuff, but mindreading was not on that list.

"I saw you earlier." Amelia turned, arms crossed, brows raised. "Well done, by the way. Meredith thought it would take you longer to find someone. I said it would take..." She glanced at her watch and shrugged. "Twenty minutes. Not bad."

Her supposed victory was short-lived when she looked up. Her eyes fell on your hand and her face dropped as she walked quickly over to you. "I'd rather you not drip blood on the floor," she said, an obvious tease behind her words, as she gently pulled you over to sit down.

You made a face, not having realised. "Oops."

"Oops is right, kiddo." Amelia knelt in front of the swivel chair and let you uncover your hand, humming under her breath when she noted the long, jagged line running down the side of your hand from the base of your wrist to the middle of your pinky finger. "How'd you manage this, huh? Don't tell me you found the electrical saw again."

You rolled your eyes. "I stabbed myself, actually," you said matter-of-factly.

"Ooh, that's a new one. With what?" When your reluctance finally kicked in, Amelia looked up. "With what, Y/N?"

Your hand began to throb and only then did you decide that answering your aunt's questions was probably the easiest way to getting relief. "A needle," you said. "I found a suture practice kit and, oh my God, Amelia, you know that's like giving me candy. I couldn't just leave it alone."

Amelia nodded along, gently probing at the red skin around your wound. "So you practiced sutures on fake skin and, what? Sewed yourself?"

"There was a noise outside and I jerked my hand," you deadpanned. Amelia glanced up, on the verge of laughter, and you looked away stiffly. "It hurts."

"Well, lesson learnt. For now," she added after as a second thought. There was a short silence after that was broken only by your hiss of pain when Amelia touched an exceptionally sensitive spot. Sucking a breath through her teeth, the surgeon sat back on her heels and looked up at you. "How were your sutures?" she asked. "Straight? Neat?"

You lit up, Derek's smug smile curving your lips not a second later. "Straightest and neatest you'll ever see."

"That's my girl." Amelia squeezed your knee before standing to her feet and taking out her phone. "Now, what do we tell your dad when he sees you later with stitches in your hand?"

You couldn't have groaned louder. If the chair didn't have a straight back, you would have fallen backwards with the force of it. When you righted yourself, a fierce look of indignation on your face, Amelia wasn't even attempting to hide her amusement.

"I need stitches?"

"Yup. Aaand, lucky for you, I think Derek should be out of surgery by now." Chipper as ever in the face of her niece's almost tangible disgust, she held open the door and nodded in its direction. "Come on, kiddo. He'll be glad to do a little needlework. Bring him back to basics."

You rolled your eyes once more as you got up, cradling your hand to your chest. "Like brother, like sister," you grumbled as you passed your aunt.

"What was that?"

"I said: like brother, like sister, you sadist."

Amelia snorted.

Grey's Masterpost

#grey's anatomy #amelia shepherd #derek shepherd #amelia x reader #amelia shepherd x reader #derek x reader #derek shepherd x reader #amelia x derek #derek x amelia #reader #reader fic #daughter reader #daughter!reader #mine

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weepingchronicles · 27 days

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platonic yandere katara headcanons

tw/cw: overbearing behavior, yandere, guilt tripping, infantilizing

a/n: yippie katara headcanons! this is just thoughts I had and female yanderes are so underated here especially katara herself

I'm also working your guys requests, i have a lot of drafts right now!!

katara is a very controlling but soft yandere

her tendencies are a bit more toned down if you're older than her, but if you're younger you are basically adopted as her little sibling or mother

however she sees you as, she's still very motherly

she's a bit more soft because she'll let you socialize and have friends especially with those she loves like aang, sokka and toph

but she'll get VERY protective if fire nation is somehow involved, even when she eventually warms up to zuko she doesn't like him around you

if you're fire nation however? she'll insist that you're different and the only one who is truly good in her eyes

if you go against her and talk to zuko or someone fire nation, she'll basically guilt trip you and cry

"how could you do this to me? you know my mother died by firebenders" sob sob

some part of its sincere, other half knows if she cries you'll do as she says

if you ever get sick or injured, she is by your side ALL THE TIME

if you get a smallest paper cut or bruise she'll insist on healing it for you, which is fine at first until she demands full body healing sessions DAILY just incase you're hurt somewhere she can't see or you can't feel

her controlling tendencies go to its MAX and her overwhelming need to care for you goes out of control. she'll bathe you or at least be right beside you (just incase something happens!!), cook for you, do all your clothes, EVERYTHING until you're fully healed.

she genuinely hates to see you like this and couldn't live with herself if you got hurt more because she wasn't there.

the only reason she lets you come with her and the rest of the gaang is because what if something happens to you and she isn't there to heal you? she just needs you to be within a 2 feet radius

the only way i can see you reasoning with her is if you go to sokka or aang for help, to intervene. aang straight up says no, he's too loyal to katara and knows she's projecting her trauma onto you. sokka does try talking but it ends up in a full blown argument and kinda gives up

besides it's not like she's hurting you or anything??

she'll tone it down after sokka talks with her a bit but goes back right after

so you might as well live with it! 🩷🩷

if you try to escape, which I don't blame you-

you might be able to get away for even a month or two if you prepare well enough but cmon, she has the fucking avatar as a boyfriend and a flying bison

it won't take too long before she tracks you so enjoy your freedom while it lasts

when she "reunites" with you, it's all tears. she's somehow even more overbearing and checks if you're hurt and asks 100 times as well

she won't be mad at you neither will she punish you

she'll definitely keep a closer eye on you and will snoop through your things if she believes you're plotting

the most she'll do to punish you is, again, guilt tripping

"how could you do this to me? you're just like my dad, leaving me alone!"

she's practically hysterical and the only way to calm her down is if you apologize and swear to never do it again

another thought is if she'd bloodbend for you?

I don't think she would nor do I think she'd get to the point of killing someone for you unless they MUST be stopped

but i do think she'd threaten to bloodbend others or maybe even you if pushed far enough

she'd never actually do it though..

#platonic yandere #yandere #soft yandere #yandere headcanons #avatar the last airbender #yandere atla #yandere katara

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i-am-a-l0st-gh0st · 10 months

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Wandering In The Woods~ Tighnari x Gn!Reader

A/N~ To the person who requested this, I somehow managed to lose the request, I vaguely remembered it. I'm so sorry if it's horrible.

Sumarry~ Tighanari is wandering in the woods when Collei comes across you unconscious.

During the late hours of the afternoon, Tighnari was packing up the site and trying to look for Collei. She had ventured off to try and find some things that he needed back at the shop. But why hadn't she returned? Archons, maybe she got lost? Or got hurt? Tighnari gave up playing the guessing game and went out to take a look.

As he got a little deeper in the Forrest, he started to hear a small little voice calling out for help. *Collei* he thought. Quickly he rushed towards the sound, and he was right it was Collei but there also seemed to be another person.

"Master Tighnari! I found this person, I don't know how to help them!"

The person still had a pulse and seemed to be breathing, maybe they had just tripped?

"It's alright Collei, they should be okay. You did good."

She nodded her head. Tighnari picked up the unconscious person and placed them on his back. He'd done this a few times, many people got injured in the forest near his shop. Finally the trio reached the site, and Tighnari placed down his patient on the makeshift bed. He had to admit they were a little cute.

Soon enough they woke up and the night had fallen. You sat up, slowly you adjusted to your surroundings, the canopy of trees above you, the soft bed beneath you, the slight breeze and how dark it was.

"Oh good, you awake." Tighnari had a little smile on his face. "My assistant, found you unconscious somewhere in the woods."

Still you couldn't figure out how to form words. Maybe it would come back?

"Are you alright?"

Instead of speaking you nodded.

"Alright, we should probably head back now. Are you okay to come back with me?"

Again you did the same action as before. Most of the camp was already packed up, all that was left was to start walking. Tighnari still wanted to keep and eye on you, you still seemed a bit out of it. At first you were hesitant to stay with him, but eventually agreed due to your current condition.

When arriving back to his shop, he told you he lived upstairs. Collei was already asleep in her room, and quietly snoring.

"Also, I only have my bed, you can take that."

"Oh no it's fine, you take it." It was the first time you'd spoken to him this evening.

You both finally agreed on you taking the bed because of your condition. But during the night the mattress seemed to sink under someone else's weight.

"Tighnari?" Your slightly croaky voice spoke

"Oh Archons you're still awake. Sorry it got a little chilly."

"Its alright it's your bed anyway."

Somehow during the night, you two became entangled, and both of you woke up in a blushing mess. Especially after Tighnari accidentally kissed you good morning on the head.

#genshin x reader #genshin impact #genshin #tighnari x reader #tighanri #tighnari genshin #I am so sorry to person who requested this #gn reader #genshin fluff #fluff

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yanxidarlings · 7 months

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YANDERE CHRIS MANAWA HEADCANONS (ftwd)

because i have to process his death somehow

literally no one asked but i'm doing this anyway; chris was instantly my favourite character after the riot, i might try and write yandere headcanons for all the characters i take a liking to after their death. (just so i can say they didn't die and are off yandereing somewhere 🤡)

out of all the characters (so far: s3 e1) chris has the most yandere potential, by a landslide. honestly it doesn't matter if he knew his darling before everything went to shit or if he met them along the way, either way, they're the only person he feels a sense of kinship with, the only person that understands him.

• what might of been a fondness, or a crush, develops into a consuming obsession as chris adapts to the new way of the world. his darling could have joined the group at LA, on the sea, at abigails villa or maybe they heard the car crash and came running to help, chris probably thinks they're extra weight on the group, why is his dad so soft hearted that they're letting a stranger join them? of course he'll feel bad once he realises they have no one else.

• the progression of developing obsessive thoughts about his darling to going full blown yandere is both gradual and alarmingly sudden: maybe his darling followed him and travis and then saved him from the bromigos (derek, brandon) putting him down.

• but unlike other yandere's, his darling has to "not look at him like he's disgusting" (your own words, christopher), they have to stay with him, and not condemn his actions as travis had.

• now they're the only person he has left, and what had been a festering obsession slowly growing as he became more violent, suddenly blows up; if he weren't injured, he'd surely drag his darling back to the farm and lock them far away from what was left of the world.

• either way, his darling will have to make their way back to the farm with him in order for him to heal. it was just him and his darling as far as chris was concerned. his father left him so easily, no one else would waste their time on someone as useless and injured as he now was, if his darling hadn't taken down brandon and derek, they would have without hesitation.

• initially, when it's just him and his darling, chris is a self sabotage kind of yandere. he pushes them away, tells them to leave him to die there; it's what they want to do, they just don't have the guts to do it.

• honestly his darling's compassion is what got them into this mess, through all his aggression and outbursts they don't abandon him when they know his leg is never going to return to how it was; he'll always be a burden on their back. he tells them this, but they still stay with him.

• the only one's who matter to him are himself and his darling, he's desperate for his injury to heal so he can stop being such a deadweight. chris hates the look of exhaustion they have after hunting for food and supplies, securing the farm from walkers and hostile survivors, they're doing it all for him and all he can do is lay there.

• it's chris's need to not be seen as a damaged child by his darling that fuels his obsession, the months they spend providing for him he fantasises about regaining his mobility, and shooting their leg so they become fully reliant on him.

• but chris would never let them fully heal, he's too afraid of coming across other survivors, his darling having other options. his fear of them leaving gets better but it never goes away.

• he's a controlling yandere, even with his injury, his darling can't leave the room without him interrogating them, where are you going? how long will you be? why are you going?! it's absolutely exhausting for his darling, but they probably brush it off as him being terrified of being left alone to die, he's got no one but them so why wouldn't he panic when they have to go out.

• whether chris's darling is younger or older than him, they'll feel responsible for him. but don't go acting all parental, darling, if for a moment he feels like they see him as a kid, he'll explode "THERE IS ONLY ALIVE AND DEAD IN THIS WORLD, STOP TREATING ME LIKE A CHILD" but by no means does this mean he doesn't want them to tuck him in before he goes to sleep, or coddle him throughout the healing process, he's a bit of a tsun-yan, but once his leg heals, and he feels like less of a burden, the outbursts will stop.

• chris is beyond possessive, he takes down all the old pictures of the suarez family just so he can be the only person they see. he doesn't hesitate for a moment in putting down other survivors that approach the farm, he takes some sort of sick joy in knowing he's keeping someone to himself for once. he grows to hate it when they bring up their old life and family; he can talk about his all he wants though, lil hypocrite.

• resources on the farm will run out eventually, chris and his darling will be forced to find shelter somewhere else, but he's not letting them go no matter what; they'll go on hunts together, chris won't let them leave his sight even to go to the bathroom as he becomes increasingly clingy.

• if they have to join a group, he won't let them get close to anyone, and plans to kill all the members of the group and take their shelter and supplies. whether he goes through with his plans depends on how much control his darling has over his impulses. he's a ticking time bomb, and his darling will come to know that well.

#fear the walking dead #yandere fear the walking dead #yandere ftwd #ftwd #yandere twd #chris manawa headcanons #chris manawa #twd #lorenzo james henrie #ftwd yandere #ftwd headcanons #chris manawa x reader #ftwd x reader

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ashintheairlikesnow · 10 months

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“One breath after the other” for the five sentence fics! - nell

CW: Noncon, choking, captive whumper, sadistic whumper, drugged whumpee

Death Valley

Rancher's Rest, California, 2003

One breath after the other. It was all Finn Schneider could control, the way his chest rose on the inhale, lowered on the exhale.

Nothing else responded to his commands. His fingers didn't even twitch. His eyes barely blinked, and each time he was surprised by the sudden flash of darkness and the return of light. His legs were thrown bonelessly over the arm of the couch, slightly cocked apart, hips tipped upward like an invitation.

His injured leg throbbed, but the feeling was somewhere far away, kept from him by the strange cloud that also held him so perfectly still.

Under his bare back, the couch fabric was somehow rough and soft at the same time. An ancient brown and red plaid, with a folded dollar store blanket laid across the back.

Inhale. Exhale.

Blink.

Swallow.

Oh, he could control that, too. When he did, his throat bobbed, catching on the rough collar he wore around his neck. The choke-chain leash had warmed to his skin, he barely felt that at all.

His eyes wandered, tracing the ring of nicotine stains near the ceiling.

One arm had fallen off the couch, fingertips just brushing the tacky, sticky carpet. He wasn't tied up, not restrained at all. The door was only a few steps away.

But he couldn't move an inch.

Not even when Robert leaned over him, taking his chin and turning the young man's face so their eyes met.

"I never get rid of any of my friends this way," Robert said, as if sharing some kind of secret between them. He smiled and poked idly at the young man's nose. "So don't you worry. I have a system, I have a routine, and this ain't part of it. When you wake up like this, little Mouse, you got to know that nothing bad is gonna happen this time."

Blink.

Swallow.

Inhale. Exhale.

His lips moved, just a little, and he managed a hoarse whisper. "What... d'you do?"

"Doesn't matter. You take what I give you til I get tired of it, and you go be with the rest of my friends. But it is nice, to see you relax some. You worry too much, little Mouse."

Terror was stuck behind the cloud, too. He knew it was there, the screaming nightmare he was living, but he couldn't seem to remember how to be afraid, at least not as much as he should be.

A tear trickled out of the corner of his eyes, dripping into the plaid beneath his head. "... cage...?"

Robert chuckled, patting him on the head, ruffling into his hair like you would a dog's. "You want back in there?"

Finn swallowed.

No. He wanted to never ever see it again. But... inside the cage, he could sleep. He was mostly untouched. He could be limp and boneless in there...

"Y's," He managed, forcing the word through numb lips. "Pl's."

Robert's smile widened. "Sure, little Mouse, sure. As soon as This American Life comes on. Until then..."

His thumb pushed down on Finn's lower lip, until his mouth was open, saliva pooling and running out the corner. He couldn't quite make his mouth close.

"Keep it open," Robert said, as if Finn had any say at all. "Just like that."

His hands went to unbuckle his belt, unzip his jeans. Finn knew the bitter taste too well already, the push of heat past tongue and into throat. His eyes closed - did he close them? Tears ran, into his hair and the shell of his ear. He made noises, whimpers and whines, as he fought for the only thing he still had control over.

Inhale-... Gasp. Dizziness. Hold. Exhale, coughing around it, feeling Robert thrust harder the next time. His stomach flipped. It grazed his teeth, sat heavy on his tongue.

Those heavy, rough hands, calloused from hard work, closed around Finn's throat. He lost the ability even to decide when to breathe. There were dark spots, and white, the pressure down his throat and around it, the sound of Robert groaning as he pushed himself as far in as he could get and Finn's limp body couldn't even tense.

The darkness, at some point, was all he had left.

When his eyes opened again, he was in his cage, curled up, with a blanket over him. His throat burned and ached, his mouth tasted like salt.

But his hands moved, jerky and clumsy, but they moved.

He pulled the blanket over his head, turned his head into the pillow beneath him, and found out that he could control his breathing again.

At least well enough to cry.

The radio in the kitchen played loud while Robert had something to drink. Finn could hear the ice cubes clinking in his drink.

The voice of the narrator was loud enough, at least, that Robert couldn't hear Finn's sobs.

#finn schneider #death valley fic #whump #sadistic whumper #creepy whumper #drugged whumpee #drugging tw #captive whumpee #taken captive #held captive #intimate whumper #noncon tw #noncon whump #choking #choking tw

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hedwig123 · 22 days

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The counselors are each in a 1 on 1 fight with their evil clone. Who would win? The battlefield would be somewhere at camp and they have access to anything that's at Hackett's Quarry.

Oh this is exciting OK!!!!

Ryan vs. Evil Ryan- I feel like Evil Ryan would get an early advantage because Ryan would be like "Obviously evil clones don't exist. This is a coincidental doppelganger with no reason to hurt me." However Ryan is pretty tough, so once Evil Ryan gets the first blow in Ryan would be able to get away and reevaluate. So Ryan would be injured but have a major homefield advantage- I think Ryan vs. Evil Ryan is a toss-up, could go either way.

Laura vs. Evil Laura- I feel like with how trigger-happy regular Laura is, Evil Laura would be even more quick to shoot. I think this one would go to Evil Laura unless Laura was really good at dodging.

Kaitlyn vs. Evil Kaitlyn- Similar to Laura, I think Evil Kaitlyn would have all of Kaitlyn's skills and none of her trigger discipline. Now Kaitlyn is pretty quick on her feet, so she'd have a slightly better chance than Laura, but I still think this one would go to the evil clone.

Dylan vs. Evil Dylan- The main advantage that Dylan would have over Evil Dylan is that Dylan knows where Mr. H keeps the power tools. Evil Dylan kicks down the door of the radio hut and Dylan comes at him with the chainsaw; Dylan wins.

Emma vs. Evil Emma- By god, the potential carnage of this duo. We should be grateful they're fighting each other. Emma's got the taser and bear spray- if she uses the bear spray she can blind Evil Emma long enough for a killing blow. If she uses the taser and runs for the zipline, Evil Emma will cut it without hesitation. 50/50 toss-up.

Jacob vs. Evil Jacob- Evil Jacob grabs a baseball bat and chases Jacob into the woods. Jacob trips and falls face first in a beartrap. :(

Abi vs. Evil Abi- Evil Abi's first move is to draw a gruesome murder scene with Abi's head cut off and leaves it out for her to find; Abi freaks out & runs into the woods to find a cute baby animal to pet to comfort herself, but the baby animal is a baby wild pig and the mom kills Abi before Evil Abi gets a chance to.

Nick vs. Slimy Evil Nick- Unlike everyone else, Nick and Evil Nick are genuinely two completely different people. Nick is dead before he can yell in Australian. :(

Max vs. Evil Max- Max no matter what. If Laura somehow beats Evil Laura, she shows up and saves him. If Evil Laura wins like I expect, as the anti-Laura her mission in life is to kill her Evil Max, and she would succeed. I know these are supposed to be 1v1 but that's just how it would work. 100% Max victory good job buddy

#ask #torchmlp #the quarry #ryan erzahler #laura kearney #kaitlyn ka #dylan lenivy #emma mountebank #jacob custos #abigail blyg #nick furcillo #max brinly

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delopsia · 2 years

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About Damn Time | Max Brinly X Reader

Good evening, I've been inactive for 6 months but I'm back on my bullshit. Can someone tell me why the FUCK Max is built like that? I'm too lazy to write a full-fledged thing but I couldn't get the idea out of my head, so here's,,,whatever the fuck this is ig.

Word Count: 3,400 Warnings: Swearing & NSFW content ahead. The end of this is literally just straight smut. I'm not sorry ✨

Your initial application to work at Hackett's Quarry summer camp was rejected, much to your dismay. But, as luck would have it, you got a phone call exactly a week after summer camp started, asking if you were still up for the position. The person who got your job had fallen and broken her ankle, and someone could pick you up as early as the following day.

The next thing you know, you're sitting on your suitcase in a Waffle House parking lot, watching a stray feline chow down on your leftover breakfast. You can't remember the last time you saw the town this quiet, deserted. It's too early for any sane soul to be awake; the poor Waffle House employee wasn't even awake when you initially showed up.

You're beginning to wonder if this Max guy is even real. Maybe this is a mean prank being played on you by a counselor who found your resume, or perhaps Max has wrecked his car and is dead in a ditch somewhere. You've been in this parking lot for over an hour now, long enough for the Waffle House employee to resume her slumber in an unsuspecting booth and long enough to befriend the resident silver tabby, honorarily named Waffles.

The light of God himself strikes your eyes as an old-school Jeep Wagoneer rolls into the parking lot, and a man about your age steps out of the vehicle.

If your ride is already this good-looking, you can't imagine how hot the rest of your new coworkers must be.

He introduces himself to you as Max Brinly, apologizing for how late he is. "I took a wrong turn 20 miles ago and ended up in the wrong city," he explains, lifting your heavy suitcase as if it weighs nothing. You're just about as surprised by that as when he opens the passenger door for you, shutting it once you've settled inside.

You're about halfway to the quarry when a bundle of fur jumps over the seat. Max just about veers off the side of the road. "Waffles?" "Did you seriously just bring your cat to camp?"

It's a miracle, but somehow you, Max, and Waffles arrive at Hackett's Quarry summer camp by the time the sun has come up. Mr. H isn't thrilled about your stowaway, but a girl you later come to know as Abigail comes running up, and nobody has the heart to call animal control to have the cat removed.

Despite your late arrival, you settle in rather quickly. Your new coworkers are impossibly sweet, and someone is almost always in your office, either taking a break from the screaming counselors or paying you and Counselor Waffles a visit.

The first time Max shows up at your door, shirtless and covered in a thin sheen of sweat, your life just about flashes before your eyes. He has absolutely no right to be built like that. It turns out he's injured his shoulder, and it's all you can do to not stare at the muscles that ripple under his skin. You absolutely do not notice how his v-line disappears under his swim trunks, and you certainly do not see how his hand nearly encompasses yours when he takes the ibuprofen from your open palm.

You don't think much of it at first. But then Max is coming back the next day asking you to recheck it; two days later, he's cut his palm, and the day after, he has a migraine that conveniently keeps coming around right as your shift ends.

"You know you don't have to have an injury to come and talk to me, right?" "Oh, uhm...how did you...figure that out?" As if pretending to take the ibuprofen and then stuffing it in his pocket wasn't a noticeable act. And just like that, the headache stop, and your office is rapidly becoming his second home.

Every few days, a kid will show up, happily declaring that Counselor Max has sent them to bring you something, and it's always something different. A rock shaped like a boot, a treat for Counselor Waffles, hell, one day, he sends you a basket of pinecones to see what you'll say. You begin to look forward to his gifts; your heart skips in your chest every time a kid totters in with a peculiar object.

There's one particular day when your office is empty, and you take advantage of it by taking a long walk through the forest, blissfully unaware of the storm clouds overhead. Once the rain starts, it pours. Umbrella-less and alone, you're forced to walk through the freezing rain, suddenly all too understanding why Waffles refused to come outside today. Max finds you at the boathouse and welcomes you in with open arms, quite literally.

"C'mere," he cooes, wrapping you into a tight, tight hug, "you have to be freezing, sweetheart." If it isn't his words that don't kill you, it's the mind-numbing realization that he does not have a shirt on. You can't bring yourself to oppose. You're shivering so bad that you can't even speak; all you can do is wrap your arms around him and thank the heavens above that Max is a walking furnace.

Max is slow in guiding you to the rickety recliner in the boathouse office. It's dusty and reeks of mildew, but Max is clouding so many of your senses that you barely notice. You're settled in his lap, straddling his thighs as your chin rests against his shoulder.

Impossibly warm hands travel up your soaked shirt, "I know this sounds strange, but you should take this off; it'll only make you colder," pause, and then, "I'll give you one of mine."

And that's how you find yourself tugging your wet shirt off while still settling in Max's lap. He tries to help, but the extra hands make it all the more confusing.

"I've got it," you can't help but giggle as you finally wriggle out of the wet shirt, tossing it to the side. One of Max's hands land on your hip; he doesn't seem to do it intentionally, but fuck, if it doesn't make your mind wander to places it shouldn't. His fingers are so long — nope, no, you shouldn't be thinking like this.

Before long, you're cozy in Max's shirt, cuddled up to his side as the two of you wait for the rain to stop. You don't realize quite how big it is on you until you're walking back, and it hits you that his shirt ends at your mid-thigh. You're pretty warm now that the sun has come out, but Max has his arm draped around your shoulders because he thinks you're still cold, and you feel so safe and warm that you can't bring yourself to shrug him off.

Max doesn't ask for his shirt back; you're thrilled because it's quickly become your favorite thing to wear.

As if a dam had broken, Max becomes touchier overnight. At breakfast, he's got a hand drawing circles into your shoulder, sits you in his lap when there's no space left at the campfire, and insists that he give you a piggy-back ride after an exhausting day of boating. And if he isn't touching you, he's following you around like a lost puppy until Mr. H scolds him for not working.

Emma catches on much faster than you do.

"You're falling for him," she observes, lips wrapped around a straw of freshly brewed sweet tea, courtesy of Nick. Her observation catches you so off guard that you nearly choke.

"Who?" The word is so heavy on your tongue that you're surprised when you don't immediately sink into the ground, never to be seen again.

She needn't say a thing because Max comes bounding around the corner behind Jacob, giddy like they'd gotten away with murder. "Still wearing my shirt, I see," Max observes, as if Emma needs any more ammunition to use against you.

Despite how touchy-feely the two of you get, neither of you dare go any further than cuddling by the campfire, and that one time you fell asleep on the recliner, and nobody bothered to wake you.

The last thing you remember was sitting on the arm of the recliner while Ryan rehearsed one of his newly written ghost stories. You wake up early the following day, settled into the couch with a heavy weight on your chest. It's Max, head resting on your shoulder and his body somehow tucked between your legs. You're not sure how he got there, but there's an ache in your hips and a strange pressure between your legs that you can't quite identify. It takes your sleep-filled brain more than a few minutes to figure out what it is.

As soon as it hits you, your cheeks light up in flames. Your attempt to worm your way out of your situation is futile, Max is heavy, and your squirming only makes him shift closer to you. If you couldn't feel it before, you can feel it now — hard cock pressing directly into your core. Between that and the hot breath against your neck, you're torn between heaven and hell.

Max wakes not long after, doesn't realize where he's at until he sits up, cock rubbing against a particularly sensitive spot, and you whine. His breath hitches at the sight of you, legs stretched around his hips, pink-cheeked and panting. He lingers, doesn't step away but doesn't move either.

"Max," your voice is hoarse, but it's enough to break him from his trance. "Sorry," he pulls himself away, mindful not to justle your already aching hips. It takes you a minute to be able to stand, and despite his inability to meet your eye, Max carries you back to the lodges.

Emma is far too excited for her own good, cheering when she sees you waddle into your lodge. "He really did a number on you!" "I wish that was the reason." It takes you a whole day to be able to walk without pain, and in the wise words of Jacob, "he could have at least fucked you if he was gonna have you walking around camp funny." You wish you didn't agree as much as you did.

Max is distant all of a sudden. It confuses everyone just as much as it does you. Nick and Dylan quickly reveal that Max has a thing for you, making it all the more strange that he's gone cold after something so minuscule.

It stays that way for a few days until Jacob gets an idea. Emma formulates the plan. You're left in the dark, unsure if you even want to know.

Max comes around five days after the recliner incident, shirtless and sulking on the bed as you pry a splinter out from under his fingernail. "I'm sorry for avoiding you," he mutters, meeting your eye for the first time in almost a week. You want to hold a grudge, but it's impossible when he looks at you like that. Just like that, you've got your friend back, like nothing ever happened.

A few weeks later, Emma and Jacob's plan goes into action. The four of you are on the island, up in the treehouse, looking for a lost action figure one of the campers left. Emma announces that she and Jacob are rechecking the docks, and you don't think much of it until you reach for the door and learn it's locked from the outside.

There is no action figure. You and Max tear apart the treehouse, from top to bottom, and the closest thing you find is a toy racecar. Max is strangely quiet and doesn't make much noise other than humming when you say something. Acknowledging that you're speaking but not engaging.

"Why are you so quiet all of a sudden?"

No response; you're not sure why you're surprised. It feels too quiet between Max's apparent refusal to speak and the lack of screaming children. You've become so used to the constant noise over the past two months that silence has become foreign.

"They left a note," he begins dryly, "it said, and I quote, "Hi losers, have sex, and we'll let you out. Love, Emma and Jacob'."

"They planned all week for that?" You scoff, reaching for the note when he hands it to you—Jacob's handwriting.

Max's eyebrows shoot up into his hairline, "you knew about this?"

"I knew they started planning something devious when you started avoiding me," you shrug, tracing the poorly drawn heart on the sticky note, "to be completely honest with you, I forgot all about it."

"I wasn't..." Max stands up from his spot on the floor, pacing in front of the window, "I wasn't avoiding you."

"Because you just coincidentally quit talking to me right after I woke up with you between my legs," you can't be fucked to dance around it anymore.

Max falls silent again, and you find yourself burying your face in your bent knees, unable to look at him anymore. Your heart pangs in your chest. Once you get out of here, there's no way he will talk to you again. He's already gone back to the silent avoidance, probably only talking to you because there's nothing else to do.

It doesn't hit you that you've said that last part out loud. Not until Max cautiously sits next to you, muscled arm brushing against yours. "Is that what you think?" Barely a whisper; you're genuinely not sure if you heard it or not.

It's your turn not to respond, remaining frozen in your spot while he fidgets. You feel the heat of his arm before it touches you, slowly draping over your shoulders like it's meant to be there. He shifts next to you, warm breath hitting your arm, head resting against your shoulder. You don't want to look at him, but you find yourself doing it anyway, withdrawing from your cocoon to meet his eyes.

They're watery.

"I'm sorry," he chokes, a stray tear tumbling down his cheek, "I didn't...I didn't mean to upset you."

You find yourself facing him, cradling his face as the tears begin to fall. That's how you end up in his lap, arms wrapped around each other, teary-eyed and trembling. That's when you feel the unmistakable pressure of a fleeting kiss pressed into your jaw. It's all you need.

It starts with one little peck, pressed into the thin skin of his neck, then another, and another, until you've made your way past his jaw and your noses bump together, puffy eyes searching for any sign of hesitance. Max makes a move.

His lips are soft, molding so perfectly against your own; it's like he was made for kissing you. He sighs into it, pulls back, then kisses you again. You whine, absolutely melting as his hands wander up your shirt, settling on the bare skin of your waist.

"Was Jacob telling the truth when he said you wanted me to fuck you back there?" "Do you really need an answer to that?"

By the time your register that your back has hit the floor, Max is already between your legs, kissing you again, harder, firmer now. His teeth are nipping at your bottom lip oh so gently, hips experimentally canting against yours. You gasp into his mouth and can't help but whine when his hot tongue tangles with yours in the sloppiest of kisses. And then he's kissing down your neck, fingers tugging at your shorts while you tug at your shirt.

"Wait," you freeze, afraid you'd crossed a line, but Max kisses you again, "keep the shirt on." "Why?" "I've been dying to fuck you while you're wearing my shirt." He's pulling back, fingers hitching under your shorts and shimmying them off your body. His clothes come next, and suddenly you're incredibly grateful that Max is built like he's sculpted by the Gods themselves.

Your staring is short-lived because suddenly his pants are off, and "Jesus Christ, Max."

He just laughs.

You're genuinely not sure if he'll fit. He's not long, but god, he's thick, and you don't know if your body can even take that.

He's kissing you again, slow and sweet, like he isn't about to put his dick in you. Faintly, you feel a gentle pressure against your entrance; two fingers dip inside, an easy slide that has you whining against his lips. They twist inside you, searching for a spot that has your nails digging into his shoulders when he finds it. "Just fuck me already," you grumble against his lips, and that's enough for him.

His fingers disappear, replaced by a different, more significant pressure, opening you up but not quite. "Tell me if anything hurts, 'kay?" He waits until you nod, and the pressure is suddenly growing. You keen at the way his thick cock sinks into you, stretching you wide. "There you go," he murmurs, eyes trained on where he's disappearing into you, "are you okay?"

All you can do is hum, body trembling as he sinks into you, inch by inch. You're almost relieved when he bottoms out; quite frankly, you're unsure if there's more space for him to fill. You feel so full; there's no way you're not going to be limping back to the lodges. Experimental, Max rocks his hips, grins wickedly when you whimper. "That feel good, sweetheart?"

He repeats it, gradually working his way up to long, slow thrusts that have you whining against his lips; he's so thick that he hits every one of your sweet spots perfectly, rubbing against them without fail. "Is this what you wanted, hm?" He cooes, picking up his pace, adjusting himself to fuck you properly. One of his hands comes down to grip your hip, holding you in place as he draws himself back, and you frown at how your body feels empty in the places he once filled you. He pauses when the head of his cock catches at your entrance, groans at how you flutter around him.

His hips snap back, fills you halfway, and then pulling back again. "Max..!" You cry out; it's the first word you've managed to spit out; it feels like the only thing you know how to say. He sinks back in, chuckling an apology before he really begins to fuck you.

Nice and slow, he takes his time to open you up with every thrust and makes you feel every inch of him, panting into your neck as you squirm. Max moans loud when you clench around him, dropping his head into your neck as he hits you with a particularly hard thrust that has you clenching again. It's a vicious cycle that leaves your legs trembling; you can barely keep them up around his hips.

"Faster," you beg, tangling your fingers into his hair, "please—Max!"

He picks up his pace. Short, snappy thrusts that knock the breath out of you. Your back is arching, body squirming, unable to decide if you want to push back or run away from the pleasure between your legs. Max is kissing you again, sloppy and teeth clattering against your own. "Are you close, darling?" "Y-yes!"

He's losing his rhythm, pounding into you with twitchy thrusts that end up harder than he intends. Your head is spinning, fingers yanking at his hair as you cry out underneath of him, so, so close. He's sinking his teeth into your neck and slamming into him, and you're all but crying out as you cum around his cock. He fucks you through it, hips driving into you relentlessly, chasing his high.

Your body is sensitive, legs trembling, but you still find it in yourself to squeeze your legs around him. "In me-," you gasp, "cum in me."

And just like that, his hips slam to a halt as he cums with a strangled whine, long and loud as his cock pulses inside you.

It takes you a moment to catch your breath, whining when he begins to pull out. Then, with a soft 'pop,' he's out of you, and only then do you feel the hot cum leaking out of your thoroughly fucked entrance.

"I think you're gonna have to carry me back to camp," you pant, giggling at how Max rolls his eyes.

He leans down and pecks your lips with a short, all too innocent kiss. "What do you say to a proper date after we get out of here?"

"You have one hell of a way to ask someone out, Max."

#the quarry #the quarry x reader #the quarry x you #max brinly #max brinly x reader #x reader #self insert #reader self insert #max the quarry #quarry game #hacketts quarry #the quarry smut #max brinly smut #literally what the hell have i written #i came back for tHIS?

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beelbeni · 5 months

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HEADCANON + Sibling character

Various JJK with a younger sibling that they will guard with their life and somehow has regenerative powers

High school Gojo Satoru

• He'd probably find out during his battle with Toji and he would think you died already.

• Mans devastated, sobbing and tweaking in the air and out of the corner of his eyes he sees you just sitting there, regenerating your arm and leg.

• He can't even stand seeing you with a scratch and now you're losing whole ass limbs??

• He wouldn't accept that you were gone, he'd just say you were sleeping and shit bc he can't take the grief of you dying.

• After this happens (Regeneration) he would think its so cool yet so not fit for you since you wouldn't even need it :)

Cue yandere Satoru

•You beg to test the limits of your regenerative powers with his newer abilities like hollow purple and say if he's not doing it with you, then you'd find another jujutsu sorcerer.

• He's crying because you faked your death when it hit you.

All in all you'd have fun with him because he's easier to tease.

Sensei Gojo Satoru

• Would pick you up and teleport you instantly to shoko, cursed spirits be dammed you needed healing first.

• His hands would be shaking, wondering if he's gonna lose another important person in his life.

"Shoko, Shoko do something!" he yelled out in pure panic, his voice breaking.

•Shoko slaps him to wake him up from the depressive slum he's in and says to place your body on the bed

•Your body starts twitching and your breathing comes back.

• Gojo Satoru would be so glad you're even alive and just collapse beside you. Doesn't even care about whatever abilities or secrets you've hidden from him at that moment, his just happy you're safe.

Choso Kamo

• Nope, not on his watch.

• If you're a womb sibling then he probably will know since hundreds of years have passed

• He still can't take it and will have a literal asthma attack if he sees you getting injured.

• Choso having heart attacks would hinder your fighting so you would intentionally split from him (Don't let him know this.)

•Has a picture of you and his siblings somewhere in his clothes

•Would drop anything and everything to save you, even his life.

• Choso's just worried for you and wants his siblings to be happy.

First time you got seriously injured was the time he hardened his resolve, he didn't give a shit about killing people or curses alike.

(headcanon he was a super sweet kid but just born into the wrong situations)

Sukuna Ryomen

•SO let's give it up for the most tsundere brother to ever exist!👏

•This man will call you a brat but then reluctantly will do anything you want for him to do.

•You can use reversed cursed energy too which is why this happens ⬇️

• Would honestly laugh at you getting injured by a human, torture the said human, then laugh at you again lol.

• He's a pretty laidback guy but not when it comes to you getting injured due to you being reckless

•You would call him a hypocrite but he'd just say he's stronger so sucks on you, he's got the power to back him up.

•Power scale would be a special grade curse like him but weaker

• Tsundere Sukuna and you getting spoiled by him. It's the 2 people against the world situation and both of you are each others halves.

• Brother!.... H-he said lots of mean stuff to me, but I-I was, tr-trying so hard to eat lots of people to be strong." You crying and throwing a tantrum.

• Sukuna is so pissed his dumb little sibling is being bullied by random sorcerers. ( by random he means grade 1 or special grade jujutsu users :)

•"Stop crying, I'll kill them all for you okay?." Getting rid of the pesky insects, he quickly took you in his arms and coaxed that you'll be stronger than that shitty sorcerer in no time.

•He talks to you about what happened while he carries you back home.

•Future you and Sukuna are menaces to society, you're not sealed but you're probably living the dream vacation life.

Nanami Kento

• Nanami oh Nanami

• He can't even begin to understand how this happened, You? With blood on your clothes and a literal hole in your chest?

• Nanami would just go berserk at the person or curse who hurt you, his adrenaline so high nothing matters anymore.

"How-how did I let this happen?No, no no no, this must be a mistake." His hands were shaky and his words repeated as he held your hands.

He buried his face on your blooded body as he wept and cried his heart out.

"Nii-san? what's happening?" you mumble as you see Nanami slowly raising his head.

He would just say everything's all right, and stay there for a few more seconds just to confirm that your heart was indeed beating.

•This incident will finally allow him to train and enroll you in Jujutsu Tokyo High so that you'll be able to defend yourself from stronger enemies.

• He forbid you from coming into contact with the sorcerer world.

•But thus made him think than even if you weren't in it, you could still encounter curses so might as well have the power to defeat them.

If you want to see more characters added, give me a request.👏

Btw, Gojo said he will hollow purple your ass if you don't give this a cute little heart😍

#jujustu kaisen #jjk nanami #nanami kento #choso kamo #jjk gojo #jujutsu sorcerer #sukuna #ryomen sukuna #headcanon

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fatuismooches · 7 months

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Would you ever expand a little on the dottore turning into the fox and reader taking him in thing? 👉👈 I know it's a trope done many times before but I just find it amusing that Dottore would have such a mishap and then a complete stranger finds him and takes him home 💞

OMG OF COURSE ANON!! I'd love to, I'm happy that you enjoyed that silly little brainrot ❤️ (This is the post for reference!) Hmm let me think... Although he'd prefer to leave your house, Foxttore is a wee bit injured and tired... so it would be a better idea to just lay low in this residence for now. He's very good at hiding in your house. Probably knows it better than you at this point. You can search for hours and you won't find him, and then he'll pop out of nowhere, stare at you blankly, and then quickly exit when you try to catch him. This mf is TEASING you, he loves getting you riled up.

You want revenge? Pick him up by his tail and watch him suffer as he's unable to reach and scratch you. You didn't hear this from me but, his paws are ticklish. He can somehow... divide himself into tiny fluffballs with a red eye too. And then he commands the tiny segments to return back into his body. It's strange but you don't question it. Foxttore would avoid physical contact at all costs in the beginning. If you put horror movies on, he'll come and watch but then get bored quickly. He gives you strange looks with that one eye of his if you get scared (this is basic compared to what he's seen 😨) The fox seems to enjoy documentaries more though. Will nab your food off the plate as well. He's a devious lil guy. The day he leaves is the day you think you'll never see him again, and you can't help but be sad, but what did ya know? He returns later, again with some more... blood. Walks through your house leaving paw prints of blood on your floor and plops himself in your bathtub, looking at you expectantly. (The fox gets the best bath of his life, princess treatment fr) He once got himself stuck somewhere in your house and you laughed for a good couple of minutes while he just growled the whole time. Foxttore has never cared much for his fur but he appreciates how you keep it clean and fluffy. He's surprised at himself for how he keeps coming back to you... but he just convinces himself that you're a rare, good find because most humans would never go to these lengths for a creature like him. Totally not because he's also become emotionally attached.

You are nearly in tears when you find out you've been housing a grown man who can somehow turn into a fox creature thing this whole time??? But Dottore just acts like it's no big deal and eventually starts demanding attention as if you're his lover or something... haha... or 😉 ? If you're cuddling with him in his fox form and you try to leave, he'll turn into a human and just crush you with his weight. Also if you give him a little kith he transforms right on your lap with one of those grins of his. Uhhh and he also kills people who even try to disrespect you ❤️ Washing the blood off of Foxttore is a normal thing for you :) Your relationship is kind of... complicated. He goes out and does his own thing and he doesn't tell you anything but you don't question it nor do you care... but you always look forward to seeing a certain fox curled up on your bed!! Idk why but I'd love to put him under my shirt. He's very soft and fluffy and I would like to hold him.

#smooches talks #dottore love notes <3 #begging him to shift back into his fox form so u can squeeze him in ur arms #i hope these were good i just kind of rambled i hope u liked them anon!

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naranjapetrificada · 8 months

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@chaotic-neutral-knitter suggested "eight predictions for eight episodes" should be a tag game and I could not agree more. You should read their predictions first because some of mine will also cover similar ground and because number 8 seems so perfect but literally hadn't crossed my mind somehow. Anyway here are my 8, which I honestly don't feel that confident about but I want to swing for the fences a bit:

I agree with OP that Ed's first scene will be crashing the wedding, but I would also buy it as the first scene of the entire first episode. Like with some lead up showing how nice all the wedding stuff is. My actual prediction is this though: I also agree that the auxiliary wardrobe's survival will be revealed in the scene we see with Ed playing with the cake toppers (💔) although I think that could be the final scene in the episode. I've made a song prediction in the past for revealing the auxiliary wardrobe but I'm not gonna put it here in case I get it very wrong lol. Rest assured if I do get it right you'll never hear the end of it.

I'm not 100% on this, but I feel like episode 2 will be when Ed goes overboard during a storm. I wouldn't be surprised at all if this is episode gives us all of Ed's Island Healing Journey, which is important but doesn't need to stretch across multiple eps given a) how little time we have in this season and b) how this show handles important backstory reveals, even for major characters. This is where Ed will have a figurative rebirth out of the sea, do some pining, and confront a ghost of captains past that's almost certainly Hornigold.

Unfortunately for the lovely parallel of them seeing each other in person in episode 3, I don't think that can happen yet on the tail of my prediction for episode 2. Maybe, maybe it happens at the very end but if it does, it won't be them running across the beach to each other (because as much as I'm hoping to be wrong, I'm starting to believe that is a dream sequence, which I can talk about in another post/send me an ask or something). [This is the one I feel the least secure about actually, and if I'm wrong I'm going to be very, extremely wrong. If I'm wrong it messes with the pacing of every other prediction on this list. If I'm wrong we'll get our beautiful scene where they run to each other, Ed will have to treat an injured Stede in The Cave, and they'll make up there. If I'm wrong I want to read a million fics about this anyway.]

I think this is when we'll meet Anne Bonney, and I don't think it's controversial to say that that scene we see of her in Stede's lap is just after she kisses him. Whatever motivation she has for kissing him will be something like making a point or proving something, most likely to whoever she looks at immediately afterwards (Mary Read maybe?). I also think whatever is going on, it will be funny because of the spit chain between her and Stede via Ed and Jack.

Anne takes the crew somewhere, probably the Republic of Pirates or following another lead? Or they come across the Revenge, and this is when they learn Ed has gone overboard. Izzy is unsurprisingly not into being captain because it almost got him killed last time, and this is the start of his begrudging training of Stede. Stede refuses to believe Ed has drowned and honestly, maybe Izzy feels exactly the same? Anyway if Izzy gets a redemption arc it starts here.

Ed has been exploring the island or doing some star navigation or whatever, and maybe he figures out where he is and a way to get to civilization again. I know a lot of people have said he's wearing Buttons' jacket in the scene where we see him with Jackie, but iirc Buttons's jacket isn't especially uncommon? Like what if he finds it on a dead body on the island? The camp looks like it's made of a lot of man-made stuff so there has to have been a wreck or something nearby. Anyway this specific part is important to me because what if it's the same episode where Stede gets his fancy red outfit? What if they both get new clothes in the colors associated with each other in the previous season? WHAT THEN DAVID JENKINS?

It would be so cruel for them to not reunite before this episode but they didn't kiss until the penultimate episode last time either. Maybe the previous episode will be what puts them on track to meet The Torturer under whatever circumstances that happens, and this episode will involve how they escape that situation. I think the aftermath of that rescue/escape will be when Ed and Stede see each other again, and I don't think they'll be falling into each other's arms immediately. This could be the party at Jackie's place though, and maybe Ed gets that fond look despite himself and later they get a minute alone to talk and that's when Stede whispers the whole "I love everything about you" thing and its devastatingly romantic and they finally fuck? But uh oh, we need the episode to end with a tiny bit of menace of some kind. Whatever is the Big Threat that's been haunting the rest of the season will be shown to not be quite vanquished yet!

We need a cliffhanger so whatever the big unresolved issue from the previous episode is will come roaring back to life. This is when we'll see Jackie wake up in bed with the Swede. If Ed and Stede don't fuck in episode 7 they will in episode 8, but it will be a much more bittersweet scene because maybe it's a "we have to separate again tomorrow to safely escape" scene or a "this could be our last night on earth" scene. It will be heartbreaking and we'll all spend weeks crying and screaming and climbing through DJ's walls, but it feels like there's a non-zero chance. If they already fucked in episode 7, we might get to have a nice romcom morning after scene as a treat, and to lull us into a false sense of security. Maybe they'll talk about their hopes for the future and be sickening (as they deserve!) before bad news arrives. Maybe the morning goes wrong because of everything still left to resolve between them and like Ed's not leaving leaving but he needs to take a walk because jesus Stede I can't believe you said that. And while on his walk Ed will learn something external has gone wrong because unfortunately, we do still need that cliffhanger. In the second act something has to get in the way of their happiness again, even if they've made up with each other (which I don't think one night can fix).

It feels so naked throwing all these predictions out like this and as I wrote I got less and less confident, especially about the order of events. But if I didn't like pain I wouldn't be in this fandom. Time to tag 8 people to do their own, assuming no one else has tagged you in the 1000 hours it took me to write this up: @saltpepperbeard @epersonae @chocolatepot @let-me-dream-with-the-stars @likethehotsauce @givefangapuppy @red-sky-in-mourning @knifeturtlelives

#eight predictions for eight episodes #tag game #ofmd #our flag means death #ofmd s2 speculation #ofmd s2 spoilers #ofmd speculation #ofmd spoilers #ofmd s2 #edward teach #stede bonnet #gentlebeard #blackbonnet #look I do hope I'm wrong about the beach scene #however if I'm wrong it won't be until episode 7 or 8 #and I know y'all don't want to wait that long for it

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Fanfic Update? 🙃

I think I'm gonna start preparing the fic on ao3

He underestimated those finger guns, sure it didn't hurt but the impact. Oh, the impact.

Managed to destroy his hand, obviously he can always..get it back. It's ink, who cares. But, it's impressive. Surely not impressive and big enough to destroy or even kill him, but it is something that should be taken off right now. He can't just have these people walk around with such a weapon.

whines and curses of pain of a cup, now running away with a slowly, slowly falling apart limp.

He didn't rip it off in time, but you're gonna need super glue to fix that crack for sure. At least he knows it's not functional anymore.

he just needs to get the other one.

"that was NOT bendy!" She screamed, mostly to herself. "It couldn't be! Have you seen that thing?! if- it just couldn't be! And it talked. It talked!" she was frantic, who knew what was going on in her head.

"whoever that was..we need to keep as far as we can of distance from it."

"Have you seen what he has done to your arm Cuphead? It nearly broke it. We gotta look at the wound now." rather have a brother with two arms and a functioning finger gun than a brother with one arm and no finger gun.

"Let's just get somewhere safe and then we can look at it, 'kay mugs?" the cat suggested. But what if it was really bendy? it couldn't be. it was too..it didn't feel like bendy.

The way it talked, it's mannerisms, it's nothing like Bendy's. But at the same time, bendy never acted like himself whenever he had these.. moments.

but how could they help bendy? He was a threat now and approaching was a no go, Cuphead was injured and stuck in an unknown place.

ugh..reminds him of the labyrinth, except that now the main threat was bendy, and not that Sarah kid.

But..was it.. actually him? It's just hard to think it is! maybe it's really some labyrinth situation, just instead of memories it's ink.. mimicking people?

Who knows.

he's thinking of the worst right now.

They don't know where they are going, and the more they go deep in this place, the more ink slowly creeps in until it's nothing but that.

Could it be that the ink is sentient? A parasitic being that slowly consumes everything and everyone? Could explain why those people seemed or..were made of ink. Maybe..maybe bendy is also a victim?

it's possible, a parasitic being, the ink, that takes over your mind. It's a thing between insects, it's possible with this too.

It explains the ink people, the ink that somehow is always here, around, and the aggressiveness.

it makes the person aggressive and submissive to the control of the ink until it consumes them and die.

Maybe it's different with demons? bendy seemed also made of ink but more.. covered. You could see his..eerie smile, part of the bone of his horns and hooves.

could it be that the ink illness is messing with it? Instead of turning into an inky being he's slowly melting? The way the bones, teeth and hooves were showing it seemed like melting.

or..maybe this is all the ink illness. it makes sense, because everyone here at least has some ink on them but it's just stains. Whole for bendy and whoever the rest was, it was like it took over completely.

Maybe only who is ill is affected by this?

"..guys! I think I got it!" the feline stopped.

"Got what? That my hand is gone?" The red cup huffed, sarcastically commenting on his wound.

"No, not yet. Sit down on one of those chairs and we'll fix that. But, I think I figured out something for this place."

"How to get out?" Mugman asked, kind of a stupid question but hey, who doesn't wanna get out.

"No, but,,what if all of this is just the ink illness doing?"

"..what." ridiculous, he thought. Is there a cigarette around?

"Hear me out! the ink seems so alive! Gave you not see it create people from mere puddles?! And the ink people! And bendy! What if these are all ink illness victims that not only have an incurable illness-"

"Yet." Hope, holly may, hope.

"-but now are controlled by this sentient ink making them aggressive like those guys earlier and bendy! We saw him before, he was docile a minute ago and now he's hunting us."

"but it doesn't make any sen-"

"The ink machine!" Mugman thought. "The ink machine was here! what if it's really the ink machine doing? what if it's malfunctioning and that's why instead of curing everyone it's doing..that to them? What if the ink is from the ink machine and whoever is infected is now victim of this weird..mind control in ink Felix says."

"The ink machine is here?"

"it explains a few things..but how do we fix it?"

"I don't know yet but.. let's try and fix that hand of your first."

"I did the best I could but .. it's like if you badly glued something together and it's not holding together at all."

"welp..I guess I'll have to learn how to write with my left hand."

"Don't say that! Holly is gonna fix it!..maybe just, bandaging it tight? Once we're out of here we can find that cream that helps us with the cracks."

"Oh that weird thing? Maybe I can make it."

"Why doesn't the cat gets it out of his silly bag?" cup pointed out.

The feline shrugged. "Honestly I doubt I'll get it out of here, this bag isn't too cooperative."

"Look we'll just bandage it, don't use your hand until we find another way. And..I think we should start finding food and a big enough room to even sit down and relax."

"Yeah, we're just standing around in the open."

"c'mon then, let's go. finish with those bandages."

"I'm doing it,, I'm doing it,, okay, I'm do-"

A hum, a song, a beautiful voice that seemed to belong to an angel.

"we need to hide!"

"Where?!"

"I-i-i don't know- uh-"

A few footsteps, the voice humming was probably wearing heels. It's getting closer.

"...I think I know that vo-" "in here!" a random room, a closet he thinks. There's an axe here, it can be useful.

The voice is getting louder. The humming is getting more addictive as it goes on, he wants to know who is it. He wants to know why does she sounds so familiar.

#bendy and boris in the inky mystery #babtqftim #bendy and boris the quest for the ink machine #batim fanfiction #answer #answers #batim #batdr

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random-yandere-fandom · 2 years

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Hello! I don't know if I can req characters from two different series so you can choose whichever you like, I want to req general headcanons of Vanderwood from MysMes/707 is fine too. Also headcanons on Sebastian w/reader that made a contract with him (like Ciel) only for having him do simple things (getting fav foods/clothes, anything reader wants to be spoiled until they die) cus the reader can be independent & smart in handling emergency/serious situation without counting him too much. Thx!

It's been a while since I last wrote for MysMes! I did play it again recently though, so I hope I'm up to the task!

Oh and requesting characters from different shows is totally fine!

I went with a different direction with Sebastian than normally because I felt like it, hope you enjoy~

General yandere Vanderwood headcanons

Type of Yandere: Vanderwood is aware of his feelings, almost scarily so, even if he might not openly share them. His entire identity has been made with mysteries and he is unable to share much personal information thanks to his job at the agency, though I doubt he would do so either way. As a protective yandere he would do anything to make sure to get you out of harms way and thanks to his self awareness he knows he should distance himself, too. It just is unnatural to feel so strongly, to be so desperate to be close to another person, he scares himself with the kind of thoughts that sometimes pop up in his mind. Yes, he has gotten his hands dirty before and he was by no means innocent or naive, but that had always been a part of his work, his personal views however had never been so out of control. All this causes him to distance himself from you, though he does check up on you from time to time to give his mind some rest. Should he find out that you were injured in his absence, that he was unable to protect you? He forces himself back into your life, small at first but sure to ensure your safety from now on.

Love language: Acts of service are a big thing for him. It’s simply calming to him to take care of you, clean your home, make sure you stay hydrated, bringing you blankets when you are cold (or his jacket if you prefer). He might grumble a bit while doing it, saying how he doesn’t want to baby you and that you are a grown adult even though you never asked him to do any of these things, but one small thank you and maybe even a smile if you will should be enough to change his demeanor. You can’t help but notice the content grin that graces his face as he dusts down one of your shelves, you having been seated on the nearby couch and told to rest by the overbearing but somehow cute agent.

Their biggest fear: It isn’t uncommon for Vanderwood to wake up from a nightmare before checking up on you, that you are still there, healthy and happy as you can be. In his dreams he had often seen your death, the agency coming after you because he made some mistake, some slip-up, that made them decide that he deserved some kind of punishment. It always ended the same, you dying right in front of him, whether it be from poison, a knife to the throat or a clean shot. Vanderwood was always unable to reach you in time, mouth refusing to open and warn you, legs refusing to carry him to your side. Helplessness and guilt, in the end he was the one that got you killed, always left him close to tears upon waking up.

Kidnapping: He’d rather not. He is already putting you in enough danger as is and the thought of forcing you out of your home and confining you to an unfamiliar place leaves him guilt ridden for only imagining such a thing. That is not to say that he doesn’t have a safe house somewhere hidden away, though the chance of him using it is slim. Should it ever get so far that he needs to leave to protect you he will do so, if, however, you are in danger yourself, he might move you away by force, his heart heavy that he needs to result to this.

How easy is it to escape?: You might not even be aware of the cameras watching you, blissfully ignorant of the stalker Vanderwood has become. Only later on, when you have already become attached to the agent, will you come to realize that something is off. All you know is that he has a job at a secretive agency and while that might have excused some of his behaviour, you can’t always keep your eyes closed to the truth. Should you then try to get away, scared and unsure of who to trust, I can assure you that Vanderwood is with you in no time. You might start packing or you might leave with barely anything on you, but there is just not enough time before he returns and catches you, conflicted in what to do next. If, say, you had already been moved to the safe house, escape is highly unlikely. The house has locks seemingly everywhere and is in the middle of nowhere, there is just no opportunity to leave.

Punishments: The one in the wrong is without a single shred of doubt Vanderwood, and he is painfully aware of that. The only way this topic would ever come up is if he had to kidnap you and you keep being difficult. Of course he hadn’t anticipated anything else but he only wants to see you safe and might get frustrated over time, no matter how patient he tries to be. Arguing might have been heard from outside if there was anyone near, his voice slowly rising the longer this goes on. He will be on total defense, arms crossed as he tries to explain his reasoning and annoyance slowly building up. He doesn’t want to show it but your words hurt him and sooner than later he will snap, shouting that he is only doing what is best for you and that he won’t stop protecting you before angrily leaving the room.

Difference to other yanderes: Guilt and shame are common emotions for him. He knew from the beginning, since he started working as an agent, that loving someone is the most selfish thing he can do. Yet, here he is, head over heels for you and ready to abandon everything to be with you. What really differentiates him from others though is that you won’t have any luck with manipulating him with those feelings. Vanderwood already keeps himself in check as much as possible and doing it further just doesn’t work. While it might keep rules lax and you might life a comfortable life should you accept the circumstances, there are things he just won’t budge on, for your safety.

Sebastian with a darling acting independently, despite their contract

With the way his summoning went, because he only ever responds to the desperate call for blood and power, he certainly wasn’t expecting such behaviour. Sebastian remembers all too well the contents of your contract, not at all distant to what his last arrangement had been and with how confidently you had announced your wishes he was sure you were striving for more, human greed being no stranger to you. Certainly, he was bound to you until you’d die of old age and a lot could be done in that time, especially with the demon by your side. As such, his surprise when you seemed to have no further aspirations, no plans to dominate some part of life, was understandably huge.

Of course you gave out regular orders and thanks to his efforts you were now living in what you described as your dream house, clothes and jewelry all being handed to you as you pleased as you only received the best of the best. You also requested of him to cook, his abilities in the area superb as always as he provided you with everything you asked of. The strange thing however, was, that this was it. You let yourself get spoiled, you showed off your your riches when you felt like it, but nothing further.

Sebastian was used to greed, humans exceling in the art of selfishness, but you just stopped. Your hunger filled, no temptations leading you to leaving everything up to your demon, no aspirations to become greater, to want more than what you had. It was strange to know you were content, his power laid to your fingertips and all you needed was to call and yet!- yet you handled every situation with grace, calmly thinking over the options and always seeming to choose the best one. The guy that wouldn’t leave you alone (which made his blood boil, but he wouldn’t dare act until you said so) seemingly disappaered from you life the moment you talked to him for five minutes. The reaper you convinced to leave you two alone, that the contract was legitimate and that Sebastian would pose no problem to them, was another example. Or what about the time you had coordinated an escape for everyone from a burning building, despite the danger to your own life (not that he would ever let something like that happen)?

It was this duality that made him fall for you, that turned his playful flirting into serious attempts to court you. It had taken him some time to notice and especially to accept his own feelings but once done another problem arouse. Not only were you mortal, but you were doomed to die by his hands. Sure, your death itself would be a natural one as had been said, but what could be considered more of a passing than the devoured soul which would rest and dissolve in the pits of his being?

Luckily, you were more than willing to give him free time. Once all your needs were taken care of he could do what he wanted and while he would normally either spend his time with cats or beside you, he now found himself with a new task. He’d find a way to bind you to him, to have your lives intertwined so no one could separate them ever again, not even a death scythe would be able to bring the tow of you apart. You are kind enough not to question his dissappearnces as long as he returned upon your call, believing him to deserve his privacy as you do yours. Sebastian feels conflicted, though. On one hand, he is thankful as he is able to go about his business without your interference or even you ordering to stop, to leave it be, to fulfill the contract and let you take your last breath as he can only watch and cling to your body, cold and empty. On the other hand, and he has the mind to feel embarrassed about this, he wished you’d take an interest, that you’d be as worried about what he does when he is gone as he does for you. That you’d hope for him to return soon and stay a bit longer beside you this time.

In the mean time though, he’ll have to be happy about what he can get and he tells himself that it is also time needed to get accustomed to this feeling. Sebastian had always been the one in control, had always been the one manipulating his masters and holding a sense of superiority above them, no matter how they thought to tie him down like the faithful servant he pretended to be. In the end, he had always been the one with power, the one that actively decided to follow the bids of the other party in favor of gaining something to feast on. Now though, he found himself slipping. Sebastian loves spoiling you, surprising you with ever new creations of dishes just to hear your praise, lingering around you just a bit longer, standing beside you just a bit closer than normal. He showers you in compliments you accept with a smile that would make his cheeks flush if only he were human. He would tear countries apart, kill gods young and old alike if you wished so and yet, so frustratingly, you don’t ask for any of that. And so he has to show his emotions in other ways that are not the ones his kind normally uses and if he is honest to himself, he’d prefer if you would fall for him naturally. It is the first time he has given this type of control over him to anyone and for some reason he finds himself not minding it as much as it should.

Whether you acknowledge his devotion or not is up to you, though you are bound to notice that his desire to serve you is much more than as was written in the contract. Sebastian doesn’t really make a secret out of it either, the most in that direction being calling his jealousy intuition, the other person surely not good enough for your exquisite taste. Even if you decide to ignore him and his overbearing need to, well, you can’t really claim it as anything else other than this, no matter how subtle he may be over this certain aspect, be owned by you, to be the one and only demon that serves you and get you to admit exactly that. Though he has no right to ask more of you, to ask you to depend more on him he still does. In his mind, you will only be his master for so long before you finally stand on equal footing, at least for a bit before he once again takes over. You will be his, then, bound to him for all of eternity as he has planned all this time.

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eywamygoddesswrites · 1 year

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— 𝓷𝓮𝔀 𝓹𝓮𝓻𝓼𝓸𝓷, 𝓼𝓪𝓶𝓮 𝓸𝓵𝓭 𝓶𝓲𝓼𝓽𝓪𝓴𝓮𝓼 — (lo'ak x gn!reader, lo'ak x tsireya)

pairing: lo'ak x gn!omatikaya!reader , lo'ak x tsireya

tags: angst, toxic, make-ups and break-ups,

warnings: lowercase intended, toxic relationship, anger, swearing, self-sabotage, mentions of becoming mates, y/n is just toxic as hell

a/n: characters are aged up! the theme of this fic will be heavy and for anyone who is going through something, please PLEASE don't read this as it might worsen your state. you are loved, you are heard, and you are not alone.

i also don't do character x character as a request but if it deems needed for the story, i will do said trope

word count: 1.5k

+ gif not mine. ctto.

lo'ak and y/n have this complicated relationship with one another. on one hand, it can be seen as teenage love growing into something more and something special as they age. but on the other hand, it can also be seen as something toxic where teens don't know what the fuck they got themselves into and ate more than they can chew.

it was the type of relationship where they got together on and off. lo'ak had always let his emotions get the best of him and always had his insecurities take over him whenever he saw y/n interact with other na'vi's. y/n was no different from lo'ak. they were toxic in a way where they gaslight lo'ak and made him dependable on them.

even with this toxicity between the two, they somehow worked even when they shouldn't.

after years of the constant cycle of making up and breaking up, sky people came back and attacked the forest, leaving the omatikaya vulnerable to another war.

y/n was one of the injured during the attack and was currently being treated in mo’at’s tent. while being treated, they heard the toruk makto’s voice boom at his sons, causing y/n to snort at how this cycle between the father and sons never changed. “like father, like son.” they said to no one in particular.

neteyam came into the tent with kiri, cuts, and bruises were seen on his figure. y/n stood up from where they sat and thank the tsahik before leaving the tent. too many sully’s in one place just makes the na’vi gag.

right in front of the tent stood lo’ak, shocked painting his face on the figure of their lover- if he can call them his lover at this point. “what the hell happened to you? you should’ve gone somewhere safe you skxawng.” lo’ak scoffs and began checking if y/n had other marks that his grandmother wasn’t able to see but y/n shoves him away before he could.

“somewhere safe?!?” y/n looked at lo’ak like he was the dumbest of the dumb in pandora. “i had to help my little sister find a place to be safe in but we were ATTACKED in the process! i’m ‘sorry’ if i wanted my only living family SAFE from the shit your family brought to this place!” they hissed at lo’ak before leaving the na’vi seething in anger. he followed them and grabbed their arm with force, most likely leaving a bruise the following day.

“it’s not my dad’s fault these demons come back because of their selfishness. but don’t you fucking dare blame me and my whole family for this. we protect the people just as the rest of you.” he hissed at the angry na’vi before shoving them away.

y/n stares at lo’ak with anger and hate. “i should’ve never given a freak like you a chance in love. you don’t DESERVE an ounce.” with this, y/n left lo’ak standing on his self-hatred.

of course, he doesn’t. he knows that already. they didn’t have to reinforce and shove it on his face. “whole ass bitch.” he mutters before going back to his siblings.

before the sully’s ride their ikran to leave the forest, the omatikaya watches the family that protected their homes for so long. it was a sad event but it must be done in order to secure the majority’s safety.

y/n watched from afar, glad that this family will leave after so many years. they broke up with lo’ak a day before and ensured the na’vi that they will never get back together after this.

“find your own mate that will put up with your shitty attitude.” y/n says before turning their back on lo’ak.

“i hope no one gives you a chance for your bitch attitude! no na’vi should go through your toxicity!” lo’ak shouted at the figure leaving him before he started punching the nearest tree, not minding the pain he was feeling.

just as lo’ak mounted his ikran, his gaze going up and meeting with y/n’s gaze. he narrowed his eyes before taking off behind neteyam and kiri.

being welcomed by the metkayina was something the sully’s should work for and for safety, they should comply. even after they were seen as demons by the tsahik, they will do what needs to be done.

lo’ak couldn’t focus on their training to breath underwater because of what happened a few days ago. the break up was fresh in his mind and despite feeling pain, he mostly felt anger towards y’n. he didn’t do anything to them so why was he treated that way? it was their fault their life was shit. it was their fault their parents are dead. it was their faul—

“lo’ak? are you still with us?” tsireya’s soft voice took him out of his thoughts. her round eyes looking at him with concern, no malice seen. lo’ak shook his head before swimming back to shore. “i’m not feeling well. i’ll go back to the mauri.” he simply said, not waiting for any replies from the rest.

he didn’t go to their mauri, instead walking aimlessly as he kicks the sand out of anger. he aimed his feelings toward y/n despite the na’vi not being present in any way.

he settled by a big rock and lay on the of it, watching the sunset. “what did i do wrong?” he covers his eyes with his arm and sighs heavily.

a few minutes passed before he hears footsteps coming closer. he looks up to see tsireya. he couldn’t deny that he saw her as a pretty na’vi. wait, no, no, y/n will get angry- wait… y/n is not here. he can see anyone as pretty without being tormented on and feeling guilty for thinking such.

tsireya sat beside him, looking beyond the glimmering ocean. the eclipse has set before them as stars showed in the sky.

“what’s troubling you, lo’ak?” tsireya asks before looking at lo’ak. the forest na’vi’s eyes trembled as he remembers his time with his ex. maybe it was actually his fault that y/n treated him that way. if only he was more obedient then maybe y/n was with him to this day. why should he ruin everything he has in his life–

“lo’ak.” tsireya’s voice removed him from his thoughts once again. lo’ak finally looked at tsireya and felt his tears fall down his face. her features soften as she pulled him into a hug he had been longing for a while. she whispered sweet nothings to his ear as she runs her hand through his braids. no sound left his mouth but the tears that ran down his face speaks many stories.

maybe… maybe he has a new opportunity with tsireya. maybe this might be a new chance that eywa has given him.

after months and months of comfort and courting, lo’ak can proudly call tsireya his girlfriend. his sun. his love. tsireya knew of what he had gone through back in the forest and she made it her priority to help him heal from his past. she just hopes he fully lets her in his heart.

the first few months of the two being official, it was bliss. lo’ak felt like he could die a happy man just to keep this comfort. he didn’t want the happiness to fade if they do continue on.

the longer the two stayed together, the more his toxicity seeped out of the damn he had built. the same where he would constantly ask tsireya who were the guys she talked with, the same where he would keep her from doing her tasks as the next tsahik, and the same where he would limit and forbid tsireya from meeting anyone else.

at first, tsireya didn’t mind. maybe lo’ak was just cautious because of his previous relationship? don’t worry! she understands and will comply with his wishes. but the more time passed and his actions worsened, she thought, ‘maybe it’s something with me.’ don’t worry! i’ll just slowly pull away from my friends and spend more time with lo’ak to ease his mind.

ao’nung, neteyam, and kiri saw this and began to worry. ao’nung could see that his sister was beginning to be skittish around him and his friends. he missed hanging out with her and for her to spend time with lo’ak is just laughable. neteyam and kiri on the other hand can see that the cycle of y/n and lo’ak began to show in his new relationship with tsireya.

after neteyam’s death, everything just fell apart. lo’ak was worse than he was before they came to the reef.

his relationship with tsireya disintegrated as they broke up and made up. although, he didn’t want to let her go because who will understand him? only she can and he doesn’t care if they break up. they can easily fix it and get back together.

tsireya, oh poor tsireya, she couldn’t just leave him. it’s unfair to him and he was the first na’vi she truly loved. of course, she will accept him no matter how many times they break up. maybe if they mated, he will fully change his ways and learn to love her without having to separate.

feels like a brand new person (but you’ll make the same old mistakes)

i don’t care, i’m in love (stop before it’s too late)

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Dear Diary

Prologue

Summary: Your brother and his best friend that you're secretly in love with, go missing. Peggy thinks somehow you’ll be able to find them. Will you find them, or will you lose yourself in the process?

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Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader

a/n: Am I starting a new series to procrastinate from my other one? Maybe. My brain doesn't listen when I tell it to focus on one thing, so here ya go.

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Dear Diary

It's been a month since Steve disappeared. With him gone, nothing feels real. It feels like I'm drifting through life. I haven't felt like this since our mom died, Steve and Bucky were the only ones who could bring me back and now they're both gone.

Gone, not dead. Neither of my boys came home, neither had bodies. I think that might be worse, the not knowing. They could be stranded somewhere, freezing, and injured. I wish I could help them, wherever they are.

It’s weird being in this house alone. I don't go out anymore. I spend most of my days wrapped in my bed. I’ve been too scared to enter his room or move his stuff, what if he comes home and everything he knew is gone?

Peggy keeps coming by the house. She brings groceries, she cooks for me. Sometimes we sit and have tea together. She used to try to make small talk, but the past few days she just looked nervous around me. I know she feels bad about what happened but I can't help but blame her a little.

Our lives used to be relatively normal. Then Steve somehow gets into the army which, I know was his dream but it was crazy. I hoped they’d give him something easier like being a medic or something but he sends me a letter saying he's going to be experimented on. I didn't hear from him for a long time after that. Then ‘Captain America’ starts going around doing shows. I guess he was busy entertaining the masses. The next letter i got, he said something had happened to bucky and he was going to rescue him.

Then I got a knock on the door. Peggy herself was standing on my doorstep. I had never met her before but from the look on her face, I knew something had happened. Diary, I’m not proud of what happened next. There was a lot of screaming and crying, mostly from me. I know you'll say it's not very ladylike, but when have I cared about that before?

I still hate her a little, even if she's not the reason he joined. She got him involved in the stuff that got him killed. Got bucky killed too. I don't know if I’ll ever forgive her.

When I hear the knocking on the door I know it's her. I close up my diary and shove it back on the shelf before I open the door. Her smile wavers a little and I take a step back to let her in the apartment. I close the door behind her and busy myself with making tea so I don’t have to look at her.

I hear her sit at the table and take a deep breath before she finally says something. “Listen, I know I keep showing up and I'm probably the last person you want to see right now-” I scoff as I set the tea on the table and sit across from her. “But this time I'm here to suggest something and it's going to sound a little crazy, so please don't kick me out yet.”

From what I knew of her, Peggy’s version of crazy could be ‘come out and have a drink with me and some of the guys your brother knew’ or ‘Come get injected with an untested serum so you can fight bad guys.” Neither option sounds great right about now.

“Your brother told me about you. He told me about the things you can do, and how you're special in ways others aren't.”

“I don't know what he said but you have to believe me when I say it's not true.” I shifted uncomfortably in my seat. “Stevie has always had a very active imagination.” I tried to muster up a chuckle as I rambled about my brother. “It's probably from all his time locked inside. You know he used to get sick easily? So, mom, wouldn't let him go play with the other kids. He’d spend all his time reading fairytales or drawing them and-”

She leaned in close and whispered as if somebody might overhear her. “He told me because he thought you could help us. He knew if anybody could get you in, it’d be me. He told me how you always used to take care of him, he wanted to take care of you.”

I cross my arms and glare at her. “He had no right to tell you that. You shouldn't know about that.”

“You might be right, but I'm glad he told me. I want you to do a job for me. My little team wants to search for them, Barnes and Steve. I convinced them you're the right person for the job.” Now I knew why she had looked so nervous recently, she was offering me a small ray of hope in the darkness.

“That sounds great and all but I don't have any experience with this kind of thing. My abilities wouldn't be of any help to you.” I didn't like the idea of anybody knowing what I could do, but if it helped find Bucky or Steve I’d do whatever I could.

“Dear diary…” I mutter as I pull my coat tighter around me as the wind blows snow in my face. “Today I get to explore the middle of nowhere because my stupid brother's insane girlfriend thought it would be wise to send me out here after a month of training. Truly a match made in heaven, those two.”

“I know it seems impossible but you're their only hope.” Peggy's voice crackled out of the portable radio I was clutching in my hand. “Howard's equipment picked up activity out there and we have high hopes it's him.”

“Peggy I admire your optimism, I do.” I sighed as I paused and looked around. All I could see was whirling snow and rocky cliffs. “But it's been months… He fell off a train for god's sake. On the off chance he is alive, he would've had to survive with probably very serious injuries and no rations. If he found a way to do that…I don't think he’d still be himself.”

“Please, you have to find him.” I could hear her voice crack even through the static of the radio. I knew she wanted me to do this so she’d have a justifiable reason to send me after Steve, that's what she wanted.

In the distance, I saw something silver glint in the sun and I took off running toward it. I fell to my knees as I pulled a pair of dog tags on a chain out of the snow. “Peggy I found-” my body couldn't decide if I wanted to sob or laugh. He was somewhere out here and he had survived the fall.

I was so distracted by what I found I never noticed the man creeping up behind me. Didn't realize I wasn’t alone until I felt the sharp pain of a needle in my neck.

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