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ickadori · 4 months

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hihi again! i sent in the ask about how suku/ura would react to yorozu interacting with reader, and i just read your newest post, and oh myyyyyyy i think i fell more in love with the whole trio's dynamic ^^

anyway after i read the punishment fic something that stood out to me was the line about y/n's village being burnt down. i wonder if she thinks back to her times living in the village. in my mind, y/n kinda hated her life beforehand. she may have been treated badly in the village and now that she thinks back on it, she realizes just how much suku and ura have changed her life. like, she's actually grateful for their violence because now she's able to live her life (somewhat) freely.

just a little fluff moment for the trio that crossed my mind but i'd love to hear your take on soft moments like this with the trio :) if there any ig :p

cws for mentions of abuse from reader’s family.

You don’t often think about your life before Sukuna and Uraume - you try not to, at least, but sometimes you can’t help but remember your time in the village on nights like this: lightning lighting up the dark sky, thunder booming overhead, and wind violently whipping the trees back and forth as a storm rages outside.

You had come from a small village, one that wasn’t even big enough to make it on the map. All of the townspeople knew each other by name, and could list off everyone in your family two generations past. Everyone knew everyone, and everyone knew everything about each other, and you think that was the worst part of it all.

Your parents had died when you were young, too young to even remember their names, much less their faces, and your aunt had been the one to take you in. You used to wonder why she had done it, she had made it painfully obvious how much she detested you and your dead mother, but in a village as small of yours and a pride as great as hers, she would have rather died than have the village folk whisper about her behind her back.

Her other children, your cousins, had been no kinder towards you. They followed their mother’s lead and ostracized you, a few of the nastier ones even taking to bullying you when their day hadn’t gone how they wanted it to. You had been their anger outlet, occasionally their punching bag, all while you had to clean up their messes and cook their meals.

They were allowed to have academic lessons to teach them to read and write, while you had been to stand outside in the yard to keep from overheating anything. Your aunt enforced this rule no matter the weather conditions, and you found yourself shivering in the cold winter months, your coat tattered and no shoes on your feet (you weren’t permitted to leave the house, so what was your need for shoes, she always said) as you stood in the snow until your feet grew numb, or overheating in the hot, summer sun until you were drenched in sweat and severely dehydrated.

Sometimes it stormed —just as it is now, as you reside in Sukuna’s palace—, stormed so badly that the trees became uprooted from the ground and crashed down beside you. You cried and sobbed those days, because the thunder was loud enough to drown out your cries, and therefore you didn’t have to worry about your aunt growing angry about the noise.

The people of your village cast you glances, some filled with pity, others filled with indifference, but none of them offered a hand to help. They watched you stand for hours, some days the bruises marring your skin glaringly obvious, and pulled their shutters closed as they disappeared into their homes and erased you from their minds.

You hated them, every last single person in that village, and that’s why you hadn’t shed a single tear when it was tore down to the ground. You had stood there and watched, not frozen, as a single man killed all the people you had wished death upon countless times. You had thought he was some kind of demon coming to exact revenge on your behalf, so it was no surprise to you when you had thrown yourself at his feet and cried in joy, jumbled words of thanks and gratitude being thrown at him.

You had fully expected for him to kill you, too, and you hadn’t minded one bit - you had got to see their ends first, so you couldn’t complain too much now that yours was next, but here you were..

Standing near the open doors to the garden and watching as the flower petals were ripped free from the violent winds and whipped around in the air. A crack of thunder sounded, and a flash of lightning lit up the sky in the next second.

A strong gust of wind sends you teetering back on your heels, and a set of hands settle on your waist to steady you. You tilt your head back and look up to see Sukuna, a small smile gracing your features as you take him in.

“You said you disliked storms.”

“I do.”

“So you stand in open doors to watch them?” He looks down at you, hands moving to pull at your now wet night dress, and he lowly tsks. “You’ll catch a cold.” Uraume seems to appear out of thin-air as they push the doors closed, their attention also moving to your wet clothing.

“It’s just a bit of rain - I’ll be fine.”

“The bath is still hot, my Lord.”

“Cover yourself in the meantime.” Sukuna drapes his overcoat around your shoulders, his scent completely surrounding you. You’re hoisted into his arms a moment later.

“I’ll have one of the servants prepare some tea in advance—some soup, as well.”

They speak back and forth as they move through the halls to the bath room, and Uraume wastes no time in filling the still steaming bath with a few different herbs that you recognize as medicinal. Sukuna makes quick work of your clothing and even quicker work of his, and then he’s lowering the two of you down into the bath, one set of hands scooping up hot water and letting it run down your chilled arms, the other set kneading into the meat of your lower back.

Uraume is out of the room in the blink of an eye, and you release a breath as you relax into Sukuna’s chest, your hands moving to grab ahold of one of his. “Ryomen..”

A hot rag is pressed to your forehead as he hums in response, and you run your fingers over the bumps of his knuckles. “What is it?” He pushes, and you shake your head when a lump begins to build in your throat, instead choosing to twist around in his lap and press your cheek against his chest, his skin hot against yours.

You hear Uraume enter a few moments later, confirming that the soup and tea will be ready soon, and then their hands are joining in to move a hot rag against your skin, their voice low as the two of them speak back and forth about your apparent “lethargy”.

They make it painfully evident that without them, you would have likely died in that village never having known what it felt like to be cared about, and it makes your feelings for them ever stronger.

..thank you.

#sukuna x reader #uraume x reader #jjk x reader #jujutsu kaisen x reader

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nevertheless-moving · 3 months

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unable to stop dwelling on the discworld trouser leg of time where, in the penultimate fight scene in Nightwatch, Carcer manages to kill teenage Sam Vimes.

Which means that the future that Duke Vimes came from can no longer exist, which means he can’t go home. Meanwhile you’ve got a bunch of history monks with stored up temporal energy, a prepared space outside of time, and the need to do some desperate damage control before the Auditors get involved. Death shows up, reality is unweaving, Sam is reading Carcer his discworld miranda rights because what else is he supposed to do.

and finally, with little other option, the monks de-age Sam so he fits the time period and send him back out into the fray.

(they didn't call it deageing of course. His memory is hazy, splintered during that terrible in between moment, They....took the time out of him? Sanded away the edges of his self for a terrible, workable fit? It...wasn't a good feeling.)

Just—damn. Sam Vimes having to live his whole crapsack life over again, but this time as his disillusioned-reillusioned, unwillingly-character-developed, noir-epic, Duke of Ankh, Commander Sir Samuel Vimes self.

Younger (Older? He's never felt so Old, His steps so Childlike, reality twisting in his gut like one of Dibbler's pies) Sam Vimes walking around in a haze after the revolution. Desperate to go home, knowing he can’t. Wanting to drink. Knowing he can’t.

The whole precinct feels pity, he really took Keel’s death hard, hardly speaks except to do his job. Eventually he has to grit his teeth and start being present, because what else is there to do?

Resists the urge to drink until Colon takes the whole watch out to celebrate because -he’s going to be a father!

Come on Sammy, one drink won’t kill you— and after the first drink he’s cracking jokes and after the second hes smiling and after the third hes honestly the life of the party and sometime after that he’s crying about how he was going to be a father and my wife would be ashamed if she saw me drinking like this and—

Oh shit, Did anyone else know he had a wife?? A PREGNANT wife??? What—aren’t you like 12—no you're 17 now aren't you but when did—

You guys n’ver met ’er—oh gods none if you ev’n know ‘er, is jus’ me...

What—when did you lose—

I lost her the same damn day I los’ ev’rythin else, whadya think...bleeding Carcer...the fuckin revolution...

So! That! Sam only vaguely remembers the night, but rumors travel faster than light on the disc, so by the next day the whole damn city knows about poor Sam brung low by the loss of his poor, tragic, pregnant wife, so young to be a widower, and the Seamstresses nod because they already knew, don’t ask them how, somethings you just have to know in that trade.

And his mother—I don’t know, sue me, I’m a time travel fiend but there’s something deeply intriguing about a man meeting his dead parent, who is somewhat younger than him, and stepping into the old relationship like a badly fitting thing that's supposed to fit well. She would know, right? How would she deal with her son’s impossible grief? Maybe she wouldn’t know—he spent most of the time out of the house, running with different street gangs, maybe he avoids her until she dies and lives with the guilt twice over. God, we don’t even know her name. There’s just so much narrative and emotional potential that I don’t even know where to start.

When he’s on duty, which is most time - it’s agonizing because at first he remembers cases, saves lives that would have been lost. But the more time passes, the hazier his memory because in the original timeline he was becoming an alcoholic. Fuck! A kid dies and he could have saved her if he hadn’t been such a drunk, if he had just remembered where the asshole lived, but it’s all a haze, and he wants to drown out his guilt, but that’s what caused this in the first place.

Good young Sammy, who spends his rare off-time in dusty libraries (and yes, the irony that he’s apparently Carrot now is not lost on him) reading gods-only-know.

It’s not like he can ask the wizards for help, cutthroat and vicious as they are now in the not-so-distant-past.

Good young Sam, who...talks to the Broken Drum’s pet Bouncer like he’s a real person and not a dumb rock? That’s a bit weird, but he’s a bit of a funny guy.

Good old Sam, who believed the testimony of the dwarf who said the humans were trying to rob him and let the dwarf go??

the PROBLEMS this man would cause, good grief. Can you imagine a moderately progressive middle aged man with some degree of begrudging diversity and equity training that he did, for all his sins, pay attention to, suddenly going back to like, 1990, going back just 30 years, and going...oh damn this is kind of fucked up, no man you can’t say that, holy shit.

Except Sam’s lived through even more rapidly shifting social moroes! There’s no seamstress guild, there’s no women allowed inside the university, there’s no black ribboner’s society. People hunted trolls for their teeth! But Sam can’t just unlearn everything, and he can’t shut up, and he has no real luck and anyway he would absolutely get himself (temporarily) fired.

FUCK. Sam has no idea what to do with that. None. Zero clue. Wanders around in a haze until that dwarf he saved from police brutality finds him and insists on repaying the debt. No, he insists, do you have any idea what debt means to a dwarf?

“Sort-of?” he replies hesitantly, and that honest admission of incomplete knowledge shows a hell of a lot more respect and understanding than any self proclaimed dwarf-expert ever did.

Gets a job as a surface man, hauling rocks into the city. It’s backbreaking work, but, in true Discworld fashion, it’s also one hell of a workout (again the irony of being Carrot is not lost him. he freezes for a minute while hauling a rock cart, when he remembers he's technically Lost Nobility too, in a strict sense, but someone curses at him in the street and he's comfortingly grounded)

And here is where this au slides into a SPECTACULAR romantic comedy, BEAR WITH ME. Because in his time on the Watch he’s already done noir, action adventure, war story, detective who dunnit, psychological horror, but guards guards only allowed him to be a romance protagonist in an extremely limited context.

Give me righteous, twenty-something-looking, can’t-say-he-doesn’t-have-style, young Sam Vimes, not an alcoholic, being fed three square meals a day by his dwarven forced found family, hauling rocks. He is startled to find him bumping his head on a low hanging bar that he doesn’t think used to be there, eventually realizing that he’s an inch or two taller than he remembers. Huh. Guess all that bearhuggers really did stunt his growth.

Still doesn’t get what some of the looks from women he’s getting are about, sure, he’s dirty but so is everyone else. Fine, he took his shirt off, but it’s hot out, there’s far wrinklier than him hauling heavy loads, get a life.

Happens to glance in the Ankh one day when it’s particularly slow and shiny and is startled to realize that he might be turning heads for a different reason. Oh. Right, not that he was ever a heartbreaker, but he did alright for himself... when he was a younger and his face hadn’t been broken so many times. Which...it isn't now.

Is mildly disturbed by the revelation.

Especially once things blow over at the precinct and what with high mortality rates, he ends up with getting hired again. The boys are delighted to have him back, nevermind that he’s an odd one, noone is ever quite in your corner like Vimsey, absence makes the heart fonder, no one else works that hard, and he’s not even competition for promotion. All around great guy, we should set him up with somebody and just, no.

It just keeps getting worse! He’s literate! He’s a feminist! He believes abuse victims! He’s got a tragic backstory! He’s unreasonably good in a fistfight! He’s kind to animals! Word gets around that there’s a good man on the watch and he’s just waiting for a good woman to come snap him up. The widower excuse doesn’t hold people off completely, and for some it’s its own sort-of appeal.

Things REALLY become stressful after he rescues that carriage full of noblewoman.

What’s he supposed to do? Let them get robbed? Or worse? Chasing down and beating up 10 goons is as easy as beating up one, when they’re that stupid, getting separated like that, drunk and distracted, and he knows these streets better than anyone, really it’s nothing. And oh lord he’s Modest too.

I mean, they were genuinely greatful, as genuine as people like that are capable of being, the skill having grown rusty. And then there is something...magnetic about the man. An air of command.

So, soon enough you get Lady Marigold of Marigrave calling on Treckle Road for that gallant young officer who rescued them, she really needs to thank him. And Viscountess Elanor Thitzferal specifically requesting that he guard her at her next soiree. And Baroness Julieta van Shoeholten insisting that he come to her home while her husband’s away, for... manly protection.

Aaaah just zero sympathy from the guys. None. 'It’s become a competition, they’re just trying to see who can get me into bed first, it’s like I’m a piece of meat, you can’t send me sir, the Marquess greeted me in a nightee last time you made me go to—' and 'small gods Vimes are you even listening to yourself, shut the hell up'.

Simultaneous to this, (again this is several years into the timeline) swamp dragon accessories come into style. Which means abandoned swamp dragons scrounging on the street. Vimes takes one back to his apartment, blows his paycheck on dragon medicine, and eventually, heart in his chest, brings it to the Ramkin estate. The sunshine orphanage doesn’t even exist yet and he’s just standing outside the gates like an idiot, what is he thinking. Turns around, but her carriage is pulling up and—

well. they meet. it's cute. he's never felt so young. he's never felt so old, too old for her, too poor—

and certainly her thoughts linger too long on the awkward, kindly, handsome young commoner, but is it any wonder she doesn't quite connect it to the stern, dangerous, sexy young guard the ladies seem to be in some quiet, cuthroat competition over?

i have this gorgeous, absurd scene in my head in which Vimes is strong armed into standing guard at some high society soiree and one of the pushiest ladies insists he dance with here, or, if he prefers, if he's not confident about his skills, he can dance with her in-private at her home and he’s like [grinding teeth, looking for a way out, seeinf one] “I would be honored to dance with you.”

Steps right into some ultra-complex dance with multiple partner swaps (she never thought he'd pick this one, devilishly intimidating to one not strictly trained, and you barely spend anytime with your first partner).

But he does alright. Better than alright, for a common man, sometimes misstepping but his hands and feet always end up where they need to be. Raises several eyebrows part way into the song because he's throuwing in some slightly scandalous, no innovative, extra lifts and twirls that wouldn't become fashionable for another decade or two. Who even is that guy? Some out of towner? No, no he's in a guards uniform...how very strange.

Gets to Sybll and she's used to embarrassment during these dances, she tries to get out of them when she can... but can't always. Men awkwardly skipping the lifts, or worse, trying and failing. But him — oh it's him, the one who helped little Erold, and looked at her like—like—well like she was someone beautiful. And he's doing it again, and he's strong and there's a quiet moment where she's in the air, they lock eyes, and the rest of the room melts away.

And then the partners change again, the moment ended.

Just...living throught it all again. To the left, a dance he almost knows the steps to, throwing others off balance with erratic moves , honest mistakes, and delibrate stepping on toes. Improvising. Ruining. Improving. Getting far, far too much attention.

Hes almost excited when the first assassains start coming after him. It's like a hobby.

Everyone tells him he should get a hobby.

Interactions with young vetinari...I don't have the energy to write it all down, the slow circling in on each other, both burning with the need to fix the city, save it, their city.

needless to say he ends up fired again, life under real threat after offending some high lord.

Conveniently enough he has an employment opportunity- bodyguard to fucking Vetinari on his 'grand sneer.' The bastard knows vimes isn't what he seems, though sam is pretty sure that he doesnt know the exacts.

Vetinari hypothesis:(the ghost of keel? Keels son, with some hereditary curse? Or a larger spirit of justice possessing a string of unrelated souls? He knows things he shouldn't- mind reader? Fortune teller? Havelock once arranged for a wizard to bump into him on the street, the magical fool gave an odd double look and then muttered something about destiny looping in on itself giving him a headache. Destiny? Lost noble? And hes far too familiar with sybyl, one of the few bearable noblewomen in this city. And his thoughts on guilds, when havelock can trip him into speaking... Most of all, if hes reading him at all correctly (for all the mystery hes not that hard to read, unless thats a very clever cover) then it seems that behind those dark haunted eyes is Respect. Loyalty. For vetinari. What an interesting man. A puzzling asset. An intriguing threat. )

Did I mention the timeline is changing, healing slowly around the place where it was torn? Healing enough around scars to perhaps get some flexibility back, with some painful stretches and...massaging of said scar tissue?

And hes heading to unresting uberwald, a place where a werewolf pack still hunts humans and, truely unrelated but perhaps equally exhausting, an eldritch spirit of vengeance just might be looking to stretch its legs in a hapless vessel?

Opening drabble Vimes Vetinari Meta (Unwell)

#discworld #sam vimes #discworld au #nightwatch au #i literally drafted this post in December 2021 #and i know it was living in my head for years already at that point #i have more somewhere aging like cheese in the back of my mind #discworld fanfic #night watch #Let this be free from my mind #Perhaps someone else will write it #BE FREE ANCIENT AU OF MY SOUL #For all my obsession with discworld I have but this one (1) AU though it tears at me like the seam of a pair of pants #The songs I have permanently associated with this au are slightly bonkers by the way #My au #Seriously there's like two full novels worth of content up here. Sybyll running away from home and living as a commoner #To mirror Sam joining upper class in original timeline you see?#Some early discworld murder Wizard nonsense when they try to poke at the temporal anomaly and the universe goes brrrr #Eventually catching up with color of Magic city burning bs and vimes is mad as fuck #Weird year that never was protecting people during sourcery #And when we start catching up with where he left #Oh ho ho you can't to forward to something that doesn't exist but maybe you can go sideways to a place that's got a tear in it #A sam vimes shaped tear #And his pregnant wife from 30 years ago in the other trouser leg #AND that's not even mentioning how carcers trial got taken to a...higher court

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mvltisstuff · 11 months

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Evan Buckley x female reader - tsunami episode - they have been dating for 4 years and Buck has recently proposed, reader and Buck spend a day on the pier with Christopher but they soon get caught up in the tsunami. Reader gets injured badly (hit her head/unconscious/broken bones etc) and Buck struggles to find her and panics. Some hospital scenes with Buck and reader and 118.

angst, injuries(if ur comfortable too write about it), heartbreak, fluff 🫶🫶

waves - e.b

summary: request

evan buckley x reader

a/n: you guys always have such good ideas istg… so funny story i was gonna finish this last night but i was drunk so i couldn’t 😁

every time her eyes were forced open, y/n was faced with a new horror in front of her. the murky grey water full of debris scratching against her skin. the stinging salt water in her eyes and lips. the salt from the sea diving into her scrapes. the feeling that she was drowning and there was nothing she could do to stop it. the ocean has always been scary, but it’s never scarier than when you’re in the center of its wrath. she came up for air, only to take one deep breath before being forced under the surface again. she’s a good swimmer. she knows she can swim, but no one prepares you for a wave from hell in swimming lessons.

y/n and buck had taken christopher out for the day, trying to get buck more involved after his accident. they went to the pier, the arcades, anything that christopher suggested they did.

they were supposed to go to the movies. to see a film, but the only thing they saw now was pure calamity in front of them.

she didn’t think buck could take much more pain and uncertainty in this world. he’s the toughest man, but even the toughest soldiers can fall. y/n’s concern for him had peaked. his life felt empty when he didn’t have y/n or the 118. he loved working more than anything, saving people ended up saving him.

he knew y/n before she even started working at the 118. they had been in the same training program, and y/n was eventually transferred to los angeles. buck was so fond of y/n. he loved her more than anyone, which frightened him but also made him filled with electricity. she was alluring, talented, and the sweetest person he’s ever known. she showed him love when he needed it.

so, the ring was in his apartment, shining in one of the hidden compartments in his closet. he was certainly prepared to whip it out and spend the rest of his days next to y/n, but then, a kid with some bombs took over. the engine was on top of buck before he could take a breath, and all his plans to propose were thrown away. it was now or never, he thought, laying on the stretcher. he’d switched from gut-wrenching wails to a solid “marry me.”

now, y/n looked for buck wherever, but the shore had become one with the whole city. the pier was gone, and she didn’t know if buck and chris were too.

she was being shoved across the water, her body being smacked with incoming debris. her head made contact with a slab of concrete that the wave had taken up. after, she’d made contact with another piece that sliced through the side of her abdomen, leaving a clean gash that was releasing a spill of blood. before she knew it, the the water was cold, but she started to feel warmer by the minute. the water around her started turning red, and her face became paler as she accepted her fate. she wanted buck to be there to save her. she wanted to be able to save herself, but the aggression of the water made it near impossible. she allowed her frail body to wash up on top of a white delivery truck, laying there with her maroon blood smeared on the top of the truck.

she was transformed into survival mode, thinking of anything she would be able to do without killing herself even more. she was able to reach for a piece of sopping fabric, pressing it securely against her belly where the massive slash was. there was nothing to be done for her head as the damage had already been done. she’d be damned if this tsunami killed her, but as long as she knew buck was out there, she was going to fight like hell.

buck felt completely lost. he was settled on top of a fire engine, christopher being cradled in his arms as they faced the disaster together. they were the only two people on bucks mind, y/n and christopher. at least he knew where christopher was, but he was separated from his fiancé the moment the wave flooded the pier.

buck tried to stay positive, he really did. but, seeing all the bodies float past limply brought his spirits down. he knew that he would be okay, but the woman who’s the center of his universe could be dead. buck thought nothing could hurt more than his accident. on the contrary, the thoughts in his head during these moments of his life hurt more than any physical pain he’s experienced.

buck stayed silent, not wanting to scare christopher but the boy had his own questions. “how come y/n is gone?”

“she, um, she got lost in one of the waves, pal,” buck mumbles, trying to contain himself from completely breaking down. “we’ll find her when this is over, alright?” buck wishes he had a more firm answer, but there is nothing in this environment that is stable. no one knows a single thing that could or couldn’t happen.

suddenly, everything turned to nightmare fuel. christopher had fallen, and was swept away by the harsh flow. buck screamed his name, jumping in after him and searching for him anywhere. he swore his heart stopped, watching the exhausted boy fall into the unknown pit of water. everything had become a blur to buck. he didn’t even care about anyone else as long as christopher went home to eddie, and y/n went home with him.

bucks heart fell with eddie’s face as their reunited with each other at the hospital. he was carrying the weight of two missing people, feeling like it was only his fault. he wanted y/n there so bad, he so badly wanted her to hold him and say it’ll all work out in the end. y/n was gone, and buck had no fucking clue because now, she could be anywhere. he loves her more than anything on this planet, and a wave can’t change that.

buck continued to notice the shallow breathing of eddie, the pure horror on his face as he might’ve lost the person he adores most. there’s no pain like losing a child, and buck could never live with himself if he didn’t save christopher. alas, when eddie’s eyes directed to behind bucks cut and dirty body, he saw his son wrapped up in a warming blanket. buck felt like complete shit.

he knew he saved christopher, and he was thrilled beyond words. but where was y/n? he had to know. the sun had already set and if she wasn’t found, she was probably dead. the word rang through bucks brain, repeating itself over and over like a monster under the bed. she’s the best thing that ever happened to him, and he never guessed that it would shoot him in the foot until now.

“buck!” bobby yelled, beginning to walk over with hen and chimney as eddie sprinted to his little boy. “hey, what’s wrong, kid?”

buck could barely formulate words, the heaving in his chest was too strong to hold anything else. he panted while spitting out y/n’s name. “i cant find her, guys i tried so hard but we just got separated so fast-“

“alright, buck hang in there,” hen says, placing her hand on his shoulder in an attempt to ease him. “we’re going to look around, ok?” buck nods, knowing that this isn’t easy for them either. y/n was the light at the station, being able to cure a bad day and always making every glad to be at work. she made it the best experience, and she became their best friend outside of work too. they’d lose a coworker, but they’d lose a member of their family above all else.

buck storms around the parking lot in the triage areas, desperately begging them for her name. “do you have a y/n here? y/l/n? ive been to all of the other ones and if she’s not here i don’t know what to do.”

“she’s not on my list, sir. i’m so sorry, but have you checked the black tents?” the sad woman asks, acknowledging the tarp that was decked with body bags. buck stared at them, like they became the only thing in the world.

“i- i cant-“ buck breathes, turning around to break the contact.

“i know, you’re ok, buck,” hen speaks, as buck falls into her arms, his knees barely holding any support of his body. he tries to match henrietta’s breathing, her comforting voice soothing his ears. he tried to ignore everything around him, but the aggressive sirens of another ambulance and the lights illuminated the teams faces.

he watched as the two paramedics opened the doors, revealing another on next to a womans body, squeezing the air into her lungs with the bag. buck knows. he sees her damp hair on the stretcher, the hair loves and admired every day. he sees her crimson-stained outfit, the one he complimented her on this morning. lastly, he sees her beautiful face, the face he could never forget. he wants to sprint over to her, but his feet are planted on the ground. he has no more fight left to give, and he lets himself fall to the ground in exhaustion.

the next time his eyes peel open again, buck is sitting behind a curtain, an oxygen mask around his head and a bottle of water being handed to him. “drink this,” bobby demands.

“thanks,” buck replies.

“don’t thank me. you did great work out there today, buck. i’m proud of you.”

“thank you, cap,” buck twists the cap off, starting to take sips of the water. “please tell me i wasn’t dreaming when i saw y/n.”

“you weren’t. she’s in surgery now. she had a pretty nasty laceration on her head, and an even worse one on her abdomen. they’re thinking it hit her appendix, so they’re going in to take it out before it causes more harm than good. they did a few test on her as well,” buck hisses at bobby’s words, not wanting to hear anymore but needing to know. he didn’t know if it was good or bad, but he had to know. “she has a severe concussion. she’ll probably be disoriented and confused when she wakes up, and surely in pain. buck, hey,” bobby notices the man starting to zone out. she’s still hurt, and it’s not enough for buck. he wishes he could put a force field around her, wanting to take the force of anything that might hurt her. knowing that this out of the ordinary thing almost took her life pains him beyond injury.

“s-sorry,” buck whispers. “i want to see her when she’s out of surgery.”

“you can, but i need you to know that it’s going to look bad. she’s going to be intubated and definitely banged up. you have to know that she’s going to be ok. so, say it,” bobby tells him.

“what?”

“say she’s going to be ok.”

buck gives him a confused look, trying to contain the waves of his own tears as he utters the words out. “she’s going to be ok,” before he knows it, the dam breaks and bobby’s hugging buck, comforting him from the emotions that have taken over.

the minute buck gets the confirmation to see his girl, he’s passionately walking down the hallway of the ICU, scanning the rooms for the only one he cares about. scarily, bobby was right. it looked bad. she had cuts through her cheeks and her shoulders, even passing through her eyebrows and forehead. she had a thick bandage around her abdomen, protecting the incisions on her stomach. the lights were dimmed, protecting her eyes from hurting her head even more. the tube down her throat was a haunting sight for buck to see, realizing that she could barely do it on her own.

he sat in the chair next to her, anxious to even graze her hand. he just watched her chest rise slowly and sink down again, next to the hissing of the machine. and he stayed there. he couldn’t bring himself to leave her side again. he lost her once, it wasn’t happening again. so, buck sat next to her until her anesthesia wore off. some people might’ve thought he was a statue, the way he didn’t rip his eyes off of her.

the doctors came in a while later when y/n started breathing over her tube. she was still sleeping, but she was breathing on her own. buck knew she could, he knew this wouldn’t be the thing to take them apart. the worlds had it’s go at trying to separate buck and y/n, but it never works. until death do them part, literally. buck looked at the ring on her finger, almost forgetting that they’re planning a wedding. he’d been given the ring from the nurse, who took it off before her scans. he was the first one to put it on her finger, so he did it again.

the 118 had piled into her room, eddie bringing christopher to his tías house to spend time with her. he came back when he heard about y/n. buck just saved the life of his son, and y/n saved bucks life before he even knew it. the entire team knew it. they needed her to be ok, or work would truly never be the same.

she’d worn off the anesthesia a few hours later, looking at her family surrounding her.

“hey, baby,” buck smiles, still dressed in his muddy clothes. “i know it hurts, it’s ok.”

“what happened?” she asks, rasp in her voice.

“there was a tsunami, y/n. it got you pretty good, too,” bobby added, standing at the edge of her bed. “you fought that pretty good, y/n. they said it was pretty ugly when they found you.”

“yeah, i remember,” she squints. “but why am i here? shouldn’t i be at work soon?” buck gives his captain a confused look.

“she’s just confused, buck. it’s the concussion, don’t worry about that,” eddie whispers behind buck into his ear.

“do you remember seeing anyone or anything?” hen asks.

“i remember being scared, for buck and c-christopher. i thought they were dead for a little, and i thought i was next. but i couldnt just drop there and give up on them.”

buck noticed her exhaustion, from the pain medicine and just the stress of her disorientation. “you should get more sleep, honey. you’re gonna need it.”

“bucks right. we can come back to see you tomorrow, y/n,” hen stands. “we love you, y/n. you did good.”

“you’re tough, y/n, you’ll be alright,” chimney adds, patting her hand and starts to clear out of the room.

“don’t go, buck,” y/n says, grabbing his hand with her eyes shut tightly.

“i’m not going anywhere, y/n/n. you’re stuck with me,” buck tells her, leaving a kiss on her hand and he sees the corner of her lips rise with it.

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weirdly-specific-but-ok · 4 months

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Pt VII good omens S1E3 but i'm in a fever-induced haze and i watched it four days ago

Hello maggots it turns out I may have a viral fever... or perchance I'm just going viral in the GO fandom and Crowley being so hot has given me a fever (this is what I learned from years of studying thermodynamics). BAHAHAHAHAHAH anyway this is a LOOOONG post.

EDIT: There are time inconsistencies, as some of you informed me. Paint before wall slam etc. But this show does not follow linear time, just like me. Time is cosmic Play-Doh, and @neil-gaiman, Einstein and I are toddlers playing with it all bendy-bendy. We may have eaten some. I blame Neil. So I will correct nothing.

(im sorry to all my followers, the maggots, and everyone reading this post, i'm afraid this level of quality will be sustained for the rest of the post)

Whatever it may be... haveth my summary of Good Omens Ep3, or whatever I remember of it, anyway.

The second the episode started streaming everyone was yelling about the cold open in the chat.

I could be conflating this with Ep 1 but I think it begins with Aziraphale's gaslight gatekeep girlboss moment where he straight up LIES TO GOD about giving the dumb humans a flaming sword right after they fell from grace.

Hot take from someone who has negligible biblical knowledge, look at it, guys. What harm has an apple ever done to mankind (except to doctors)? Nothing. *nods vigorously* And then our lovely angel goes and gIVES THEM A GODDAMN FLAMING SWORD. Nice, fire and weaponry, this is going to go well for the world!

Anyway lesson is Aziraphale is a chaotic lil bastard and it's why we and Crowley love him.

Fast forward to uh, Noah's Ark... There is a unicorn and it runs away, which Crowley/Crawly seems concerned about. Azi is just chilling there watching all of humanity be drowned and Crowley, looking gorgeous may I add, walks up and she's like CHILDREN? WHY ARE YOU KILLING CHILDREN?

Did I mention that she looks gorgeous with those flowing locks because she does. It gives kind of Disney Brave vibes, doesn't it? Wait is David Tennant Scottish I WANT A DAVID TENNANT/CROWLEY MERIDA COSPLAY.

Anyway so Aziraphale and Crowley watch everyone drown etc

I may have missed a few centuries but then we have ol' Bill Shakespeare and Hamlet (David!!) and Aziraphale like the bean he is wants to cheer them on, and does it badly.

Crowley is standing there thinking man this angel is a fucking doofus why do I love him, and then they make a deal that allows them to do NO work whatsoever since their work cancels out anyway.

Aziraphale pouts at Crowley and Crowley melts inside and makes Hamlet a success though he doesn't even like Shakespeare's tragedies but Azi does and that's all that matters.

OH YEAH FRENCH REVOLUTION. Just to fuck with Aziraphale and because the painkillers are getting to me, I'm gonna do this one in my shit French (et non, je ne peux pas utiliser les accents, j'utilise l'ordinateur et je ne veux pas ouvrir Google). Alors, la revolution est la, Aziraphale veut manger (quelle surprise) et ses vetements sont tres chers, les sans-culottes le tueront, mais Crowley vient et Aziraphale dis "Crowley! Mon hero"

Okay I ran out of French but yes so he was gonna be hanged but Crowley came and Aziraphale's face literally melted and then he switched clothes with the guard and left him to die while he and Crowley went to dine happily (Aziraphale dined, Crowley was hungry for Azi because he has a watching-angel-eat kink).

Aziraphale being a casual accessory to murder/murderer is the most underrated part of good omens.

Fast forward and it's the holocaust and Aziraphale is tricked by some Nazis and they're about to kill him. But Crowley walks down the aisle to their groom, well, more like skips while yelping, and burns the place down for Aziraphale. Naturally Azi's like OH NO MY BOOKS and is ready to cry, then Crowley gently hands him the suitcase full of books unharmed and says just a little miracle for you, baby, want a ride home? And Aziraphale is left holding the books (which by the by Crowley does not care about, they do NOT read books, again, just for Azi) and looking like the happiest man alive and like he would die for Crowley.

Fast forward and we have Crowley in the sixties SERVING with her bob cut, anyone who doesn't like it can fight me to the DEATH, I LOVE HER, and anyway Crowley manipulates, manslaughters and manwhores her way into getting into the car with Aziraphale. He hands her a bottle of holy water because fuck heaven he would do anything for Crowley, and Crowley offers to drive him anywhere (mmmhm Crowley sure you're just being a gentledemon) and Aziraphale tells her that she goes too fast for him. IF THIS ISN'T CALLBACKED IN S3 WITH CROWLEY SAYING "YOU RIDE TOO FAST FOR ME, ANGEL" on a motorbike or horse or his peepee ANYTHING IDC im gonna throw hands.

I'm choosing to forget all the breakups so end cold open back in present day

They're in a paintball arena and Crowley presses Aziraphale into the wall while growling I'm not nice (ok Crowley bro maybe it's time to take a break from 2010s wattpad) and Aziraphale is just gazing adoringly at him. Ex-Satanic nun comes and is like oh my bad this is an intimate moment and Crowley turns around immediately cross that someone's interrupting them but Aziraphale continues to stare at Crowley's face hornily until he reluctantly looks at the nun too. Thanks for the acting choices Michael Sheen.

They hypnotise her and Azi melts when she mentions the antichrist's toesy-woesies and then they leave and Azi is hit by paint, Crowley circles him devouring him with his gaze and finally blows away the paint with an air kiss. I see you, Azi, I KNOW you can get rid of it yourself. Anyway then Crowley turns all the paintball guns into rifles and people start shooting and Azi is like THIS is my husband and they walk away to have drinks while the police swarms.

People were like 'Crowley only ensured no one got killed because of the look Azi gave him' like LMAO have you MET them? Aziraphale is always fucking down for murder, Crowley is the one being like FOR THE LOVE OF GOD AZIRAPHALE NO. Azi was like "shit we gotta kill the antichrist you do it" and crowley's like "bitch slow down we can literally just raise the kid right"

Anyway Crowley gaslights some demons about seeing the hellhound and ig whatever I said happened in Ep 2 with Dog actually happened here etc

The bandstand scene, fuck me. Crowley asks Aziraphale to run away together from the end of the world and Aziraphale says no and they're both sad

we're all sad too

the end

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PART 5 last part Big bear

Halsin x reader

Warnings: AOB, feelings, tav insert, Angst, abuse, truama, hurt/comfort,

Previous part <-

Leaving hadn’t been an option, even if you wanted to. The suppressors were wearing off just as quick as you took them. Your body felt like it was on fire, you couldn’t keep food or water down. Everyone’s scent was over powering especially a certain Druid’s. You felt like clawing your insides out, the gods truely hated you. You ignored Tav who had approached a few times with food, snacks and water. This would pass and you’d go to the woods, find a place to live out the rest of your days before you died alone and quietly.

Halsin hadn’t stopped pacing since this morning, he hadn't slept, his mind raced and his thoughts were scrambled. You pushed him away and he should respect your boundary’s, but you were in pain and he could ease it. He was too pent up from watching from afar, Tav had come to him a few times trying to offer kind words, but he shrugged them off without thought. He hadn’t meant to be rude and ignoring, but you were shaking on that stupid hay bale, you’d thrown up twice now and you didn’t drink or eat. His second nature was close to forcing you to accept his help, but he knew that wasn’t the way, that would end badly, you’d reject him even more and he’d cast himself out. He didn’t know your past, but it held you in a vice grip and you were drowning in it.

Nighttime finally came, you wanted a nice warm bath and maybe some strong alcohol or potion to knock you out. You felt to dizzy to stand up though.

“Told you, you needed me” you shot up this time, seeing the elder standing by your bed. You felt fear rush through your body as you shook your head.

“No, you’re dead!” You said and she cackled.

“I’m a witch! You’ll never kill me!” She yelled, but nobody else seemed to hear her.

“Hiding here like a coward, you should be spilling blood!” She hissed and you whimpered.

“You’re not real” you whispered shaking your head.

“Oh I am! You’ll never be free of me!” Her smile was evil, her laugh echoing in your ears as you cried out.

She was suddenly gone, your whole body shaking in terror and a worried alpha in front of you, holding your arms gently. You flinched from him, quickly looking around seeing the elder gone.

“Did you see her?” You asked and he frowned glancing around the barn.

“I saw no one, just heard your cry” he said carefully and you felt tears in your eyes, even in death she haunts you.

“She’s not dead” you said and he frowned, but it clicked.

“I killed her, I assure you” he said and you shook your head.

“She wants me back, I’ve had my freedom” you muttered, someone else held your fate once again.

“She’s not here” Halsin said and you growled.

“Why’re you here still!” You yelled.

“I’ve told you to leave me alone! I should’ve spilled your blood when I had the chance” you sneered.

You looked out your eyes, like you were inside your head, but not the one in control as you sneered at Halsin. You yelled and cried banging against invisible walls.

Hearing your cry had never ran so fast in his life, something put horrid fear in you, your stench of anxiety and fear filling his nose instantly. When you mention a she he thought back to the witch, was she tormenting you even in death? Your face seemed to glaze over and someone else’s eyes stared at him as you began yelling and threatened. He felt the sting he did, but he knew it wasn’t you, oak father, he needed to help you somehow. He held your arms gently, closing his eyes and letting his magic flow from him to you. You were still sneering and threatening him, but he ignored you, he didn’t care if you sliced him down, he’d hand you a blade if it made you happy.

You felt magic flow through you and suddenly your mind was your own. You heard a cry in the distance and watched Halsins face squint slightly before he opened his eyes.

“What did you do?” You asked quietly.

“Removed her, she somehow reached you in death, she won’t anymore” he said softly as tears returned to your eyes.

“I’m sorry” you said looking away feeling the ache return to your body. His scent filled your nose and your body shuddered slightly at the warmth it filled you. You breathed him in for a moment, the smell of leather and earth on him, the calmness of an alpha, the care of an alpha. You had closed your eyes as a few tears dropped, you were lost.

Halsin hesitated as he let you go and you didn’t blame him for wanting to leave, you just needed to lie down again. The alpha surprised you though when you were suddenly scooped up gently in large arms. He sat down on the hay bale, his back against the broken wall. You felt your muscles loose feelings like a rag doll. You shuffled a bit legs by his hips as you cried into his chest.

“I don’t know what to do” you sobbed as his one of his hands ran gently up and down your back.

“You overcome, you heal, it’ll take time though”he whispered as you sagged even more sensing his sadness.

“How?” You muttered.

“With help” he said softly.

“Who would want to help me after what I did?” You scoffed lightly.

“Me” he whispered arms going around your waist to hold you closer.

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sleepyboywrites · 9 months

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Hey there, do you wanna do yandere headcannons for the creepypasta characters? (Specifically Trans or Cis Male Reader) whichever once you want, I did it with the TF2 characters and it was tons of fun

Hey! I hope it's okay if I just do an in general Male Reader because I don't like to use specifics unless it's necessary, like for trans/cis exclusive experiences ie: dysphoria/euphoria, overly descriptive nsfw if I ever end up doing something like that, and/or things like periods which cis men don't experience to allow more people to relate. In short I just don't want any male readers to feel excluded if it's not an exclusive experience if that makes any sense.

Also I apologize for not posting in a bit and taking so long to respond to this turns out I have too many thoughts about this particular prompt actually so this will probably turn into individual series/posts after this one

Yandere! Creepypasta x Male!Reader.

Tw: yandere behaviors kidnapping, murder, physical or psychological abuse, slightly spicy? for a couple Idk, it's nothing descriptive just mentions of a perverted mind and could possibly be interpreted in that way

Eyeless Jack

• obsession obsession obsession. Beastlike has things he stole from you in a nest. Kills people who interact with you. Almost wolf-like if I had to put a fine point to it.

• At first it's just people who were mean to you, hurt you, or made you feel badly about yourself because surely a boy like yourself would praise him for being so helpful to you, right?

• Then it's anyone who gets too close or appears to like you romantically.

• Then it's anyone you spend too much time with which interferes with time meant for him.

• He's delusional, but in the practical sense.

• Think, "I'm doing this to protect him" , "Those people would hurt him eventually", "He's not safe on his own, he needs me to look over him." "The outside world will tear him apart."

• Stalks you 24/7. You are never without eyes on you but you also don't have a clue he's watching at first.

• After all he only steals things you haven't worn in months or you could chock up to misplacing.

• And he's a hunter so he specializes in stalking whether for food or in personal matters.

• You won't know he's there until it's too late.

• He'll make his move to kidnap you once you've essentially isolated yourself out of fear to those around you dying. He'll treat you gently during his kidnapping.

• Using his medical knowledge he'd give you anesthesia as you sleep and take you home.

• May remove an organ or two as souvenirs, treats if you will to add to his nest.

• Once you are in his possession he will add you to his nest and you'll wake up pressed firmly into his chest as he mumbles incoherently.

•If you ever try to leave he will make you pliant in anyway he can think of. He's not above physically harming you if that makes it so you can't leave him. He worked so hard to retrieve his mate and he won't lose you even if he has to hurt you or you end up hating him but you will stay.

Ben Drowned

• A lot like EJ he's also always watching difference is you are always overly aware of his presence.

• He wants you to know that he's watching. He wants you to interact with him. Even if that interaction is you yelling at him and begging him to leave you alone.

• He is 100% playing some sort of sick game with you that he knows you'll lose. Think you'll develop Stockholm syndrome before he even kidnaps you.

• If he ever leaves you alone for a few days you'd find yourself missing the teasing remarks and add ons normally added as you went about your day.

• All due to his tendency to drive people insane of which you are not immune but the trail of your insanity leading directly to his arms.

• He knows this and is overly cocky about it both to your face and to others. Think, "oh poor you, you love me, what an unfortunate situation." To your face the first time you fall asleep around him with a stupid sick grin or "I'm going to kill you and he's going to come to me for comfort and protection when he finds out." when talking to someone he's deemed bad for you.

• He wouldn't go on a murder spree without a trigger but then like Jack that'll devolve into killing anyone he disapproves of which is everyone else.

• He has a general distaste and distrust of people due to the nature of his creation and will find an excuse to kill anyone around you should his murderous intent be triggered which can happen in three different ways you're constantly distraught by someone, you start ignoring him to be around someone else, or you've failed to keep him entertained so he needed a more entertaining situation.

• Possesive with a capital P, if he does not know your precise location or have you within arms reach at any given moment he will lose it.

• Clingy but veiled with indifference. He'll act as if he doesn't care but insist on keeping some kind of contact at all times. Once he physically has you this would be physical contact and before hand just following you everywhere saying he doesn't have anything better to do.

• Will use psychological and emotionally harmful methods to keep you in line if you ever try to reject him or his advances but claims won't hurt you physically in anyway.

• His vice grip on you reveals otherwise though. Enough so to encourage you to go along with him.

Laughing Jack

• I feel he'd court you in cat-like ways. If you've been in his box more extravagant shows with him as the lead, carrying you around places. (Being weary to let you leave until he eventually stops letting you leave.

•Leaving you gifts that go from sweet to scary really fast. Think your favorite treats and then your loved ones' hearts carved from their chests so you never have to leave him again.

• He's the king of being delulu and reacts poorly to ungratefulness so do try your best not to scream or hit him when instead of cotton candy he has a loved one's head on a stick.

• You can try to gently coerce him to stop killing your loved ones in order to isolate you and making you stay forever/to let you go. But he'll say "you're being silly" and "here is where you belong you goofball of a boy. " covered in your loved ones blood as he ruffles your hair.

•The accidentally kill you for being ungrateful/not accept him and keep your corpse like your still alive type.

•Keep it lighthearted and the Jester is your friend. If you don't and mention troubles he'll fix them violently.

• Is constantly coddling and cuddling you.

• Since he was once a guardian angel and he believes his murdering of ungrateful children is God's work, he sees you as a present for all his good work.

• Like a child being gifted a puppy on Christmas.

• Bone crushing hugs and grips that bruise your skin and make it so it hurts to move but he acts like he didn't mean to and gets moody if you push him away or say he's hurting you.

• It's an act though, he likes seeing you squirm in pain and the expressions you make trying not to cry when he holds you.

• He thinks it's cute. He thinks you're cute when you're in pain.

• On a lighter note, he 100% is the type of clingy to hold your sleeve going places or to poke you (mostly) lightly in order to get your attention.

Homicidal Liu

•The softest in this lineup.

• I believe the term is dormant Yandere? Yeah. It is, because you wouldn't guess something is off until something starts getting between the two of you.

• You remind him of before his traumas, whether that be you look like someone who was kind to him before or upon first meeting you were genuine, honest, and kind. You make him feel safe and calm or as calm as Sully gets and he's never letting you leave him.

• He'd incorporate himself into your life truly getting close to you. Like this is months if not years long in the making. He becomes the closest person to you in your inner circle and you're the same for him. He plays the long game.

• You guys live together and you probably already like him the same way he likes you but both of you are too awkward to talk about it and Sully has been forbidden to say anything or Liu threatened to take his meds. Or you guys are in a long-term committed relationship already.

• Protective, possessive, and obsessive but fairly level headed. He is aware of the reality of the situation. Ie: his possessiveness is giving you his clothes and repetitive thoughts of "mine" during times of physical contact or seeing you in his clothes and needing texts or where you are, why you left, and when you plan on being back as well as if anything changes. He obsesses over your likes, dislikes, mannerisms, emotional cues, and interests so he essentially knows you even better than you do. Protective being watching over you as you sleep in situations where it's acceptable to do so and setting up security systems for the house.

•More likely to grab your arm or hug your knees and sob "please don't leave me" than he is to ever hurt you. The most agressive he gets is when Sully is fronting but even then the likelihood of him hurting you above holding you a bit too tight is 5% and reserved for extremely specific occasions which virtually don't happen. Ie: you find out he's a murderer and react too poorly in a way he didn't expect, you leave him cold turkey, you treat him poorly

• Clingy always needs some kind of contact most of the time this equates to holding hands/pinkies in public and ensuring the two of you are essentially attached at the hip. Though because he's entered your inner circle you just think it's because you two are close and that's the product of your closeness.

• His hunting turns into stalking and killing those who've been bugging you and you've talked poorly about whenever he feels his bloodlust bubbling over.

•'Cause if he kills people you've said that you wished would die or that you hate you'll be able to forgive or even praise him right?

• Unlikely to kidnap you unless he gets caught/found out then he'll probably relocate the two of you but he'd rather talk to you about it beforehand so it'd be a last minute emergency type thing. Or if you spend too much time away from him.

Jeff the Killer

• Doesn't play games of any kind. He'll observe you just long enough to learn about you, your schedule, who all knows you, and how frequently they check in. Then he'll remove obstacles and he'll just just take you.

• Impatient and the shortest fuse known to man.

• He's not afraid to hurt you in fact he enjoys it so the more perverted side of him wants you to push him and his expectations.

• The chain you up in a basement type

•He'll kill anyone involved with your life so when you beg him to let you go with tears in your eyes saying you have people waiting for you he can tell you with certainty that you don't. Not anymore. Laughing as he tells you and stroking/tugging at your hair.

• Degrading and mean to the point where you can't tell if he hates you or not. Uses pet names in a derogatory way as well.

• Pretty distant and cold even after you warm up to him and he lets you wander around a contained and highly surveillanced area, though it's probably just the torture basement he chained you up in to begin with.

•Most affection you'd get is a pat on the head or shoulder.

•Any other form of affection wouldn't really feel like affection.

•Wants to break you into a mindless doll essentially for him to love, use, and abuse. But the breaking you into it is very important to him.

• Will torture you severely for any mishap.

•The only way you can tell he's attracted to you beyond physically, is if he goes too far with the torture, when he's patching you up, or when he brings you something you like/he likes.

•Though he talks to you sweetly sometimes after you pass out and/or are slipping into unconsciousness. "You were made for me, sweet boy." "So good for me." It wigs you out though.

•you will feel like you live on eggshells as try your best to accommodate to him.

• you are most likely to go insane and learn to crave his mistreatment.

Ticci-Toby

• Delusional. He is convinced you and him are in love and have the white picket fence dream. Complete with a German Shepherd and two adopted kids.

• And because of the way his brain is scrambled once he starts thinking about you regularly he can no longer tell what really happened or what was a daydream.

• Hopefully he has a good enough grip on reality to have actually interacted with you before his delusions convince him that you need to be with him at all times and he kidnaps you.

• 'Cause if not he's going to be really confused as to why his boyfriend who told him this is what he wanted is freaking out to the point of needing restrained. You'll hurt his feelings and he'll probably successfully gaslight you into believing his delusions himself.

• Also the lock you up type but more in the paranoid of others stealing you from him way, so if it's not together you aren't going.

• Like Jeff he allows you to roam around a highly surveillanced and locked up area but unlike Jeff it's an actual house and not a basement.

• He will hole up with you for weeks until duty calls or the house runs out of supplies

• Very "I love him I love him I love him I love him" coded and needs you to be just as enthusiastic.

•The hurt you on accident and profusely apologize immediately after but loves how you look when you cry and tremble as he patches you up type.

• Think someone telling him something that insinuated his affections towards you didn't count so he grabs your arm and squeezes it as you try walking away, asking "Toby... you're hurting me." He says wide-eyed struggling for only a moment as his kidnapper/partner tightens his grip with steel cold eyes. "Tell me it counts. It counted right?" (may or may not be my first ex-core as in my experience based)

•He feels really guilty about it too and periodically he will be crying into your lap forcing you to comfort him after an outburst because he feels just like his dad and he hates it.

Tim/Masky

• Much like Homicidal Liu and Hoodie he is actively incorporating you into his life. Difference is he's trying to manipulate you into thinking he's the only one you can trust.

• Uses the White Knight Method, which in case you're unfamiliar is a highly efficient manipulation technique in which they solve your problems while unbeknownst to you being the source of said problems until you become obsessed with or fall in love with the "knight" protecting you.

• If you feel like someone is watching you, he's toying with you. In fact he'll probably show up shortly after from the opposite direction of where you think watching is coming from and ask you if you're okay. Revelling in the look of fear on your face as you gush to him about what's bothering you and promising to protect you as he walks you home.

•He'll sabotage your relationships by making you think that they're the ones who've been leaving disturbing gifts on your doorstep/trying to hurt you.

• It's very much so a game to him and you're the prize.

• He's the type to want to see every emotion you have to offer.

• He's also the likes when you smile and likes when you cry more type

• But his need for you to need him and seek him out basically nukes the previous headcannon and makes it so he settles for comforting you when as far as you know something/someone else made you cry.

•Essentially by the time he's done with you, you'd beg to never leave his side, for him to keep you close and keep you safe but you don't have to because that's right where he wants you.

Brian/Hoodie

• Stalker alert! He's watching you sleep and following you everywhere

•Also uses the White Knight method but he uses what would have been a one time scary occurrence and uses that occurrence as a scapegoat to make more situations/scenarios which isolate you and bring you closer to him.

• In fact, his protection is a gateway to you, his foot in the door.

•It starts with him stepping in when things get scary then you see him somewhere you frequent and you talk to him or he talks to you and numbers are exchanged.

• After of which you are his clearly. Obviously, you just don't know it yet.

• Then he starts staging more scary, making your loved ones hurt you/turn on you/are the culprit in a scary situation until he's all you have. Until you need him.

• Mans has hidden cameras all over your house.

•You know where most of them are after all it was his idea, he said it was for your protection. What you didn't account for is all the hidden cameras in the gifts he's got you.

• He's the quiet, doting, infantilizing type.

• As in he genuinely believes you are too small, weak, and pure to know any of his intentions and he treats you as if you have no clue about anything always. Babies you constantly at a gradually increasing weight until it's suffocating.

• He wants to lock you up and protect you.

• Gaslighting king, if you catch on or try to leave him he will gaslight you into staying.

• Think "Baby boy what are you even talking about everything I've done was for your protection and your protection alone. There's no secret cameras you don't know about you're being silly." Or "Sweet boy, I've never done anything you didn't want or need. I'm very intuned to your needs and you need me. You need to be protected, you aren't safe unless I'm near."

• So genuinely and heartfeltly said that you'd clearly be the bad guy for even thinking like that and with how deep he has you you'd believe him too.

#ben drowned #brian hoodie #eyeless jack #homicidal liu #jeff the killer #laughing jack #ticci toby #tim masky #creepypasta x male reader #these are all in general headcannons but i do believe there's a best case scenario for each should you guys be interested :)#yandere creepypasta x male reader #as always #suggestions are welcome #also definitely goinng to write about these characters individually in the near future

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cemeterything · 10 months

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i feel like your ocs would have amazing aita posts

oh definitely. in fact here's a sample for you.

Annie: "AITA for constructing a moral framework based on my belief that I am a character in a cosmic horror setting where my knowledge of the horrors makes me a target and thus I must do whatever it takes to survive (NOTE: I have justified the ruination of the lives of hundreds of people thanks to this worldview, but in my defence most of them had the potential to kill me even if they weren't actively trying to do so)"

also "WIBTA if I were to wander the earth leaving a trail of destruction in my wake until someone puts me out of my misery because my boyfriend died"

Lincoln: "AITA for continuing to pursue my passion of making music even though it compels people to kill each other (btw my new album is now available for pre-order!)"

Samara: "AITA for helming a highly dangerous expedition to the Arctic despite my lack of experience in this regard in order to prove to my father that I'm worthy of inheriting his company"

Nicky: "AITA for becoming a tool of the state in the fight to prevent angels and demons from abusing or destroying humanity for extremely personal revenge quest reasons (I do torture people for information as part of my job)"

Eddie: "AITA for placing myself intentionally in high-risk situations to spite my overbearing sister (regardless of your verdict I will be continuing)"

Logan: "AITA for tying my loyalty to whoever I perceive to be the most capable of protecting me from harm at any given time and doing whatever they ask of me unconditionally"

Fen: "AITA for letting people drown if they don't pay me to ferry them across the marshland which I am a physical manifestation of"

The Radio Host: actually i'm not even gonna try to write one for him he's a genocidal dictator who wants to turn the universe into its personal surveillance state

Dante: "AITA for running away from home to play a game that could kill me because I didn't want to talk to my parents about my mental health and also being a nepo baby I guess"

Maja: "WIBTA if I just lay down and gave up while my team are waiting for me to bring back help and rescue"

Pentifer: "AITA for killing innocent people so I can use their corpses as puppets to get close to my assassination targets if I was abused by my creator until I became hateful and cruel and now have no reason to trust that anyone will treat me differently when I'm widely feared and considered an abomination"

Jocelyn: "AITA for being an opportunistic cult leader who eats people and turns them into cocoons for spiders if I was raised to believe I have no choice in the matter"

Ram: "AITA for dying so badly that it was the catalyst of the problems for everyone around me"

Radi: "AITA for being unable to fall in love with the person who loved the person I was before her personality and memories were forcibly erased and I was born from the ashes of her destruction"

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c-t-r-l14 · 2 months

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Dontis Is Written So Amazingly Well.

It wasn’t a surprise when I found out he killed people. It was implied in the first episode we’ve seen him in that he did some things that he wasn’t proud of; and in the second episode, he even told the hunter that it was a shame he couldn’t get drunk, because there was some things things that he’d rather forget; even if it was for a little while. Him killing people in order to survive didn’t make him a bad person—and when you live a life as a being like Dontis or Xanthus—you will eventually get into situations where killing to survive or dying at the hands of your enemies will bring you an ultimatum.

What surprised me was that Dontis wasn’t always this wise and gentle.

Before this audio, I thought that he’d only kill out of necessity—that he’d exhaust all his other options first before he’d think about taking another person’s life. I thought that he’d always tried to help people out, make sure to protect the innocent when needed, and try to understand all the sides before he passes judgement onto other people. But that was never the case.

Dontis was once cruel. He had betrayed innocent people. Dontis was once selfish. He put other people in harms way so he could be able to live another day. He trusted no one, and was wary of the world. He wasn’t filled with faith, nor optimism, nor empathy, nor understanding.

He was not filled with love.

He did these things because in a world full of humans and supernaturals—one of them will try their hardest to be on top of the food chain. In this world, the strong survive, and the weak perish. In this world, it is kill or be killed. And as far as Dontis knew, there was no room for kindness or trust.

One of the things I really loved about this audio was that we were indirectly shown Dontis’ thought process when it came to him forgiving hunter listener for everything they have done. Before, he’d preach about how “all someone needs is a helping hand,” and, “sometimes, a little kindness goes a long way,” and while I do I agree with sentiment, I still couldn’t wrap my head around how exactly Dontis could be so forgiving to the people who had wronged him so badly. And now, because of this audio, I finally get it.

Dontis was in their place once, too.

He knows what it’s like to be filled with hate and spite; to drown in it and have it consume you—and rule your life. He knows what it’s like to take a life; he’s done horrible things too. The reason why he’s so forgiving is simply because he’s probably experienced what they’ve went through, too. And he feels like he can’t judge people because that’d simply make him a hypocrite—because he has done bad things, too. He had made terrible choices. Choices he will have to live with. Choices he will regret for the rest of his life. And when Dontis gives advice or comforts others, I get the strong feeling that he is trying to be the companion he wished he had during those first few decades of his life.

Another thing I really loved about this audio was how it showed that Hunter listener and Dontis are parallels of each other. Dontis was young, and full of spite and wariness. When he had met that Turkish woman, he really thought that she was going to be just like all the rest of the humans he’d met before her. He thought that she wouldn’t hesitate to sell him out if it meant saving her life—or that she’d use and abuse him, but that was never the case. She simply needed love. She simply wanted company. This woman single handedly showed Dontis that not every single human he was going to meet would bad person. And as ironic as it sounds, her actions made Dontis gain some humanity of his own.

When hunter listener finally caught and trapped Dontis, they were just like him when he was younger. They hated supernatural beings and killed them before even getting a chance to know them—simply because they knew WHAT they were without getting to know WHO they were. But, in a strange turn of events, it was Dontis who made them realize the truth. It was Dontis who helped them forget their pain for a little while; Dontis, who gave them a second chance at living a good life—free from all the violence and acts of terror they have committed. And it was Dontis who have given them a different perspective on the beings they have once despised and condemned.

The lady is to Dontis as Dontis is to the hunter.

I feel like Dontis’ story—all of the struggles, pain, and suffering he has went through in order to become the beautiful, loving, caring person he is today, really reminds people that compassion and empathy aren’t things you are born with; nor is hatred and spite. Those behaviors are learned and taught. And I have totally forgotten that—because up until today, I’ve only gotten to see the type of person Dontis has become, and never thought about the type of person he once was.

Saku’s mind—his ability to write characters with so much depth and development—is absolutely insane. And honestly, this audio makes me love and appreciate Dontis even more than before.

Masterlist

#zsakuva #sakuverse #dontis zsakuva #dontis my beloved #dontis #Yes this is a rant #I just had to get this off my chest because holy shit #Saku is an absolute generous bro omg

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permettez-moi · 7 months

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More ruins of gorlan audiobook thinkies:

Arald asking Will not to tell Halt that he told Will it was hid master leading the cavalry, as he didn’t want Halt to get angry with him. I like how this indicates they have butted heads before, as most characters in the series are shown to be cool headed, or, if they aren't, they rarely actually argue. So in a way I like how this request indicates it has happened before, getting rid of a bit of the feeling of 'they all magically get along'

Halt including Will in his message to the baron 'tell the baron that Halt and his apprentice Will are tracking the boar' just the fact that Halt not only adds that his apprentice is coming, but that he is called Will feels so important? It's like Halt is showing how much Will matters to him, and that, even though he is a mere apprentice, he is important

'Halt reigned in for a few seconds to explain, and Will brought tug to a stop beside him' the way I died because Flanny boy obviously had to say 'to a stop' instead of 'to a halt' kills me

I am absolutely obsessed with the image of Horace, absolutely beaten up, a black eye and bleeding lip, holding a wooden sword, standing there ready to protect will (I am thinking of a specific image, but can't pinpoint it, like, slightly hunched, maybe leaning against something, in any case, a real power stance)

When Will got scared because Gil dissapeared out if sight on the planes (when hunting kalkara) Halt says that it's alright, and he rather Will warn him too often, then too little, and then, I quote 'Halt knew only all too well, that having called a false alarm once, Will might be reluctant to react one time, and that might be fatal for all of them' ALL THE POSSIBLE THINGS THIS COULD RELATE TO??? Did Halt once feel foolish like this, and didn't warn crowley or the group or something, causing terrible things?? Is this somehow related to ferris, where, after the first attack, he told his thoughts to someone who reacted badly, not doing it the next time and then nearly getting drowned??

I FORGOT ABOUT THE WILLYS KISS OMG THE KUSS THE KIDS I SCREAMED OUT LOUD

Both Rodney and Arald being happy that Will chose Halt, you cannot tell me that that isn't because they saw Halt was happier with Will in his life

HALT SMILING BECAUSE WILL CHOSE HIMMMMMM I AM NOT NORMAL ABOUT THIS MAN

WAIT THE CONFESSION ABOUT WILL'S FATHER IS IN THE FIRST BOOK??? In my head it came way later! Also got teary eyed by this btw

Brb I am crying now

#ranger's apprentice #ra #rangers apprentice #john flanagan #the ruins of gorlan #I am in love with these characters #Klock listens to the audiobook

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ithaquasbbg · 9 months

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Ok so I thought.. “I write a lot of Helel centered fics when I do Morningstar, what about nebu?” So here we go, I like nebu, he’s my baby girl.

Regain control - Nebu/Nathaniel Norwell x reader

I’m one of the only bastards who wants this pairing.. probably.

Tw: torture, brief death mentions and mentions of child loss, flashbacks, drowning, panic attacks and vomit.

Based on: “King” by Lauren aquilina

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He’s alone, something Nebu would have dreaded years prior. A younger version of him was terrified of being left alone with his own thoughts, but now, it was something he counted almost as a blessing. The darkness around his cell makes the former king question if he could have perhaps gone blind, though, the opening of the door to his chamber quickly proves this idea wrong, as Nebu hisses in pain at the brightness, his vision adjusting slowly.

As Helel enters his cell, grabbing onto his chin and saying words that blur together. Perhaps Nebu was too delirious to understand, or perhaps he simply tuned his brothers words out as a way to cope with his situation. But soon, he finds himself being able to understand Helel for the first time in a while, though he can’t decide if it’s a blessing or a curse once he processes what had been said to him. “What if I offered you freedom, brother?” He asks, a wide smile on his face. Helel must notice the way Nebu’s face contorts in confusion, bursting into laughter as he watches his brother. “It’s not a joke, Dear brother, you’re to be released tonight.”

How much Nebu wishes he had begged to not be released as he’s thrown into a blizzard, the snow falling so fast that he cannot even open his eyes. The former king quickly realizes that this was not the blessing Helel tried to frame it as, this was another way to torture him. A way to kill him, even. “Brother, please, don’t leave me here!” He screams, reaching out in the direction Helel had once been, only to find nothing. Tears flowing down his cheeks slowly freezing, the cold making him feel as if he’s dying.

As he collapses into the ground, he finds himself screaming for the first time in a while, even the torture had stopped working at some point. But this.. this filled him with terror, it made him sick. Nebu had wanted to die so badly throughout his imprisonment, but not like this, not slowly or painfully. “Please help me..” his voice is weak as he finds himself blacking out, body shaking.

Nebu is so ready to accept death, shock overtaking him when he opens his eyes the next morning, strange feeling’s overwhelming him. He lays in a mattress, something he had not had the privilege of in years, it’s uncomfortable, almost painful to think about. He didn’t deserve it, he’d been conditioned to think like that at least. Nebu is too weak to stand, chills overtaking him the moment he moves the blankets that cover his body.

The light is blinding him, he cannot see anything at all, especially after being without light for so long. It’s not until he feels the cold touch of a hand on his forehead that he speaks, his voice a whisper. “Who are you..?” He feels the hand flinch at the sound of his voice, then hears your voice follow after. “Ah, I was beginning to think you wouldn’t wake up!” You’re met with silence, noticing how his face contorts in fear. “I won’t hurt you, don’t worry!”

Though, despite your best efforts at comforting the man in front of you, he still seems afraid, body trembling under your touch, a quiet whimper coming from him as his eyes peek open, a light brown, almost transparent. “…bright.. it’s bright..” he mumbles, hands going to cover his eyes. “Alright, I’ll try to get it darker in here” he nods and goes back to keeping his eyes closed, relaxing as he feels you moving away from him.

When the blinds are all closed, he’s finally able to open his eyes, at least a little more than he was able to before. Nebu finds himself humiliated not long later when he finds himself reaching out to you, despite shaking in terror. “Yo-You’re.. real?” He asks, cringing as he hears himself stutter, along with the general weakness of his voice. “Yes, I am real…?” You’re confused as to why the man in front of you is acting so strangely. You thought he was simply a person caught in a snow storm, but this seems way worse than what you had thought.

Slowly, you examine him, the way his face is bruised, how his clothing is crusted in dried blood, his hair knotted and dirty, and most concerningly, just how malnourished he looked to be. Though, you decide not to say anything, simply staying still as the blonde in front of you observes you, hands still shaking as he runs his hands through your hair. He shivers at the sensation before he thinks back to something painful, his thoughts keeping Nebu out of control, even now that he was free.

The day he had been captured, he stood with the woman he loved In a nursery, holding her hand as he peeks over at her with a large smile on his face. “It’s gorgeous, dear..” she whispers, smiling as he kisses her cheek. “And it’s all for our daughter, I cannot wait to meet her.”

But only hours later, he was on the ground, holding her dead body close to him as he screams and cries, cursing at the lord who he believed would protect him. The thought of the way Helel laughed at his pain makes him sick, as he covers his mouth and gags, eyes filling with tears. “Oh geez.. don’t puke-” you lift Nebu up and rush him to the bathroom, wincing at the sound of him screaming and crying as he purges pure bile, his stomach empty from a long period of not eating.

All you can do is pull his hair back and rub his back as it continues, and as much as nebu hates the feeling of touch, he finds himself unable to even tell you to stop as he continues puking, the pain never ending. But despite his distrust, he finds himself crying into your chest as soon as it’s all over, the feeling of gentle touch after so so long of being tortured calming him, even if he’s terrified of you, of the prospect of trust.

“There there.. it’s okay, you’re okay..” you whisper, hearing him choke back tears as he cries in your arms. “We should get you washed up, okay? Then you can rest more..” Nebu wants to beg for you to not let go of him, to just let him die in your arms now, but he doesn’t, simply nodding as you turn on the bath water. Like a child, he’s amazed by the sight of the water falling out from the faucet, but years of being without it would do that to you, he supposes.

His amazement is cut short the moment he steps in the water as he’s brought back to the memories of his brother nearly drowning him in a bath, holding his head down until he blacks out, only to pull nebu back out again with a twisted smile on his face. “No, no, no, please!-” he screams and grabs onto your arm, refusing to let go in terror. The fear is disabling to him, and it cannot stop until he’s lifted out without even being washed, body trembling as you wrap his frail body in a towel, leading him back to bed as you grab a change of clothing, helping him into it.

“You’re alright, see?” You offer him a gentle smile, grabbing a hair brush and showing it to Nebu. “I’m just going to get the knots out, okay? I won’t hurt you.” You tell him, to which he nods, still shaking as you brush his hair. By god, is it hard for Nebu to keep himself from screaming while you brush all the knots out, his brain making him think his hair is being yanked again. But he keeps himself still, taking all of his energy, and many tears, to get through it. “Do you.. want to see yourself?” You ask, watching the blonde nod quickly as you hand him a mirror.

“..that’s.. me?” Nebu asks, hands running across his cheeks as he stares at his own appearance. He looked pathetic, like one of the poor he’d insult prior to this all.. but now, to see himself again after so long.. to be in control, he can only smile as tears drop down his cheeks. This time not in terror, but in happiness. “That’s me!” He shouts, looking over at you as he shakes in excitement, though quickly calming down, having nowhere near enough energy to keep this up.

….

And as weeks go by, he finds himself slowly taking control back, bit by bit. But he’s still terrified at the aspect of bathing, freezing up and having to be taken out every time. But today, he is determined to try once more, looking up at you as he eats breakfast. “(Name)..?” He asks, to which you look up at him, a questioning look on your face, though not responding due to your mouth being full of food. “Can we try bathing again, please?” He asks as you swallow, offering him a smile. “Of course, I’ll help you though it.”

He feels excitement until the moment he steps in, his heart clenching in fear as he forces himself to sit down, keeping a tight grip on your hand. “You alright?” You ask him, to which he nods quickly. “Go ahead, don’t let me rethink it..” he whispers, whimpering at the sensation of the soap on his body. Tears run down his face the entire time, holding onto you as he cries, a scream or two coming out. But every time you stop, he shakes his head, looking up at you with big eyes. “No, please, keep going, I want to take my life back.”

He’s never felt more proud of himself when he steps out of the bath fully cleaned for the first time in years, hugging you tight and sobbing into your shoulder once more, but this time, it’s in happiness. If only Helel could see him now, he thinks, knowing that it would anger his brother so much to see him alive and well today. But for now, all he can do is express his gratitude to you, hugging you tight as you stroke his hair, feeling whole once again.

#idv fandom #idv fanfic #idv headcanons #idv imagines #idv x reader #idv scenarios #idv matchup #idv ithaqua #idv night watch #identity v ithaqua #ithaqua idv #ithaqua x reader #night watch idv #night watch #nathaniel norwell #idv

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jewbeloved · 1 year

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Heya there! I wanted to request how would Stan, Kenny, Kyle, Craig and Clyde (sepparetly) react to finding out their mom friend (Who happens to be 2 years older than them and who always listens to them of they have to vent, cares about them, comforts them and tries to help them with their problems) has depresion and tries to commit suicide, catching her in the act, and then she just cries her eyes out trying to explain that she is "screwed" up and that she "doesnt deserves happines unlike him"

Stan, Kenny, Kyle, Craig, and Clyde with a suicidal mother like s/o❤️‍🩹💔💔😣😣

I'm a little on writer's block when it comes to $elf harm and suicidal moments, so I hope this still comes out enjoyable.

Warnings: $elf harm, angst, hurt/comfort

Gender: Female

💙 Stan Marsh 💤

You were such a great friend to Stan and his friends to the point they could trust you with almost anything.

But lately you've been acting quite strange, and Stan was worried about you.

He wondered if you needed space for a while so he gave you it, but then he could no longer ignore you when he hasn't seen you in a week.

He immediately made his way over to your house to go check on you only to find you in the act of trying to h@ng yourself with you standing on the chair.

You and Stan froze for a sec looking at each in shock before he immediately ran to stop you from killing yourself.

He then asks why would you try to do that, only for him to get an answer with cries flowing from your eyes.

"I can't take it anymore.....you and the others deserve more happiness than me..." You tried to get up and continue to h@ng yourself but Stan grabbed you by the waist and pulled you in for a hug.

"Don't say that (Name)....you equally also deserve happiness as much as us...If you die then.....then....then...!" Stan immediately cried out pulling you closer to him. He couldn't finish his sentence as he was still crying while clinging to you.

"You've....always been there for us so it's our turn to be there for you, especially me...."

Ever since that day, you never tried to kill yourself again...💙💙💙💙💙💙

💚 Kyle Broflovski 🎄

It wasn't hard for Kyle to tell that something was wrong with you.

You weren't your usual happy outgoing excited self anymore, you barely even talked to Kyle and his friends.

When he came to check on you, you weren't in your room. But he found your diary laying out on the floor in the middle of the rug.

He put your diary back where it was, but had a second thought of reading it.

Kyle knows that he shouldn't be reading someone else's diary because he would be violating their personal life and secrets.

But he really was worried about you and wanted to find out what has gotten into you lately so he opened your diary and skim through the pages until this one page caught his attention.

The page was filled with you talking badly about yourself, how you didn't deserve happiness whatsoever and that Kyle would be much happier without you in his life.

There was also a little picture of you planning on killing yourself by jumping into the water at stark's pond park.

Kyle immediately closed the diary and headed straight for the park.

And just as he expected, there you were, caught red-handed in the act of trying to jump into the water and drown yourself.

Kyle pulled you away from the edge before you could have a chance of falling in.

You opened your mouth to try and say something but Kyle cut you off as if he knows what you're about to say.

He pulled you into a hug as you stood there shocked for a sec before bursting into tears as you hugged Kyle back.

"It's okay (Name)...I'm here now..." 💚💚💚💚

🧡 Kenny Mccormick 🥪

Instead of hiding it directly, you came to Kenny about it and here's how he reacts.

He would be very concerned and worried about you! Somebody like you that doesn't deserve happiness? You have no business to be telling yourself those lies! Of course you do deserve happiness.

And Kenny is going to make sure you get that particular happiness, just like when you gave it to him when you first came into his life.

When he first saw you hurting yourself with a razor in your hand, he immediately panicked and had no idea what to do afterwards!

Why would you cut up your skin like that??? He searched through the cabinets to find your medkit to heal the wounds you made on your skin.

From then on he would pay close attention to you to make sure you're feeling alright and not sad or gloomy. He's gonna do everything in his power to make you happy again.

He cares about you and that will never change, he doesn't give 2 shits if anyone says otherwise🧡🧡

💙 Craig Tucker 🏎️

Craig always feel very awkward when it comes to comforting somebody, but he always tries his best to do so and his comforting always succeeds everytime.

He will step up his game when he finds you in the act of trying to kill yourself when tears are falling into the floor near your shoes.

He's gonna drop his usual blank expression off to show you how really worried he is for you, but you can read Craig like a book, you didn't need for him to change his expression to show you what he wants or how he's feeling.

If you're taller than him, he doesn't care. He will hug you tight in his embrace while reassuring you that everything is going to be okay.

If you want to watch Red racer with him to make you feel better, he will instantly go and put it on so you both can watch it together.

Similar to Kenny, he isn't leaving your side until you're feeling happy again or at least you're not shedding a hint of sadness or any sort.

He ain't gonna let you sit there and say you don't deserve happiness because he's gonna cut you off before you could finish that lying sentence. You DO deserve happiness in his eyes, everyone else can go screw themselves.💙💙💙💛💛💛

❤️ Clyde Donovan 😭

Poor baby has no idea what to do or say when he catches you crying while harming yourself, he's scared and confused.

He would probably approach you slowly without triggering you or anything at all.

Definitely would ask his friends on how he's supposed to comfort you afterwards because he doesn't know how to.

He may not be good at comforting, but that isn't gonna stop him from telling you how you equally deserve happiness like everyone else.

He never even thought you would ever have that idea of telling yourself that when you always look so happy and full of life when he first met you.

And now he's seeing his s/o being sad, gloomy and telling themselves that they don't deserve happiness. He honestly wouldn't mind kicking the ass of somebody who broke you down to this way If they ever did.

He would be extra clingy towards you, hopefully you wouldn't mind him always checking up on you every single minute because to him, it sounds like you really need more comforting than anybody else at the moment. ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

2023 is almost here....Hope it won't be as shitty as this year.

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rustys-lodge · 1 year

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Right now, I’d rather baby you than watch you die.

Prompt by : @pietromaximoffluvr

"stop babying me, I can take care of myself"

A/N : Hello, peeps. Please leave a comment if you can, it’s very helpful ❤❤❤

Warnings : Mentions of ED behaviour and kind of forced feeding. Please do not read if this might hurt you. Mentions of medical procedures.

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Car honks drowned as you entered the deserted road leading to the lovely mobile home that you shared with Frank.

You limped the whole way there, stopping to sit down on some junk just a few steps away from the door.

You weren't the type to give up, even less with people around, but your foot stung with every little move you made. It felt like lightening traveled from your foot all the way to the rest of your body. It stung enough for tears to build up and threaten to fall from your eyes.

So you just sat down. You just sat down and breathed the tears back in. You'd rather get punched repeatedly in the pussy than to have Frank see you cry. The punisher, defeating death on more occasions than the normal human would. And you, crying over a little bloody wound....bloody wound.

You shook your head at your own thoughts right when Frank spoke.

“Are you gonna sit there all night ?”

You shot your head to the side. “Yeah.” You unjokingly joked. “I’m going to sleep here, even.” You raised your voice, murmuring a painful “Why do you care.” right after that.

“Did you say something ?” The punisher’s voice drew closer and so did his steps. Looks like it wasn’t that much of a murmur after all. “I asked. did. you. say. something.” Like stressing the words would make you tallk ??

You quieted for a second, shrinking into yourself when his eyes grew angrier. “No, i didn’t say anything.” You sighed.

Stressing the words will, in fact, make you talk.

“Come on”

Before you could even say anything, your body was lifted off the ground and a painful moan is unintentially piercing Frank's ear.

“I’ll do it myself.” You groaned through gritted teeth,even jerked your body agaist his grip but He ignored you nonetheless and carried you into the trailer.

Setting you down on the couch, Frank threw you a couple of glances that you only felt. You kept your gaze down on the floor, made sure not to voice your pain, nor to look at the man in your weakest moment. You’d thank him but you hated him right then.

“Do not move.” He commanded and....you could only obey.

“It’s not like i can fucking move.” You murmed, loud, again. And the man only responds with an annoyed glance and pursed lips.

You watched him as he rummaged through his black duffel bag, picking out things you couldn’t make out from afar. And as soon as he started walking towards you, you dropped your eyes to the floor, again.

Then a bottle of whiskey was set right before you, as well as bandages and few medical supplies and a chill ran up your spine. You weren’t ready for any of this. You were not fucking ready. But The man walked away

You wondered what other shit he was going to force you to do.

As if he heard your question, the punisher opened the fridge, pulling out a couple eggs, causing a long sigh to painfully out of you and a knot to quickly clogg your throat.

God fucking damn it, this cannot get worse.

“What are you doing, Frank.” Your voice low and tired, you brought both hands to your temples and started massaging them, going harder when you started hearing oil sizzling. Your temples hurt, badly.

“Cooking.” He said, emmiting a scuff out of you.

“Cook ? Are you trying to get rid of me, Frank ? If you want to kill me at least do it like a man.” You joked. Frank ? cooking ?

“Funny.” Frank did not laugh, instead he turned the heat off, tossed whatever...poison he made in a plate and came to you. He kneeled down on the ground, pulled the little table closer towards you and very carefully pulled your leg up, but you pulled away, wincing and shrieking from the sudden pain you did not expect. It hurt.

The simmering anger you had in you finally seethed and you huffed. “Stop babying me, i can take care of myself.” You leaned back into the couch, agonizlingly ignoring that pain in your leg. “I can take care of myself.” You said again, almost as if you were trying to convince your own self.

Frank only sighed in response, it sounded more like a huff than a sigh, but you weren’t really in a state to care. You would do whatever you needed to get this man away. But he didn’t. Instead, he gripped your leg harder, his touch was still as gentle, it was just stern...like he wouldn’t let go if you tried to pull away from him, and it would only hurt you. He was telling you that he was in charge.

“Right now, I would rather baby you than watch you die, kid.”

In charge, but gently.

You couldn’t hold your tears in much longer. They weighed down on your eyes, just like the pain from al that’s been happening weighed down on your shoulders. “Eat.” He commanded but you weren’t going to obey this time...Even though your stomach rumbled at the sight of freshly cooked egss and meat.

But you weren’t going to stop fighting so easily, so you crossed your arms over your chest, defyingly shaking your head at his command. “No.”

“Kid.”

Your body shivered as anger washed over Frank’s face, causing you to slightly shifted in your seat.

“I’m not stupid, i see how you avoid every meal, how you suddenly Have something to do” He mimicked you. “But right now, if you do not eat, the moment i put alcohol on your leg, you will faint. And if you do faint.” The man’s voice rose higher. -so did your anxiety- “So help me g-”

“Okay.” You muttered, cutting him right off. You hadn’t eaten in two days, anyways. Too busy trying not to die...

Keepig your face away from him, you lean down to pick up the plate, eyes carefully watching the man before you. He watched you back, eyes menacing but comprehensive. But you couldn’t eat while he was staring, so you just aimlessly pushed your fork around the plate.

“KID”

You flinch at the yell, startled. What the fuck is wrong with him ?

“I can’t eat while you’re fucking staring into my fucking soul, Frank.” You yell back....a bit less loud, as you were afraid he’d fucking shoot you. Your eyes wide and aware, you cocked your head to the side, waiting for an answer but he just looked down. Poor man was done with you.

“If you do not finish that plate in the next 5 minutes, Y/n, i will shove that food down your throat myself.”

You shivered, again. You’ve heard that tone before, low, menacing. You knew, if he used that tone that whatever he said he meant. You’ve seen it in fights. And so you obeyed as tears streamed down your face. You obeyed because you knew he’d shove that food down your throat.

“Good girl.” Your, now, oppressor encouraged, voice still low but a bit less dangerous.

As soon as you finished, He started cleaning your wound, first pouring alcohol on it to clean it and then wrapping it in bandages.

He had to shush you a few times, rub reassurance on your leg and even "attagirl" you in the most unauthetically encouraging voice you've ever heard.

You saw him reach up for your cheek a few times before he quickly drew his arm away, hesitance getting the better of him. You even noticed his lips moving to soothe you before he closed them again. If only he could,

After finishing up, the punisher pulled you up into his arms again. You wrapped your arms around his neck. You weren’t trying to get away from him this time. You were too tired...So you just rested your head on his shoulder and let him lead the way.

Frank set you down on the bed, pulling the covers from under you to place them over you. He looked you in the eyes...affectionate and warm. “Feel better, kid.” He smiled and turned on his heels before you could respond.

I guess it’s too soon.

Too soon. But it didn’t matter to you. Frank will forever be the closest thing you’ll ever have to a father.

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Hello, peeps, i hope you enjoy this one. ❤❤❤🌹🌹🌹

#frank castle #the punisher #frank castle x daughter #frank castle x daughter!reader #Father x daughter!reader #daughter!reader

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kakuryuminn · 1 year

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I want to ask so badly for an aftermath of you killed me, in this place but I'd be content with an explanation of Lucifer's thoughts finding out Mammon died. I really hate him with a passion in this story. Like why would he think Mammon would survive in such a harsh place 😭 They even cut out his tongue. And his audacity to say he'll treat him better. I wish Mammon could've let him know his thoughts and hatred towards him. Like maybe somehow Lucifer got to see into Mammon's memories ajdjwkkdd. I love your work. I'm a big Yuki Mura simp 😂

I WAS THE ONE TO BLAME

Tw: Gore, self blame. This story can have disturbing topics.

Hello! And sure, that sounds like an interesting idea! I'll try to write.it exactly how you requested it to, but I'm apologizing in advance if anything changes!

Thank you for loving my work, and I love you all!

The house of lamentation was quiet. No sound was evident inside the house. No talking loudly, no things getting destroyed every second, no chaos.

There was no chaos.

Because the demons that lives in this house are in their rooms, drowning with their tears.

But except for one.

Except for the very demon that made this happen.

Except for lucifer.

The avatar of pride— the eldest of the seven six demon brothers. The demon with such beauty. The once angel that was gods favourite. The lucifer who was mammon's older brother.

...

Lucifer was laying on his bed, on his demon form. Wings spread out in the mattress. His arm was covering his eyes, as the other hand stayed limp beside him.

"I do not...have the rights to cry." Lucifer mumbled, his words shaky as he tried his best to blink away his tears. He turned to his side, still covering his face the best he could.

He never once thought he would kill another sibling.

That he would make one of his siblings suffer all alone again, painfully enduring it all when it was lucifers fault.

He never thought...that it was mammon he was going to lose.

Lucifers breath hitched, as he remembered what diavolo told to all of them. He remembered how his brothers widen their eyes in disbelief, and turned to him. Wishing it was all a joke.

He remembered it so clearly, the lifeless body of mammon. Laying in the mattress, covered with a blanket. He remembered the way his blood went cold, after seeing mammon.

He remembered it all.

And most of all, he remembered barbatos words.

"Mammon died due to extreme internal and external injuries. Even if we came a little sooner, he wouldn't make it." Barbatos spoke with sadness, telling lucifer and his brothers the horrific news. "We...found some of his body parts scattered around the cell. And..." Barbatos hesitated with his words. "We found multiple curse seals inside his body."

Lucifer wants to scream when he heard all of that. He wanted to destroy everything around him when he heard the horror mammon went through.

"I was at fault..."

Lucifer couldnt stop his tears anymore.

They flowed down his cheeks uncontrollably, as his head throbbed painfully.

"Im sorry, im sorry..." He sobbed, not caring about his pride. "My baby brother, my poor brother..."

If he weren't such a fool, mammon would still be here.

If he just let the incident slide, mammon would still be here.

"You stole again from the demon lords castle?!" Lucifer yelled at his brother who was shaking in the corner, with fearful eyes and tears. "When will you learn?!"

Silence engulfed the room, as his words from before echoed in his ears.

"Maybe if i sent you to a place where you will be severely punished, you will be disciplined."

"I was wrong! I was wrong, mammon-!"

Lucifer choked out the words, screaming and thrashing in his bed.

He felt his heart broke into a million pieces, thinking of just how much mammon hates him. The brother he promised to protect, the very first brother he had, he was gone.

Gone and he will never come back.

"Lucifer! Lucifer i was wrong about stealing! Please, dont sent me there—" Mammon pleaded to his brother, crying on his knees as he tried to convince lucifer not to send him in 'that' place. "Please...Im scared."

If he had known much- if he had thought about it carefully, it wouldnt be like this.

If only he chose to punish mammon the same way and not like this, if only he payed more attention to him and loved him openly- none of this would've happened.

He doesn't deserve mammon.

He could never deserve that sweet and loving brother.

Oh,

If only he could go back in time...

He would love him openly, and never let him go.

He would,

He would.

"Father, if you are hearing me right now..." Lucifer said, his hands trembling as he clasped his hands together, closing his eyes like he used to.

"Please grant this sinful son one last wish." He breathed heavily, feeling the pain in his heart growing. "Make mammon hate me to the fullest, and create a new life for him."

"A life without a brother like me. A life where there is no lucifer."

#Boutta fail my exams just like how lucifer failed mammon #Mammon #sad mammon #mammon #mammon angst #obey me shall we date #obey me #obey me angst #obey me mammon #lucifer #lucifer angst #mammon and lucifer #fuck this shit im out

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Little Tin Man

Post Lies of P

SFW, slight angst, spoilers

Oh, little tin man the sun has risen

It’s a beautiful day to enjoy the rain

The soft melody of pitter and patters

The symphony has only just begun

Rain. It reminds me of the of first night I arrived at the Hotel Krat. Only back then I didn’t mind it as much as I do now. I couldn’t feel the cold biting at my skin or the way my clothes and hair would cling onto it. I was so unaware and ignorant of everything. Even now I feel the softness beneath the tips of my fingers. The soft rumbling and warmth seeping out of a resting Spring on my lap. There’s so many things I didn’t notice before and now I can’t help but be conscious of all of these sensations. It’s all so overwhelming and confusing that my gears can’t help but stutter. I can feel the weight of my gear sinking me down, the softness of my clothes, every little hair that tickles my face, and every hit I take. Yet, it doesn’t stop there. I can feel such strong palpitations of joy when I see Eugénie or Spring. The grinding of my gears when I feel agitation from Gemini’s badly timed comments. It aches so much every time I think of everything that’s happened. Even now I feel like my body is being weighed down by an invisible force.

Oh, little tin man has come to dance

Splashing and jumping in the puddles

Unknowing of the dangers that comes with rain

Blinded by his own performance

I’ve lost so much and I can’t help but linger in my Father’s office. Staring out the window as I sit in his chair. What is he to me now? A father? A creator? A memory? Or a liar? Thinking about it now makes the world seem to move slowly. The sounds of the rain seem to blend in to the background the more I think. I turn the chair around and stare at the portrait in the corner. It’s kind of bitter now how I seem to mirror the face of young Carlo. I can’t help but let out a soft sigh as I sink into the chair more. Carlo…. My hand instinctively moves to my chest where my P organ pulses. The memories seen on the beach replays in my mind. All so familiar but so unfamiliar to me and it leaves my gears more restless than usual. These are not my own memories…. They’re not mine. I didn’t walk his steps, cry his tears, live every laugh, and yet, I am told they’re mine. But I know they belong to him, the one on the wall, the boy who I now wear his face, the one everyone wants back. Yet, here I am to disappoint all of them.

Oh, little tin man your time is here

The rain was never your friend

By now it’s too late to turn back

Feel the rust petrify your gears

Romeo was not my friend, he was his. My friends are here at the hotel. The ones I made and got to live those intimate moments to call my own. Yet, the ergo in my veins pulls me in directions that aren’t my own choice. Maybe deep down I wanted this. To free myself from all ties to him. But I want to tear my chest out and finally quiet down everything. It drives me insane now that I’m so conscious of everything. Knowing that the boy on the wall is what he wanted all along. Spending all of these days and evenings staring at that miserable face. He did everything for him, I was never supposed to make it this far. I was never on his mind as anything more than a puppet. I’ve killed and traveled through hell for something that never existed. Oh, how foolish and naive was I? Yet, even now I feel myself and the ergo in my veins cry for that man. I can’t even tell if this is my own will or not. I don’t even know what I can say was myself.

Oh, little tin man you’re going to drown

The crimson rust spreading inside

Hollowing out your chest

Little tin man, where is your heart now?

A crash of thunder shakes me out of my thoughts. Spring no longer on my lap and the fire in the fireplace had long died out. My eyes meet with those on the wall once more and only one thought ran across my mind.

Oh, little tin man frozen in time

If you could reverse the clock

Would you do it all again?

Oh, little tin man

“I wish my heart was my own.”

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I’m back, baby, freed from school! Looking forward to writing more.

#lies of p #lies of p pinocchio #pinocchio #p #neowiz #lies of p carlo #lies of p fanfic #lies of p headcanons #lop #lop fanfic #slight angst #post lop

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mischievoushiddleston · 1 year

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Meet You At The Beach

Warning. BLACK PANTHER: WAKANDA FOREVER SPOILERS

Pairing: Namor/Reader

Warnings: Smut

Masterlist here!

Y/N sat on the beach staring at the seashell in her hands, remembering his words that it could be used to call him. The shell belonged to Shuri, but it wasn't as if she missed it. Y/N couldn't explain it, but the last few weeks she couldn't get him out of her mind and her body longed for him. Just now she could already feel herself getting wet from the thought of him, making her moan softly as she pressed her legs together and closed her eyes. He had saved her when she almost drowned in the water that flooded Wakanda. Why, she couldn't say, but she began to see him differently after that. Shuri said that he hated the surface world, but then why did he save one of its inhabitants? Of course he was a reason why the Queen of Wakanda died, but he hadn't killed her himself, just thrown the depth charges that flooded the throne room. He hadn't expected Y/N, since he hadn't seen her until that point, but she had passed out and he pulled her out while Ramonda sacrificed herself for Riri. Of course she hadn't seen it, but she knew she was in the water while she was still conscious. She knew Shuri would hate her for the things she thought, felt, and even wanted; Shuri was her best friend. But she wanted him so badly and that desire was driving her crazy.

She had the chance to call him, but she was still afraid. Just like she had been for days. He was still a dangerous man and she didn't want to provoke him. Y/N had already been on a beach for almost an hour, where she was sure no one would come, staring alternately at the shell and the sea. She lay down and closed her eyes as she thought of him and let her hands roam down to the waistband of her pants.

Y/N let her hand wander underneath and into her panties before stroking her fingers over her pussy and moaning softly. "Namor..."

She bit her lip before continuing and thrusting her two fingers inside her. Y/N arched her back as she thrust them in and out of her, rubbing her clit with her thumb. "Namor..." she moaned again and louder this time as she curled her fingers against her G-spot.

She was completely immersed in her pleasure and didn't get the sound of the water, the waves rolling louder on the beach as she imagined Namor taking her. "Namor...Oh God..." she moaned as she tightened around her fingers and cum. Y/N breathed heavily and pulled her fingers out before opening her eyes and being startled. Namor was standing in front of her, brushing his damp hair out of his face as he looked at her. Had he overheard her moaning his name? God...how long had he been standing there? "I...Why are you here?" she asked in a trembling voice as he stepped towards her and she cringed back.

"You called me..." he said and she took a deep breath as she heard his voice. Y/N looked startled to the shell that had been lying beside her.

"No..." she said and he frowned, "I mean yes, but it wasn't intentional...I'm sorry..."

Namor walked over to the shell and squatted down as he took it. "It belongs to the princess...Why do you have it?"

She looked away from him as she heard his question. "I took it..."

"Why?"

"I don't know...I wanted to thank you for saving me, but I didn't have the courage to do it..." she said softly, looking at him.

"But you were able to moan my name while you were pleasuring yourself..." he said, looking into her eyes. She looked away and he put a finger under her chin, "If you're going to thank me, do it right..."

She closed her eyes as she felt his touch. "Thank you for saving my life, Namor..." she said.

"Am I your enemy?" he asked her and she opened her eyes before carefully shaking her head. "Then thank me properly..."

Y/N swallowed as his finger stroked her lip. "Thank you, K'uk'ulkan..."

"You know what I want for saving you?" he asked, glancing at her lips.

"Huh?" she hummed.

"I want to hear your moans again..." he said, and she gasped slightly, "Do what you did before..." -Cautiously she lay back and let her hand trail down again, but he grabbed her wrist-"I want you to be naked..."

"What if someone sees?" she asked softly, however he only smiled.

"We know you didn't pick this place for nothing..." he said, "Get undressed..."

She bit her lip before pulling her shirt over her head and then reaching for the waistband of her pants, lifting her butt before pulling them down. Y/N didn't meet his gaze as she undid her bra and pulled it off her body. Then she lay down and pulled her panties down as well. Now she lay completely naked in front of Namor and took a deep breath. "Touch yourself..." he commanded, making her moan softly. However, she did as he asked and stroked her hands down her body over her breasts to between her thighs and stroked her pussy. She moaned as she continued to stroke herself.

"Namor...K'uk'ulkan..." she moaned as she pressed her fingertips inside her, but he then grabbed her wrist and stopped her. Y/N glared at him as he brought her fingers up to his lips and licked them.

"I know I wanted you to touch yourself, but I've changed my mind...I want to feel my cock deep inside you..." said Namor and she gasped loudly, "Is that what you want?"

She nodded. "Please, K'uk'ulkan..." she said softly, spreading her legs for him. Namor slid between them and she watched as he undid the vibranium belt and then slid his pants down. She moaned when she saw his cock and how he reached for it. He looked at Y/N and took hold of his hand and pumped it a few times, but let go. Namor grabbed her thighs and pulled her further towards him, but lifted one leg up and put it over his shoulder. He reached for his cock again and rubbed the tip against the entrance of her pussy.

In one quick thrust, he pushed deep inside her, making her moan loudly at the sudden intrusion. He felt incredible inside her and she squeezed her walls around him tighter, making him moan as well. Namor grabbed her hips and started to pull out to the tip before pushing back hard and deep and starting to fuck her fast.

Y/N couldn't believe she was doing this with him and also on a beach where they could be caught at any time. But she wanted this too, so bad. "Namor!" she moaned, reaching for him. He let her leg slide off his shoulder and lay over her, kissing her passionately. She clawed at his shoulder as he thrust into her hard and fast. One hand moved to her breast and rolled her nipple between his fingers, while his other hand moved to her clit and began rubbing it at the pace of his thrusts.

She scraped her fingernails firmly over his shoulder, leaving marks as he continued to thrust into her. Y/N could feel her orgasm building inside her and then she suddenly cumming around him. Namor didn't stop though and continued to thrust into her until he pulled out of her for a moment and turned her onto her hands and knees. He thrust back into her and wrapped an arm around her as he quickly thrust into her pussy and rubbed her clit with his other hand. It wasn't long before she cumming again, moaning his name loudly. This time he thrust deep inside her, filling her with his cum. They both gasped and breathed heavily and after a few minutes he slid out of her and she turned to face him. Y/N kissed him and stroked through his hair.

"Come back here tomorrow," he said and she hummed, when she opened her eyes again he was gone. She smiled and got dressed while thinking about Namor....

#namor #shuri x namor #namor x shuri #namor one shot #namor smut #tenoch huerta namor #tenoch huerta smut #tenoch huerta one shot #tenoch huerta #black panther wakanda forever spoilers #black panther wakanda forever

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