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dontyoufeelitangel · 28 days

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This love is difficult, but it’s real

Loving Adam was,,,, something.

Being Adam’s partner was something not many got to call themselves.

Up until recently Adam would hang around. Jumping from groupie to groupie. The ending of his two previous relationships led him to be like that.

It’s only been a couple years in which he’s cut all of his relationships with his groupies off.

In all honesty you didn’t mind the groupies, you understood the position he was in. How can you be a major rock star with two ex wives and NOT sleep around.

So him and his groupie gals had nothing to do with the hiccups in your relationship with him.

But as stated, he’s cut all ties with his old groupies. Sure, he still parties and drinks a lot, but it melts your heart to know he’s made room for you.

The two of you truly loved eachother. It was clear to see.

The head seraphim noticed it,

Winners noticed it,

And even lute caught on.

Not that he minded though, he’d be proud to show you off.

Because to him you were glorious, stunning extravagant, he’d even say your the most angelic there is in heaven.

Which is his fancy way of saying your his favorite

His favorite out of his two previous wives and gosh, he wouldn’t even begin to compare you to his groupies.

He liked you not only for your appearance but for your personality.

No really, he does!

A lot of the time men will say they like someone for their appearance just to get another ticket to bang town, but Adam, oh Adam really loves your personality.

You’re a party gal

You can stay up for hours on end, dance until the club closes and still have energy.

Your insane love for going to parties and his insane love for starting parties is what had you two drawn together.

But under all the dancing, and singing, and drinking, there was one thing you had that Adam didn’t.

An off switch.

You could party for three days straight then come home and be a perfect little wife for Adam.

Only Adam couldn’t stop.

Even when it came to important things he couldn’t seem to think straight.

He doesn’t really care about human souls despite the fact he nearly created them all,

It’s almost like he forgets he was once human too.

You can sympathize with all human souls, and maybe that’s what he liked about you.

Your compassion and kindness,

Yet,

He couldn’t even begin to form a single kind thought for any sinners down below.

This normally doesn’t get in between the two of you.

There’s just one special day, every year, in which many human souls are at hand, and Adam doesn’t even think to spare a thought.

The exterminations.

You hated them, you hated how your husband would go down and slaughter human souls.

He seemed to love it though.

Because of that, problems in your relationship started to bubble up.

“All im saying is that you don’t have to harm that many! Just cut your exorcist team in half then go down. That’s not so bad is it? Just half an exorcist team?” You pleaded with him.

There was an understanding that you couldn’t not make him go. No matter how much he loved you, he loved killing more.

You were pleading with him, whatever you could to help at least one sinner.

“Umm fuck no! I spend aaaalllll year training those bitches! I’m not just gonna make them sit out! That’s totally unfair to them.” Adam crossed his arms while arguing with you.

The two of you were in the kitchen, it was early. You brought up the topic of the exterminations after breakfast hoping he would be slightly relaxed.

The two of you were now standing in the kitchen, he leaned against the sink and you were sitting on the island in the kitchen.

“Well… maybe only let them use hand to hand combat, no weapons, that’s to harsh honey” you offered him another idea. You didn’t want to sound to desperate but even Adam knew you were on your last leg.

“Do you know how much angelic steel costs to produce babe? Plus, I let the girls get custom made weapons,” he started

He shifted his body to face you,

“I don’t see why you care that much, look at you! You’re living the fuckin’ life right now! Lounging around mansions, partying every night AND your with me. I don’t know why you pretend to care about sinners, it’s not like you’ll ever meet them!” Adam threw his arms up. This whole conversation seemed to be a joke to him.

The more he played around the more you got frustrated. He was making you feel like your ideas aren’t worthy and you won’t stand for it.

“Why aren’t you listening?!” You shouted, although it sounded like a strangled whine.

“Killing is wrong! No matter sinner or human. It’s wrong Adam. It’s hard for me to watch you go down this path.” You looked at him. Worry was apparent on your face, you just hoped Adam would notice how serious you were about this.

“ “watch me go down this path!” “ Adam said in a girly voice while holding up air quotes. Obviously mocking you.

“Like your one to talk about the right path. When I met you, you were just some girl who was all alone so all she could do was party in hopes of making friends.” The look he was giving you practically stabbed your heart. Maybe you pushed to hard on the topic of the sinners, regardless, there was no reason for him to talk to you like this.

Your mouth fell open and your eyes as well. You couldn’t even find words.

“I have a reputation to uphold ya’ know? Oh right! I guess you wouldn’t know. You’re just a winner babe, I couldn’t expect you to understand such commands from the divine.” He finished. There was a long pause after he spoke. Maybe he was thinking about what he had just said, or maybe he was waiting for you to say something.

Your mouth was now closed and your eyes now teary.

“Fuck you Adam, really, fuck right off” you said pushing yourself away from the island.

Voice wobbly and laced with anger. Like you had cried and shouted at the same time.

Adam just kinda stood there, he said what he said and he wasn’t going to deny that, but maybe it came out I tad bit more mean than he intended.

You grabbed your stuff and quickly walked to the porch.

You had to wiggle around the couches and the pillows to get to the porch.

Adam scrambled to follow you, still not a peep has come from his mouth.

You opened the doors to the porch and golden light dripped into the house. If you two weren’t fighting it would have been a lovely sight.

You walked out on to the porch itself, it was a third story porch so it was quite high.

Adam didn’t follow you out though,

Rather he watched from the doorway of the porch.

His brows were laced with worry despite just blowing up at you seconds ago.

You hop onto the railings of the porch and steady yourself on them before turning around to look at him.

“God forbid I try to save a life, even if it’s the life of a sinner” you spat. Words like venom. The tears you previously shed were still there but now they were burning with anger.

“You’d think the first man would care for mankind, what a first man you are, maybe Lilith and Eve were right for leaving you” you said.

What you said was mean, yes, but so was what he said. It was unfortunate how both you and Adam would be left on a sour note.

Adam just looked at you, face void of any emotion. A thousand thoughts going through his head.

With a gust of wind you used your wings to push yourself up and off the railings. You flew away from him and your shared house.

You didn’t know where you were flying to, all you knew is that you couldn’t be around him.

You loved him so much, and he loved you just as much.

But like every relationship, this one too has its ups and downs.

It really was a shame though, that this happens every year.

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mxqdii · 3 months

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WHERE IS PART THREE

IM LITTERALY DYING TI READ WHAT HAPPENS NEXTTTTTTY

also I have a request

so reader is dating Sam or Colby (you pick❤️). Reader is alone at a haunted location with just Sam or just Colby (does this make sense?) say it was Sam, they are just the two of them and say there were trespassers and they were threatening the two and reader has a panic attack and Sam defend them (Sam or Colby) and calm reader down on the way home.

is that doable?

when part three comes can you tag my other acc

@anythingsamandcolby

take my breath away - c.b

pairings: colby brock x reader

summary: a day with the boys doesn't go as expected

warning(s): panic attacks, mention of ghosts (??) idk.

a/n: so i see u said just the two of them, but i only realized after i finished writing it... i'm sorry! i hope this is still okay 😭

not proofread

"are you guys sure this is a good idea?" i say as me, sam and colby enter the gate

"too late now! unlocking that gate took forever" sam says, walking ahead

"we're all gonna die" i mumble sarcastically, scoffing at the boys skipping together joyfully

we decided not to vlog this one, since, well..

we're trespassing.

it's okay though! atleast that's what the boys told me (and what i'm telling myself)

"hey, you okay?" colby, my boyfriend, asks.

"yeah i'm fine, just worried about being shot by a police officer" i say, giving him a look

"calm down, we'll be fine!" he speaks over confidently

"whatever you say" i groan

"woah! guys this place is so cool, let's use the spirit box here" sam yells from ahead, taking off his backpack and grabbing the box

we all listen, hearing a few random meaningless words, until...

my phone starts buzzing, which makes us all jump

"sorry, my alarm- it's midnight if anyone cares" i say, signaling for us to get out of here

"leave" the spirit box says

"yes please- wait was that the box?" i mumble

"trespassing" the box says

"run"

"guys i don't like this.." i mumble, reaching over to grab colby, looking over realizing he's nowhere to be found

"g-guys?" i say, realizing i've been left alone with only the spirit box

"guys this isn't funny. you got me okay? i'm scared." i yell into the distance, hoping to be met with colby's voice or sams laughter

but i don't hear that, instead something worse

the bushes besides me start rustling, and i feel tears brim my eyes

"h-hello?" i almost whisper

this is too much. i wanna go home.

my legs start moving before i can think and i run back to the car, hoping to find sam and colby there, but no.

i realize, i don't have the keys, leaving me in the dark parking lot surrounded by woods, alone.

okay, it's fine, i'm fine, i'll call them.

NO SERVICE

this is when i start freaking out, because what am i supposed to do now??

the only thing i can think to do, cry.

i let myself lean against the locked car door, eventually curling into a ball on the floor

i'm currently a sobbing mess at midnight, alone and cold.

the more i'm sat here with my thoughts, the harder it gets to breathe, causing me to panic.

i try to calm my breathing but can't, colby always helped me with panic attacks, i need colby.

i don't know how much time passed, but eventually, i felt hands on my shoulders and looked up to see colby

thank god.

"colby-" i try to say more but the words get caught in my throat

"shh, baby it's okay. breathe for me okay?" he says

he sits down to my level, pulling me into his lap

"i'm so sorry. we thought it'd be funny to hide but we got lost, i'm so sorry baby that wasn't funny, i know." he hushes my cries, helping me with my breathing along the way

his hands stroking my hair and his smooth rhythm of breaths calm me down,.

(even though his heart is racing)

i snap out of my panic, looking up at him.

i shove my fist into his chest, not hard enough to hurt bad

(as if you could)

"ow!" he says, almost out of instict

"never do that again" i huff

"never again." he repeats back to me, kissing my forehead.

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shawtuzi · 1 year

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hello loves im back i’ve had the worst writers block ever so here’s a draft i’ve been working on forever. i present to you squirting with the aot boys!!! (eren, jean, armin, reiner, levi)

this is 18+ content///cw include: fem!reader, black coded reader, lots n lots of squirting, choking, car sex, 69ing in armins part, unprotected sex AND rough sex in reiners part, oral f&m receiving, overstimulation, orgasm denial, slight size kink, use of restraints and toys in levi’s part, daddy and sir kink, lots of praise n degradation and i think that’s about it pls enjoy *kiss kiss* this is not proofread btw i’m sorry for any mistakes

eren yeager * ੈ✩‧˚

“e-eren slow down i-i can’tttt,” you pleaded beginning to feel lightheaded from eren’s iron grip on your throat. he had you pinned to the bed by your neck while his free hand was knuckles deep in your soaked pussy. he’d been at this for god knows how long and you were beginning to think it was never ending by the way his pupils had become completely blown out. “you can do it baby jus’ one more time for me yeah? one more time for your renny?” he smiled pressing one, two, three kisses to your swollen lips. you whimpered against his lips wishing your could feel his soft locs between your fingers but alas he couldn’t resist teasing you and made sure his hair was tied up and out of your reach </3 “m’so sensitive though….it hurts renny,” you sniffled attempting to close your thighs but eren just shoved them right back open, slapping your pussy twice for disobeying him. eren could tell you were on the brink of cumming by the way your thighs began to shake violently and you could only muster broken moans. “look at me. i want you to look at me while you make a mess all over my fingers open your fucking eyes y/n,” eren growled tightening his already harsh grip on your neck. you cracked open your eyes looking straight into eren’s emerald ones, “i’m- i’m gonna—ngh shiiiit fuck eren!” you squealed gripping on his bicep for dear life while his middle and ring finger plunged inside your pussy at a brutal pace. “that’s it baby that’s it you’re so good for me, my pretty baby there you go,” he rasped, mouth watering at the sight of your wet, swollen pussy. he almost felt bad that he wasn’t even close to finished with you yet. almost. “you did so well for me baby, can you do it just one more time on my dick? please?” he gave you the most sickeningly sweet pout he could muster while palming over his dick in the process. you bit your lip thinking to yourself for a moment before nodding slowly, “yes….but only if you finish inside me.” eren smiled yanking his sweats down his thick thighs, “that’s my good girl.”

jean kirstein * ੈ✩‧˚

“mmm jean,” you purred in his ear, taking the lobe between your teeth to nibble on it. “that feel good mama?” jean smiled biting down harshly on his bottom lip at the sound of your squelching pussy that was squeezing his fingers in the most delicious way possible. jean was only supposed to stop by to drop off some clothes and makeup you’d left at his place because you were leaving for the weekend, but one thing led to another and suddenly you were in jean’s lap your legs spread as wide as possible while he fingered you. even cramped together in his car seat he still made the moment feel so sensual, whispering sweet nothings and praises in your ear while he rubbed tight little circles on your swollen clit. you came on his fingers three times now but he still wasn’t satisfied. not to be crude be he wanted you to make a mess all over the drivers seat </3 “gimme a kiss,” he whispered turning his head slightly to capture your lips immediately shoving his tongue in your mouth. you moaned oh so sweetly into the kiss, making sure to suck on his tongue and nibble on his bottom lip just the way he likes. “mmf—fuck,” jean grunted giving your pussy a rough slap before shoving three fingers inside you, his palm brushing against your clit with every movement his hand made. not be able to keep up with his intense kissing jean took it upon himself to leave wet, sloppy kissed on your neck instead. “you look so pretty like this. my cute little doll i love you so much, you love me too right?” he smiled, licking away at a stray tear trailing down your cheek. “y-yes jean love you so so much, n i’m gonna miss—ha! m-miss you even more,” you sniffled wrapping your smaller hand around his wrist. “j-jean m’gonna cum m-might be messy m’sorry,”you whimpered the squelching of your pussy becoming louder by the minute. “it’s okay baby i want it to be messy, go ahead and make a mess on daddies fingers make him proud,” his sweet tone had you squirting all over his fingers indeed making a mess all over his seat but he didn’t care ofc. jean sighed contently licking your dripping release off his fingers, “good job baby you always are so good for me.”

armin arlert * ੈ✩‧˚

armin is a service dom through and through. he was already an attentive boyfriend and it increased tenfold once you let him indulge you. ofc he loves to feel your tight little pussy around his dick but eating your pussy from the back while you sucked him off could never be topped. “s-shit min slow down i can’t concentrate,” you huffed trying your absolute hardest to concentrate on the pretty dick in front of you. armin grunted slowing down his kitten licks on your clit to which you were very thankful for. you wrapped your lips around his leaky tip humming in satisfaction as the salty, sweet taste of him. not even three minutes later he picked up the pace again while also adding two fingers inside your sopping pussy. armin bit his lip harshly his dick twitching at the sight of your pussy practically sucking his fingers back in every time he slightly pulled them out. “your pussy is so pretty y/n can’t believe it’s all mine. all. fucking. mine.” he punctuated the last three words with quick slaps to your ass, giggling when he felt you whimper around his dick. he curled his fingers just a tad the tips of them bumping against that spongy spot that had your eyes rolling back and your toes curling. you pulled off his dick with a lewd pop trying to stop the trembling in your thighs, “yes armin right there that feels so good shit.” armin smirked adding a third finger, “yeah baby? right there? did i find your special spot?” you weakly nodded now lazily pumping his dick with one hand while the other toyed with his balls. “uh huh don’t stop please,” you sniffled now practically fucking yourself on his slender fingers. armin could tell you were close by the way your pussy was beginning to drool over his fingers and your moans were becoming nighter, he was now more than determined to bring you to your peak. “o-oh my—fuckkkk,” you whined a small fountain of your cum beginning to soak armin’s chest. he took the opportunity to sit you completely on his face drinking up everything you had to offer him, not even caring that he had little to no room to breathe. you took a couple deep breaths before realizing armin was still underneath you—not that he was making any attempt to move you. “min you okay?” you asked turning yourself around so you were now sitting on his stomach. armin looked dazed but also extremely content the entire lower half of his face and neck glistening, “i’m just perfect baby thank you.”

reiner braun * ੈ✩‧˚

“oh r-reiner just like that s-shit,” you cried burying your face in the sheets beneath you. reiner bit his lip harshly trying incredibly hard not to bust at the sight of your greedy little pussy swallowing his dick. he set one knee up on the bed before wrapping his arm around your neck pressing your body impossibly close to his chest. “you feel so good baby, such a good little pussy you got and so wet too were you this wet all day,” he purred in your ear licking a bead of sweat that was trailing down your neck. you wrapped your hands around his bulging bicep trying to find any strength you had to make a sentence. “y-yes i needed you so bad! i-i tried my fingers—shit but they didn’t do anything,” reiner could cry right now honestly you looked so damn adorable babbling about how he was the only person that could bring you to climax. “it’s okay baby it’s okay i’m here. daddy’s gonna making everything better just let yourself go,” he cooed in your ear bringing his free hand down to your swollen clit rubbing sloppy figure eights. “y-yes fuck please go harder pleaseeee,” you dug your fingernails into his bicep nearly breaking the skin but reiner couldn’t even feel it too engulfed in the feeling of you and your scent. reiner didn’t need to be told twice. he flipped you on your back and pushed your knees to your chest, shoving his entire dick in you with one swift thrust. “k-kiss me please,” you whined giving reiner your best doe eyes. “shit c’mere,” reiner bent down smashing his lips against yours, biting down harshly on your bottom lip. he brought his hands to your face brushing his thumbs over the chubbiness of your cheeks, “such a pretty girl, wish we could stay like this forever.” you kissed his thumb gently before sucking on the tip, “we can stay like this forever just stop going to work.” the adorable pout on your face had reiner’s balls tightening, his brutal pace stuttering just a tad. “well,” he sighed spreading your legs open his fingers immediately finding your clit, “if i didn’t work who would support your little spending habits huh? you need my money, you need me baby.” you nodded your head dumbly, the coil in your stomach about to burst from his brutal thrusts. “y-yes i need you daddy i don’t—i don’t know what id do without you p-please make me cum please daddy,” you babbled not even caring how alarmingly loud you were being. “ngh fuck,” reiner growled pulling his dick out to tap it against your clit until you came, coating his pelvis in your essence. reiner trailed his eyes down your convulsing body, his dick jumping at the sound of your tiny whimpers. your back slightly arched off the bed when you felt reiner slip his dick between your soaked folds, “i hope you don’t think we’re done yet pretty girl i haven’t even came yet and i have so much to give you.”

levi ackerman * ੈ✩‧˚

“you look so pretty like this y/n,” levi smiled turning up the pressure to the pretty pink wand he caught you with not too long ago. “i-it’d be better if i could touch you,” you sniffled tugging gently at the silk ties that bound your wrists. levi was a very patient man when it came to you. he could tolerate your whining sometimes and your neediness but he absolutely hated when you deliberately disobeyed him. his request was simple; “don’t touch yourself while i’m gone” and it would’ve been easy if he hadn’t teased you like the mean man he was before he left for work he was the only one to blame! but unfortunately your boyfriend didn’t see it that way which is how you ended up tied to the bed spread eagle while levi tortured you by removing the vibrator every time he saw you were close to cumming. he brought his hand to your plump lips, shoving his thumb in your mouth, “now you know i can’t let you touch me baby not when you’ve misbehaved. levi pressed the want harder against your clit relishing in your pathetic moans and pleas for him to let you cum. “levi— i-i mean, sir please let me cum i-it hurts,” you whined, balling your hands up into fists when you felt him remove the wand once more. levi pondered for a moment belfre giving you a smirk resting the wand on your twitching thigh. “tell you what, i’ll let you cum but i’m warning you once i start i won’t stop ‘kay baby?” he smiled gliding the wand over your slicked folds. you were nodding before he even finished, bucking your hips up against the wand, “yes yes that’s fine just please do something please sir i can’t hold it much longer” tears were now flowing down your cheeks making levi’s dick twitch uncomfortably in his dress pants. “as you wish angel just relax for sir okay?” he smiled pressing the want against your clit once more meanwhile he used his free hand to tweak at your nipples. it didn’t take long for you to cum, your slick soaking your thighs and the sheets below you. “levi wait- ngh,” you were cut off by levi giving your thigh a harsh slap, his glare making chills run down your spine. “what did you call me?” he tsked turning up the setting to the vibrator. “m’sorry! i-i mean sir i’m sorry, can you please turn it down m’sensitive” you whined attempting but failing poorly to shut you legs. levi chuckled giving your nipple a rough pinch before bringing his hand down to your pussy shoving his middle and ring finger in your tight entrance, “silly girl did you not hear our deal?” your breath hitched as you felt your second orgasm approaching it was damn near impossible to comprehend a thought. “ohhh my— levi!” you squealed your eyes rolling back as you came a lot harder this time, making a nice little stain on levi’s pants that he’ll have to deal with later. levi groaned removing the vibrator from your swollen clit, he unbuckled his pants yanking them to his ankles. when your eyes fluttered open you were met with grey eyes piercing into yours, “let me tell you what our deal was since your pretty little head can’t think right now,” he chuckled tapping his tip against your clit. “we’re not gonna stop till i’m done and i won’t be done until your little pussy can’t hold my cum anymore ‘kay baby?”

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keirawantstocry · 2 months

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hi tis i 💋anon. Im running out of ways to convey my love for your writing. Just kissing you is no longer enough, I need you to kill me- Youll still get kisses ofc but- AHHHH. anyways

So ive been having Thoughts about current tubbo. I think he needs to snap and be Covered in blood. Remember day 1 that he was back? where he Immediately threatened the Chocobos cause they were noisy, yeah just snaps and kills all of em. Then just, goes about his day after, not bothering to clean anythin. I feel fit would maybe have a moment of 'WHO DID HE KILL- oh okay', maybe quietly fawning after idk, camera cut to pac. jaw on the Floor, unable to get himself together, Bright Fuckin Red.

I Dont Know i just need more of Pac (and fit lets be honest) being obsessed with men that could(and would) kill them. I also just want Tubbo covered in blood. Thats also my agenda now.

Hope youre having a good day :> (srry that these Keep Gettin Longer)

darling I need you to know that I think ab this ask every day. kisses aren't enough, you need me to kill you?? that's the most romantic thing I've ever heard in my life. I get flustered everytime I read it. gah anyway enough about me you're here for the freaks (affectionate) also never apologize for how long they are i love it

Fit's first emotion when he spotted Tubbo was concern. The second was something deep in his gut that felt eerily similar to the feeling he got seeing Pac kill people in Purgatory. Which sort of made sense considering Tubbo was currently covered in blood.

Tubbo met his eyes with a strangely empty look. “Hey Fit.”

“Why are you covered in blood?” And why did his voice sound so strained when he asked?

Tubbo blinked at him slowly with eyes full of emotion that contradicted his emotionless face. “I got annoyed.”

“At?”

“Chocobos.”

The deep feeling in his gut overtook the concern when he realized that Tubbo hadn't hurt an islander or child. “And you haven't cleaned the blood off why?”

Tubbo's eyebrows dipped down. “I don't know.”

Fit took a step forward and put his hand on the least bloody part of Tubbo's shoulder. “Why don't you come home with me and let me clean you off, yeah?”

Tubbo nodded slowly. “Yeah okay.”

Fit had forgotten one tiny detail. The tiny detail in question was standing in the doorway of Fit’s house with an open jaw and wide eyes.

“Pac,” Tubbo said with a stupid grin before pushing past him into the house. Fit and Pac both watched as he walked straight over to the bathroom and slammed the door.

Pac grinned with a stupid expression that Fit knew was the one he made at the men he liked. “Who did he kill? Did you watch? Do you think he’ll let me lick the blood off his face?”

Fit choked on air. “Excuse me?”

“C’mon,” Pac said in a whine. “He’s strong.”

“Are you attracted to that?” Fit asked in half disbelief.

“You’re saying you aren’t?” Pac asked.

Fit froze. Took a long moment to consider it. It made a lot of sense. The way he couldn’t keep his eyes off him. The intensity of the feeling in his gut that seemed to grow with every second. “Holy shit.”

Pac laughed wildly. “You spent all that time in the wasteland and you’re telling me you never got a boner for some guy covered in blood?”

Fit spluttered turning bright red but before he could respond, the door to the bathroom was swinging open again.

There stood Tubbo, shirtless, holding a damp cloth in his hand. “I can’t reach my back, can one of you-”

“I’ll get it!” Pac interrupted, rushing over to take the wash cloth from Tubbo’s hand. Fit followed them both into the bathroom silently.

Fit sat at the edge of the bathtub as Tubbo lifted himself up onto the counter. Pac’s mind was clearly out of it considering the long looks he was not subtly giving the man. And the fact he was cleaning blood off his chest and not his back like he had originally asked. But nobody was complaining.

Fit had to admit there was truth to Pac’s line of thinking. There was something about the mess of blood on Tubbo’s chest that made his mind dizzy and his heart race. So yes. Nobody was complaining.

Pac motioned for Tubbo to stand back up and he did so with a sigh, standing in front of Fit so Pac had room to work. Fit watched as Pac ran the washcloth under cold water again before wiping it quickly down the blood covering Tubbo’s back. He averted his gaze from his chest up to his face to see the slight pursing of his lips and the hiss at the evident chill of the water.

“Fuck dude couldn’t made it any colder?” he bitched.

Fit slapped him lightly on the arm and didn’t think about how warm his skin was. “Leave him alone. He’s helping you.”

“And why aren’t you? If I remember correctly you said you would help clean me up. I was fine with being bloody, you're the one who insisted on this.”

Pac paused and peeked at him over Tubbo’s shoulder. “Really?”

Fit swallowed feeling dizzy and nodded. “Well, yeah.”

“Then do it.” Tubbo was reaching behind him and taking the wash cloth from Pac’s hands. Fit saw it all in slow motion but with sharp vision. The washcloth was cold. The washcloth was in his hand. Tubbo was looking at him expectantly.

“There’s no blood left on your chest,” Fit said stupidly, feeling incredibly out of his depth all of a sudden.

Tubbo shrugged before taking a step forward and turning to sit himself down on Fit’s lap. Fit didn’t even know it was possible for his body to freeze up more but it did. Pac met his eyes, nervous trepidation meeting awestruck joy. Waving him on with one hand, Pac leaned back against the counter to watch them carefully.

Slowly, Fit took a deep and careful breath. He brought the washcloth up every so gently to rub at the blood staining the skin at the top of Tubbo’s spine. The man’s shoulders slipped down as he relaxed and let the silence fill the room. With his non-metal hand, Fit held the curve of Tubbo’s bicep to keep both of them steady as he scrubbed at a particularly stubborn smudge of blood. The skin under his hand was so warm it was hard to focus on cleaning the blood off. Pac’s eyes were boring into him and the strangely soft lighting in the bathroom made this moment feel much more intimate than was to be expected.

Simultaneously it felt as if it stretched on forever and also was over way too soon.

Fit dropped his hand, letting the bloody washcloth fall to the floor. “There,” he said gently.

“Thank you,” Tubbo said in an even quieter voice before he stood. “I’ll get out of your hair now.” Before either of them could protest, he was pulling his shirt back on and leaving.

They both stared after him, feeling as if part of them was now missing. Pac giggled suddenly and Fit’s eyes darted over to him. “What are you laughing about?”

“That was the most-” Pac laughed again. “That was just crazy. You two are something else.”

“Shut up,” Fit grumbled.

Pac just laughed once more before standing up to give Fit a quick kiss. “I’m going to go see what Richas is up to, okay?”

Fit nodded, trying to clear his head. “Yeah, okay, I’ll see you later Pac.”

“See ya, querido.”

Fit’s head spun as he stood up. He had a lot to fucking think about.

#qsmp #my writing #fanfiction #poly morning crew #q!tubbo #q!pac #q!fit #fitpacbo #this got so much longer then i was expecting #holy hell #but yay! weirdos!!!#💋 anon

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itzsana-kiddingmenow · 2 months

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𝙇𝙚𝙖𝙨𝙩 𝙏𝙞𝙘𝙠𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙝?

𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙙𝙨: 3.5k

𝙖/𝙣: anonnie, i'm so sorry...i've been through the same and it isn't easy...but im so proud of you for making it as far as you did and we'll do it together <3

𝙩/𝙬: changbin is insecure about a lot of things, unheathy methods, fainting and nutrient deficiency, jealousy, sadness, crying, etc.

𝒍𝒆𝒆: changbin

𝙡𝙚𝙧: minho and hyunjin

𝒕𝒂𝒈𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕: @someone-who-loves-kpop-saranghae @jeongins-diary @leeknowstan33 @v--143 @wereallgonnadieonedaybutnottoday @inkedloveandlostpromises @lajanaa @a-wild-seungberry @r00ni1

𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐢𝐜 𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠! 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐞? 𝐤𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐬𝐜𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐛𝐮𝐛s🖤

IN NO WAY, SHAPE OR FORM DO I BELIEVE THAT CHANGBIN IS UGLY. THIS IS JUST FICTION AND IS NOT MEANT TO RESEMBLE REAL LIFE PEOPLE!!! I BELIEVE THAT CHANGBIN IS ONE OF THE PRETTIEST PEOPLE I HAVE EVER SET EYES ON AND I STAND BY THAT!!!

“AGH! Stop that!” Changbin hissed, slapping Hyunjin’s hand away from his skin.

Binnie scolded himself for wearing a tank top yet again. He just never learned from his mistakes.

He was just trying to speak with the other members, but Hyunjin decided to bother him by sticking his fingers into his upper ribs, near his armpits.

Every shriek the younger earned only increased his need to hear more of them, but Hyunjin got his share of karma soon enough.

“Rank every member by how ticklish they are?! Oh, that sounds like fun!” Chan smirked evilly, everyone’s eyes moving to either Hyunjin or a certain maknae bread.

“Okay, so Hyunjin and Jeongin are tied for first.” Minho started, humming while he thought. “Then Hannie, definitely.”

Jisung started coughing, a blush appearing on his face. Lino thought for a few more moments before speaking again.

“Then it should be Lixie or Chan hyung.”

At once, loud arguments broke out. Both Chan and Felix started shouting at the same time and Minho yelled for them to stop.

“There’s no way you’re less ticklish than me and Lixie!” Chan protested, Felix nodding his head with an offended look.

“But-!” Lino tried to defend himself, but it didn’t work out in the end.

So next on the list was Minho.

“NOW it’s you two.” Lino commented quickly before anyone had a chance to tease him because of his position in the top three.

Everyone agreed. “Oooh, I can’t decide between Seungmin and Changbin!” Minho groaned, thinking as hard as he could.

Meanwhile, both mentioned members started to flush deeply, glancing at each other in embarrassment.

“Let’s have a vote!” Jeongin proposed, and everyone quickly agreed.

“Who votes for Seungmin hyung?” Jeongin asked, putting his own hand up.

Surprisingly, everyone agreed, including Seungmin himself, that he was most probably more ticklish than Changbin.

Changbin grinned happily as everyone else began to tease each other, excluding him.

So there he was, at the bottom of the list. At the moment, it seemed great to Changbin.

Nobody could tease him considering they were higher on the list.

But as Changbin learned, it wasn’t always the best in every case.

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Changbin groaned as he flexed again in the mirror. He has been working so hard in the gym, yet he was unable, in his opinion, to improve his body for their upcoming performance.

He hadn’t changed at all, and he was sure that STAY’s would hate him for it.

[NOT TRUE AT ALL HE’S SO FUCKING PRETTYYY]

His mind began to flash with all the things they would call him. ‘The least popular member AND the least improved?’

Binnie swore that he would break down crying if he thought anymore, so he walked off to try and distract himself.

Minho walked by him in the kitchen, squeezing his belly playfully. It was meant to be a show of affection, but at the moment, Changbin started overthinking, believing that Minho was teasing him.

His eyes welled up, and he blinked rapidly to extinguish the tears before they threatened to drop.

Lino, however, had noticed the rapper’s empty response to his affection, especially at something that would normally earn him at least a giggle.

It was all over when dinner happened, and Changbin was already out of it, leaving the members to believe something was wrong.

They tried with their greatest efforts to involve him in their conversations, believing that he felt left out and lonely, but the only fruit of their efforts were empty replies and few-word responses.

After some concerned glances at each other, Jeongin decided it lighten up the mood by prodding Binnie’s ribs twice, earning quiet squeaks and jolts.

After that, all the members began to coo and giggle at him, smiling at him and playing with his hands to try and cheer him up.

At the show of affection, Changbin’s cheeks flushed a rosy color, and the once dimmed sparkles returned to his eyes.

“Binnieee! You look so cute blushing for us, do it some more?~” Chan teased.

“Our chubby, cute Changbinnieee~” Hyunjin giggled, squishing at the boy’s cheeks.

Changbin’s mind only caught onto one word. He had tried so hard to distract himself from it, but his overthinking returned as his mind began to spiral uncomfortably. ‘Chubby.’

The other members must have noticed that he blanked out, because he suddenly snapped back to reality and heard multiple concerned voices calling his name.

Changbin smiled and excused himself, locking himself in his room the first moment he got.

The other members sat in silence, staring at his untouched plate of food and empty glass of water, wondering what they did wrong.

Over the next few days, the dorm was uncomfortably silent, the once loud and cheery dwaekki now practically living at the gym, not coming home even to eat proper meals, though Chan noticed their box of protein powder and electrolyte packets getting considerably lighter.

Changbin still spoke to the members, however his flame had distinguished and his smiles seemed more strained, and the rapper had now seemed to be struggling to keep himself upright.

The others had constantly tried to get him to take better care of himself, even taking it to the point of where they tried to force meals into his throat.

It only barely worked, and now the members had even less time due to comeback schedules.

Minho and Chan started to take tolls on their health too, and small worry creases began to form on their faces.

In general, the group had no time for breaks, and when they weren’t performing, they barely saw Changbin at all.

The members started to dearly miss the happy, responsible rapper, considering he was their light during all the hardships of comeback season.

But once, they got a break, and was ordered by the company to stay within the building.

The members shuffled awkwardly into the dorm, the energy changing since they realized that it would be the first time together in the dorm in a long period of time.

Everybody ate quietly, and soon enough, Hyunjin couldn’t handle it anymore. “What happened here?” He scoffed sarcastically.

He quickly stuck his fingers up Jisung’s shirt, earning a high pitched yelp.

Quick as lighting, the group was back, talking to each other, grinning in happiness.

After dinner, they battled the maknae down onto the couch and went to town, releasing all their stress through their tickling fingers.

Jeongin was screaming, out of breath and begging as Changbin quietly held his arms down, smiling when the maknae looked at him with teary, pleading eyes.

A sudden surge of jealousy suddenly struck the unprepared rapper, who flushed as he watched all the member’s fingers wiggling onto the youngest’s worst spots.

Ever since the day they had ranked themselves in the list, Changbin noticed a considerable difference in the amount he got tickled, noticing the others always getting each other and not him.

He started to realize that maybe it was because he ranked so low, because they wanted someone with better reactions, someone who was more ticklish.

Insecurity flashed before his eyes, and his chest hurt as he tried to hold back his tears for the umpteenth time that week.

Changbin hadn’t even realized that he had let go of the maknae’s arms, and that the others had been staring at him.

Changbin’s vision went blurry, and his stomach cried out again for food, but yet again he shoved the feelings down as he reached for his water bottle.

After determining that it was empty, he stood up to refill it, and regretted it as dark and white spots swam in his vision.

Binnie stumbled backwards, startling the others as they reached out to catch him.

“Hyung? Are you okay?” Hannie gasped, noticing the older stumbling over himself.

Felix immediately stood up to help him, taking the bottle from his hands and running to fill it.

Seungmin stood up and wrapped his arms around his waist, gasping quietly when he felt just how much weight Changbin had lost to his unhealthy methods.

Changbin groaned in pain, wrapping his arms around his stomach and shuddering.

Suddenly, his entire body gave up on him, sore and spent from the long hours of gym with no energy intake.

Lixie ran back with the water bottle just to let out a loud scream as Binnie collapsed. Luckily, Seungmin was able to safely lower him to the ground, where the others began to panic and shout, trying to wake him up.

Changbin shook in pain for a few seconds before slumping completely, and Chan ran to get the building doctor.

Hyunjin shook his head unhappily. He had seen it all coming.

••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••

Changbin woke up with a jump, feeling fingers running along his side. His eyes felt heavy and exhausted, and he almost shut them again.

“See?! I knew that would wake him up!” Binnie recognized Minho’s voice.

He heard multiple voices around him murmuring, and he watched as Jisung grabbed and yanked him into a hug, and he sank into the younger’s hold.

He felt more arms wrap around him, engulfing him in a wave of warmth and love.

All at once, shame and embarrassment overwashed Changbin’s senses, and he sobbed suddenly, the sounds weak and broken as everyone’s hold tightened, like a strong anchor he could hold onto in the darkest of times.

He cried and cried, wailing quietly and trembling in weakness.

Binnie’s stomach hurt so badly, and he cursed himself for being such a fool, for making a big scene out of everything.

But a voice cut him off. “Take this.” Chan kneeled down to reach his sitting position, placing multiple pills and a glass of water in the rapper’s hand.

At his confused look, Chris explained. “Nutrient deficiency. Overworked and underfed.” He firmly pressed them into the boy’s palm.

Changbin felt embarrassed, for being knocked over like a weak child, and when he looked down in shame, Chan realized that he was being too harsh for someone who had already received punishment enough.

“I’m sorry, bunny. We should have been taking care of you…but we didn’t. I thought you knew better than to do that.” Chan didn’t speak in a angry tone, but a soft, concerned tone, not accusing or harsh.

Changbin sniffled and glanced at the leader with watery eyes. “I’m so sorry, hyung...” He whispered, more tears splashing onto his clenched fists.

Chan’s expression softened as he wiped away Binnie’s tears, the other members staring in slight shock.

“I-I just wanted to look better, for the fans. I don’t wanna look chubby!” He cried out, finally letting out the words that had been plaguing him for so long.

“I don’t want to be hated…I didn’t want any of this…” He whimpered, gasping for breath as Chan’s eyes widened in horror.

Minho stared at the leader in shock, and Hyunjin suddenly felt guilt hit him like a truck, remembering his earlier comment to the older that had made him blank out.

The members hugged him tight, and Chan even sat him on his lap, wrapping his arms around his waist protectively as Changbin finally swallowed the pills slowly.

He whined as Chan pressed in a little deeper, though the leader decided to leave it to another day, and everyone carried the rapper back to dorm.

Lino immediately started up the stove, ready to cook food. Felix grabbed the chocolate bars from the fridge.

After Changbin had taken a much needed shower, he walked into the hall just to see the hall set up for movie night; tons of food and blankets were placed everywhere, along with a fresh batch of brownies.

He looked around for the members, but nobody was there. Suddenly, he felt a pair of arms fasten around his waist, and yank his frail body into the air.

Binnie squealed in surprise, and he stared at Hyunjin as the younger easily manhandled him, carrying him bridal-style to the couch.

Changbin didn’t want to admit it, but watching the dancer lift him like he weighed nothing caused his lee mood to flare up. Badly.

The other members appeared suddenly, kissing his cheeks and playing with his fingers, causing him to flush a happy rosy pink.

They sat Binnie down and took turns feeding him food, and he groaned happily at the taste that he had missed so much, happily taking the food from everyone.

Felix tapped his cheek twice to tell him to open his mouth, and Changbin hesitated as he eyed the brownie in the younger’s hand.

Seungmin appeared behind him and snuck his hands under the boy’s shirt, suddenly tickling him everywhere, and through the rapper’s giggles, Lixie managed to get the brownie in his mouth.

After the small incident, Binnie was unable to focus as his lee mood drove him mad, every touch by another member had him flinching, and it didn’t help that he could hear Chan trying to muffle his laughter as Felix kept poking his side.

Changbin felt like he needed to start provoking somebody to tickle him; there was no way he would be able to sleep with this lee mood.

He suddenly leapt onto Hyunjin, digging into the boy’s sides and hearing loud squawks of laughter.

Soon enough, he let up, hoping that Hyunjin was willing to try and take his revenge somehow.

But it just caused the entire group to start wrecking Hyunjin, and his loud screams drowned out Changbin’s frustrated groan.

That night, Changbin was unable to sleep, staring at his phone. He felt more energized though, probably because the members shoved so much food down his throat his stomach was threatening to burst.

He threw his own arms over his head, wondering what it would feel like to be pinned down so tightly that he couldn’t move, and wrecked in every spot until he went insane.

He watched some clips of the other members tickling each other, and he noticed the absence of clips of his own, though it was clear that he did tickle the others a lot.

Changbin turned off his phone and set it on the bedside table, making sure to keep his arms up as he imagined it.

Usually he was holding the member’s arms above his head, but sometimes when Chan tried to do it to him, he ended up being too strong and yanking his arms down himself.

Changbin whined to himself. Sometimes being the strongest member was a blessing and a curse.

He finally put his arms down as the cold air hitting the underside of his arms started to feel uncomfortable.

Changbin turned and shut his eyes just as he heard the bedroom door open.

Opening his eyes just a little, he spotted Minho and Hyunjin standing over him, and he squeezed his eyes shut. Maybe, they would tickle him awake.

“I know you’re awake, Binnie.”

So much for that. Changbin slowly opened his eyes and stared at the two as they got into bed with him, on either side.

Once they had turned Changbin into the jam spread on their sandwich, they wrapped their arms around him.

It was peaceful and quiet, and Binnie momentarily forgot all about his need for tickles, just enjoying the moment with his members.

Suddenly, an unbearable tingle began at his side, and he grunted before grabbing Hyunjin’s invading hand.

“Don’t.” He said, though he didn’t mean it.

“Oh, I think we should, shouldn’t we?” Minho responded, and Changbin noticed his face burning.

“N-No!” He yelled, Minho’s grip on his wrists suddenly becoming known to him. He squirmed weakly, which was noted by the dancer.

“Did you really think we’d not notice the way you were watching earlier?” Hyunjin giggled, watching Changbin’s eyes widen.

“So, Binnie. Were you…jealous, perhaps?” Lino teased, leaning in slightly knowing that it would fluster the rapper.

“No! W-Why would I be?” Binnie deflected, and Minho released his wrists. “I guess we’re done now.”

Desperate, Changbin replied. “Wait! Okay, maybe I was a little…j-jealous.” He looked down at the end, and the other two cooed playfully at him.

“Did you wanna get wrecked, oh big, tough, Binnie?” Minho teased, watching Changbin’s face turn the color of roses as he whined.

“Is that what you came here for?” Changbin asked, his tone hopeful, which definitely startled Hyunjin.

“What do you mean?” The tallest asked. “I mean, wouldn’t you rather get someone else, you know, someone more ticklish than me?” Changbin whispered, not wanting them to feel uncomfortable.

There was a quiet silence, and Changbin glanced up to see the two staring sadly at him. “Is that why you were upset for so long?” Minho asked, and Binnie nodded slowly.

“I’m so sorry, baby. We should’ve shown equality, but we didn’t.” Minho gave the rapper a quick apologetic hug, suddenly guilty.

“But now, we’ll wreck you the way you deserve.” He gestured to Hyunjin.

“What about the others?” Binnie didn’t want to wake up the sleeping members.

“They’ve gone to the other dorm to get something, it’s just us.” Minho reassured, and Changbin didn’t even notice Hyunjin pulling his arms up and sitting on them.

Minho sent a teasing poke at Binnie’s ribs, the boy shrieking and trying to yank his arms down to protect the spot…just to realize that he was immobile.

“Hyun-JIN! Get ohohoff!” Changbin burst into loud giggles as another pair of fingers walked right into his bare underarms, and Minho concentrated purely on his sensitive hips.

After some time of his cute giggling, Binnie felt a little guilty. “Hyuhuhung! Stohop fohor a sehehecond!”

Minho slowed his fingers so they were just tracing in the crevices of the boy’s ribs. The light sensations sent tingles shooting up Binnie’s body.

“Go rougher…I feel like you’re getting bored.” Binnie pouted sadly. Lino’s face softened, and Hyunjin smiled reassuringly before speaking.

“We’d never get bored with this~” And the tallest started to lightly wiggle his fingers across the boy’s neck, eliciting the cutest giggles from the rapper beneath him.

“How about we go rougher anyway, since our dear Binnie asked for it?” Lino asked, smirking down at the pinned rapper.

The two suddenly started scribbling wherever they could, switching between spots as fast as they could.

Changbin was in shambles, laughter growing louder and louder as he tried his hardest to escape, but just couldn’t.

“See? You’re the least ticklish, but look at how you’re laughing now.” Minho grabbed a small mirror from the bedside table and shoved it in Changbin’s face.

Embarrassed, the rapper tried to turn his head away, but when Hyunjin held his chin and forced him to look at himself, Changbin saw himself.

So content and happy, grinning ear to ear in joy, small tears resting on his rosy face.

Changbin never expected himself to look as pretty as he did, but his chest grew warm in fondness, looking at his own reflection as he giggled involuntarily.

“See? You look so pretty for us, giggling like that~” Minho cooed, fingers still tickling at Changbin’s side as his other hand held up the mirror.

Lino decided to move further up, slipping his hand under the boy’s shirt and squeezing his upper ribs, switching the mirror to his phone as he pressed record.

Binnie cackled with laughter, the cute sound making Hyunjin smile so hard his face started to ache.

“AAAHAH! IHIHIT TIHIHICKLES!” He laughed loudly, falling apart as he tried his hardest to yank his arms down, but couldn’t as Hyunjin sat on them, and his weakened state didn’t allow him to use his strength.

He didn’t even know there was a camera recording him until he heard Hyunjin speak.

“Isn’t he so cute?” The tallest stuck his fingers into Changbin’s outstretched armpits, and the middle screamed as two pairs of hands tickled him to pieces.

“STOPSTOPSTOHOHOHOHOP! HYUHUHUHAHAHAHA!” Binnie was falling apart already, throwing his head in every direction.

“STAYs, you wanna see how ticklish he really is?” Minho followed by blowing a looong raspberry right onto the sensitive area along Binnie’s top ribs, the spot easily accessible due to the tank top that Changbin just couldn’t stop wearing.

Hyunjin pointed the camera to his face right as the boy howled with laughter, high pitched squeals and cackles following as his sensitive spot was abused relentlessly.

His feet kicked wildly in the blankets as small tears fell down his red face.

“NAHAHAHAHA! PLEASE-AGHAHAHAHA!” He couldn’t remember the last time he had laughed so hard, his lee mood satisfied and content.

“OKAAAY—! IHIHIMDONE HYUHUHUNG PLEHEHEASE STAHAHAHAP!” He finally screeched, his now hypersensitive body trembling in exhaustion.

“Only if you admit you’re beautiful!” Hyunjin yelled over the loud laughter.

Changbin shook his head, and Minho only blew harder into the sensitive skin, while Hyune decided to help by lightly tickling the rapper’s neck.

“OKAHAHAY OKAHAHAY! YOU WIHIHIN! IHIHIM BEHEHEAUTIFUL!”

Minho let up, relishing in the dwaekki’s tiny giggles as he rubbed at his body, loudly panting.

The three ended up sleeping together anyway, and Changbin was first to get wrecked in the morning as well.

Wanna know why?

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Chan crowded into the bed with the other kids, too lazy to head back to the other dorm.

He knew Minho would take care of things there anyway.

Suddenly 5 phones lit up, and Chan warily opened the official Kid’s Tiktok.

😼 posted a video: our baby bunny 🐷🐰^^

#kpop tickle #midzywannabeitzy #stray kids #skz tickle #skz #lee changbin #ler minho #ler hyunjin

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yunietunie · 6 months

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Honey

Okay, so it's been a while since i wrote some angst here you go. No one asked for it but here it is :P. This is ******HEAVILY SPOILED******* on the new MW3 campaign and im sorry.

Summary: Johnny a friend, a soldier, and most importantly, a husband.

Warnings: Heavy, heavy angst.

Suggestion; Listen to “Jacob and The Stone” while reading.

How long have you been in the military? About 7-8 years and now with an additional one from joining TF141. You thrived, you had a lot of praise for your work as a specialist in your area. Your training and work ethic were exceptional, quickly proving your placement onto 141 in the first place.

“What ya’ reading?” Soap asked you while you had a book in your hands after finishing a report. “Oh you know, just some poetry.” You’d say with a small smile tugging at the corners of your lips. Your head swiveled over to him, to see what direction his voice was coming from. He’d scan his eyes to the title of the book. It read “Honey” By Sarah Gymson.

“You’ll have to lend it to me sometime.” Soap perked up back to your direction. “Here, take it now, I have another copy.” He’d take the book from your hands, putting it to his side.

Simple conversation between the two of you would flow into late night chats, ending up on missions together and becoming really good friends. You’d save him and he’d save you in times of dire need. Your dynamic with John MacTavish was perfect. He a demolition’s expert, you a sniper. It’s like the pieces fit together between the two of you.

You’d glance at each other during debriefs or free time, sending eye messages about how bored the two of you were. You’d usually end up eating lunch together in the canteen of the base, talking about all kinds of things. The occasional teasing was granted but after you got him back of course.

His hand propped to support his cheek while talking with you. “So, what’s your favourite place in the world that you’ve traveled to?” You’d ask him, looking at his soft blue eyes while they glazed over your appearance. “That would be anywhere with you.” Johnny teased towards you with a small smirk. “Oh c’mon, be serious.”

“Okay okay,” He responded, then he looked at his hands and took a deep breath as if he were pondering. Johnny looked back up at you. “The cliffs at Duncansby Head. Somewhere in Caithness.” His voice was velvety as he spoke, a sort of gentleness to it as well while he thought about his choice. Where even was that? Scotland maybe? “Any reason why?”

“It’s calm. The ocean hitting the side of the rock walls, the sound of the waves, the scenery—It’s soothing.” A twitch to the corner of his smile began to form. “Whenever I am frustrated or upset, I think of that place.” Your eyes would watch him while he spoke, a sort of somber expression as he reminisced about his time there.

While on smaller missions, you got to know each other even better than the last time. The two of you having fun outside of work on your days off. It felt nice to have someone like this with you. Always positive. It wasn’t long before you began to develop feelings for him.

“Hey.” Johnny asked you, folding his arms into his torso, his eyes darting around the area. “Hey.” You responded with a giddy smile. “So—I was thinking,” He seemed nervous, but eager to ask you a question. “That we, uh, grab drinks sometime?” Your eyes widened as your brows shot up in surprise. He wanted to take you out for drinks.

Little did he know that by asking you that small question a few months ago, you two would spiral into a relationship down the road. Spending almost every day together, some apart of course but you always knew that the two of you would come back. At least that’s what you’d like to believe.

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“Bound by secret ties,

Whispers in the dark unite.

Two worlds now intertwined.”

Over the course of the last few weeks you, the rest of 141 were on countless missions to stop the terrorist attack of Hasan and to stop the weaponization of American missiles. You finally ended up actually stopping him. The capture of Valeria made it a whole heck-of-a-lot easier to find the target. But you made it. You always did. At least with Johnny by your side.

It had frightened you when you found out that Ghost—and Johnny were betrayed by Graves. No communication. You had no idea if he was alright or injured. But he was a good soldier, he always found a way out, is what you’d tell yourself to ease your mind.

A few hours later, he made it back okay. Sure he was shot, but he was okay. That’s all that mattered. “Bonnie, you came back.” He’d say when he was reunited with you, Price and Gaz after being in Al Mazrah to retrieve Laswell. “Always.” You’d whisper to him before getting gear and tossing it to some Los Vaqueros to help fend off the Shadow Company while retreating.

You’d regroup with everyone back at Alejandro’s safe house to take back their base in Las Almas. Johnny pulled you to the side, away from everyone for a moment to check if you were hurt. “Yer okay?” A soft expression plastered over his face, accompanied by concern. “I'm fine, always will be.” You’d respond with a small grin and an airy chuckle.

After the succession of taking back the base with being unscathed, you’d find yourself sitting next to Johnny, your head resting on his shoulder on the way back to base. He’d been carrying the poetry book you lent him, quietly reading to himself until their arrival back to base.

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“Like bees drawn to sweet embrace,

Love’s nectar we share.”

Another few months fly by without much changing, the relationship between the two of you transpire. He ended up actually proposing to you, a happy gleaming part of your relationship. You got married to the goofy guy you met in the military. The two of you would read the poetry book together before bed or whenever sent on missions, it was your guy’s thing to share.

“Hey so…” Johnny trailed off, his fingers fidgeting with one another while he came up with words to say. “What if we—Had a kid? Not now of course. But in the future?” He asked you with no hint of a joke tone. He was serious. A kid? A kid who could run around the house and keep the two of you busy for years? A kid who would be just like their dad.

It was a cute idea, you loved it. “I say yes to that. I’d love to have a kid.” You responded with a fond smile on your lips, his expression full of love as the two of you cuddled in the bed together. You’d find yourself fidgeting with the rubber wedding band on your finger with a gentle smile, reminding you that you married John MacTavish.

“Makarov?” After the picture slid to you from Johnny’s hand. “What the hell is he doing? I thought we put him into custody four years ago?” You’d ask, your brows furrowing at the thought of evil coming back to haunt you. “He’s planning a prison break, we just don’t know when.” Laswell said, her arms folded atop the bar counter.

You’d look at the rubber wedding band on your finger, your mind slightly filling with worry. A calloused hand placed over top of yours to provide comfort. Turning your gaze over to Johnny, “We’ll be okay.” His voice reassured your overthinking mind.

The world was beginning to fill with suspicion of Uzbekistan, from their recent exposure to “terrorist” attacks led by Farah and her military personnel. Which led to you and the rest of 141 to hunt down Makarov and stop him before he created a war between west and east, pinning Uzbekistan and Farah as the terrorists, it would be catastrophic.

After failing to get to the chemicals in the bunker, you somehow, probably by the grace of god, had enough time to tell Laswell to get to safety after her meeting with Yuri. Two missiles from Farah’s base that were stolen, launched to where Laswell was. Everything was fine, or so you thought.

Thanks for some intel given by Shepard… and Graves… You managed to get a hit on some intelligence on the location of a target. You’d have to let your hate dissolve if you wanted this mission to be done. And that's what you did.

After you, Ghost, and Johnny made it to a small island off the coast of a country—You would extract financial dealings that Makarov had Melina do. Finding the sweet spot, you head back to Russia and capture his Second in Command and get more intel since Makarov wasn’t there.

This endless fight of the five of you trying to find the man behind it all while fighting your way through Konni was tiring. But you had the love of your life around almost every corner. Just being near him gave you comfort and other perspectives.

“Another hit,” Laswell stated over comms to each of you. “Possible ID on a hacker that has a buyer, he’s connected to Makarov.” “Where?” Johnny asked quickly, hoping to bring an end to Makarov’s reign of terror and death. “London.” That was a surprise? He’s attacking in their home country? There wouldn’t be more information until Laswell spoke again. “He’s going to use the trains underground.”

“The ones that connect the UK and France? That’s hundreds of miles of train rails.” Price said in his gravelly frustrated voice. But what choice would they have? They would try to pin him in the middle. TF141 would come in from the UK side, to get discrete info off the hacker and buyer to get Makarov’s full location while another unit would enter from the france destination and meet in the middle.

If all the intel they had was right—Makarov was planning to bomb the railway, killing innocent Men, Women and Children in the trains to make yet another seemingly false blamed terrorist attack. You’d look at Johnny, a deep breath in and one out before looking back at the screen. The two of you would get prepared and head towards the pier in London to find the hacker.

Blending in, Ghost and Gaz were already in position over the comms and attempting to use Surveillance cameras for any outliers. You and Johnny split up, eventually being on opposite sides of the Hacker, hoping to listen in on anything she would say for intel.

“It’ll be done.” She said, the phone holding up to her ear while she paced around. Then she turned her head around, seemingly paranoid of being watched. She began to walk away, you were following her with Johnny holding your hand, being a couple in public to draw away suspicion.

Johnny held your hand, then used his free one to stop you to look at him. “I love you. So so much.” He said in a soft voice before planting a kiss on your lips, you returning the favour. “I love you too, Johnny.” You smile after tearing away from his kiss. That was enough time to distract the hacker and for the two of you to move into a different position.

“The payment is already finished, orange cap. Pleasure doing business.” And with that Ghost began to look through the cameras on the streets for a man with an orange cap, hoping that is who they were looking for. After a few minutes, they saw the buyer enter through an abandoned and discrete subway tunnel entrance.

“Perfect place for them to hide.” Gaz said through the radio. You and Johnny began to head towards that area, meeting up with Price, Ghost and Gaz who would meet you three on later. You, Johnny and another unit began to plow through the Konni group, your eyes would glance over to Johnny to make sure he was safe at every free second you were given.

Finally, making it down the steps and to the railway, you begin to head towards where the bomb was located, hoping to see Makarov there. The sound of russian words, bullets flailing and the train would muffle things out for you. Taking out the troops easily with the help of Johnny by your side, alongside the rest of the other unit. As you rushed to get past the incredibly fast train, you eventually made it to the middle platform where even more troops rushed out to greet you with unfriendly weapons.

You turn your gaze to the center, the bomb making slow yet quiet beeps as the timer begins to decrease. “Johnny—In the center, I'll cover you.” You’d say as the two of you began to make it towards the center, making sure he was safe in the process. “Got it.”

After a few seconds, he began to pry at the latch and grunted at frustration. “This needs two people, get a snake cam and insert it on the other side.” He said as he began to tug and push aside wires. You inserted a snake cam inside the metal frame. “Look to your right, I need the logo of the circuit.” You squint your eyes and turn it to the right to find what he had asked for. “Bear.”

“Bear okay.” After a few more minutes of him attempting to cut off the time he spoke once more, a bit rushed. You only had a minute until it detonated. “Give me the third number of the serial code. It's on the left bottom corner.” You scramble the snake cam over to the side and find it. “9.” you said swiftly, he inputs it and it was correct.

“Okay—Last thing, Bonnie. On three, we cut the red wires.” Soap said as he held up the pillars to the red wire about the same time you did. “1…2–”

Bang

A strange pain filled you as you were knocked back to the concrete floor, your head instantly turning to Johnny as you groaned, a gun fired at his torso, knocking him down as well. “Johnny—!” You shout, your eyes meeting with dead ones, then at a gun pointed to your head, a finger over the trigger.

“This is to teach you a lesson. Don’t bury your enemies alive.” Makarov stated with a chuckle just before he was about to shoot a hole into your skull. That was when, in a flash, you saw Johnny leap from the ground and stab Makarov in the neck with his combat knife. Moving quickly, Makarov twisted Johnny’s arm in front of him to get the knife out. Your loving eyes watched as his body hit the ground after a final gunshot. Makarov looked like he was about to shoot you but as soon as Price, Ghost and Gaz came, he ran. Fucking coward.

You were still shell shocked, your head turned towards the corpse of your husband. “No.” You said wearily. You would clutch the side of your torso where you had been shot and crawled over to him. Tears pricked your eyes. “No, no, no. Please.” Your broken voice would beg. You placed two fingers on his neck to check for a pulse, even though it was apparent that he was–gone.

You tore your hand away from your side, not caring about blood loss. Not caring anything at that moment. “My boy. Not my boy. Please—Please don’t leave me.” You screamed as you placed his cheeks into your palms, your tears hitting his face. “Please..” You’d whisper, pressing your foreheads together, wishing this wasn't real. You didn’t even get to say goodbye.

“It was supposed to be me.”

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“Crimson roses fall,

Life’s bloom fades,

A final breath.

Death’s touch, a silent call.”

A/N: i cried. Ugly cried even, when i played the campaign and experienced this and now do some other people :3.

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femme4ngel · 1 year

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If your requests are open could you write Erling Haaland x hairstylist reader

Reader making a video of washing his hair (in the salon) and he tries moving his head so she pulls him by the hair back. Maybe in the background of the video you hear her voice "just a reminder i.do.not do this to my clients I'm kinda dating him and he did annoy me a lot this weekend"

-🍷

i kinda took it to a different direction im sorry 😭hope u still like it tho mwah

~ erling haaland x hairdresser reader

it was media day, everyone running around the place, photographers, makeup artists and the players of course. you yawned as you sat down for a second, you just did half of the teams hair, you felt exhausted. it took you a good two hours, styling everyone, working together with the cameramen, the makeup artists, it was a mess. ( plus jack kept complaining about the amount of gel you used.. in the end you let him drench his hair in it just so he would leave your chair) you yawn in the chair, rubbing your eyes, trying to get some strength into yourself when out of nowhere you feel hands on your shoulders. you know its him without looking around, you can smell his cologne and the way his finger’s slowly massage your back is way too familiar.

“ are you tired baby?”- he asks, leaning close, his chest pressing against your back, his lips dangerously close to your neck. you get goosebumps from his presence, how tall and huge he is, how he stands behind you.

“mhm..”- you stand up from your chair, facing him with a blush and a smile on your face.

“ is it your turn to get your hair done or are you just trying to distract me erling?”

“its my turn promise!” - he looks at you shocked, his brows furrowed, why would you assume he’s there to mess around with you?.. distracting you? oh he never would do such thing..

you hum as a response and push him down into the chair. his hair is beautiful but its getting so weak from him tying it up all the time.. you brush it out, running your fingers through it.

“ erling. i have a crazy idea.”- you look at him in the mirror, with a huge grin.

“ oh oh. and what’s your idea”?- he looks at you in the mirror, his eyes sparkling from the curiosity.

“ will you let me braid your hair? you know like i did on friday, but i would put some hair oil in it now.. and and it will look so good trust me! i think it will go with the new jersey so much more than a bun..! you look so good in that jersey….”

you can see it on his face that you already convinced him, he loves wearing his hair in braids, and he trusts you with it totally. ( plus that comment of him looking good in the new jersey gave him such an ego boost, he wouldn’t let you do anything else with his hair) he nods enthusiastically, staring at you and your eyes, he’s mesmerized.

“mhm okay braids it is” - you say, leaning closer to him, acting like your brushing through his locks, and quickly pressing a kiss on his cheek. he lights up, his face turning bright red. you smile coyly to yourself, you love the effect you have on him. you get back to his hair, brushing it again, then grabbing some hair ties as you get to braiding. you decide on two strands of dutch styled braids and everything is going smoothly and well until erling starts hissing.

“ouch ouch, y/n your hurting mee, you keep pulling on my scalp” - he complains, sulking in the chair.

“ i’m not pulling! just tilt your head back more!”- to these demands ( the himbo he is) he manages to tilt his head forwards, getting completely out of your hands.

“ oh god”- u sigh, taking his head into your hands and directing him towards the angle you need him in.

“ oh damn, i think my hair is actually fine as it is”- you hear as kevin enters the room, his snarky comment making you blush and the camera crew bust out laughing.

your embarrassed, you almost forgot how many people and cameras are around you.

“ i didn’t.. its okay, trust me he’s the only one getting rough treatment, cuz he doesn’t know the difference between forward and backwards!”- your explanation gets erling to spin around in the chair, looking at you with his mouth open.

“ no i know! i was just escaping you and your hair pulling! i swear i know the difference! - he looks around upset, hoping that he convinced the crew of his knowledge of positions.

“mhm okay okay sure.. whatever please lay back now i have to do your hair”- you roll your eyes, softly pushing him back into the chair, ignoring the giggling around the room.

(…)

his hair of course ends up gorgeous, and it holds together so nicely (thanks to your talent) that he wears his hair in the braids at tomorrow’s training.

#football imagines #erling haaland #erling håland #haaland smut #haaland #haaland x reader #erling x reader #erling haaland fluff #haaland fluff

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relocatedheads · 1 year

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Sat on the Sidelines

Summary: Eddie punishes you and you call the safeowrd, queue the fluffy aftermath! Pairing: rockstar!Eddie x reader Trigger Warning: smut / safe word using / pushing past limits Content Warning: viberators / semi public / embarrassment / pet names / nudity / belittling / sir title /sub-dom dynamic / subspace

This is quite a long one! Enjoy!

my master list!

Eddie knew you were being off, he wasn't dumb. he's been with you for enough years to be able to read you clear as day. So when you started going quiet at times, pulling away, being short and snappy, he had his suspicions.

But when them actions turned into him having to repeat himself multiple times, and after countless offerings to get you to open up only to be met with an overly dramatic "im fine" or "nothing" or "would you stop asking" he was seriously starting to lose his patience.

"Honey?" That deep warm croaky voice broke the nice silence that fell in your hotel room, you looked up from your book, he continued "You're not being honest with me lately. And you keep acting out: not listening, not replying, not being nice." He got up, silently taking your book out your hands - dog earring the page because he still cared. "I don't like telling you off, Honey, so I'm going to ask once more: What's wrong?"

You sigh at him, he was knelt on the floor next to the bed, but still you shake your head. "Nothing Eddie."

"Nothing: you don't wanna bother me. Or Nothing: you can't bring yourself to stay it. Or Nothing: I'm just feeling off all together?" You look at him flat - you can feel your own dead pan expression. "Baby," shaking hushed, he gets up and walks to his suitcase, still talking to you, "You know I don't like doing this. Lay down, please."

"But-t"

"Nah-ah" He's not looking but you could feel him switch, "You've had more than enough chances Babe. Now, lay down and be good for me." He continues after the sound of rustling stops, and walks back to the bed, "Good. Okay, I'm going to put this on your clit, and you're going to take it until I say you've had enough and maybe then you'll want to talk." As he talks in a slightly deeper much, more sterner voice, he wave the object in his hands. "Can I get a colour?"

"Green."

"Good. You part them legs for me and keep them hands above your head, yah?" Something about that condensing tone and how he's stood above you goes straight down south. "Good." And how he practically purrs at you too.

You didn't really think your week of mild weird emotions would lead you to being emotionally pinned to a king size bed in some random hotel in some random state in just a t shirt. The all too familiar buzz fills the room. Your body jumps and whines at the feeling "Oh now you want to speak?" Oh, that devilish teasing tone was back. "Pitty i'm not in the mood to hear it anymore."

"I'm- Sorry."

Eddie was stood at the foot of the bed shaking his head at you "Don't want to hear word from you, Pet, got it?"

You nodded, using a lot of self restraint to hold in the annoyed groan - you couldn't work out why he was getting under your skin. Eddie leant against the desk opposite just watching. You knew even with your eyes closed your every move was being monitored. Your whimpering, gasping, rolling of your hips, tummy tensing, bitting of your lips: all being watched.

You knew this was a punishment but when you could feel the wave in your groin growing it was hard to not be selfish.

"You need to cum?" You nodded vigorously "I asked you a question."

"Yes."

"Good. Cum as much as you can. Don't want you holding anything in." He jumped of the desk as he was sure you were cumming.

You were struggling to keep your legs open. You managed but your knee did start to face inwards. The struggle to keep quiet was painful enough, all you wanted was to talk to him, tell him how you felt, beg for him, ask him things, anything.

Upon hearing him get up, your eyes shot open to seeing him walking toward the door, "Eddie?" You repeated yourself a few times thinking you must have been speaking in your head, "Orange!"

He retracted back front being unseen due to a corridor, "You okay?"

"Please don't leave me." You almost jumped at how sorry and almost teary your voice sounded.

Eddie did too, he felt his heart crack. You had a pout accompanying the sorrow too, "Oh Sweet, I'm just going to Piss."

Your eye squeeze shut for a moment trying to fight the urge to making some sort of noise from viberator bullying you, "P-please dont- please-"

"I'll leave the door open, okay?" You nodded, "Good girl, remember to be silent" You nodded again, he blew you a kiss.

From the bathroom, he could see your legs slightly kicking out from the mirror. There was something he could never put his finger on when seeing and having you like this for him because of him, whatever that something was it made his heart tick over, like you were his own porn magazine come to life.

The sound of his phone ringing pulled you back into the room after your orgasm, you were sure your stomach muscles and thighs were going to feel all of this in the morning. Looking over at Eddie, he acknowledged the phone and put two fingers to his lips for you.

"Yeah?... Gareth, what?... Tonight?" His eyes were glued to you and you tried your everything to stay silent but the look was enough to make you dribble. "Dude! These shows have been so metal! Exactly man, did not think we'd ever to do this..." The intense eye contact and similarly intense vibrations... you could feel another orgasm approaching.

In your heart, you knew you didn't really want to cum again, you knew it was gonna be nothing but muscle spasms... the joyful feeling was starting to decrease. The fast approaching feeling was betting to pull strangled noises outta you.

Eddie removed his phone from his ear, eyebrows pitched to his hairline, "Why did I say?" Absolutely unfazed about being on the phone.

"Be quiet."

"What are you not being?"

"Quiet."

"And what will you be?"

"Quiet."

"Thought so." He nods, continuing his talk with Gareth.

Your head lulls back, you'd never felt so cloudy: unsure if you were enjoying yourself, unsure if the pain in your stomach muscles was satisfying, unsure why Eddie being so cold and stern felt so hot.

"Dude I'm so down to go out, but y/n's not feeling too hot... Yeah, still dunno what's up with her, I'm sure it's nothing, she's probably home sick, you know how the princess gets." Eyes still very much locked on you, he mouths 'colour' you mouth back 'green'. "Alright man, see ya in the morning."

The feeling of your orgasm had you tensing your face: brows knotted, eye clenched, lips rolled in. You were really trying your all to be good for him and follow the rules but you didn't know much longer you could go. The feel was so much that you hadn't even noticed you'd pulled your legs together.

Eddie jumped off the desk to part them, "Nah uh, you know the rules." It was a scoff if anything.

You knew Eddie was pushing you. You knew you wanted this, you both had recently spoken about it but you never thought exactly how intense it'd be for you to get used to. The feeling was immeasurable, it was a different sort of ache. Like a quiet numb. And you were slipping, you feel it.

Hands on your knees, he continued, "You got another one?" You shook your head violently no, "C'mon pretty, you've got one more in you."

You shook your head with more point, "No no no no"

"Yes yes yes yes"

"No no no no" Your voice was waving, all high pitched and broken - you were almost sobbing. It was all too much, Eddie was too much, the rattling between your legs was too much, the atmosphere was too much. You fought against him, pushed your knees back together and rolled yourself to the side, "No no- Red red red!" You howled, practically in tears.

At the sound of the word, Eddie felt himself zone back in. He took his hands off you, seeing you balled up. He felt like shit, how did he let himself get so caught up to not notice you not having fun anymore? He sat down on the bed next to you, removing the vibrator from your legs and turning it off, "It's over now, Love. C'mon, look at me."

You tucked more into yourself, crying, "I'm so sorry- I just- I wanted to be good."

"Hey" His heart broke, "Can I touch you?" He paid all his attention to you, spotting your nod, he rested his hand on your hair, stroking through it. "You did so good. So so good. I love you so much."

You roll over, peering over your arms, "Hi" He smiles down at you, tucking loose hair strands behind your ear, "So so good for me, you." He was speaking so quiet, so only for you and him to hear.

You look up at him, pouting your lips, he pouts back. "Wanna go for a bath?" The lack of verbal response is all he needed to know that you had fallen into your subspace.

A kiss to your hairline and he was getting up again. You couldn't help the way your brain shouted for him to stay, so scared he was going to leave, so in turn you couldn't help the way a tangled and whined "No" had the slipped through.

"What's wrong"

"No go."

He crouched down to meet you laying across the bed, "Got to go to run your bath, baby." You shook your head again, "Oh sad baby." His thumb ripped across the almost concrete pout. "You want to come help me?"

With a shy nod and small smile, he'd hiked you up in his arms and bounded towards the bathroom. Letting you sit on the toilet lid as he filled bath with water and bubbles, letting you mindlessly play with his free hand, rolling the rings and pulling his fingers, you had finally started to feel you brain simmer.

Eddie enjoyed just sitting and looking at you: you were that type of pretty he could never bore of, just simply plain captivating! "You did so good for me." He reminded, still a stupidly hopeless smile on his lips, "I'm so proud of you."

During his little moment, he'd pulled you in-between his legs, moving a hand to your jaw stroking your cheek. Moments like this were often for you both. Eddie's hectic life required small still to keep his feet grounded. But for you, they reminded you that his hash side was nothing but a sexual ego: that he still would lay over puddles for you to keep your feet dry; braid your hair when your muscles hurt; make the bed when you weren't feeling up for it; love you when you were struggling to love yourself.

"Can I take your shirt off?" Again, he spoke in this whispered tone not even the angels above could hear. You smiled, nodded and he was helping you.

When you got in the bath with Eddie knelt on the floor next to you, the heat hugging your tired muscles and the bubbles slightly tickling you as you moved: it felt like you'd died. Surely what had you done to deserve this?

You gazed your eyes from the space in the water to your boyfriend, unable to audible ask "Please come join me."

Eddie knotted his brows at you and you continued until he was able to understand. A small "ohhh- absolutely!" and he carefully pushed you forward so he could come sit behind you.

The feel of you both skin on skin, again the hot water hugging you, the cold wall Eddie rested his head on, you absently swishing the water and blowing the bubbles, him running his finger tips along your biceps: Eddie never though this was for him - written in stone in his family doctrine that soft sweet moments weren't even made for thoughts.

He felt his stomach settle - that weird wash of calm that hits everywhere at once but only shows itself as a small smile - and he was sure he was falling in love all over again.

He'd lent over to get the sponge and body wash and started to clean where he could: back, neck, torso, arms. Everything was always met with a kiss on the head, "You wanna do your feet for me? And down there?" His kiss was met with a cheeky smile and bubbles blown at him.

Once he'd dried and clothed himself, his full attention was back to you. You brain was starting to reload again, everything looking a little less hazy. "Legs up, Sweet." Towel around you, you were scooped out.

He plopped on the bed, telling you he was going to get all your little 'pretty bits'. He was glad to be met with a small "okay" and coy smile.

He helped dry you, and smother you in moisturiser - usually he'd put too much on and you'd tell him you now felt slippery and he'd defend saying 'you smelt like a flower shop so where's the bad bit?', but today the too much was met with a little 'eww' giggled as you felt it go on - give you a handful of kisses and got you dressed. The disregarded vibe was thrown aimlessly into the suitcase, and he jumped back onto the bed, patting next to him.

When the smile looked a little more bigger - with your eyes creasing now - he smiled back. He loved you all cloudy, airy and lost in your head but he feel in love with the bigger, louder, cockier you.

You jump back into his arms, face in his chest, his hands rubbing your back, "Thank you."

Another kiss to your head, "You know I'm always gonna be here." For you're lost in your head or when you can't get back in it.

"Yeah, just means more when it happens, ya know?"

"Wanna talk about it?"

You groan, smothering your face with your hands, embarrassed, "I'm so sorry- I know I've been weird this week. Sorry- I- um-" The thumb rubbing circles over your hips reminds you of his previous words, "I didn't want to be selfish."

"What-?"

"Eddie," You sat up, "This is your dream. And I love seeing you play your heart out every night, and seeing you do all the weird things on the side. I didn't want to distract you or make you enjoy it less because I was-"

"Hey, no, I'm going to worry even if you tell me or not."

"I know- but-"

"Tell me." The angels weren't meant to be listening to yous.

"It's so dumb. But I think I felt lonely? Or maybe, like I was in the way? I don't know-"

He stretched up, putting a hand on your cheek, "Why did you feel like that?"

"You're always so busy and caught up in all this," You waved your hand around the room "Which is so allowed and expected-"

"And so are your feelings. You felt like you being here was stopping me from having fun?" You nodded, his thumb stroked more intently, "You tell me next time. Don't make me do all that just to get you to talk."

You let out a breathy laugh, "Sorry."

"It's okay, you know i'm not mad or upset with you, yes?" You nodded, "You can tell me anything and I won't get mad." You raised your brows at him, "Well almost anything."

You laughed, and so did he. Once a little more quiet, you nestled back down into his chest.

"Can I ask though..." He felt you look up, "Why did you call the safe word?"

"Um... I think I got inpatient, or overwhelmed. It was hurting and I couldn't tell if I liked it."

"Okay, that's okay." He nodded along, "Thank you for using it."

"Thank you for listening." You smiled at each other, sharing an overly too intimate kiss, "Besides, Some wise sex god told it's there to be used, soo" You shrugged, pulled a laugh and another set of light kisses from him.

"You tell me when you feel lonely, yeah?" You nod, "And I'll try remember to check in on you more." You liked that one a bit more, nodding again, "I think I'll have to have a chat with this sex god about how to get rid of this loneliness." His tone was low, rigid and flirty.

"I love you."

"And I love you"

"Wanna go to sleep, or do we ring Gareth back to see what they're up to?"

"Oh god-" You groaned into him, he laughed, floating his hands up into your hair, brushing through it. "I forgot about that- I don't wanna face him tonight. Or ever."

"We could just hide in here forever."

"You've got interviews and shit?"

"Not unless I dont go."

You pull back up "Eddie-"

"The girl's feeling lonely, then doesn't except the company, how does a man win?" Dramatic, theatrical, attention loving - 3 key Eddie qualities.

"Shut up" You swat his chest laughing at him.

He smiled at you, "Seriously, I will call it all off for you."

"I know, but this is your dream."

"Wouldn't be worth a thing without you being here."

Seriously, you couldn't help the deadpan expression, "That was disgusting Eddie"

He gasped, hand to his chest, metaphorically stabbed "You are impossible!"

You chuckled at him, "I love you but I'm not immune to the cheese!"

"eh, you get to deal with it all day tomorrow now sooo" He smiled cockily and patted his chest "come give Daddy a cuddle."

"Oh my god-" laughing but still caving in, you laid back down onto him.

He groans into you, "mmm you're warm."

You sigh a smile "You too."

A kiss was felt to your hair, he felt a kiss to his chest. "Nu'night Eddie"

"Night love"

#awe cute #this has taken me days #5 days #god hope you liked it #Eddie munson #Eddie Munson soft #Eddie Munson fluff #boyfriend!Eddie munson #rockstar!Eddie x reader #Eddie Munson x reader #Eddie Munson smut #stranger things 4 #joesph quinn #joesph Quinn fluff #st4 #rockstar!Eddie musnon #eddie munson headcanon #eddie munson fanfiction

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weskin-time · 2 years

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NSFW Wesker Headcanons part 2

More wesker headcanons because im high and hes all i can think about right now i cannot get him out of my head!!!!

this one is a fuck ton kinkier i will not apologize- children leave the area before i eat you

he loves using pet names

AAA

him grabbing your chin, sorta squishing your face while making you look at him saying "youre such a perfect plaything for me"

heres a list of pet names i think he would use

plaything

pet

puppy

good boy/girl

sweetheart

dearheart (a given as this is wesker)

sunshine

love

honestly he will call you anything you want (within reason to his ego)

into pet play

this one is for me im being self indulgent

if youre not into it thats fine but if you are

whoa

loves if you wear a pair of puppy ears and/or tail

(or kitty if you wish. or hell even a fox)

LOVES it when youre in pet space with a collar on and leash tightly held in his fist while hes working at his desk and youre just sitting there next to him but on the floor with your head on his thigh

will randomly tug on your collar and make you suck him off while hes doing paperwork

will get you a water bowl to drink out of if you wish

and will get you a cage to rest in

dry humping? yea dry humping.

if theres little time to fuck and youve been teasing him all day he will 100% pin your chest to a wall and hump your ass till he cums

so now youre all hot and bothered, he got off on using you, the fucker will not allow you to tease him all day and will get back at you for it

this man is clearly into BDSM

i mean look at him

skintight leather suit (which respect him for that that shit must be hot af and not easy to move in yet hes doing jojo poses and shit like hes dio brando and flipping around like a kungfu movie star)

hes very into bondage

either that be tying you up with silky rope, giving you a body harness, suspending you, or even using uroburos on you

would 100% blind and gag you, have you tied in a frog tie with your arms tied behind your back

if you want a crotch knot is up to you

he just loves to have you tied up, gagged and blindfolded at his mercy

it makes him swell with power

and makes his cock hard when he trails his hands up your body and you make a cute muffled wimpering sound

respects your bounderies

not really a kink thing but

when you two first start becoming sexually active with each other he sits yall down to make a list with things you want to do, what youre willing to try, and things you will not do

then review them together and talk about it

even if its embarassing a tad he makes you feel comfortable

he wants to make sure you actually like it alot when he pulls you aside in his lab when anyone can walk in

his hand around your throat and the other in your underwear fucking you with his fingers

(dont worry he locked the door, he wont tell you but he would never let someone see you like that. thats for him and him only. tho he gets off on you thinking its unlocked)

as much as he loves to fuck you hard he also loves soft sex

holding you close to him, bodies touching as he slowly thrusts in and out of you, bottoming out inside you while hungerly kissing you

sitting in his lap with one of his hands on the back of your neck holding you to him tightly while the other one is held firmly around your waist as he bucks his hips up to fuck you

if youre like me and take a fuck ton of time to orgasm and are kinda embarrassed by it

please do not fake it with him

or do cuz he can tell if you are faking it no matter how real it looks or how many times its worked on other people

if you do and he knows he will overstim you by making sure you cum for him

he doesnt mind sitting there for longer between your thighs

or rubbing you off while he fucks you sensless

your pleasure means a lot to him too hes not just chasing his own high

would somehow train you to cum when he does

hes also into you calling him some names

those names are

master

captain (my personal fav)

sir

my lord

God

daddy

anything really that lables him as someone having power over you

an athority figure

daddy was one he was kinda iffy about

but hearing it come out from your lips one night inbetween your gasping, he almost came right on the spot and was sorta confused with himself for a bit

which then made him realize he has a breeding kink

please wear his sunglasses on your head while fucking him, damn

send him lewd photos while hes at work of you in a shirt of his and nothing else and he will try to leave work early

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gods this was longer than i wanted it to be lol

i hope yall like this! reblogs help me find more wesker simps to share my shitty food with

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episode 110 spoilers

just like, random thoughts and stuff, mostly bits that i remembered

i sat down to write this i forgot everything oh my god--

in chip's flashback. the black rose pirates following the king to the big sakura tree, and arlin holding baby chip's hand. this. the cutest shit ever, i think i almost cried at the image of this big badass group of pirates and this itty bitty child led gently by his hand. even if i didn't cry before i sure will right now, baby chip you're so dear to me...

QUEEN! they didn't remember anything aughhhhh 😭😭😭😭 and their and chip's little talk about how they're going to put the pieces together :( and their hug :(

whatever drey, finn and earl are doing on the ship... like, what? hello? glad they're having fun tho lol. also wait hold on a second. how did drey answer the call? i mean, probably with his leg or something, if i had to guess. or maybe finn held it up for him. not sure if finn is at it enough to be able to answer the shell by himself, so earl and drey are the only ones who can actually use it. and seing how earl is in a... predicament. hm.

jay saying that when she looks at gillion she sees family. AUGHHHHHHHHHH AUGH AUGH OUGH jay ferin i love you. and this is so important to me not only because like hell yes they're more than friends they're a family, but also for jay of all people, considering her relationship with her blood tied family and how complicated her relationship with this word is.

also girl please do something about your leg, im begging you. the bone is visible, this shit is not going to heal up by itself. i dont know how you're still limping around this must hurt so bad. i guess adrenalin maybe, but still. at least get some bandages or something, i don't know... what is it with jay and her legs actually. she fell off a roof in edison kingdom and landed on a piece of metal that fucked up her leg, and now this.

oh my god niklaus, how could i forget about my babygirl. i mean, what can i say i love this guy. i dont know how many times ive relistened to his intro song, but definitely more than i should've... um. there was a lot of big important lore that i don't have the brain capacity to process rn.... i want to say that niki is the nameless prince and/or the thing trapped in the hole in the sea. because he can only interact with one person at a time by inviting them to his pocket dimension (even with jay it was said that the time around her stopped while she was talking with niklaus), implying that niki is trapped somewhere and this is the only constricted way he can interact with the world. and to answer chip's questions he said he wants freedom more than anything, again implying that right now he doesn't have this freedom. which makes sense, right? but then, the big bad thing was supposedly trapped thousands of years ago (i think?), but niklaus was a world famous pirate lord not so long ago and not trapped anywhere, so.....? idk im probably missing something. can't for the life of me find the moment where they read the nameless prince book so like, whatever.

that moment where jay talked to chip about how she thinks its all her fault and she should've just gave up her arm and leg. and how chip reassures her....... them 🥺🤲 kind of inspired by that post abt chip and jay i reblogged earlier, but these two talking about their emotions and feelings is so dear to me. just, being human with each other and opening up. gill is great ofc, but i feel like for these two its much easier to talk to each other to feel understood and heard. i love them.....

chip is still very much dead and probably won't be resurrected any time soon, so... hooray new undead chip design! but also oh my god my poor boy... forever 19... (also charlie and condi being surprised that chip is only 19. yeah </3) my poor guy my poor baby, he sounds so beaten and depressed in the beginning of the episode, its just breaking my heart qwq...

star and zamia <333 hehe

chip trying to marry igneous. lol. darling chill out, you just got out of one unsuccessful marriage and it didn't teach you anything, you're dead, you're only 19, you've known this guy for like, 2 days? don't get me wrong, godspeed to chip, but cmon man take him out to dinner first or something

and uhhh. the end, that's all i got

#yagotalk #jrwi riptide spoilers #jrwi spoilers #riptide spoilers

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alright as promised- Julian and Garak and Garashir thoughts on A Stitch in Time!

also, I am going to note before I even begin. yes, I ship Garashir, but im also going to focus on not viewing their dynamic entirely through a shipping lens. Garashir as a ship will be brought up, yes, but im making a concentrated effort to also discuss their relationship as presented because them as a duo compels me even without my shipping goggles on

without further ado, lets get into it-

I think the most important thing to take from how Julian and Garak are presented in A Stitch in Time is that Garak cares about Julian very, very deeply. whether you interpret that as romantic or not is up to you, but its at least made very clear that Garak cares about Julian. a lot. which, yes, we know from the show that Garak cares, but the depth of his care is truly revealed in this book

I think its safe to say that this book is the most open we see Garak be with Julian. and im not just saying in their scenes together- this entire book was written by Garak, for Julian to read. a chronicle of his history, entries made during their time on DS9, and letters written about what he's doing now on Cardassia, all written for Julian to read. this book is, quite literally, Garak showing everything he is to Julian. which is fucking incredible. we know Garak is a closed-off person and very defensive of himself, we see exactly WHY he's that way, and we're seeing that only because he's spelling it all out to give to Julian. this is an openness that Garak hasn't ever afforded himself in a relationship. and I think its for good reason that the first time he is this open and this honest, its with Julian

I was deeply compelled by Garak's point of view on his and Julian's relationship in the entries that took place during DS9. I love how distant they became from each other, and how strained things got. I never would've read it that way with just the show, and now I cant wait to do a rewatch with this new information in mind. Garak thinks Julian has ended their relationship, he thinks Julian doesnt want to learn any more from him, and he doesnt understand why. he's upset about it- he's mad! his feelings are hurt! but he cant let go. and that ties in with the sentimentality we see in Garak throughout the rest of the book. Garak could no more let go of his connection with Julian than he could his connection with Paladine when he was still on Cardassia. he still answers when Julian calls. he still calls Julian himself. even drifted apart, theyre still connected. they still care. and thats why they come back together before the end of the series- they still love each other. platonically, romantically, however you want to interpret it, you cannot deny that these two love each other

as for Julian's side of this rift. I dont think Julian sees their relationship as over, but I think he can tell something's off. Julian is very awkward in many of his scenes with Garak, and doesnt seem to know how to approach him, or even how to talk to him sometimes. whatever Julian believes is going on here, he knows something's wrong. so, in true Julian fashion, even though he doesnt know what to do or say, he reaches out. he keeps reaching out. he goes out of his way to get Garak's favourite food hand-made. he answers when Garak calls. he calls Garak. he tries to apologize. he tries, he tries, he tries. because he knows, whatever's going on, that he wants to be there for Garak. he wants to help. such is the nature of Julian Bashir- he always just wants to help

I love that his attempts to help are clumsy. the argument Julian and Garak have about Federation vs Cardassian politics is great! because we know Julian is trying to help, but Julian has a habit of being a bit condescending and even arrogant in assuming his way is the right way, and I love that Garak actually gets mad about it here. this argument really highlights just how different Julian and Garak are, but it also serves to point out just how strained Garak is with everything going on with the Dominion and Cardassia at this point. Garak is surprised at his own outburst, and I think part of it is because he's typically better at hiding his feelings, but I also think part of it is that he's this mad towards Julian. I dont think its a stretch to say that this might be reminding Garak of the events of Our Man Bashir. that episode comes up multiple times throughout the DS9 entries, and is an event that Garak associates with him and Julian drifting apart. its also the episode where we see Garak get mad at Julian about these same things- namely his arrogance, in assuming he can save everyone and that things will work out. while at first it surprised me that Garak saw these events as driving a wedge between him and Julian, in hindsight, I think it makes total sense

the idea of Julian pulling away from Garak after Our Man Bashir is what makes it make complete sense. Julian trying to apologize in the last entry for DS9 is what really makes it- he feels bad for hurting Garak. and he avoids talking about it, but he pointedly doesnt deny that he would've killed Garak if he had to, to save the others. of course the guilt of that's been eating him. of course he pulled away. because after Our Man Bashir, as we get into s5 and beyond, we see Julian start to go down a darker path. we see Julian kill. we see him lie, and manipulate, and do harm. we see him forced to compromise his morals, or compromise them by his own choice. so, yeah, it makes sense that he's pulling away from Garak

on the topic of episodes that get brought up- I love that Julian only pulls away further after the events of Doctor Bashir, I Presume? I'd wondered how that episode might've impacted his relationship with Garak, since we dont see it at all in the show besides Garak starting to make cracks at Julian about being augmented. I love that Julian being outed as being augmented played a part in him and Garak drifting apart. if theres one thing I wish would've been included in the DS9 entries, I wish we could've seen if Garak and Julian talked either during or right after the events of that episode. I think it'd be interesting, though, if they didnt. I think it'd be interesting if they never talked about it. I honestly think that could track with how they've drifted apart at this point. it'll be left up to me to wonder, I think, but its all very fascinating

I love that despite everything, Garak's respect and admiration for Julian is always clear- especially when it comes to traits like his kindness. its nice to see that, despite how Garak always gets on Julian's case about his naivety and optimism, he actually does love these so-called "soft things" about Julian. he loves his kindness. he loves his selflessness. he loves that desire Julian has to just help everybody around him. I think this kindness is what really helps pull their relationship back together, in more ways than one

for one thing, I think if Julian wasn't his kind and loving and open self, I dont think Garak would be able to be as open as he is with him. Garak is very much used to people having multiple agendas, and Julian is just not like that. Julian is open and honest to a fault, with his only big secret being that he was augmented, and once thats out in the open, he doesnt have anything left to hide. Julian and Garak's relationship might've started with Julian clumsily trying to be a spy, but it quickly became just... a friendship. Julian doesnt want anything from Garak besides a relationship. he just wants Garak. and its this honest, open approach to that that reminds Garak that this is Julian, who he can trust, and thats what lets them mend this thing between them

I also think its crucial that Garak's respect and admiration for Julian's kindness ultimately overpowers his desire to teach Julian his ways. Garak sees their relationship as over because he believes that Julian doesnt want to learn from him. the hurdle that Garak has to overcome here is that he needs to see that Julian can still learn from him, but not in the way he thinks. Garak has to learn that Julian doesnt need to learn how to be a hardened spy from him. he doesnt need to learn how to close himself off, or be more cynical- what he gets from Garak, what he learns from Garak, is how to be challenged. Garak challenges Julian constantly, forces him to think about things from different perspectives he otherwise wouldnt have considered. Julian gets caught up in believing his way is the right way, he cant always see the other side of things, and Garak is the one who will make him see it. thats why their relationship, even when its distanced, is never over- because Julian is still learning from Garak as he continues to challenge him, and Garak is still learning from Julian as he learns that sentimentality isnt a weakness after all

the last entry set in DS9 means the entire world to me. Garak immediately calling Julian after a nightmare. Julian going to him. the discussion they have. Garak realizing what he has to do. the apologies Julian tries to make, and how Garak won't let him. the way they come together again at last, and you know theyre going to be ok. Garak calling him Julian... you have to wonder if this is the first time Garak has actually called him by his name, because to my memory he doesnt do so at any point in the show. and of course its Julian who makes Garak see what he needs to do, and where he needs to be. just, that entire scene. its so important to me. you can feel the love, and it feels like a sigh of relief, because they've finally bridged this gap between them

to me, though, the most loving bit is the very end of the novel. Garak inviting Julian to come to his home, and see what he's done. Garak has just documented pretty much his entire life and sent it to Julian so that Julian will know every part of him, and he's ended it by inviting Julian to his home. holy shit. this is where the shipping goggles go on cause oh my god. Garak has just gone "here's my heart. here's my soul. here's my core. here's everything that's made me into me. here's what I was thinking when we weren't talking. here's how much I missed you. here's everything youve ever done for me. nothing would make me happier than you coming to see me. come see my home. come see what ive done. I love you. come to my home." this entire novel is such a massive display of vulnerability and trust, of an openness Garak has never allowed himself to express, and it end it by inviting Julian to come to his home? im going to fucking explode.

Garak wasn't this open with Palandine. he wasn't this open with Pythas. he wasn't this open with Tolan, with Mila, with Tain- there's been nobody he's been this open with. his relationship with Julian is so much different than any other relationship he's had, just for the fact that he can be truly, openly himself. and he knows he can be, because he knows Julian. this novel really highlights how well Garak knows Julian, and understands him- he knows Julian will accept him for who he is, because Julian always has. Julian would never be as harsh on Garak as Garak is on himself, Julian is the kind voice in his head, and its exactly BECAUSE he sees Garak for who he is: a man who's trying his best. nobody else has ever seen that in Garak- I dont think even Palandine saw it. I think she probably got the closest to seeing it, and I think Pythas too might've gotten close had they not been separated for so long, but nobody ever got close to Garak like Julian managed to

I think however you interpret the Julian and Garak dynamic, you can read this book and understand that these two love each other. deeply. whether that means platonically or romantically you can interpret yourself, but however you define it, the love is still undeniably there. do I think its romantic? hell yeah. they make me fucking insane and every interaction between them in this book made me scream out loud. but I think its a testament to how theyre written that the love is there no matter how you read it, and that their relationship is just incredibly solid all around. Andrew Robinson clearly put a lot of work and love and thought into how he portrayed these two, and it shows in every scene, every line where Garak even thinks about Julian

alright gonna wrap up because this is getting. so long. I love that this book wasn't about their relationship, but it also was. because this book is, of course, about Garak. but it was written by Garak, for Julian. and it ends perfectly, with Garak holding a hand out and going "you're always welcome, doctor." so, yeah, this is Garak's story, but it's also Garak's story for Julian, and that makes me, personally, feel a little insane

#star trek: ds9 #a stitch in time #elim garak #julian bashir #otp: I need to know that someone forgives me #be impressed I managed to keep myself coherent cause im vibrating as I type #the ending of the book does fuel my hc that Julian goes to Cardassia #stays for a bit and then goes back to DS9 #and then returns a few days later with all his stuff cause he sees the work that needs to be done #and the nature of Julian Bashir is that he's always going to help #no matter what #and he stays on Cardassia and he stays with Garak and they kiss about it <3 #god these two rot my brain #anyways there 2 huge posts about A Stitch in Time #what a fucking book #shoutout to Andrew Robinson #will be sending him the bill for my therapy

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HEAVEN TIME!!

Okay sooooo a lot of this was put in place before the show dropped so some of it seems really kind of out there. Sorry. ALSO i am aware that technically archangels are not a high ranking of angel but i am stealing paradise lost canon again for that. So there are the seven (eight if you count luci, another was made after he fell to even out the roster) archangels and then right underneath them are the seraphim and there are lots of seraphim. Also exterminators aren’t heavenborn they are just people who died and then signed up for the program, removal of your left eye is a key part of initiation for exterminators, and they are very knights templar-esque in their uniforms

Adam:

I think hes the most important to start with so. Adam, I do not like him in canon at ALL sorry, in this he’s still kind of a dingus but he’s genuinely quite nice. Funny middle aged divorced man who shows up to meetings late on purpose and dresses like Adam Sandler no matter the occasion,,, hes the embodiment of the Are Ya Winning Son? Meme. Im going with Paradise Lost canon yet again here in that he is head over heels for Eve and only ate the apple after she did so they could get the death penalty together. He is sort of a paralell to Luci in the sense that he is also distant from his family but where with Luci it is a self imposed isolation spurred on by depression with Adam its just that he isnt good at conecting with them.

He and Eve really drifted apart after the Cain incident and, while they are on good terms, they are like super divorced. He doesn’t know how to talk to Abel (who lives close to his mom in what is basically Heaven’s suburbs) and he only gets to see Cain on extermination day, and Cain really just. Doesn’t want to talk to him. So Adam is in a pickle. He was put in charge of the exterminations shortly after he died to kind of just like, give him something to do and he genuinely does a very good job at it. He sees it as getting back at Luci in a way.

Adam hates Lucifer with like his entire being, Adam is a very chill guy, he doesn’t dislike much of anyone, but he hates Lucifer. He hates him for the Eden thing and he also blames him for the Cain thing so any chance he can take to hurt him is good. Unfortunately Lucifer literally could not care less about the sinners dying so. Theres that.

Then canon roles around and suddenly Lucifer’s “daughter” (due to the nature of Charlie’s birth and the fact that Adam has never met her he doesn’t really buy that she’s a sentient being and not just a mouthpiece for Luci) wants to bring sinners into Heaven which is something that just reeks of foul play to Adam, he will not lose his second go at Paradise to God’s least favorite son, something needs to be done. He takes it to Sera (his boss, technically, more on that later) and she gives him clearance to pretty much do whatever he wants (she was not given the full story!!! Just that Luci is “acting suspicious”) so Adam kind of starts. Meddling

He wants to stop the hotel and he wants Charlie dead. Like honest to goodness he wants to kill her. Hes telling Lute (the only other person who knows the full details of this mission) and himself that its for the good of Heaven but really its just some kind of vengeance, Lucifer took his kids, why shouldn’t he give what he gets? Eventually like, season three climax would be the exterminators absolutely wrecking the hotel and like taking Charlie hostage. Adam is having second thoughts when shes actually like tied up and bleeding out though, he like kinda snaps out of his frenzy hes worked himself into and has a little Just A Man from Epic The Musical moment yknow. But whats done is done, no turning back now, right?

Lute:

Lute is exceedingly different that in canon because I wrote all of my stuff for them before we knew anything about them as a character. They are from ancient greece now. More specifically Sparta.

When they died they were very eager to sign up for the extermination program, a warrior at heart and eager to do good. They quickly caught Adam’s eye and they like, surprisingly quickly rose through the exterminator ranks to Lieutenant (Lute) (Nickname that Adam gave them because try as he might he cannot pronounce their (dead)name.)

They are like Charlie’s age, both in the sense that they are both early twenties and in the sense that they are both ~2000, they and Adam have kind of like, almost father and child thing, Adam is the goofy divorced dad who listens to pearl jam and Lute is the daughter who has to listen to it on the way to swim practice.

Lute is very strategical, Lute is very serious, Lute feels like they have a lot to prove (especially being one of the few high ranking people in Heaven who isnt either heavenborn or someone of Biblical Importance) less so than they did when they were new, but the itchings of anxiety are still somewhere in there. They are extremely devoted to Heaven’s cause and Adam, though they are having second thoughts about Adams hostility towards the princess by like, mid season three.

Adam (reluctantly, might I add) sent them down to the hotel for a “diplomacy mission” (spying) for a week or two early on in the season and they found that they actually can relate to Charlie? They both want to do whats best for their people and they both have major imposter syndrome (and they both know Vallie, which is awkward, (vallie was apart of Lutes like, personal squadron, kind of an exterminator elite guard before she fell) Lute and Vallie dont hate eachother by any means but the last time they were in a room together they were literally trying to kill eachother so its. weird) but Lute just, isnt as convinced on the prospect of Charlie being some kind of literal puppet for the devil? Adam shoots down her concerns about this though, hes the devil he is the king of lies and deceit, Lute, thats just what he wants you to think, trust me, I know how he works, Ive dealt with him, its okay.

Also they transitioned while in Heaven and asked Adam to set up their top surgery under the guise of like, improving their combat capabilites (he absolutely knew he was just humoring them, I love and adore him if you didnt know)

Eve:

Eve is so cool. She isnt a major character because she is extremely disinvolved with the workings of Heaven, like, purely by choice. She lives somewhere in like, the Primum Mobile ring and has a garden and likes when Emily or the other Heavenborn visit her. Abel lives somewhere close by and he has some sheep. She rarely travels into the Empyrean (the capital city) and just. Shes hanging out.

She was absolutely the main person behind her and Adams divorce, she just really fell out of it after a while, she doesnt hold anything against him she just. Isnt interested in a romance with him. She also has far less of a grudge against Lucifer than Adam (she blames herself more than anything) and thinks that Adam should like. chill out. (Its not good to hold onto hatred for so long, you know.)(Do you forgive him?)(…no.)(Exactly. He isnt sorry, he doesnt deserve forgiveness, Eve.)

Sera:

Similar to canon except that like, she isnt antagonistic, shes a big cool angel lady who is technically in charge of the exterminations because she is in charge of like, soul circulation. In this au souls who are purged in the Cleanse get thrust back out into the reincarnation zone (hell doesnt know this, Luci never cared enough to ask and there have been no communications between like, anyone else) (heaven souls can also be reincarnated but its a voluntary process, you might ask if this causes like, an imbalance of any kind, with there being far more “evil souls” in circulation, the answer is no, new souls are also freshly created often) this technically puts her in charge of the whole affair, she appointed Adam to help her out and regrets it every day /silly

She isnt keeping the cleanse a secret because in her mind there is no moral issue to keep secret, though it isnt something thats like, advertised, it is perfectly reasonable to think that a lot of people in Heaven dont know about it. She probably would not take well to Adam’s hostility towards Charlie if she knew the full situation but as far as she knows its just a Lucifer plot and she trusts Adam to sort that out. Maybe she shouldnt! He is very biased!

Emily:

Shes also not a huuuggee character, shes one of the youngest Seraphim and the most involved with the ascended soul population as shes the only seraphim to not predate humanity. Shes silly, she likes Adam a lot hes like a funny uncle who your parents dont like. She mostly hangs out in the residential area of the Empyrean just. Hanging out, she doesnt have a whole lot of official duties besides keeping morale up, though teeecchhhniically shes supposed to help Sera with soul regulation by keeping a handle on blessed souls who want to reincarnate by sending them to Sera. Shes also friends with Molly just because I think thats cute.

Molly:

Im including her!!! You cant stop me!!! Shes angel’s twin sister! She is technically the youngest out of the Ragno siblings and also died second, shortly after Angel. She was very close with her twin in life and while she accepts that her oldest brother and father are probably both in Hell shes holding out hope that Angel is just taking a long time to get through Purgatory. (he is not) (shes starting to have less and less faith in this idea)

She lives in the inner part of the Empyrean with her mom and a couple other non-immediate family members that landed up there. Heaven doesnt really have any kind of currency so like, shops arent as much of a thing as like say, markets where you can trade knick knacks for other kick knacks (there is an unlimited supply of goods of all kinds but like, if you want like a handknit scarf and you want to trade a windchime you mde for one just pop down to the market) but she is running a small sort of beauty parlor thing close to the Centrum (basically heaven town hall, where the Seraphim and Archangels get access to the Abode Of God and also just hold other important matters) thats decently popular. Shes very nice if a little overbearing, has a temper though, also a bit of a prankster when the situation permits (something she picked up from Angel when they were kids), absolutely figured out that Angel wasnt into girls a long time before the actual news came out. She deduced this through years of trying to set him up with girls and her efforts turning up squat. Shes very supportive she is still mad at Arackniss for siding with their dad during the Initial Incident.

Micheal:

Hes the only archangel with any like. Major importance. Hes Lucifers twin brother and the highest ranking archangel since Lucis banishment. He was the main force to take down Lucifers rebellion back when that all happened (i hate viv canon he was banished from heaven because he launched a COUP not because he was silly or something. Hes the devil. Stop woobifying him let him have done something bad. He can regret it, he DOES regret it but he is not a poor little victim he started a civil war.) and would probably show up at the end of season three to like negotiate some kind of peace deal with Charlie. He would not have met Charlie prior to this incedent but he really likes her honestly, its been a few millenia he isnt as upset with Luci anymore, certainly not upset with his daughter who has proven to be nothing but virtuous and kind.

But also before this he would show up in Lucifer flashbacks, mainly one where hes arguing with Charlie mid/late season one and it would like be cutting in and out of a flashback to Luci and Micheal arguing about Gods favoritism of Adam and Lilith (very new, having just been dropped in Eden, fighting had not yet occured and Lilith and Luci had not yet met eachother, they would not meet until after Lucifer falls to Hell and Lilith dies as punishement for abandoing Eden) and the argument would be like, Luci and Charlie fighting about the fate of the sinners and the ethics of the Cleanse paralleling Luci and Micheal fighting over Killing The Humans because they Suck and Dad Likes Them More Than Us and it would like culminate in a “They dont deserve to die!” where Charlie AND flashback Micheal say that and Lucifer being like, woah, its happening agaiiiiinnn im messing up agaaiiinnnn shes just like micheal and im going to lose her tooooooo and kind of like. Having a little bit of a breakdown. Hes so mentally ill

Also im assigning all the Archangels colors of the rainbow just because. Luci is red and Micheal is blue. None of the others are especially important.

Okay thats all the major Heaven people!!! I think ill do like. Lucifer and Lilith in a combination post with the various Pets (keekee, fat nuggets, razzle and dazzle, ect.) next, then maybe one on the other Big Overlords?? Ive been reading Shakespeare just for help developing one of them I am very normal. Anyway, as always, if you have any questions please ask, I am more than happy to answer!! byyeeeee love youuuuu <3 <3 <3

#hazbin hotel #hazbin rewrite #hazbin au #hazbin redesign #hazbin adam #hazbin lute #hazbin sera #hazbin emily #hazbin molly #hazbin micheal

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qingxintea · 1 year

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the stars intertwine *ੈ✩‧₊˚

genshin impact

headcanons — aether, xiao, scaramouche

when you tell them you feel alone

AETHER ˏˋ°•*⁀➷

immediately, aether seemed to pick up on your mood. usually he wasn’t very exposed to you feeling down as you kept onto an upbeat show even if it didnt correspond to how you were truly feeling.

deeming the fact that you let it show this time to a point where he could genuinely pick it up, he determined it must’ve reached a bad point. he asked you about it.

“y/n? im sorry if this sounds weird— i just think that you seem a little down today. are you okay?”

he looked at you with the utmost concern and it almost pushed you into crying more. kinda like trying to not cry at school but someone asks “are you okay?” and u cry fr

“yeah— sorry,” you immediately apologize, feeling bad that you made him worry.

“nono, please don’t apologize; just tell me what’s wrong if thats okay,” he smiles gently and takes your hands

you stare intently for some seconds and then take a deep breath. “i just feel a little lonely.”

silence sits for a second but you could feel his hands tense a bit around yours.

finally, he speaks (:

“i’m sorry if i failed you accompany you today,” he blurts out in a rush, feeling responsible for your mood. “d-“

“what? no, aether,” you shake your head, “this is not your fault at all. its just one of those days. thats all.” you smile in reassurance.

he sighs gladly knowing that he was not involved in the issue. he knows about days where you simply just felt down— he had them all the time when he was finding his sister ):

he caresses your face and comes to a conclusion.

“then lets be alone together.”

skips his commissions and takes sick leave and spends the rest of the day never leaving your side

you tell him all about your week!

“work at liyue qixing is very busy this week, we had a lot of broken architect and paranormal cases as of lately. ganyu and keqing always work so hard so i took these extra cases for them.”

“i spent more energy than usual and spent less time talking to people i love, talking to you. everytime i return from work, i just sort of collapse.”

aether chimes in, “y/n, you’re so sweet to everyone. from now on i will rest with you when you return.”

and he does! aether always keeps his word to you— you really are thankful for him.

he even goes out of his way to solve cases and fix things for you while you’re sleeping and you never notice him sneaking out. he talks to little ming and asks her if she knows anything behind the cases, fixes broken stairs and elevators, and ultimately asking keqing and ganyu to look out of you as you’ve been passing out lately.

he even crocheted you a little aether plushie to hold whenever he’s not around! so you’ll always have a piece of him with you (:

on the weekly, he gets you flowers. this week he got you a bouquet of cecilias so you don’t suspect he’s been working in liyue for you

the next week, when you tell him that your workload in liyue has been elevated, he is extremely glad that his work paid off. of course, he never tells you anything though

cutie fr

XIAO ·˚ ༘₊· ͟͟͞͞꒰➳

xiao cant really verbally address feelings well and you know this. so initially you avoid telling him in general.

but he’s not oblivious to it— even though you don’t tell him, he can sense it. like that one time you made an extremely outrageous deal with a witch to take on his karmic debt and almost died LOL crazy

you also don’t tell him bc yk he’s lived for so many years longer than u that he’s lost so many people, probably more lonely than u

he can sense it through some of your usual offerings too! your cooking is corresponding to your mood and the almond tofu recently has been a bit bitter compared to your previous. its not that it tastes bad, it aroused concern.

he is scared to address it because he thinks he will be extremely awkward or insensitive. instead, he comforts you through acts of service and gift giving.

he picks up qingxin flowers for you and ties it with a vibrant red silk ribbon and leaves it on your doorstep. also gets u a green good luck amulet

now u have it on your nightstand and it helps u sleep better, the good luck amulet is always warn next to your vision YAY

he notices an improvement in your mood but it’s not to its original state.

eventually, he appears the next time you offer something and the two of you sit in comfortable silence until you break it.

“i’m sorry my offerings have been of lower quality recently. i am not feeling well and it shows through my work,” you apologize profusely. you think that him staying with you is a sign that he’s waiting for you to say something about recent troubles bc u always overthink LMAO

“don’t say sorry for something so minuscule,” he immediately responds but has no idea what to say after that.

but there is no need to add on because you know him so well. you know that when he says that it means he is more concerned about your well being than what you produce.

you nod slightly and the conversation ends there. he probably already realizes that you’ve been feeling lonely because you’ve been lacking in social energy this whole week due to your excessive work.

he stays with you for awhile and never gets up to get milk from the fridge or anything which is great

lowkey threatens your coworkers to keep an eye on you LMAOO so silly

SCARAMOUCHE ༄ؘ ۪۪۫۫ ▹▫◃ ۪۪۫۫ ༄ؘ

mention of medications and more sweating LMFAO

lowkey u just expect this guy to not care at all bc he’s emotionally constipated

BUT HE DOES HE JUST DOESNT SHOW IT BC HES SCARED HIS COWORKERS MIGHT MAKE FUN OF HIM FOR SHOWING EMOTION

so when he addresses it he makes sure ur in a completely ISOLATED SPACE so NO ONE FUCKING SPIES !!

“oookay, what the fuck is wrong with you y/n, have you not been taking your meds for the past month??”

LMAO he says it downright with no sugarcoat because he wants to get straight to the point

you get taken aback a bit bc it’s such a funny question

“no bitch i just feel like SHIT TODAY because im LONELY AND SINGLE 😭😭😭😭” you counter

“hoe, you are NOT SINGLE WE R LITERALLY DATING STUPID ASS”

“oh i forgot”

“r u fr.”

he brings u ur meds in like 2 pound crates and ur like “wtf”

he says it’s to compromise for your lack of meds the past month

“DUDE IVE BEEN TAKING THEM TODAYS JUST A CRAPPY DAY LMAO AND THATNIS NOT HOW IT WORKS????”

“??,??!!” he is so done HAHAHA “anyway why r u lonely wtf did tartar sauce say something mean to you AGAIN”

you laugh “ACTUALLY YEAH LOL HE WAS LIKE ‘at least i have a little brother’ AS A JOKE CUZ HE DOESNT KNOW THAT MINE WENT KABOOM 😵😵”

“BITCH U GOTTA TELL HIM SOON”

“SHUT UP”

the two of u end up playing super smash bros and u keep spamming villager rocket bc that’s ur favorite move and eventually u k.o. him with it even though he saw it coming, he forgot how to jump LMAO

he claims that he did that on purpose to make you feel better but u think he’s bs-ing because he’s a sore loser and embarrassed he lost by not dodging a whole ROCKET

“UNFAIR”

“LOSER”

eventually becomes a very heated roasting session because u two are the most toxic couple in all of teyvat that ur literally perfect for each other LMAO

“how does it feel to look 12 and 57 at the same time??? I BET U GET ID CHECKED AT 7LEAVES LMAO”

“PEOPLE ONLY NOTICE U WHEN U BECOME A PROBLEM”

“U LOOK LIKE A PURPLE BLOOD CLOT”

“COVID SWIPED LEFT ON YOU. FUCKING COVID”

“THE ONLY REASON YOU HAVENT DIED YET IS BC THE ARCHONS SAID ‘FUCK NO LEAVE HIM BACK ON TEYVAT OH MY GOD’”

no lonely anymore bc ur evil !

later when u don’t know he beats up childe for what he said LMAO “ARE U STUPID DONT BRING Y/N’S CRAPPY CRUMBLED FAMILY INTO ANYTHING” and childe never does it again

happy ending !

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

QINGXINTEA ONE YEAR RESSURECTION SO REAL

LIVE LAUGH AETHER

#genshin impact fanfiction #genshin impact x reader #genshin headcanons #genshin impact #genshin impact imagine #genshin comfort #xiao headcanons #genshin angst #xiao x reader #aether #aether x reader #world peace kindness end hate international day of pea #genshin smau #scaramouche

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thinking about archivists again. below the cut: obscene amounts of brainrot in the form of a long-winded relationship study and oddly specific references to canon that may or may not be accurate

im trying to come up with some sort of au for them (writer's block and creative burnout is a BITCH it's okay though we stay silly) and there's just something about how qphil and qcellbit don't (or didn't) really wind up in each other's circles often. sure they were friendly with each other in passing, and they definitely had some nice little interactions earlier on: cellbit briefly interviewing phil on one of his first days on the island over a cup of coffee and solidifying phil's view of cellbit as the Dedicated Investigator; phil asking cellbit to babysit chayanne and tallulah while he's away on a trip and cellbit being more than happy to; phil briefly checking in with cellbit --- who was in the process of tumbling into his regret arc, cutting off ties with loved ones and making himself a martyr --- and asking if he was okay when phil spotted him hanging alone in the back of the group; chatting about the upcoming wedding and phil advising cellbit that he and roier should probably introduce some sort of dress code (lmao); cellbit watching phil and missa meet up for the first time in months on the way to the federation's people-freezers and all of the pieces rapidly falling into place (the name of phil's waystone, phil's skull backpack, phil's elusive "husband," ohhhhhhh...). they've always been in each other's peripheral, but never directly involved in each other's personal lives.

until the happy pills.

see the thing about archivists is that they're not drawn together by a pre-existing friendship; they're more friendly acquaintances at this point, perhaps almost-friends, though they're certainly not close. but then forever's life is under threat, and god, they both love forever immensely. with direct help from bad and indirect help from others (qpac you LEGEND), they're eventually able to formulate a plan that successfully drag forever out from under the haze of drugs, pull him to the surface. they sit next to each other as they sit at the bedside of their mutual friend, watch him breathing, and try to breathe themselves.

and from that moment on it's solidified: they know they can depend on each other, when shit hits the fan. they have their respective strengths, and they balance out each other nicely. i wish i had gotten more of a chance to watch their dynamic during purgatory 1 (unfortunately i have a life sadge) but from what i saw, they turned out to be some pretty good co-leaders, and an interesting dynamic at that: phil acting more as a support role (moral support, resource support, combat support, ALL the support) and stepping up into a leader-like role when needed, but ultimately letting cellbit take the helm a lot of the time since he's a strategist with more practice managing large groups of people (i wont get into it here, and i want to watch more vods so i can more properly analyze them but HOUGHH i have THOUGHTS!! SO MANY!!!)

what im trying to get at is that they were initially in the peripheral in each others lives but were eventually drawn together out of necessity, due to circumstances. the mutual respect followed, which was then followed by trust, and then collaboration, and then friendship. i've also made this post talking about their dynamic, how they both understand each other's need to focus on the here and now and understand that they don't need to know every little thing about each other to still trust each other. and this is so integral to their relationship. it's what makes archivists archivists.

so now all that's left for me to do is try to come up with some sort of au i can chuck them in, incorporating this idea of "friendship of necessity" as a core feature of the plot. i have scattered ideas but none are particularly appealing or solid enough. i will try though!! if u have any suggestions/thoughts/ideas feel free to leave a comment or say in tags (pspsppsps come brainrot with meeee)

#qsmp philza #qsmp cellbit #archivists #dont mind me im just rambling #im specifically trying to come up with an au because i feel like a lot of my creative burnout recently has to do with the fact that ive-#-been stressing about my fics being canon-compliant and up-to-date with and accurate to the Lore as well as my characters being in-characte #-with a deep understanding of each character's lore when that is!! really hard to do!! considering how many characters there are and how-#-many hours of vods there are and the fact i still need to do Life things sometimes.#so writing an au allows me to be more flexible with the characterization (while still incorporating the integral aspects of the characters)#-AND i dont have to worry about being 100% up to date with the lore if the fic literally takes place another world!!#currently the main problem is COMING UP with the au lol #anyway that's enough out of me i love these guys im going CRAZY #also i should mention this post is NOT proofread lol

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