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klttn · 2 months

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Kill valentino. I don’t care how. Just do it. You know we both want this fantasy to come true

𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓂𝓊𝓇𝒹𝑒𝓇 𝑜𝒻 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓂𝑜𝓉𝒽 𝓂𝒶𝓃

pairing : alastor x f!reader, slight huskerdust if you squint

content!! : mention of abuse, violence, death, no smut

summary : valentino takes it too far both with angel and with you, oh no, now he’s dead. a little drabble for the valentino haters out there.

“ugh i hate him soo fuckin’ much,” angel whines into the pink silk of your bed.

it was three in the morning and angel had only just sauntered in from work, valentino had run him ragged, he was covered head to toe in bruises, bites, rope marks, whips n cuts. you dread to think about all the sick things he’d done to your best friend today.

“i know, angie, im sorry, he’s a prick… even for someone in hell.” you muttered, resting yourself next to him.

“twenty guys, y/n, and there’s nothin i could even do about it!” a small tear slid down angels face as he said it. your heart shattered.

looking up at angel, he saw your eyes start to water, you were trying so hard not to cry but you couldn’t help it. seeing him like this, the hatred you had for val and everything he puts angel through was just too strong. you could just kill him.

“you don’t deserve this,” you say, anger seeping through your voice just enough for him to notice.

angel’s actions wavered, the seriousness becoming too much.

he wiped the salty drop out from under his eye, smile now forming from ear to ear as he adjusted his chest fur, shaking his non existent boobs. “i’m goin’ to the bar," he struts, "the nights only young, if i try my best, i’ll have forgotten about val in the next hour!” he winks at you, trying to put a smile on your face.

please don’t tell me i just made him leave.

before he goes, he leans down and whispers to you, leaving a little kiss on your forehead as he does, “i’ll be okay, yknow.”

“i know,” you halfheartedly smile.

as he walks out your hotel room door, your smile falters. at least you know he’ll be safe with husk. you can rest knowing that. he’ll forget all about val the minute he lays his eyes on the black cat.

it’s just, something needs to be done about that vile moth.

♡ ⋆ ˚ ❀ ｡⋆୨୧ ‘

not much time had past since angel was in your room, just enough for you to be huddled up in the back of a taxi, seething and headed straight to valentino’s exact whereabouts.

you had no idea what you were going to do once you got there, your nails were practically drawing blood with how hard you were digging them into your thighs. fuck valentino.

both angel and alastor would be livid if they knew what you were doing but you know your boyfriend wouldn't have helped. too sloppy and reckless. how dare you let your emotions control you?

you pull up at the place, 'consent' written above the disheveled building, how unfitting for valentino. you couldn't help but roll your eyes.

taking a deep breath, you walk into the bar, a wave of pink tinted smoke radiating lust and floating hearts in the air being the first thing that hits you. composing yourself, you sigh, storming straight for the source.

" VALENTINO!" you screech amongst the crowds of bodies, "we need to fucking talk."

almost immediately, a pathway clears through the smoke and array of sinners, a smug looking pimp following through "now who the fuck do you think you-" he stops. "oh," now he’s smirking, "you’re alastor's little bitch, and a friend of that worthless whore i own."

"his name is angel dust." you spat.

"excuse me?" annoyance evident in his voice.

"I said his name is angel dust, are you deaf as well as blind?"

val clicks his tongue, “i’ll let the sass slide just this once out of courtesy for angel,” he trails, "you know,” he pauses, taking you in, “you're quite a pretty little thing, aren't you?" you scoff, of course the snarky bastard is hitting on you. "such a shame to be wasted with that prude radio demon," you shot him a warning glare. this is not what you came here for.

val leaned closer to your ear and brought his voice to a whisper, testing your patience, "if you were with me, at least id fucking touch you-"

SLAP. you hit him, the harsh noise echoing causing everyone to fall silent, their eyes following the sound to you.

“why you little bi-“

val had barely any time to react or even form a thought other than rage and a balled fist before a gush of wind and red essence placed itself in front of you. protecting you.

alastor. shit.

gradually spawning in, his deer horns protruding, long limbs and black whips growing, eyes glazed over with hatred and that eery sharp toothed smile that always adorned his face.

“i hope you weren’t about to lay your filthy hands on her,” the demonic sound of alastors voice stilling you.

he was scary like this, very few times had you seen his demon form, but never as raw and uncontrolled as this. alastor hated losing his composure, especially in front of you.

"did I make bambi mad?" valentino’s condescending voice broke you from your trance.

a quick look from alastor, his eyes softening by a touch, just for you, had you back to being grounded, he was still your al.

“my doe, would you be a doll and wait outside for me? we’ll discuss your silly little adventure after my arthropod entrée.” he begun, voice heavily static and his tongue darting across his lips. “my little lady should not have to see what I'm about to do to you," he finished, redirecting his attention toward the purple demon.

the last thing you saw before you left was the puff of valentino’s wings as he prepared to fight alastor. “this is for my sweet girl and angel dust.”

oh, val is definitely dead.

A/N : what do we think!!! please share your thoughts!! this is basically free therapy for me after what ep 4 made me feel

#mine ♡#⁺˳✧༚ dolly’s drabbles #hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel alastor #hazbin alastor #alastor x reader #alastor x you #alastor altruist #hazbin hotel valentino #hazbin valentino

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dervampireprince · 2 years

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Alright splitting this into two because I want this to have some structure hehe (dont worry, all good things)

Firstly

I have no idea what black butler is or who this sebastian man is but the new audio good LORD. The self discovery epiphany I just had.. and so gender affirming.. hhhhh. Thank you. So so so much. Because you've officially made my day and honestly? I have no idea who sebastian is but I will gladly. GLADLY. Listen to more. You. Are. Amazing. And you're doing the transmasc lord's work

And secondly

Silco's back!!! YESSSS. The way I jumped up in excitement. I love every silco audio you do. And I'm so proud of you for posting it considering.. yknow. As I said, doing the lord's work. Also I would just like to say that if you ever made a silco x male reader anything I'd just.. ascend into heaven. But no pressure!

You

Are

Amazing

- shy Scottish transmasc 🏴󠁧󠁢󠁳󠁣󠁴󠁿

aww well black butler's an anime i was into when i was 13 so it's been nostalgic to go back too, voicing sebastian has been really fun. smug bastard that he is. i have plans to a silco x male listener, i do really want too, i have a note on my desk of all the audio ideas i want to do next and there's... 10 ideas on there... and i want to do them all and be able to post them all right now for everyone to listen to right now but... that's not possible 😅 so i just have to work my way through them, but it is something i want to do

thank you!

#the vampire answers #a shy scottish transmasc

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thotsforvillainrights · 3 years

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*crashes into inbox* PLEASE tell me your thoughts on the rest of the liberation gang you're writing is so good and I've been wondering if you'd write for them after the anime episode! If you don't wanna answer to avoid spoilers tho that's cool cuz I get it can be hard to explain opinions on characters without them

I have honest thoughts on everyone so far and I’m actually hoping I can get a good spot on their personality so far! Forgive my language because I’m about to spill it just how I feel it

~Geten~

-I’ve been writing about him for such a while now just by going off of instinct and descriptions everyone has given me. So long that I have my own opinion formed about what he was supposed to do and sound like. That’s why when I saw him for the first time today I said “Sheeeeeesh.” His voice is a so much hotter than I thought it would be in sub so I’m wondering how he’ll sound dubbed. I hope deeply he’s an adult like how I’ve been perceiving him for a LONG while and not a minor. I still have no idea if they’ll ever state his age or what. So I’ve been trying to tread lightly when it comes to simping. Beside that, I had no idea he can pull Ice from other places and use it! I thought he just shoots that shit out like Rei or Todoroki or something. All in all, he’s still my baby

~Curious~

-First thoughts: “Maaan what a bitch.” She’s such a bitch to me but I think my opinion is biased because I love Toga so much. Aside from that, I really love her! She gives me those ‘gaslight, gatekeep, girlboss’ vibes yknow? Like I feel like she’s a mean girl but she gives me such accomplished and confident vibes. It’s hard for me to hate her and love her at the same time. I’m 99% sure someone is going to ask me to make a scenario of her pegging someone soon. Also, I love her character design! The next time I feel nervous about ordering my own food or going to the doctor by myself, I’ll just take her confidence and smugness to my own self. At least that’s what I gathered from seeing her for only one episode. Sucks what happened but let’s pretend it didn’t, and that she had more screen time

~Destro (or ReDesto or whatever)~

-I hate this little bastard man. I’m not joking. I’m not kidding around. I hate him so much. I would literally pay money to snap his stupid little nose in half like a carrot. I used to wonder in the Naruto fandom why so many people just hated Sakura so much for seemingly no reason. I couldn’t understand it because I never had a character in anime that was like that for me. Now I know. Now I know what it’s like to hate a character for no reason. He looks like the type of person that clicks their teeth together extra hard when they talk. He looks like the fucking Lucky Charms mascot. I cannot stand him and I wish the worst on him. Now that I’m done ranting about him, I will make sure to put my everything into writing him. Despite my opinions, I will write for him as if I love him because I want to make sure his stans feel comfortable here too! It’s only fair that I contribute to the Destro content for everyone. This I swear!

~Skeptic~

-Is he like a Gorillaz fan or something? He looks like the average Gorillaz fan. I feel like I’m in the middle with him. Like for some off reason he’s kinda cute but at the same time eh...Anyway, I think his puppet quirk is really cool and DAMN that boy be on his shit when it comes to watching people or whatever. I still don’t have a whole bunch to go off when it comes to his personality but I think I can get something cooking for him like I did for Geten back then. I heard from some of my friends that they cut a lot of stuff from the manga in the anime for this arc so maybe that mean I wont get to see too much more for him. Either way, I kinda look forward to writing for him yknow?

~Whoever the fuck this is~

They didn’t even give bro a name yet...not as far as I know. I guess it’s trumpet or something? Goggle said it was trumpet. I haven’t added him to the list yet because He hasn’t spoken even a little bit since the arc started. The man is kinda fine as hell ngl, but he’s giving me very serious 👇🏼 vibes.

(Welp that’s about it! Thanks for asking me because I was very ready to talk to someone about it lol)

#Mun speaks #meta liberation army #liberation army #mla #bnha #mha #boku no hero academia #my hero academia

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itskatastrophe-x · 3 years

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Unhealthy Competition (CH1) c!Punz x Reader

The enemies to lovers fic has turned into more than one chapter so fuck it more than one chapter!!! Here’s the first one :3

TRIGGER WARNINGS!!! : Blood, death, suicide, swearing

Word count : 1,540

Chapter 1 , Chapter 2

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Competition was always your favorite thing about your job. There were two other people you had to fight with for power in the SMP constantly, and somehow you always came out on top. There were few occasions where one of the others would beat you to a kill, and you took pride in that. You had travelled to the SMP a handful of months back on a mission, and decided to stay since a lot of these people seemed wealthy, and you were right. The payout for jobs was astronomical compared to your homeland, so you stayed. You honed your skills and became the best damn mercenary they had ever had here. You had jobs to kill kings in far off kingdoms, regular townsfolk, and even take out towns. You had quickly climbed the ranks and hoarded your wealth, making a base deep in the woods away from everyone else to keep the illusion of being bottom rung. There were moments where you would come in contact with the other two mercs, sparring on those rare meetings. Other times, you would meet at a kill and have to fight for the right to take the kill. Those moments were terrifying, but almost every time you won. Most of the time it would be against the kid that went by the name Purpled. He was agile and quiet, good in the shadows and dark areas. He was a silent killer, made perfect to be an assassin.

Even more rarely, you would have to fight the other man, Punz. He was just below you in rank, and he was more likely to steal kills. He flaunted his wealth and power and had a large plot of land in the main lands of the SMP, surrounded by tall, dark walls. He was arrogant and selfish and all he cared about was money and bragging. He loved the praise that came with the power, and that annoyed the hell out of you, so each time you beat him, you couldn’t help but to be as cocky as him, wearing a smug smirk with your axe pressed against his throat. There was one day where you were sparring with him, both covered in blood and bruises, swearing back and forth at each other, and you ended up pushing him against a tree. His head flew back against the sturdy bark, making him see stars as he went down. You took that opportunity to snatch the dumb gold chain he always wore, and before he had the chance to even stand up, you stashed it away in an ender chest and took off. You felt like that knocked him down a few pegs, but now you couldn’t sleep.

So here you are, sitting at the edge of your bed, eyes wide open in the dead of night listening to the sounds of crackling and the smell of smoke. The forest around you had been set on fire while you were asleep, and you knew it had to be Punz. Who else knew where you lived? Him, and only because he stumbled across your little lodge once trying to escape a really bad storm. It was awkward and he was angry the whole time that you had been so hospitable. And now your lodge was in danger. You packed as much as you could before the fire reached you, opened a hatch under your small house, and jumped in. You had hoped you wouldn’t have to use your escape, seeing as it went all the way to bedrock and was a dangerous route, but it had to be done. You were surrounded by fire and you knew there was no way through it. The fall lasted about ten seconds before you hit a pool of water and swam back up. The area around you was small and cramped. There were a couple chests lining the walls, brewing stands, a small emergency farm, and tunnels leading in every direction. You had spent almost every waking second to dig under everything possible. A tunnel leading to every major destination in the SMP possible. What you didn’t expect to see, though, was Punz sprinting full speed at you from the direction of L’Manburg. It took you a second to gather what was happening, but when it hit you, you climbed out of the pool and ran to a chest, pulling out a potion of invisibility, and chugging the bitter liquid. Seconds later, you were completely invisible, eliciting swearing from the man halfway to you now.

“You pussy, get out here and fight me,” he yelled, still sprinting towards you. You snuck to the tunnel heading west, making sure to press yourself as far against the wall as you could, hoping you could just melt with the cool deepslate behind you. “I did my research, bitch,” he spat as he made it to the main room. “While you were hiding away, I was learning everything about you. You really shouldn’t have pissed me off. Do you not know how I was the top dog before you even got here? I helped put that powerful, green bastard in prison. I killed some of the most wealthy, powerful people you couldn’t even touch.” He stood there, listening, so you stopped your movement, hoping he wouldn’t hear your shallow breaths. To your surprise, he started off in the opposite direction, still yelling. “Two can play at that game,” he yelled, pulling out a potion of his own. Fear finally sank in as he disappeared. The last thing to fade was his face as he turned around and smirked. He knew. And now you were fucked.

You took off running, weaving through the hundreds of tunnels you had dug. You had every path memorized down to the pebble just in case something like this happened, but he said about research so he must know too. You stopped at another small room and stood there for a second. “I know every movement,” his voice echoed to you. You were surrounded by his voice and it sent chills down your spine. “I told you I did research,” he said. “You fucked with the wrong merc,” his voice came from behind you. You could feel his breath against your neck and slowly, the freezing metal of a weapon came to your throat. He had you pinned and there was nothing you could do about it. You shivered at the touch of netherite and the warmth of another person behind you, unable to see anything.

“Yknow, at first I thought it would be fun to let you keep running, but killing you right now would be a lot more fun. Sending you back to spawn while you lose everything you own. Now, give it back.” His voice was laced with anger, but somehow it was playful. You couldn’t lie to yourself, the man was hot. But you were competitors and merc life wasn’t easy. But the thought crossed your mind relentlessly about a life you could have with him. You wouldn’t dare admit it out loud. “What if I didn’t,” you retorted, keeping up the playful atmosphere. The blade dug farther into your throat, now drawing blood and bringing tears to your eyes. “Oh sweetheart, you really aren’t in the position to deny me what you stole.” Slowly, your body came back into view, the potion finally wearing off. You smirked and scoffed at him, relaxing against the blade. “Now, what kind of mercenary would I be if I admit that I lost? Why would I give up right here?” You slipped your hand into your pocket carefully, the smooth surface of gold hitting your fingers. He slowly came to your vision. His potion wearing off as well. The large netherite axe in front of you held to your throat was intimidating. The surface was scratched and chipped from years of use. It dug farther, making it hard to breathe.

In one swift move, you wrapped your hand around the totem in your pocket and pushed against the sharp blade, effectively killing yourself. The shock on his face was the last thing you saw before things went black. Seconds later, on the floor, light rushed back and you saw the man standing over you in complete horror. You had taken him off guard and that gave you enough time to get up, set tnt down, and run off. The explosion was deafening but you kept running, zigzagging. You pulled out a lever and placed it against the wall, flipping it to reveal a secret door that blended in perfectly with the rest of the stone. You took the lever, entered the door, placed it on the other side, and closed it all in ten seconds. You ran down the hall. Up some stairs, and to a small pool of water. You pulled out your trident from your inventory and positioned yourself to fly up the small tunnel up. It took you multiple times and multiple stops to get to the surface, and the full moon greeted you happily. The woods in the distance gave off an eerie glow as they burned. You smiled, pleased with yourself, and ran off in the direction of your secret hideaway through the nether.

#dream smp #dsmp #mcyt #punz #punz x reader #c!punz #mercenary #possibly triggering #triggering themes #death #minecraft #x reader #reader insert #dsmp fanfic #lore #roleplay

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stargaze-art · 3 years

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The Magnus Archives - Incorrect Quotes (5)

This special episode is dedicated to "The Characters as Incorrect Quotes Their VAs and Friends Have Said"

Spoilers most likely. We'll have fun with this.

Jon: so uh-- I've got a couple of problems, hold on

Tim: yes, yes you do

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Tim: should we explain to him for next time?

Everyone else: yeah sure yeah

Martin: NO! We either play to win or don't play it at all!

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Martin: Wow, Jonathan 'anti-dramatic timing' Sims, good job

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Jon: *starts rambling* i-- uh-- click-- i uh-- fuck--

Martin: USE YOUR WORDS, JON

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Martin during the apocalypse: this is what you get when you put a bunch of people who are faking it till they make it into a situation where they CAN'T FAKE IT

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Jon: I'm going to get rid of this so we can try it again

Jon: *does the right thing*

Jon: oh no, I've accidentally succeeded

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*during MAG200*

Martin: What is going on

Georgie: we kind of let him do it by himself, he's gonna fail don't worry

Martin, visibly worried: no it sounds like he's succeeding

Melanie: What?

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Sasha: Oh! I do understand now--

Tim: Yknow what? I don't mind having gotten it wrong a million times beca--

Martin: I DO, WHAT'S HAPPENING?

Jon: :)

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Martin: I have stale water, so we're all having a great time

Melanie: Oooh! Because last time it was putrid water, so that's a real upgrade now, Martin

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Martin: I can't see Jon's face but I'm assuming he's got a shit-eating grin right now

Melanie: oh he's a smug bastard

Jon: I mean you know me very well

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anyway I'll post more as time goes on but I'm hyperfixating

#tma #the magnus archives #sometimes they need to play games instead of deal with an apocalypse #i refuse to play into the ass discourse #so I'm giving these for fun #we we robbed of the happy archives #anyway here's keep talking and nobody explodes #jonny's a smug bastard #alex is feral as well #rusty quill #rusty quill gaming

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dykeceit · 4 years

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janus' playlist not-really-analysis just me screaming

so first of all this whole playlist absolutely SLAPS, its the first side playlist that's just my taste and it doesnt surprise me that it's janus' bc of course it is i am absolutely 100% more attracted to him now somehow,

im absolutely not okay and this isn't gonna be articulate in any way but i. have to.

1. black hole sun

???hes sad?? apparently its about depression with some sexy snake metaphors....maybe hes just sad in general or he misses virgil. also postmodern jukebox hell yeah

2. it seemed the better way

this feels like it could be about patton or like thinking one thing and then realizing its not true ig could be that w society in general or people...him developing his trust issues possibly "i better hold my tongue, i better take my place" or like oh the other sides hate me ig ill be a villain then...

3. anywhere

janus sanders says fuck capitalism!

4. talking at the same time

eat the rich,,,virgil left me:(

5. all the good girls go to hell

he's needed and the others are starting to realize it. hes quite smug abt it "my turn to ignore ya, don't say i didn't warn ya" damn right boy

6. denial

he blasted this song after svs while crying "please don't turn the light out, i don't think the conversation's over" he had to wait almost a year but he finally got to continue that conversation,, "i know where you'd wanna go, oh i do, but do you?"

7. trust in me

i mean yeah sexxy snake moment right here

8. razzle dazzle

so obviously its just his aesthetic tm but the lyrics...are the jabs at roman or himself, perhaps both? i never took him to be very insecure but that's a possibility

9. when the chips are down

basically his speech about society in svs and how he doesn't want thomas to be disadvantaged in it

10. mandy goes to med school

uhhh yeah who knows there's a bit of a i know what im doing jk vibe going on and Doing Harm but the thing itself is necessary to Have yknow right to abortions its just theyre not legal so hes doing them illegally and apparently two ppl died from them so not great,,"my partner brian" at the end made me think of remus tbh "hes a nice man, thoroughly reliable, he's in a rock band" kinda gives off the vibe of eh yeah hes totally reliable lmao dw tho, so basically what im taking from this is dukeceit is canon thanks for coming to my ted talk

11. i put a spell on you

i mean its definetely his Vibes but idk if its @ anyone specifically...could be virgil, could be roman, maybe thomas himself...its a vengeful kinda song, hes like fuck you you're listening to me now im done you treating me like shit

12. evil night together

so aside from this being an extremely hot song its def dukeceit vibes as in they'd both like it but the hero part as others have pointed out is giving out major roceit vibes and thomas and co know this those bastards

13. cabaret: don't tell mama

im assuming this is more of a..this is what he likes to listen to plus its about secrecy which is his thing but i guess "mama" could be someone in particular as well, and/or he could be singing it to someone in particular...

14. you're a cad

bruh. first of i loved this song already secondly iM SORRY THOMAS WHAT ARE YOY IMPLYING HERE like first i was like this isn't abt Him right that wouldn't make sense so is it about...virgil...well ofc it is bruh what the fuck bro....im loving this bc its casting virgil in an unsympathetic light and i love that shit but also its revealing janus still Feels quite a lot for him and idk how to feel abt this i. the part of me that still loves anxceit is screaming and the part of me that hates virgil is also screaming they haven't stopped for a minute-

15. as far as i can see

so dukeceit vibes possibly virgil reference since he "went down the staircase" to his spot,,so basically he and remus maybe virgil and orange too like pushing ppl down the stairs bc they feel unheard

16. criminal

this is where the angst train rly starts choo choo....so. who is he singing about here. my god i want it to be roman so bad but it Could be virgil...which would imply he thinks he's wronged him somehow which would mean virgil has a more valid reason to dislike him and I Don't Like That. but whoever hes singing about is clearly important to him... "he's all i knew of love" bro....that's just screaming virgil right i dont like it op...basically he feels guilty for smth and to be "redeemed". he clearly doesn't need redemption from his canon actions so far, and he hasn't acted like he regrets any of them, which is making me think its abt smth in his past buut maybe he does feel bad for manipulating roman now bc he realized how hurt roman was and thats what i wanna believe it's about ok roceit rights except roman youre a bitch apologise

17. change

this made me fucking lose it bro im still losing it ive lost it. he's not okay and neither am i....bro i didnt think he'd be so....insecure but....i mean all of them seem to be so...but yeah this song is very,,,i have trust issues and im learning to love again vibes and i am crying while my wig is being ripped cruelly from my head....i choose to interpret this as less like ive been bad uwu i can change and be good now and more as ive been too afraid to care bc im so aware of the harm it can do to me but i realized its worth it so im trying now....and i think that's beautiful

18. devil in the details

hes telling thomas to Just Do It. he "made amends in the general sense" but "the devil's in the details" and he "knows the cause" and "wants to stop" but he "just can't do it". this seems kinda like more virgil angsty times for me or maybe the cause is just him being...him and just being well i cant stop being my function so...but he sees it as The Reason theres still animosity even if hes "made amends".

19. come little children

first i was like bruh its a bop but y is it here. but the lyrics are basically repeating how horrible the world is, "murdering beauty and passion", and the singer doesnt have to be killing or kidnapping the kids maybe its just a friendly fae helping some abused kids yknow you never know...basically fae!janus confirmed i know you have connections with them thomas i know you do

20. into the unknown

i like that this is short it kinda feels like hes coming to say okay im done bye after this whole musical that is his playlist. i am ashamed to say im not familiar w the plot of over the garden wall but someone said smth abt killing kids. well yknow how it is sometimes...but yeah very sexy, very fae, i will stan forever etc.

#janus sanders #deceit sanders #roceit #dukeceit #sanders sides #idk bro im losing it #i love him and his music taste #basically all the songs are hot

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og-danny-dorito · 4 years

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Don't Fear The Reaper : FRANK CASTLE X READER

{ A/N :

This was done as my take on the prompt provided by @sparkingstoryinspiration (https://sparkingstoryinspiration.tumblr.com/post/189917527227/write-a-story-including-a-set-of-three-things#_=_). This is sort of short considering I'm mainly just trying to test out my writing again, although I may do a part two if someone seems interested enough. I asked people to choose and they chose #1) an old classic, a headache, blushing cheeks. Basically I'm reusing my favorite scenario, “Buff Sad Bad Mercenary Man Gets Medical Care From Sweet Person Who Likes Them For Some Reason”. Anyway, please enjoy this little Frank Castle x Reader thing I put together that is in no way shape or form a piece of quality.

- Danny ✌🏼👽 }

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A pain throbs on the side of his head, sending shock waves down his neck at every slight bump in the music that the speaker produces. He can feel his spine relaxing into the padding of the couch, head falling back as he feels his muscles tense at the feeling of much warmer skin against his own.

You've known each other since you were kids, and ever since you found out you lived fairly close by, you visited one another considerably more often than the years where he was in the military and you were off doing your own thing after he left. To find that his new occupation was a justice-handie-outie-guy (a name which he hated, but you could see the dumb grin when you said it to him in a mocking or joking way) was more than a surprise, and yet you hadn't expected much less after he told you how it came to be.

You decided to act as a shoulder for him to lean on from that day forth, a crutch, if you will, for when he needed it. For old times’ sake partially, but for other reasons as well. Often times, he didn't take the crutch when he had to, which earned him very long lectures about how he should take care of himself because other people cared about him. Apparently your most recent lecture, which was two weeks ago, didn't get through his thick skull well enough.

The stitches on his arm are more neatly done than when you had done them the first time, considering he only needs five and he seems to be much less nervous with you near an open wound. You'd give yourself the victory of having gotten them to be laid down neatly enough to seem almost like they were done by a real doctor. Well, you just hope they'll function like a doctors' stitches, anyway. You wouldn't want him bleeding all over the place like he had before; even though this old apartment was beyond saving, you at least wanted to keep it clean.

"So let me get this straight-” Frank rolls his eyes, seeming to raise a brow at you. You're glancing up at him now, vaguely interested in what he has to say. “-you walked in without a plan, and walked out with 10 dead bodies to add to the count and more potential scars too?", you ask, almost disapprovingly. The beginning of 'Don't Fear The Reaper' by Blue Ouster Cult seemed to soon fade into the air, causing you to bop your head and mouth the lyrics as you reached for a patch to place on his arm. A bit ironic, but you don't have much to fear around Frank. Under all the muscle he's really thoughtful. At least thoughtful enough to take his shoes off at the door.

While you appreciated the gesture, you sure it's excusable when he's bleeding out.

He grunts in response, his arm draped over his eyes as he extends his right arm to you and uses the left one to prop himself up on the couch as soon as you're done with the patch. Rolling your eyes at the stubborn grunt he gives, you place a few light fingers on the wound below his ribs, causing him to flinch a little. Your eye flickers up in a wave of concern, although he seems to avoid eye contact, embarrassed a bit.

I mean, this isn't the first time he ended up on your couch in need of medical attention, nor is it the first time you had seen him half naked and/or basically fully naked. But you understand why he feels embarrassed when he flinches or seemes uncomfortable with something. "...I didn't have much time to make a plan."

You raise your head at the statement, seeming to look at him with a small smile. He looks you in the eyes for a split second, both of his arms moving to rest on the seat of your couch to pull himself up a bit more. You have to admit that he's toned as fuck, and considering the happy trail that you notice he hadn't gotten rid of had grown a bit more made you feel a little like you shouldn't be watching so intently. Is that weird? I mean, if you see someone naked enough times you start to notice shit, and you can't help but feel grateful that his tshirt was technically ripped to bits by now from knife wounds. Not...that you wanted him to have knife wounds. What are you even thinking about?

With a grin, you raise a brow and turn the music down a little. Your hands are sort of small compared to his chest, he notices, and your skin feels soft against his, although they may be scarred in some places. It's soothing- more soothing that patching himself up. But he wouldn't say that out loud. "They spotted you, or did they know you were coming?", you ask, placing a bandage on the laceration (you looked up what that meant the other day, and just thinking about the word made you feel pretty fucking smart). Frank sighs, his head rolling back. His neck extends to show where he hasn't shaved in a while. Something must be catching up to him lately, usually he'd at least groom himself.

"I was sloppy and didn't cover my tracks." The response is half-sigh, and his voice rumbles in his throat. He feels the soreness building up from the intense conditions he had undergone earlier. Turns out it doesn't matter how fit you are; if you fight 10 guys on your own you still end up getting sore after it's over. Humans are designed pretty stupidly, at least that's what's he's thinking now. "How so? I'm assuming you mean you didn't get all dressed in spy gear or they saw you on their fancy cameras-" "You remember that one time when you got into the makeup drawer in my mom's bathroom and then forgot to sweep up the footprints in the powder all over the floor?"

You suddenly feel your face heat up, your eyes narrowing as you give a pointed glare at him. You can feel the embarrassment going through your body as you roll your eyes, glancing at him. He's grinning like a smug bastard, although that isn't far from what he is. "It's not like you to get all sentimental on me, big guy; you getting soft?" The weak rebuttal gains a snort from him, and in turn you laugh a little and shake your head.

There are a few moments of silence that pass between you as he lay there, and for a good few moments you aren't sure whether he's asleep or not. But his occasional movement to check your progress leads you to believe that he’s only half asleep. Frank focuses on the touch of your skin against his. The gentleness of your hands is surprising regardless of your often harsh words. Your breathing stops when you were focused; something he noticed a while ago. That and you looked really cute when you were very focused on something. The music starts to have that's segment where it has the guitar solo, and you seem a little caught up in it before opening your mouth to speak.

"Look, Frank...", you start, avoiding eye contact by focusing on his abdomen. He can feel himself sighing a little. "Another lecture, doc? I'll wait a good few days before I get myself into trouble again." Frank looks down to see you smile and snort a little. "Well that too, but I wanted to let you know...that you can come here for whatever." You sit up, looking him in the eyes. It seems to only just now restrict him that you are not in fact his hip size, and now that you're eye level he feels much more tense. But not enough to run. "It doesn't just need to be when you're hurt or like...- yeah. Anything you need I got it for you, man.", you say, placing a hand on his uninjured shoulder.

The song had long since died out to another one that he isn't sure of, causing him to feel a slight unease in not being able to predict which beats and notes will come next. He'd never liked unpredictability, but he's almost certain that he can't avoid it. You soon look down from staring at his unchanging facial expression with a grin, but this one seems more...sad. If that's the word for it. More dismal. "Is it cool if I uh-"

He clears his throat after the failed statement, causing you to raise your head with a slight look of surprise. "Is it cool if I spend the night? Might not wanna- yknow -walk with stitches in my leg..." The excuse seems to be satisfying enough to you, and you grin. Nodding, you slowly stand up. Aw shit- you're kinda cute when you smile- "Yessir it is, but be careful if you wanna take a shower because the cat likes to sit in there whenever someone's in the room.", you respond, running a hand over your head. You leave the room in pursuit of leftovers, causing him to feel a moment of clenching tightness in his chest.

Shit, he might be getting soft.

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ambersky0319 · 5 years

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"The Incident"

So this was gonna be angst and then I turned it into fluff and I just shdhdhfhfb idk this happened and I don't really hate it

Pairing : Intruloceit

Warnings : Sympathetic Logan, Deceit and Remus ; (Implied)Unsympathetic Patton and Virgil, (Implied)Morally gray Roman

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Remus uncurled himself from Deceit's side as logic himself rose up from the floor. Or, did he just appear? Remus really could care less. He bounced off the couch, out of Deceit's arms and he clung onto Logan.

He could feel the anger bubbling just under Logan's skin, and he grabbed logic's hands, giving them a reassuring squeeze- or as reassuring as far as Remus goes- before plopping back onto the couch and dragging Logan with him. Logan huffed lightly as he was sandwiched between the two darker sides, and he leaned his head back, tension already leaving his muscles.

"What happened this time?" Deceit inquired, beginning to work out the knots from Logan's hair. His ungloved fingers massaged Logan's scalp as he worked, and Logan could only melt into his touches. Remus snuggled into his side like he had been with Deceit, except now he was playing with Logan's hand and drumming his fingers on Logan's thigh.

"They just- they never listen! Even when I know I'm right, they know I'm right, they still just shove me to the side. Am I, am I doing something wrong? I'm literally logic, shouldn't- shouldn't I be listened to at the very least?"

Deceit brushed his hand along Logan's cheek lightly, brushing away a few stray tears. "You aren't doing anything wrong!" Remus piped up, looking up at Logan with a surprisingly calm smile. "My brother and his friends- they're all dense. And they usually refuse to see all sides to something." Remus grumbled out the last sentence, instead focusing again on playing with Logan's hands.

Logan furrowed his brow slightly. "How do you mean?"

"Well, this wouldn't have been the first time they ignored common sense or very needed facts." Deceit answered, fingers leaving Logan's hair to rest his arm around Logan's shoulders. "And I think what Remus means is, they're incredibly stubborn. To the point where it's hard to reason with them. We're all like that, but the others... especially Patton and Virgil, seem to be far less keen on letting themselves be persuaded. They don't like to lose control."

Logan thought back to the last couple of days. All the times he'd brought up an idea that contradicted something either the moral or anxious side suggested, any time Thomas started to listen to him, and every time he just outright called them out on their shit. He'd been shut down every single time, Patton and Virgil seeming to band together and convince Thomas on what he should really do.

And Roman was at least a bit better, but even just today 9 of Logan's ideas were pushed aside in favor of Roman's wild adventure.

"Teach, you need to take it easy." Logan flinched at how Remus' breath hit his ear, cringing at the feeling. Remus laughed lightly into Logan's shoulder, beginning to press kisses to Logan's exposed skin. Remus was still rubbing Logan's hand, and Logan forced himself to unclemch his fist.

"I'll set up some movies, alright. Get your mind off some things. Remus and I could always come and back you up, yknow?"

Logan smiled sadly, tilting his head to press a kiss to Deceit's cheek. "I'd love that, but they really can't know we're all together."

Remus whined lightly. "I hate hiding it, every time I come and visit I just wanna hold you tight and squeeze the life out of you while I smother you in kisses." He intertwined their fingers, raising their interlocked hand to his lips. Remus placed a gentle kiss to Logan's knuckles. "When do you think we'll be able to actually come around and surprise you with affection?"

Deceit sent Remus a warning look. "Now isn't really the time," he said softly. Remus huffed as Logan chuckled slightly.

"No, he's right. I... I admit it feels awful most of the day without you both. I don't think now's a good time but... maybe another week or so. Can you last that long?" Logan gave one of his boyfriends a teasing smirk, and Remus bolted up, a grin spreading across his face.

"Uh, fuck yes I can!" Remus clung to Logan once more as Deceit laughed, standing to go fetch some snacks. "I can't wait to be able to come and be your knight in shining armor when your foes dare to even look at you in a terrible manner!"

Logan rolled his eyes, giving Remus a fond smile. "Yes, I cannot wait for that to happen too."

"He's not allowed to kill anyone!" Deceit called from the kitchen, and Remus went back to pouting.

"But Dee!" Remus whined, slumping against Logan.

"Nope! We are not having another o-eight incident!"

"It won't be o-eight! It'll be different!"

Deceit waltzed back into the living room, setting down their assortment of snacks and he flicked on the t.v. before nestling into Logan's opposite side.

"It will most certainly turn into o-eight. You're not allowed to kill anyone."

Remus huffed and Logan laughed lightly. It felt like a weight lifted off his shoulders as he sunk into the couch cusions. And if he spent more time listening to Deceit and Remus' recounted of the Incident of 08 instead of watching the movie, no one pointed it out. Not when Logan was grinning ear to ear as Deceit wore a smug grin and Remus an embarrassed blush.

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somuchbetterthanthat · 4 years

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It’s funny cause on my first listen of TMA i was first very casual about it, then i was devouring it so fast I was not paying much attention to details and can’t remember much of what my exact emotions were listening to it;; but there are a few things i still recall firmly:

- i made my first post about Martin Blackwood and how much I loved him after ep22. Incidentally, it’s also then I stopped thinking there was going to be a jonmartin romance, cause obviously Jon was an Old and Martin basically The Young One who wanted to Impress his Mentor-like figure. (Jon, billions of episodes later ‘i’m thirty’ me: excuse me what)

- I latched on Sasha and loved her so much and was so sad about her death. (Also knew nothing of the creative team, so got put out that the one lady character had died at the time)

- Definitely thought for a while they were going to make Jon/Basira a thing

- Was baffled and confused by Georgie for so many episodes. As i said, hadn’t stopped enough for details

- FELL COMPLETELY AND NEVER GOT UP for Smug Bastard ‘Telepath’ Elias Bouchard when he confronted Daisy that first time. Was cemented in my love by ep 92.

- ‘she’s your only anchor left to humanity’ -> moment i went ‘oh. Daisy/Basira is a Thing. I love.’

- ‘jon’s ace and Martin has a crush on him’ -> me, waking up from two seasons and a half daze on not thinking one bit about jonmartin: WAIT WHAT

- the first time I listened to the Unknowning i literally understood nothing of what was happening. At all. And actually, yknow, makes sense when u think about it. Goes well with the theme.

Anyway i don’t know why i am saying all that but basically it sort of amuses me that the clearest moment i’ve got from my first listen is me telling my best friend ‘oh shit i love him’ when Elias started to go full Evil

I’m a joke

#to be fair i was really really upset about sasha #there is a reason ep 39and 92 are so dear to me #the magnus archives #nobody cares but i like hearing myself talk sometimes

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irrealisms · 4 years

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Anonymous 002: Jon/Elias?

oh FUCK YEAH anon thank you for enabling me

002 | send me a ship and I will tell you:

when or if I started shipping it: end of season 2, beginning of season 3?

my thoughts: Best When Dubcon. “noncon but jon thinks it’s his fault” and “consensual but Yikes” are both good too but sometimes you just really want to dig into tma’s theme of choice and what it means, you know? you are making these choices--but you don’t know what they mean, and you don’t have many good options. choice is important, but it’s rarely free. when jon said “I never chose this” and Elias said “You never wanted this, no, but you absolutely did choose it”? That’s their dynamic. Jon doesn’t want this, but he did choose it, on some level.

What makes me happy about them: ‘happy’ feels like a weird word to apply? I am happy about many of the things that make me sad about them but, like..... this is not a fluffy ship. i guess i’ll go with “the way their dynamic is weirdly reminiscent of hannigram” bc i imprinted on hannigram at the age of 13 and am now delighted whenever i see anything even remotely similar.

What makes me sad about them: .......everything? is ‘everything’ an answer? the grooming, where s1 jon actually genuinely looks up to and respects elias! the way jon goes to him for comfort right after elias has framed him for murder! the way jon accepts elias’s victim-blaming at face value every single time! the constant casual dehumanization of jon! the way elias is protective while also actively and constantly arranging for jon to be in danger! jon believing that nobody else could love a monster like him!

things done in fanfic that annoys me: fluff and happy endings. i knoooow, i’m awful, but this is just my personal taste speaking here. bittersweet endings are great, but neither “jon and elias are uncomplicatedly happy together” nor “and then the archives crew all got together and killed elias” do it for me, i guess?

things I look for in fanfic: ‘creator chose not to use archive warnings’, ‘rape/non-con’, ‘dubious consent’, ‘unhealthy relationship’, etc. if i were here for a healthy relationship i’d go for literally any other relationship!

My kinks: "my archivist”. fanon-typical elias worshipping jon. beholding kink, in like 20 different ways. elias being a smug, manipulative, mind-reading bastard of a man. jon enjoying things sometimes and hating himself for it. DUBCON with COMPLICATED FEELINGS.

Who I’d be comfortable them ending up with, if not each other: hahaha PLEASE do not let them end up together. jonmartin, obviously. “end up with” is not quite the term i feel for lonelyeyes but yknow.

My happily ever after for them: bold of you to assume that i want either of them to have a happily ever after.

#tma #Anonymous

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klimtandbencbatch · 6 years

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Sounds Like a Deal

I promise PROMISE I’m gonna get back to answering prompts, I’ve been in a bit of a writer’s block funk lately, but this came to me in the shower and I had to write it

Hey, I’ve got some new specs on some tech I’m making for you. Come over. TS

There’ll be wine if you say yes ;) TS

Stephen read over the texts again and again as he rode up in the elevator towards Tony’s new penthouse - the man had gotten it a few months back, and had apparently already wheedled and begged and bribed his way to an extension on the apartment (read: bought the ones underneath it), and had tricked it out with a smaller version of his workshop at the compound. He’d invited Stephen over almost completely out of the blue. And while Stephen had initially been ready to say no, he fixated so hard on the winky-face emoji that he found it impossible to decline.

Winky-face. That meant something, right?

Their relationship had shifted from Iron Man and Doctor Strange to something more personable, a bit more intimate. Stephen Strange and Tony Stark hung out occasionally, now. Which, Stephen guessed, it was led to this. Wine and tech specs on a Thursday evening.

He stepped off the elevator as the doors opened with a quiet tinkling of chimes, walking right into Tony’s living room. He smiled, some of his nerves melting away. The man really had an eye for interior design. The place was spacious, but somehow still homey, the modern-ish furniture not too new-age to be alienating. The couch looked especially inviting, but Stephen could already hear music coming from down the newly-installed (according to Tony) spiral staircase.

He headed down, his hands tucked in the pockets of his pants as he made his way towards the sound. He chuckled quietly to himself as he began to recognize it, humming along as he caught sight of Tony’s hair bobbing about behind some holoscreens and projected blue prints.

“Chuck Mangione,” he said as he came in, pointing up towards the ceiling. “Nice choice.”

“Hey, yknow, rock usually does it for me, but this isn't exactly a big - rockets and stuff project, so I figured I’d tone it down. Something more your speed,” Tony answered with a smile, nodding over towards a nearby table. “Dum-E’s got the wine, if you can wrestle it away from ‘im. You’ve got a problem, mister!” he called after the bot as it wheeled across the floor, whirring excitedly and swinging a bottle of shiraz dangerously by the neck.

Stephen laughed, jogging over after the bot and politely working the bottle from its grip. “An even nicer choice,” he murmured, glancing over the label.

“Oh, don't act all sommelier on me,” Tony said, tweaking a few more things with some quick gestures of his hands. “Just pour me a glass. It’s got alcohol in it.”

They began to look over Tony’s plans that he had - a new set of stabilizing gloves for Stephen to use in combat. “I’ve got it so it’s sort of like that Copperfit stuff, or whatever. The Brett Favre commercials.”

“Yeah,” Stephen agreed, looking more closely at the sketch floating in front of him.

“You put it on, and it'll amplify your body’s energy signature. So you'll be stronger, and it’ll help steady your hands in the meantime.”

Stephen made a sound of disbelief, looking over at Tony as the other man sipped from his glass, swirling it and making a face of mock contemplation. “How long have you been working on this?” he asked.

Tony flushed slightly, though Stephen had to scrutinize him pretty hard to pick it out. “Oh, yknow. About a month. Just - everyone else has some sort of stupid tech thing from me. Didn't want the new kid to feel left out.”

“He doesn’t," Stephen assured. “This is - Tony, this is really incredible.”

Tony nodded, his eyes glazed over as he looked at the plans. Suddenly, he snapped his fingers, gesturing up. “Herbie Hancock.”

Stephen paused, listening before a smile broke over his face. “Yeah. Very good.”

Tony looked smug, exaggeratedly holding out his pinky as he downed the rest of his wine. "Well, when you appreciate fine jazz as much as I do…”

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Neither of them were sure how it happened, but another bottle of wine later, they'd made their way upstairs, looking over Tony’s vinyl collection and plopping record after record onto the old player that Tony had in his lounge.

“Oh, wow,” Stephen breathed, pulling one out of the collection with an air of reverence, holding it carefully in his trembling hands. “‘In A Silent Way’. Is this - ?”

“An original, yep,” Tony said, smiling. God, Stephen was cute up close. Strip away all the magic and robes and belts (why so many belts?) and he was a kid in a candy store. Tony could practically see the memories flitting across his face.

“This was the first record I ever bought with my own money,” Stephen laughed. “Damn. It’s in beautiful condition,” he said, sliding it out of its jacket, his mouth slightly agape in awe.

“You got a collection somewhere in that madhouse you call home?” Tony asked, looking around to see where their third bottle had gotten off to.

“…I had one, yeah,” Stephen answered, slowly putting the record back. “I, um. After my accident, I sort of… Lost it. I went nuts looking for a doctor to fix me, any surgeon that would - take me on and make me whole again.” He shook his head, looking down at his hands as they shook slightly, his scarred fingers spread wide. “I sold everything I owned. Most of my watches, all my furniture, my suits, my - my record collection, too. A few of them had been my dad’s, the ones he - managed to buy when he scraped some extra money together.”

Both men were silent for a bit. Tony let the information sink in, making sure to file it away for later. Just before the silence got too awkward, Tony cleared his throat, pulling the album back out and holding it out to Stephen. “Take it.”

“I can't do that,” Stephen said immediately. “It’s an original, Tony, it’s worth - “

“Take a look around you, sweetheart,” Tony said, gesturing to the rather plush lounge they were standing in. “Does money look like it matters to me? I want you to have it. Consider it an investment in your new collection. Something to start with.”

Stephen smiled, laughing a bit. “I - don’t know what to say,” he admitted, his hands closing around the record as he admired the cover again.

“Say you'll come over for a wine night again,” Tony offered, reaching out to place a hand on Stephen’s arm, squeezing gently.

“Do I get to walk away with another record?” Stephen teased.

“Hey, if you play your cards right.”

They shared a laugh for a moment, their eyes holding one another's gaze. Stephen broke first, looking down to appreciate the album in his hands again.

“Thanks, Tony. Seriously. For - the gloves, and the - honestly, for the best night I've had in years,” Stephen sighed, offering Tony a small, genuine smile.

“Hey, any time,” Tony said, finally locating the third bottle. “Ah ha! Now, help me finish this little bastard, and then I'll let you go home.”

Stephen grinned, slipping his new record out of its sleeve and placing it on the player, standing back as the music began to play. "Sounds like a deal.”

#ironstrange #doctor strange #stephen strange #iron man #tony stark #mcu #marvel #jazz music and wine eh boys?#nice #classic #tony giving stephen a record was the thought i had #and it inspired me to write this #ps #they fuck on the couch later

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doublebabyboy · 6 years

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what got7 are like in bed

obv this is just my opinion, i’d happily discuss them w you if youd msg me or send me an ask but yeah

warning: smut (obviously)

mark:

probably a little flustered at first

but the more he warms up to you, the more of a tease he becomes

not exactly a hardcore dom or sub, just a top since he’s pretty lowkey

but would bottom for you if you asked

just likes being on top bc he likes doing all the work

giver > receiver

he gets off on whatever you get off on, not really any major kinks or turn ons on his part, except one i’ll get onto later down the list

knows how crazy his voice can drive you and takes full advantage of it

so therefore; dirty talk

doesn’t really know what to say tho so just focuses on how good you make him feel

“fuck baby you’re so tight” “mmm that feels good”

uses “baby” or “babygirl” a lot

relatively quiet apart from dirty talk, occasional quiet moans

but if you pull his hair he won’t be able to help a louder moan slipping out

now onto the part you’ve been waiting for, his one major turn on:

hickeys

have you fuckign seen his teeth?? his lil canines?? perfect for hickeys im tELLing you

loves marking (pun intended BAD UM TSS) all over your neck, collarbones, and inner thighs

not into like super dark large bruises but more like lots of small lovebites scattered all over the place

the reason why he’s mostly quiet is bc if his mouth isnt whispering dirty things in your ear, its on your skin

doesn’t really have a fav position as long as it gives easy access to your neck

can only go once but can last a looooong time; best at self control apart from jinyoung

pretty needy, doesn’t like vocalizing it tho

so he’d probably try to give you the hint subtly like casually rubbing your inner thigh and giving you that look with dark eyes as he bites his lip subconsciously

usually that’s all it takes but if you decide to tease him he’ll break eventually, he’ll lean close right next to your ear and whisper “please baby,” and move your hand to his bulge and fffuck you can’t resist that

jaebum:

sigh

yall know he’s a daddy

sorry if you dont like the kink but have you seen jaebum,,, hes a daddy

HELLA DOM

might sub for you like once a year but he won’t be a good boy

probably a huge brat that keeps trying to take control again so you’d probably have to handcuff him or physically restrain him from taking over somehow

if not, he will flip you over and fuck you into the mattress for even attempting

but anyways if you dont like daddy he’d settle for master or sir but if you’d rather just use his name he’d still want to be very in control

whatever name you’re using, you’d be screaming it

tells you to be quiet and not make a noise, but actually loves it when you’re vocal, he just tells you off so he can have an excuse to punish you or just tease you and see how far he can push you

loves pushing your limits

groans loudly when you clench around him

dirty talk

“you’re such a good girl for daddy” “don’t make daddy punish you” “i own this pretty little cunt, got it?”

likes marking you where everyone can see, the smug bastard

bondage (giving)

edging!! hes such a tease

orgasm denial if you’re being a brat

will not let you come unless you’re begging

if you come early he’ll rile you up again only to leave you hanging or with a dry orgasm

wants you to be his good girl but enjoys the challenge of a brat

“babygirl” “baby” “kitten” “pet”

prefers giving oral because he likes watching you squirm

makes you cum multiple times from his tongue

won’t deny a blowjob though

threads his hands in your hair and pulls harshly, letting out low grunts

likes to come inside you

jackson:

oh boy

switch but probably won’t be a whiny sub/good boy

very vocal either way

sweet talk and praise aaaaaaaaall the way

“you’re taking my cock so well baby” “fuck princess you’re so good to me”

pet names!!

“princess” “baby” “angel” “babygirl” you name it

b o d y w o r s h i p

treats your body like a temple; loves every inch of it

kisses eeeeverywhere

likes marking your thighs

just loves your thighs in general hes a thigh man

thigh highs??? o o f he’s wrecked

loooves lingerie, will move your panties to the side and leave it on if you decide to wear it

sobs tHIGH RIDING have you seen this mans thighs

and the way he lowkey gave jinyoung a lap dance when he said he wanted to feel his “manly thighs”? he would so get off on watchin you get off on his thigh

loves receiving head but always insists on repaying the favour

shameless moaning; will tell you what youre doing good

likes it when you tell him what he’s doing right or just tell him what to do, he wants to do anything in his power to please you

im sobbing he’d treat you like a QUEEN

you’re more vanilla? he got it. you wanna be rough and kinky? gladly. you wanna tie his to the bed post? fuck it, sure. want it slow and romantic? any day of the week. wanna call him daddy? why not. the list goes on

would be okay with threesomes if it was with someone he was close to/trusted enough to know they’d treat you well, maybe even a poly partner

doesnt mind if its ffm or mmf i get the feeling he’s bi anyways

very caring and attentive to your needs

is quite needy himself tho

always dtf

“princess i’m so hard for you...can you help me out?”

king of aftercare

would clean you up and cuddle you

probably end up going for round four in the shower if you clean up int here tho

this man has stamina and WILL go multiple times, wants you to do the same

jinyoung:

soft dom

probably the most vanilla out of the group imo

really romantic

when he has time, likes to set up the mood by putting rose petals everywhere and like mood lighting maybe with some scented candles and like music??

wants the full experience yknow

not a huge fan of quickies but will do them if he gets a boner he cant get rid of at a bad time

still tho, a huge tease

intense eye contact

will smirk at you and just hover over you, waiting for you to cave in and beg him to touch you

always goes down on you before going in, he knows foreplay is important, plus he loves being in between your legs

mainly bc he lives off the sounds of your moans and whimpers

music to his ears

likes giving it to you nice and slow until you urge him to go faster

tends to only go once or twice himself but if you want more he’d happily go down on you again afterwards or use his fingers

body worship; but probably not to jackson’s extent

also quite quiet in terms of moans, mostly just low grunts and lots of erratic breathing

always asks if you’re okay

sweet talk sweet talk

literally the definition of whispering sweet nothings into your ear as he makes love to you

how pretty you look under him, how good you’re being, how much he loves you

most of the time loving and gentle but if you prefer more rough sex he’s down for that too

will leave hickeys in places where people can’t see, he likes knowing that you hide a dirty little secret under those clothes

has the most self-control in the group, can hold back for a long time because he always insists on you coming first and refuses to come before you

youngjae:

im already dying

ultimate sub

fucking fight me youngjae is the biggest sub ever he’s babyboy culture

might top for you if youre a hella sub too but never full on dom, ever

would be really blushy and flustered and always asking if he’s hurting you

seems pretty vanilla when he tops, lets his inner freak out as a bottom

extremely, extremely vocal

just can’t help the moans and whines tumble out of his mouth when you make him feel so good

he starts off biting his lip to try stay quiet but it does’t really work

eventually just lets it all out and is very loud

his moans would be the most delicious noises in the world

loves it when you talk dirty to him

just do it

talk dirty to him

it makes him feel so filthy and he basks in it

CALL HIM BABYBOY he’s so weak for that

likes being completely powerless and surrendering to you and letting you have your way with him

just loves it when you tell him what to do

pull on his hair pull on his hair he will go w i l d

won’t bring it up or suggest it but if you used toys on him he’d go crazy

would love to use a toy you’ve already used on yourself, again it makes him feel dirty and he loves it

degrade him or praise him or a mix of both, either way he’ll love it

probably would struggle to form proper sentences so just moans a lot and lets out strings of curses and moans your name,, loudly,,

unless you havent gotten the message already HE LOUD

will ask you for hickeys, he loves when you cover him in them, he’ll just look at them in the mirror the next day in awe

pretty low self control but can come multiple times

highkey likes being overstimulated

needs aftercare; clean him up and give him lots and lots of cuddles

and food bc who doesn’t like food

tell him he did well and he’ll melt into a puddle if he hasn’t already

im so wrecked for sub youngjae oh y god

im not ok

bambam:

FUCKING HELP ME BAM IS MY ULT BIAS THIS IS GONNA GET LOOONG (much longer than the others im sorry im biased)

like his dick ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

no but fr

bambam is big

think about it ok on live tv he publicly said his iconic how do you know line then looked down at his dick like any horny teenager, and in the same episode, pointed at his dick repeatedly as his “sexy version” of just right and hip thrusted when meant to do a cute version of if you do

do you really think he’d be that confident if he didn’t have anything to back it up??? no ok BAMBAM IS BIG

anyways getting to it - bambam is the Ultimate Switch™ dont even @ me

he will be all cocky and say he’s a dom and heck he’ll be a dom and a damn good one

but he will jump at the opportunity to sub for you any day of the week

probably would start off really awkward leading to lots of giggly and playful sex

even once he’s gotten familiar with you, there would probably still be a fair amount of giggly and playful sex

has lots of turnons, likes both giving and receiving for all of them

he is a freak im telling you lemme just list a few things

hair pulling - moans really loudly if you pull his hair and probably swears, also pulls on your hair w/out realising it but once you respond by moaning he will take full advantage of it to hear you

hickeys - second to mark on the hickey loving list, only he loves receiving as much as giving, loves finding your sweet spot and concentrating on it

scratching - rake your nails down his back as he tops you, he loves the burning sensation it gives him, also will probably do the same if you’re topping

bondage, probably just restraining hands tho but i mean. if you whip out a harness or some kinky shit he wouldn’t be opposed to it

honestly he’s really livin the yolo life he’d try anything once bc why the fuck not

dirty talk dirty talk

his mind his filthy; his mouth is filthy

“babygirl you’re so tight around my cock” “do that again princess” “fuck you look so hot under me”

“babygirl” “baby” “princess” “kitten” again, you name it, he’s down

won’t ask for it, but will get a hella ego boost if you call him daddy

but still not as into it as jaebum

does anything he can to make you moan, he could listen to your moans all day

very observant of all the little things that make you tick so you can have the best experience he can give you

very shameless moaner after passing the initial awkwardness of the first few times

second loudest moaner next to youngjae fffuuuuck imagine his moans for a second just hjdksjk

as a sub: he loves it when you tie him up and overstimulate him with assorted toys and yourself, obviously

give him a vibrator and a vibrating cockring and ride him and pull his hair he will go absolutely insane, it overwhelms him so much and he loves it

says he hates being overstimulated but actually enjoys the pain

as a dom: he likes fucking you hard and fast, secretly loves when you’re a brat because he sees it as a challenge and loves the thrill of battling you for dominance (but sometimes lets you win bc its hot)

will probably use toys on you and make you come over and over again for him bc he cannot get enough of seeing you come, he’ll overstimulate you as well

either dom or sub: he loves oral, both giving and receiving, you could argue he likes it better than penetration

have you seen his lips oh my godddd those were made for giving head (and making out. or just kissing in general. help me i love bambams lips)

he loves the way his mouth can make you moan and writhe so much, he could probably live between your legs if you let him, making you come multiple times

also hella into face riding sit on his face oh god just sit on his face

pull on his hair pull on his hair pull on his hair he’ll moan into you

looooooooooves receiving head too, moans loudly and grips your hair harshly

doesn’t fuck your face but just pulls on your hair and moves at whatever pace you set

also loves coming inside you, but second favourite is on your face

also super needy, probably has the highest sex drive

his cocky ass would send you nudes if you weren’t around

if you were around, he’d come up to you and give you a back hug, pressing up his boner against your ass to not so subtly hint his problem

if you ignored him, he’d start kissing your neck and humming

and if you continued ignoring him, he’d whisper really close to your ear, his voice all raspy and low and say something like “don’t play hard to get babygirl, i know you want this dick,” then proceed to tell you in explicit detail all the things he’d do to you

at that point you wouldn’t be able to hold back anymore

this is way too long already but i hAvE to adD

r i s k y s e x

he would be so into the thrill and adrenaline it got him he’d get off to that so hard

it would be like a game to him, see how many different places he can do it and get away w it

probably would do it in the same room as his members ngl

maybe even with his members, i also see him as the type to be open to threesomes or polyamory

loves making out w/ you which usually leads to sex unless its a rlly soft loving moment

probably still gonna lead to sex bc believe it or not, the kinky fucker is still capable of making love to u hdsjsk

ok i think i just wrote an essay here im so sorry ill stop

yugyeom:

97 line? maknae line? more like Ultimate Switch™ line

openly admits he’s a switch unlike bambam who tries to say hes a dom

actually i think he shares a lot of things with bambam

not even gonna lie they’ve probably hooked up once or twice when they got wasted

still friends tho with no regrets but it was a thing

either hella intense dom or whiniest sub with no in between

goes from daddy to babyboy in like 0.0002 secs

(probably not into being called daddy tho)

proooobably has a noona kink when he’s subbing

the only member who can beat bambam in his hair pulling kink, he love love loooves it when you pull his hair he lets out the softest moans

in general, his moans are high pitched and whiny and ughghhh h o t

will go crazy if you call him babyboy or pet but mainly babyboy

even if he’s subbing he likes to be the one doing the work bc he’s fast and damn those dancer hips so he’s probably too impatient to let you do it lol

but you like to tease him so sometimes you’d tie him up and ride him real slow until he’s begging you and whimpering to speed up

peg him he loves that shit

honestly he may be a hella switch but as soon as your mouth is on his dick he is a babyboy there’s nothing he can do about it

he will moan and pet your hair and pull it when he comes

doesn’t like blowjobs bc he’s embarrassed at how fast he loses it compared to his usual stamina

which is a lot btw, he can go on forever istg

perks of being a main dancer

speakin of main dancer

his s e x y d a n c e s

would gladly give you a lap dance beforehand of just a full on fucking strip show this boy is wild

would gladly accept any lap dances or strip shows also lolololol

overall very rough and impatient bc he’s a horny boy

probably second highest sex drive next to bams

gets all pouty if you deny him too long

then fucks you into the wall out of frustration dAMN

unless you plan on punishing him for being so needy ohohohoh

okay im gonna call it quits before this becomes a novel

hope y’all enjoyed bc damn i sure did

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homestucky · 5 years

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hey guys i got a mark back today for the coursework i handed in recently which caused me a lot of stress, pain and multiple all-nighters. its 20% of one of my modules, but that module is worth 3 regular modules if that makes sense. also my grades from this year are weighted twice as much as last yr in how they go towards my FINAL DEGREE GRADE. so overall this ONE report was worth 120% of a 2nd yr module. it was worth 60% of a regular 3rd yr module. something like 10% of my ENTIRE DEGREE, i handed in printed on 13 sheets of paper 3 weeks ago. and i left it to the last minute to write bcaus like... depression. and i could barely read the sources i was writing about bcaus words feel like bees in my brain. and other people went to get their results and said the marking was really harsh, and doing a stem subject and it being an essay-type report, the expectation of how people did was ALREADY VERY LOW. bcaus we are dumb stem students who cant read or think critically! but hhhhhhhhh

not to be a smug bastard but...

i got 80% !!!!! :^0000000000

for context the top grade in the uk is a first, and the pass mark for it is 70%. that means my work was ‘Exceptional’!!!! wtfwtfwtfwtfwtftwtftwtftwtftwetftwtft

(i also got 74% in something i got back yesterday which i thought i totally blew which is decent. no its great!! so much better than expected. its a first!! wtf!!!)

so anyway thats crazy!!! like unbelievably so ! like i literally cannot believe it to be true. like im seeing the grade written there and im like ‘that says 80%, one in typed font and one in handwriting and both clearly say 80% and the markscheme says 80% is exceptional’ and im like i hear you but............... are we SURE. are we SURE this reflects on me in ANY way?

(chanting: fluke fluke fluke fluke)

dyou know what i mean? like i go though my degree assuming im the dumbest pos alive and definitely getting the worst grades. and dont get me wrong, it pains me to think about but i have gotten poor grades before. my grades vary a lot. ive failed modules and had to retake them. ive barely scraped by in some things. but by now i should have enough evidence to prove to me that i am not stupid and i am capable when i try, sometimes even if i dont particularly. like, 74% is the lowest mark ive got so far this yr! ive got: 88%, 93.5%, 74%, 80%. those are legit like.... good grades. but every. single. time. im like phew!! what a lot of luck!!! cant believe nobody noticed me tricking them by pretending i know what im doing THIS TIME. onyl a matter of time before someone realises im stupid and says ‘not so fast dummy!! heres a nice fail for you’!!!!!

like idk. its so annoying. thinking lowly of myself makes me not want to try. its a self fulfilling prophecy. i know that. but i cant help but look at all my failures and all my successes.. and think hmm im gonna think about the failure pile a lot more actually, bcaus i feel like that pile really GETS me, yknow? like the success pile is such a funny weird lot of coincidences and accidents and luck. i dont know how this keeps happening!

idk. i just. sincerely have trouble internalising positive feedback about my intelligence. to the point where if i do well in a module i feel like its proof that the examination methods of the module are weak and ill-thought out enough to be unfairly generous.

OK CASE IN POINT ABOUT ME BEING STUPID: as i was typing this out i got my toe stuck in a draw. ffs

#i passionately debate my own intelligence #dnt reblog if that wasnt obvious

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prompt-master · 6 years

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This fic is about my oc Dahlia/Pollen, a super hero with the power of healing flowers and a friends oc Sam/Ego, who has emotional manipulation and projection powers. It’s shameless capture and torture whump. Art by @doodles-by-noodles who owns Ego!

“Ego. Ego wake up c'mon.”

Sam groaned and swatted away the hand that was shaking her. Her head hurt and she felt…goopy. She just needed five more minuetes of sleep at the very least.

“Ego!” The voice was whispering, but it grew to a sharp desperate whisper. The shaking continued. Sam finally sensed the urgency and danger when she groaned again, only for the voice to quickly shush her.

She slowly opened her eyes, and blinked any weariness out of her vision. It was…dark wherever they were. Only a single shiver of light came down from the ceiling where it was cracked. She tried to adjust to the dark, rolling her head to look around. It looked like an old abandoned warehouse.

She looked back at the person who went from shaking her relentlessly to grabbing her head and checking her for injuries. Fingers ran up and down her scalp, she groaned again.

“Are you hurt?” the voice said, hushed and careful to sound as clear as possible, “any injuries? Do you remember what happened?”

Sam’s tounge felt glued down to the bottom of her dry dry mouth. She peeled it off and tried to swallow, but it was still dry. “…Pollen?”

Dahlia nodded, but her expression was determined on making sure Sam was alright. Satisfied with the lack of head injuries she started checking the rest of her, “Nothing hurts? Keep your voice down”

Sam shook her head, “Just a little sore. What happened?” She sat up, noticing how there was a clanking noise of dragging metal when she did.

“Don’t freak out” Dahlia mumbled when Sam brought her gaze over to the metal links attached to the wall and her ankles.

Dahlia winced when she felt the panic in Sam’s heart that suddenly leapt up. Before she could speak again Dahlia put a finger to her mouth.

Sam took a deep breath to keep her voice quiet, “what happened? Why do we have to be quiet?”

“We were taken in battle. Both of us were knocked out. I don’t know how long we’ve been here but…I don’t think they know we’re awake. If we’re quiet maybe we can escape.”

“Who took us?!” Sam tried to read Pollen’s emotions but found herself too stressed out. This was fucking bullshit how could she act so calm right now. Dammit, Sam is supposed to be the level headed one. Dahlia cries for everything.

Dolly shook her head, “I don’t know. He’s being controlled by Wasp but…I don’t know his powers. He got us both with clorofoam”

Sam had a brief memory of being pulled away from the fight suddenly, trying to fight against a cloth pressed against her face.

“Ok. Great. That’s perfect.” Sam mumbled to herself. The warehouse was completely empty aside from them. “Let’s get out of here. Use your flowers to break the cuffs”

“They’re not working…”

“What?!” It was then Sam noticed the distinct lack of flowery chaos. No vines on her legs, no grass following her in patches on the ground, no flowers on the walls. Just the few buds in her hair that showed her health. At least Sam knew she was ok, all the flowers were healthy and colorful.

“Something about this place…they’re not working.” She mumbled worriedly. “We need another plan…”

“But what can we-” Sam was cut off when the doors to the ware house opened up. Bright bright light swam into the building, blinding the two. Sam felt a hand push her back, Dahlia was telling her to get behind her.

The doors slammed shut with a loud boom. A tall skinny man walked down the middle towards them slowly, almost mechanically. “Good morning Ego and Pollen, I hope you two had a lovely nap”

Ego glared at him, “What do you want from us?”

“Well you two are like the leaders of your little youth resistance eh? So I figured you two would be the best people to go to for answers.”

Sam hated the smug emotions rolling off of him.

Pollen shook her head, “You know we won’t tell you anything.”

“Hmm…that’s true. But I don’t think you really have a choice” he lifted up his hand, and suddenly Sam felt sharp cold run through her body. A loud thumping noise was in her ears, her body felt stiff and wrong. She made a choked noise, suddenly unable to breath. Past the loud rushing noises in her ears she could just barely hear Dahlia screaming for her. Her vision was starting to go, her eyes rolling back. When warmth rushed through her again.

She collapsed back to the ground, on her hands and knees, gasping and choking on air desperately. She was shaking, her whole body felt wrong after that.

“What did you do to her?!”

“Oh you didn’t know? I can mess around with your blood cells.” A sudden sick smile crossed his face. “Now let’s be honest. Only one of you is the leader right? Now who could that be…”

Pollen had a hand on Ego’s back, rubbing soothingling as she tried to get her bearings back. He looked right at Pollen when he said that, he was toying with them.

“We-…We aren’t telling you anything.” Sam gasped out, Pollen was too nice. If she didn’t act now she’d spill everything.

Pollen cringed in worry but nodded, “That’s right. You can’t get us to talk”

“Ego maybe. Torture won’t work on someone who came from a family of villains” Sam’s eyes went bloodshot wide. Pollen felt the sick shock she did. How did this bastard know about that? What else did he know?

“And torture won’t work on such a heroic, self righteous little brat” he gestured towards Dahlia.

“But I know something that will work.” He smiled at Ego, she curled in on herself at the malicious intent. Her very veins were still shaking, body throbbing as her blood tried to get back to its regular flow. He took two steps towards her, hand out and ready to hurt.

“Now be a good hero, or I’ll stop her blood flow completely.”

Pollen bit her lip, but complied and stepped back. Leaving Sam with their kidnapper, who undid the ankle cuffs. This was her chance. If she could just overload him with panic then-

A punch to the side of her face threw her down to the ground. Her head bounced as she slammed into the concrete, not hard enough to knock her out, but hard enough to hurt like fucking hell. She groaned, already feeling the definet bruise that was going to form. She glared at him, but couldn’t find a weapon or anything to use. She only had her physical combat, and that wouldn’t work against a fucking blood bender.

He grabbed her chin sharply and forced her head up, “No no by all means, fight back. Show me how the weakest hero on the team can’t even save herself. It’s gonna be your fault yknow. If you weren’t captured, Pollen wouldn’t have to worry about spilling any secrets.”

She spat in his face, “fuck you, Polly don’t say sh-”

He kneed her in the gut, causing her to fall back down, now winded. She tried to get her breath back. She glared up, but kept her mouth shut when she felt how worried Pollen was. Maybe if she was tough, she wouldn’t spill.

She felt her blood stiffen, gasping out drly, barely able to see. It hurt so fucking much. She wanted to cry, it felt like poison was going through her veins. When she was released from the hold she slumped over, shaking so much from the cold and pain she thought she would throw up. She barely noticed she was tied to a chair now, head low to her chest. She let out a shaky breath, daring to lift her head again.

“How should we start?”

“Don’t-don’t touch her please!”

“Aww how sweet. She cares about you.” He cooed in Sam’s ear.

“Tell me where you meet and plan. Your HQ.”

Ego shook her head weakly, barely able to. Her body felt numb from all the mess with her blood.

Pollen clenched her fists, but didn’t say anything. Instead she stared at Ego with a sorry remorseful look.

“You know. I can do more then just mess with the blood flow. I can do so much more than you’ll ever want to know”

Suddenly her body began to heat up. Sam groaned, leaning her head back against the chair. She closed her eyes, feeling sweat and a red flush rising to her skin. She tried to keep herself calm and quiet, but it became unbearable. It went from an uncomfortable warmth to a burning heat she wanted to scratch out of her. She couldn’t hold back from the loud pant that escaped her mouth. Her entire face was burning red, she felt like she was being cooked alive from the inside. She trembled, and started struggling and trading from the pain. Her grunts turned into cries.

Pollen let out a sob, “please…”

Sam screamed, thrashing even more, ropes rubbed back and forth against her arms from the struggle and burned her. She felt like her skin was going to blister, everything was sensitive and hot and terrible. She screamed again, the pain so great she wanted to pass out. The scream upset the man, he elbowed her across the face. She had bit her tongue from the force, and spat blood because of it.

“Stop! Stop please you’re gonna kill her!! EGO!!” Pollen was openly sobbing now.

The heat suddenly stopped. But Sam’s sobs and pained noises didn’t. She was still trembling. And the sudden rush of cold made her shiver now. But the flush was still there. Her body was so confused. She sobbed again, trying to cling to coherency.

“What’s wrong?” He said, tilting his head at Pollen, who was sobbing into her hands. “That’s rude you know, you won’t even watch your friend in her time of need?”

With a wave of his hand Pollen was forced to hold her hand up and stare at Ego, She mumbled around her now numb neck, “N-no please…don’t. She- she didn’t do anything please-”

“I just don’t get it. Do you get it Ego?” He strode back over to her, looking at the purple bruises and her face, “Why would she care so much about someone who’s going to betray her?”

Sam shook her head again, trying to hold her tears back now that he was so close, “You’re evil aren’t you? I mean- it’s in your blood.”

Sam shook her head, having trouble breathing with him so close.

“What’s that? I’m wrong? Well what would your mama and papa say if they knew their little girl was a hero? Don’t you ever wonder why your powers are so much more….devious then the others?”

Sam clenched her eyes shut, but she couldn’t deny she had the thoughts all the time. Sugar made candy out of thin air, Pollen could heal people with her flowers, Vintage made things into fun but old shit. What did Sam do? Emotionally manipulate. Pollen worked with her to make her feel better because…her powers CAN be used for good. But there was no denying how powerful she was. It would be so easy to be evil. Too easy.

“You’re wrong..”

“They would be so dissapointed. They trained you your whole life and look. A perfect chance to proof yourself.” He snaked his fingers under her chin, moving her to look at Dahlia. “I know you’ve thought about it. All you have to do is kill the leader then report back home as Mama’s favorite. No longer Mama’s dissapointment.”

“Go fuck yourself.”

He kicked her so hard in the chest that the chair rolled right to the ground. She cried out, she felt the way her ribs had shifted. “Fuck…”

“Remember who’s in control here, bitch.” He glared then lifted her back up.

“Pollen, you know what information I want. You can stop this.”

God Dahlia felt so conflicted. With tears in her eyes she shook her head again, lip quivering as she refused to give the information. She could feel Sam telling her no. She couldn’t make all of Sam’s lain for nothing.

Dahlia let out another sob when Sam started to scream again. Her blood went so cold every thing that touched her skin BURNED. The ropes, her clothes, the knife now against her shoulder. Sam’s chest was heaving, in and out violently.

“Please…” Dahlia begged, “don’t-don’t you don’t have to do this! S-…Ego! I’m so sorry I’m sorry I’m so fucking sorry”

Dahlia continued to mumble apologies and beg for the pain to stop. But instead Sam got a blade dug into her shoulder. She gasped, toes and fists clenching at the way she could feel the very bone shifting. She screamed bloody murder once the pain registered. The fear and anguish nearly made Dahlia throw up, but the villian had no effect at all. He just dug out the blade.

“So useless really. I’ve seen you fight.” Sam shivered, teeth chattering as he spoke. He kept the cold unbearable, but not enough to let her go numb. “You’re holding the team back you know. You should jist give up instead of trying to play hero. You’re not a hero. You’re barely even a person.”

Sam said nothing, just letting herself cry nonstop.

“You sick bastard!” Pollen yelled “leave her alone! Leave her the fuck alone!!”

“I’m not asking that much from you, you know! Some hero. I could do this all day, you know? But can she?”

Ego barely resisted getting sick all over herself.

“Will you tell me what I need to know?”

Pollen grimaced, “…I’m sorry Ego.” She shook her head.

—

It was night time when he finally grew tired of the constant torture. He untied her from the chair and threw her into the corner where Pollen was crying, not even bothering to chain her back up. She wasn’t going anywhere. Once he was out of the warehouse, Pollen scrambled over to her.

It had been painful to watch, and seeing the aftermath it was even more so. Her lips were blue from the constant change in her blood flow. Some patches of her skin were especially pale and stiff like dead skin while others held blisters. Her shirt was stained in blood from her shoulder wound which was now sloppily wrapped up only to keep her alive. Bruises covered her face, her eye swollen and leaking.

Dahlia put a hand to her mouth, “oh my god…no..no no”

She tried desperatly to use her powers, anything to ease the pain but nothing was working. Not even a single flower. “I’m so sorry Sam. I’m so sorry.”

She pressed a hand to her cheek and found she was really warm. The cold against her must have woken her up, because she moved away. One eye opening.

“N…no more…”

Dahlia shook her head, “No more. I promise”

“Dolly…Dolly don’t go”

Dahlia teared up again,she always was a crybaby. She held Sam’s hand and nodded, “I’m- I’m staying right here ok? Get some rest. I’m gonna protect you I promise. You won’t get hurt again.”

Not again.

Sam didn’t even try to argue. It was terrifying. She was so weak she was barely herself. In her sleep her eyes were still slightly open, showing the whites in a way it made Pollen think she was more unconscious. Her breathing sounded painful too, all the constant kneeing had to have broken some. She looked…awful.

She had to protect her.

#fanfic #whump #ocs #oc whump #hero academy club #to those who said no oc fic dw i'm about to wrote a dbh fic i love you!

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