#wailing and sobbing they are so so good together and FOR WHAT FUCKING REASON
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okay wait laughingstock concept Incoming: so im imagining some of the neighbors (maybe Julie & Frank) noticing that Barnaby & Howdy are a lil fruity, yk yk. and Julie's like damn, i guess we have to play matchmaker here.
so naturally they wind up getting the whole neighborhood involved. everybody's a wingman here. Poppy's dropping hints when Howdy drops off groceries, Wally is constantly asking Barnaby to go get him things from the bodega, etc etc. Howdy and Barnaby are facing this sudden change in town-wide behavior with slight concern and bemusement
eventually - lets say Julie, Sally, and Wally - get Barnaby into the bodega and then abruptly leave like "don't have too much fun without us you two *wink wink nudge nudge*". once they're gone (read: very obviously hiding outside & watching through the window) Barnaby & Howdy turn to each other like:
Barnaby: you think we should tell them we're already married?
Howdy: let them have their fun - they'll figure it out eventually
#dont have the mental fortitude to Draw This but i still wanted to share the thought#'but how would no one notice that theyre literally married'#easy: theyre very relaxed and secure in their relationship. also howdy has a strict 'no pda at work' rule#also because its funny. we can stretch rationality for the Bit cmon now#through the power of the bit Anything is possible#and we all know the neighbors are Peak Sillies so. yk#it strikes me that once they get Bored of the constant 'matchmaking'#barnaby and howdy stage this whole thing where they 'confess' to each other So dramatically and So publicly#they make it an Event#sally is swooning from the drama and spectacle of it all. wally is trying to paint the moment as fast as possible#julie is so excited she's close to passing out. eddie is crying. so is poppy. frank is taking the credit. home is just happy to be there#as soon as barnaby and howdy retreat out of sight they burst out laughing for a solid ten minutes#GAH THE BRAINROT THE BRAINROT#laughingstock#wailing and sobbing they are so so good together and FOR WHAT FUCKING REASON#i cant even put it into words they just Fit! like puzzle pieces!#theres something so natural about em. i look at them and its like. they Would be perfect for each other huh#i already know theyd have such a healthy wholesome relationship They Just Work. Theyre The Dream Couple#howdy says the most confusing sentence ever said. barnaby nods along with genuine love in his eyes. etc. you get it#now watch! canon is gonna absolutely set this on fire!#which would be Fun. painful. but Fun. seriously tho im curious as to how/if barnaby and howdy will interact/develop....#i mean personally i love it when shit gets messy so i hope it Hurts So Bad or at least Goes Downhill#i hope its a rollercoaster on all accounts
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Thinking about being the second option’s second option.
Pairing: Male Character x Top Male reader
cw: 18+, power dynamics, age gaps, blowjobs, riding, dom!male reader, sub!male character, unrequited love, love triangles, jealousy, possessiveness
You wouldn’t otherwise be on his radar, maybe you were much younger than him, maybe he was your superior and you his subordinates and anything beyond a professional relationship would be highly inappropriate or maybe you just weren’t his type.
But God you had tried to approach him and many times at a - a subtle comment here and there that could mean more if he just followed up on it, a longing gaze or a light touch that he promptly ignored or played off, you’d even mustered up the courage to fess up your feelings one time only to get rejected immediately.
He was interested in someone else, or at least that’s what he had said when you confessed and that had been enough for you to completely back off.
A week later or so and you saw him with that very same someone in tow. However you’d quickly realized he’d been tasked with patching up wounds he himself didn’t cause because it was so blatantly obvious that the person in question was in love with someone that wasn’t him. He’d been blind to see or didn’t want to see and even though you had in mind to tell him you’d stuck to the promise you made yourself, and stayed away from him.
However it hadn’t been long before you’d been assigned the very same task- patching up wounds you didn’t cause for the man that had rejected you once.
He showed up with tears in his eyes and a couple of drinks in his system begging you to make him forget. You rejected him at the spot told him to come back when his lips didn’t taste like gin and tonic.
You didn’t think he would come back but he did and soon you had your all too good superior down on his knees, warm wet mouth eagerly sucking you in like he’s been waiting for this opportunity
But you weren’t easily fooled you knew the eagerness wasn’t for you.
Although his eyes were locked with yours you could see the distant look on his face, clearly imagining someone else in your place but none of that mattered not when his lips were stretched taut around your cock, not when he’s got his nose buried in your sweat damp fringe of curls and your cockhead is hitting the back of his throat, and not when you could taste yourself on his mouth when you finally slotted your lips together
But it didn’t end there because he’d continue to show up whenever the wounds reopened which was rather often. Not that you minded , not when you had the older man bent in ways that had all the joints in his body aching in protest, one hand fisting his salt and pepper hair the other clawing the sheets while fucking himself harder, deeper onto your dick
Harder faster more please he sobs into the sheets, a name that isn’t your own neatly tucked in between the begs and pleas, eyes squeezed shut as if he’s imagining someone else in front of him
But you couldn’t care less not when you’re the one who gets to feel his walls clenching down onto your dick, not when you’re the one who gets to lick the tears away from his cheek not when you’re the reason he’s cumming in such way he hasn’t done in years.
And while you lay there wrapped up in white sheets basking in the afterglow of your release, you watch the way he hastily puts the clothes back on his body, ever so determined not to spend the night.
You were no fool, you knew what type of relationship you had, you were just here to patch up his wounds and nothing more than that.
Besides you were nowhere near his type at least if you were to compare yourself to the men he approached at bars yet you were the one to have the bigger man pinned beneath your frame, strong body bent in half and practically skewed onto your cock, deep baritone voice reduced to wails and whines as he begs and pleads for you to let him cum.
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Hello! if you accept requests, can I make it?
I hope the answer is yes🙂↕️
I really, really, REALLY want to see the situation with Thomas Hewitt when he was too affected by Hoyt's joke. Thomas was offended by him to the point of tears for the first time in many years, and Y/N calms him down.This only makes Tommy cry harder, since no one has calmed him so tenderly before. They spend a long time together like this until Tommy stops crying. (I ESPECIALLY WANT MORE DESCRIPTION OF TOMMY’S EMOTIONS. You can even write on his behalf if you wish🥺)
thank you very much, and have a nice day!
Someone to fall back on
It was a joke. A mean joke, but a joke nonetheless.
Thomas Hewitt heard them all before. The mean jokes, snide comments and straight up merciless teasing. From strangers, from victims. From some of his own family.
Hoyt's words towards him has always had a underlying tone of hate. Talking down to him like he was a child. Criticizing everything he's done to keep his family safe. And this only seemed to escalate when Thomas met you.
Brave, beautiful, wonderful you. He never imagined that he could love one person so much.
But not everyone thought your love was beautiful.
"Why the fuck else would someone stay with him?!? It ain't definitely for his looks!"
"That bitch is just waitin' for him to fuck up like he always do!"
"You must really fuck 'em good if they're willin' to put up with your ugly mug, eh Tommy? "
It hurt. It hurts.
There was so much nasty thoughts swimming around Thomas's head, that he didn't feel that first tear fall down his cheek. Or the one after that. Or the one after that.
He didn't feel his hands gripping his hair so tightly, he was pulling out strands. He couldn't hear anything else but the pounding of his own heart and his uncle's voice replaying like a broken record. His body shaking, breathing coming out in short puffs.
Anxiety ate away at him, piece by piece. Despair tore through his heart like a freight train.
Everything was wrong. He was wrong. He was the monster keeping you in this hell hole for his own selfish reasons. He kept you because he loved you.
And you stayed because you feared him.
Thomas could feel his consciousness slipping away. Good, maybe he'd never wake back up.
But what would happen to you?
"-Mas? Thomas? Tommy!"
Your hands grabbed his, prying them off his abused scalp. He was scared to look at you, not knowing what look would be on your face. Disgust? Fear? He couldn't handle any of those.
He heard you sigh, then could feel your body sit next to him. When did he get down on the floor?
"Tommy, baby, are you okay?" You scoffed "Of course you're not. Your uncle's a asshole."
You grabbed his face in your hands, forcing him to look at you. His teary eyes reluctantly met yours. You smiled "There's my handsome man. With his pretty eyes. "
Slipping on to his lap, you ran your fingers through his hair "You can't believe everything Hoyt says, Thomas. He's a bitter, old man."
"I love you, Thomas Hewitt. And I'm sorry if I haven't told you enough, showed you enough. And I'm sorry that Hoyt's words hurt that much. But nothing he says is, or will ever be, true."
With the upmost tenderness, you removed the beaten leather mask from his face. Placing a kiss on his forehead, you continued "I'm here because I love you. I stayed because I love you. Not because I'm scared, not because of pity. I love you, Thomas. Just you."
Thomas let out a broken sob and you brought his head to your chest "Tommy, please, there's nothing wrong with crying. I'd rather you get snot all over me than you kept all this in."
The quiet sobs turned into quiet wails as Thomas's arm pulled you closer to him. You hummed, some song he couldn't place a name on. Maybe it wasn't real, Thomas thought, you had a knack for random melodies.
But you were real.
This was real.
#slasher x reader#slashers x reader#slasher headcanons#thomas hewitt headcanon#thomas hewitt x y/n#thomas hewitt x reader#tcm the beginning#texas chainsaw the beginning#the texas chainsaw massacre#thanks for the ask!
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Harder Than It Looks
Angel Dust x Male!Reader
A/N: Sorry if this seems ooc I haven’t written for Angel Dust before and I haven’t written for a little while now. I am so sorry in advance. This is a sensitive topic and I am in no way a medically trained individual, please if you need medical help. Please reach out.
TW: Talks of addiction, alcoholism, talk about death and throwing up. 18+ for those topics. If this bothers you in anyway please do not read.
You didn’t remember what happened fully, it was supposed to be a night out with some old friends of yours from when you were alive. It was only supposed to be a night out with eating and minimal partying- in fact you would’ve been fine not partying at all, you would just be happy stuffing your face full of food at your favorite restaurant. The same restaurant you took your amazing and loveable boyfriend on your first date together. How could this ruin your favorite place- all of your hard work of your rehabilitation. You felt like you wanted to fucking throw up.
But you carried yourself drunkenly through the streets of hell, your head felt heavy and your vision was blurred with every step. The rain hit your hot face hard and it didn’t feel like the good kind of cold rain after a long hot day. Your clothes were thoroughly soaked as if Lucifer himself was reminding you that you were in Hell for a reason; in life you were a heavy drinker- you never dared to hit anyone in your life, not after what you promised to your Mother. So you stayed at local bars and clubs drinking your days away, begging for the elected poison to end your life and finally one day it did. You didn’t want to think of how your Mother found her only baby boy slumped down in his car after drinking his life away, you didn’t dare think about her wailing.
You don’t remember pushing the doors to the hotel open or how long it took you to get to the hotel. Pushing your way through Charlie and Vaggie as you sobbed out, all of your progress was ruined and now? They surely hated you; Angel Dust will hate you when he sees how fucked you looked. The stairs seemed endless to your room but you kept pushing on between broken sobs and heaves of air that never seemed to be collected in your own lungs before it was violently ripped from your chest. Reaching your shared room with Angel, you almost tripped over poor little Fat Nuggets as you threw open the bathroom door, hopefully not breaking anything in the process. You threw yourself towards the toilet before allowing yourself to throw up all the food and alcohol. Your body wracked with each sob and heave of trying to get rid of the substances in your body, unbeknownst that your boyfriend had followed you into the bathroom.
How could you not notice the drinks- how your ‘friends’ constantly flagged down the waitress whispering something to her. Fuck, you were stupid. “It’s alright, Handsome. Let it out” Angel’s voice cut through the sobs and dry heaving into the toilet. His warm hands rubbing your back as he coaxed the soaking wet jacket off your body. You don’t remember him calling out for you or when he let a pair of his hands run through your soaking hair, brushing it back as you sobbed out. “I was so fucking stupid..I was so close but I..I thought they would be different.” you sobbed clinging to the toilet bowl like it was your life line. Your body was so tired, you wanted to give in and let yourself collapse but you couldn’t not when you felt Angel pull you flush against his body. “Shh, it’s going to be alright, Suga’.” he whispered out softly like any louder would scare you.
“They tricked me, ‘Tony…they kept getting me drinks and feeding me like I was some fucking lamb sent to the slaughter house.” You hissed out trembling in his hold as he carefully helped you out of your rain soaked clothes. “Gonna wrap you up in a towel so you get nice and dry okay? Then we can get in some comfy clothes and lay in bed.” He calmly replied as he kissed your cheek. “Can..Can Fat Nuggets snuggle with us?” You asked the familiar feeling of warmth as a towel was wrapped around your trembling frame and how Angel chuckled, a smile forming on his lips. “Of course, Handsome.” He cooed out easily picking you up.
It was a blur of slurred words and slow movement, you were curled up into Angel Dust as his hands rubbed your back and another pair brushed back your hair as you tried to stay awake. Fat Nuggets curled in your arms already asleep after forgiving you with soft headbutts and nuzzles. “Are you mad at me, ‘Tony?” you asked after a few moments ignoring how your body trembled almost violently. Angel smiled and let his hand run down to caress your cheek, “Not at all, Baby..I was just worried when I got a call from Charlie saying you ran into the hotel almost throwing up on your own shoes.” he replied pulling your body closer as another tremble ran through your body, kissing your forehead.
“Go to sleep, Baby. I’ll watch over you.” You nodded at him allowing your eyes to finally close. You were safe with him and Fat Nuggets between your arms. He wouldn’t let anyone harm you if he had a say in it.
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A/N: First post in a long ass time. If you guys like this, I'll gladly do a second part of this.
#angel dust x reader#angel dust x you#hazbin hotel x reader#hazbin angel dust#hazbin hotel imagine#angel dust imagine
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Flu
SFW - Simon 'Ghost' Riley x Male reader x John 'Soap' MacTavish
Summary: Your ill, Johnny won’t leave your side, Simon is kinder than usual.
TW: Swearing, The Flu
A/N: You are a British man who grew up in the southeast – Aldershot is in the southeast and you're a medic. This is the first fic I’ve written in a long ass while and I have never played Cod :) I was also ill with the flu recently.
Words/ Length : 1.2K
“He’s a fucking slut.”
“For the love of God johnny what the fuck are you going on about now?” You almost sobbed, “I should’a stayed in fucking Aldershot.” You sniffed
“Ghost’s a fucking slut.” He repeated
“How is he a slut?” You sniffed again.
“I saw tits.”
“How dose that equate to you calling him a slut? And we’ve seen his pecs many times.” You sighed
“They’re fucking massive. I wanna-”
“Johnny, you assaulted his thighs yesterday please stop.” You wailed/ whispered.
“Fuck no. We’re dating him to you have to keep on listenin’ to me.” He replied
“Southern eastern English pain.” You coughed back, Johnny hand you a class of water.
“Tae fuck do you mean by that?”
“Your accent Johnny, and you – I love you – but good god you’re so loud. Shuuu.” You hushed putting the glass of cold water against your head and enjoying the coolness.
“But you love it when I talk.” He whined
“I love it when I’m not ill, love.” You replied a slight chuckle in your voice before patting at the bed beside you. He slipped under the cover next to, his arms wrapping around your waist snuggling into your side.
“’m sorry” He murmured, whatever he’d been so excited about previously had died away.
“’ss fine.” You whispered back putting the glass back on the bedside table, a hand snaking its way into Johnny’s mohawk.
It didn’t take long till he heard you snoring. Johnny’s own hands started to wander tracing the tattoos on your arms saying sweet things in Scottish before, like you, he fell asleep.
It was 2 in the morning when Simon walked into their shared bedroom, glancing at the two men cuddled together on the king-sized bed. He started to strip when he heard a certain Scott murmur
“My love, look at ‘em tits.”
“I was asleep Johnny, I was asleep.” You coughed turning to look at Simon. Pulling his mask of last that left him in his boxer briefs, he sat next to you on the bed before kissing your forehead.
“Mornin’ love.” He greeted, his hand gently gliding over your jawline while you gave him a weak smile. The sweet and quite moment was ruined by the Scott whining loudly.
“Morning to you too, Johnny.” Simon said looking at Johnny, who was pulling a puppy dog face, before caving and kissing his forehead.
“Come to bed.” You whispered with Johnny nodding in agreement.
“Saucie.” He replied in a low tone.
“You can sleep on the sofa if you say that again.” You said looking at him unimpressed by the comment.
“You let Johnny get away with it.” Simon said getting in under the cover next to you.
“Johnny is Johnny and you Si – are not – you’re also my favourite pretty boy.” You murmured resting you head next to his.
“’Scuse me!” Johnny almost yelled sitting up in bed and staring at you.
“I said what I said. ‘Nd go to bed.” You replied, using one of your arms to pull the man closer. He stared a little longer before lying back down and cuddling back into your side. Simon enjoyed the gentle reassurance of your touch while Johnny gazed up at your face, you were visibly sick, and he didn’t like it.
Johnny liked it when you’d you spar with him after breakfast, help count reps, keeping him company on long runs, the weird or downright hilarious comments you’d make over the comms on a mission. Your mixture of posh English or the Queen’s English as you’d so often correct him on, and downtown Londoner accent was a good 50% of the reason whatever you’d said was funny. But when you were sick the accent and the funny words were dropped and replaced by a tired groaning, one that couldn’t decide whether the water you were drinking was helping or just painfully highlighting the pain in the back of your throat. On the other hand, Simon saw little change aside from his empty office whenever he was doing paperwork and maybe he missed the tea you’d bring for him whenever you’d deemed, he’d gone too long without or when you just sat in his office doing your own paperwork since the others were too loud.
“I love you both.” You said breaking the silence before you had a coughing fit. Johnny practically jumped up grabbing the glass of water and handing it to you. By habit you sat up carefully drinking the water and resting your head on the wall.
“You’re both gonna get sick ya know that right.”
“Who cares, more time with you.” Johnny piped up, taking advantage of the situation and putting his head on your thigh.
“Why dont’cha lie down, love?” Simon said looking up at you.
“’S cool.”
“What the wall?”
“Mmm.” You hummed back, Simon sat up resting his head on the wall and then hummed in agreement.
Simon rested a hand on your other thigh before turning his head and kissing your cheek.
“All loving in the early morning?” You asked, eyes closed and resting your head back on his shoulder.
“So, it ain’t a dream.” He huffed back while Johnny got more comfortable on your thigh.
“Mmm Lover boy. We’ll all grow old together and raise copious amounts of dogs while living in the middle of nowhere up north.” You could feel Simon nod as some of his stubble rubbed against you.
“Just a couple more decades till retirement then.” You smiled, almost deliriously before falling back asleep.
‘Would ya believe it?! When I tell ‘em their gonna get sick they are shocked when the next day they get sick!! XD’ It was the message you sent in the group chat ‘Big ol’ Naturals’ that Gaz had showed to Price that explained why 2 of his men were missing. He also had the unfortunate pleasure of reading what Roach sent next
‘Swear you need to exchange bodily fluids for that so- what we’re you three doing?’ followed by your
‘And that is the reason why I’m the medic and you’re not.’ Also followed by ‘Jesus’ also from you, you lot were actively giving him grey hairs.
‘Where is Soap he hasn’t made a comment yet.’
‘He’s yet to discover it but I am sitting on his phone ;)’
“Take your phone back Gaz.” Price said pushing the phone back to Gaz whose eyes widened when he looked at the message Roach had sent before laughing at the rest of the comments.
‘Also, what I have is the Flu – its spreads though tiny droplets in the air that spread when I sneeze, cough or talk.’ And then ‘Amazing doctor explanations from the medic’ Gaz decided to join in on the conversation
‘What about Soap’s phone situation?’
‘He is slowly but surely getting closer to my ass’
‘Lol’ - Roach
‘You guys had food yet?’ - Gaz
‘Nope’ - You
‘Bring us food!!!!’ – Soap
‘Please’
‘Wait you guys knew my phone was under his ass?!’
‘And didn’t tell me scandalous!!!!’
‘He’s cursing in Scottish’ – You
‘Sound about right. We’ll bring some food shortly and a barrel of water :)’ – Gaz
‘Si's going to cry could you also bring a kettle, mug and tea bags, plz’
‘You’re telling me Ghost cries?’ – Roach
‘I think the lack of sleep is getting to him’ - You
‘It’s actually the lack of tea 🍵’ – Soap
‘Si’s listing off all the names for the dogs we’re getting in the future so if you could be quick, it would be deeply appreciated from both my recovery and headache.’
‘On it Medic boss man 😎’ – Gaz
‘Get well soon. I’ve just seen the amount of paperwork I have to do and it’s not looking pretty.’ – Roach
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bratty!Tae <3
smut mdni
warnings: sub! taehyun . . .duh, he's tied up, sex toys, degradation, face slapping, hair pulling, derogatory names, slight dacryphilia,mean reader, overstimulation, edging, spanking ?? implied cheating (he was out smooching other men 😞) , mentions of pillow humping, he's a good boy guys :( [lies] idk I feel weird about this one, don't really like it (cries) lmk if I missed anything!
"you still wanna fuck around and be a brat now ? hm ? answer me or that's one more time I'll edge you before you're allowed to come." you spoke with a rough tone, upping the pace of taehyun's fleshlight that you were currently pumping up and down his red cock.
"no, 'm not a brat ! I'm a good boy, I'm your good boy—fuck !" the surprisingly pleasurable new pace of your hand had him digging his feet into the mattress to try and get more of it, blabbing the words he thought you wanted to hear so you'd let up your torture. you scoffed.
"oh, you are definitely not a good boy."
taehyun had been acting like a brat all day, rubbing up against you whenever you were trying to get important things done. toying with you whenever he was around other people, flirting with them and not paying any mind to you or your clenched jaw. he constantly teased you in public by grabbing your waist, your chest, your ass and by pressing open mouthed kisses against your neck.
so no, you did not think he had been a good boy and therefore the reason why he was now tied to the headboard with drool and tears everywhere. at first you thought it might be a bit much, but then you noticed how his eyes sparkled when you pulled out a vibrating butt plug and just knew you had to take it up a notch.
he sniffled and pulled at his wrist restraints. "no ! I have been a good boy, I'm not a brat !" lies, he knew they were.
"yeah ? you think you deserve to come ?"
"yes ! yes, I deserve to come, I've been so fucking good !"
you pouted mockingly, mimicking his whines and sobs.
"I don't know, baby . . . do you think feeling beomgyu up was being good ? you were all over him not even an hour ago, practically jerking him off that's how close your hand was." at the mention of his best friend he began to wail, his head shaking in denial to your statement although he knew what you were saying was true. he only did it to rile you up though !
"t-that was an accident ! didn't mean to. . . 'm so fucking close please !" you laughed and pressed the button to up the vibrations while squeezing your hand around his dick. taehyun squealed, twisting his body to try and escape the overwhelming feeling but also yearning for more.
"you didn't mean to ? saw you giving him a hickey, Tae. was that an accident too? your mouth just happened to fall there ?"
"mhm ! was an accident I swear !" he could have sworn he was getting through to you with his pathetic lies, not really realising how stupid they sounded when he was so close to his eagerly awaited orgasm. but then he heard you chuckle lowly, and then he felt all the stimulation stop.
"you're full of shit, sweetheart." you ignored his mewls and cries of protest, instead groping his ass which was covered in red handprints you'd inflicted upon him earlier. "you were gonna come weren't you ? without telling me, hmm. such a spoiled brat"
"no ! wasn't gonna come !"
"don't lie to me, whore." you landed a slap to his face, grinning as you saw his eyes welling up and his body shiver in delight.
" 'm not a fucking whore . . ." taehyun growled, the tone in which you spoke had him clenching his thighs together in an attempt to get some friction. but when he realised he wasn't feeling anything apart from the sting of his face and the throb of his angry cock he began to mewl out once more.
"didn't I tell you not to lie ?," shit you were pissed, taehyun knew he was absolutely fucked.
"lay down and don't fucking move, if you want to come so badly I'll let you. you're gonna tell me how many times you've kissed Beomgyu, that's how many times you'll come." you spoke through gritted teeth, grabbing your boyfriend's black locks with force and tugging.
the motion had him moaning out. sucking in choked breaths through his teeth. he had to think for a moment, as embarrassing as it was to admit your harsh words and actions had left him a little dumbed down. "five!"
"ah, that's an odd number. why don't we round up to six ?"
taehyun gasped at your words, scrambling to argue, to protest, anything that might save his poor dick from falling off once you were finished with him.
"c-can't do that !"
"awe boohoo, little slut. you'll do it either way. c'mon, start humping your pillow like the pathetic bitch you are."
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I Spill My Blood For You (Aegon x Reader)
Now was this requested? No, but it’s been itching my brain to write something toxic for Aegon also in this story Aegon is not a rpist just fucked in the head and a drunk. T.W mentions of self harm
(Y/n) knew Aegon loved her, at least that is what she told herself to make the pain of betrayal go away. Aegon and (y/n) had been betrothed since they were young so it was only natural they spend most of their youth together all the way until the wedding.
Aegon was not a bad man but he had his vices, he made attempts to be a good husband and most of the time he succeeded, yet he would always find his way back to filthy whore houses at the street of silk, spending his night with whores and dornish wine, on the morrow he would come back to their shared chamber and plead for forgiveness on his knees to (y/n), she always forgave him what else could she do? He was her lord husband, her Aegon he might not have meant his vow on the contrary (y/n) meant it when she stood in front of the Sept and declared her love and loyalty to him “until the end of my days”
When (y/n) became with child Aegon was thrilled, he lifted her and spun her around as he showered her with kisses and words of encouragement, for months he was at his best behaviour that even had his own mother rubbing her eyes in disbelief, everyone seemed to be able to take a breath after Aegons change of character.
The main reason was how frightened (y/n) was at the thought of childbirth, as she had confessed to him the same night she announced her pregnancy to him she sobbed in his arms, shaking like a leaf as he hugged her. (Y/n) had listened to one to many stories of Maesters gutting women like a fish for the babe to get out, the mere thought brought shivers down her spine.
Aegon tended to (y/n)s every need, basically he was her shadow he always escorted her for long walks in the garden under the order of the maesters that walking was going to help her prepare for her labour, he made sure she ate lots of fresh fruit and drew her baths at the night of the owl since it seemed to be the only remedy that worked for her aching back that made her restless.
(Y/n) was delighted at how Aegon had stepped up to assist her during this important time, she relished how his hand was always in her growing belly and laughed when he would try to talk to the babe for hours on end, she felt relieved she even thought this was certainly the end of his visitations at the pillow houses.Their family was going to grow and she wanted her children to blossom in a family full of love, for the little babes to look up to their parents and smile.
It was prince Aemonds name day and the feast was marvellous, (y/n)s belly had grown big and round to the point that the sept indicated it wasn’t only one babe making (y/n) shake like a leaf from fear, childbirth was already a painful procedure let alone pushing out two of them. Alas she brushed it off, (y/n) put on her finest and most comfortable dress to escort her lord husband.
It was well into the night when (y/n) lost sight of him, again she tried to reason with herself and think that he was probably out for some air or had been distracted and started a conversation with some lord. That changed when she slowly got up from her chair and let out a yelp as a sharp pain occurred at her lower belly, at an instant she felt a gush of liquid between her legs making her eyes grow wide. Queen Alicent was the first one to notice and rushed over to the girl, holding her hand tightly
“What is it sweet (y/n)?”
“I’ve started my labours”
The queen had send the guards to find her son while she stayed with (y/n) who was wailing from the pain, crying and begging for mercy as her entire body felt like it was burning, the room was full of women and the Maester who was doing his best to help poor (y/n).
“Push my darling”
“I can’t, I need Aegon”
“I know dear but you must, come on you can do this”
Finally after hours upon hours of effort (y/n) gave birth to two beautiful babes, a boy and a girl, both of them healthy. (Y/n) almost buried herself in the pillows from exhaustion as she was covered with sweat, however she was smiling. Everything had gone well, the babes were heathy and she was alive, in pain but alive, when she held them it was the most blissful moment in her life if she had to describe it she felt like her heart got cut in three pieces and two of the parts went to the babes.
“What are their names?”
“Maegor and Alicent”
Alicent gasped at (y/n)s decision. (Y/n) had grown font of the queen, she had done mistakes but she wasn’t cruel and (y/n) could tell that she had done the best that she could with all her children, as well as being the only person to hold her hand through the labour.
“Thank you”
Alicent stayed with (y/n) as the young mother slept, waiting to hear back from the guards and her irresponsible son, as she watched the girl sleep her anger rose more and more, how could he leave her when he had known (y/n) was going to go through labour any minute now, he ran away like a coward to go sin and once again embarrass them.
The sun had started to rise when Ser Arryk had walked in and dragged Aegon with him, Alicent thanked the knight for his service and instructed him to leave the half conscious Aegon laying on the floor. She went to check on (y/n) to make sure she is still sleeping, brushing away a few strands of hair from her face and placing a kiss on her forehead before she walked to stand over her son.
“Mother? Where am I?”
“You are a disgrace do you know that?”
The spoke in a low tone yet it was harsh and cold. The scene that was playing in front of her eyes infuriated her, her own kin, her first child on the floor dirty and reeking of wine while his wife had just given birth to twins, she felt responsible for his ridiculous actions and she could not take it anymore.
She kicked his side in anger making him groan and curl up from the pain, he coughed a few times as he started to understand where was his mothers wrath coming from.
“What did I do?”
“What did you do? I will tell you, you wasted your night away with whores and wine while your wife gave birth”
“What?”
His mothers words made his blood ran cold, in a blink of an eye he had sobered up from the shock of the news he had just heard. No, it couldn’t be, he had been there this whole time she could not have given birth tonight, he looked up at his mother even if it hurt his eyes and Aegon could swear he saw steam coming out of her ears.
“Certainly you are jesting”
“Get up and look at your wife, how she is laying after giving birth to twins”
Twins! Two babes! Several thoughts raced through aegons blurry mind, was she alright? Was anyone with her? Was she scared? Are the babes alright and healthy? As got off the floor he felt a mixture of guilt and humiliation take over him, rightfully so if he could add. He had done the best he could and yet when the time came he proved everyone right, he failed just like how all of them expected.
Silence fell while he looked at his wife who had drifted off to dreamland, her belly had deflated and that was the sign he needed to understand this was not a dream like he secretly hoped.
“Where are the babies?”
“ With the wet nurses, a boy and a girl, (y/n) took the liberty and named them-”
“Maegor and Alicent”
He whispered, a few nights ago as she laid in their bed and let Aegon rub her belly she mentioned the names she liked. At first Aegon laughed at how they would repeating the cycle of Aegon and Maegor, after a while he reached up to place a sweet kiss on his wife’s lips and told her what a pretty name Alicent is also how his mother would jump from joy.
“I knew you are a low life but this is a new low, missing the birth of your children”
“You think I wanted this? I wanted to be here”
“you left, you rushed to your whores and fleeted from your wife’s side like a dim wit, do you know that she was asking for you? Poor thing was begging me to run and get you, telling me again and again how scared she was”
“Stop mother please”
He pressed his mother as he felt close to breaking down.
Aegon had his back turned to (y/n) and Alicent was too furious to notice that (y/n) had awoken a while ago, moreover she chose to remain silent and view them from afar. She listened to Alicent harass Aegon and watched Aegon get eaten by his own pain and guilt, a side of her was happy that this caused such a reaction out of him on the other hand she felt like she should stop this and she did.
“Where are the babes?”
Her voice was hoarse from sleep and exhaustion, she had slept for only a few hours and it was not enough to help her recover. Alicent once again went to her side and held her hand while the other went on the girls cheek to caress it as her eyes scanned for any signs of pain.
“It’s alright my dear (y/n), they are with the wet nurses, you should rest my girl go back to sleep”
“No no, I want to see my children”
She protested as she struggled to raise her chest and sit up on her bed, Alicent tended to her and fixed (y/n)s pillows for back support. It was the first time that (y/n)s eyes were met with Aegons, Aegon locked his gaze for a second before he went back to starring at the floor, embarrassed by his actions and appearance.
“Your grace could you please go and ask the wet nurses to bring my babes?”
“Of course, as you wish dearest”
Alicent left the girl and gave one last disappointing look to Aegon before she left them alone, shutting the door behind her.
As they were alone, Aegon did not know what to say, there was nothing that he could possibly phrase that would make this better, (y/n) was silent, she wanted for him to break first since he was the one in the wrong and it wasn’t just a small mistake, he broke his promise, he had done such big acts to make her believe he had change just to prove her wrong at the very end, bitterness and anger made her chest hurt.
“I’m sorry”
He whispered, only to be met with a pillow thrown at his face with force from (y/n). It did not hurt but once he raised his gaze he saw the anger that she was experiencing how her rage took over her.
“Where the fuck were you?! You fucking left me”
She barked at him, pain rushed through her due to her sudden move since her abdomen and private part hasn’t fully recovered from
Childbirth, she ignored it as fury towards her husband was her main focus.
Aegon could count the times he had seen (y/n) be cross with him in his one hand, none of them were like this. Her face had changed as her eyes threw daggers at hum, she was unrecognisable as something took over her and it sunk in how he couldn’t get away with this, she had been tipped over the edge and he was the one that pushed her.
“Please my dove”
“No! I do not wish to hear you speak! Shut up for once you fucking moron! I trusted you, I have been nothing but a good wife, a trusting companion an honourable match and this how you repay me? I have stood by you when no one else was there!”
As madness wrapped her up tightly her curse words and harsh truths being her only weapon as she could not physically attack him. Her voice louder than Aegon has ever heard it, he flinched at her outrage he did not try to protest because deep inside he knew he was the villain.
(Y/n) spoke truthfully, Aegon could blame his family all he wanted it would not change the fact that (y/n) was the one ray of sunshine in his darkness and he dimmed her light until she was also eaten up by the dark. Silent tears streamed down his eyes as she kept throwing pillows at him as a way to cause him pain, she could throw a brick at him if she craved then again it would be her words that made him crumble.
“I have put myself at the sword! I went through the seven rings of hell for you! I’ve been ridiculed by everyone at court due to your lustful sins and wrongdoings for you to be absent at our childrens birth, what if I were dead Aegon? What if our children did not make it?”
“Please don’t-“
“What? You don’t want to think about it? You would feel shame if I were to lay dead yet now that I’m alive everything is fine? I might be well Aegon but this put our marriage to rest”
The last declaration was the one that made his eyes snap away from the carpet and look at her, she could not do this? She could not leave him? No, they just had their first babes she could not deprive him of them.
Aegon, quick on his feet went on her side and fell on his knees in front of her, (y/n) had seen this before, once again Aegon would beg for mercy, whisper sweet promises and express his love to her and like a fool she would believe him.
When Aegon went to grab her hands (y/n) reacted before she could think and landed a strong slap across his face, making his head turn to the side. Aegon shocked by the slap stood still momentarily, she had never reached the point of physically assaulting him yes she had been upset but now she was ruthless, nothing could stop her.
“I tried Aegon, oh how I yearned for you to become a man of honour, a man that could be a good husband and a father, you have once again disappointed me. The servants will pack your belongings we are not to share chambers any longer”
Something in Aegon snapped, as (y/n) spoke of their new set of rules in their marriage he inspected the dagger he had left on their nightstand he had left it there when (y/n) had asked him to peel an orange for her.
With a swift motion Aegon was on his feet and had taken the dagger in his hand, cutting his arm all the way down from elbow to wrist.(y/n) gasped at the sudden cruel harm he had caused in himself, it felt like time had remained still as they eyeballed one another, Aegon still crying felt the pain although to him it was nothing that what his heart was experiencing.
“I spill my blood for you, my heart beats for you, you are my wife, my life, the fire in my soul, the breath in my lungs (y/n) you have kept me alive, without you I might as well wither away”
“Aegon”
“I will do anything you wish, I will gut myself if that will bring you comfort, my heaven, if you leave my side I will be stuck in the endless cycle of misery and hell, there is no reason for me to walk amongst the people once the light of life is not here”
His blood dripped on the carpet, Valyrian steel cut clean and Aegon was starting to understand the consequences of his actions as he started to wobble when he was fighting unconsciousness. (Y/n) had opened her mouth to say something when Aegon collapsed, at an instant (y/n) jumped off the bed forgetting her own suffering to sit by her husbands side and place his head on her thighs.
“Aegon! Aegon! No no don’t do this to me Aegon”
Alicent had heard (y/n)s cries of agony and bursted in the door with Ser Arryk thinking that something had happened to her good-daughter and to her disturbance she couldn’t have been more wrong. (Y/n)s white night gown ruined with her child’s blood as she screeched in agony, Ser Arryk being the only one that had kept his composure lifted the prince as his hand hanged from one side leaving drops of his blood as a trail all the way to the bed, (y/n) had not seen Alicent scurry away from the room, she just heard the woman yell for the maesters.
(Y/n) jumped on the bed next to her lord husband, cupping his porcelain face with her bloody hands, staining his flesh with his own blood that he had shed as a desperate declaration of love and devotion, “how peculiar” she thought, hours ago she was covered in her own blood as a minor sacrifice for life to be brought into this world, now she was smearing Aegons blood who attempted to take his own life, a life had been created and a life was being taken.
“It’s alright, it’s alright he is going to be alright”
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Just. 13. Literally any characters you want, any fandom, I just want some more CNC in my life and out there in the world.
Yeah, um, hi. Maybe not what you wanted?
13: cnc
Pac is sobbing.
Pac is sobbing.
It is a ghastly fucking sight. Fit has seen Pac crying. He's seen him cry before, for terrible, awful reasons. He saw him crying after facing off against Cellbit. And crying in the aftermath of Mike's disappearance. And crying after the children were taken away from them.
But Cellbit isn’t here, and Mike is tinkering away in the basement—the clinking of metal on metal is loud enough they can hear it two floors above him—and the kids are safe and sound.
And Pac is sobbing.
Which is good. He’s acting. It’s a game, and Pac is playing his part effortlessly. They’re playing pretend, and the pretend is that Pac doesn’t want his big, rough hands digging in the soft, slightly slimy moss around his hips, the pretend is blunt fingerpads scratching at his face and aiming for his eyes, the pretend is strong legs trying to kick him off and too-blue tears following familiar tracks down his cheeks.
“Calm down,” Fit tries to coo, but his voice breaks halfway. “It’ll hurt more if you flail about.”
It’s the wrong thing to say: Pac flails more wildly, tries to kick him square in the chest, his sobbing gets loud enough to leave Fit’s ears ringing.
“Please—” he’s wailing, “Please, please, no, I don’t want this, it isn’t you, Fitch—”
It isn’t him. It isn’t him. Right?
So why he’s bowing his head to latch his teeth around a tender patch of skin, cool and tingly, and biting, revelling in the frantic squirming of the body under his?
Pac is strong, he knows. Strong enough that, if he wanted to, he could easily push Fit away, and he doesn’t.
It’s just pretend.
But Pac is sobbing himself hoarse, hands tugging weakly at the metal fingers holding his forever bruised wrists together above their heads, as Fit’s flesh hand travels down his chest, gaunt and mottled, scrapes his nails against bare hips and soft thighs and the warm, pulsing place hidden behind a cloud of dark fur.
When Fit’s fingers make first contact with Pac’s clit, they both jerk away, like burned. Pac whimpers out an uneven plea, but Fit can’t hear him, because his head is spinning, spinning, spinning, he can feel the harsh sand slap him in the face, the blood-curdling stench of things rotting and dying of radiation sickness, and, and, and—
He’s pulling away.
“I—I can’t. Sorry, Pac, I—”
Pac’s sobbing quiets down immediately, and he looks up at Fit, eyes wavering, still full of unshed tears.
Then, “Oh, Fitch,” he says, low, and despite everything, Fit flinches at the rough edge of his voice, even as Pac is rising to wrap his arms around his shoulders, guide his face against his chest, against the hammering of his heart under his ribcage. “It’s okay, it’s okay, nenê, it’s okay,” he’s murmuring, “It’s okay. We don’t have to do anything. Thank you for telling me.”
Fit can’t bring himself to feel the burning edge of shame, curled in Pac’s arms.
“Thanks,” he mutters, and his eyes close.
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okay it’s me again i have an idea for a steven smut cuz he’s my baby but anyways
AHHHHHHH
okay so like the reader has been dating steven for a while right and like one night she comes home kinda drunk and steven has been masturbating without her on the couch and she catches him by surprise and he’s super embarrassed and flustered so then she’s like “degrading” him like calling him her little slut OMGFBGDBDBD I CANT and she blows him and they eventually fuck and she edges steven until he’s a moaning mess like begging and stuff
anyways AHAAJJAJAHAH IM SORRY IF THIS DOESNT MAKE SENSE I JUST NEED HIM SO BAD
why do the walking in on ur partner masturbating tropes always get me…. like… i always feel some type of way istg. anyway.
you would be coming home from hanging out with friends to ur apartment that you now share with steven… you’re kinda tipsy, the kind of tipsy that makes you more bold than you would usually be. you fumble with your keys until you find the right one and miss the lock once before you get it in and turn the key. the sight you’re greeted with is one of the hottest things you’ve ever seen.
steven is spread out across your couch, one leg hanging off the side and the other pulled up, sweats and underwear down and hanging off one ankle. he’s got his dick in his hand, pumping it slowly, letting out the prettiest noises that you’ve had the pleasure of hearing. he looks so beautiful all spread out like that. his cock is already covered in his precum, and you suspect he’s been touching himself for a while now. you close the door rather loudly, making him aware of your arrival as he jumps up and attempts to cover himself (for reasons you can’t think of), but you take his hands in yours as you slide into his lap instead.
“what were you doing. honey? touching yourself without me? was my boy not able to wait for me?” steven whines and squirms, nudging his dick against your inner thigh. you remove your hand from his to give a light slap to his hip. “enough of that, baby. since you wanna be impatient, you’re not gonna make yourself cum tonight until i say, yeah? maybe you’ll learn your lesson..”
you get off steven to slide your jeans and underwear down your legs and into a pile on the floor before straddling him once again. you lean over him on one hand and bring your fingers to your cunt, rubbing them in your slick before pushing one finger in, eyes rolling back at the penetration but needing more, inserting another finger in. you fuck yourself with your fingers just like that, leaning over steven, making him watch and wait, still hard and aching against his stomach. you decide you’ve had enough waiting yourself, removing your fingers and taking steven’s cock in your hand to line him up.
“you’re gonna be good, right?” steven nods enthusiastically. “atta boy.”
you sink down onto him slowly, eyes rolling back at the fullness as steven lets out a wail at the feeling of you around him. you bounce on him, changing the pace every few minutes to stave off steven’s orgasm. suddenly, you start rolling your hips as fast as you can muster, making steven throw his head back and howl.
“gonna cum…” steven mutters through heavy breaths.
“steven, no.”
“please.. i cant.! i can’t hold it.” steven squirms, abs tightening, legs shaking. tears well up in his eyes.
“you can, you will.” taking mercy on him, you stop your movements all together, making steven whine as tears spill over, full on sobbing at the feeling of too much and not enough at the same time. bringing your hand up to his face you wipe his tears as they fall, hips gyrating in little circles to slowly speed up again. you bring him to the edge just like that over and over again, until steven can only lay there and sob and take it, having given up on getting his release.
you slow one last time, understanding he’s had enough. you kiss his cheek, and then over his closed eyelids, coaxing him to open them so you can look at him properly. more tears fall when he opens his eyes. “you did so good for me baby, you wanna cum now?”
“please..” is all steven gets out before he lets out another sob as you start to move again. not going as fast as you had before. instead a hard, slow pace that had your brains turning to mush. you take steven’s hands in yours, encouraging him now. “come on honey, i can feel you. you’re almost there. come on. cum for me. that’s it…”
you drop yourself down on steven one more time and then the boy flat out wails as he cums. his hips stutter up into you and then you’re cumming too, stimulation on your clit from grinding against his pubic bone on the downstrokes getting you there. you both roll your hips into each other through the aftershocks, and you come to lay down on top of him still hand in hand.
“i didn’t go too hard, right?”
“‘was perfect.. thank you.”
“i’m gonna go get a towel to clean us up, okay?”
steven is already asleep.
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I loved the latest installment of Leda verse!!
If you're still taking prompts, could we see some izzy-centric hurt/comfort? Or something related to ed realising about the skylights?
Also I love Alma and Erika Rover so much aaaah <33
(I'm so glad you're enjoying it! I am still taking prompts though I'm answering fewer of them, which is probably obvious. I do plan on doing a good run of them after Alma's story concludes. I had @queenbookwench listed as having asked about Jonah's funeral, but I can't find the comment now so if I'm wrong I apologize. I don't think I ever wrote it out, though I had a dim memory of answering some ask about Izzy sending a car for candy. So this is all about Jonah's funeral, the aftermath and the way Izzy mourns people with some bonus Lucius).
Izzy stood towards the back of the crowd, out of his parents’ eyeline. Aaron and his new wife were standing right next to the grave, both with solemn looks. Izzy was reasonably sure Fiona had never even met Jonah, but sure, get your fucking pity points in. Delly was standing next to their mother, arms crossed over her chest, face set into neutral disinterest which at least felt more honest.
Candy stood beside him, her tears falling fast and furious, though she made little noise. Her long fingernails had been painted a glossy black that caught the light every time she reached up to dab at her face with a wad of tissue.
“Thank you,” she’d whispered, voice raw from tears just before the preacher started ranting about fire and brimstone.
“You should be here,” was all he’d said in return. It hadn’t been much to send a car for her.
He almost hadn’t done it.
It had been decided in the moment he’d walked into Eddy’s office and said,
“I need a few days.”
“What for?”
She was behind the desk he still sometimes thought of as Hornigold’s. Her hair was hanging in her face, beard was already growing thick. Sometimes he missed being able to read her expression in the quirk of his lips, but it was a small price to pay for the intimidating figure that wowed clients and scared all the right people.
“My brother died.”
Her pen paused, “The one you liked?”
Had he liked Jonah? The man had been volatile and difficult, but he’d also laughed more than the rest of them put together. He’d loved Izzy in his own rough way, and protected him for a while. More than a lot of other people had done.
“Yeah,” he said and the word almost stuck in his throat. He coughed to dislodge it.
“Fine,” their attention dropped back to their notes. “When will you be back?”
“Friday.”
They nodded and he backed out of the room. He put his wallet in his pocket and locked the door to his office. It was bizarre to leave in the middle of the day with no intention of coming back tomorrow. It made him a little queasy.
The last funeral he’d gone to was his father’s mother’s. They’d only met her a few times and Da had insisted on dragging them all across the state for it even though he had, by all reports, loathed her. Izzy had been thirteen and mostly what he remembered was the boredom and then being in his aunt’s stuffy house. Jonah had found a weird room stuffed full of boxes and dragged Izzy in there. He’d taught him how to play poker in the shadow of QVC purchases.
The next time someone close to Izzy died, Jonah hadn’t been home in years. He hadn’t been told about the funeral.
The thought lodged in him like a thorn. He called the car and set it up for Candy, left a stilted message on her voicemail. There was no way Da or Ma would’ve called her and they’d only gotten the body by default.
Izzy stood at the back of the crowd now with his dead brother’s crying girlfriend. What would he have done if he’d been allowed to go to Faith’s funeral anyway? Just stood there like this. Useless and silent.
When the coffin went into the ground, Candy cried harder, but her sobs were drowned out by Ma’s, who had begun to wail. It was a wounded animal sound, inhumane in its sorrow. Delly reached out, touching her elbow, but was roundly shaken off. Da said something sharp to her, but for once Ma didn’t just subside. She cried as if thirty years of tears had been saved for this moment. Everyone shifted away from her, leaving a fall out circle of grief.
People dispersed after that, as Aaron came by he took in Izzy and Candy,
“You and your girlfriend should come by the apartment, show your respect.”
The apartment meant the place they’d grown up. Those sterile walls, repainted an even brighter white now that none of them lived at home to leave behind fingerprints and pain.
Izzy said nothing. Aaron’s lip curled and he marched away.
“You didn’t correct him,” Candy’s voice was broken by tears.
“He doesn’t matter enough,” Izzy shrugged.
“Do you like ham?” She asked, blotting fruitlessly at her running mascara.
“Yeah,” he frowned. “Why?”
Her apartment smelled better than his parents' place at least, some kind of scented candle burning away, and instead of terrible memories, it was just a crowded one bedroom. There was a workman’s jacket tossed over the back of the couch. Like Jonah had just come home and was in the bathroom or something.
They ate the ham that she’d made for some dinner that would never happen. There was steamed vegetables on the side and brown rice. All safe enough, so he ate it, even as she picked through her own plate.
“Do you want anything?” she asked when they’d both done the best they could to pretend to have an appetite.
“Hm?” he finished off the beer she poured for him. He wasn’t really in the mood for a drink, but it had been the last glass bottle in the fridge. A single soldier left on the field.
“Of his. I’m not ready to go through it. I don’t-” she started then stopped. “Will your family want his things?”
“Don’t know. Don’t care. They don’t deserve any of it. You keep it.”
“What about you?”
He wanted to say that he didn’t give a shit. Having something of Jonah’s wouldn’t do him any good. But he had a ring pressed to his ribs that said it mattered a little, so he got to his feet and let her show him the clothes, the few photos, the bits and pieces of things left behind. In the end, he took some unopened razors (of course the same brand he used, not like Da had bothered to teach him to shave. It had been Jonah, who barely knew what he was doing himself and Izzy with only three chin hairs to his name), a knit black sweater that reeked of menthols, and the smaller of the two toolboxes shoved under the bed.
“See you around,” Candy said as he went to the door.
“Bye,” he mumbled. He wouldn’t see her around. He’d never see her again and he was fine with that.
The sweater he gave to Ma when he finally arrived at the apartment. She held onto it for hours as people continued to parade through the place to mouth their apologies at them all.
The razors he used without sentiment, scraping away at his cheeks to maintain his goatee’s immaculate edges. Da and Aaron always stayed clean shaven. Jonah had always liked some stubble, grew a beard in during the cold months, scrapped it away in spring.
The tools came in handy more than once. He stored them under his bed too.
“The knob just came off in my hands,” Luicus came out of the bathroom sheepishly one morning, a year and a half into things.
“Which one?” Izzy sighed and pushed himself up and off the couch.
“The towel closet thing. I swear I didn’t rip it off.”
“Like to see you try,” Izzy snorted and held out his hand. Lucius dropped the little knob into it.
“Mean,” Lucius judged, but he was smiling, so not offended.
“The screw gets loose,” Izzy shrugged. “I can fix it. There’s a toolbox under my bed, can you get Phillip's head out of it?”
“Why do you have a head in your toolbox?” Lucius asked with a frown.
“The screwdriver, pup. I know you know this.”
“I absolutely and categorically do not.”
“Guess you get to learn this morning.”
“...yeah fine.”
Izzy pulled out the toolbox and showed Lucius the difference between the screwdrivers. Judging by his expression, it was going to get stored the same place the rules to poker did: firmly in the garbage bin of his mind.
“What’s with this?” Lucius tapped the metal plate mounted on the side of the box. “J.H.? Was this your brother’s?”
“Probably made it in shop class. He was good with that shit. Worked with HVAC systems.”
“You know, the way you talked about him, I assumed he did something like what you did,” Lucius admitted. They were both sitting on the bedroom floor, Sweeney sniffing around them, clearly bemused by this decision.
“He had a legit job,” Izzy held his fingers out for Sweeney to butt his head against. “But he always had a side hustle. Mostly just shaking people down that owed this loan shark he knew. Small time shit.”
“Do you miss him?”
Izzy scratched Sweeney’s cheek. “Yeah. Guess so.”
“Wish I could’ve met him.”
“You would’ve hated him,” Izzy snorted. “He was a fucking asshole.”
“I like you,” Lucius pointed out with a half-smile.
“It was different,” Izzy frowned, but as Sweeney butted him one more time, then flounced off to check his food dish, he let himself actually think about it. What would Jonah have made of Lucius, who had never consensually touched a screwdriver, but treated Izzy like he was precious?
He thought about Candy’s long black nails, the ham she had cooked for a man who was never coming home and fed to his brother.
“Deep thought?” Luicus poked him in the knee.
“If he could get past the whole gay thing....I dunno,” he conceded. “Maybe he would’ve liked you a little. Maybe you wouldn’t have hated him. Might’ve been awkward though.”
“I like Delly,” Lucius reminded him.
“Huh, you know he was more like Delly than anyone else,” Izzy realized. “I wonder how much she remembers about him.”
“Now that you guys are talking, maybe you could add a photo to your display,” Lucius suggested. “There’s got to be one with all of you.”
It wasn’t something Izzy asked for right away, but eventually, he and Delly had mended a bridge enough to pour over the photos that she'd gotten when Ma died. There was a shot of all of them, some holiday long gone. Most of the pictures had all four of them posed uncomfortably, but there was one of just Izzy and Jonah, stiff in their Sunday clothes. Izzy looked about eleven in it, Jonah already significantly taller and broader. They were both looking at the camera with dark glares, no smiles to be found. But Jonah’s arm was around his shoulders, holding him close. Almost hiding him from the camera.
“It’s very you,” Lucius had deemed.
Izzy set it on the shelf next to the drawing of Faith. The shelves were getting full, laden down with memory.
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Kejax asks!
3. What was their first impression of each other?
4. Who initiates affection? Why does the other not initiate affection as much?
14. Do they enjoy PDA, or are they more private with affection?
41. What would they do if they lost the other?
48. Do they talk about their future together? Why or why not?
RARARARARARA I LOVE THESE TWO
Questions are from this post
3. What was their first impression of each other?
I think Ajax was a little wary at first, mostly necause Keegan is... Keegan. Not very social, a little bit of a resting bitch face, probably, doesn't talk much and keeps his distance. Though I think eventually he's like "actually, I'm gonna try and talk to him, he seems kinda lonely." and then he sees Keegan for who he actually is; just someone that's not all that talkative, and maybe a little shy.
I think Keegan was overwhelmed by Ajax at first. Because the dude is just so... welcoming and accepting. Like this guy approaches him, and he's just.. treating him with so much kindness, so much love right off the bat. And he makes everything look so easy. He's honest and optimistic, and just someone who's good at giving others a boost when they need it.
4. Who initiates affection? Why does the other not initiate affection as much?
I think, at least at first, Ajax would be the one to initiate affection more. I see him as a friendly, sociable guy who doesn't mind casual affection, even with friends. And he's probably better at being clear and upfront about his feelings and what he wants. I think Keegan craves the affection (touch starved go brrr) but he's a little more on the awkward side and isn't as good at voicing what he wants. There's probably been a couple misunderstandings because of it, but they're able to sort them out eventually.
14. Do they enjoy PDA, or are they more private with affection
More on the private side, I'd think. Not that they're totally against PDA, they just prefer having their moments to themselves, being able to let their guards down and just. Actually spend some time being in love, y'know?
41. What would they do if they lost the other?
You little bastard istfg.
We already see what happens when Keegan loses Ajax. He's merciless in the journey to find him, and when they lose him, he's somber, but still focused. Ajax was clearly very dear to him, and I feel like he put all of that anger into the missions. He wasn't as outwardly aggressive going forward, but I definitely think his driving force, outside of just surviving, was "this is for Ajax."
If Ajax was to lose Keegan... I think we'd see much of the same thing, though Ajax would wear a little more of his heart on his sleeve. He probably wouldn't be forgiving to any Federation Soldier, and he'd definitely jump at the chance to rough up Rorke, if it was to be a sort of roleswap. (Also in that case, I think Ajax would still be warm to Logan and Hesh, but there's an air of bitterness around him, and Keegan would clearly be a sensitive topic for him.)
I think they become part of each other's reason to fight, outside of them just being very stubborn and defiant. They're careful because they want to return to the other in one piece. So when one of them doesn't return, it adds a whole tonne of fuel to the already raging fire. It's the last straw for them both.
48. Do they talk about their future together? Why or why not?
MOTHERFUCKER ARE YOU TRYING TO KILL ME???
CRYING, SOBBING, WAILING,
I think they always talk about it. They see themselves as a package deal, where you can find one, you'll probably find the other. Not that they're not independant, they just enjoy being together. They got through Sand Viper together, and they always made it their goal to retire together. They probably had entire plans built up over the years, even if some were just jokes. And now Keegan is left to travel a road paved for two, all by himself.
Apart from in my world because FUCK CANON Ajax is alive and well and not dead!!!! :))))
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And now the most difficult one. Anastasia wouldn't take things personally. Watkyn. Was Watkyn.
But Honoria was the one who would take it personally.
And she'd turned out to be useful, in her own way, unlike Watkyn. Not irreplacable, but useful. And this could well… it was a concern.
She floated in, curtsied, and drawing the dress around her, seated herself in the chair. "You called for me?"
"Yes." he replied briefly, and mimicked a sigh. "Honoria, I know Watkyn has been. A wandering husband."
She sniffed. There was a single tear running down her cheek. That was an impressive level of augmentation. "Yes." She leaned in, sniffling a few times.
"And in the process." he removed and passed over a kercheif, "he has fathered children out of wedlock."
She picked up the kercheif and made a sobbing noise into it, more tears now. "I know."
She'd had 28 of her husband's mistresses killed, dissappeared, or jailed. Of course she knew.
"I try, so hard." she wailed, "To remind myself that such things can happen and to try and find out why." tears dripped down her face and onto her chest.
"I'm sure." he replied. "But it provides, in a fashion, a resource."
The sniffling stopped abruptly. "What."
He wrung his gloved hands together. "They are an emergency source of heirs should a disaster happen."
Honoria's face contorted, eyes flashed, teeth snarled. Then she settled on a grimace. "You can't be serious."
"I have no children, and limited ability to bear them." she cocked her head at that. "You have no children." Her lip twitched. "Anastasia…"
Honoria snorted. "So due to your failings you're going to make me deal with a parade of walking, living, breathing." the hand with a kercheif balled into a fist. "Insults and remainders of his transgressions."
"No."
"What do you mean no? Are you going to arrange a divorce, cast me out into the void? Freeze me again?" Drukhari would have paid for the venom in her voice.
"No. I am not going to force you to divorce Watkyn. I'm not going to freeze you, unless you give me a good reason." he tapped his fingers on the desk.
"Oh thank you so much Amadeus truely you are so kind." she spat back.
"In fact I'd greatly prefer it if you never interacted with the bastards in anyway." her eyes narrowed.
"Then why. In the Emperor's Holy Name, did you tell me." she glared.
"Consider it an. Incentive if you will. That if you produce a child of your own that looks like either you or your husband, preferably both of course, that would be enough. And of course the… wild oats are dead last in the line of inheritence."
Would that be enough.
"Huh." she studied her hands. "And if you should sire a child?"
"There's only a few chances at that left, even if I remained unmarried."
Honoria raised an eyebrow. "I see." she was still sneering. "What a wonderful situation we all find ourselves in."
"I'll admit it's not ideal."
"It's your fault." she shot back. "Your… fucking fault. Literally."
That stung. "Yes it is. Most things are."
She flung the kercheif back at him. "I'm not going to forget this Amadeus. You'd better fucking." she grinned. "Make it up to me."
"I'm sure you'll think of something you want."
"Oh I will." that smile would have made him shudder if he'd still been flesh and blood. "You might even get a kick out of it."
"Indeed."
She stood up, curtsied again, still with a wintery smile, and walked out, heels slamming into the floor.
After a moment, he poured himself a glass of raenka, and drained it.
"Well that could have gone worse I suppose."
#Honoria#drabble#advancing the story i guess#and then nothing bad happened#I wonder what she could want#effort post#the divorce
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Things to be emotional about in chapter 27!
-Dream going “ooooo he wants to find a bedroom. Okay. Not that I WANT that or anything but that’s fine.” is very funny.
-Dream absolutely not knowing why he was here except for being shared. WAIL and also hmmmmm what a fun idea let’s share Dream.
-Dream wants to trust him! :sob:
-just very pleased with sneeg content, he’s so excellent. he should get laid or something.
-constantly wailing about phil with little downy wings
-something about phil patiently waiting for Dream to get his thoughts together and not pushing him. He’s worth waiting for.
“There hasn’t been anyone else”
-WAILING aobut this one too.
“I want to be careful *with you*”.
-HE DESERVES IT
-the way my stomach dropped with Wilbur kneeling. Mine and Techno’s, apperantly.
“Dream always said it was smarter to go limp”
-and both all mixed up about this for wilbur and how dream couldn’t do that.
-I know it wasn’t the same and I still flinched at Wilbur calling Techno “sir” in bed. Or in general, but that setting isn’t great.
-Getting techno traumatic backstory? Oh he cares SO MUCH.
-the meanest thing you could do to a dream, telling him he’s not allowed to be a prick.
-Dream is NOT disappointed that Phil lets him up when they’re sparring, he’s NOT. Don’t say that. Shuttup.
-Dream is SO sulky about cheating. He is just wanting to win for normal competative reasons, shuttup.
“"Do you want me to fuck you, Dream?"
"You said you would," Dream says indignantly.”
-this is *hilarious*
“Dream doesn't bite, and he definitely doesn't preen at Phil's small hum of approval.”
-how to train your Cat with Treats
-Dream SO obviously has Baggage around oral sex. I mean, as makes sense. That’s not gonna come up later or anything.
-Someone ELSE wants to be Phil’s Good Boy I see.
-someone wants to be Phil’s Handsome Boy I see.
“Dream does his best to pretend he isn't leaning into the touch.”
-everyone is fooled, boyo
-they are all kissing they are all Fond Of Each Other nothing bad can happen now!
Dream doesn't like want to get fucked by Techno, but it's fine if it happens. That's chill.
Sneeg content is actually going to be on the rise in the next few chapters, which is very funny to me.
(Imagine how guilty Dream feels about telling Wilbur to never fight back because it's more dangerous. He gets to fight, because he doesn't care if he gets hurt, but Wilbur can't.)
Techno backstory!
Dream is so incredibly sulky he just wants to get fucked this is so unfair.
a;ljfdlj does he have baggage though??? Like, he definitely has some baggage around sex itself, but I'm not sure that he has specific baggage around oral sex. Like when it comes to that part, he's got more baggage around "person in power telling me what to do" than anything else.
Anyways absolutely nothing bad can happen now, you're right!
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You’re Just Another Picture to Burn || Clyde & Wendy || 10.03.22
Wendy knew it probably wasn’t her best idea to get wasted with Clyde. She knew she’d likely cry her eyes out, wail into the night, and talk way too much shit. She’d get too drunk, probably throw up a time or two, and pass out on Clyde’s bedroom floor. Wendy also knew, however, that at this moment she couldn’t give a single fuck. Her heart had been ripped into pieces by her longest friend and her long term boyfriend, leaving her with the perpetual feeling of a hole in her chest. Her own best friend had come onto the love of her life at a party and he gave in, committing the ultimate betrayal.
It made Wendy want to throw up again.
When it was finally confirmed by Stan himself she had to practically sprint to her bathroom to lose her dinner. She sobbed for what felt like hours, screaming into her pillow. What had she done to deserve this? She wanted nothing more than to call Bebe and ask her to come comfort her, though she knew that Bebe was the main reason why this was happening. She was pregnant with his child, after all.
So, when Clyde invited her to the burning of his sheets, Wendy all but jumped at the opportunity to drown her sorrows. As sad as she may be, she was also full of anger. She seethed over the betrayal, cursing their names under her breath, already thinking of ways to get under their skin. They needed to pay for the humiliation they’d caused her. She didn’t have a clue of what to do yet, though. Maybe she’d ask Clyde for ideas.
Maybe he’d even want to help.
Wendy took her time getting ready, slipping on a dark green sweater and black jeans. She carefully applied mascara and eyeliner, choosing to forego foundation. She knew she’d cry again tonight, but for some reason the black streaks that would make their way down her cheeks were evidence that her pain was real. She stepped back to admire her outfit in the mirror as she ran a brush through her dark hair. Given the circumstances, she looked at least somewhat put together. It took Wendy a little bit longer than it should have to pick out a pair of shoes to wear as she dug somewhat frantically through the literal mountain of shoes on her closet floor. After what felt like forever, she found and decided upon her once-white air force 1’s.
She did a once over in the mirror again, and when she felt confident enough in her outfit, Wendy grabbed her keys, purse, and a handful of photos and slipped out of her bedroom. “I’m going to spend the night at Nichole’s!” She called out into the air as she descended the stairs, footsteps echoing loudly against the hardwood floors. “I’ll be back early tomorrow to get ready for school!” Wendy didn’t wait for an answer, slamming the front door behind her. She stood on her porch and tilted her head up to the sky to take a deep inhale of the cool night air, but only allowed herself a moment of silence before moving forward to unlock her car and slide into the driver’s seat. She pressed the ignition and turned the radio up loud, hoping the drown out her thoughts with the sound of whatever repetitive pop song was in the top 5 countdown.
The drive to Clyde’s was a short one, thankfully. She parked on the street where she’d just parked a couple days prior to pull him out of his front yard’s fence. She chuckled to herself as she got out of her car. Her life was so different then. How strange it is, she thought to herself, that things can change so quickly.
Wendy checked her phone just to make sure that she read Clyde’s message right, to just come in since he’d be outside. She walked up the sidewalk and onto his porch, turning the knob after only a moment’s hesitation. She knew this wasn’t a good idea, but she also knew she needed this.
Clyde’s house was dimly lit, the only light switched on being the one in the kitchen. It cast a warm glow across the nearby furniture, she noticed as she passed the living room towards the back door. She’d never been inside Clyde’s house before, Wendy realized as she glanced at the family photos on the wall with an innocent curiosity. It was a nice house, though it lacked in warmth. When Wendy reached the back door, she pulled it open slowly, stepping back out into the night air and pulling it shut behind her. There, she saw Clyde standing next to a fire pit full of burning fabric.
“I hope I’m not too late for the party.” She tried to joke with a shrug, but it came out kind of flat. Wendy cleared her throat in embarrassment and tried again. She stepped into the grass to stand shoulder to shoulder with Clyde, eyes captivated by the dancing flames. Well, as shoulder to shoulder as the two could get. “I was told there was booze, where’s my glass Mr. Bartender?”
@cludeswoleovan
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Crying rivers, oceans and lakes this week! Second anniversary blog x
I grieve my sole mate on the week of his passing on his second years anniversary therefore I cry. Tears are the outward expression of a feeling too primal to fully express any other way. I find shouting doesn’t help plus I live with lodgers who probably would respond and at these sad times the world can just fuck off. Crying is so integral to mourning, some cultures encourage rivers of tears. However I observe people praising the grieving for being stoic ( let me tell you it’s an act). I often apologise for my tears and vulnerability in general, as it clearly makes other people uncomfortable, so i generally try to suppress my crying in public often thinking if I started crying I would never stop.
This anniversary is bringing my tears again often hourly and the enormity of my grief is terrifying. Back in 2021 I didn’t deny Daryl’s death but was so terrified of the grief, my consciousness refused to allow it in . I did everything I could to distract myself. I thought when I stood still I would allow myself to acknowledge it and I would die myself from all the pain. So my mantra has been for nearly 2 years stay busy. It certainly helped, and I got very, very busy. I started cleaning work. I travelled and went out and drunk way too much . At times I became so exhausted trying to outrun the grief. I learnt to suppress my feelings in public letting my guard down only occasionally. This week my tears are coming with a vengeance. I can not regulate it and yesterday in the supermarket looking at the fish counter ( occasionally I brought Daryl organic meat or fish to supplement our mainly veggie diet to make him smile). The grief tears are not cute or trickling tears. They start as an anxiety in my chest and come out as massive sobs or wailing. Its intense, loud, painful and primal and each time I’m home I am calmed by an anxious Smithy handing me a toy or a paw for comfort ( it melts my tears he is truly amazing friend).
As I near the anniversary on Friday I am releasing necessary endorphins. As a social worker I learnt repression of tears or repressive coping is bad for us in various ways, including cardiovascular health. I believe that crying promotes attachment, empathy and can bond people. I have had nights out with friends in crisis embarrassed about their own tears but actually it does strengthen the bond. You actually honor people that you can trust to show pain and allow them to offer comfort.
I have for the past week got stuck in my thoughts and I’m constantly reliving the last weeks of Daryl’s life. It was horrific and I am grieving us, him, what he’s lost, my old life and my old perspective. I miss him terribly. He was my best friend. The tears come and I will cope. I know this rawness will pass and I will remember our happy times together. At the moment I cry in the morning when i wake up. I cry in the pub when I no longer need to buy a pint of ale. I cry at songs on the radio. I cry in the swimming pool ( Often, for some reason.) The list goes on and on and it just happens as it will. Before these last few weeks I cried not as often and usually not as violently. Certain thoughts invariably always trigger tears, so I keep those at bay as much as possible; no need to pick at our wounds. But right now I’m keeping paper tissue companies a float and I’m so tired.
I hope after the anniversary good thoughts and memories will return and crying doesn’t control me. I am not saying I don’t want to cry as I want the release but just not 24/7. I love Daryl and miss him so my tears will never dry up completely. I don’t want them to. Not completely as they connect us. These days I think of them as our love expressed in a liquid form watering our soles and reuniting us as one ❤️
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