#but because of his pride he didn't see any point in existing when his perfect world was dead
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omega abs ? 😣
oh my fucking god yes
female alpha!reader x omega!abby
Palestine: what can you do
Summary: Abby is sure she will never meet her dream alpha after what happened with Owen. And then she meets you.
Tags: dead dove: do not eat. a/b/o universe (female alphas have dicks), modern AU, descriptions of smut (heats/ruts), Owen is a piece of shit, reader is a sweetheart. Also I'll always make Ellie and Abby friends because their dynamic cracks me up every time.
Notes: this one is genuinely weird in terms of my writing style. It's 6k long for no reason except that I wanted to see how everything will play out and build some kind of omega!abby lore. Also it was meant as a bullet point thingy like hcs, but then it got too long, so the sentences might sound weird.
If you guys want something specific with omega!abby, reqs are open.
Me: *slaps the title of the fic* this bad boy can fit a whole multichapter in it.
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There's one thing Abby knows for certain when she turns 19: she is not a typical omega.
Abby's scent is not too sweet: she smells more like fresh roses than vanilla. All other omegas have more prominent scents, and Abby sees how alphas favour them. She is insecure about her scent, and she is not too prideful to admit she wants alphas to like her. Like any other omega Abby feels pressured by society to look a certain way - and she is already tall, so she starts going to the gym to get fit, to look more attractive, to grow that bubble butt everyone's talking about. She just started university and she wants to be cool.
(Ellie tells her it's all bullshit. Ellie is her biggest supporter and she is the one who growls at other alphas when it's needed. It's hilarious, because Ellie is fucking tiny. "I'm still an alpha, Anderson!" Ellie whines usually and Abby flicks her forehead.)
The gym works: she gets more attractive. Her butt is round, her arms are toned and her shoulders balance her hips, making her waist look thinner. Abby meets Owen and she thinks he is the one. He is the first alpha she spends her heat with. And well, maybe it's not how she imagined it would be, but Abby doesn't complain. After all, perfect alphas only exist in books and movies, not in reality.
(she dreamt about feeling safe and protected with her alpha, feeling loved and taken care of. Owen is all growls and bruises.)
Ellie hates Owen's guts. There's always some sick smell when they're in the same room, and Abby is doing all she can to manage it and make two of the most important alphas in her life like each other. Owen tries to convince Abby that alphas and omegas can't be friends - and it works. Abby stops spending too much time with Ellie, tricked into thinking that Ellie actually has feelings for her. Ellie lets it happen.
(Owen is so much more violent during ruts. Abby knew this too: alphas are ruthless in ruts, but she didn't expect being borderline assaulted. Again, she doesn't complain. She is in love, and Owen knows better.)
Abby keeps going to the gym, and in time her muscles grow and show more. Abby is happy - she put so much work into her body and it shows now! She is so much stronger now, and she doesn't mind that her waist is not so tiny anymore. Abby feels powerful.
Owen, however, gets grumpier with every pound of muscle on Abby's body: he doesn't like it. He doesn't support her when she shows how much progress she made.
Then he starts joking about it. He tells her it makes her look less like omega. That she is almost as big as he is. That people won't be able to tell who is the alpha in their relationship. Abby swallows everything and starts doing more cardio. She wants Owen to be happy. She wants to be his mate one day.
And then one day Abby catches Owen with another omega.
She is small and smells like coconut, she is everything Abby isn't.
Abby wants to die.
Abby calls Ellie for the first time in months, sobbing violently. Ellie picks her up and spends the night soothing Abby, and the next day beating the shit out of Owen. Yes, she is tiny, but alpha strength is alpha strength, and Ellie is furious.
Abby doesn't really recover from this. She thought Owen would be her first and her last, but now her dreams and her self-esteem are in ruins.
Abby blames herself for Owen's cheating. She blames herself for building her body, for not being omegy enough, for having a weak scent, for not being what he wanted.
So Abby grows distant, believing she has no worth as an omega. She avoids alphas, she doesn't recognize when someone's interested. She doesn't let herself smell other people. The only alpha she still talks to is Ellie, because Ellie is Ellie. Her best goblin friend who doesn't even react to her heats, because she is so used to Abby.
(it actually breaks Abby's heart a little: is her scent so weak it doesn't affect alphas at all?)
Her younger brother, Lev, moves to the city for university when Abby is in her graduation year, and Abby puts her energy into taking care of him. She comes to his place from time to time, bringing food or snacks for him. They have movie nights as well. It makes Abby feel less alone. Less useless.
One day Lev asks her to come to the party with him: it's his first time going to a party and he has no idea what to do, especially since there'd be really cool people who are his seniors and he doesn't want to have an egg on his face.
"Can you ask Ellie to come as well? Please? I need more cool people on my side."
Abby laughs and makes sure Ellie is going to come. Ellie adores Lev, so she agrees immediately.
This party is on another level, Abby thinks. It's not frat bros and awful alphas like it was when Abby went to parties with Owen. This party looks like all smart and successful people in the uni decided to get piss drunk, and it is as cool as it is hilarious. Abby knows some of them - she waves at Nora and hugs Manny when he sees her: they're only people Abby kept in contact with after breaking up with Owen. They stopped being friends with him the moment they found out what happened.
Lev is very nervous. He clings to Abby's arm and she laughs kindly.
"Hey, relax. You're supposed to have fun."
"Yeah, I know." Lev says, a little irritated, but it makes Abby and Ellie laugh again.
Ellie takes everything in her hands and comes back with three beers, opening them for Lev and Abby. Abby chuckles at her typical alpha behaviour, but doesn't tease her. They share a drink, and Lev is still nervous, so Ellie takes him to the dance floor and he finally relaxes next to his second favourite person and his first favourite alpha.
Or so Abby thinks.
She watches another person come to them, and by the way Ellie tenses Abby guesses it's an alpha. Abby tenses too: the protectiveness kicks in.
But the alpha smiles and hugs Lev like Abby does: like if this alpha was Lev's older sister. They talk for a bit and then Lev points in Abby's direction. The alpha nods and waves at Abby. She waves back, confused.
And then this alpha makes her way to Abby.
Abby is caught off guard: the alpha is hot. She is also friendly judging by the smile and the way she treated Lev, and Abby can’t decide how to behave around her. She is not bitter after what happened with Owen, but she is definitely out of practice of talking with hot alphas.
You watch Lev's sister's face go through a variety of emotions, and it makes you chuckle - you too would be confused. But you want to meet her and make sure she knows Lev is taken care of: he is under your wing. He is a sweet kid, shy one, and you know how nervous he is about everything, so you want him to have this safety net.
"Hi!" You say cheerfully and give your hand for a handshake. You try not to think of how beautiful Lev's sister is, how much her blue eyes hypnotise you. She is fucking adorable, that what she is.
"Hi?" And her voice is soft too. You blink to clear your mind and tell her your name. You can’t smell her, but you’re pulled to her like a magnet.
"I'm Lev's student guide." Abby nods, not sure if she is okay with an alpha around her baby brother.
"I'm Abby, Lev's sister." You beam at Abby and she feels her stomach flutter. Abby quickly tries to kill the butterflies, but you seem so genuine. She can't smell you when there's so many people around, and maybe it's a good thing.
“Lev gave me your number as an emergency contact, and I just wanted you to know if an unknown number texts you that Lev is puking after doing beer pong, it will be me.” Abby can't help her chuckle: you do sound genuine. Abby feels like you really care about her brother and it makes her feel better.
Lev and Ellie come back and Abby looks at how Lev's face lights up when you smile at him. Oh no. He has a crush on you. It breaks Abby’s heart: she sees how you treat him like a baby brother, and Abby knows Lev has no chance. She also thinks if she looked like this when she met Owen, all star-struck and hopeful. At least you look like a better person.
Abby also feels how tense Ellie is around you. Another alpha thing, but this one is annoying - Ellie’s protectiveness is borderline territorial, so Abby glares at her. Ellie glares back, but some of the tension goes away.
You ruffle Lev’s hair and ask him to enjoy the party and find you if they need anything. Ellie only fully relaxes when you’re lost in the crowd.
“She is the coolest.” Lev tells them and Ellie huffs. “She always helps me around. Saved my ass a few times as well.”
“Well, kid, I don’t want you to get hurt by her, okay?” Ellie says and Lev blushes.
“Don’t worry, Ellie. I know nothing will happen.” Lev smiles. “She likes people on her level. Someone like you, Abby.”
Abby’s heart skips a beat in pain. There's no way an alpha like you would like an omega like her.
Or if there is, then there's something wrong with you and you shouldn't be around her brother.
“She doesn't seem too bad.” Ellie says almost through her teeth; she is as annoyed at her nature as Abby is, but she tries to have a clear head. “But if she hurts you, I'll kill her.”
Abby would laugh, but the image of Owen's bloody face and a broken wrist don't let her. It's a good thing he didn't press charges, too humiliated to admit he got his ass kicked for cheating.
Abby forgets about you until she is getting ready to sleep tonight. She puts her palm under her cheek, blissfully unaware, and takes a breath that is full of your scent. It shakes her, having an alpha scent on her, and Abby can't control herself.
Abby's cheeks burn, her heart picks up speed. Her cunt throbs.
You smell amazing. It has an edge, like any other alpha’s scent, but it's not suffocating. Well no. It is, but it doesn't feel bad, it makes Abby bury her nose in her palm and take a deep sniff. It makes her feel safe.
And Abby is terrified. She can't like your scent. It's dangerous, she can't risk herself like this, it's stupid. Lev has a crush on you, for god's sake! And even if she could, you'd never look her way. You're a good alpha and good alphas like pretty, small, sweet smelling omegas. Not Abby.
She doesn’t know that she also left some of her scent on your palm. She doesn’t know you’ve been smelling it the whole night, addicted to the smell of fresh roses and memory of pretty blue eyes. She doesn't know that you struggle to control your eyes from changing to alpha red the whole time.
You're ready to claw walls after meeting the prettiest omega of your life that you know is sweet and kind and smart: Lev really can't shut up about his sister. It's fucking eating you alive.
And you have no idea when you'll meet her again, but then you remember that both of you are in the same university. So you start trying to figure out her schedule. You know she is a med student, so you take a chance at going to the library.
And you're not wrong: Abby is there, looking miserable as she takes her notes. Your instincts kick in and you try to think of a way to make her feel better, but you get your shit together: it would be creepy.
So you just walk over and ask to sit next to her. Abby is surprised, but she lets you anyway.
It's awkward. You both are trying to not inhale too much, but the scents are respectively addictive: you smell her fresh roses and she smells your spice and safety. You want to bury yourself in her neck and mark her, scent her, make her yours, but you push these thoughts away.
“How's Lev doing?” Abby asks, not being able to concentrate anymore. It's even more embarrassing that you both smell of attraction, but it doesn't really mean anything: it was proven to be an instinct thing, therefore not reliable in human society. It just makes everything awkward for everyone.
“He is excellent, honestly. He got interested in charity work and I think he will soon be cleared to volunteer at animal shelters.”
“Good. Thanks for looking after him. I don't want him to get hurt, you know?” Abby didn't mean to say this, but you catch the meaning of her words anyway. She can smell a faint hurt coming from you, but it's not big enough.
“I'll do whatever I can to make sure he is safe.” You promise Abby and her attraction grows. You blink, but get back into conversation, trying to find more about Abby.
Abby is.. reluctant. She is polite, but her answers are short, and you're not an idiot, you can take a hint, so you apologise for taking her time and go.
Abby watches you go and gets filled with sorrow. You seem so sweet, and it scares her. She can't understand what is your angle and why are you bothered with her. She is sad because she wants you to be bothered with her. She wants you to like her; but Abby's brain doesn't even entertain the idea of it. Plus, Lev is crushing on you, it would be absolutely unfair of her to like you.
The sour smell of sadness makes Ellie restless when she gets to the library half an hour later for their study session. She looks Abby over and tries to piece together what's wrong.
“Did something happen?”
Abby is also reluctant to tell Ellie, but she does it anyway. Ellie frowns the whole time, not pleased with another alpha upsetting her baby. Abby is quick to defend you and say that it's she who is the problem. Ellie kicks her under the table.
“You are not a problem. It's Owen in your head again! Let go of this asshole. There are better alphas than him, fuck, any decent alpha is better than him. Don't assume shit.” Ellie tells her and Abby nods.
Abby decides to try. Maybe at least she can make a friend. So the next time you see her in the library, she actually smiles at you.
You swallow. Hard. Abby is gorgeous.
So you sit next to her and surprisingly, the conversation flows so much better than the last time. You think she was just super busy back then.
Abby is so fucking oblivious it's not funny. She talks to you like she'd talk to Ellie: she doesn't believe your scent, convinced it's just nature and alphas are like this sometimes, so she is relaxed. You can be friends, she thinks. You're great and smell amazing, so you can be friends.
You're almost salivating the whole time. Abby is cute as fuck, and she is hot as fuck: she takes her hoodie off and stays in a tight crop top, and you ogle at her arms and shoulders. She is incredible.
“I know we've just met, but I can't leave without asking. Would you go on a date with me?”
Abby's scent spikes in surprise, and then anxiety. An awful, sick smell that makes you back off.
“Oh. Oh, I'm sorry.” You tell her, eager to get rid of this stench, to keep Abby calm and safe.
“Are you sure?” Abby asks, not really believing her ears.
“I mean, I really want to get to know you better.” You admit.
“Lev has a crush on you.” Abby blurts and you laugh kindly.
“I know. We talked about it with him. I don't let this stuff slide when it happens.” It makes Abby feel a little easier. “But if you're uncomfortable, I totally get it. I'd love to be your friend as well.”
“...I need to talk to Lev first.” Abby admits, her cheeks feel hot.
“Of course. Let me know then.” You smile sweetly, your scent is so full of attraction it's hard to find an excuse for it, so Abby just ignores it.
She smells excited now and you beam. “You’re so pretty.” You blurt before you can stop yourself, but Abby starts to smell so sweetly and her cheeks are rosy now, you feel on cloud nine.
“Thanks, I guess.” She says, shy, and you nod. You say your goodbyes and leave Abby to study.
Abby thinks she's gone insane. Or you've gone insane. There's no way you actually asked her on a date.
But Abby wants to go so much. She didn't admit it, but she was getting lonely, and then suddenly you came along and made her heart beat faster.
So she gains courage and talks to Lev. He gets sad, but not the sour kind, the faint lavender of regret.
“I told you she would like you.” Lev smiles and Abby hugs him, trying to comfort him. “She is good, I promise.”
“I'm sorry, Lev.”
“Don't be.” Lev chuckles and they spend the evening watching the movie.
Next day you text Abby to find out if everything worked out and she gives you a positive. You grin like an idiot the whole day and plan the date.
You don't get all romantic on your first date, since you feel like Abby might get anxious, so you two just go to a bar and have a game of pool.
It's perfect: you both are competitive, you get to see Abby bend down and you get to flirt a lot after a drink. Abby is wearing high waisted jeans and her bubble butt looks amazing in them. You don't know this, but Abby was desperate to make herself look more like an omega, and even if she couldn't hide her shoulders and biceps, she wanted to compensate for it, showing off her butt.
Abby is oblivious to your hungry eyes when she takes a hit, but you're struggling. Abby is sweet and she smells so fucking good. You're itching to touch her, but you keep yourself in check. So instead you compliment her. A lot.
Abby is flustered: no one ever talked to her like this. No alpha made it clear to her that they found her this attractive. But you keep your mouth running. “Your shirt looks so good on you.” “Sorry, I can't stop staring at your shoulders. They're very nice.”
Abby laughs at this one and feels more comfortable in her own skin. So she opens up. “My ex didn't like that I work out so much.” She chuckles, and you look at her in mock offence. It makes her laugh.
“What a fucking idiot. Only cowards don't appreciate muscle mommies.” You scrunch your nose and Abby laughs harder.
“God, what is this nickname?”
You get flustered and Abby feels all giddy. She didn't expect any alpha to get flustered, especially not because of her. “You know. When girls, especially omegas, build up a lot of muscles? People really dig it.”
“Do you?” Abby asks, coy, and she sees the red flash in your eyes. It makes her press her thighs together.
“Yeah. Yeah, I do.” You say and there's a hint of an alpha voice. Abby's chest is going to explode.
You don't kiss Abby properly tonight, instead opting to kiss her hand: you like her, and you don't want to rush it. Abby gets flustered and you can't help the spike in your scent that makes Abby's cheeks red.
(No, you don't get off on her scent when you come home.)
(No, Abby doesn't fuck herself on her fingers when she comes home, burying her nose into her palm where she can catch your scent.)
You both take it slow. You kiss her for the first time on your third date and Abby folds in your hands while you purr and knead her sides.
Abby starts spending more time at your place, where you just cuddle and watch something. You start catching her scent all around your apartment, and it's driving you crazy. You want Abby to be yours so desperately, but you make yourself think with your head and not with your dick, so you don't rush.
You're in your class when you get a call from Lev. You don't pick up the first one, but when he calls for the second time, you walk out of the class and take the call.
Lev is crying.
Turns out his heat came during his class and now he is scared of going home on his own. Your instincts kick in and you grab your shit at a lighting speed before storming to Lev. You text Abby while you're running, and then your mind shifts into protective mode.
It's hard being around an omega in heat: it's hard for the both of you. Lev clings to you while you wrap your arm around his shoulders and walk him from campus to his place. You know your eyes are red and you're low-key growling, but you keep comforting Lev.
“It's okay. I'll get you home, and Abby is going to be here, okay? I'll keep you safe, don't worry. You're doing great, just a little more, can you walk a little more for me?”
Your voice soothes Lev and you make it to his place where Abby is already pacing in worry.
She takes a look at you and her breath hitches. Your eyes are red and so hungry, Abby feels horny and sorry for you: she doesn't know how much willpower you need to keep your head straight when there's an omega in distress and in heat.
You both get Lev inside his apartment and you retreat to the kitchen while Abby takes care of Lev. She fusses around, gives him pills and sends him to take a shower. You sit straight, your firsts tight as you watch your girlfriend being all motherly. This mixed with the smell of heat makes you feral. It gets harder to control, especially when Abby stands in front of you, her gorgeous scent in your nose.
“How are you?” She asks, compassionately. And you grit your teeth.
“Can you-” You start with a growl and you smell Abby's arousal. “Fuck. Can you come here?” You pat your lap.
The moment Abby sits down you grab her and bury your nose in her neck, your arms are tight around her back. Abby yelps when you press her closer and her scent spikes with arousal, making you growl.
“I'm not- I'm not going to do anything. I just need a moment.” You growl and Abby swallows. Her arousal tickles your nose and you growl louder, pressing your nose closer to her scent glands.
Abby is so wet in her pants she is afraid she will leak on you, but she can't help it: you're usually so sweet, hiding your nature, and now you're acting so alpha-like, and it does things to her.
“Shit. We can't-” Abby's arousal gets mixed with anxiety and you want to sneeze to get it out of your nose.
“We're not doing anything. Not like this. I just need a redirection.” You take a deep inhale full of Abby's scent and you finally settle down. Your voice returns and you feel like you can control your eyes again. You ease your hold on Abby and the anxiety goes away. “Did I scare you?”
Abby is baffled. It's such a big contrast to how Owen treated her before, she is lost for words. You're worried if you sniffing her scared her while Owen didn't care if he left bruises.
The air gets filled with the smell of fresh bakery - the scent of love and affection - and you almost tremble under Abby in excitement.
“A little. I was worried if you'd stop.”
“I have excellent self-control, baby.” You wink at Abby and she slaps your bicep.
She moves a certain way that makes her pelvis move against yours and you grunt: the scent of Abby's arousal got you half-hard already, and you're kinda sensitive now.
Abby also feels it. She grows red and you giggle, kissing her cheek.
“Lev is going to be out of the shower soon, I should go.”
“Okay.” Abby gets up from her seat on your lap and you pout. “Do you want-” Abby shakes her head. It's a stupid idea.
“Do I want what?”
“Something with my scent?”
You swallow and nod. Abby stands for a second, thinking, and then just takes her shirt off, letting you see her in a bra. You see her small tits covered by her lacy bra and adjust your pants. She is so fucking hot and this is so not the time, but your cock twitches and gets harder with every second while you stare at the most beautiful omega in your life.
“You're a fucking menace.” You growl again and kiss Abby with hunger, the rumbling in your chest resonating in hers. Abby goes pliant and kisses you back.
It takes you two tries to get away from her, but Abby is so delicious it's insane.
You spend the evening in your apartment, getting off on Abby's shirt, fantasising about her going into heat and how you would take care of her and how good you would make her feel.
You're together for a few months now when Abby's heat comes. You can smell it on her the day before, when she is all whiny and tired, sleeping for the bigger part of the movie on top of you. Her usual rose scent is getting stronger.
“Are you close to your heat?” Abby hums in agreement and you swallow, staring at the ceiling. “Okay. I can smell it.”
“Oh.” Abby is surprised. She doesn't have a very prominent scent so she didn't expect you to notice. “Oh I didn't think you'd smell it.”
“Your scent is my fucking heaven, of course I would.”
Abby blushes. Deeply. And you feel her press her thighs together. It makes your dick twitch.
“I think it'll start tomorrow.”
“Do you want me to be with you?” You ask innocently and Abby chuckles. “I mean, we haven't done anything yet and I understand if you want to wait and have normal sex first. Well, if you even want to have se-”
Abby cuts you off with a kiss and you relax. “We can try normal sex now.”
And you do. It's slow and sweet and you both laugh when you bump heads and knees and when you have to fumble around for lube since you're messy, but it's perfect.
You're not aggressive, but you still growl and claw at Abby's soft thighs, and it's a perfect balance of care and pure animalistic want, and Abby feels wanted. She kinda wants to see your control break.
And then you dip down between her thighs and Abby yelps and pushes your head away, shy. “You don't have to-”
“I really fucking want to. But if you don't want me to, it's okay. I won't.”
“I've never done it before.” Abby admits, embarrassed. She asked Owen to do it once but he looked weirded out by her ask, so Abby felt ashamed to ask again. You stare at her in shock - a good-natured one - and Abby hides her face.
You slow down and get on her level again, gently moving her hand away. “Hey, it's cool. I didn't mean to belittle you, I just- you're so pretty and so gorgeous, who wouldn't want to go down on you?” Abby looks at you, so deeply touched by your care she feels her eyes water. She smells of love again and you giggle, burying your nose in her neck. “We don't have to do it.”
“I kinda wanna try.” Abby murmurs, smiling, and you beam at her.
“I'll go slow, okay? Tell me what feels good and what's not, yeah?”
That's how Abby ends up being eaten out for the first time. She loves the feeling of your mouth on her and how your fingers curl inside her. She loves how your eyes gradually become alpha red the closer she is to cumming.
She comes down from her high and looks at you, half naked and red-eyed, like a predator you're meant to be, and her cunt throbs.
Abby rides you until you're a grunting mess under her as she massages your tits and clenches around you. You growl, but you don't grab her or hurt her, just let her have fun, and Abby is so fucking happy.
“I can't wait to spend my heat with you.” Abby moans and you cum immediately, filling her up.
This time Abby gets to feel safe and taken care of during her heat as you attend her every whim, every request, from “cum inside me” to “I really want some chocolate ice-cream”. You do everything, and Abby can't be happier. She texts Ellie as much when you're out to get her ice-cream and Ellie just sends vomiting emojis.
Of course then she tells Abby she is happy for her and that she is going to be a best woman at your wedding.
Abby doesn't want to admit, it scares her, but she wants to be your mate one day.
You come back not only with chocolate ice-cream, but with some junk food as well. Abby can't help but to drop to her knees right in the hallway.
You also help Abby recover after the heat, bringing her snacks and letting her nap every chance you can, and Abby knows she is in love with you. She doesn't even need to tell you: she constantly smells of love and lust around you now, but she decides to do it anyway.
You're balls deep in her while she pinches your nipples and nibbles at your scent glands, making you whimper in her ear. “Fuck, you feel so good around me.”
“I love you.” Abby says sweetly and you shudder on top of her, and Abby feels how your cock twitches when you cum. Abby feels your fangs scraping her scent glands and she cums too, milking you.
“Fuck, baby, shit! I love you too, I love you so fucking much, shit-” You pant and Abby grins.
Abby likes making a mess out of you.
For some insane reason, Abby's excited for your rut. She didn't like spending ruts with Owen, but you're so gentle and patient, Abby is sure she'll be okay.
Your rut comes after a month after Abby's heat. Abby likes how possessive you get in pre-rut, even though you start growling at Ellie, which doesn't end well with Ellie's explosive temper. You get along well any other time, but the constant stare down irritates Ellie to the point when she tells Abby, “go fuck the crazy out of your alpha, she is so fucking annoying. Yeah, you.” Ellie stares at you while you tug Abby closer on your lap, scenting her. “Oh my god, get a fucking room. I know Abby is like, your Jesus or whatever, but it's too much.”
Abby just giggles and enjoys how your growling changes to purring. Abby turns to you and cradles your face. “My alpha.” She murmurs and Ellie groans.
“I fucking hate you guys.”
“Not our fault you fell in love with another alpha, Ellie.” You chuckle.
“Fuck off.” She growls and two if you laugh.
Abby stays at your place and you get to fall asleep with her in your arms.
On the next day you wake up with a heavy head. You're already hard and Abby is right there, soft and sleeping. You think about how her wet hot pussy feels around your cock and your pheromones spike up so high Abby wakes up.
She can tell right away that you're in rut. Your scent is suffocating. It's not soft, safe suffocating scent that Abby likes, it's the one that gets stuck in her nose and makes her cunt clench around nothing. She wants nothing more than to get on her fours and present herself for you - this is how much power you have over her.
“My rut-”
“Yes, I-”
“If you don't want to be here, I think I can hold off for 10 minutes and let you leave.” You growl and it only turns Abby on.
So she does what she wants - she gets on her knees, her cunt right in front of your face, and arches her back.
“Knot me, baby.”
All your restraints break. You're rough and you make Abby take everything: if she is not cumming on your cock, she is cumming on your fingers as you fuck your cum back into her, or she is sitting on your face. Abby struggles to keep up with you, since she is not in heat, but she can't wait to take your knot, and she tells you as much. You growl and fuck her harder, feeling your release building up. Abby is so pretty under you, covered in marks, her tits red from your mouth. She spreads her legs and you pin her thighs by her sides, watching your cock disappear in her pretty little pussy. You finally push your knot into Abby and she whimpers, tries to adjust to your size, but you rub her clit and she clamps on you.
“Mine. My omega. My girl.” You growl loudly while Abby clenches around your knot, thrashing on the bed. It's too much pleasure and she knows you're far from done.
And Abby is right. You make her cum on your knot four other times, and only after she makes you cum again - which means she cums st least three times more - you give her a break. You're still sweet, but now it's possessive sweetness. You don't let her do anything, bathing and feeding her, but she is so exhausted she doesn't even notice.
“I wanna nap.” Abby tells you when she is snuggled against your chest. It's a small break before you would get horny again.
“You should. You did so well.” Abby giggles and nuzzles your neck.
“Don't wait if you get horny again. It would be a nice way to wake up.”
“I fucking love you.”
“You better. You're my alpha. It's a requirement.”
“You call me your alpha again and you're not napping, babe. Go the fuck to sleep.” You kiss her forehead and Abby laughs.
Abby doesn't know if it's luck or destiny, but this time she is sure: you are the one for her.
(and she is right.)
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I wanna know if danny just think about us like a plaything or he really loves us ;33
Glad you asked that!
Short answer is yes, he loves us!
And if you want to hear me rumble about why it's a yes, keep reading :]
I have a headcanon that Danny met (Y/N) years ago, around when he just began killing. (Y/N) was supposed to be one of his victims, but he couldn't really find the right moment to strike.
So he watched, and watched, and watched... He kept stalking, observing their life progress from afar and making the unholy obsession grow. And at some point even becoming fond of seeing them achieve their little goals.
He didn't even realize just how dependent he became on stalking (Y/N), whose sole existence somehow managed to bring his comfort, like seeing that good old friend from years ago.
And he HATED IT, HE HATED THEM FOR THAT.
The hate was short-lived though, because when he finally got the perfect chance to come and kill them, he just...
Sigh.
Though (Y/N) was totally oblivious about his existence, in some twisted way, they were the only person that has been around as Danny grew as a person (a very bad person but nevertheless-). Beside, he watched them evolve too, and that made him feel this strange kind of connection to them.
He still acts like it's not big deal, actively scaring and teasing (Y/N) in each of his visits just because. But even his prideful self knows that he genuinely likes them, and could never take his teasing any further.
#nothomegal ask reply#danny johnson#ghostface#ghostface x reader#danny johnson x reader#slasher x reader
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Guardian Zestial Pt 1
Something that has somewhat been living rent-free in my brain for a while.
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When Charlie was an itty-bitty little babe, Lucifer started worrying about his precious little girl getting in trouble. Since Razzle and Dazzle aren't in existence yet (idk how old these two are or when Charlie got them as her servants/bodyguards), the King of Hell started looking for a suitable bodyguard that could double as a caretaker. The tricky bit was looking for someone who wouldn't try to use Charlie as leverage because this was Hell.
Therefore, Lucifer made a very detailed list of criteria that he wanted for this Protector for his precious little girl. Someone strong enough to protect Charlie from any type of threat within Hell, wouldn't use Charlie as leverage to get to Lucifer, wouldn't harm Charlie in "Any" way, could care for a child, smart enough to be a tutor if needed, and most importantly, someone Lucifer could genuinely trust.
Simple list, but given that this was Hell, that was a tall order. So Lucifer created little "Speye Ducks" to search the entire Pride Ring for his precious daughter's perfect protector.
Thankfully, none of the denizens of the Pride Ring noticed the Speye Ducks; if they did, they either didn't care about them or thought they weren't worth their time.
It takes a year or two for Lucifer to find some potential guardians for his precious little daughter. A handful of Sinners and a few members of the Goieta. The biggest issue was whether or not he could trust any of these potential guardians. Therefore, Lucifer created a plan to test these potential guardians. An easy test of trust on paper, but easy to fail.
Lucifer summons these people (separately) and gives them a sealed envelope, telling them that he needs them to deliver this secret letter to a potential grand commander for the army he's planning on making. Lucifer makes it a point to tell them he trusts them with this valuable information and not look at it. He sends them off after he tells them where this "commander" is. Once he gives all the potential Guardians the test, he teleports himself to said location and waits.
All but one failed the test. Zestial.
He is the only one to take a moment to weigh his options regarding this 'information', considering the pros and cons of looking at the 'information' and following Lucifer's orders. Seeing that it would be more beneficial to have the Ruler of Hell's trust in his corner over a glimpse at something that would possibly become public once the 'army' was established, Zestial proceeded to deliver the envelope to its destination without opening it.
Zestial is understandably surprised and confused when he arrives at the location and finds Lucifer there.
Lucifer congratulates the Overlord on passing his little trust test and then proceeds to tell Zesital why he did this and why. Ofc, Zesital is confused by all this.
Lucifer goes into more detail on his desire to have a perfect guardian for his precious daughter and why. He explains how Zestial fits the criteria he's looking for and wants him to be that guardian, and ofc Lucifer isn't asking Zestial to do this for free.
So they talk for a while to iron out this little Deal. For the care and protection of Charlette "Charlie" Morningstar (plus the possibility of being a teacher to her), Zestial will earn Lucifer's backing as an Overlord, given protected areas during the Extermination in his territories for the souls that he owns (not the entire territory because that will be too obvious to others in Hell and the Exorcists, but scattered across it in easy to access areas), and the access to the Morningstar Mansion to him and anyone he holds close to his heart. Ofc, Lusicer makes sure to put in the contract that Zestial couldn't use any personal information he gains while at the Morningstar Mansion or while caring for Charlie. Both beings keep their souls.
After solidifying the contract for the Deal, both Lucifer and Zestial agree to it and seal it.
It doesn't take too long before Zestial becomes attached to the cheery little toddler while in his care. While bitty Charlie didn't enjoy the screams of the denizens of Hell, she seemed to enjoy the teas that Zestial brought. The little tot was more interested in the sweeter teas than the bitter ones.
It doesn't take long before Zestial brings little Charlie (maybe when she's 6-7ish) over to the Carmine Family for a get-together. Odette and Clara were overjoyed by the fact that they could be big sister figures to Little Charlie. Carmilla is understandably confused by this, at least until Zestial confides to her about his little charge while the children are playing. Ofc, Carmilla gives him a 'what are you thinking?' talk. Zestial understands his friend's concerns and explains why he accepted the Deal, adding that he asked for Lucifer to also place a Safe Zone in the Carmine Residence and that little Charlie might as well be his little goddaughter. Carmilla couldn't help but agree that the youngest of the Morningstars was easy to love and was willing to look after the youngling in case Zestial was busy, somewhat adding that her daughters would be willing to look after her too. (Family Bonding!!)
Over the years, Zestial learned more about the Morningstars as well as somewhat became part of the family.
But the more subtle yet information Zestial gained came specifically during and after the Extermination. He saw how much the Morningstars loathed that day. Charlie was more obvious about that since she was still pretty young and didn't understand what was going on. Lilith seemed to get irritable. And Lucifer was... Complicated... He seemed to have this strange combination of anger and sadness when this day came around... Zestial watched these moments from the shadows for years, unsure how to broach the subject.
Until one year when the Exorcist decided to have the Extermination a week early when Zestial was out and about with the Carmine Family and little Charlie for an afternoon stroll in a bizarre to get some supplies for said event. The attack was sudden and there was no real time to take cover for anyone. However, Zestial was quick to act and used his powers to grab the Carmines and little Charlie and then teleport them all into the Morningstar Mansion with only seconds to spar.
Ofc, Lucifer is confused by their sudden presence and asks what was going on. When he's told about the early Extermination, Lucifer goes through several different emotions in a matter of seconds. Sock, disbelief, worry, relief, anger, and resentment in that order. Little Charlie rushed into her father's arms in tears, still terrified over the whole ordeal.
That was when Odette and Clara shouted at Lucifer, asking him why the hell he allowed the Exorcist to do the Extermination every year before Zestial and Carmilla could stop them.
Lucifer quickly snaps back in anger, "You really think I want this shit to happen!?" The ruler of hell then says in anger, "But does Heaven listen when I suggest any alternative solutions?! NO!! They don't give a crap!!" Lucifer hugs his confused daughter closer when he says softly, "All I was able to do was make sure they leave the Hellborns alone..."
The Carmine Family and Zestial... Did not know how to respond to this... Reveal... But due to Lucifer and Zestial's deal, this information stays between them. Never to be told to anyone outside the Morningstar home...
A few years go by, little Charlie starts spending a little more time outside the Morningstar mansion. But most of that time was either with Zestial or the Carmine Family, learning a lot of useful skills. Charlie learned about conjuring magic from Zesital while she learned combat and weaponry from the Carmines. It didn't take too long before she could handle any type of threat on her own, mostly. Charlie was still an oddly kind-hearted soul for a hellborn and princess of hell. Zestial usually takes care of the would-be assassins behind Charlie's back by using fear tactics.
To be continued in pt 2.
#hazbin hotel#Zestial#hazbin zestial#Hazbin Charlie#Hazbin Hotel Charlie#Hazbin Lucifer#canon divergent au#Rough outline#Hazbin Hotel Lucifer#Hazbin Hotel Zestial#carmilla carmine#odette carmine#clara carmine
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How would Venti feel if we asked him to be our boyfriend? :3 in the real world au
Venti Boyfriend Headcanons:
Ok so I have no idea if "boyfriend" is like a common term used in Teyvat, I see no reason why it wouldn't be, but I can't think of a specific instance in which I have read it, so for the sake of making this funnier, I'm going to pretend like it isn't
Also this literally just turned into boyfriend headcanons so whoops—
Warnings: like nothing, this is just wholly fluff
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• "Boy,,, friend??"
• His face falls as soon as he hears you propose it
• Is generally distraught that you didn't think of him as a friend up until this point
• You two had known each other for so long and shared so many wonderful times together
• Were you only just now considering him to be a friend???
• "Venti... Venti no—"
• You have to explain that concept in words he understands, romantic partner, significant other, lover
• He almost passes out when it finally does register
• "You mean it!? You want to be like that? With me???"
• "That is generally what a person means when they ask somebody to be their boyfriend—"
• You are now both on the floor because of how quickly he tried jumping into your arms
• "Yes yes yes! I love you so much, thank you! I'll be the perfect boyfriend!"
• The only problem is he doesn't really know what all that entails in your world, if it's different from his world
• Research time
• One hundred percent the type to look up "how to be a good boyfriend" and find like a wikihow, then study it intensely
• Notes were made
• Tries to at least attempt everything that he sees (and thinks is a good idea), then very carefully studies your reactions to decide how he wants to proceed
• Cooks for you and makes you things and considers any time that you are hanging out to be a date
• Is constantly showing you off to everyone and everything
• Takes great pride in being the person you chose for a partner, also becomes a little obsessed with keeping that title
• Loves hearing you call him yours, it's an immediate sure fire way to brighten his mood
• "Pleeease, one more time, I won't ask again, today."
• It's really impossible to deny him when he looks at you like that, in a manner that can only be described as completely infatuated
• You sigh, this being the fifth time today you've been forced to do this, "I'm glad you're mine, and I would choose you over anyone Venti."
• Giggles and hugs you, thanking you and promising to prove himself even more
• Constantly refers to himself as your boyfriend when anyone asks, or doesn't ask
• Wants to meet all your friends, anybody that you interact with consistently, anybody related to you
• It's a way of showing he takes the whole thing seriously
• Also, you're going to have to constantly be explaining how your boyfriend is, in fact, old enough to drink, and significantly older than you, for that matter
• Nobody believes you
• I think I've really driven the point home about how much he just absolutely loves physical affection
• So that's going to be happening a lot more now
• He'll probably get more diverse in his pet names too, making a game out of finding a new one
• "Oh my one and only, light of my life, peak of my existence, where are youuu?"
• "You know my name works fine, right?"
• He's also gonna take up house husband responsibilities
• I mean, he was already doing that, but without the addition of knowing he was doing it
• "My angel you're back! I missed you soooo much, tell me all about your day~"
• On a good note, he's going to be way less effected by jealousy because he now has a title to prove that he's more important to you than everybody else
• If he ever needs to confront somebody that he's jealous of, he's going to absolutely rub that title in their face
• He's just so happy that you love him and he considers the title of being your lover to be so much farther above all the other ones he has
#genshin impact#sagau#genshin venti#yandere genshin x reader#genshin x reader#yandere genshin au#venti x reader
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Que the random KOTLC HeadCannons again because I fucking can hoe.
Sophie still wear human shoes, so does Dex because he bonds with his mom dealing with human stuff. Keefe also prefers the style of them so he got custom made elf shoes that looks like human shoes.
KOTLC elves religion is the stars. I saw someone (I forgot who I'm sorry pookie) talk about that and I now accept that. On the flip side, Orgrs and Gnomes religion is nature. Hilarious because they "worship" it differently. Goblins religion isn't a thing but the concept of honor and pride. Trolls worship battle and intelligence. I hope this shit makes sense lol.
If Marella was in the human world she'd be addicted to vapes. I don't make the rules man.
Fitz, Dex, and the Twins have built a tolerance and became accustomed to violence and things that would shatter a normal elf's mind because they were exposed to it at a young age. Dex was through human movies/documentaries/books, Fitz from looking for Sophie, and the Twins because y'know their whole shtick.
Tam is asexual and homoromantic. Linh is lesbian. No further questions.
Fitz is Bi-Curious. No further explanation.
Dex is pan. He doesn't know it yet but he is.
Keefe is a bi king.
Keefe tried to have a hair dye phase but was quickly punished for it so yeah.
Bianna had purple hair at one point. She made Fitz have a purple streak in his hair too and that got him even more fangirls.
Fitz didn't know he was dating people ever. Like all the relationships hes been in were one sided and it was the delulu chick. He was clueless. So he was often confused when girls would randomly tell him it's over. Mans be like "?????"
Keefe would flirt but deny anyone the chance of dating him. He feels bad about it though cuz he could get the smallest wiff of their soul crushing and he hated doing it but he had to.
Dex knows how to sew. He's really good at anything to due with creation honestly. He's really handy to have around Ong.
Dex also thinks the weirdest creatures are cute. Mans will look at the ugliest weirdest thing and be like "Awhhh who's da baby!?"
Dex suffers from panic attacks, even before the whole getting kidnapped shit. He has GAD.
On the topic of disorders, there are therapists in the lost cities but uh. There isn't many. Mostly because the world is "perfect" so they don't see the need for it but there are a good handful to fit in one building.
Elves minds don't actually shatter from guilt per say but trauma and rumination. Something that fucked you up mentally? You constantly think about it? BAM GUILT!!! The better you are at coping, the less likely you are to shatter. Not only that but the younger you are when exposed to guilt shattering things the less you will shatter. (Based on my observations of KOTLC)
I ignore the whole Grady being blond thing. He's black hear girly.
After everything with Fitz, Keefe sees Ro as his best friend. He'll never tell her or anyone that but that's what he feels and thinks.
Fitz hates himself. A lot. He doesn't think he does but he also doesn't know that being self critical to the point of getting angry when his image is fucked up isn't normal.
Bianna doesn't hate herself but is more scared of how she's perceived. She thinks she's fine, mostly because Della and Alavar(mostly him) made sure to give her a lot of positive about herself. But people use to point out things about her that didn't live up to the Vacker name or just made her "weird" so she basically said fine I'll fit in a little bit lol.
Keefe has thought about yeeting himself before. Only briefly, never too long or in detail. He just wondered if the world would be any different if he didn't exist. Would anyone even notice he was gone? Probably not. I mean his family thinks he's a fuck up and most of his teachers only see him as a smart ass punk. The only time he even thought of a plan to kill himself though was when Sophie "died". The only reason he didn't was because a small gut feeling told him something didn't add up. That she was still there. They could still save her, and Dex. He was so grateful for the feeling when he found them both.
Dex use to have a habit of self harm. Not cutting no. He would bite, scratch, anything to cause pain when he was frustrated or upset. He was bullied a lot as a kid and constantly dealt with jerks in the store treating his family wrong. His mom got him out of it though. Now he just scratches himself when he's frustrated. He tries not to do it in public.
The twins have eaten meat before. They gotta do anything to survive before the gnomes found them. Linh cried every time though. Tam just felt a little sad but hey his sister was fed so he couldn't be happier.
Elwin in the best doctor in the lost cities. But he hates publicity and doesn't want to be stuck with snobs and rather deal with kids since he doesn't plan on having any children himself. (He's also gay and knows it but he is terrified of the backlash and whatever else that would happen to him if he came out.)
Stina has a hatred for most nobels, no on but one of her ex friends knows this though. Stina genuinely can't stand them, mostly because of how they would treat her dad and such. But she's a great actor. (ILY bbg)
Okay don't be mean to me but I forgot Dex's mom's name but she miscarried before having Dex. It's rare for that to happen to elves so it just added to her trauma and stuff. Her name is like Juliana or smt I know it. Fuck what's her name. Ugh. Curse you shit memory man.
Bronte use to be a lot more happy and loving, even had a girlfriend for a really long time. She was one of the few elves that have died in the many years the world has exited. That's what caused his shift in goals. He also sees parts of him and her in Sophie and that's what makes him not like her very much cuz she kind of looks like a child he could have had.
Bronte also had a thing for Fintan before the girl. He's bi. Fuck off.
Bronte is also emo/goth. The OG icon frfr.
Oralie use to be a very mean person because feeling everyone emotions even without touching them (even if the small waft of emotions isn't that intense) really upset her. She is one of the few people who got therapy and then she found out she wanted to change the world so she worked towards being a council member.
After and elf turns like 29 people don't really question the age gap of the relationship. Anything younger dating someone like hundreds of years older turns heads but people keep their opinions to themselves.
Weddings are like a fashion show to elves. Everyone, not just the bride, show up glammed ASF. Is a huge party event.
Some families do celebrate birthdays, but only by tens. You're born! Birthday party. You're ten years old? Birthday party! ECT. This is considered very old fashioned and traditional.
Most of the young adult elves live in Atlantis.
Oh and the other school in the lost cities are for those who don't plan on nobility or want to achieve a specific profession that isn't ability related. They do most of the stuff Foxfire does but instead of one on one teaching it's a small group of ten or five being taught at once, grouped based on abilities. They aren't very popular which makes them really easy to manage and stuff.
There are only a handful of ancients that still keep up with the world and ECT. They choose isolation because of the dark things they've seen and how long it has been. They are kind of.... Cooky. Lil crazy. Bonkers if you will.
The shades of blue can get really close to green and purple, even some lighting makes them look like that.
Intersex elves happen rarely but when they do they are asked what they wish to identify as when they are ten and will go in as that for the rest of their lives. Out of all of the elves population, twenty intersex people exist. Five of them are ancients and two are still not old enough to choose their identity yet.
It's not unheard of for every distant cousins to get married. (They gotta be like 6 times removed tho.)
Tis all. Ty. Bye bye now.
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How was Ozai suffering from the imperialist regime of FN of all people? I mean in the past, yeah, he's a victim of the environment too. But when he was the Fire Lord and could stop the very war? The only "suffering" I can think of is managing the country's declining economic state because the war was driving out all the resources iirc. And also Azulon ordered him to kill his own son but imo it was more of Azulon being an abusive asshole than the imperialist system's doing.
The Fire Nation's imperialism directly affected how the dynamics in the royal family would work.
We see Sozin kill Roku, his best friend who might as well have been family, because he was in the way of his goals. Lu Ten died because Iroh, his dad, just HAD to fucking conquer Ba Sing Se. The whole deal of the "weak" needing to be harshily punished and forced to submit was what led to Azulon becoming abusive, and to Ozai then repeating that pattern with his own kids - hence the scene of Azulon demanding Ozai to kill Zuko mirroring the Agni Kai scene.
Also, it is totally possible to be a victim of your own poor decisions (see Sozin basically driving himself mad as he continues to chase the Avatar and Iroh losing his only child because of his ambition) and that very much fits Ozai's case.
In his blind ambition to become Fire Lord, Ozai betrays his own brother, kills his father, and banishes his wife. Because he couldn't stand anyone questioning his authority, even if indirectly and/or accidentally, he irreparably destroyed his relationship with his son by physically abusing him. Even the last person on Earth that still cared about him, Azula, CAN'T help him because the immense pressure he put on her to be the perfect princess/child soldier psychologically destroyed her. And let's not forget the only reason he lost his bending (and nearly died) was because he refused to accept Aang's final request for a ceasefire - we even see him explicitly say he doesn't believe the air-nomads deserved to exist, and then loses EVERYTHING when the last survivor of that group puts him in his place.
Ozai ended up all alone and powerless because his megalomania made him hurt people, and these people then turned against him - just like he did with his father.
Now, obviously he didn't suffer nearly as much as say, Aang, Katara, Sokka, or literally any of the victims of the genocides his family was responsible for, and the fact that he was a victim both of his environment and his own pride doesn't mean we have to forget everything he did - but neither do his bad actions erase his suffering, and half of said suffering being his own fault doesn't make it less real.
I don't hide the fact that I dislike Ozai. A LOT. Sometimes I legit get angry just looking at his face or remembering that he exists. But the whole point of Avatar is that when the world is out of balance, EVERYONE suffers. Spirits, animals, nature itself, and, of course, humans too - from the common man to the most powerful ruler, benevolent or otherwise. Saying that, even with how horrible he was, Ozai's fate IS 100% a tragedy, isn't the same as saying I want him to be redeemed or that what he did wasn't that serious or that he can't be blamed for anything since he was suffering too, it's just me pointing out that the show's narrative was coherent with it's themes when it came to Ozai's characterization, role in the story, and bitter end.
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Early One Morning
Prologue
“Exactly that. Only they’re not statues,” he said, pointing to the alcove. “They’re called the Lonely Assassins. No one quite knows where they came from, but they’re as old as the universe, or very nearly, and they have survived this long because they have the most perfect defense system ever evolved. They are quantum-locked.”
“Okay, so how do I slay it?” Buffy asked, wanting to get to the important part.
“You can’t. Well, it’ll be difficult. See, they don’t exist when they’re being observed. The moment they are seen by any other living creature, they freeze into rock. No choice. It’s a fact of their biology. In the sight of any living thing, they literally turn to stone. Except with your friend, the vampire.” -The 10th Doctor & Buffy Summers, “Don’t Blink.”
The world shifted.
One moment, Buffy was standing in her Watcher's garden surrounded by the familiar hum of 21st-century technology, and the next, she was plopped down in a place that seemed straight out of a history book. Or a movie set. Buffy was really hoping this was a movie set. Emma. Sense and Sensibility. Pride & Prejudice—the one with Colin Firth. Those were all great movies. Her mother loved those movies. Wouldn't it be something if she had been transported on a movie set? She could navigate a movie set. She’d heard that the catering on movie sets was to die for!
Buffy rubbed her eyes, taking in the sights and the sounds around her. And the smell. Oh, god, the smell was something else—a mixture of human and animal waste and probably dead things. Buffy was used to the smell of dead things. But this was like the after-party of a zombie convention, and someone had used up all the air freshener.
Buffy smelled all the smells—they were not fancy catering smells. Maybe a realistic horror movie or special effects smells? But she didn't see a single camera, boom mic, or key grip—whatever those were—in sight.
Dense fog wrapped around the streets of London, the sharp chill making her skin prickle. The muted morning light filtered through the haze, casting long, eerie shadows. Everywhere she looked, people moved with a purpose she couldn't fathom, their clothes and demeanor utterly alien. She felt like a brightly colored peacock in a flock of sparrows.
The fabric of her dress fluttered against her legs, its modern cut and color drawing attention from everyone who noticed her standing there in a sundress, jean jacket, and Doc Martens. A fashionable outfit in the 21st century, but wholly underdressed and practically naked wherever—whenever—she was now. The sensation of dozens of eyes on her made Buffy's skin crawl. Men in top hats paused mid-conversation, women in bonnets whispered behind gloved hands, and children stopped to gawk openly.
'Toto, I have a feeling we're not in Kansas anymore,' Buffy thought, her heart racing, her throat constricting with fear.
A sharp whistle broke through her spiraling thoughts. Buffy turned toward the sound. A police officer pointed in her direction with a stern face. He marched toward her with purpose, and Buffy's pulsed leaped furiously. What did I do? I've only been here two seconds, and the police are after me already. Is it because of how I'm dressed?
Desperation urged her legs to move. Instinct kicked in, and Buffy began to run, knocking into a sea of unfamiliar faces blocking her path. Each step felt labored, the weight of her new reality pressing down on her with each heartbeat. Her mind flashed back to Giles' garden and the statue of his great-grandfather, Percival Fairweather. One blink and the once inert effigy had come to life before her.
The Doctor's warning about weeping angels and cherubs echoed in her mind. But he'd never mentioned statues of real people springing to life. The thing had appeared out of nowhere. Before Buffy could process what was happening, she blinked, and now she was running through the streets of old-timey London with a police officer on her heels.
Just as she felt the cold fingers of despair clutching at her, a rough hand seized her arm, yanking her into the cool shadows of an alleyway. It was a young woman, maybe a little older than Buffy herself, dressed in a worn dress. She had a kind yet world-weary face.
She pressed a finger against her lips, urging Buffy to stay silent. Together, they waited as the echoing footsteps of the police officer grew faint.
Once certain they were safe, the woman turned to Buffy with curious eyes. "You ain't from 'round here, are ya?"
Buffy swallowed, her throat dry. "Where am I?"
"In London," she replied.
Buffy's eyes welled up, the enormity of her situation crashing down around her. She fought the urge to cry, to scream, to do anything to wake herself from this nightmare. "When am I?" Her voice shook.
“Ma’am?” The girl frowned, obviously put off by Buffy’s question.
“What year is this?”
The tavern girl hesitated, her expression confused. "1874, o’ course."
The world seemed to close in on Buffy. The city sounds became muffled, replaced by the loud drumming of her heart in her ears. She felt the walls of the alley press in on her, her knees threatening to buckle. Then everything went black.
I just updated with chapter 26.
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tw: typical dol grossness. kylar is braindead
Angel has ... Interesting relationships with people in his school.
He's sure there's like, an actual demon in his fifth period class. Winged and horned and tailed and fanged and most definitely sacrilegious. Not sure what has to happen for someone to become a demon but, okay little succu-girl, you do you.
They don't talk and he's not affiliated with her in any form, but it's not like she's pulling up to class anyway - he's almost absolutely certain she has more pressing matters to attend to.
His loyalties lie elsewhere. Like with Robin, Willow and Ivory from chem, that cute Sydney boy that goes to temple and reads the holy scripture. Nice, pleasant folk. The type to ask about his day and help dab the cum of some dick head off his school trousers because he thought it was a good idea to take the bus today.
Whitney is naturally the bane of anyone's existence, but apparently likes to make it his personal perogative to make Angel feel put on the spot no matter where he goes. If he's not calling the man a trap, he's groping at his pussy and asking "if his balls dropped yet", bares his flat chest to the whole school, steals his clothes after swim class and forces him to walk around with a towel because he has too much pride to beg Whitney for them. He knows when Angel is running low on money though, because he'll stiffen his upper lip and grovel proper. But it's also the worst mistake he could have ever made - to assume that Whitney is placated by the one time. If he knows Angels willing to do it once, he's going to do it again. If not, his lackies have no problem helping Angel come to a compromise.
Angel's defiance against Whitney is a fickle thing. Sometimes he doesn't struggle. Other times Whitney is risking life and limb trying to fuck with him. I feel like it would eventually taper out into a begrudging respect, because I can imagine Angel hanging out with Whitney (maybe against his will, maybe not.)
Kylar and Angel used to be good friends. Over the summer they totally grew apart though - Angel was going through his own stuff - and going from almost inseparable to no contact was too much for Kylar to bare. He tried to stiffen his upper lip - tries to come back in small ways. Like feeding Angel's ants whenever he neglected them, putting little gifts under his pillow, keeping an eye on him and making sure he was being safe,
and being able to watch him slowly change over that seemingly insignificant stretch of time did something to him man.
Angel was so perfect. A nice girl who used to watch him draw in art class, and didn't say much herself, opting to observe as opposed to talk. She was so pretty ...
Not so much so outgoing, but very attentive and on point. Wouldn't let him trample the flowers in the park, and when it was just the two of them at the lake, didn't mind him seeing her topless. Maybe it was a little ambitious of him to think of Angel being the perfect mom.
Her tits would grow in and she'd fill out enough that the boys would stop making fun of her, girls would stop pitying her, and Kylar's parents make enough money that it wouldn't be hard to give their kid a nice life! A white picket fence and two loving grandparents. He always liked the idea of being a young dad, with a quiet wife, watch their son (or daughter) grow up, be able to spend more time with them...
But his little fantasy is just that. Nothing more. When he learns that this is in fact no phase, Angel really does use he/him and is a boy, well, forgive him for being a little unwell about it!
He knows Angel still ought to have his pussy, that it still might work, so Kylar inquires extensively, and at first Angel feels like he's taking the time to get to know him better, but the discussions begin to delve too close into intimacy - asking about his genitals, wanting to check them,
Angel isn't one to get up in arms or violent, but Kylar ended up forcing his hands.
One of theie last interaction was Angel shoving him up against a locker, saying something along the lines of:
"Say some shit like that again, and I'll bash your fucking brains in."
After Kylar inquired if he'd be okay with their kids calling Angel Mommy - because of course they can't have two dads.
Kylar still sits next to him in English class, much to Angel's chagrin.
#☁️ angel#👑 princess#willow narke 💢#ivory miller 🧪#degrees of lewdity#dol pc#kylar the loner#sydney the faithful#whitney the bully#robin the orphan
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Hello all you happy autobots and welcome back to My issue by issue look at Transformers: More Than Meets The Eye, one of my faviorite comics ever.
And with this one we finally have done it and finished covering the material I covered previously in my pride schedule. I didn't recycle any jokes or material from those for these reviews mind you, but it's nice to be able to start covering the rest of the series and the next arc is perfectly if accidently timed for winter.
That said we still have one issue left of Liars A to D before we leave the starting line, another death, and some light gunplay. So join me under the cut for all that.
So we open with a flashback to how Shock died. Turns out they got who died wrong. He does find it a tad ridculous that after surviving a whole ass war his brother died being melted into an engine, but does give him a sendoff with his innermost energon.
Innermost Ennergon is another bit of world building from James. It's one of the best things about the comic: that instead of just using what was there he also adds in bits about transformers biology, customs, terminology, the sort of stuff that most transformers properties don't dig into, but they should more often. As for what it means, I thankfully have the TFWiki to remind me: it's the energon nearest to the spark, energy that remains no matter what else changes abotu the transformer, i.e. alt mode, body that sort of thing. One of the core parts of them.
As for the ritual itself, that's something I did remember: it's a due to the dead using something that's a part of one's essence to send off someone you deeply care about.
It's a great idea and one I hope the shows pick up eventually.
Not so great are the Duobots themselves. Turns out they were spies for Prowl and Shock was down there trying to attach a tracer to the engines only to die.. and Shock deletes ore's cal lhistory then dies by sparkeater himself. The sparkeater.. is a floating aobomination that sucks out the brain module to easily take out the spark. Why it does that.. we'll get ot in am oment. For now we're back where we left off and Rodimus' reaction is
He quickly urges everyone but who he needs to get a hab suite and don't ask questions and don't leave.. then plans to lock them down as disobeying a direct order.. is exactly what he'd do. Because apparently when Captain Kirk died he reinccarnated as a transformer.
Meanwhile Tailgate, whose still trapped with his legs in alt mode from the last issue because he was transforming, a gag I completely forgot to mention, sees Cyclonus and is happy he recognizes somebody. A meet cute for the ages.
At the autopsy, which is something I don't say often but will say at least a few times during this retrospective, everyone else is chittering about it being a sparkeater while Ratchet is mad their all upset about some sort of bogeyman. They just need to follow proper Boogeyman procedure ratchet
Chromedome DOES point out WHY the brain was removed though: it's rossum's trinity, or the three most vital parts of a transformer: The Transformation Cog, the Brain Module and the Spark. Essentially a transformers brain, heart and soul. Take out one the rest shut down. Hence why it was quickly cut instead: it paralized the victim without actually killing him. Ratchet concedes the sparkeater is real or at least something like it is. Needing more info then "Well the cruel horrifying beast stalking us .. exists", Rodimus engages in one of his first shady actions of the work and asks Chromedome to brainhack the corpse. I do love Roddy but one draw of the comic is that he's not a perfect hero: he sometimes fucks up or makes decisions that aren't terrible, but are sketchy as all hell without any thought as to the consequences.
It's great morally grey writing: asking Chromedome to hack the corpses brain IS a necessary act, they need to know more about this thing.. but it's still iffy to ask someone trying not to be secret brain police anymore to do this again and essentially back them into a corner to hwere they can't say no. It does what Robots In Disguise was TRYING to do at the same time btu repeatedly failed at: have the characters make sketchy questionable decisions. But here instead of making Rodimus look llike a moron it simply makes you question him as a leader, and if thi sis just a slip up.. or a sign he's willing to make more compromises that may not be the best for the crew. The results area bitch sketchy (I love tha tpun) but at least show us what the monster is.
We then get this gutbuster of a scene I can't beleiive I didn't notice that closely the first dozen or so times i've read this issue:
We also get that green guy whose design I like. While his bio says he's hoist (he's the guy who fished out Cyclonus last issue), i'm going with Steve. I dunno he just looks more like a Steve. Steve Hoist. Yeah that sounds better. Cyclonus promptly just dumps his new friend/love intrest into the hab suite.
We next get back to Skids and Swerve who instead find a bar. Yes folks this is the secret origin of Swerves, and since it has energex distilleries (i.e. fuel what also is booze), it means the dream can become a reality. Allgedlys, Swerve was friends with Blur, a similarly chatty bot and the two were going to start a bar together and since Blur is busy in "Robots Yelling at Each Other while Starscream Easily Flies Circles Around Their Dumb Asses.. in Disguise", Swerve's gotta do this alone. Drift decides to go do some exploring, admitting he sees his amensia as a fresh start to figure out who he is and be whoever he wants to be.. though he does admit Skids and Swerve DOES sound pretty cool.
Back to the lab again and things.. arne't great> Chromedome isn't doing well since as he once told tailgate "The worse the death, the worse the memory" but they have a positve id.. problem is the sparkeater is now more active now it's gotten some food in it's belly well, so our heroes are up shits creek. Rodimus plans to stay with drift, figuring he'll be the brightest spark, while the rest go to go search for him, as shooting the creature may kill them all
Naturally of course, the person who finds them.. is Whirl
Who locked Atomizer out of their shared hab suite. As for who Atomizer is.. he's a read guy with a bow. I only mention him because, as I didn't know this first readthrough, he WILL be important later, it just wont' be for several years real time. Whirl saves his life but before he can kill them all Trailbreaker shows up and throws up a force field. That's his thing. We'll see more of him later as while he's not MAIN cast he does get a spotlight issue and is prominent in the first arc of season 2.
Turns out though the Sparkeater is actually going for Rung.. and it brings up somethign I love: this comic REALLY sets shit up well: While we won't know WHY his spark is brightest till the very last arc, it begins setting up an air of mystery around rung, while obfusticating it with Drift's theory that it goes after the person with the most trauma… so you don't question WHy a therapist has a brighter spark than several trained warriors.
Swerve's venting around in the vents saves him, and we cut to Tailgate and Cyclonus who gives a TECHNICALLY true version of history that paints the Decpticons in a good light: they rose up against a corrupt system while the Autobots wanted a more oderly transition of power that still ended with them in charge. It's not ENTIRELY wrong but it misses the nuance, i.e. the deciptcons soon sinking to being as bad as the people they replaced just in a diffrent way. It is nice though as it both sets Tailgate down a path for one heck of a cliffhanger at the end of the issue.. and sets us up as how cybertron used to work.. is a HEAVY part of this comic and the centerpiece of three diffrent arcs and a good chunk of the characters backstories.
Back with Team Rodimus, Rodimus has a plan…. have Swerve bring rung there and then grab him and use him as live bait
TBF he does take most of the risk himself, quickly dropping Rung and then slamming the monster into the engines, and thent urning them on… merging it with the engines in a nice payoff to the quantum engines things.
Magnus finds the action reckless and distateful. Granted he finds not answering coms right away reckless and distasteful but he has a point: he dosen't care if Rodimus puts himself at risk, it's what a captain does and frankly he knew who he was shiping with. But putting his own man on the line was distasteful. Rodimus cuts him off as he's captain and should be respected
Yeah I like Rodders.. but like I said.. sometimes the guy makes entirely stupid selfihs deicsions and tries to act like no one has the right to cal lhim out on it. THe diffrence, once again, between him and say other characters doing this in RID.. is that Rodiums is SUPPOSED to be wrong, gets called out on it and eventually grows out of it. It's part of his character growth that he stops being THIS reckless and stupid. As we'll hopefully see.
Finally Ratchet cleans out Tailgate's T-Cog, as it turns out some scrap around it is why he got mode locked.. but Tailgate makes an announcemnt.. he wants to be a decipticon. Dun dun to be continued. And with that.. we enter a whole new world baby. But first…
The Soundtrack
Love Love Love (The Mountain Goats)
For the first time we encounter a song I know well and have heard many times ever since Morel Orel. This song is a masterpiece, sad, beautiful, and well done. It's only real flaw is I don't get where it really fits in this issue. Like at all. It's a good song but it dosen't qutie synch up with the issue. It does fit the comic as a whole really well though.
Tonight We Fly (The Divine Comedy)
Another one that dosen't QUITE fit the issue as a whole, but does fit as end credits music, as it fits the comic well. It's also just.. beautiful. I can see why Roberts likes the divine comedy. This is some top shelf stuff with the melancholy vochals, nice backing sound.. thing, and bittersweet tone that just… fits Lost Light like a glove
Next Time: We begin a new arc at long last as Ratchet goes to a wintery research outpost where a mysterious virus has broken out.
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Rough patch
(Not my gif whoever did it thank you and I’m sorry)
Summary: A rough patch could break your heart, and break your lover’s too.
Warnings: fighting, mentions of divorce, mentions of blood, wounds, panic attack, car accident.
Couple: Spencer Reid x fem!reader
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Where do you start telling a story? Telling moments and events when you haven't been capable of processing, of coming into terms that what is happening right now it's not just a dream, a nightmare or anxiety chasing you, feeling it so close that sometimes you can't even breathe, you can't take a break. It's coming, and it's coming for you.
The feeling of being chased and wanting to hide is one very common in Y/n's life, you could say she felt it as she feels any other common, human feeling. And she hated it, she felt weak, she felt like a coward, she felt powerless.
Y/n hated fights, hated confrontation. She was a very sensitive human being and emotions stuck around for a while, doesn't matter how strong they were or how long it happened, they always ran through her mind. She would forget where she left her keys, but she wouldn't forget hurtful words, not even how hard she tried.
Being married to the love of your life might be a common dream, goal, desire people have. The crave of a happy ending and a “they lived happily ever after”. What they don't tell you is that not everything will be happy after the credits scene comes on your screen, not even in the after credits there is a scene that warns you. Not at the end of the book. You have to face it for yourself.
Y/n has been loving Spencer Reid for longer than she can remember, maybe fifteen years when he had his baby face and was a small genius, or maybe longer than that. Of course, the old myths always say you love your twin flame, your soulmate even years, decades before you get to meet them, your souls being attached to each other before your eyes ever landed on them. But at this point she doubts if Spencer is her true twin flame, soulmate, partner forever… her lover. And if he truly was, then why did she suffered so much? Why did they make each other miserable?
And it wasn't only her who was suffering, she could see the tears in his eyes everytime they fought, even if he tried to hide it. Let's be honest, neither of them were perfect and they have hurt each other. They have said words that digg as profoundly as knives, as burning as a pure flame, as broken as shattered glass.
Spencer was a genius for everything but love, and that was because love didn't come with an instruction book, step by step of what they had to do to save their love. Spencer knew all the countries in the world and their states, Spencer knew the name of every great person and their great contribution to humanity, he knew all the maths and physics to ever exist, however he didn't know how to make his wife stop crying at night. And it broke his heart.
And Y/n on the other hand, she wasn't a saint either. She had made him feel bad with their fights, she had made him think, and she didn't want to. She wanted to stop that, she wanted just to wrap her arms around him and tell him that it didn't matter how many times he made her cry, she would always love him, but the woman had a stubbornness and pride among her bones.
So did the genius.
Pride could be the silent killer. slowly killing that thing you love the most, silently and without any warning.
Spencer, oh Spencer. He knew almost everything, but he didnt know how to save his marriage, he wanted to. He wanted to be hers once again, being called her love and having her arms wrapped around him, but he couldn't. Maybe she hated him and if she did, did he deserve it? He had made her cry, yes, but, would that be enough to turn love into hate?
After all, they always say, from love and hate there was just one step, did he take it or did she?
He wasn't sure anymore.
He simply did not know.
…
Spencers hands worked through his stack of paperwork, one he decided to take home as he was simply tired of the work environment, even though his home wasn't as pleasant at the moment and he didn't want anyone talking to him, and apparently that was what his wife has been doing for the last couple of days, something he knows he has earned. He hasn't been much of a husband and her silence, even if it hurts him, he knows he deserves it, of the hurtful words he had said and the way he's been acting lately.
He shakes his hand in shame of his own self, he can't believe the way he has been treating the person he once claimed as the love of his life, so cruelly, and with everything but love. He just-he doesn't have words.
He sighs as he lays back on his chair resting his arms on the sides and sighing. He brings his left hand to rub his eyes. and then he hears the door of his studio being open. He looks to the way; His wife.
She's holding papers, Spencer sighs thinking it is more work.
“We need to talk…” she says looking at him.
She's willing to talk, to fix this. And so is Spencer, but he's too stressed.
“Not right now, Y/n,” he briefly says and goes back to work.
Even though hearing her voice again is delightful to him, he's just too stressed and he doesn't want to say mean things to her again.
Y/n tries to keep her patience but being around Spencer lately hasn't been the best way to do so, “Well at least one of us is willing to be the bigger person and discuss this,” she says with venom in her voice.
And there she goes again.
Spencer turns his head around looking at her in disbelief. Is she the bigger person? He definitely knows the answer.
The doctor chuckles without humour, “You the bigger person? Yeah let's discuss that because for what i know you've been running away from this talk way long enough when i've been wanting to discuss it, and now miss ´everything is done whenever i say’ wants to talk about it?”
There he goes. Speaking without thinking of his words first.
Spencer's words travel to her ear and to her heart, breaking another piece. Piece by piece has been falling the last few months, with words of anger, digging into the skin.
She scoffs and turns around wanting to leave as soon as possible.
“See? This is what I'm talking about,” Spencer lets out.
She holds the papers in her hands with strength, wrinkling it in the process, and she turns around with tears falling down her eyes.
Spencer holds his breath in seeing her hurt, but full of anger, expression. He regrets his words wanting to take them back, and his words might not be the only thing he will regret.
“You know what, Spencer Reid?” She says, wiping her tears with anger.
Spencer doesn't have the time to reply as she was speaking again, “I'm tired of this,” she lets out.
Spencer gets scared at the sound of her voice, she sounds so sad and defeated, because of him. It hurts his soul more than anything else would and will.
“Y/n i-” he tries to speak.
She shakes her head, “I can't do this anymore,” she speaks.
Spencer frowns, do what? Their relationship? Is she seriously giving up when he wants to keep fighting for it? And then, his worries fade away, rapidly turning into anger, pure vivid anger.
“Oh yeah so you’re gonna run away like you always do, huh? Why can't you face your problems like a grown up, Y/n!”
“Oh well, i hope this is mature enough for you,” Y/n says before walking a few steps ahead putting the papers on his desk, the wood making an impact with her hand.
And before he gets the chance to do anything else, to even ask her about those papers laying in front of him, she stormed out, anger being visible in all her.
Spencer sighs watching her go, knowing he fucked up once more. Maybe he could fix it, and if he could how would he?
The answers were in front of him, yet, he didn't know that at the moment.
His curiosity itchy like a sweater claimed and screamed for him to look at the papers, but something inside of him wanting for him to take his time, and if he could, not open them at all. Spencer frowns once more, and takes the paper in his hand feeling the weird sensation of the material and the nervous feeling setting down in his stomach. He carefully looked at the words, and his heart stopped just like his life had.
Divorce papers.
They were divorce papers.
She-no, she couldn't, no she couldn't just- or would she?
“No,” Spencer mutters under his breath.
No, no, no. This can't be happening, she can't. She can't be asking to break the promises they made on their wedding day, no she can't be asking to permanently stay away from him. Yes, he has been an asshole, but he's her asshole.
Did he take things too far? Did he actually hurt her so badly she didn't even want to try?
No! He loves her too much, she's his whole life. Spencer can't even imagine a day without her and now a whole life? No, they are soulmates, twin flames even. They're meant to spend the rest of eternity holding hands, she can't be doing this, it's not fair.
He feels like… he feels.
He feels like his world has come down, shattered, destroyed with his heart.
No, this can't be happening, he keeps saying over and over like a sacred mantra.
No, there must be something he can do, this is not fair.
It's not fair, it's not fair, it's not fair.
He feels like time has frozen around him, he can't even move. He can't think straight.
He looks at the papers again, reading them through. No, no no no.
He looks where he is supposed to sign, but he can't… and apparently neither can she.
Spencer rubs his eyes trying to see if his vision and lack of sleep is playing tricks on him, but no, she has not signed the papers. She has not signed the papers.
That means… Does that mean he still has an opportunity?
Hope grows in his chest, and he gets up. He's decided to fix this.
He grabs the papers and starts walking through their home, but before he gets to the door he receives a phone call.
He frowns.
“Hello?” He answers, his voice with evident confusion.
“Doctor Spencer Reid?” the voice of a woman on the other side speaks.
“Yes?”
“I speak from the hospital, your wife, Y/n Reid has been in a car accident. We need you to come to…” the woman gives the direction of the hospital but he can't hear. He can't hear anything but a pitched noise hurting his ears, and breaking his soul.
This… this can't…
Spencer's breathing gets more erratic, in and out, in, in, no, no out, and, no, out, and in, no.
He can't do it. He can't, he doesn't know how to breathe.
Spencer puts a hand on his chest trying to calm himself down, but he can't. Hot tears stream down his face but he can't acknowledge anything around him.
Y/n… his… his, the love of his life, his wife.
“Come on Spencer you gotta wake up this is just a nightmare, this is not happening, this is a nightmare,” he says. He sits on the floor and rocks gently back and forth, “Wake up, wake up, wake up,” he repeats closing his eyes with force, but no, this is real. This is not another nightmare, this is real.
The woman keeps speaking on the phone asking if he's alright, how can he? How can he? How can he? How can he be alright?
He hangs up and with shaky hands searches for a phone number, but he can't find it. He looks up and down three times until he sees it, and without thinking twice, he calls.
One.
Two.
Thr-
“Hey pretty boy!”
He doesn't answer.
Morgan, she… Morgan, he tries to speak, but his voice fails and he can't get anything out but tears.
“I'll be there in five minutes Spencer, it's gonna be okay, everythings gonna be okay,” Morgan says, hearing his frantic breathing.
He nods even if Derek can't see him. But he's not entirely sure of his words.
Minutes pass, and Spencer's breathing gets calmer, but he doesn't, he waits for Morgan but it feels hours away until he hears a knocking. Without thinking, he gets up and opens the door.
Morgan looks at him and his soul breaks, his little brother suffering so much.
“She… she-uh, she,” Spencer struggles with words.
“It's okay Spencer. You got this,” Morgan encourages, Spencer wipes his tears and Morgan can see his shaky hands.
“Y/n got into a car accident,” he lets out, and like reality hits him, he starts crying.
Morgan without thinking twice embraces him, “She's gonna be okay, she's strong, she got this,” he says.
Spencer nods, he knows she's strong but even strong people can bend, can break, can give up.
Derek can't help but let tears out of his own. He has so much love for Y/n, he can't just believe it.
“We gotta get you to your woman, you can't just stay here. She's gonna be upset when she wakes up and you're not there by her side,” Morgan says, leading Spencer out the door.
They arrive at the hospital, Spencer asking for her and him just getting a “we will give you further information once we have,” apparently she was in surgery and Spencer's nerves couldnt calm down.
Morgan sits next to him, waiting for him to talk, without pressure, just waiting.
And he does.
He sniffs, “We had a fight… we've been fighting a lot and I said hurtful things, and uh, she wants to get a divorce,” Spencer confessed.
Morgan frowns, he didn't know about that…
“No one said marriage was easy, and that's the point, it makes you stronger, it makes your bond stronger. And you love each other…”
Spencer shakes his head, “I'm not sure if she loves me anymore, what if i lose her forever?”
Morgan puts a hand on his shoulder, “It's Y/n Spencer. The woman who looks at you like you hold the stars and the moon, she looks at you like you were the whole universe, she loves you, and you love her, you have to tell her that once she wakes up.”
“What if she doesn't?”
“It's Y/n, she won't leave without pulling up a fight.”
Spencer chuckles, “My stubborn girl,” he says as he looks down to his left hand, playing with his ring. He feels peace then. Every little trace to her brings him peace.
He sighs and lays back on the chair, putting his hand close to his chest.
…
“Family of Y/n Reid?” A doctor with long, dark hair speaks. Spencer stands up.
“I’m her husband,” he says, nervous all over again.
The doctor softly smiles at Spencer, “You got a strong fighter right there,” she says, Spencer frowns making his confusion evident, “There were complications during the surgery, but she fought through it, she's gonna be alright, just needs a lot of rest and care but nothing too complicated, she's sleeping right now but you can come inside so she doesn't wake up all alone.”
The young doctor feels like he can breathe again, leaving a strong sigh out of his lips, tears of relief wanting to spill out, “Thank you, thank you so much,” he says.
The doctor just smiles and gives Spencer the number of her room, and he carefully walks towards it, letting Morgan know the news first. He plays with his wedding ring making his way to the room, and once he's outside he breathes in and out.
He feels so much relief, even with the tension of not knowing if their marriage could be saved, but Spencer prefers not having her as a wife, even though it hurts his soul, than having her six feet under ground.
He looks at her, bruises and cuts all over her skin, and he can't help but feel guilty. He lets the tears spill out finally, and he sobs and sobs while walking closer to her, he grabs her hand and kisses it, she feels cold, not giving her usual warmth, but he doesn't care, he will warm her up. His thumb caresses the back of her hand and with the other hand he takes the hair out of her face, “My sweet girl,” he lets out with a sob.
He gets closer to kiss her forehead, “Im sorry my baby, i'm so sorry,” he apologises against her skin.
He brings the chair closer to her bed, not letting her hand go, and he sits watching her breathe. He wants to speak to her, apologise and tell her he still loves her, but he wants to wait once she's awake so she can actually hear it.
He keeps kissing her hand, caressing his face with it from time to time. He's tired, but he wont sleep until she hears him out.
Spencer feels her move and he looks up to her, her eyes softly opening and closing, adjusting to the light, and she lets out a groan out of pain, his heart aches.
“Angel…” he lets out.
His angel.
She looks next to her, he's there, holding her hand. She lets a few tears out, he's there.
“Oh baby, what's wrong?” Spencer says, caressing her cheek. He doesnt wanna see her upset anymore, ever again.
“You're here,” she lets out.
Spencer's heartbreak, letting his tears out as well, and they both cry and sob, Spencer kissing her all over trying to make it stop.
“Of course I'm gonna be here,” he whispers.
“I'm sorry,” she lets out.
“What are you on about?” he frowns, “Why are you apologising?”
“The fights, the hurtful words… the divorce papers.”
He shakes his head, “You have nothing to apologise for, I'm the one in the wrong. If i didn't make you upset before you went out none of this would have happened,” he cries out.
Y/n takes a hand to his face, wiping his tears, “No, my love, this is not your fault, okay?”
“Neither is yours,” he says, knowing she would blame herself for it. She nods, “You think we can fix this’?” he asks with fear.
She nods again, “We can.”
Spencer smiles, kissing her forehead, “I'm sorry angel, I'm sorry for not being much of a husband, I'm sorry for the hurtful words that weren't true, I'm sorry for everything, and I love you, you hear me? I love you with all my heart, you're everything to me and I can't live without you,” he whispers.
“I love you, and I can't do life without you either. You're everything to me my love you have to know that”
“I know, you know?”
“I know.”
#criminal minds#spencer reid#dr spencer reid#doctor reid#spencer reid x you#spencer reid x y/n#spencer reid x fem!reader#criminal minds fanfiction#spencer reid imagine#Spencer Reid angst#Spencer angst#angst#spencer x fem!reader#spencer x you#spencer x y/n
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Angeal always bothers me and idk how to word it!! Not sure your take on why or what you see with his character in general but I'd love to know bc this has been bothering me forever
so this got. a little more heated than i thought it would. sorry anon lmao
angeal stans this is your warning!! nice things are not said under the cut
so angeal exists in the narrative to be the dead mentor figure so we feel bad for zack and to infodump a little about his and genesis's pasts in the beginning so genesis gets a modicum of development as well. he also does some obligatory passing on of his legacy of soldier honor and morals to zack so zack has a clear model to follow and we as the audience can see his growth from somewhat careless and cocky to a little more serious and driven after angeal's death. on a deeper level, angeal also exists as a counterpoint to genesis's and sephiroth's respective models of heroism, where (simply put) angeal's is staying true to a code of honor to protect the people, genesis's is being recognized by the public for heroic deeds, and sephiroth's is manufactured success and perfection in performance
and like, crisis core shows that each of these models doesn't work. in the case of angeal, his rigid adherence to a code of honor to remain morally pure leads to his downfall. especially with the circumstances of his death-- like, death before dishonor is an incredibly strong concept in japanese culture, but it's pretty clear in cc that what angeal does in forcing zack's hand is somewhat backwards in logic. like, where was this revelation that he was hurting people back in the middle of the war with wutai where he was literally destroying people’s villages and livelihoods vs. now when the war is literally over and he isn’t actively hurting people?? but. whatever. sure, let's assume this was the turning point that finally made him realize what he’s done in the past
but even then he doesn't solve anything, he doesn't try to help anyone despite that being basically his motto, he just gives up because he himself doesn't fit into his strict worldview-- if he isn't the hero he thought he was, then he must be a monster, and he can't be tolerated to exist. angeal quite literally shatters under the weight of his morals
there's also the issue of the story from his childhood, which is supposed to show his character as honorable à la "honor can exist in unconventional ways" but. it fails to establish him as such imo. it's like, you're too proud to accept help so you're gonna steal from people instead? and not even the rich people because one of them is your friend?? like there's a difference between being honorable and being too proud, especially if part of your motto is to protect others. it feels like a weird blend of capitalist work ethic + robin hood-esque imagery while missing the part where robin hood didn't actually steal solely because he was poor, he stole because fuck rich people and so he could help other poor people. you know. by giving them the handouts angeal is apparently too proud to accept
he's just a huge hypocrite, which makes his lectures on honor and pride feel all the more sanctimonious. he tries so hard to keep the moral high ground that the moment he comes up against something that actually tests his self-perception, he just shrugs and goes "guess i'll die". i feel like that was the entire point of how crisis core wrote him, especially given the role the buster sword plays in symbolizing his honor (aka use it or lose it), but the overall fandom tends to treat him as objectively the best of the firsts, like this bitch didn't just nosedive into drama queen territory just as quickly as the other two
anyways. angeal was wrong. the buster sword is a metaphor for his failure to uphold his own philosophies relative to the people who inherited it. fight me
like fandom angeal is as bland as white bread but somehow manages to singlehandedly piss me off more than any other character in the compilation. i think @ladylokiofmidgard put it best when she said he has the moral backbone of a chocolate éclair. i could go on more but this post is already too long as it is
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bimbo!reader x judgmental nerd eren
eren x y/n (wc: 3173)
warnings: nswf, slut shaming, slight dubious consent
i don’t think i did this correctly….
"no please, take your time. it's not like we've been here for hours." eren's sharp voice brings you out of your thoughts.
his piercing gaze is right there to meet yours when you finally stop staring at the wall. you chew on your pencil, quickly diverting your attention to the paper in front of you. you've done your best to avoid looking at him the majority of the time you've been here.
it's not your fault you can't look into his eyes for longer than a second. he's the one who's always observing you with that cold, calculating stare. you've been on the end of judgmental looks and not so quiet whispers for years now and have learned to not let them bother you—well you thought you mastered the art of simply ignoring those kinds of people. until eren.
you didn't even know he existed until a few weeks ago. the introduction for you two consisted of a simple bumping into each other in the crowded hallways of school, it ended with him bitterly muttering something about idiot cheerleaders as he stumbled away. not even sparing you a second glance. after that, you saw him often and he made his dislike for you evidently clear.
which makes no sense. how can someone not like you?
it's usually jealous girls giving you the stink eye and making up the ridiculous rumors. they're the ones who don't want to associate themselves with you. not nerdy nobodies who can't walk without stumbling over their own two feet. no, people like him usually worship the ground you walk on. or at least drool a little.
seriously you've tried everything to get rid of that menacing stare and frigid tone he always greets you with. it's like he's immune. "jesus y/n, how dumb are you?"
and they definitely don't talk to you like that. you know you're not the brightest, which is why your teacher got this jerk of a nerd to tutor you right before exam week but is that really an excuse for him to treat you like this? biting the inside of your cheek, you nudge a corner of your sweater until your left shoulder is exposed. leaning forward and batting your eyelashes which gets no response from him other than a blank stare. "i'm not dumb. i just don't get it." you pout. "can't you just tell me the answer? we've spent like thirty minutes on this question."
"thirty minutes cause you're an idiot." he mutters more to himself.
"i'm trying my best!"
"you should've learned this months ago. you would've if you didn't spend your time skipping class to hang out with your pig muscle boyfriend."
"he's not my boyfriend..." you go back to chewing on the pencil.
"so you just make out with any guy behind the bleachers?"
"you seem to know a lot about me." you look at him again, that stupid cold stare looking back at you through those glasses.
"who doesn't. you're y/n. the whole school knows of your...activities."
"those are just rumors." some of them are. most are true. you enjoy living life to the fullest. it's not your fault the people in your school saw a confident, attractive woman and instantly decided to put less than appealing labels on her. "and besides they're none of your business."
"whatever. just solve this, this is taking longer than our usual sessions and my mom will be home soon."
you groan, looking down at the textbooks and not understanding a single word. “please just tell me the answers.” you ask one last time, desperate.
“no.”
you huff, returning your attention to the book. “you’re going to age badly with all that scowling you do. just so you know.”
“shut up.”
"eren..." you say after five minutes which causes a frustrated sigh to leave his lips. "do you have an issue with me?" it's been four sessions of the frigid tension he always puts between you two and there's a lot more to come before graduation so you just want to get whatever problems he has with you out of the way.
it takes a few seconds before he's looking up from the textbook, pushing his glasses up as he sends you probably the most intimidating glare you've seen from him. "excuse me?" the very tone of his voice has goosebumps forming on your skin but you force yourself to stand your ground. you're not going to let some loser who's probably never even kissed someone to look down on you.
"you— you just seem to—"
"i don't have an issue with you y/n." he slams the book on the table causing you to jump. "having an issue with someone like you would imply i care enough and trust me i'll never care for such a ditzy little slut who doesn't respect herself."
you've been called worse than that and usually by scorned boys you hooked up with. but they were popular gym rats, not some overconfident lanky freak. you had a snarky reply on the tip of your tongue but with the cogs in your brain suddenly malfunctioning, you could only stutter out a pathetic, "i—i'm none of those things!"
"really?" he scoffs, actually getting up and walking over and as he does you think maybe it would've been a safer option to just keep your mouth shut. "wide doe eyes without nothing behind them. check." he starts. "plump lips perfect for what you do best. check." and the asshole has the nerve to slowly swipe his fingers across your bottom lip.
you should stand up, tell him to go to hell and get out of here but you're frozen. limbs not moving an inch as he continues, "empty little head. check. skimpy outfits to attract attention. check. i mean let's face the facts.."
you never would've thought the loser that always sits in the back of the class with his nose buried deep in a book would speak like this to you. it's insulting. freaking degrading. he knows nothing about you and yet he has that expression on his face like he does. "if i'm such a ditzy little slut as you so nicely put then i'd be jumping at the chance to hook up with you but here we are." you seethe.
that seems to finally strike a nerve as he scoffs, crossing his arms over his chest. you cut him off before he can defend himself.
"is that it...you're angry i haven't made a move on you because that's what sluts do isn't it? bone everything they see? is your pride wounded that i don't see you in that way, eren?" you let out a mirthless laugh. "well news flash, pretty girls like me don't go for freaks like you."
you got up, ready to grab your things and run out all while trying to ignore the nerves inside of you. he just stands there, rigid and glaring. "really?" he asks once your books are back in your bag.
"y—yes. now if you'll excuse me—" your wrist is being grabbed before you can take another step and for a second both of you are stunned, you mostly frozen in your spot because this creep has the audacity to touch you after everything he just said. you don't know what his excuse is but he only stands there like a shocked puppy before pushing you on the desk.
a gasp escapes your lips at being manhandled by him of all people, what the fuck is he doing? you're on your stomach, feet on the ground as the fucker puts a hand on your back, keeping you there. "w-what are you doing?" you pant out, bewildered at everything that just happened.
"i..." he trails off, not saying anything before manhandling you again. only this time it's for you to lay on your back and fuck, you could fight back. he's surprisingly strong for such a lanky freak but you're a cheerleader who does complex moves out on the field almost every day. you could kick him off, slam that big textbook in his face to the point his nose breaks and run out, making sure to report him.
but you don't. it's not that you can't. for some reason, you just don't want to. maybe it's curiosity, to see what exactly he plans on doing. to see if a loser like him actually has the balls to do anything but back away and apologize profusely.
"you're not fighting back." he simply says, sounding a bit confused as he comes to lean over your body. his hands on either side of your head as he stares down, those stupid piercing eyes staring down at you. "why?"
"shouldn't i be the one asking the questions here? like why the fuck you have me on this desk?"
he raises an eyebrow, leaning back and grabbing your thighs causing you to squeal in surprise. he spreads them, raising the dress you’re wearing until it's pooling at your stomach before you can even blink.
shit. what's wrong with him?
what's wrong with you? you should be kicking at him, you could easily shove him off. you could do it in a blink of an eye so why the hell aren't you.
where there's supposed to be fear...there's only anticipation. "you really are a slut." he laughs cruelly, pulling your panties down until they're completely off. where he throws them, you don't know. probably in some corner to hide so you forget about them, who knows what a pervert like him would do with it?
"you barely know me and yet...look at this." you shudder as his finger circles your clit before swiping across your cunt, bringing his hand up to show you your slick as if for emphasis.
"shut up." you grit through your teeth. "you're—" you don't have time to finish your insult before he's kneeling down, tongue immediately latching onto your clit.
your nails instantly scrape against the desk, shuddering as he begins to suckle on your clit. his tongue delves into you, fingers digging into your thighs on purpose as if the freak wants to hurt you. you can play that game too if he wants, fingers going to grab at the strands of his dark hair, pulling as you ground your hips against his annoyingly experienced tongue.
usually, your sexual partners don't willingly choose to eat you out but here is he. practically eager to get to business. he acted so high and mighty and still has the gall to continue doing so yet he's the one on his knees right now. freaking nerds are so easy. even overly judgmental ones with sharp gazes.
he’s basically lapping at you, moving from sucking your clit to eagerly drinking up your juices. never coming up for air as if he was made to simply do this. "f—fuck." you didn't want to make any noises, any implications that what he's doing is actually making you feel good but dammit it's hard when a tongue is diving deep into your most sensitive parts.
a particular bite has you instantly bringing your legs together but he quickly grabs them, forcing them apart to shove his face in between your thighs again. your breath catches in your throat as he licks up your dripping pussy. he doesn’t relent even once and the moans won’t stop escaping your lips, “sl—slow down. gonna…dammit.”
his tongue licks…freaking everywhere. the obscene noises causing you to hang your head back, he’s licking and sucking everything up as if it’s his favorite meal.
and it’s embarrassing. how fast you come. but how can not you? you mercilessly pull at his hair and shamelessly moan when you do. somehow you're the sweating and panting one as he stands up. "so that's what all the hype is about?" he tsk, seemingly bored.
it takes a few seconds for you to find the breath to say “don't act like you didn't enjoy that, with the way you were eagerly—”
"shut up." he takes his glasses off, putting them to the side before grabbing your thighs and pulling you closer to him.
"you're disgusting, you know? the nerve you have—"
"i spent the last two hours teaching you simple biology and somehow you couldn't do one question by yourself, if i'm testy that's all on you.
"it's not my fault." it comes out as a whine and you hate it, you were supposed to be insulting him. at least have some pride when you're about to be fucked by the guy who looks at you like you're nothing but a dirty piece of gum.
"shut up, for crying out loud. shut up." his voice is raspy as he unbuckles the belt to his revolting khakis.
you can't help as your eyes widen once his cock is in view. for such a nerd, he's actually packing. one hand holds your hips as the other guides his dick towards your leaking area and slight panic starts to take over. "a-aren't you gonna prep?" as orgasmic as that oral job was, you doubt just that will be enough to prepare you for that.
he grins, probably the first smile you've ever seen on his annoyingly handsome face. "don't worry, i'm sure a slut like you has a loose enough cunt."
"you little shit! that's—" your words get caught in your throat, back arching as he moves his hips forward, piercing inside of you. "fuck."
a broken sound leaves your lips as he continues to push his length in. it doesn't hurt like you expected it to but there's still a strong ache that you know will leave you limping tomorrow morning. it burns, burns so good you have to squeeze your eyes shut. you need something to hold onto as he starts to move, anything to give you some sort of balance but the flat surface underneath you offers no help. "ngh...eren..." you're not sure what you want to say but he doesn't give you time to think of something before he sets a rhythm.
it's surprisingly slow at first, like he wants you to feel every vein on his cock and you do. your walls desperately clench around him as you bite on your bottom lip, the room suddenly feeling too hot as his fingers grab your chin, forcing you to look at him. into that stupid gaze he won't stop staring at you with. his mouth is slightly open but no sound comes out. he's perfectly collected and you hate it. people like him should be cumming the second you touch them but he's...it's annoying.
his pace starts to speed up—he doesn't even give it another second before he's ramming inside of you. holding your hips with both hands as he sets a brutal pace that has you moving up and down the desk. "p-pretty decent for a nerd—ah!"
still, he stays silent. ugh, what's wrong with him? you bring your arm up to your mouth, muffling the moans spilling out of your lips in spite but his hands are immediately pulling them off. he chuckles, coming close enough that his breath fans against your face and a lewd moan comes out of you as he hits an even deeper spot. "don't do that, we all know this is what you want. to be fucked hard and fast to the point you're nothing but a mindless whore whose only purpose is to scream in pleasure."
you don't respond, biting down hard on your lips. his thrusts became more aggressive as he scoffs, "fine." his hand finds its way to your throat, squeezing slightly.
you suck in a shuddering breath just as his hold tightens, bordering on dangerous but for some reason the lack of air only makes your pussy throb, clenching tight around him. why does it feel good? why does everything he's doing to you only make you want more? his thrusts have now gotten erratic, almost forcing your body off the desk but the hold on your hips and throat keep you right where you are. you want to let out the moan clawing out from inside your throat but his grip stays, merciless as he pounds into you.
you don't know how much of this you can take, everything feels too hot. it's too much. "fuck look at you, didn't think you could look even more dumb." he pants, staring down. he finally removes his hand from your throat and you cry out the second he does.
"eren, please i'm—fuck...too much, it's too much." you gasp even though a sick part of you knows you could do this all night.
but right now...with the way his voice is dripping with cockiness— you hate it, hate the way he looks at you and talks to you. it's infuriating and too much. a tsk comes out of his mouth, "who knew you had a limit?" he rolls his eyes and in the next second, he's spilling inside of you. spilling and spilling until some drip on the floor.
like he's been holding himself back all this time.
fuck. he could've at least let you release a second time. you didn't think the asshole would be finishing right after you said that. you're panting, eyes staring at the white ceiling as he pulls out. he zips up his stupid ugly looking khakis as he steps back. "can you get off my desk now?"
the nerve of him...ugh. you slowly sit up, dress sticking to your skin due to the sweat and you have to refrain from asking to use his shower before leaving.
he gets you your bag and you slowly take it, throat aching and dry. there'll definitely be bruises around your throat and hips tomorrow and you're sure he's secretly delighted at that fact. "uh...." you trail off.
this is usually the part where they ask for your number, pleading for a second night with that desperate look in their eyes but he doesn't even send you another glance as he gathers up the papers on the desk, putting them into a binder. "make sure to study before sleeping tonight...if your body can handle that." his lips slightly curve up at that last part but he's not bragging, no just mocking you.
"o...okay." you lick your dry lips, suddenly needing a mint. "uh...bye?" you stand up too fast, cursing at yourself for it but his arm is around your hips before you can fall.
you bite the inside of your cheek, the proximity too close even though he was just inside of you a minute ago. he sighs, "do you need a ride home?" he asks grudgingly.
and you should say no. you don't need to be in an enclosed space with this asswipe for another second. just say no and walk into class the next day, demanding for another tutor. and then you'll never have to talk to him ever again.
but instead a weak nod comes out.
#eren x y/n#eren x you#eren x reader#attack on titan fic#eren jeager x reader#eren smut#eren yeager#eren jaeger
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guess fucking what? my inbox is so fucking full right now i'm unloading all of this shit in one post.
For the 11th gotham memes: gothamites react to bruce being jacked in a tiktok he made with kids, like super yoked, ripped as hell
fucking hilarious thanks. i think i did it in one meme post, but i genuinely don't remember which one
i dunno which of the batfam would do this but one time i was sleeping over at a friends house and ended up on the floor bc the bed was so very small and i just stayed there because the rug was soft
that's a drunk jason move i don't know what to tell you
tim and jason are "i listen to pop punk" solidarity. whenever jason highjacks the batmobile theyll go on long ass car rides blaring mcr and paramore and then never talk about it again
as they should!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
tim: no jason it's my turn using the aux cord i gotta put on my jams
jason: don't you dare put on weird shit
tim: don't worry, you're gonna love this *plays fearless (taylor's version)
hear me out hear me out,
red hood stans 🤝 nightwing stans
t h i g h s
holy shit yes.
SNL au: Bruce breaks character when pretending to superman and says something like "I'm not superman! You've seen his gps!! It's from 2001!!!" @sabeanybabe
superman flies past the snl building the next day just to say 'actually it's from 2005, i'm not a heathen'
does your back hurt from carrying the batfam fandom
it hurts more from the exotic rock collection i keep in my backpack, but thanks for the concern.
I love your posts by why would you always leave the best parts in the tags?
as a treat for the people that check the tags ;) (and also because i'm committed to the short post aesthetic)
somehow your playlist was everything i never knew i needed. i mean it. this is my new favorite playlist.
and don't you dare get a new favourite playlist!
babe ur stoner tim playlist is exactly too perfect, earth is literally blessed by ur existence
babe thanks so much! i love my stoner tim playlist because it's just my usual playlist but people think it's an artistic choice that i put taylor swift and britney spears in there, when it's just what i unironically like listening to
JANDKSKDK BILLY RAY CYRUS ON THE STONER TIM PLAYLIST I LOVE IT IT
again it's not even an ironic choice, i know every single word and i genuinely like the song
The last chapter of Fundamentals of Casework has me crying at work. Thanks I love it @dudelookitsalesbian
oh babe, i'm sorry, but also, not sorry i love chapter 4 so much it's my lovechild with the 'mental illness' tag
soooo....stumbled on your tumblr by some stroke of fate??? read your DC fanfic first. which is PHENOMENAL btw. then found all the batmemes; the funniest thing EVER bc everyone forgets about regular old gothamites. kept scrolling and your blog pops up as recommended. clicked on the ao3 for shits and giggles and waddaya know?!?!? it's YOU!!! you're LEGEND!!!! ever seen that meme? it's a video of a cat that got into a baseball field and the two announcers get really invested in his escape attempt and start giving a play by play of the cat instead of the game. memeable moment: "GREAT stuff from the Cat!!!"
i seriously think about this ask every single day and it's so fucking funny to me that i've never seen the meme you're referencing, but i still find myself going 'GREAT stuff from the Cat!!!' whenever i see something funny. but wow i'm glad you liked this steaming pile of garbage
Fav dc character overall? And fav batfamily character?
don't ask me to pick between the loves of my life, but i can tell you i've cried about every single batfamily member and also wally west (my beloved)
What's your opinion on fans having a problem with batfam being "too big"? And some even claim that batfam is just "Bruce Alfred Dick Damian" and the rest of them are just "friends and allies" (source: reddit) Personally, I like batfam because of this reason but idk
stupid. a family can never be too big. i'm not that big a fan of like huge batfam stuff with everybody from every single universe, because as much as it's funny for bruce to have like 30 kids, it just feels a little too OOC for me.
This is the best tag I've seen involving the batfam, thanks for thinking of it
This is canon now @nctxrejects
lmao yeah i think at that point alfred has had to sit through like at least a dozen coming out talks and just has a pride flag collection in the attic that he pulls out whenever a kid comes out
idk why batfam hits different as compared to any other superhero family
bc it's found family and usually the other superhero families are almost all genetically related in one way or another
I don't know if you watch the umbrella academy but I saw your last post about batcest and saw the similarities. But the thing is (although I think it's weird) in TUA, they addressed it by saying "they were raised as weapons, not siblings" or something along those lines, which is simply not the case with batfam.
yeah i watched tua but i also thought it was ridiculous and they still treated each other as siblings so i didn't like the luthor/allison thing, and am glad they stopped doing that shit bc it fucking sucked.
Hot take: Batcest shippers are the same people who believe adopted siblings are not actual siblings
smoking hot take: batcest shippers are the people who watch 'my sister got stuck in the washing machine' porn
Duke was adopted by Bruce?
not technically no, but do i, tumblr user batarangsoundsdumb, look like i care?
True story but I had to change my freaking name because it used to be "Damien" and most people would go "OH LIKE DAMIAN WAYNE" like please I'm just tryna live
true story, but i don't actually think of damian when i hear the name damian, literally the first thing that pops up is damian darkh like bruh what?
apparently dc comics company supported comic stores by giving out new titles and stuff during the beginning of the pandemic to help them run and I just think that's wholesome
ah yeah that's so fucking cool, still don't like dc, the company, because this world is a capitalist hellhole and we're all owned by warner brothers or disney with no in between.
ayo looking at tumblr head canons and finding out bruce is actually a terrible father is a punch in the gut
lmao yes, in like 50% of comics bruce is a terrible father and it gives me whiplash
oooh I just saw the jason todd vs winter soldier post and the real question is: batman vs iron man
while iron man has like hundreds of cases of armor, batman could throw out an emp and have the guy dropping out of the sky in 2 seconds.
dickfast = fastdick = quickdick = quickie
magnum hot take
hey bata(?) just thought I'd let you know I have copied the obnoxious emoji and Billy Ray post for use on simping men going forth
thank you 😘🌷 (@spacebarsidecar)
why would you do that to your followers???? i get why i did it, but why would you???
what is scarecrow made the nightwing funko pop himself, like those diy-ers that paint over other ones
oh god no, horrible take, horrible take, that's a disgusting thought oh no
I see your HC that Bruce and Oliver fucked and raise you this: Dick and Roy ALSO fucked
yes they did and it was a horrible moment for jason to find out dick has fucked both of his best friends
"at this rate bruce adds like 1 child to his family every decade or so" Duke is introduced in 2013, Damian as Damian, not as an unnamed child, in 2006. And he is already 14 years old, Robins rarely remain Robins after 16 😬 It looks like a new Robin and Batkid will appear in a couple of years
i mean i can't wait? but somebody will probably die first tho, we're due for another major character death. my money's on either cass or duke this time.
BRO you're so right all of your Bruce's ex headcanons are amazing but they aren't ships, that's kinda wild. Like I don't want any peeks into how their relationship was I just want to see everyone make fun of them
lmao YES it's just i love bruce being a slut, like good for him.
I am in love with your posts your honour thank you
omg thanks are we like,, gonna kiss now?
The justice league needs to have a meeting to discuss how many of their members/partners have slept with bruce. Because through a combination of cannon & fannon (if DC wasn’t homophobic) we have AT LEAST:
1) clark
2) lois
3) oliver
4) dinah
5) john
Thats not counting villains or random civilians @dudelookitsalesbian
yes yes yes, they'll have a yearly meeting about how many of their collective exes could be out for revenge and batman's list just keeps getting longer.
tim was like "i'm drake now" and everyone was like ahh so your fursona is a dragon and tim was like pffffft no. ducks.
and what about it?
when steph's fighting livewire and she zaps her with lighting and nothing happens and then they both just. stand there awkwardly for a second and talk. yeah i couldn't stop laughing at that batgirl steph is the BEST
oh yeah that was fucking hilarious and i think it would be so cool and sexy of dc to give steph a little comic series,,, as a treat
Hi I absolutely adore all of yours "Bruce and Oliver very badly pretending they didn't fuck each other" memes
lmao i do too
I need you to know that “Bruce Wayne had frosted tips” is one of my favorite Bruce takes of all time it’s so galaxy brained. you’re right and you should say it
he also painted his hair blonde once when he was travelling and in conclusion, this is why he's being blackmailed by the gotham gazette.
you know my thing about gordon being branded as the only good cop in gotham is its a load of shit like arguably he's a good person and not working to screw people over or anything but the fact that he also works w. batman makes him a shit cop. like yea batman is better than the mob but its still illegal its still an abuse of power he just not making bank
babe, all cops are bad cops. (but yeah youre absolutely right, working with vigilantes makes you a shit cop, but also working against vigilantes just makes you an asshole cop yanno?)
ruh roh i think i’m about to add “so not yeehaw” every time i don’t like something
that's a very good vocabulary upgrade
somehow i feel like steph already knew. like babs obviously knew but i feel like bruce got high/drunk in front of steph and started telling his boarding school stories and steph was just like “oh you fucked up i’m never gonna forget this”
steph and bruce have weird uncle/rebellious niece dynamic and they just hang out sometimes and bruce will be like 'i once broke my arm when i tripped over a hedge when i was drunk so oliver drove me to the hospital on an electric scooter' and steph will just have to sit there with that knowledge in her head.
Hello I just wanted to tell you you are So right in all your steph opinions bc she is, in fact amazing and I think that's very sexy of you.
Ps. Your Bruce/Oliver fic is hilarious
babe, thank you so much and yes steph is amazing and i love her and she deserves the world and she's the best member of the batfam hands down. also thanks
In Supersons we see a couple of kids that are implied to be Damian and Jon's children and the boy has laser eyes and can fly, so I asume he's not adopted. The girl, who calls Bruce grandpa, can also fly, btw. So it's canon (probably by accident) that Jon can have kids and he must have married one of Bruce's kids. (I'm hoping for Damian, mostly because any other of his children would be waaaaaaaaaaaaay too old.) @artemisa97
lmao that was probably an accident seeing as jon is a 17 year old superhero in the year 3000 (by the jonas brothers)
You know, I'm a die hard fan of your memes, but I gotta say one thing: if Gothamites actually took gas mask everywhere with them, then the Scarecrow would just be a weird dude in a weird costume, and not a villain oh so scary. DC really should just takes notes from you.
bold of you to assume there's no gothamite anti-maskers
How does it feel being the funniest person on this app?
horrible, next question.
I can't listen to Green Day or Billy Joel without thinking of your post about how Bruce got arrested at a Billy Joel concert @nightwings-kid
yeah that's your mistake, i on the other hand can't enjoy billy joel without thinking about the glee rendition of 'uptown girl'
I've FINALLY been watching the Batman animated series and I gotta say, after watching "the gray ghost" I am CONVINCED that Batman is a closeted super hero geek who was 100% freaking out the first time he met Superman and is just REALLY good at hiding it.
superman: so what do you do in your free time?
batman, thinking about the superman fanfiction he's writing on the batcomputer: i have no free time
bruce and oliver be like
boyfriends to co-workers 401k (do the justice leagues get 401ks??? not that bruce and ollie would need them, but-)
lmao yes just 400 thousand words of bruce realising 'oh dip oliver is such a fucking dumbass' (also i don't know what a 401 k is but i assume they don't?)
Gothamites would totally boo superman as he saves Gotham while batman is out. @meenje
he's like 'okay think about that next time you want to be saved from an alien octopus'
I just took long break from dc comics and I come back to see ric grayson ??
i think it's very cool and sexy of dc to see dick and just think 'you know what? let's just give him a traumatic brain injury' and then didn't develop his character in any real way
SPEAKING OF RIC GRAYSON, gothamites making confused memes out of ric grayson is much needed
'dick grayson is my taxi driver? can anyone explain what the fuck happened he looks like an italian plumber?'
i hate to say it but batfam are def "marvel characters" in that sense they are characters who are human but become superheroes unlike most dc characters who are gods trying to be human maybe this is why I like batfam
fair enough
#this is only like half of it#but at least you can get like a few answers#yanno fuck it#bataranswers#ask#asks#anon
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✕ 𝐭𝐢𝐭𝐥𝐞; 𝐦𝐲 𝐯𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐞
✕ 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞; 𝐬𝐦𝐮𝐭, 𝐟𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐟
✕ 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠; 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐢 ◆ 𝐟.𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫
✕ 𝐰/𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭; 𝟐.𝟓𝐤 — 𝟑.𝟎𝐤
✕ 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬; 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐞𝐱, 𝐨𝐫𝐚𝐥- 𝐟.𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐞𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐧𝐨 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 - 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐲 𝐬𝐚𝐟𝐞, 𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠- 𝐝𝐨𝐥𝐥, 𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭, 𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐲
✕ 𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬; 𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐦𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐢𝐦, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐞 𝐤𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐭𝐨𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐚𝐲
[𝐭𝐚𝐠 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭]
𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐲 𝐯𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐞'𝐬 𝐝𝐚𝐲!!
@multidreams-and-desires , @latte-fairytaekwoon , @tinkerbellwoo , @hanatiny , @vocalyunho , @cloudyyeonnie , @little-precious-baby , @galaxteez , @sunshinesanflower
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you were never really one to believe in love, just the mere thought of falling so hard for someone making you cringe.
but despite your many efforts to block out all those confusing emotions, there was one person who just might’ve been your hardest catch yet,
song mingi
you remember the first time you walked into the small and cozy coffee shop, the smell of hot chocolate welcoming you as soon as you stepped inside. it was a quiet place that people went to either catch up with a new friend or work on things that they should’ve had done by now.
and more than often, you found yourself in the tucked-in corner next to the tinted windows, fingers grazing over the keyboard of your computer while you sipped on your coffee. which to you, meant nothing more than a late afternoon study session that had you on edge due to your professor’s late assignments that he’d sprung out of nowhere.
you found this little shop to put you at ease, which is exactly why you spent most of your free time here alone, taking in just how good it felt to let go every once and a while.
of course, you did bring a friend along with you sometimes, but they never seemed to appreciate all the little things you did.
the different kinds of people that would come and go, the way a chalkboard ran across a whole wall and people had an opportunity to write down how they were feeling that day. and one of the things you found most attractive about it here would have to be the selection of cakes and cookies they had on display at all times.
it made you feel like a kid all over again, and it didn’t help the fact that they let you taste test some of their newest additions. but that might’ve been since you’d visited them so often, which came to no one’s surprise.
but one thing you had never truly came to see, was the pair of eyes that lingered over you whenever the bell on the door would jingle at around four pm. or the small smile that painted their face when you sat down at your usual spot.
mingi had come to know you since you’d moved into the area, only ever making small talk when you ordered your usual coffee with three sugars and only a dash of creamer. it was like you made this job ten times better, but he wasn’t sure if he’d ever tell you that.
and as if you were reading his mind, the sound of a bell ran through the shop as you smiled warmly at him. he tried not to seem too happy about your presence, looking at you from the corner of his eyes to make sure you didn’t catch him checking you out.
his arm nudged san’s, nodding his head over to you so he knew to take your order. “dude, are you kidding me right now?” san said, his voice laced with amusement. “you need to talk to her, not me.”
mingi scoffed, “I have no idea what you’re talking about.” but they both knew exactly what was going on, and mingi’s pride would never give in. he didn’t know what was wrong with him, he was usually the one to make the first move when it came to dating.
but there was something about you that made him shy, and he was starting to get confused about all his emotions. you were too pretty to him, and he was scared that if he said one thing to you, you would call him out and not want anything to do with him.
so he decided to do the one thing he knew he’d have a chance with; beg san to find out more information about you. though now that he thinks about it he made it easier for san to find a way to flirt with you, and that made him want to punch his best friend for even suggesting anything.
san looked at him, sighing when he saw mingi was trying to cover up how panicked he was inside. “fine, but I swear to god this is the last time.”
and so it was. mingi still remembers the way san asked you question after question, and he couldn't lie and say he didn't feel bad for bombarding you with them.
but it was worth all the cringey and awkward conversations because that night, about an hour past the whole in the wall shop closed down for the day, mingi sat across san with stars in his eyes as the older one talked to him about every he'd found out about you.
your favorite color, what you're going to college for, your hobbies, and just about everything he could fit in before heading home for the night.
it made a shy smile spread across mingi's face, and it didn't seem to leave. well, that is until he fell asleep.
but as much as he felt like he could talk about you all day, just going off of the things san said, it would make him feel even better if he'd actually be able to talk to you.
and not just from taking your order
"it's not that hard, man." he said to himself, a horrible attempt to use the small amount of courage he'd been saving up. "you've done this before, it'll be just like a walk in the park."
and now that he thinks back on the whole mess of a situation, he laughs at how shot his nerves were that day. considering where you both are today, it's like he'd been worrying over nothing.
as soon as you saw a glimpse of his red hair moving towards your direction, you felt a jolt of happiness in your body while you moved a piece of your hair out of your face.
you heard him cough, and you took that as him making you aware of his presence. "uh, it's y/n— right?" he said, his words coming out rushed even though hed told himself to be calm.
you turned your head to the side, hands playing with a napkin on the table. "yes, I am. can I help you?" you saw him shift uncomfortably onto his other leg, and he shoved his hands in his pockets while his eyes fixed on your lips.
"do you think we could hang out sometime? there's this really good italian place down that street that opened not too long ago.."
little did you know, that restaurant would end up being one of your favorites.
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mingi's eyes fluttered open, taking in the light that was peeking through the curtains. he'd be freezing if it wasn't for the heavy blanket pulled over both of you, but he only really cared if you were warm enough.
it's been almost a year since you both had started dating, and if you were honest it's felt like much longer than that.
you were at the happiest point you think you'd ever been, and never in your life did you think someone like mingi would love you endlessly. it was a perfect match, and never in did it truly occur that people this perfect actually exist.
he felt your body dip into his touch, your back against his chest as he smiled warmly at you. "are you awake, baby?"
you groaned at him, not wanting to wake up just yet. his fingers traced shapes on your thighs, soon making their way up to your stomach and running over the stretch marks that lay on your skin.
"mm, mingi." your voice was low as you spoke to him, and you couldn't help the soft moan that slipped past your lips when his hand played with the hem of your underwear, teasing you.
you felt him smile against your neck, his lips soon attaching themselves to the skin below your ear and he kissed the area softly. "yes?"
without any more words, you grabbed the hand that was teasing you and pulled it up your body, slowly guiding it up your shirt and making his large hand squeeze your already hard nipple.
he caught on to what you wanted quickly, grinding into your ass while his lips and hand worked on your body slowly.
you'd always loved how his lips felt on you. whether it be on your own, your neck, or any other part you couldn't help but want more when he'd pull away.
and he knew what they did to you, which is why he always made sure to take his time kissing your body before anything else. "mingi, I need more."
a sharp gasp left you when he pushed the covers off of you both, moving to lay between your legs as he caught notice of what you were wearing.
it was one of his striped black and white shirts, only one button holding him back from adoring your body. "I don't remember saying you could use my clothes," he kissed up your stomach, "do you think I could have it back?"
you giggled, doing him a favor and slowly taking off the shirt all while keeping eye contact. he felt his cock grow harder when he saw the wet patch on your panties, and he couldn't help but spread your legs open as he layed down on his stomach.
"lay back," you did, but couldn't help and look down at him while he did what he does best.
his hands slid up and down your inner thighs, stopping once they reached the top of your underwear and pulling them down painfully slow. he'd always loved how sensitive you were, and it always made him so impatient with how wet you got when he's barely even done anything.
maybe it was because of how hard it was starting to get for him to control himself that he let himself go, or it could've been because he's always wanted to taste you, but without any warning his mouth connected with your core and he moaned into you.
"ah, fuck!" you moaned, throwing your head back as your back arched. at this point you didn't even care that your neighbors might hear you, and that thought left as soon as it came when he wrapped his arms around your legs, pushing you even harder onto his tongue.
your mouth was wide open, eyebrows furrowing when he slipped a finger in you as his lips closed around your clit, sucking on it harshly.
"so good, you taste so fucking good." his breath was hot against you, and a silent cry left your mouth when his finger curled up inside you.
you were close, and the more his movements sped up the harder it was getting for you to hold on. "mingi— I'm gonna cum-"
as soon as those words came out you regretted it, and you watched him pull away fast before leaning back on his legs.
but it's was impossible for you to get frustrated, because the view in front of you was more than enough to push you over the edge. his hand moved over the bulge in his shorts, slowly moving up and down as his head fell back.
"god, I can't wait to fuck you." his eyes roamed your body, taking in the way your hair stuck to your forehead. "hold your arms above your head, doll."
trying your hardest to ignore the slick that lined your inner thighs, your arms raised and you gripped the pillow covers while you watched him pull his shorts down.
no matter how many times you've had sex with him, his cock never fails to make your core throb with anticipation. the tip was bright red, and a vein ran from underside the base all the way to the tip. just the thought of tasting him had drool pooling in your mouth.
he took one of your legs and placed it on his shoulder, gripping your calf as he ground down into you. "you're always so good for me, and you never fail to make me weak,"
"my valentine."
he pushed in slowly, watching your every movement to make sure that you weren't in any pain. your eyes screwed shut, taking in the way he filled you up perfectly. it was like you two were made for eachother, a perfect fit.
his hips soon found a rhythm that had you both seeing stars, the only thing being heard throughout your shared apartment being your moans and his grunts along with the sound of skin on skin.
his skin was warm against yours, beads of sweat trickling down his chest and onto his abs the flexed with every thrust he gave you. "mingi, right there!"
he payed attention to the way you squeezed around him, not wanting to cum just yet and trying his hardest to feel you cum first. "you close, sweetheart?"
you nodded your head, unable to form proper words with the way his cock kept hitting your sweet spot. "f-fuck,"
your lower half felt numb except where you both met, and he dropped the leg that was on his shoulder so he could lean down and reach deeper inside you.
it was the way the tip of his cock hit your cervix multiple times that made your legs twitch, your body going numb as you came with a loud moan. it was too much for mingi to handle, and he could feel himself slip over the edge when you screamed his name.
his hips slowed down, pulling out of you and rolling on his back beside you. you were both exhausted, but as much as you wanted to snuggle into his chest and let sleep take over you, you both really needed to get cleaned up.
"I'll go turn the shower on," he said, kissing your lips and sitting up. you couldn't help but laugh at him, it was like he knew what you were thinking.
"thank you, mingi."
he could feel your eyes on him when he stood up and made his way to the bathroom, and some part of him made him feel all shy like he hadn't just ruined you five minutes earlier.
"if you keep staring at me like that, I might have to go back in for round two." he laughed out.
you giggled, pulling the blanket over your body, "happy valentine's day, baby."
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Poly MC! hc for the: Demon Brothers!
This is my first time writing anything about poly relationships! So I'm a bit nervous! I took the time to do a bit of research about the subject...however I still have a lot to learn; if you find anything that might be offensive please let me know! Just know I didn't do it with any ill intentions and I'll make sure to correct my mistakes!
Also I didn't knew if you refered to a poly MC who is in a relationship with all of the brothers or how each individual brother would react to MC coming out as poly to them and later starting a poly relationship and how they behave in said relationship...so I did the latter bc I found it to be a bit more easy to write and the first option would have been way too long and I was worried it might come off as boring because of it :c (but maybe I'll try to edit it and then upload it...some day...idk)
so...here it is!
Keys: MC = your main character name
Summary: MC comes out as poly to the Demon Brothers and how they behave in a poly relationship!
Additional notes: MC is gender neutral!
TW: small mentions or implications of jealous/possessive behavior (they're very minimal, but still...just in case)
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Lucifer
Lucifer is probably the one you're the most nervous to talk to.
But when you finally find the courage to do so it goes...to put it mildly, a bit... weird.
He stares blankly at you like you just said to him that water is a liquid or something, he's not very...responsive.
His reaction might come off as rude, considering you spend all this time trying to figure out the "best" way to come out and talk about the possibility of starting a poly relationship.
But the reason why he's not talking much is because he's trying to avoid saying anything he might regret later, you see... he's trying to process his own feelings towards the matter.
Lucifer is someone who has lived for a long, looooooong time, so it's more likely than not that he's already experienced being in a poly relationship.
thing is...such relationship was more experimentation rather than something serious.
And now he has you...someone for who he'll be willing to die for...
He won't say it but deep down he feels like his pride has been bruised.
He just doesn't want to "share" you, you're his and his alone!
But when he looks up at you, and see just how nervous you are, waiting patiently for any kind of reaction from him.
He realizes he's thinking of you as an object and not a person and mentally kicks himself in the face for it.
Lucifer reaches for your hand and offers you a small smile.
After a long conversation where you two express your own desires and worries, you two agree and decide to give it a try.
At first... I'm not gonna lie...it would be quite... difficult...
The man is possessive and struggles to see you giving any kind of affection to any of his brothers.
However I think he genuinely wants this to work, he wants to see you happy and knows that just because you also love his brothers doesn't mean you love him any less.
So he'll sit down and talk to you whenever he feels jealous, he knows communication is key and it honestly makes him feel a bit better.
With time Lucifer comes to accept it; He loves you and he loves his brothers and it makes him happy that they all can share such bond with you.
Mammon
I think he's the one who'll have a harder time adapting to a poly relationship.
I'll even go as far to say Lucifer's jealousy pales in comparison to Mammon's and I think this is due to his low self-esteem.
He won't accept it but he's jealous af when he sees you "getting cozy" with any of his brothers.
He'll even interrupt the moment by placing himself in the middle of whoever you were getting close to or think about some lame excuse to take you away.
This makes things more difficult and tense for everyone, so if Mammon continues his shenanigans expect a LOT more arguing from the brothers...(yes...more than normal...)
You'll have to sit him down and talk to him about his insecurities.
The first times he won't be very open with you, I think he might even get a bit angry if you even imply he's jealous and act all offended and walk out of the room.
Surprisingly the one who makes him understand how toxic he's being and how much this affects you is Asmo!
He'll have a serious talk with him, and just the fact of seeing his often bubbly and cheerful young bro being all serious is enough for Mammon to realize that what he's been doing and how he's been acting hurts you and his brothers.
He'll apologize...the Mammon way...
But ultimately he now makes an effort to respect whenever you're close to one of his brothers.
Just like Lucifer. Mammon will come to accept you love him and his brothers all the same.
He'll sometimes even suggest places you all can go together for a date.
Please, be patient with the avatar of greed with time he will come to accept that love exist in more than one way or form.
Leviathan
Surprisingly, unlike his older brothers, your favorite shut-in-otaku has an easier time adapting to a poly relationship.
Easier, however does not mean problems are inexistent...
He has a low self-esteem and sometimes might get the feeling that you're ""picking favorites""
However he won't tell you anything about it, and he'll just try to pretend like nothing is wrong.
Fortunately for you, Levi is quite easy to read so you immediately notice whenever he's feeling sad.
But all you have to do is have a little gaming session with him, and as the two of you "game" the night away he'll eventually open up to you about whatever is bothering him.
All it takes is a little reassurance and saying "I love you" to the avatar of envy from time to time and he'll be all good with you showing affection to the rest of his brothers.
Satan
Uhhhh...this is a tricky one...
You see...Satan is probably the second brother you came out to and perhaps you didn't even realized that you did because it just happened so natural.
The two of you were talking and it just slipped out of your mouth and he was like "hahaha, right?" And continued the conversation as normal.
He genuinely doesn't care, (don't get me wrong I don't mean that in a bad way) but all he knows is that he loves you and he wants you to be happy, and if expanding the love that the two of you have to his brothers makes you happy, then so be it!
However... remember I said this was tricky?
Satan has no issue with you being affectionate with his brothers...all of them except for Lucifer...
When he sees you getting close to Lucifer he won't say anything, he won't make a scene or a passive-agressive remark, he'll just excuse himself and exit the room. (Neither he will confront you about it later when the two of you are alone)He won't say anything at all; he'll just stay silent and pretend like nothing is wrong.
However you'll be able to notice Satan's true feelings whenever Lucifer has a small present or gesture with you.
Oh? Lucifer gifted you a $300,000 coat? Well, Satan will give you another coat but this one is $600,000.
Lucifer treated you to dinner at ristorante six? Well, darling... guess what? Satan will reserve the entire building just for you!
At some point he will notice how bad this makes you feel, since he's turning a relationship into a competition and that's no good...
He'll eventually take a step back and realize how childish he's being, how his behavior hurts your feelings and might have even made you feel guilty or responsible for his beef with his older brother.
Before you even decide to talk to him about it, he already knows what you're trying to say, so he'll be the one to sit you down and apologize for his wrongdoings.
You're someone who he values dearly and all that he wants is for you to be happy, so he'll be willing to make the effort to get along or at least be a little more tolerant of Lucifer.
There might be times where they still fight and stop talking to each other for long periods of time, but the two of them will take the time to let you know that this has nothing to do with you and that there's no reason for you tu feel guilty.
Because if there's something in wich both, the avatar of pride and wrath agree in... Is in how much they love you.
Asmodeus
Asmodeus (definitely) was the first one to know about you being polyamorous.
He probably knew before you even said anything, let's be honest here...
He's probably the one who you're more comfortable talking about it.
The brothers accept you, yes...but Asmo understands you!
He knows that the world can be quite cruel to people who love differently to what our society stablish as "normal".
Whenever he expressed his liking for more than one person he was shamed or labeled as someone promiscuous who'll never be deserving of "true" love.
It happened in the celestial realm, in the human realm, and even sometimes here in the devildom.
Angels where expected to only focus in the lord and nothing else, some humans are close minded and shame whoever is different from them, and demon's often confuse love with obsession and get easily tangled up in possessive behavior, often viewing their partners as objects rather than individuals with their own goals and desires. (his brothers are the perfect example of that)
So he just knows how difficult it might have been for you to find acceptance.
So he gives it to you; acceptance, reassurance, however many times you need to.
He'll be the one to encourage you to talk with his brothers, he'll be there to support you if you ever feel nervous, and he'll be the one to call his brothers out on their bs whenever they start to show any signs of toxic behavior.
He knows in all relationships communication and trust in your partners is key to a successful relationship, so he reminds this to everyone and even goes as far as to make plans where everyone feels included.
Overall the avatar of lust is the voice of reason in this relationship, because he knows better than anyone else that love is something that can't and should never be limited by what others believe or expect "true love" should look like.
Beelzebub
You weren't sure how Beel would react once you told him.
But still you were pleasantly surprised by Beel's reaction!
He was so accepting from the beginning and even thanked you for trusting him enough to share this with him.
He's happy that you want him to form part of this relationship.
He knows his brothers love you as much as he does and that you love them back, so he sees this as the perfect option for everyone.
He even thinks this relationship has brought everyone closer together.
Over all the avatar of gluttony is more than happy to be with you and share your affection with people he holds equally as dearly.
Belphegor
Belphie, much like Lucifer struggles to understand why would you want such a thing?
Is his love not enough for you?
It takes little more time for him to understand you, and learn that love doesn't just limits to one person.
He can be a bit insensitive some times, so he might accidentally say something hurtful to you about it.
And that's when Asmo has to intervene...
He'll have a talk with his younger brother and make him realize that there's more than one form of love and how his words might have hurt you.
He'll apologize...(much like Mammon) in his own way...
After thinking about it for a while, he realizes he's happy whenever you show affection to Beel, and wonders if it would be the same with the rest of his brothers.
Slowly but surely, Belphie it's more open to this new relationship.
There'll be times where he might try to monopolize your love, but he'll stop once you, Beel or Asmo call him out on it.
His favorite thing of this new relationship is whenever you spend time with him and Beel.
Please be patient with the avatar of sloth.
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If you find any grammatical errors let me know! I'm trying to improve my english and that would help me so so much!
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Anyway, thank you for reading!
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I'm about to refute this entire essay with the simple explanation being:
The only interaction we've seen of these two is when she's a freaking 8 year old. Your self insert shows no boundaries.
And this is probably the last time I'll make a post about the stupidity behind the way the pair is viewed:
Note: I know there's people out there with a brain who ship these two in a more conventional way. In the end you do you, ship whatever you want, no one can prevent you from doing that, just don't be gross about it.
One of the parts being the Significance of their first encounter:
She’s a poor peasant girl who’s suffered immense trauma, suffering, and loneliness. Her initiative to help Sesshomaru came from her generosity
Exactly, she's alone for her family had been killed before her eyes, the villagers treat her like garbage. When she meets Sess he's wounded and simply in a bad state, both mentally and physically. Both of them are, the difference being he's a demon, a powerful one and for him to have ended in such a bad shape only stabbed at his pride- Rin on the other hand is a child, a human tiny child who is vulnerable and to him she poses no threat. Both of them are weak then.
At this point, it’s observable that despite knowing her story, her scars, and her difficulties, humans do not even empathize, let alone sympathize with Rin. It is the feudal era, after all. She’s a young, disabled orphan and the villagers only see her for what she lacks: a voice, a family, and a place of belonging.
Again with your feudal era shit. I can assure you the world is just as ugly today as it was before you and I existed. Next.
When he asks about her bruises, this is the first time anyone had ever afforded her a second glance.
This was a huge step forward for Sess, a huuuuuuge one for he showed interest in another living creature, not just any creature but a human. And for her it was probably like Christmas, for no one had showed her any mercy or interest. Ok you get a point. But oh, boy, how I'm about to spit on the next one:
The audience can see Sesshomaru calculate her body language, recognizing that she is mute. Instead of pressing her further or ignoring her outright, he attempts to comfort her (in his own way), making her feel that it is okay if she chooses not to answer him; that her desire to reply to him should only be a desire, not an obligation. I think, on one hand, that was the first moment of something that would resemble compassion that Sesshomaru had ever administered, trying to put himself in her shoes — if someone had asked him to do something that required, for example, his left arm, he probably would have appreciated them saying “you don’t have to do it if you don’t want to” so to provide him agency for something that he actually cannot do. And the same goes for Rin. He recognizes her disability, maybe even resonates with it and decides to empower her with a choice. Choice is important when it comes to the Sesshomaru/Rin dynamic and it’s a word that will come up often.
Ok why are you comparing the loss of his arm to her not being able to talk? Not all disabilities are the same, you moron. Or am I dumb for thinking this way? If so, feel free to call me out on my lack of common sense kr whatever you wanna call it. Sess physically couldn't do shit with his left arm because well- it was gone! That's a physical disability. Rin had "lost" her voice after what she witnessed and so she wouldn't speak anymore. Have you heard of Psychogenic Dysphonia? If not, you can click here and give it a reading or do your own research. The more you know: https://www.sciencedirect.com/science/article/abs/pii/S0892199703000158
So you say he "empowers her with a choice" that is "important when it comes to the Sesshomaru/Rin dynamic" let me get this straight, a choice because why? She's a child? A female? Because you said so yourself, it's the Feudal Era after all and therefore women had no choice in life, no voice, no agency, no nothing. So he was being magnanimous then? You know... This is where you start edging into the gr00ming territory. Can't you see? No? Alright, moving on.
BRUH WHAT THE FUCK?! Are you fucking good? See how you self insert? Bye. Next
The next time Sesshomaru sees Rin, it is suggested that he actively sought her, whether it be by curiosity or concern for well-being
He did... It is not suggested, he actually did asdfhkl. For both curiosity and he probably was worried. He also states he wants to test out his sword, what a perfect chance to do so for Rin is pretty much dead and that's the only way to make his sword work. So she was both being a guinea pig and an itch he wasn't quite sure how to scratch. Next.
Silence Rin.
Rin screams endlessly, annoying Sesshomaru. Firstly, this is the first time we hear him call her by her name. Secondly, Sesshomaru is visibly annoyed by her noises, however, he does not tell her to “shut up” as he normally would with Jaken or even InuYasha. He simply says “enough of that Rin, stop it.” (In Japanese he says, “Silence, Rin. You make too much noise.”) Even analyzing the Japanese dialogue, it is evidently softer than Sesshomaru’s usual ‘kisama’ (貴樣) manner of speech that we see depicted usually. This is the first time he’s had a companion who is not a demon, someone with compassion, and who has had his general best interests at heart with no expectations in return. His softer tone is a logical deduction to make.
Ok... "someone with compassion, and who has had his general best interests at heart with no expectations in return." Bruh... As if he would even consider meeting someone's expectations. Are you sure you're talking about Sess? Another thing is, he always speaks in a calm tone, he rarely yells or loses his composure- he had no reason to be rude to her either, you're excusing his regular behavior simply because she ain't Jaken. Anything else?
Rin doesn't change Sesshomaru overnight, it's a gradual and long process
Well duh!!! Just like you don't lose the pounds you gained from eating in one sit 12 donuts a week ago. Stating the obvious and for what? What's exactly your mf point?
The silence part is important, idk how to tell you there is a power imbalance in their relationship from the moment he tells her to be quiet. He didn't say please, he didn't ask her to, he told her to be quiet. Like a parent would, if I could count the times my mom told me to shush.... That's your first indicator he is not her friend, he is not her equal.
Letting you Be Yourself: The Panther Demon Arc
the first frame the audience sees in the anime sets the scene, painting the Sessshomaru entourage in a serene manner, indicating a level of comfort between group members (episode 75). This is vastly different from our last depiction of Sesshomaru and Rin’s relationship. In episode 44, he was unable to withstand her (albeit annoying) childish antics. But here, it’s observable that Sesshomaru can accept her and her package of unconventional fun. Not only does he tolerate and even more so, accept Rin, but he accepts her influence on his vassal, Jaken and allows them to be free around him.
Is called developing patience. I can assure you that when you're a parent or an older bro/sis and your kid/younger sibling is noisy af you either learn to tolerate that or get used to it for kids are kids abd you have to let them be kids. Next.
She's a child, she's not stupid.
The Abducted Rin: Calling her Name
The respect that Sesshomaru shows Rin is insurmountable. However, the InuYasha franchise is clever to portray the subtlety of Sesshomaru’s respect for her. KV on Twitter points out how highly he regards his companion and never relegates her to anything less than the value that she as a person embodies (@KVndie via Twitter). He consistently humanizes her.
He only sees how important she is to him after her ass dies a second time. What do you mean? He respects her enough to not coddle her, she is independent and taught her to be self sufficient from the very start. That's respect. He consistently humanizes her because... She ... Is ... Human! OMG WHAT A SHOCKER!
As Naraku remarks on his hostage to Sesshomaru, "Naturally, the girl you're looking for is not here…,” he continues, “the girl is in custody outside of the castle..." Naraku never makes an attempt to give her personhood, leaving her unnamed, disposable, and relegating her to a mere "girl." But Sesshomaru doesn’t take any of this. He is a cold-hearted Daiyokai, yet he still makes an effort and upholds his principle to refer to her as Rin — not a replaceable “girl.”
Naraku is a mf genius. It didn't quite click until now he wanted to see if she was important or not to him and to what extent. For he planned his moves that way, making people turn against one another. While he wouldn't have made Rin turn against Sess he set everything up so he would end up wanting to kill Kohaku and in doing so, Inugang would have engaged against Sess.
Sesshomaru’s insistence on using Rin’s name isn’t only highlighted in this isolated incident though. It pays off. It is an ongoing theme in their dynamic throughout the series.
That's her name ... How you want him to call her? Baby?
I could go on and on but... This is a fucking essay. And then I stumble against more bullcrap:
The second point I want to highlight here is Sesshomaru’s reaction to Rin’s fall and her risky expedition. At this point, it’s unquestionable that Rin has a special place in his heart.
Of course she has a special spot in his heart. I won't deny that. What worries me is how you're trying to justify the way she's important to him since she was a child. As if his way of seeing her had changed.
I'm gonna disagree by agreeing with you in a few pointers. Kagome and Kikyo were rivals, they both romantically love the same guy. Kagome being the only one who could save Kikyo chooses to help her, knowing damn well Inuyasha would have suffered if Kikyo had died- further more, if it was in Kagome's hands to do something about it.
Rin on the other hand, I will applaud to her how she grew past her fear of Kagura after being kidnapped by her, she saw her body in the river and said fuck it and did her best to try to pull her from the water. I loved how stubborn and brave she was, even tho Sess had to pull everyone out of the water- she deserves a gold star. You go baby girl!!!
Rin later makes a cheeky comment, noting Kagura’s romantic interest in Sesshomaru. Jaken brushes this off as childish naivety. But for the spectator, this establishes two things: (1) That Rin does not see Kagura as a rival for Lord Sesshomaru’s attention, let alone affection; and (2) that Rin is still a child. Rin is certainly a child, with a youthful and fresh outlook on life that brings out the best in people. But even as a child, her relationship with Sesshomaru is incredibly healthy, clear, and surprisingly communicative.
Why would she? She's not a spoiled brat
Nah? I thought her double D indicated otherwise. OF COURSE SHE'S A MF CHILD.
Why do you keep mentioning is healthy? Do you need reassurance of it? Communicative in what way? Cuz if you wanna talk about communication let's talk about how he didn't even acknowledge her ass when she gave birth. He didn't even say her name, didn't even look at her. Tell me now how they are communicative and healthy?
I could go on, I really but all I'm getting from this load of bullshit I'm forcing myself to read is how you do in fact need to reassure yourself thr ship is god tier and is... How you said it was? Ah, healthy.
Anyways, thanks for reading and if you see any typo ... My apologies, I tried. Also if you have any input or I was out of line in some way, my apologies once more.
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