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elexaria · 3 months

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dating simon riley wasn’t always easy. “i’m a bloody nutcase, eh?” he’d joke when he’d wake up in a cold sweat, taking deep breaths as his calloused thumb rasps against the soft cotton bedsheets, grounding him back to reality. “puts all my efforts to shame when i wake up like this. fuck’s sake.”

therapy is mandatory, especially given his role as lieutenant. the traumas of childhood, the torture. he thinks he’s good at dealing with his problems, thinks therapy is a waste of time. “what, it’s just a bloke sat there starin’ at me? hell, get me a piece of paper with some made up degree on it and even i could be a therapist.” he grumbles after you point out that, in fact, he’s not as good as coping with his trauma as he thinks he is.

“you need to actually give this a go, si. it’s..” you pause, biting the inside of your lip as you make breakfast. his hair is disheveled, wry strands of grey sticking up against the grain. his dark circles only exemplify just how tired he is, especially when he has his night terrors. you shake your head, sighing as you crack another egg into the frying pan. “how can i expect you to stay safe out there when you’re barely able to look after yourself when you’re home?” you sigh out as he grunts, taking a seat at the small dining table, his eyes skimming through the morning paper.

god, he’s such a stubborn bastard. it takes months to get him to at least consider finding a new therapist, to get him to actually care about his mental health. christ, if he can’t do it for himself, can’t he at least try for your sake?

and then, it’s like he has a lightbulb moment. you come home after a long day at work, only to find him sat at the dining table, writing scruffy notes in a ring bound notebook. “mission notes?” you ask curiously, keeping your eye on him as you make yourself a cup of tea. he grunts, shaking his head as he continues to write.

“it’s a diary. supposed to help with your mental health or summet.” he replies, settling his pen down to meet your gaze. you must have had a look of confusion on your face, and it makes the corners of his lips twitch up into a half-smile. “yeah, i know. a bloke like me with a diary, like i’m a bloody teenage girl.” he quips, now grinning as his fingers toy with the corners of the notebook. “writin’ about all the boys i fancy on the field.” he shoots a wink, before continuing to write some more in his notebook.

it’s actually surprising, a smile on your lips as you watch him in his own little world, actually making an effort in his mental health recovery. you come over, settling a warm cup of tea by him before pressing a gentle kiss to the crown of his head, still smiling as you make your way upstairs to give him some privacy. he comes upstairs after half an hour, chucking the diary into his bedside table drawer before sprawling out onto the bed obnoxiously with a deafening groan. you whine and complain when he purposely stretches on you, gently crushing you with his bolder-esque shoulders with a massive grin on his face.

there were still bad days, though. days where he’d hide himself in the garage to work on some of his projects. but you’re both trying, he feels his heart break when you gently knock on the door, holding a plate of snacks and a cup of tea for him, and fuck, it makes his bad day slightly better.

that evening, he curls up besides you silently on the couch, his journal and pen in hand as he clears his throat. you curiously peer down as he begins to flick through the pages of chicken scratch, gently tapping the page as he looks up at you. he clears his throat, and begins to read out the sweetest paragraph, one that makes your eyes well up with tears.

“no idea where i would be without you, love. you make the darkest days of my life brighter than ever. you make life worth it.” he ends his speech , the timbre of his voice cracking with emotion as he looks at you. and right there, you know that through all the trials and tribulations you two will go through, you’re the love of simon riley’s life and he would never let you forget that.

#elexaria writes #cod x reader #simon riley x reader #simon riley #simon ghost x reader #simon ghost riley

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pucksandpower · 5 months

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Hey Natalia, hope you’re doing good ❤️ Please could I request enemies to lovers with Max. You’re constantly at each other’s throats in front of everyone and Christian has had enough of your shit and demands to see you in the office. But when you continue to fight, he’s like nah I don’t wanna be involved, sort your shit out together and leaves. And you end up fucking on his desk and after you’re suddenly super friendly around eachother. Thank you lovely! xxx

Whiplash

Max Verstappen x Red Bull driver!Reader

Summary: You and Max discover that there is a thin line between lust and hate

Warnings: 18+ content

You storm into Christian’s office, scowling as Max follows right behind you. He slams the door shut and you both take a seat across from Christian, refusing to even look at each other.

“I’m sure you both know why I called you in here,” Christian says sternly. “The tension between you two has gone too far. It’s affecting the team and we can’t have that.”

You scoff and cross your arms. “Why don’t you talk to him about it then? I’m not the problem here.”

Max scowls. “Oh please, don’t pretend like you’re so innocent. You’ve been nothing but hostile towards me since the start of the season.”

“Only because you did the same!” You retort. “I was nothing but nice when I first joined the team. You’re the one with the attitude problem.”

“Enough!” Christian shouts, silencing you both. “I don’t care who started it. I’m ending it. We’re in the middle of a championship fight and I need my drivers to work together, not against each other.”

You sink lower in your chair, still refusing to look at Max. The animosity radiates off of him in waves.

“Now you’re going to stay in here until you work this out,” Christian says firmly. “I don’t care if it takes all night. Fix this mess or both of your seats are on the line.”

He heads for the door and you spring up from your chair. “You can’t be serious!”

“Deadly,” Christian replies before shutting the door. You hear the lock click into place from the outside.

You jiggle the handle and pound on the door. “Let us out!”

No response.

He’s really done it, that bastard. Locked you in a room alone with your most hated rival.

You take a deep breath before turning around. Max sits there glaring at you, jaw clenched. “This is ridiculous,” he mutters.

“For once we agree on something,” you snap.

His glare hardens. “Don’t pretend you’re blameless. You’ve been nasty since you got here.”

You storm over to him. “Because you decided to hate me from day one! I tried to be nice but you were so damn hostile. What’s your problem with me anyway?”

Max stands up abruptly, getting in your face. “My problem is you waltzing in here like you own the place when I’m the number one driver.”

You shove him in the chest. “Get over yourself! I earned my spot here.”

He shoves you back. “You don’t deserve to be here.”

Your blood boils as you stare him down. God he’s infuriating. And stubborn as hell. You doubt you’ll ever get him to admit any fault in this situation.

“Well I’m not going anywhere so I guess you’ll just have to get used to it,” you snap.

Max steps even closer, eyes blazing. Your noses nearly touch from how close he stands. “Is that so?” His voice comes out low, almost husky.

A shiver runs down your spine but you keep glaring at him. “Yeah, that’s so.”

You expect him to shoot back some nasty retort. Instead his eyes flick down to your lips for just a moment before meeting your heated gaze again.

Suddenly the energy shifts between you. The anger and tension remains but it transforms into something more primal. More dangerous.

Your breaths come heavier as electricity crackles in the nonexistent space left between you. Max’s pupils are blown wide, his chest rising and falling as rapidly as your own.

“I ...” Your voice comes out hoarse. “We should ...”

But neither of you make any move to step away. Without thinking your tongue darts out to wet your dry lips. Max tracks the movement with his intense stare.

“Fuck it,” he growls before crashing his mouth onto yours.

You gasp into the kiss and he takes advantage, deepening it. His hands grasp your hips roughly as he walks you backwards until your back hits the wall.

You barely process what’s happening. One second you were at each other’s throats, the next his body is pressing urgently against yours.

A moan escapes you when his lips move to your neck. He nips at the sensitive skin there and you thread your fingers into his hair.

“This is insane,” you pant out even as you tug him closer.

“I know,” Max breathes against your neck. His hands skim up your sides, pushing up your shirt. “I hate you.”

“I hate you more.” You crash your lips together again, tasting blood when you nip at him.

Max groans into your mouth as your tongues slide together. He hitches one of your legs around his hip, grinding against you.

You break the kiss to tip your head back, moaning at the feeling. Fuck, you despise this man, but right now you need him more than anything.

His hips keep up that delicious friction as he mouths at your collarbone. “I’m still going to beat you,” he rasps out.

You smirk, nails digging into his shoulders. “In your dreams.”

Max’s eyes darken at your taunt. Without warning, he grips your thighs and lifts you onto Christian’s desk. You gasp as he pushes between your legs, his growing arousal obvious.

“Careful what you wish for,” he murmurs before crushing his mouth to yours once more.

You moan into the frenzied kiss, tongues tangling as you tug at his hair. His hands slide up your thighs, fumbling with the button of your jeans to push them down around your ankles. You wrap your legs around him, pulling him against your heated core.

Even through the layers of clothing you can feel how hard he is. You rock your hips, desperate for more friction. Max groans and moves his lips to your neck, nipping down to your collarbone.

Your head tips back as his fingers dance up your sides, thumbs brushing the undersides of your breasts. “God, I hate you so much,” you moan.

“I know.” His voice comes out rough, filled with lust.

Impatient, you reach for the hem of his shirt and pull it over his head, tossing it aside. Your eyes rake over his muscular chest and arms. Unable to resist, you lean in and scrape your teeth over his nipple.

Max hisses in a breath, hands clenching on your hips. “Fuck ...”

You grin, laving your tongue over the sensitive nub as your fingers move to his belt buckle. With shaky hands you get it open and reach into his boxers, fingers wrapping around his thick length.

He shudders against you. “Shit, Y/N ...”

You stroke him firmly, reveling in the moans and curses falling from his lips. His own hands move under your shirt, palming your breasts through your bra.

It’s not enough. You strip off your shirt and reach back to unclasp your bra. Max wastes no time dipping his head to capture one of your nipples between his lips.

“Oh god ...” you gasp, back arching into him. His teeth and tongue work over your sensitive peaks until you’re writhing beneath him.

The sound of voices outside the door makes you both freeze. Fuck. The race weekend is still going on around you. Anyone could walk by and hear what’s happening.

You meet Max’s heated gaze. “We should stop,” you pant out half-heartedly.

His eyes blaze with defiance and lust. “No fucking way.”

Before you can react he drops to his knees, grasping your hips to pull you towards the edge of the desk.

Max tugs strongly on your lacy underwear until it gives way at the seams, baring you to him. He pauses to appreciate the view, eyes roaming hungrily over your glistening folds.

“I’m still going to beat you tomorrow,” he rasps.

You tug on his hair impatiently. “Just get on with it before we get caught.”

With a wicked grin he dives in, mouth latching onto your throbbing clit. You cry out, quickly slapping a hand over your own mouth.

You fumble with his belt, desperate to feel him. Max groans as you wrap your hand around his length.

“Fuck, just like that,” he groans against your skin, increasing the rhythm of his tongue in response. The desk rocks dangerously beneath you but neither of you slow your ministrations.

You whimper his name, pleasure building steadily under his expert touch. The fingers of one hand twist in his hair while you keep your other hand moving up and down in measured strokes as you near the edge.

“Look at me,” Max commands raggedly. You open your eyes to meet his wild gaze. The connection between you crackles.

“Max ...” you gasp as your climax crashes over you. You slap a hand over your lips, muffling your cries.

As you float back down, Max withdraws his mouth. You keen at the loss but then he’s lining himself up at your entrance. Gripping your hip tightly, he pushes inside in one smooth motion.

You cling to his shoulders, nails digging in as you adjust around him. Max trembles with restraint, giving you a moment before he starts to move.

Then he sets a relentless pace, the desk slamming against the wall with each powerful snap of his hips. You wrap your legs around him, spurring him even deeper.

Max pounds into you relentlessly, wrenching desperate moans from your lips. You’re vaguely aware of picture frames and papers tumbling to the floor around you but the chaos only adds to the thrill.

You’re close, the pressure building deep inside. With a few more well-angled thrusts you topple over the edge, coming hard around him. Your breasts bounce as your back arches sharply off the desk.

“There you go, princess,” Max rasps. He continues driving into your spasming center until his rhythm turns choppy and erratic.

“Fuck, I’m close,” Max grits out. You clench around him, greedy for his release. His hips stutter and then he spills inside you with a guttural groan. The sensation pushes you over the edge again, your vision whiting out from the intensity.

Breathing raggedly, Max collapses on top of you, pinning you to the desk. You’re both slick with sweat and utterly spent, your heart rates slowly returning to normal. You run your fingers through his damp waves soothingly.

The room is silent save for your heavy breathing. As the haze of lust clears, the ramifications of what just happened settle over you.

You just slept with your sworn rival on your team principal’s desk.

After a long moment Max pulls out of you and steps back, tucking himself away. On shaky legs you slide off the desk, stumbling slightly as you find your feet, and rush to put on your clothes.

Max grabs his shirt off the floor and shrugs back into it. His hair is mussed wildly and his lips are kiss-swollen. You’re sure you look much the same.

You and Max spring apart at the sound of the lock clicking open. Christian strides back into his office, oblivious to the disheveled state that both of his drivers are in.

“Well, have you two worked out your differences?” He looks between you expectantly.

You smooth down your rumpled shirt and attempt to tuck your wild hair back into place. Your cheeks flame as you meet Christian’s gaze.

“I think we’ve come to an ... understanding,” Max says evenly, though you notice a hint of color in his cheeks as well.

Christian surveys his office, taking in the askew trophies and books scattered across the floor. You hold your breath, certain he’s going to put two and two together.

“It seems you had a disagreement about reorganizing my office during your chat,” Christian says wryly.

You nearly choke in surprise. Does he really not realize what just transpired on his desk? You chance a glance at Max and have to suppress a hysterical giggle at the disbelief on his face.

“I apologize for the mess, we got a bit ... heated,” you say, biting your lip to keep from laughing at the double meaning.

“Yes, clearly things escalated between you two.” Christian frowns at a photo of him and Dietrich Mateschitz now lying cracked on the floor. You resist the urge to shrink under his disappointed dad stare.

“However, the important thing is you’ve worked through this animosity once and for all, correct?” He looks between you expectantly.

You and Max nod in unison. “Water under the bridge,” Max assures him. You’re impressed by how steady he manages to keep his voice even as you can see the barely contained mirth dancing in his eyes.

“Excellent. I’ll inform the team that tensions are resolved and they can stop walking on eggshells around the both of you.” Christian claps his hands together, apparently satisfied. “Now get out of here and get ready for free practice.”

You and Max don’t need telling twice. As soon as the door shuts behind you, the laughter you’ve been holding in bubbles out.

“I can’t believe he actually bought that,” Max says between chuckles.

“We literally destroyed his office and he thinks we just had a minor spat,” you giggle, shaking your head incredulously.

Your laughter trails off as the reality of what happened sinks in. You just had crazy hot sex with Max Verstappen. Where do you go from here?

Before you can overthink it, Max presses a soft kiss to your lips. “Meet me at the hotel tonight? We should continue this conversation somewhere more private,” he murmurs suggestively.

You bite your lip but find yourself nodding. As complicated and ill-advised as this may be, you can��t find it in yourself to deny your attraction to Max now that you’ve given in to it.

“It’s a date,” you whisper back.

Max grins and steals another quick kiss before you part ways to get changed.

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a-small-writer-in-a-big-world · 5 months

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Last cbf soap thought (for now 😉)

Seeing each other dressed up for the first time. Maybe to a date, wedding, etc.

My thought is like in the movies when this is the first time the friends are seeing each other in a more than friends way 😍🥰 it generally sparks Jealousy, lust, and just kick starts the feels!!!

oh man yesss. Where they both realize "wait...i might be in love with my best friend."

Johnny doesn't knock when he enters your house. He's there so often he has a spare key so it's like he lives there anyway. You wouldn't know he was there if he hadn't called out to you because you were in the bathroom putting the finishing touches of your makeup on your face.

"Was thinking we could-what's going on?" His eyebrows knitted together as he takes in your face.

"I'm going on a date!" You beam at him but he doesn't smile back, in fact his face pulls into a scowl.

"A date?"

Jealousy immediately began to fester. A date? Like an actual date that might end up with a kiss on your lips that wasn't from him?

Your eyebrows knit together from his tone and you give him a look.

"Yeah? Matt asked me to dinner." You explained and his scowl grew worse.

"Matt?" He exclaimed. "He used to cheat off you in bio."

"I don't know what that has to do with anything."

It didn't have relevance but he was hoping that maybe it would deter you from the date. He was trying to come up with something bad about Matt to get you to not go on a date with him. What if you found out you really like him and then suddenly started dating him?

There was no way Johnny was going to stop being friends with you just because of Matt.

"He was dating one of The Mean Girls a couple months ago." He tried but you shrugged as you pushed past him to go to your room.

It was glaring red flag, he knew you knew that but for some reason you were being stubborn. Is he really going to be that much more fun that Johnny? He really doubted that...

"It's one date." You called out to him from behind your closed door as you got dressed. "And like a real date too."

Johnny huffed and crossed his arms. Were none of the outings you both had together enough? He could argue that they were dates...but you didn't see him like that and he wouldn't say that to you.

You opened the door and his face softened.

"How do I look?" You asked, hopeful for his answer but for a moment he couldn't think.

Fucking beautiful. Stunning. Like you deserve the world and everything good in it. There were no words to describe it other than the feeling of warmth.

Johnny was far too deep in love to answer you truthfully.

"If I said ugly would you stay?" He said seriously and you rolled your eyes.

"Seriously?"

"What if I wanted to hang out with you tonight?"

"We can after my date!"

Johnny went to protest but you began to push him down the stairs and towards the backdoor. He fought against you but you were adamant that he leave to the point that he almost felt a little hurt you were kicking him out of your house.

"Just go home! I'll text you when I get back and then we can do whatever you want." You told him, struggling to push him towards the door and scoffed.

"As if I'm gonna let him bring you back home. What if he asks to come inside?"

"John!"

"Fine!"

Johnny spent the next three hours sulking in his room at home. Between checking for your messages and ranting to himself about how stupid it was that you were going on a date with someone else, he was starting to worry why it was taking so long.

What the hell was going on?

"That's it." He huffed and called you, not caring if he would be interrupting your date.

"Hey..."

Oh no. He knew that tone. You've been crying.

"What happened?" He's already rushing to get back to your house as soon as possible.

"He didn't show."

Bastard. The next time Johnny sees him...it didn't matter. He just wanted to be with you right now and comfort you instead of think of the asshole who stood you up.

"I'll be there."

"Okay."

Before long Johnny was walking up to your bedroom. He knew where to find you, hidden underneath the covers of your bed clutching your bunny for comfort.

He didn't hesitate to lift the covers and crawl in with you. To anyone else this would look romantic but for you and Johnny this was just second nature. Both of you lost count of how many times you accidentally and purposefully shared a bed together.

When he found you in the dark, he pulled you close to his chest and gave you a firm squeeze.

"I'm sorry." He whispered and you let out a shaky breath.

"Thanks for coming back." You sniffled and he tightened his hold on you.

"Always, bonnie."

The two for you stayed silent for a while, just basking in the comfort of each other. Johnny couldn't feel happy that you date didn't go as planned even if he had been against it, not when you were so upset about it not happening at all.

Instead, he wanted to make you happier than Matt ever could.

"You wanna go get food somewhere?" He offered, pulling the blankets off yours heads. "Can eat in the car or I'll take you to a fancy restaurant."

You rolled over to look at him. Your eyes were bloodshot and puffy as you stared at him with uncertainty while he gave you a soft smile.

It's not like it was the first time you two had ever eaten dinner together, but something about this felt different. Something about the way he was looking at you made your heart flutter and those pushed down feelings from when he kissed you last year came back.

Why would you ever want to go on a date with someone else when you loved Johnny?

"I'm a mess."

"I think you look pretty."

You scoffed and he chuckled, pulling you into his chest again. You buried your face in it, letting a few more tears fall before you took a deep breath.

"I don't care where we go."

You're just happy it's with him.

#childhood best friend!soap #AHHHHH #john soap mactavish #john soap mactavish x reader #john soap mactavish x you #john soap mctavish x reader #john soap mctavish x you #soap x reader #soap x you #slow burn #is burnin

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mobbu-min · 1 year

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☆ bragging rights ☆

(ft the first years)

a/n I couldn't find the request where they wanted the first years, but here it is! Ortho is strictly platonic!

tw cursing

want more? eat up bestie! ☆,☆

Ace + Grim <3

⋆ Grim’s like, ‘No. Please, Great Sevens, no…’ He wants anyone but him. Grim wouldn’t mind if it was one of the Leech Brothers, or hell even, that weird ass bowl cut kid that tried to light everything on fire. Just anyone but Ace! He can’t! Just imagining Ace’s cocky ass grin sends Grim into a fit of rage. Really considers all his life decisions.

⋆ Ehm, can you please speak a little louder? Ace didn’t hear that. Ace squeals like a high school girl who just got asked to prom. Considers this his greatest accomplishment tbh. You’re the hottest thing since sliced bread and Ace is the super cool, incredibly good looking super mage. Like it’s a no brainer. A match made in heaven. Of course you’re going to be bragging about him. Who wouldn’t? (please, never stop. Ace literally cried tears of joy)

Deuce + Grim <3

⋆ Honestly, Grim’s okay with this one. Sure Deuce is a little airheaded, but Grim likes him a lot more than Ace! (that’s a lie, he loves both of them equally, just too stubborn to admit it) And he knows that Deuce will treat you right. Though, Grim doesn't know much more arguing he can take from the flustered idiot one and jealous idiot two.

⋆ So so happy. He calls his mom immediately after, (i mean, he’s been calling his mom about you since the day you met) Deuce has really tried to be better, to be the type of guy that you wouldn’t hesitate to call yours and knowing that he made it makes him want to explode (in a good way ofc) He wants to cry, jump up and down, take you by your waist and give you a big ol’ smooch. There’s so many things he wants to do, so many things he wants to make you feel, because Deuce is so in love it’s embarrassing really. (Ace gags while also mourning the fact that it’s not him, jealous bastard)

Jack + Grim <3

⋆ Grim is a little on the fence about this one. Jacks a great guy, don��t get him wrong, but Grim doesn’t want to spend his mornings, afternoons and nights working out. Well, on second thought, the image of Grim sporting a rocking six pack kinda gets him to rethink….No, no…he does not want to give up his tuna! Jack will have to pry his box of tuna from his cold dead paws before he lets that happen.

⋆ His tail does a little waggy once he hears you bragging. Like how can he not? He already talks about you a whole bunch. I mean if you count him always going ‘C’mon, even the prefect could do better!’ or ‘you might be even more airheaded then the Prefect…” then yeah, Jack’s doing a lot of bragging. He’s loyal by heart, but also emotionally constipated, so you’re going to have to look for the hidden meanings behind his brash words. Because it’s there! You just have to look hard and be patient!

⋆ Or you can just look behind your wolfy friend and stare at that ass- I mean, that tail! Yeah, tail! Because it’s betraying how he feels. So thank you tail! (and thank that ass, because it’s thiccc!)

Epel + Grim <3

⋆ Grim is honestly okay with this one. Epel and him are on good terms. So it doesn’t bother him all that much. Really there's nothing else to say other than, Grim is just happy that you’re happy.

⋆ YEEHAW BITCHES!!!!!HE WINS!!!!! Epel is alive and dying at the same time. He’s calling his meemaw, peepaw and all that jazz, because guess what? He’s not bitchless anymore! Yes! Take that Vil, you pompous jerk! And you too Rook, you frenchie! And most importantly, fuck you Ace! He beat you and now you look like a fool! HAHDHHAHA

⋆ Okay, but after Epel gets over his high, he’s face down on his apple plushies practically crying because he’s so happy.

Ortho + Grim <3

⋆ Second son? SECOND SON? NAH! GRIM’S IS YOUR ONLY SON! He literally gets so offended that you're talking about Ortho more than him. Every little ounce of affection or praise directed towards you little robotic buddy is greeted with an irritated huff and eye roll from Grim. Like did you forget that Grim’s been with you since forever? Grim truly see’s Ortho as a rival/threat, because unlike the other boys who you continuously thrist over, you’re so sweet and kind to Ortho and treat him like he was your kid/brother. It really gets Grim’s gears going. He just wants you to know that he is not above fighting a child, robotic or not, he’s going down.

⋆ Oh, Ortho’s over the moon. The person he sees as a second sibling loves him so much! It makes him so happy. Literally, he thinks he’s dreaming (can he dream?). And omg, this just fuels Ortho to get Idia to confess to you, so you’re all like an actual family. You and Idia can be the parents and Ortho and Grim can be your kids! Ortho has already taken to treating Grim like a little brother, constantly patting his head and giving him treats (which does soothes Grim’s dislike to him by a lot, at this point you think Grim likes Ortho more than you) Ortho does ask if you four could all take a christmas photo together (or whatever the equivalent to christmas is in their world) and he sends it to every one of his friends with really fancy blue and pink glitter gel pen font that says ‘From the Shrouds!’. Sure he knows you aren’t actually a family yet, but he’s sure he can do a little convincing and bam! The wedding is bound to happen!

Please just do as he says! Let this boy be happy T0T

Sebek + Grim <3

⋆ There’s dead silence from Grim. Like you do realize that you have no insurance right? How the heck are you supposed to pay for hearing aids for the both of you? He doesn’t get it. What’s the appeal? Did you hit your head that hard? Grim’s judging and he’s judging hard. But overall, Grim surprisingly feels bad. All he can think of is that one lyric you scream out every now then by that Rana le Del, um… What was it again? The Other Woman~ and that’s you. He just shakes his head because he knows you can do better.

⋆ Sebek is a blushing mess. He’s on two ends of the spectrum, one being incredibly smug and two, wanting to scream the ears off anyone in the ten mile radius of him. There is no inbetween because he’s not a chill guy. When Sebek wants something he puts 110 percent into it. And that's what he does for you. You know what name becomes a frequent occurrence in his vocabulary? Yeah, it’s your name. There’s not a sentence that he says that does include you and Malleus in it. Yeah, he is making and joining every club that there is about you and yes, that is a shrine dedicated to you right next to his Malleus shrine. And no, you cannot stop him.

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sanctum-of-ramshackle · 1 year

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Behind The Screen

[TWST AU]: Self-Aware AU, but with logical takes.

[Synopsis]: In this timeline, MC/Yuu/[Y/N] was playing TWST one day and then something off-putting happens.

[TW]: Mild cursing

[(A/N)]: I know. This AU has been done multiple times with most of them being…possessive. I decided to try the concept, but with my own take on it. Also MC/Yuu/[Y/N] is around 16-18 years old in this AU.

MC/Yuu/[Y/N] is just your ordinary gamer who loves the game, Disney: Twisted Wonderland.

They played that game almost everyday ever since it was first released.

They get to experience everything from leveling up the characters (especially their favorites who may or may not be bias towards) to collecting items.

MC/Yuu/[Y/N] fell in love with the storyline and laugh at the humor whenever something ironic and sarcastic happens.

All fun and literal games until one day something happens.

As MC/Yuu/[Y/N] logs into TWST and expected a character greeting them with a gift each day, there wasn’t anybody on the screen.

They thought it’s probably a glitch. It happens.

Shrugging off the weird occurrence, they continue the game as usual, leveling up the characters and winning in battles.

As they were reading through a chapter, something slips up.

Ace Trappola, everyone’s favorite little bastard accidentally mentioned how MC/Yuu/[Y/N] look stupidly cute today with their new haircut.

They freaked out a little.

MC/Yuu/[Y/N]: Okay. I may need more sleep or did I hear Ace right about my looks for today?

Ace: *Sweatdrops*

Deuce: *Whispers* Ace, say your line. You’ll blow our cover.

Ace: *Whispers back* You too, Dunce-face. You’ll get us in trouble.

MC/Yuu/[Y/N]: …I’m not dealing with this shit.

Ace: No wait-

They exit out of the game and starts texting to a friend of theirs asking advice on what to do with a possibly possessed app game operated by the Japanese branch of the huge corporation.

[MC/Yuu/[Y/N]’s Bedroom]

MC/Yuu/[Y/N]: Okay, that’s it. I’m reporting this to the development team and possibly FBI because what kind of sick game is this?

Riddle: No wait! Prefect!

MC/Yuu/[Y/N]: Don’t “Prefect” me! I know how this shit goes, and it ends badly.

Lilia: Oh dear. You read too many Yandere fics, haven’t you.

MC/Yuu/[Y/N]: …How do you know that?

Ace: Duh! It’s obvious. We’re in your phone. We sometimes sneak into your search history.

Jack: I’m afraid to ask questions about your…free time.

MC/Yuu/[Y/N]: You don’t have to know, Jack.

Vil: You need a better wallpaper, honestly. Who edited this abomination?

MC/Yuu/[Y/N]: Uhh…I did the wallpaper.

Vil: …You need to work on your photoshop skills.

[MC/Yuu/[Y/N]’s Bedroom]

MC/Yuu/[Y/N]: You’re telling me you listened to everything I spoke about this past year?

Riddle: Unfortunately, yes.

Leona: You cursed at us for being “too handsome” and “how stubborn” we can be.

Azul: Let’s not forget you spilled some secrets nobody else would know. You still sleep with a stuffed dolphin after 4.

MC/Yuu/[Y/N]: Luckily nobody ask for my phone.

Kalim: Your world sounds a lot of fun to learn about. I always wonder what it’s like outside with no magic involved.

MC/Yuu/[Y/N]: Believe my words, it’s not pretty.

Vil: I heard you talked about some fashion brands. Louis Vuitton?

MC/Yuu/[Y/N]: Yeah…That and other brands are expensive as Hell here.

Idia: I was wondering about your Otaku culture…

MC/Yuu/[Y/N]: Oh! There is enough to talk about with new anime and manga coming out everyday.

Malleus: *Peeks into images of Gargoyles*

MC/Yuu/[Y/N]: Tsunotarou? What are you doing on Google Images?

Malleus: Oh. Forgive me, Child of Man. I was curious about your device.

MC/Yuu/[Y/N]: Nah, it’s fine. Just be careful when you’re searching for something.

[MC/Yuu/[Y/N]’s Bedroom]

MC/Yuu/[Y/N]: *Fanning over a character* Jesus Christ! I can’t with this guy!

[Insert an image of Yoru from Valorant.]

[(A/N): I couldn’t help myself.]

Deuce: Huh? Hey, isn’t he from-

MC/Yuu/[Y/N]: Oh, yeah. I sometimes dabble into Valorant and he’s one of my mains.

Ace: So your type is the edgy bad boy type~?

MC/Yuu/[Y/N]: Don’t even try, Ace.

Ace: *Threw his hands up in defense* What? It’s not like I can leave here.

MC/Yuu/[Y/N]: Touché.

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Moonstruck

Synopsis: Eddie finds out you punched someone in the mouth, only to realize it was on his behalf.

Reader is female!

A/N: "Didn't you just post the fluffy alphabet--" Yes. Listen when I get inspired I need to write the idea or it all down...

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Lover's Lake felt different at night. During the day, the water reflected the sun, creating a blinding light on top of the water's surface. It reminded you of the ocean, where the sun always seemed to be the brightest. Nobody noticed Hawkins had its own ocean, but that wasn't because they didn't pay attention. They had no imagination.

At night, the water was pitch black, transforming into an abyss--anything could pull you in, and at the moment, you would've let it. Especially with how often your eye throbbed.

You had never gotten a black eye before, only seeing the blemish in movies or read in books about the bluish-purple bruise forming around someone's eye and describing how swollen their cheek and nose had gotten because of it.

It hurt, pretty badly. As a bruise would, only this bruise oozed.

A loud rattling sound popped behind you. You nearly jumped, thinking it was Jason Carver's buddy Ethan stalking you for revenge. You did sock him pretty hard in the mouth; the image of his chipped tooth flashing in your mind. The look on Jason's face was worth the retaliation you received right after.

No, the sound was a van. Eddie's van. You breathed a sigh of relief, hoping it would calm the heart beating hard against your ribcage. At least it was him who found you.

The driver's side door closed with a thump. "There you are." Eddie's voice sounded relieved. "Been looking for you all over."

"Everyone has, probably." You replied, small smile adorning your lips. You didn't face him, though. The thought of him seeing your black eye made your chest ache. "I did do something pretty serious."

"I'll say," Eddie said, surprise in his tone. "While even I hate Carver's smug attitude and his high and mighty swagger, I'm not as brave as you."

"I didn't punch him, the bastard got lucky,"

"Yeah, Ethan Johnson right? Dude's a prick himself."

"He's got one hell of a punch, though."

You forgot to catch yourself.

"Wait, did he hit you too?" Eddie's tone became distressed. He called your name when you didn't answer him. His feet crunched the leaves on the ground as he walked closer. "Did he hit you?" Eddie repeated himself.

You closed your eyes, wincing slightly. Dammit, it even hurt to blink now. "I'm...I'm fine, Eddie."

"Obviously you're not if he hit you!"

"I swear, I'm fine!" You snapped, trying so hard to not face him. His concern was so gentle, you had to bite your lip to prevent yourself from crying. You were sure it would've hurt like a bitch, anyway.

Now he was beside you, crouching to reach your level. "Let me see."

You couldn't. "How many times do I have to tell you, you stubborn ass?" A bitter laugh almost escaped you.

"I won't stop until you show me your face and prove you're fine," Eddie remarked, irritated. "You're calling me stubborn? Do you hear yourself right now?"

Your lip trembled as his fingers gently cupped your jaw. You took a deep breath as he lifted your face, your black eye visible in the moonlight.

Eddie looked taken aback. "Jesus Christ. Jesus H. Christ! Your eye!"

You pushed his hand away, but not harshly. "It's not as bad as it looks."

"Bullshit! The entire right side of your face is swollen!"

"Eddie--"

"I told you to ignore those assholes, because they're not afraid to fight back. They're able to fight back. We're the ones who get screwed over because their mommies and daddies are richer." Eddie paced back and forth, hand running through his longer locks in frustration. "God." He said your name with so much concern, you did tear up.

Silence fell upon the shore of Lover's Lake. The only sound was Eddie stomping over rocks and leaves, sometimes kicking a stone so hard it flew into the water with a splash.

"You know why I did what I did?" You murmured.

"No, I'm pretty sure you've lost your mind if I'm honest." Eddie responded, more with concern than with anger. He seemed to have calmed down a bit, though his arms were still locked across his chest.

You snorted. "Maybe."

"Why?"

You licked your lips. "They called you a homeless junkie, claiming Wayne only took you in out of pity."

"Pretty sure Munson also sells crack on the side," said Ethan, a sickening laugh leaving him. "Wouldn't be surprised that junkie only lives with his uncle cause his parents--"

You socked Ethan so hard he stumbled backwards. "Take my boyfriend's name out of your foul fucking mouth."

Ethan didn't hesitant in getting payback. Before you knew it, his fist made contact with your face, your eyes swelling up as soon as you bolted. Hitting him again would've been the worst possible thing to do.

"You..." Eddie's sentence fell flat, his arms fell to his sides. He approached you swiftly, almost making you flinch. It only surprised you more once he wrapped his arms around you tightly. "You don't have to do anything like that." He whispered, lips close to your ear. "They can talk shit all they want to, I don't care. What I do care about is the fact you were hurt. You were hurt because of me."

"No, Eddie," you shook your head. "You never made me fight for you, I wanted to." You'd do this again, if it meant showing everyone he had people who cared about him, who wanted him around. "I love you."

"I know, sweetheart," his voice was shaky. "But fuck," he let go of the embrace to glance at your face again. "Look at you. I love you too, but..."

"I'll be okay," you reassured him, "I mean, the police might not believe him. Hell, they might think he's lying since he did hit a girl, you know."

Eddie snorted. "Maybe."

"I'd do it again, you know." You told him, staring into his chocolate brown eyes. The same eyes you'd drown in if you could. "I'd always fight for you."

"You've always been feisty, it's what I love about you, but don't go swinging your fists around every second you want to okay?"

"I can't make any promises, Ed."

Eddie sighed before gently cupping your face. He kissed you sweetly.

"Ow," you mumbled against his lips. He jumped back instantly.

"Oh Jesus, sorry."

"It's fine."

"We really gotta get ice for that."

"You got any at your trailer?"

"Dunno. Maybe Wayne has a bag of peas and carrots. That'll work, right?"

You giggled. "It is technically ice."

He kissed your forehead. "This might sound rich coming from me, but don't try to be a hero, okay?"

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internetmisfitsworld · 6 months

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So far from what I've seen, the reboot doesn't showed or mentioned any implications that Makarov and Yuri were former friends or served together in the army. Hell by the looks of it, Yuri looks much older than Mak.

So I'm guessing in this new timeline, Activision probably won't go with that route anymore.

I noticed that not many people saw how much Yuri truly meant to Makarov. I'll go as far to say that Yuri was the LAST and ONLY shreds of humanity that's left in Makarov. Just a tiny piece.

Now why would I say that Yuri was his last shreds of humanity? I mean surely it's not possible right? After all, this is the same man who shot at him, almost blew him to pieces and literally KILLED him at the end.

Well, here's a few hints that I noticed.

(Long essay here. Because why not.)

(I'm feeling a bit emo over the fact that I'm gonna miss these two bastards dynamics.)

1. 1996 and 2011 flashback

He seemed so happy and content with Yuri during the flashback scene. His little smile when talking about the future of Ultranationalist to him. It seemed so genuine I almost forgot this man is a terrorist lol.

Also, it's kinda wholesome to know that these two were always joined at the hip. First, Pripyat then the whole nuking the US army. Must've been one hell of a duo back then to be picked as second in commands of Zakhaev. Well, either that or Zakhaev didn't have the heart to separate them 🤣 (they both shared one braincell).

Zakhaev: No. Yuri cannot go with you for this mission, Vladimir. He must stay here.

Makarov:

Yuri:

Zakhaev:

Makarov: ☹️

Yuri: ☹️

Zakhaev: 😑

Zakhaev: FINE. BOTH OF YOU GO!

2. No Russian

I wonder why didn't Mak killed Yuri sooner when he found out that Yuri was snitching on him to the FSB. Unless he found out about it on his way to the airport, then there was no reason to kill him at the airport.

I mean, why? Why did it just moments away from committing "the most world changing" act? He could've just killed him at the safehouse? There must've been someone guarding the safehouse, so if he wanted to pull the whole "let him suffer till his last moment" to Yuri, the safest way to do that was at the safehouse. At least his guards will shoot him if he so much as stand on his feet.

It makes me wonder if he was having hesitation? It's this complex feelings of the fact that he doesn't necessarily wants Yuri dead but he also doesn't really care if he lives either. He can't have him in his circle anymore due to his betrayal but it will set a bad example to his men if he lets Yuri live.

But he have to kill him in front of his men, so that they know he's not to be fucked with and he's not going soft. He can't afford any flaws. Especially now that he's the leader.

So the plan was to shoot Yuri in the abdomen area, under the pretense of "let him enjoy his last moment", and then count on him having the strength to crawl his way out of there.

Mind you, there's even an unused voiceline of Mak stopping the other from finishing Yuri off.

"No. Let him enjoy these last moments."

Which is bullshit, not to mention how uncharacteristically careless of him to pull this lol.

Because first of all, he and Yuri had fought side by side before, so he must've known just how far and how much Yuri is willing to push his strength and haul ass. He must've known Yuri's stubborn ass will NOT just lay there dying. He KNOWS Yuri would drag his ass up that elevator, hell even the fucking stairs if he have to, just to survive.

Like Mak, my dude, I know the chance of him catching up with you and shooting your ass was low due to him suffering from blood loss and everything, but still, my man, the risk is THERE.

That is dangerously stupid Mak agagaggaa you damn softie idiot.

But yeah I guess shooting up the airport was not the only successful mission that day. I'm certain he must've, unintentionally and discreetly, let out sigh of relief when he heard Yuri survived.

But also another incoming headache. Because he damn sure knows Yuri's gonna go after him using all the information that he knows about him.

3. Blood Brothers

Prior to this mission, we seen plenty times where Yuri gave intels about Makarov to Price and Soap. Some of those intels even sound... too personal. The kind of intels where you need to know him personally to be able to know that much. And sure enough Soap caught on to that during the Blood Brothers briefing;

Soap: Which vehicle will he be in?

Yuri: They constantly rotate for security. We won't know until he steps out.

Soap: You seem to know a lot about Makarov.

And the silence that followed after that lmao. I'm was dying to know the look on Soap and Yuri's face. I'm guessing Soap was hella suspicious and Yuri was pretending not to exist.

Also, I can imagined Yuri's guilt for not revealing the whole truth of who he was and his relations with Makarov.

Makarov had many "friends", no doubt due to his cold, no-nonsense yet charismatic charm. However, Yuri proved to be one of the only people who can adapt to his ways and doesn't cowered, like other people, from his steely mismatched eyes.

An equal. He was his closest friend. His only, truest friend, to be exact. Blood brothers. Brothers whom once bled together, not cause each other to bleed. Brothers whom once fought side by side, not against each other. Brothers whom once saved each other's lives countless times. Brothers whom suffer together, laugh together. Aight I'm getting emo here I'll stop.

Alright back on the topic. So, he must've known that Price, Yuri, and Soap were gonna assassinate him. He probably had the tower opposite the hotel planted with bombs as security measure but when he looked right at them (as Soap mentioned), his suspicion was confirmed.

It amazed me he chose this method instead of having his men snipe them. Not to mentioned he spoiled the surprise too. The tower that Soap and Yuri was in had huge ass open walls, which easily allows them to jump in time. Yeah they could still die from the high jumps but the survival chance was still there. The only reason Soap died was because of his previous unheal stab wound reopening again.

This man seems to really have a problem to kill his former friend didn't he? Like, how did you failed to kill him TWICE 😭✋️ ??

I'm sure his men at that point was sick of it.

Inner Circle dude: Sir, I think we should just snipe them from a distance. They won't see it coming.

Makarov: No, we're gonna use the bomb. But detonate it after I dramatically announce myself.

Inner Circle dude: But sir, that means they will have the time to jump off and survives?

Makarov: JUST DO AS I SAY.

Inner Circle dude:

He really kept on giving Yuri the chance to live. Even more funny, he still referred Yuri as "my friend" (albeit mockingly so but still).

4. Dust to Dust

Oh this mission breaks my heart in so many ways and reasons. Yuri dying, Price being alone.

But most of all, this moment right here.

This and Pripyat, was one of the two moments where he looks most human. It is a rather... oddly unique sight, seeing the big bad Vladimir Makarov, the monster, the terrorist who coldly slaughtered an airport filled with people,

.....staring so painfully disoriented and conflicted at his dead former friend that he just killed.

No doubt, even before he shot that gun, he's AWARE it was Yuri shooting at him. Because, who else. It's only him and Price. But of course, out of instinct, he reacts anyway.

And after all that adrenaline fades away, only then he truly let it sink in that the person he just shot three times, was Yuri. And fuck does it hurts him alot more than that pain in his stomach.

Mind you, at this point Price has already risen up, on his knees, ready to tackle him, and he STILL didn't turn around. Seconds must've felt like eternity for him. Man was lost in his head.

That's how long this man stares at Yuri's dead body. That's how much Yuri's death affects him to the point he loses his focus on his surrounding. It's like in those few seconds, he was having a hard time taking in the fact that;

a) he just killed his only friend.

b) he really is alone now. he just killed the only person who knows him truly, well before he turn into the monster that he is now.

He snapped out of it at the last minute, and even then he seems hesitant. Not because he was hesitated to kill Price but he was hesitated to live.

He knows he's screwed the moment he turns around. He realized just how much he fucked up for losing his focus. It's like at that point he just gave up on fighting. Yeah I know he still fights back if we were not quick enough to continously strangle him but still he doesn't seem to try hard enough.

For the first time in a long time, he was exhausted. Yuri's death drained him of all the fight he had left in him.

Yuri shooting at Makarov is not the only thing that saves Price. Yeah, it helps distract + weakening Makarov.

But I promise you, if Yuri didn't have any meaningful friendship with Mak and was just another random soldier defected from the Ultranationalist, Price would've been dead. Yeah change my mind.

Look at how fast Makarov's reaction time when Yuri shot at him. Mind you, this man just seconds ago was barely able to STAND UP, holding his stomach in pain, clearly suffered from major injuries in the abdominal areas.

The second that bullet hits his right shoulder, he slumped down for like 1 second, lift that gun up, take his aim, and fired that shit up. So pretty much he won't have a problem to immediately turn around and shoot Price as well.

But since said problem was Yuri, and so, Price got lucky.

And now it seems in the reboot, chances are, we will never get to this again.

(Also, I'm aware that there are people who ships them romantically. Which is perfectly fine. I personally sees them as close friends, like brothers. But hey, even I enjoyed Makayuri contents sometimes. So just letting you know that and I hope people can respect that.)

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ladykissingfish · 6 months

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*Hidan suddenly wakes up in a hot, dark place. His body isn't just a head anymore, he's fully intact* Hidan: What in the -- wait, did I die? Hidan: Jashin-sama, you lied to me! You promised me that if I made sacrifices and devoted myself to you, I'd live forever! What kind of shit is this?! I -- Kakuzu, from next to him: Would you have preferred to stay in that dirt-filled hole for all of eternity? Hidan: K-kakuzu? Is that you? Kakuzu: In the flesh. Well, relatively speaking, that is. Hidan: Are you dead too? Kakuzu: Yeah. The damn Kakashi of the sharingan took out my hearts. ALL of them. Hidan: It's so hot ... are we in hell? Kakuzu: Did you honestly believe we were going to heaven? Either of us? Hidan, sighing: No. It's just ... Kakuzu: It's been worse for me, I've been down here waiting for you until right now. I thought your stubborn ass would never die. Hidan: H-how long have you been dead? Kakuzu: Time seems to work differently here, but, I estimate that I died about 200 years ago, and you just got here, so ... Hidan: I lasted in that hole for 200 years?! Damn. Ah, I was so young, I could have -- *Kakuzu suddenly hugs Hidan to him, hard* Kakuzu, softly: I missed you so much, brat. We were together in our last life, and I want to continue to be together in this. Okay? Hidan, trying to hide his tears: O-okay, old bastard. I missed you too. Hidan: Hey, hell or not ... if you get to be with me forever, then it's really kind of like heaven, isn't it? Kakuzu: I'd agree to that ... IF we were entirely alone. Hidan: What do you -- *in the background, Hidan can hear the sounds of Deidara screaming obscenities at Tobi, Sasori scolding Deidara, and Kisame and Itachi having an argument* Hidan: Hidan: My mistake, we ARE in hell.

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tagthescullion · 2 months

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An Odd Convincing Strategy

Fandom(s): Percy Jackson and the Olympians

Summary: Reason hasn't worked, fear of Kronos hasn't worked either… Nico's left with only one choice to convince Hades to fight in Manhattan: threaten his father with an eternity of irritation. (Based on this silly post I made)

Rating: G (but beware the word "bullshit")

Words: 706

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Hades roared in anger. His fireball hit a silver tree right next to Nico, melting it into a pool of liquid metal.

Nico’s first thought was, ‘Huh, it really is silver, not just silver-coloured’, which wasn’t particularly helpful.

His father’s irritation seemed to have subsided, a fact Nico was grateful for. He didn’t think he’d look as mesmerising if his father melted him into a puddle.

“I won’t fight,” Hades stated. “Nor will I fade regardless of the outcome of the battle up in the living world.”

Nico sighed. “Maybe you will, maybe you won’t. But do you think your father will respect your power? That he’ll fear you like your siblings do?”

Demeter snorted in the background, but Nico ignored her.

“He’ll learn to,” Hades said.

Nico gave him a disbelieving stare. “Your father respect anything? Papà, per favore, you know that’s—” Bullshit. “Not going to happen.”

“I won’t help my useless, condescending, backstabbing brothers if my whole kingdom depended on it!” Hades snapped.

Clearly, Nico thought. Out loud he said, “Yes, you did mention you wouldn’t help if Percy Jackson himself begged you to.”

“Damn right!”

Nico thought for a second whether Greek gods could damn people. It wouldn’t be to hell, but if it was all different aspects of a similar abstract concept could they…?

Right, not the time. It didn’t matter.

“Percy Jackson won’t beg you,” Nico said. “But he’ll die. All of them will. They won’t be able to keep your father at bay by themselves.”

“I don’t particularly care if my nephew lives or dies,” Hades scoffed. “That sounds like it’s something you would be upset about.”

“You should be upset about it, too,” Nico argued. “Percy’s stubborn, hot-headed, and if he was dead, he’d have nothing to lose. He would stand here annoying you for all eternity.”

“I think you’re confused about how things work here,” Hades dissented. “I make the rules. I choose who’s here and who isn’t. I—”

“Don’t know Percy like I do,” Nico interrupted, making his father’s eyes burn with irritation again. “He’s an uncontrollable force of nature, particularly adept at being a pain in the ass. Besides, he’d have my help.”

That stopped Hades in his tracks.

“You’re in enough trouble as it is,” he reminded Nico. “You’ve already brought him here without my permission. Thanks to your involvement he now carries the Curse of Achilles, and he’s much harder to kill and control.”

Nico rolled his eyes. Being grounded was on itself a strange occurrence, but his immortal father was harder to sidestep than mortal parents seemed to be. He was bored, just like Persephone and Demeter. But in his case, he was also worried about his comrades fighting in the world above.

“That only proves I’m willing to confront you to help Percy,” Nico told him. “If you don’t join the battle, I’ll help Percy sneak here every single day until you throw us both into Tartarus for our souls to be consumed by its essence.”

“That was quite a statement,” Persephone remarked unhelpfully. “And not really how Tartarus works.”

“Are you going to let him speak to you that way?” Asked Demeter.

Hades massaged his temples with his fingers. “I want him to shut up, too. Any ideas that would convince him?” Demeter raised a finger, and opened her mouth to speak. “That do not involve hard labour in a corn plantation?”

Demeter closed her mouth.

“I’m right here,” Nico said, waving his hands. “And I won’t be silent!”

“All right, all right!” Hades snarled. “If I agree to help them, to fight, you have to promise to never bring Percy Jackson to my domain without my permission again.”

“Okay,” said Nico. “Yeah, sure. I promise.”

“Nor any of my brothers’ bastard children,” Hades added.

“Fair enough,” Nico agreed.

“Come think of it, none of their children, legitimate or not,” Hades decided.

“Yes, I get the point,” Nico hurried him.

“Swear on the Styx.” Hades crossed his arms.

“I swear on the Styx I won’t bring any child of Poseidon or Zeus to your domain unless they’re invited by yourself,” Nico promised. “Happy?”

“No,” Hades complained. “But facing my father is the lesser of two evils.”

“Okay, then,” Nico grinned. “Andiamo!”

#nico di angelo #hades pjo #persephone pjo #demeter pjo #pjo #riordanverse #pjo hoo toa #pjo fic #mis fics #tagthescullion

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yespolkadotkitty · 2 years

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Kintsugi

Just a little sexy ficlet for @wildbornsiren .

Thankyou, lovely @a-reader-and-a-writer for the beta!

Words: 1300 ~ Pairing: Rhett Abbott x female reader ~ Content: oral sex, m rec'ing, swears. Summary: You kiss all Rhett's hurts better, but he's more beautiful for the scars.

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It’s late when you hear his key in the door, so late that night has all but folded over into morning.

You’re too sleepy to do much. You waited and waited up. You’d have gone to see him, but for the first time in ages, work clashed, and Rhett didn’t mind. You always did your best to see him ride, after all.

You murmured his name as he dropped into bed beside you, one arm draping habitually across your back, and all was right with the world, and you let yourself sink back into slumber.

You wake before him.

He’s spread out in the bed you share, naked save for black boxers slung low on his hips.

There’s a new scratch on his shoulder. A bruise on his hip that’s just purpling. They just add to the cartography of the man you love. Each little scrape attributed to a bull he rode, each bump a step on the journey to being a rodeo champ.

In selfish moments, you wish he’d give it up, but doing this makes him the man he is. You can’t ask him to stop, you would never.

He takes you as you are, and so, you do him the same courtesy.

You use the bathroom, drink some water. He’s stirring when you get back into bed and wrap yourself around him.

“Mmm,” he says, his voice huskier than usual, from hours of deep slumber.

“Mmm yourself.” You kiss his shoulder, smooth back his hair. “How was it?”

“Y’know,” he drawls sleepily.

“How many seconds?”

“Eight.” You hear the smile in his voice.

“Impressive. The bull gave you a few souvenirs, though, didn’t he.” You kiss your fingers over his skin.

Rhett groans into the pillow. “Was an ornery bastard. Stubborn as all hell.”

“Oh yeah? Who does that remind you of?”

He laughs softly, turns to face you. There’s a sleep crease in his cheek and it’s cute. You adore seeing him like this, sleepy, vulnerable. Yours.

“Come over here and say that,” he teases.

“How about I come over here and kiss you, instead?”

“I’d like that,” he drawls.

You shuffle over so you’re closer. The body heat this man gives off is insane. You stroke one gentle finger over the pink-edged scratch on his shoulder. “Does it hurt?”

He grunts non-committally. “Some.”

“Will it help if I kiss it better?”

“Absolutely.”

You lean up on your elbows and brush your lips ever so softly across the healing skin. Rhett tenses for a second and then relaxes into the kiss.

“Best medicine,” he rumbles.

It’s raining outside. The drops patter softly on the bedroom window, but you’re warm and cosy inside, cocooned with the man you love. The early morning light bathes his lean, muscular back, drapes him in bright cloud and grey shadow. He’s so beautiful. Was he always this beautiful? Somehow made more gorgeous by his scars, like kintsugi in human form.

“I’d bottle it for you, if I could,” you say against the dip where his neck and shoulder meet.

He mmms his approval. “It’d be priceless.”

“Well, lucky for you, it wouldn’t be for sale. I’d make it just for you.”

You continue your exploration of his back. His skin is warm, mostly smooth but for the ridges of scars and bumps of bruises or newly healed cuts. He sighs as you press your lips reverently to each one, and you can feel his body relax, muscle by muscle, as you show him your love in this intimate, wordless way.

You reach a long-healed cut in the small of his back, press your lips above it and then along the whitened skin where the scab used to rest. When you smooth your hands over Rhett’s shoulders, massaging the big muscles there, he makes a noise that sounds a little like a sob.

You hesitate, but he says nothing, and then, when you gently knead the soreness from him, he murmurs, the syllables a little broken, “please.”

“I got you, baby boy,” you say, and he lets out a long sigh, like he was just waiting to hear that.

For a little while - you lose track of time - you work him over until he’s putty under you. Knead the big knots and gently rub at the little ones. Brush your lips over new scars and old. Murmur how handsome he is. How you love every one of these little imperfections, because they’re his, and you wouldn’t change him for all the money in the known world.

You straddle him to work him over more effectively, using your weight to help you squeeze his big trapeze muscles, and lean down to kiss the soft fall of his hair.

Then you notice it.

He’s bucking into the mattress. Just little moves of his hips, so slight you might have missed it.

“Something you need?” you whisper into his ear.

He whines a little. It’s a needy sound you rarely hear from him, and it instantly makes you liquid with desire.

“You,” he manages to grind out. “Your hands’re drivin’ me crazy. Can’t touch like this.”

“I don’t want you to touch. I want you to relax.”

He huffs out a sound that’s half-laugh, half-groan. “If I get any more relaxed I’ll be a puddle. Let me touch you. Or touch me. For Christ’s sake.”

You grin at the power you have over him. “I am touching you.”

He grinds his hips into the mattress. “You know fuckin’ well what I mean.”

And he’s so pretty like this, eyes closed and lashes long on his incredible cheekbones, hands by his sides curled into fists, that you give in. You clamber off him.

“Turn over, baby boy.”

He does as you ask, and you slide down his body, easing the black boxers down his hips. He mutters your name like a prayer as you kiss the tip of his aching cock and then take him into the heat of your mouth. Expletives fall from his lips and he buries his hands in your hair. “Holy Christ,” he grates out. “Don’t stop. Fuck.”

You stretch out on the remainder of the bed, get comfy; swirl your tongue around him like he’s a fine ice cream. He bucks under you.

You stop blowing him just long enough to say, “think you can hang on for eight seconds, cowboy?” and then you go to town. You curl your tongue how he likes, use your free hand to stroke that sensitive spot behind his balls, jerk his shaft hard and fast how you’ve watched him do it to himself.

He’s gone in just a few heartbeats, spilling on to your tongue with a deep groan of your name.

You swallow everything he gives you, tongue him until he’s shuddering from over sensitivity. He tugs gently at your hair and you wiggle up the bed, snuggle into him.

“I don’t deserve you,” he says at length, kissing you. His eyes drift closed. “I swear I’ll return the favour.”

“We’ve got all day.” You settle into him. The pieces of you fit the pieces of him perfectly. “It’ll keep.”

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Tagging @juniebugg @green-socks @lorecraft @nerdysuperchick @hederasgarden @callsign-phoenix @sebsxphia @hoe-on-the-range @tallrock35 @ateliefloresdaprimavera @therebeccaw @peakyrogers @lawfulgranola @cowboybarbie

#rhett abbott smut #rhett abbott fic #lewis pullman #outer range

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metal-mouse · 1 year

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Yo I kinda feel like Ominis would act like Edward from Twilight at first if he found out MC was pregnant with his daughter. Like he'd be upset at the prospect of the child being a typical Gaunt but then totally fall in love with her and regret his behavior.

I can absolutely see this and this has the potential for S tier angst.

under a cut because I just started like rambling my speculations and also bc mentions of pregnancy and childbirth.

I'm not going to lie my brain immediately went to Ominis trying to bite the baby out of MC like Edward did with Bella but clearly that wouldn't be the issue (I hope?????)

The pregnancy announcement would come as a massive shock to Ominis, and I can really see him distancing himself from MC as a form of self-preservation and in his mind it's also protecting MC from himself and his bloodline. He really feels as though he's got tainted blood, and all of his family's bullshit will get passed on to his child. It brings back a lot of his childhood trauma, and he spends the first like 7 months of MC pregnancy having horrible nightmares of his past. He still loves MC, and he still treats her with respect and cares for her but he’s a lot more quiet and he seems to be keeping her at an arm’s length. They talk a lot about his family and his emotions, MC is trying to be as supportive as possible but Ominis is a stubborn bastard and also super cynical so the conversations kind of just go in circles.

MC is understandably devastated by his reaction and is depressed as hell. She's scared too, she's the one growing a whole ass human inside of her, and she does understand Ominis' reservations about passing down his gene-pool to a child, but she's adamant that they will be loving parents who teach their children empathy and respect. She reminds Ominis constantly that he is nothing like his family and there's no reason to expect their children to be any different than him.

Towards the end of the pregnancy though, Ominis feels the baby kicking one night, and he just kind of makes a surprised pikachu face. He talks to MC's belly sometimes at night when he thinks MC is sleeping - she's listening the whole time - and he basically just asks the child to treat MC with respect and to not hurt her too much and he confesses to the baby how scared he is about who they will be and he’s scared that his family will find them and feel entitled to the baby. Sometimes MC has to get up when he’s fallen asleep to go cry lol.

When MC finally delivers the baby, which tbh yeah it's gonna be a girl - Ominis is such girl dad material it's not even funny - he is so immediately whipped. From the first second he hears her cries, he would do anything for her. He realizes she’s a vulnerable tiny little thing that needs to be cared for, and gods be praised does he care for her. He's so sweet with his daughter, playing with her and reading to her and transfiguring things for her. He charms some gold butterflies to flutter over the crib.

Ominis and MC would wait until their baby was much more grown to let her know about Ominis' family - she'd rebel against it until she saw Merope and Morfin Gaunt one day in Little Hangleton while trying to find her father's family and just nopes right out of that one.

The baby would look like him. Eldest daughter looking like her dad trope af. His hair, his nose, but MC's smile. She would share a lot of personality traits with MC, except she's got Ominis' sarcastic humour and his penchant for transfiguration. Not interested much in combat, thinks DADA is cool but doesn't love it.

Anne would be the first person to meet the baby outside of MC's parents/siblings if they're involved in MC life. After Anne, it's Poppy and Natty, and then finally Sebastian comes and meets his niece (in this world they've all made up! thanks!).

Asdgjsoeifgjsdfgn now I'm just thinking about soft!Ominis being such a dad. Look at the rant you've put me on. This is going to be on my mind all day now. Thank you LOL

And then 16 years down the line the daughter goes fucking full evil can u imagine

#babydaddy #reni answered #this turned into just long a long rambling rant #anonymous ask

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darklydeliciousdesires · 2 years

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Who Loses... Wins - An EZ Reyes/Reader Smut Short.

Teasing cockwarming with EZ? Why, yes. Have at it.

Words - 651

Warnings - Smut below the cut. Under 18? Please do NOT engage!

“Oh god… fuck. You ain’t gonna make this easy, are you?”

“Just because you set me a challenge, it doesn’t mean I can’t counter-screw with you.”

He raises an eyebrow. “What an interesting choice of words.”

“Yeah,” you agree, leaning to kiss him. “Kinda obvious in the antithesis of our current situation.”

Squeezing your inner muscles around him again, a saturated clasp against his hot rigidity, you watch EZ bite his lower lip, grunting quietly. Another clench, and his eyes close, a frown creasing his forehead. “God damnit.”

His challenge was to see how long you could sit still with him inside you, no rocking against him, no movement of your body at all that involves you sliding upon his cock for friction. He never stated, however, that you couldn’t give said cock a damned good grasping within the soaking clutch of your walls.

It’s killing you as much as it is him, but you’re loathed to let on, loving that the ace he presumed to have up his sleeve has well and truly been transferred to yours. He’s dying, dying to throw you your back and pound the hell out of you, drag your pussy with brutal, voracious thrusts, but losing and EZ Reyes have never particularly gone well together.

Clench, release. Clench, release.

“Dying to give me the kind of dicking down I’ll still be feeling in a week?”

He snorts, his hand grasping your hair, pulling your head back to expose your neck, laying kisses at the column of your throat. “Honey, I’ll fuck you so damned hard, your ancestors will feel it. All you gotta do is lose.”

This is a tricky notion to contend with, for someone just as stubborn as he, which is exactly what you are. You could get fucked into oblivion, but you’d lose. Would you, though? You’d get exactly what you want, after all. Your squeezes around him, of course, leave you just as longing as he.

Win, or lose? Win... and get what? To wait for longer, or lose, and get him right now?

“I give up.”

You expect to be set upon with ravenous intent, except that doesn’t happen, EZ instead making his big cock twitch within your heat, evoking a soft gasp of incredulity. “Oh yeah, baby girl. Two can play the twitching game.” Doing it again, he laughs, halting you when you attempt to begin bouncing upon him, strong hands gripping your waist, preventing your movement. Damn him.

“What happened to the ancestor disturbing dicking down, then?”

He chuckles, kissing you, his cock quavering within you a few more times. “I have to make sure you really, really want it before I do.”

“You ain’t gonna make this easy for me, are you?” Your echoing of his earlier statement prompts a smug smirk, EZ pattering his fingers up your spine, his cock flexing again, right against your sweet spots, your little gasp making his insides prickle pleasantly.

“No. I’m gonna make you beg.”

“Bastard.”

“Ah, ah. No name calling, querida, else I’ll force you to sit here on it for hours.”

Damn him, damn him, damn him!

“I want you to fuck me, EZ. I want to feel every last single, solid inch of this gorgeous, long cock piledriving into me, get you all wet with me, fuck, I need it, I need you so badly. Please, I’m begging you. Pound my tight little pussy. I know you love me, but shit, I want you to fuck me like you don’t.”

The surprise isn’t the speed he flattens you onto your back with, it’s the fact that he manages not to lose tangency where you’re deeply fused, his cock only slipping from you a few inches before he ruts with power, daggering into you sharply, forcing a shrill cry from your throat as he goes about rearranging your guts with wickedly furious snaps of his hips, utterly ploughing you into the bed.

Sometimes, losing feels good.

A/N - Did you enjoy it? Rewarding your hard working author with a comment and reblog goes a long way :)

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habeascorpseus · 9 months

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👉👈 can you tell us more about the fnc angel/demon au? 🥺 pretty please?

oh CAN i? okay first things first. this is entirely because of good omens s2 and particularly uses concepts from episode 3 about "angels/demons who go along as best they can". also canon gillion and chip are very azi/crowley coded to me (cmon, gill's a literal paladin sent to the oversea to portend the rapture that he's now doubting the need for and chip is a mischievous little bastard with too much charisma and until recently no concrete stake in anything except for protecting his crew) so yeah. anyways the information will be delivered in bullet points for each person

CHIP

was an angel. a pretty young one, at that. possibly came to existence around the 3rd millennium of mana's society

pretty mischievous and self interested for an angel. lets just say he fucked around and found out, and for it he was kicked out of heaven and fell into hell, but managed to crawl out like the stubborn bastard he is

the form he fell and crawled back to earth in was a young human looking boy. involuntarily, of course. but he often struggled to change his form in the past, instead letting it be dictated by his emotional state (another fairly chaotic and unangelic thing to do), and right now he feels small, weak, and vulnerable

he's picked up by the black rose, and, desperate to belong, he goes along with their assumption that he's just a normal kid, too weak to use much power or even change his form. for the couple years he lives with the crew, he doesnt grow. (this is chalked up to malnourishment.)

unfortunately, now that he's a demon, he has an Energy. and that energy attracts things. in particular: bad shit, and other demons. niklaus takes notice of this crew claimed by a seemingly inexperienced demon and decides to sink it for fun and to see what chip will do.

chip washes ashore on another island with two thoughts: one, he doesnt think he's allowed to be attached to anything good anymore without poisoning it, and two, he needs to be scarier in order to not be fucked with.

so he spends ten years hanging around ruben price, a man who acts so comically, stereotypically evil that chip occasionally doubts how mortal he is, but it seems like price just Like That. a handy trick of being a demon now is that chip can Sense types of energy- positive, negative, etc. what's scariest about price is chip gets nothing off of him, which is why he's the perfect person to watch

things come to a head when price forces chip to kill a man. and, well, its kind of what he's supposed to do, as a demon- but he hates it. in particular, he hates not feeling in control, and it angers him enough that hes finally able to use some demonic power to set price's warehouse ablaze and disappear into the night. (his hands are now blackened from where they caught fire and he now has a tail, being so unused to using magic that using it burnt away his human form to reveal the true form beneath it. he cant really disguise them back to normal because, again, bad at form shifting)

he sets sail on the sea and lands on an island where he follows a particularly strong negative energy to a tavern where he meets...

JAY

girl who's family basically run the navy.

her older sister was just mysteriously murdered around a year and a half ago, and she's going through it

by which i mean, She's Pissed. she wants whoever killed her to be found and brought to justice, preferably with the business end of her own pistol, but her father (an admiral) has fucked off to gods-knows-where and there's not really any leads at home beyond being surrounded by what her sister left behind... she's getting desperate.

she's bartending at her mom's tavern one evening when a guy her age walks in but he's.. wrong. somehow. there's dozens of lanterns and candles in the room, and yet he seems to cast a long shadow behind him no matter where he turns. also his hands are dark claws. she's pretty sure he's a demon honestly.

she's getting desperate and she wants leads. his appearance makes her feel almost irrational in how suddenly she remembers she needs to find her sister's killer.

so, with some part of her screaming that she is being very, very stupid, she offers a deal. vengeance for her sister in exchange for her soul. the demon looks weirdly surprised at this and tells her that her soul won't be necessary, that he needs a crew on his ship and all she needs to do is travel with him. so she accepts, they shake hands, and jay tries to ignore how much her instincts are screaming this is a bad idea.

they set sail two days later on the demon's dingy little ship and begin sailing towards where jay thinks the next largest navy outpost is, and on the way they meet...

GILLION

gillion is an archangel. he's pretty young, all things considered. he's not sure when he came into being, but he's pretty sure he's a replacement for.... someone.

gillion has a destiny, that's for certain. the heavenly council has been training him since his creation for some kind of destiny, though he hasn't really thought to ask what it is. he's sure it's good, though. the heavenly order would never mislead him into committing morally reprehensible acts in the service of a greater cosmic good, right?

his "life" is pretty rigid though. all training, no play, and certainly no contact with the mortal realm, that is, until he follows some of his superiors on their way to bless some admiral of some mortal navy. except... this guy is evil. its written in his the fake smiles, his body language, the way he listens to them with greed in his eyes.

and gillion was destined to smite evil, so he attacks him.

heaven, of course, doesn't take kindly to this, but instead of kicking him from heaven outright, they propose a test of faith: be stripped of most of his divinity and fulfill his destiny within a year in the mortal realm. it's not like he has a choice, so they kick him down to mana with only his sword and a little bit of armor.

he falls into the sea, deep, deep into an undersea trench, where the first thing he sees are a couple tritons. and, yeah, tritons seem pretty cool. so with the last vestiges of whatever divine energy he carries, he becomes a triton and uses his wings (oh thank gods he still has his wings) to propel himself to the surface of the sea.

for a while, he floats adrift, taking in the feeling of being wet and having the sun burn his body where it rests above the waves and the taste of salt on his tongue and the dark spots in his eyes that appear every time he stares too long at the sun. but that's fine. it's.... nice. he can almost forget it's a punishment.

after a day of listless floating, Something appears on the horizon, and then grows closer. its large, and brown, and honestly kind of shabby looking. but it looks cozy, a bit more hospitable than the ocean, and he sends out a dozen silent prayers and thank-yous when the ship suddenly changes course and begins heading Directly for him.

a man pokes his head over the railing of the vehicle and asks if he's okay. his hair is a really pretty color. his eyes kind of remind him of the fires lit to burn sacrifices that he's seen humans make a couple times. a blackened, clawed hand reaches out to grab his, and when they touch, it the crackle in the air feels like the moments just before a smiting lightning strike. he feels forbidden. but gillion's beginning to appreciate the idea of a rebellious phase, so he grips him tightly and lets himself be pulled onboard.

ITEMS OF IMPORTANCE

chip knows what gillion is, gillion does not know what chip is. chip is completely fine with this and is deciding to use it to his advantage in order to do minor devilish activities

what follows is basically the same plot until episode 14, though chip leans a lot more heavily into trickery and temptation

when it's revealed What chip is, gillion is not only Pissed but afraid for jay's soul, convinced that chip has been traveling with her in order to prey and feed upon it. he and chip duel, and gillion wins, as good so often does against evil— but before gillion can smite him and send him back to whence he came, jay steps in and stops him long enough for chip to slip away below deck. she tells gillion she made a deal with him and he blatantly refused her soul, which is why she's travelling with him instead. gillion, now hopeful that he can redeem chip, lets it slide, but. has chip promise to cool it on the demon shit.

the reason why gillion couldn't sense chip being a demon for so long is because he, for some reason, doesn't feel fiendish to him. unfortunately, gillion is too stupid to further entertain this train of thought.

both gillion and chip regain power at the same rate, though their progress is accelerated whenever gillion feels they did something good, and when chip is feeling angry. (this will eventually change)

chip is very bad at being a demon, to the point where he's begun talking jay out of vengeance entirely because it makes him feel bad about making her worse. gillion, ironically, says she should hold herself to her principles and seek justice, in a comical subversion of the angel and devil on her shoulders. they have many an argument about this.

nobody knows chip is Fallen. its one of the main sources of his insecurities and hed rather not have gillion judge him harder, thank you very much.

when chip is offered to have a memory removed by blangus, he attempts to remove his memory of being an angel. this doesn't work, because the memory is a core part of What he is and forgetting that would unmake him. he decides to give up killing a man instead.

gillion's destiny is to bring the rapture. kind of a bummer! gillion's a little in denial about it and the longer he spends with humanity and witnesses their good and their bad and the hope they all carry within them, the more reluctant he is to fulfill his purpose. (it's fine. he has 6 more months to decide. its fine. it's fine. time goes painfully slow for mortals)

eventually the truth of chip's past is revealed, and gillion is Pissed, though not at chip. in hindsight, it's obvious that he was created to replace chip when he Fell, meaning if not him, chip would have been the one to end the world, and that thought sits worse for him than imagining himself doing the deed. perhaps when he gets back to heaven he will demand chip's status be reinstated.

chip is caught between encouraging him to forsake his destiny (he likes humanity, and he likes fucking with heaven's plans) and going along with his destiny to not get kicked out of heaven. falling is painful and awful and he cant imagine gillion playing any role other than good, and he doesn't want him to, because if you're not With heaven, you're a victim of the rapture, and he doesn't want that.

gillion is already halfway on his way to letting himself fall on purpose the more he spends time with jay and chip. he wants to be with chip as long as he can be but every time they touch gillion gets the feeling hes skating on thin ice.

jay is the safest pirate on the sea in terms of other demons and angelic presences trying to fuck with her, both gillion and chip have a deal to smite her father next time they see him.

in chips solo mission with price, he ended up sending him to hell instead of giving him the eye. it is not at all disconcerting that chip can do this

edyn is an angel who helped raise gillion and gave him an immortal soul as a pet. when he was sent to earth it manifested as a frogtopus, and after gillion was sent away edyn followed him to earth and settled down in allport to keep tabs on him through the navy

caspian is Lizzie's guardian angel

anyways theres more but thats the long and not-at-all short of it. hope you like!

#habeas speaks #asked and answered #tigers101 #jrwi celestial au

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yes-i-have-thoughts · 1 year

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I had thoughts about Thatcher and now you all have to deal with them

My username isn’t yes-i-have-thoughts for no reason

(WARNING: SPOILERS FOR VOL. 4 AND LIKELY UNCENSORED MENTIONS OF SUICIDE AND SOURCE EVENTS REFERENCED. THATCHER AND RUTH FICTIVES/IRLS, READ WITH CAUTION.)

So everyone and their mothers are being neurodivergent fucks over Adam And power to them, honestly, but I have absolutely nothing to add to the conversation and am honestly afraid of unintentionally coming across as insensitive towards people with low/no empathy, so I don’t want to add anything in case I only cause damage.

But here’s the thing. From what I’ve seen, not a single person has said a damn word about Thatcher. Aside from commenting on the demon in his closet and the letter, I mean. Let’s change that.

So imagine being some guy in Mandela County who gets promoted to the lieutenant position in your police force. For one day, you’re on top of the world. Everyone’s happy for you, your best friend clearly is as well. Then the moment is over and you have to go back to work. And within maybe 24 hours your entire life goes down the tubes so fast you’ve got nothing to do but wander around your house and lie in bed.

Congratulations! You’re Thatcher Davis!

This bastard must have one Hell of a will to live (even if he doesn’t sound like it). He goes from riding high to in a metaphorical grave within 24-48 goddamn hours. And while yeah, he could be in better shape, he’s still. Alive. Which is more than I could say for probably literally anyone else in his position

And if he’s riddled with M.A.D that just makes this even MORE impressive because while he’s despondent and clearly doing the bare minimum of living he’s still here! Which is impressive, by M.A.D statistics standards.

This motherfucker just won’t go down. He’s got his own alternate and whatever the fuck is in the closet breathing down his neck and guilt eating him from the inside out and yet he’s clawing his way to another day over and over again. If that’s not strong will, I don’t know what is.

I’m not saying that people can’t call him a sopping wet cat anymore. I don’t think I’ve ever seen a soggier one. This poor bastard lives through every day with god-knows-what on his mind and now probably the only other person he talked to essentially cut ties with him. We have no idea if he’s in contact with his family, he still writes letters to Ruth years later-the guy’s mental state is an absolute wreck. And now with Dave gone, I’m honestly wondering if he’s only running off spite at this point. Like his very existence is the last “fuck you” to the alternates he can give.

I have little trouble believing he’s going to go down eventually. But I also have no trouble believing he’ll take at least one person down with him. The guy’s going to fight until his last breath, willingly or not.

However you view Thatcher Davis-as a pathetic man with stupid luck or a stubborn fucker with garbage luck but a will to live that just won’t fade-you’re most likely right.

#El Speaks #Thatcher Davis #TMC #the mandela catalogue #Autisming #Jonah's next just watch #I will go on even longer about him #Don't test me

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martynsimp69 · 1 year

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hiii so!! here’s a little write up about the docmartyn mermaid/marine biologist enemies-to-lovers au i mentioned here, significantly later but also much longer than i intended it to be. written in collaboration with @daisycraft and @kingtheghast thank u both for letting me steal your very good thoughts and words <3

au contains themes of dehumanization and mentions of violence/injury. the tone gets a little dark at certain points, so just be warned!

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the only thing really known about mer is that they’re sneaky, scarce, and very dangerous. a siren song will lure an unsuspecting ship into rocks and a crew into the water, where teeth and claws and cold, crushing depths await them. so when there’s reports of what might be a mer spotted a few miles off the coast, a team is sent out to deal with it before it causes any casualties.

it’s rare to have one this close to land. it’s even rarer still that its successfully netted, and successfully sedated. several of the crew members are heavily wounded in the process, but no one dies. and, in an unheard-of turn of events, that also includes the mer.

and you see, up until now, mer have only ever existed in vague sightings: pieces of dead ones caught in fishing nets, grainy phone camera footage, strange findings of scales and old dwellings left behind in the ocean, and the wild tales of shipwreck survivors. so this whole thing is kind of a Big Deal. for the first time ever, a live, healthy mer specimen has been found, captured, and brought in to a facility for observation and study. and the honor of leading this unprecedented study goes to doc.

(the role would be a much bigger honor if the mer wasn’t an annoying, stubborn, spiteful little bitch.)

so doc gets transferred over to the marine biology department, where a huge tank has been retrofitted into one of the bigger labs, and brought on to the study of specimen 9201223—which is a terrible name that doc isn’t going to remember, so he starts calling it “martyn” after a childhood pet fish of his.

but yeah, once it settles in and stops hiding all the time? it turns out that “martyn” is a bastard of a specimen. the lab keeps it semi-sedated as part of the safety protocol (they feed it fish laced with a numbing drug that limits its ability to vocalize, so it can’t lure any of the staff into drowning themselves or breaking it out; the sedation is a side effect) and yet it still finds the energy to cause Problems for the research team. it’s tearing up the kelp and gravel along the bottom and stuffing it into the water filters. it’s slamming into the side of the tank, scaring the shit out of the scientists. it’s trying to bite the interns fingers off during feeding time. it’s eating the rubber ball they gave it for enrichment and getting sick. it’s ruined at least three laptops and countless lab reports by splashing the personnel at every opportunity. and it seems like it’s actively trying to be uncooperative with every test they run.

working with the damn thing makes doc want to tear his hair out, but he’s also stubborn as hell so it becomes a rivalry, a battle of wills; doc hates this fucking fish, and he’s pretty sure it hates him right back.

it doesn’t particularly like anyone, of course, but he’s convinced it targets him on purpose. it starts to sit at the front of the tank by his desk whenever he’s in, swimming back and forth, staring with those freaky blue eyes, rapping on the glass when it gets too quiet just to see him jump. it hides whenever other researchers swing by, but when it’s just martyn and doc in the lab, during his late evenings working overtime? god, can’t get rid of it. can barely get any work done with it bothering him.

and then. it’s one of those late, frustrating evenings when martyn is being particularly bothersome while doc is just trying to get some paperwork done, and he’s sick of it. he’s so frustrated with martyn’s constant tapping on the tank that he rips out a page from his notebook, balls it up and whips it across the lab… and then watches as martyn darts off, going as far as his tank will let him go after the ball of paper before he eventually turns and goes back to doc. and that’s the moment doc realizes, ohhh my god it’s going stir crazy. oh my god. it just wants to play.

suddenly, doc has a new perspective on his relationship with the mer, and a lot of things start making a lot more sense. martyn’s not just banging on the glass to annoy him when he plays music, he’s trying to get him to change the song to one he prefers. the haphazard woven band of seaweed around his head might not be some sort of stress response from running into the glass too much, but an accessory, a form of personal identity. the way he stares during observations, the way his freaky eyes follow doc’s hand down the page as he writes his notes—maybe he’s observing doc and his behavior right back, trying to make sense of him.

and, yeah, martyn’s still uncooperative and bitey and impossible to deal with as ever, but doc starts feeling less like he’s working with an animal, and more like he’s working with a very stubborn person. it’s a lot to wrap his head around, and the more he notices it, the harder it becomes to ignore.

still, he and his team run their tests, gather their data, publish their findings. and the media eats that shit up… at least during the first year, when the captive mer is still novel and sensational. after a while, public interest wanes, the studies get more niche, and funding starts to slow down.

that’s when some of the faculty board members approach him with a proposal.

you see. the care and upkeep of a live mer is extraordinarily expensive. the personnel, the food, the medicine, the aquarium chemicals, the water and electricity bills, etc etc etc., it’s all getting to be a bit… much. and, frankly, they’ve already gotten plenty of research done as is. so they were considering that, well, it might be time to retire the mer program and do some final reports, and then perhaps they can move on to some other, less costly studies.

doc doesn’t realize exactly what’s being suggested until the words euthanasia and dissection are dropped. he starts protesting, stammering about the— the ethics department, and— and species preservation, and— and they can’t just—

and he’s told, quite plainly, that the thing's going to die anyways, or have you forgotten, doctor, that we don't know how to keep a species like this yet?

this tank isn't enough for it to live healthily, or very long.

we don’t even know how old they’re supposed to get in the wild.

better to get something out of it before it gets sick enough to be spoilt.

doc takes a deep breath, and tells them to get out of his lab. the board members exchange glances, and tell him they’ll give him time to think on it. doc tells them, louder, to get the fuck out of his lab.

…sitting there in that empty room, lit by the blue glow of the tank, doc feels cornered. because yes, sure, martyn is uncooperative and annoying, but also—good lord. he’s smart enough to be uncooperative. he’s smart enough to annoy him. those luminous blue eyes that stare at him through the thick glass are freaky and inhuman, but they’re intelligent. and they just want to—

he could go to the ethics board, sure. he could go plead his case and show them all the evidence, look, look, he’s not just a monster, he’s not just an animal. just spend some time with him, you’ll see. but there’s a lot of people who won’t be happy with that. a lot of very influential and rich people, people whose surnames are carved into plaques outside the building or have their companies attached to big research grant funds. and if they stop paying, doc doesn’t really have a say in what happens to martyn.

he can continue his research quietly for now, but it feels like the rest of the facility is breathing down his neck with expectations and deadlines. doesn’t help at all that the mer still doesn't want to be any sort of cooperative, either, because it’s just delaying an inevitable end that it doesn't even know is coming. the thought that he’s the only person able to protect martyn right now is fucking terrifying.

doc sets his paw on the glass tank, and the mer on the other side smiles a big, sharp smile, and mirrors him with a webbed hand.

#sorry for writing That and then calling it fis au. my bad. he’s 🐠 tho u have to understand—#i’m going a little bit insane abt this au. this is like a fraction of everything we have for it. it’s been less than a week.#the merfolk worldbuilding goes kinda crazy ngl #docmartyn #<- technically. this is all set up they haven’t kissed yet they still need to learn how to communicate first #trafficshipping #hermitshipping #i feel bad using those tags but i know it’s important for ppl who wanna filter but also #i feel like i’m throwing this absolutely insane crackship into the tags where people might see it. sorry. uhm. 🐠#feel free to ask questions i know this is so much and yet like. so little. there’s a Lot not explained in this post LOL #i might not answer EVERY question tho <3 lowkey want to write something for this so We’ll See but #fis au

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