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diariesofthelover · 3 months

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Wayne Brothers’ Gala Girl

synopsis: Bruce Wayne’s galas are held every once in a blue moon, but when they did occur, every Gotham socialite was sure to attend. The eldest sons of Gotham’s favorite billionaire always wound up in some trouble to entertain themselves, this time the brothers’ idea of fun was a beautiful woman who looked almost as bored as them.

notes: Jason Todd & Dick Grayson x reader, 3rd person pov, little bit 🌶️, inspired by the painting above.

The Eldest Wayne brothers found themselves in the quietest corner of the gala, bored with no idea of what they can get into this time around to beat last gala’s “performance” as they would call it.

“We could set off the fire alarm,” Dick suggests lazily to his younger brother.

“What are we twelve? Most of the people here already think we’re still fifteen.”

“No, they think you’re still fifteen because you were legally dead for like four years.”

“Shut up, dickwad.”

“HER!” Dick exclaimed, “Her, her, her, her!”

“You were Robin not a fucking parrot, her what?”

“That beautiful beautiful woman right there that looks even more miserable than we do with those tuxedo vultures circling her.”

Tuxedo vultures was spot on. These rich pigs had her trapped, all trying to win her attention one at a time, attempting a better pitch than the last guy. Any kind of manners that were instilled in her from an early age couldn’t apply after the third man insisted that he was the perfect man for her, actually, the perfect man for any proper woman, brains or not. All of the men here were the exact same, they believed their money and family were enough to flatter any woman here, that having any form of a likable personality or distanct traits besides snobbery was, “not something women really wanted.”

The woman couldn’t control her eye roll after the second attempted joke was made, averting her gaze where her eyes landed on the two men who already had their bright eyes on her, Bruce Wayne’s oldest sons.

She didn’t have a problem with the Wayne Family of course, she was after all attending their gala, it was just some of the guests that she wasn’t so fond of.

“What about her?” Jason looks over to who Dick was fawning over. Jason wasn’t blind, actually his vision only got better after he was resurrected, he too thought that the woman was beautiful, maybe one of the most beautiful women he’d ever seen, which is why he immediately shut Dick down, knowing what he was going to try to do.

“No, Dick. No chance, leave her alone.”

“I don’t think she wants me to,” Dick replies as the woman returns his famous flashy grin with a soft smile.

Dick had been trying to get Jason…well more out there after the whole dying, coming back to life, and then out in the public eye again thing. Jason died young, he barely got a chance to live his teenage years so whenever Jay’s attracted to someone, he starts acting like a teenage boy but at the age of twenty instead of sixteen.

Dick, make every girl swoon over him since his Robin days, Grayson mastered the whole girl thing by now and is trying to be his not so little brother’s tonight’s wingman.

“Follow me,” Dick whispers to Jason, not taking his eyes of the beauty across from him.

Dick and a hesitant Jason make their way over to the group of men that were all secretly jealous of their father, probably jealous of his sons too, interrupting the lifeless conversation and taking all of her focus off the vultures and onto him and Jason.

“Good evening gentlemen, how are we doing tonight?” Jason almost gagged at his at his brother’s fake politeness, he was always the better one at socializing, his charming personality didn’t stop at women.

“Richard Grayson, boy you’ve certainly grown up since I last saw you!” An older man around Bruce’s age greets him stirring up the rest of the men.

“Dick Grayson huh, pleasure to finally meet Gotham’s new prince.”

“I hear you’re very popular with the ladies,” the group erupted into laughter, these men really love any jokes to do with a woman don’t they?

“And you must be Bruce’s other son, Tim is it?” Jason’s takes his eyes off the woman to give the man a slight scowl, he promised Bruce he’d behave tonight.

“No, no, that’s Jason the one that…” one of the men tries to begin to tell the epic tale of Jason Todd.

“Say, we would love to stay and chat but our date has been waiting for us for quite a bit now,” Dick quickly interrupts him before Jason pulls out any kind of weapon on these men and offers his hand to the woman.

She places her hand into his thinking that she’d rather be a damsel in a in distress in need of saving by a knight, or in Gotham’s case a masked vigilante, instead of spending another moment with some men that are old enough to be her father thinking about how’d she make the perfect trophy wife and the younger who simply want to get laid after the gala. As Dick pulls her away from the hungry drunken men, she offers her hand to Jason who gives her a confused and flustered look.

“If I’m not mistaken, Mr. Grayson said our date,” she says to him in the most soothing and charming voice Jason’s ever heard.

Forcing himself to snap out of this teenage haze, Jason takes her hand earning a smile from both her and his brother.

“I hope you don’t mind us whisking you away like that, you just seemed like you weren’t enjoying yourself,” Dick started, never dropping his darling smile.

“I don’t mind at all, I needed an excuse to get away from them,” the woman looks back at the men as they watch the brothers walk away with their “prize” in envy, “god they’re pathetic,” she sighs.

“Tell me about it,” Jason mumbles beside her.

“All night I’ve been surrounded by these people that only talk about their money, their jobs, their mansion and penthouses, it’s a bit exhausting, they really can’t think of anything else to discuss. It’s fascinating that they really think that’s the way to win over a woman.”

“Well I can promise you we’re a lot more interesting than that,” Dick laughs, “We also have access to all parts of the manor, how about Jason and I give you a little tour?” Dick states rather than asks earning a questioning look from Jason about what he’s planning.

“If you insist.”

Jason knew how Dick wanted him to jump into the dating pool. He frequently tried to set him up with either other vigilantes so he wouldn’t have to worry about his partner 24/7, or an ordinary Gotham citizen where Jason could escape from Gotham’s criminals and Red Hood duties to enjoy a semi-normal life. What Jason wasn’t understanding was why Dick had a chosen a woman that he was madly attracted to as well.

As Dick began his small tour of the manor, Jason stood awkwardly alongside the woman who was attentively watching his older brother and the places he showed. Jason didn’t know if he should join in or take over, make some small talk, he was sort of frozen in place and shy. You’d think that the big bad Red Hood who always had a mouth on him since he was Robin and would break Batman’s moral code would be the last person to get nervous around a pretty girl, maybe Red Hood wouldn’t but Jason Todd would.

“And this is the library, Jason’s favorite place in the manor,” Jason was snapped out of his thoughts when Dick mentioned his name, “once he comes in here you won’t see him for hours.”

“Big reader?” It took a moment for Jason to realize that the question was for him and not Dick.

“Yea, um, yes, I love literature.”

“Really, would do you love to read?” She was now fully focused on Jason who was struggling to maintain eye contact as his cheeks and ears were colored red.

He couldn’t keep his cool physically but he could try verbally, “classics,” he responded simply, not adding more to his portion of the conversation to which Dick internally sighed to.

“Dostoevsky, Shakespeare, Austen?” The charming woman tried to get something out of the boy.

“All of them, and more of course,” Jason gave her a shy smile.

She heads towards the leather chair that Jason always sits in, making herself comfortable in his spot.

“This where you sit, get lost in all those stories you read?”

Something about her sitting in his chair made his blood rush. The way that she had made it look twice the size bigger being half the size of Jason, the way she relaxed into his chair, sinking into his molding. The boy was so mesmerized he forgot to answer her question.

Dick noticed and decided to swoop in, “Mhm, right here,” Dick drags now standing over her, “he’s a very smart guy you know with all the books he reads, runs in the family.”

She slowly shifted her gaze from Jason to Dick who was getting closer and closer, “I guess the looks do too, interesting for adopted brothers,” earning a smile from both boys.

“Excuse my brother for his shortness, we usually occupy ourselves with stunts at these galas, not beautiful women,” Dick says switching the attention back onto Jason, “he can get pretty shy.” Normally that statement would earn a punch to the shoulder or at least a nasty remark but Dick was right, Jason was pretty shy around pretty girls.

Dick and the mystery woman were now smiling at Jason who was leaned against the wall, close enough to where he can see the rise and fall of her chest, but far enough from engaging the way Dick was.

Dick gently tilts her head up with his large calloused hands forcing their gala girl to look up at him, “What do you think of my brother?”

Now it was the woman’s turn to be painted red, “I think he’s one of the most handsome and intriguing men I’ve ever seen.”

“And me?” Dick pouts.

“I think you’re one of the most handsome and charming man i’ve ever come across,” she says in a sultry tone that lures the boys in like sailors to a siren.

Both Dick and Jason’s blood is rushing, relishing in the fact that this goddess of a woman found the boys to be worthy of her attraction, that nobody else at the gala was as good as them.

“Tell me something, both of you,” she starts, “why stray from your usual chaos and shenanigans to show me around your manor?”

“You’re much more intriguing than anything we had in mind,” says Jason surprisingly boldly as he moves closer to her.

“You’re the most entertaining here tonight, baby,” adds in Dick who quickly got back his confidence after a brush to his ego.

“I heard I was beautiful too,” she teased, trying to get the higher ground again.

“I bet you get told that a lot, don’t you angel? You think that’s what those pigs were telling her Jay? How much of a pretty girl she is,” It was too late though, once Dick Grayson got wound up, he got complete control, “Now you tell me something doll, did they tell you how sexy you look in that dress of yours?” She shakes her head no, any kind of witty and teasing responses wiped from her pretty head, “Aw, well that’s just wrong, Jason tell her how good she looks in that dress.”

Both eyes are on Jason, waiting for his compliment, “She looks—you look stunning in that dress,” Dick was waiting for more, he knew Jason had the vocabulary he just needed the push, “You suit my color, red’s my favorite,” now they were getting something out of him.

“I’ll be sure to think of you when I wear red again,” god she was good. Dick had to bring the power back to him and Jason again, this all quickly became a game to him, his real entertainment for tonight’s gala.

“And what if we got rid of the red,” Dick slips the strap of her dress off her shoulder causing her to shudder, he’s in control again, “how’s that look?”

“Fuck,” Jason whispered under his breath.

“I think Jason feels the same way about it as I do,” with how quiet it was in the library his whisper was heard easily by the two, “what do you think pretty, you think it’s better?”

She felt like how Jason felt in the beginning, mesmerized and stunned. From Dick talking to her so confidently and his usage of pet names, to the way Jason was losing his fucking mind over her.

“Y’gonna answer me or are you gonna keep looking at Jay with fuck me eyes?” Dick wasn’t jealous, he was trying to tease the two, get them riled up.

Before she gets to respond there’s a knock at the door, “Master Richard and Master Jason, Master Bruce requests your attendance for at least another half hour.”

“We’ll be right out Alfred,” Richard quickly answered before Alfred could barge in on the scene, “shall we?”

Dick heads towards the door as Jason and their gala girl slowly fix themselves up, avoiding any kind of eye contact with each other.

Dick stops Jason before they head back out to the gala, “You’re welcome, Jaybird.”

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dadsbongos · 4 months

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i eat your skin - f.megumi

part of the jjk movie marathon event / movie selection … warnings - cunnilingus (fem reader), title sounds like vore smut but it isn't i promise word count - 3.7 K / rating - R

Megumi braces his hands on his knees, brows pinched tight in preemptive annoyance. Satoru spindles over him, shadowing the younger man almost completely - and it only serves to irritate Megumi that he’d refused to sit down. Furiously determined to forever humiliate his former pupil, Megumi assumes.

Or, he would, if Satoru hadn’t actually agreed to give him advice about a little… situation.

“Alright, now when you see her, look at me- seriously, look at me, Megumi,” Satoru’s face is lethally drawn, usual bright grin tugged low and serious with furrowed brows to match, “Megumi, you cannot let her intimidate you,” Megumi opens his mouth, a vile retort slithers back down his throat when Satoru interrupts, “No, I know you, and you’ll feel all sick,” he mocks a frown, even pretending to wipe tears from his eyes, “You’ll get all nervous. But you cannot let her intimidate you out of it.”

“I’ll hardly die asking her out,” Megumi rolls his eyes, one hand lathering the sweat in his palms against his sweatpants and the other scratching the back of his neck, “Maybe this just isn’t a good idea…”

“And what? Be a miserable wimp the rest of your life?” Satoru folds his arms across his chest, “You’ve liked her since you were first years.”

“And?”

“You’re graduates now!”

“So?”

“‘So,’” Satoru mimics Megumi’s sulking nature, voice deep and neanderthal-ish in nature, “Be greedier, kid!” he flicks the younger man’s forehead, “You’ll die one day. You’ll die. Whether it be on a mission, or in your hospital bed as a diseased old man - you can’t stop it. So, why deprive yourself of something you really want when it all ends the same?”

Megumi can’t exactly pinpoint the reason he even came to his old legal guardian for help over, say, Nanami. He definitely should’ve gone to Nanami, at least he could’ve given Megumi genuine advice that isn’t some children’s show morale of “just tell her how you feel!” - he could’ve done that any day.

When Megumi opens his mouth to protest, Satoru flicks him again.

“You think your special one,” Megumi gags loudly at the title, and Satoru pays it no mind, “is gonna sit around her entire life not having fun and being young? Getting dates?” Satoru nods to himself when Megumi doesn’t reply, “Duh.”

“I want this to be special,” Megumi insists, both hands coming to rest in his lap now, he squeezes them together, lacing his fingers and imagining how yours would look with him instead, “I want- “

He wants and wants and wants and does nothing.

He needs to be someone you simply can’t fathom saying no to, he needs it so bad his stomach churns just like Satoru said it would.

“Alright, I know it can be difficult for you - not being me, after all,” a large hand claps on Megumi’s shoulders and he looks up to see the beaming face attached, “But trust me, kid, this whole idea of a ‘special’ confession is archaic bullshit compared to just being yourself.”

“I thought girls liked special confessions?”

“Sexist: not all girls automatically like the same things,” his former teacher shakes his head, sighing out each disappointed fiber trapped in his soul, “And if she doesn’t accept a plain, Megumi-style date proposition, then her shock and awe over a sick-as-hell graphic novel confession isn’t going to make for a healthy relationship.”

“Hm,” Megumi bites back frustrated curses, taking the words and molding them into a more conventional way that actually makes sense. He nods, “Okay.”

“Exactly,” Satoru stands back, giving Megumi room to rise from his bed, “Oh, but one thing that does help?” the older man grins wickedly, “Eat her out. Direct line to a woman’s heart is through eating her pussy.”

“Shut up,” Megumi huffs, pointing at his wide-open bedroom door, “Shut up. Shut up and get the hell out.”

“Jeez,” Satoru yanks at the already loose collar of his plain black shirt, “I thought we left teen angst behind. Just give it some thought! And also, I wanted to ask- “

Megumi huffs, falling back onto his bed, still pointing at the door.

“If,” and in true fashion, Satoru continues, maybe even a little louder (just to prove a point), “you wanted to watch a movie?”

“No,” Megumi immediately answers.

“C’mon! It’s this or paperwork I have to do.”

Megumi’s eye roll gives Satoru no more room for pleading, and so he stalks back to the living room. Dragging his socked feet over a shaggy black rug towards the door, he takes a final peek over his shoulder at the boy on his bed. Stupid mouth in a stupid pout and stupid nose forcing stupid crocodile sniffles, Satoru acts out a picturesque performance. And if his blindfold were off, Megumi is certain he’d catch big blue eyes framed by batting white lashes.

“No, “ Megumi rolls his eyes again, “‘m going out.”

…

Blushy top with faded blue bell bottoms and a shiny, thin chain that dangles across your chest, Megumi’s eyes flit away from your figure just as quick as they’d found you. Everything’s a little murky under the purple LEDs, but he thinks you’ve worn that before. He thinks you’re somehow more beautiful now. He looks away, snaking through a narrow, picture-framed hallway at Yuuji’s back to this house’s kitchen. There are no light strips strapped across the kitchen walls, simple and plain and unflattering fluorescent bulbs send a gentle cream wash over the walls.

With only a handful of straggling bodies leaning against peeling-edged faux wood cabinets and spotted countertops, there’s more room to breathe than in the hall. Red Solo cups from every teen movie nightmare decorate hands and unnerving corners. Some more anxious part of him wants to reach out and push every precarious ruby further back into secure landing, but he doesn’t.

Two women in complimentary spaghetti strap dresses flounce out of the kitchen with looped arms. They’re sunk into the plum tank until Megumi can’t see them at all anymore.

“Oh, like that!” you muse, nudging your chin towards a pair in matching floral print dresses that reach about mid-thigh, “Exactly my point.”

“That’s hardly 70s influenced,” the man in front of you - Jirou? Junto? Jouji? you don’t really recall - shakes his head, “Just flowers.”

“No, no, look at the trim,” you’re trying your hardest not to point but this guy just cannot pinpoint the details in your mind to save his life, “It’s flowy and mesh. Sort of. That’s a little more flower child era, right?”

“I guess, if your only experience in that fashion was movies,” you huff at the response and he laughs in the face of such exasperation.

“Whatever! You’re so difficult.”

“Hobby,” it’s so plain out of his lips. Like you should somehow be expecting that snark.

“Oh my God…” you can hardly believe someone could be so obtuse. A contrarian just for the fun of it, “And are you normally invited to parties for that?”

“Oh, no,” his tone, again, betrays some delusion that you should already know the answer, but this time you do already know. Who invites a conversation killer to an event? “I got dragged here by a friend. Don’t even know who the host is.”

You snicker, one hand smothering the sight of your mouth, “That makes more sense.”

Megumi can see the hand that binds, you usually don’t string it up around those you’re close with. Like Yuuji and Nobara and Maki and Miwa from Kyoto and your friends that live closer to the coast and the friends that don’t and your parents and him. So you’d think he’d know better than to let a big, gangly, clawed, green beast sprout and grow and suck away at his gut.

Even though that hand is a sign of some rising desire to be out of that conversation, he still hates being across the room when it happens. Because that’s still some semblance of a shining star behind the flesh. Some laugh or smile he’s not next to.

And it isn’t like he hates when you’re out with others. What he hates is being in the same room with someone potentially more captivating than he is.

He hopes you like him best because he’s the most familiar and drawing, and it’s disturbing when someone else might be more homely and more charming and more absorbing. He hates the curdling illness of jealousy and he hates to be this way when you two aren’t even together, but most of all he hates that maybe you’ll prefer someone else simply because they’re better at his craft than he is.

So Megumi watches and rots quietly with thick, spindling vines spreading and tangling him to the kitchen doorway as you talk to a guy whose name he doesn’t know. It’s pathetic and waning most unbearably.

“Stop staring, it’s weird,” Yuuji chastises, chunking part of his weight against Megumi’s side, an elbow shelved on Megumi’s shoulder, “Just go up and say something, if you wanna talk to her.”

“Yeah, it’s that easy,” Megumi jerks through the vines and into the hungry waters of a living room party with a snapping, starved crowd before finding the optimal spot: a plain wall with no posters or pictures to snag and smack down.

Yuuji trails after, his white shirt reflecting a blinding shade of lavender from beneath his puffer jacket. Much easier to track down than Megumi’s gloomy, funeral-grade attire. Yuuji capitalizes on the empty space so ugly at Megumi’s side, staking claim to the wall with a huff, “It is, by the way. You two are friends. Go tell her you’re here.”

“But then I’d have to,” Megumi’s mouth zips shut, head tilting as he snakes a hand through some imaginary crowd.

“I guess,” Yuuji wants to shake Megumi at times like this. He wants to shake you too, sometimes. But mostly he imagines squeezing Megumi’s shoulders and smacking him around, but he never does.

Maybe just the first part.

All out of love.

“Okay,” so Yuuji pivots, swerving in front of his best friend and taking one shoulder in each hand, “You need to do something or you’re going to sit here and be pouty, dude.”

“I’m not pouty.”

“Biggest lie in Tokyo, brother,” Yuuji purses his lips, eyes flitting to where you are, “I’ll get her over here if you really don’t want to.”

“Hm?” Megumi’s brows furrow, neck craning closer as if he could somehow mishear the man.

“Just pretend to be busy or some shit and I’ll brave the crowd,” Yuuji goes to walk away, suddenly pausing and placing a hand over Megumi’s heart, “And if I don’t return, sing songs for me by a nice lake every anniversary.”

“Whatever,” Megumi knocks away the hand but is already pulling out his phone to perform the charade. His eyes lock onto the screen and he soldiers on to not rip them away and give slight that this was planned.

…

“Do you think I could maybe get your number?”

“Oh!” no, God no - you wish you were better at saying that, “Uh,” it’s not even as if you dislike this guy, you just don’t think any conversation with him could amount past what it has.

Wow, you’re a pain in the ass! Yeah but it’s funny, right? Not if it’s on purpose. Especially if it’s on purpose! Sure, if that’s what you think. You do think it’s funny, right? Sure. Come on, it is! Sure.

And dry replies make you want to claw your eyes out more when you have to give them than when you receive them.

So when the bony fingers of Yuuji creep upon your side, it’s like the first drink of water after sifting through thick bowls and hills of sandy desert. He leans his head down into your peripheral, grinning brightly, “Miss me?”

“Yuuji!” you cheer, turning to… Junsei? and laying a flat palm under Yuuji’s chin, “This is my buddy, who I didn’t know was coming.”

“I texted you,” he pinches your side, “Fushiguro’s busy, so I’m fetching you for the night,” and you wonder if he might feel the stiffness of your muscles and the rigid air, “Sorry, man, but she’s got serious business tonight!”

“Oh,” Junzo! Junzo’s forehead crinkles, nose wrinkling at the bluntness of this cocky new stranger, “Uh…”

“See you around,” maybe it’s a lie, maybe it isn’t. You wave and let Yuuji keep you pressed to his side. You wait until you’re certain the surrounding affairs of other people drown whatever you could say to Yuuji, “Thank you for that. He was asking for my number and I just didn’t know what to say…”

“No,’” he shrugs.

“Oh, like you could’ve done that.”

“I could’ve!”

But Yuuji can do anything, so that isn’t fair.

“‘gumi!” you cheer upon getting close to the boy, arms splaying wide before wringing yourself around his neck, “I was worried you weren’t coming!”

He hesitates before having the misfortune to hear Satoru’s words once again. Be greedier. Be greedier. So he gently settles both hands on your back, pushing you chest-to-chest, “Yeah, well, Itadori wouldn’t let me stay in.”

“Poor baby,” you step back, and Megumi takes notice in how you maintain your hands’ position over his shoulders, nails picking at fluff on his shirt.

Megumi, regrettably, can still hear Satoru in the back of his head. Greedier, greedier, greedier. It chokes him up, the idea of selfishly taking you for himself. But what really grips him is the terrible way your gaze flits from his face to other men - unintentionally, he’s sure. But it drives him wild all the same.

“I hate big parties,” Megumi boldly cradles the bend of your waist with his hand, fingers splaying wide over the curve. He tugs you closer, thighs nearly brushing, “Crowd’s a pain in the ass.”

“Ah, no, c’mon, what’s that Great Gatsby quote?” who’s to say, he hasn't read that book, “‘I like large parties. They’re so intimate…’” you shrug, bottom lip tugging between your teeth when he doesn’t show any recognition, “‘At small parties there isn’t any privacy.’”

“You actually remembered that shit?”

You titter coyly, “Maybe I saw it on one of those book quotes videos. Maybe I remembered it.”

“Well, it’s a stupid quote. There’s too much noise at big parties, it’s hard to hear people.”

“You hear me just fine,” that’s just because he’s leaning closer and trying harder than he does for most people, “Besides, I like it. At big parties you can just fuck off and do your own thing, you know? At small parties there’s this expectation to be around everyone and interact with everyone and be having fun with the group.”

Finally, it seems to click, he nods slowly, “You like to get away from the crowd?”

“Yeah,” you scratch the side of your arm, then your neck, and it’s so odd how just thinking about how uncomfortable your skin is that you can get so itchy, “Hard to do that when the crowd’s five people and a dog.”

“Well,” Megumi can feel Yuuji’s stare, and it takes everything in him to not knock the kid up his skull, “If you wanna get away, I’m sure - uh,” he’s suddenly humiliated by his own hubris, “I’m sure there’s room… upstairs…”

You grace him with a patient nod, hands lowering from his shoulders to lace your fingers together, “I’m sure there is.”

…

“So…”

Megumi nods, head slowly tilting so he’s staring up at you through his long lashes, “So.”

You lean closer, shoulder pressing and nose bumping against his, “So?”

The heat from Megumi’s cheeks wavers over you, his flesh ripe with crimson. You want to bite him. Leave a terrible mark that he couldn’t possibly cover up; maybe he’d let it bleed through his dark shirt. Maybe he’d let you lick it clean.

“You look nice,” he tucks his face down, heated skin now flush against your top. His brows furrow, uncertain, “Really nice.”

Megumi wonders what Satoru or Yuuji would do. They’re greedier than him by nature. More outgoing.

They would’ve done something years ago.

Suddenly, you grin. All sharp teeth and nails pricking over his thigh, through his pants. Your eyes stare down at him over the bridge of your nose, and you lean closer - smothering any space he’d initially put between your bodies.

“Are you gonna do something about it?”

Megumi’s eyes widen, warmth beating over his face and the back of his neck. He flails for a response, trapped under your piercing gaze, before finally settling on a response that he hopes pleases you.

“Do you want me to?”

You frown; something in his chest stings, a chord pulled awry. The tug of your lips is all a ploy, a mesmerizing color to disguise venom, “Don’t you want to, ‘gumi?” you pull away, leaning back with your hands pressed to the mattress below, “Don’t you want me?”

A cold breeze from this stranger’s open window takes up residence across Megumi’s sweltering skin. He hates it. He wants to get up from the bed altogether and slam the window shut. He wants to take you in both hands and sink himself into the softness of your skin. He thinks you’d be savory.

He wants to be certain.

So both of his hands mold to your hips, melting his exposed skin to yours.

Fingers dipping into the waistband of your bottoms, he bats his eyelashes and tucks his lower lip between fangs. He may draw blood. He cares not.

The oxygen is thin; hardly refreshing.

Megumi swallows the pooling want on his tongue, his fingers twitch against you, “Can I- “

“‘gumi…” you flatten yourself onto your back, hips tilting up into his palms, “Show me you want me.”

“Okay,” Megumi nods, air forced out of his throat through swollen hunger, “Okay.”

Once he’s gotten your pants off, Megumi presses open kisses against the inside of your thighs, following the swell to its natural apex. He digs the jab of his nose into you, lips impolitely fluttering against the seat of your panties before dipping his tongue out. Lolling the soft, soaked muscle over the clinging fabric, he feels his chest clench at how you rock your hips down into his face.

He feels one of your hands wind into his messy hair, carding through the softness. He wants to make you tug it - pull cruelly and grind against his face. Take what he gives and selfishly demand more.

Megumi groans heartily into your clothed cunt when the slickness of his saliva pulls your wetness from the cloth; when the unabashed taste of you meets his tongue.

He nearly rips your panties down your legs, settling it in a ball at his side. Heart leaping up into his jaw at the mere thought of getting his tongue into you.

Laving his tongue between your folds, Megumi licks up to your clit and circles the bud - his hips jerking down into the plush mattress when you jolt up and tug his hair. He pulls his head back only to pucker his lips and drool onto your hole, adding to the sloshing wetness before steadying his shaky fingers against you.

Sucking your clit into his mouth, Megumi begins softly. Caressing the bundle of nerves with his warm tongue, blending flat, broad strokes with precision dances of the muscle over you. Meanwhile, he slicks his middle finger into your hole and moans in response to your gasp.

When he’s sure you’re wet and stretched enough, he adds a second finger and curls them both upwards. The muscles in his arm will be aching tomorrow, but he shoves that to the back of his mind. He presses and scissors and dips inside you until the pads of his fingers find sponge, and he hits there, and there again. And again. And again. And again.

He hits there until you’re fully babbling, gushing against his swollen, pink lips and chin. And he’s starting to babble back.

Vibrations are loosely strewn together as ‘yes’ and ‘please’ and ‘cum on me’ are bound against your clit as he nuzzles closer into your heat. Burying himself between your thighs and finding himself releasing a moan into your cunt when your thighs clenched tightly around his head. The fat of your thighs snug over his ears.

Releasing your clit from between his lips with a soft ‘pop’, Megumi flays his tongue onto the exposed nerve. Hot puffs of air leave him with each groan and whimper as his desperation to make you cum hammers over him.

Finally, you yank his hair again and snap your hips into his tongue; cunt sucking his fingers in even deeper. You squeeze around him, back arching, and his name singing from your lips.

Megumi unfurls his fingers as your cum splashes out onto his waiting tongue and chin, riding you through the hurls of pleasure until your twitching legs crash back onto the mattress. Slowly, he slides his fingers out of you before licking up your excess release from the divots in your thighs and your cunt.

Unwinding your fingers, you settle for soothing his stinging scalp with gentle pets.

Eventually sitting up, Megumi gasps for air as you do, staring down at his fingers. Shining with your wetness.

“Still hungry?” you tease, voice ripped at the edges.

“Actually?” Megumi shrugs, “A little.”

The cocky air has dissipated from your body. Once tense and lively limbs were now useless against the bed.

Megumi jams both fingers into his mouth and sucks off your cum.

“Insatiable!” you huff.

Rouge has overtaken Megumi’s cheeks - worse than before - and he can’t meet your eyes after having swallowed what remained of your soak. He leans over onto his elbow to avoid crushing you, “Only when it’s you… I don’t,” he waves his hand around, “do this often…”

“Really? Could’ve fooled me.”

Megumi has to hide his grin, almost embarrassed to enjoy being praised, choosing to take up time looking around the room you’d shoved him into.

Idol posters with one constant member litter the walls. Pink concert tickets cover the desk. And many pictures with the same two people overwhelm Megumi’s sight. He feels an unsettled chill scrawl over his skin.

“Todo is going to kill me,” he grimaces.

“Was it worth it?”

Megumi doesn’t take long to respond, already trying to think of where and when he can get you under him again, “Definitely.”

Megumi’s proper death is drowning via punani tsunami *thumbs up emoji*

#jjk x reader #jjk x you #jujutsu kaisen x reader #megumi x reader #megumi fushiguro #megumi smut #megumi x you #megumi fluff #fushiguro smut #fushiguro x reader #megumi fushiguro x reader #jujutsu kaisen movie marathon event

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chaifootsteps · 3 months

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Stolas Project/Stolas rewrite anon again! Thank you so much - yes, I'll absolutely share my rewrite idea with you! Here it is:

Firstly, I think everything but the sexual abuse and childhood friends can be salvaged - the grimoire, Stella, Via, etc. A rewrite where Stolas TRULY did nothing wrong is just bland, after all. Especially as by 'tragic operatic figure', I mean characters such as the Phantom of the Opera, or Mr. Darcy. Those are men who are CERTAINLY not without fault.

In my mind, the best version of Stolas is an old man - an aloof, intimidating noble known for his personal army and his scientific brilliance. He's a bit mysterious; preferring to keep to himself and his studies. Gossip calls him 'the Hermit', 'the Astronomer', or 'the Scientist'. He loves to insert himself into mortal scientific debate, often being a 'spark of brilliance' in fellow eccentrics, or, more commonly, talent-less hacks that will only serve to spread misinformation and discourse. He's been playing the climate change game for years. NFTs were a joke made while drunk off his arse.

This would be how he's introduced - the frightening, eccentric general who keeps to himself and who rewrites the Truth based on his own hypothesis.

His isolation runs deeper than disinterest or scientific pursuit, though. Stolas is, in truth, a bleeding heart. Obviously, bleeding heart means something different for demons - he's still sadistic and likes sowing intellectual discourse, but there's a dignity to that in his eyes. The no-holds-barred, knives-out culture of his fellow nobles makes him deeply uncomfortable. Whilst he's prejudiced, the outright hostility towards imps makes his stomach churn. Science is easy because facts don't have feelings, but social gatherings do. Humans can't defame him in a way that matters.

Stolas has a reputation he's expected to uphold, and he feels as if playing socialite game or even appearing to the public at all will spell his doom. He just isn't confident in swaying the public as he is studying black holes or teaching Via how to command her father's army. He adores her, and he's terrified of what he may put her through if he makes a mistake.

This can partly be that, perhaps, Paimon is still Stolas's father and still far meaner than Stolas could ever hope to be. All the expectations of hell royalty - the cruelty, the meddling, the pleasure - all planted by his father. The rest of hell is presented as a frightening enemy, which encourages Stolas to sequester away. His army was passed down from his father, and he rarely uses it. This relationship could create a theme in children feeling unloved by their parents in Stolas that I'll elaborate on later with Via.

Combine all these aspects together, Stolas feels trapped. Trapped in his research, trapped in the bodies of tech bros and tiktok witches he peers through, trapped in his marriage, trapped by his father, trapped in his status. The shy rich scientist grows dissatisfied with expectations and with comfort. He craves freedom.

Stella isn't just an evil woman who exists to torment Stolas anymore. Their marriage IS arranged, and loveless. However I think they have a sort of Fredrick the Great and Catherine the Great dynamic - they don't have any love for eachother, but they don't want to make eachother miserable. Stella is sympathetic to his plight - she too is stern and aloof, but because she feels forced to to protect herself. She's the face of the family, and is used to playing defense. Being a woman in hell, more eyes are on her by default. Her life has been decided for her, and she has a role to play. For the sake of herself, for the sake of him, and for the sake of their daughter.

They would both do anything for Via. Via doesn't make them love eachother, but she makes them stay together to raise her. Via is aware of this, deep down, regardless of whether she catches her parents admitting it or not. Their lack of love, but persistent solidarity makes that palpable. Via grows up with the burden that stability rests on her, that love does not exist without her.

So Stolas and Stella agree - they don't have to like each-other, but they need to trust each-other for Via's sake. So long as they can be loyal, at least, they can go on and spend their lives doing their own thing. They won't interfere with eachother, won't demand anything of each other. They just need to be loyal to eachother. Stella never strays.

At first, neither does Stolas.

Blitzo trying to stealth into the party is their first meeting. Instead of taking him to his chambers to ""ravish"" him, Stolas is genuinely just looking to interrogate this most fascinating and audacious imp. Blitzo tries to seduce him, and Stolas actually rebukes the attempts. By the devil's footprints, he's a married man! What's wrong with this mongrel? The audacity! He smooths out his feathers, which have definitely only fluffed due to rage. On top of that, he catches on that Blitzo is trying to steal one of his tomes. This leads to a boiling point, and...

...The grimoire.

Rather than a plot device, the grimoire can be more symbolic to the give-and-take; the relative freedom they both feel in their relationship. I think there is real potential for exploring a forbidden gay yearning romance with real power imbalance at play, just without the rape shit. The grimoire could be a good representation of that, and its symbology relevant to their relationship can be based on how it's shared between them. I can see its relevance be handled several ways: a) A pact. Most like canon as far as I know. HOWEVER, there is no sexual favor coercion bullshit. it's strictly a business deal/typical devil pact. Blitzo's desperation and hubris have bungled his introduction to Stolas so badly that he's drawn the Hermit's attention. He can have his grimoire, but he must bring it back to Stolas and must consider himself as one of Stolas's legionnaires. While Blitzo can't really say no, having pissed off a demonic prince, it isn't for sexual coercion and neither consider themselves to have legitimate romantic or sexual feelings for eachother. That's a slowburn, stemming from Stolas's fascination for Blitzo's free spirit and Blitzo discovering Stolas's gentle, socially awkward science nerd side. Also creates a jumping board for episodes where IMP runs tasks for Stolas and it's more like watching a Batman episode from the perspective of Joker's goons.

b) A gift with strings attached. Instead of getting angry, Stolas becomes pitying of Blitzo. He offers the grimoire as a "kindness" (though with an air of condescension against imps that makes Blitzo uneasy) instead of a punishing pact, but still has Blitzo agree to bring the book back to him and to be willing to act as Stolas's dagger in the shadows should he demand it.

From there, their relationship becomes defined as an uneasy business truce. In my mind, Stolitz would work best as two people trying to seek freedom, potentially finding it in eachother, but their relationship is affected by the same metaphorical shackles they're trying to escape from - for Blitzo far more than Stolas. Even without any of the SA bullshit, Stolas still has a lot of power in this dynamic, even if he's well-meaning. But Stolas is a deeply repressed man, and Blitzo represents that running away, that freedom he's been looking for. But he's also a reminder of what he has to lose, should he give into temptation.

Stolas's kidnapping can be a turning point (instead of kidnapped by his wife and Striker, a character whose service to Stella butchers that character in his own right, perhaps he's kidnapped by a rival noble or by that weird mafia I know jackshit about), and in their business dealings they have lots of little moments of vulnerability that pile up. Stolas shows Blitzo his research as Blitzo is turning in a hit, Stolas starts helping Blitzo's business stay afloat in ways WITH no strings attached, etc. Look My Way happens during Stolas's moment of realization that he does have feelings for Blitzo, the audacious, free-spirited little imp that dared to steal from the Hermit.

I think we can keep his gag of terrifying, lust-filled speeches too - just have them be during moments of consent instead of unprompted sexual harassment. Stolas finally crumbles and begins admitting what he wants to do with Blitzo, and it snowballs into a rabid tirade that marks Blitzo down as scared and horny. It makes their confession and move into something like lovers exciting, intense, and silly, and it devolves into a night of passion. For a moment, they're both free.

But he experiences REAL consequences for his infidelity, with no 'oh poor baby Stolas' rigamarole. Stella is rightfully furious at him. The ONE thing they agreed to, and he couldn't even uphold that. She is devastated, and for once in her life is sided with. I don't think anyone besides her cares about the morality of cheating all that much, it's more-so about the tarnished status and the fact he couldn't even get away with it. Still, the family name is ruined and he loses MANY comforts in the divorce, including his daughter.

But more than that, his relationship with Via will never be the same. You can still have episodes where Via tries to bond with him, but Stolas committed (and by virtue of being with Blitzo, continues to commit) the sort of betrayal that never really gets healed by time. In her eyes, her father finally got sick of playing house and abandoned her for a new family that she never even met. She feels failed and replaced.

From there, you can have an arc of Stolas trying to adjust after the fallout of his infidelity, and can have Blitzo closing himself off from their messy intimacy (rather than trying to escape a sexually abusive relationship). Stuff like that.

That's my take on a better Stolas. Hope you enjoyed reading!

Holy hell, I was on the edge of my seat all throughout this! This was sublime.

Thank you for that five minute vacation to a better word.

#Anonymous #Stolitz critical #helluva boss critical #viv stuff #actual blog post #Stolas rewrite anon

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@muffinsin I blame you for this, I write the reader point of view of reader you write Cassandra, deal? deal.

Fucked up! Reader x Cassandra dimitrescu

Warning: violence Cassandra being Cassandra, really what do you expected of this tag?

You always have been a Little... different that's what your family used to say. You were blunt and honest but the thing that trouble them most was your prediction for violence.

You got in a fight with a neighbor when you were a kid, your father had to pick you off the boy, the rock you grabbed to beat him was full of blood.

People keep their children away from you after that. Your parents too keep their distance.

Now all grow up, you are in the Dimitrescu Castle, working as a maid. The only thing you hated was the dress. As for everything else...

"AHHHH PLEASE LADY DANIELA I'M SORRY"

You actually don't mind. People die all the time, people suffer all the time and nobody of them were someone that you particularly care for, so being in a castle full of death and blood was pretty easy for you, do your job and that's all.

Rounding the corner, you see a pretty common scene.

"Look what have you done! My favorite sword has a scratch! You useless woman!"

" I'm s-orry Lady Cassandra my arm was tired and I-AHH"

The cut was fast and made with lethal precision. The arm was in the carpet, it will be a pain to clean luckily this was not your assigned area.

"Not tired anymore I bet"

The maid keep screaming, until Cassandra cut her head in another clean swipe of sickle. You can't stop the low hum in your throat. She looked at you her sadistic smile displaying her fangs.

"What is little morsel? Want to be next?"

She was full of blood, ready to cut your head too but the only thing you could think was:

"That was a clean cut my lady, you have a steady hand"

Cassandra freezes for a moment, you get closer to the body not too much as you still have to clean and getting your uniform dirty before that was a bad idea.

"You also have to be pretty strong or have a sharp weapon to make this so smoothly"

You stand up. Looking at the still frozen fly girl.

"Truly impressive"

At the end of your words Cassandra just swarmed away, her prey forgotten in the floor. You shrug walking to your duties.

For a moment you though that she was blushing.

The next day there is a leg outside your door something carved in the skin.

"How is this cut for you?"

Again it was very precise but what caught your attention was the handwriting, it was messy and the message feels like if she was pouting when she wrote it.

"Aww, My lady is pretty cute"

You hear something move above you, looking fast you catch part of one swarm, you know exactly what sister was spying. You laughed softly, very cute indeed.

The next week you were assigned to take some things to the dungeons. A chore that all the maids are terrified to do, the scream of the unfortunate souls trapped there and the sadistic daughter that was always ready to take more were more than enough to make them beg at the feet of the head maid for a change that like them never comes.

You just pick the box and go. The screams were annoying but you just tune then out, you put the thing down. Looking around you see one of the victims, Stella?Sara? you don't remember, she had cuts all around her body, how long was she here? Was two weeks ago? Three? And she was still alive?

"Seeing your future, little maid?"

You flinch surprised. You don't hear her come.

"I make sure to keep her miserable as long as possible by-

"Making cuts that are painful but not mortal, absolute brilliant, nothing less of expert like you"

You take a look around you see a man being held by hooks that goes through his hands, his legs are broken you can see that clearly, either he put his weight in the legs or in the hands , both choices painful.

"Very creative"

Full of curiosity you keep exploring. Praises to Cassandra talents never stopping

"Astounding"

" Visionary"

"Imaginative"

Until you feel the swarm pick up you up and rapidly throw you outside and closing the door as fast.

"Rude"

You stand up going to report the head maid of your completed chore.

If you could saw through walls you would have see a peculiar image of the so called monster sitting on the other side of the door, face red, hugging herself and purring happily.

More limbs were given to you as well as some organs, luckily they were of animals, so you cooked them. You keep a journal were every gift is written some examples were :

Deer leg with the following message *you have pretty eyes*"

Boar heart *Did you know they are the most similar to humans? * she is such a nerd

Full Bunny *Small like you* the small was more like a smoll it made you laugh.

One day a group of hunters try to raid the castle and kill the monsters inside, they only end giving you more work.

Bodies, blood and all kind of gore is in the floor AND in the carpet. It will be a pain to clean, even lady Bela it's looking at you with pity. You sigh pulling you sleeves up when you are tackled by certain brunette.

"Are you okay?! Did they hurt you?! Tell me who-"

"I'm fine lady bela take care of them"

"You took three"

"oh yeah, that reminds me"

You point at the three bodies.

"They are all yours Lady Cassandra"

The sisters have a particular rule, prey that they hunt, prey that they eat. Cassandra was the strongest not the fastest, Daniela and Bela surely got more than her.

"I killed them so they are mine but i don't gonna eat it so they are all yours."

Cassandra keep looking at your face you cleaned her face with you apron the only red was in her cheeks, she was so cute that you can resist it anymore you grabbed her neck and kissed her, it took a few seconds but he eagerly returned the kiss.

"FINALLY, the pining was killing me"

"SHUT UP DANIELA"

You were in a relationship with the sadistic sister something that you still were processing, you could easily live freely without working at all. But you were sorry for Bela having to work with short staff because her sisters were little shits with zero self control. So you keep working, in Cassandra side mostly and sometimes in Daniela.

Today was one of that days were you work was in Daniela hall. Everything was going well until a new maid decided to ruin the mood

"I told you, someday that bitch a Cassandra will get what she deserves, maybe I could let her live if she eats my pussy real good".

The other maid was new too but a lot smarter she looked like she wanted to stay away from her and was making signals to the absolute imbecile that was talking.

" I would tear her ap-UGH"

You grabbed her head and bashed her harder against the wall.

One, two, three, four, five, six, seven. She is out.

You let go of her head and looked at the other maid she just picked up her cleaning tools and continue her job, she was learning fast.

You walk and pick one leg of the imbecile, you start walking to the library were you beloved was having a sisters day.

No one interrupt you or try to help her. They know better.

The newbies considered you a depraved traitor. Sleeping with the monster that could kill them any day. But still survival is priority so they keep working.

The older considered you a blessing. The amount of death and injury since you started dating Cassandra was lower. Keep working, Survival is priority.

You were at the doors of the library you opened the door.

"knock first I know you have manners"

"aw did Draga mea miss me so much?

Focusing on the sickle on the table you entered in the room, dropping the maid in the middle of the room you pick the sharp blade.

You bend and grab the little bitch head again, you pull out her tongue and with a quick swing cut it out.

"AHH-UGH"

You grabbed her again and bashed her against the floor again.

One, two, three, four, five. She is out.

You dropped her and walked to your beloved, you throw the sickle on the table, she was silent looking at you with that pretty blush, so adorable.

You grab her chin, kissing her deeply until she is panting, the blush in her face just grow bigger and the soft purr in her chest is music, yours she is totally yours.

Grabbing her gloved hand you drop the tongue, you point to the crying woman in the floor.

"Here my love, a snack"

You kissed her again.

"I still have duties to attend, I see you later."

She looked like a lovesick puppy. A puppy whom you will play with later. What a good life.

#resident evil village #cassandra dimitrescu #my work

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mcflymemes · 1 year

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THE PARENT TRAP PROMPTS * assorted dialogue from the 1998 film

what's going on?

i have class and you don't.

i'll tell you what i'm gonna do.

what was your mother like?

i agree. it totally sucks.

we actually did it!

still biting those nails, i see.

oh, don't do this to me. i'm already seeing double.

any of your pictures ruined?

it's time to break up this little love fest.

you're young, beautiful, sexy...

i may never be alone with you again.

what do you expect? to live happily ever after?

what did you call me?

yes. to all of the above.

ooh, let me help you with that.

you know, sometime if we're ever really alone maybe we could talk about what happened between us.

i'm sorry, it's just i've missed you so much.

get the picture?

it ended so fast.

wow, suddenly you're so interested in math!

have you seen your father?

i would pay big money to see that woman climb a mountain.

who are you, robert de niro? yes, i am talking to you.

you probably don't remember me...

if that's the way you want it, then let the games begin.

this arrangement really sucks.

come here, we have to talk.

i think there's something on your head.

i love oreos. at home, i eat them with peanut butter.

okay, sorry. got a little nervous!

the man went completely ashen like i was the bloody ghost of christmas past.

can one of you get something cold for my head?

this is so scary.

i promise i'll make your lives miserable.

i think it's an awesome idea. inspired. brilliant, really.

i know. it seems like it's been forever.

okay, on the count of three, we'll show them to each other.

this is beyond coincidence. this is beyond imagination!

i know she was really beautiful.

most people find that totally disgusting.

totally, it's like a dream come true.

will you stop thinking about your stomach at a time like this?

i'm really thirsty.

i think you're kind of missing the point.

hey, you sounded just like me!

i learned it at camp.

it's me or them.

let's discuss this calmly. calmly and rationally.

this is so scary.

i've never been so happy in my entire life.

i have a brilliant beyond brilliant idea!

excuse me?

may your life be far less complicated than mine.

that's where i have to go.

what are you doing here?

we were so young. we both had tempers, we said stupid things so i packed.

i made the mistake of not coming after you once. i'm not going to do that again no matter how brave you are.

what has gotten into you?

you didn't come after me.

that's perfectly... perfect. have fun.

you can't get married!

i'm not so hungry anymore.

that really doesn't matter anymore.

i suppose you just expect me to go weak at the knees, and fall into your arms, and cry hysterically.

don't shut your eyes!

i'm going to take the lead.

we have a butler?

we decided to switch places.

honey, you never looked better.

this is where we're eating?

that girl is without a doubt the lowest most awful creature to ever walk the planet.

can i hug her?

how exactly are we paying for this?

i'm supposed to, aren't i?

start unzipping.

go on, just do it.

i'm crawling back into bed, and sleeping 'til lunch.

i'll make you a little deal.

i didn't even know you spoke french.

nobody. forget i mentioned it.

i've loved you your whole life.

that does not sound like a possibility, babe.

it'll totally ruin completely everything!

you wanna know the real difference between us?

how did you know that?

that would be correct.

you have no idea.

mine's a pathetic little thing.

i just hope that one day you could love me as me.

thank you, thank you very much!

don't look at me. i don't know a thing.

you're g ood, but you're just not good enough.

what are you rummaging in your trunk for this time?

don't you realize what's happening?

this is so freaky.

if i didn't know any better, i'd say it's almost like you were... forget it. it's impossible.

i hope you're not mad because i love you so much.

loser jumps into the lake after the game.

i changed a lot over the summer.

i've never seen you and i've dreamt of meeting you my whole life.

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I need to infect everyone with my current rarepair hyperfixation brainrot so strap in, here’s why Asclepius and Florence Nightingale FGO should kiss.

Okay so Nightingale and Asclepius are two people that have been stated in multiple places to get along really well and generally work really well together. He described her as a perfect assistant and she’s just thrilled to be around him, and you’ve got moments like here where he admires her as a necessary and valuable part of the medical field that is critical to him being able to exist, but is outside of the field of what he does.

On a surface level they’re great coworkers who care a lot about similar things — Asclepius the advancement of medicine to eventually beat death, and Nightingale the elimination of disease. They’d spend a lot of time working together and not minding that the other is intensely single-minded in their focus. It doesn’t matter that Asclepius is a socially awkward mess of a man whose interest in disease means he’s terrifyingly blasé about the emotional well-being and safety of those around him, because Nightingale is so Berserker-addled that she would beat a man to death with a chair if she thought that meant curing him. He would completely accept that she’s a menace and a monstrosity because he doesn’t even think she IS a menace — her methods are different, sure, but intriguing, and he takes her seriously no matter what.

On a much deeper level, Nightingale is a fucked up person who exists in constant agony and her character arc is MISERABLY sad. Her interludes end with her giving up her sanity to be a better servant for her master because it is impossible for her to maintain her reason and also her functionality as a Servant. Her third ascension shows her bandaged and beaten to represent how strengthening her, ascending her, making her a better servant is actually unhealthy for her — it makes the core contradiction in her character worse and further throws her into the nightmare she’s trapped in. Nightingale is traumatized by Crimea — she saw a filthy war, where mites infested all the medical supplies and disease ran rampant among those she cared for. She saw people dying that shouldn’t have had to die but perished purely because of the stubbornness of those in charge and a pervasive apathy towards their subordinates quality of care. War is hell and soldiers die in agony, and no one FUCKING RESPECTED HER because she was a woman so she could allow herself no softness or tenderness in fighting that hell as a soldier against disease.

…now in Chaldea she is a soldier again and she has been forced into a role where she must fight once more. Her class container means she must fight; as much as people like kissing servants their role is fundamentally to wage war and kill things so it is impossible for Nightingale, a nurse obsessed with preserving life, to happily exist in her class container without it destroying her sense of self.

So she does. With her own hands she kills her humanity.

Except…

God fucking damn would Asclepius hate that.

Because destroying one’s humanity is what a god would do and Asclepius fucking hates that so much.

So picture Asclepius, a man who has said that Nightingale is essentially his bedrock — that she is necessary to create a bastion of care — having to confront the idea that this woman he works so flawlessly with, who he communicates so well with completely wordlessly (something I am sure he highly prizes) is about to become something he hates. He’d have to confront her suffering, her agony, and… beyond even just ‘I care about her’, it would be a matter of ‘I need to treat her disease’. So he’d beg her not to do it and further beg her to be his patient.

And that’s something that Nightingale has never had.

Nightingale is the definition of ‘caring for others at the expense of the self’. The lady with the lamp sits at the bedside of others, she isn’t gently cared for herself… and she can’t be, because if she’s seen as Someone to be Cared For, she is then in danger of becoming someone To Be Disrespected because she’d be _weak_ and she can’t have THAT she’s fought so HARD to be taken seriously in a world that’s always dismissed her because she doesn’t have a goddamn dick. But Asclepius has never been like that, has he? Her gender has never been part of the equation for him and, furthermore, there’s never been a moment where Asclepius doesn’t take Nightingale 100% seriously. In fact, he admires how efficiently she can knock a man out and gag him. Also, Asclepius loves his mom and Atalante would have killed him if he didn’t drink respect women juice, so if she’s his patient it’s fine, that won’t do anything to jeopardize her position.

So Asclepius, who’s bad with loss, is caring for Nightingale who has never been cared for before, and I’ll admit that it’d probably verge into the territory of Intimate Healing as he tries to find a way to lessen the pain in her spirit origin and keep her sane. And like, it’d work — Nightingale would have been given another role to fulfill, something else to be other than a Servant and a Solider, which would give her… clarity. And Asclepius and Nightingale wouldn’t be able to talk about the emotional ramifications of him seeing her eyes clear and her not being in pain for once, because they’re both stupid idiots, but emotionally it’d be there. He’d be successfully caring for this woman who is the bedrock of all of his ambitions and everything that he finds important, and she’d be cared for by someone who understands the weight of what she’s trying to do and has never once invalidated it.

Embracing him is fine, it’s alright, because Asclepius is so incredibly clean. There’d never be a bug on him. He’d never be the least bit filthy.

And like, moments of sanity would do things to Nightingale. It’d make her easier to reason with but it’d also give her the space to maybe try to find a way to occupy her class container that doesn’t bring her Constant, Unending Suffering. She might not have the words for her love for Asclepius, and she might be an unromantic idiot who forgets Valentine’s Day and probably has no conception of going on a date, but it’s there and she doesn’t want to become what he hates, so she tries to be a little more like a fully rounded person than a murder nurse. And… she wants better for him too. She wants people to like him and see how wonderfully kind and sweet he is, which she might accomplish by threatening people into being nice to him, but it’d also manifest in her trying to get people to understand him and wanting him to maybe talk to other people about more than just new medical techniques.

In return, Asclepius would look at Nightingale and see a human being, not an Angel or a Devil. A beautiful, wonderful, strong human being whose loss would ruin him on so many levels.

and I wish there was more art of them kissing, dammit.

#fgo #fate grand order #shipping meta #Florence nightingale #Asclepius #long post #asclepigale

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myngxy-sue · 6 months

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In an alternate AU where Sanne does stay with Jean longer than she should have is because of the significant age gap and the fact she had just turned 18 when they met.

But compared to the other girls he got involved with, Sanne left before he could ruin her life because she noticed the red flags and decided to prioritize her wellbeing over his wants.

It still hurt her, though. She spent much of her life up to that point living with a family that didn't appreciate her and only kept her around for what she could do for them.

So when this older man, a celebrity no less, tells her all these honeyed words about how hard she works and how much he seems to appreciate her, it made Sanne swoon. Top that with all the promises of being good to her. She felt he was just the kind of man she was looking for.

Only for her to end up miserable throughout the duration of their relationship. She didn't realize at first that she was putting in all the effort, making all the sacrifices to keep everything afloat. Jean, on the other hand? He doesn't have to change a thing because he has this girl willing to put in all the work while he still carries on like a bachelor.

Thankfully, Sanne was sensible enough not to let him dictate her life too much. She still maintained her job working at a luxury fashion house, and she kept her friends close, which helped her a lot when she finally bailed.

She finally realized the trap she got herself into one night when she woke up at just the right time. Jean had actually gotten bold enough to cheat while she was still in the apartment.

Jean tried to sedate her so she couldn't wake up while he was screwing another woman. But she woke up. And, aside from overhearing the supposedly love of her life sleeping with someone else, she ended up getting a bombshell dropped on her.

Jean knew that Sanne wanted to marry him. And while he never outright said he would, he made it seem like it was a possibility.

But that night, she found out that he had no intention of marrying her at all. He was going to dangle the idea in front of her to keep her in line. And if he finally got tired of her? He would use the excuse that white folk and people of color wouldn't be able to get married despite interracial marriage being legalized in Texas for a while now. But he wanted to keep her as long as possible because she took such good care of him.

That was the moment Sanne realized that Jean was no different from her family. He also just wanted her only for what she could provide for him and nothing else.

And as distraught as she was, Sanne started planning her escape right away. She didn't confront him at all even though she wanted to. But that was because she wanted to disappear from his life. And if he's aware, he might be on the lookout for signs of her leaving.

Sanne reaches out to her friends in private, arranging for her to move in with one of them until she can invest in her own apartment. And thanks to Jean spending a lot of time away from her and them having separate rooms, she was able to pack all her stuff and find the perfect day to leave without him knowing.

She wouldn't leave anything for him. She just left.

During that time of healing, Sanne realized how she was pretty much scammed into a relationship and thus she began being picky about men and keeping herself unreachable until she was sure he was someone she could trust at her most vulnerable.

But at that point, she decided to prioritize her career, her friends, and her wellbeing as well, so dating wasn't a focus for quite some time.

And while she gains the reputation of being cold and the media takes every opportunity to try and drag her, Sanne would rather have than degrade herself for male validation.

#something's wrong with sunny day jack #sdj oc #sdj mc #sdj au #sdj jean #sunny day jack mc #sunny day jack oc #sunny day jack jean #headcanon #sanne lambert #jean laurent #oc x canon #toxic relationship #sdj #sunny day jack #sunny day jack au

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oodlesndoodles · 2 months

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I WROTE ALOT MORE

MORE KALE:

Description of her :

She’s a short girl, standing at 5`2. Her hair is wavy (some hair strands are a bit more curly than others) with a curtain bang haircut. She wears (from the ruins to two years with sans & papyrus) a dark cyan-green ish sweater with what she claims to be Ivy embroidered on it (it’s kale…) soft yellow stitches brighten up her leaves for the most part on her sweater. Kale is known for being a dweeb who tucks in her shirt and puts on a nice belt. Her pants are baggy and long corduroys. Her mother didn’t bother buying her nice and comfortable clothes. So the school’s donations will have to do. She has cream/peach colored skin with a rosy nose and cheeks. She wears a pair of combat boots with just a bit of heels. (The heels put her at 5`4)

Kale is an intelligent and always stressed, high expectations from her demanding and unloving mother (and herself) makes it hard to catch a break.

Her mother :

A cold and callous woman with a nack for making her daughter’s life much more miserable than it already is! Mrs.Estrella is a widow to a very successful and loved man. She’s a beautiful woman who can’t stop gossiping. Her morals are around the grey. Would she kill someone’s.. depends did they ruin her designer clothes? Kale’s life at home isn’t the prettiest, from mental abuse to bullying from her mother.

This widow never wanted a child, Kale was a curse to her. How on earth was she suppose to live carefree if there’s a whiny little brat always in her stunning curls? So one day, she sends kale on her way to pick “the prettiest flower” all the way at the tallest cave at mount ebbt. That’s right folks you’ve heard it hear first IT WAS KALE’S MOTHER WHO STARTED THE DOMINO EFFECT. Much like chara, Kale sees humans (her mother influenced this) as revolting and unforgiving creatures once toriel explains why she and the other monsters are down underground.

With papyrus and sans :

here Kale is much more stressed, she out in the open and always with in of the skeletons. But she can’t spar, and one of pretender’s honest confessions (I think he’d be honest or drop a hint that he’s not the best fighter) makes her always on edge. She begs papyrus to help her get stronger so in case anything happens, she’ll be able to defender herself or them. Of course papyrus agrees but it’s very kiddie level stuff. She didn’t learn much. But after five years in snowdin. She tries to go out exploring. Some time she befriends MK, becomes a role model for him. She teaches him human behavior to help him “lure” better. For all he knows, she’s a very good shapeshifter. Until undyne tries to kill her. Undyne gets used to Kale after a few mercies and close calls. It took a lot but kale manages to show undyne. Her respect and passion for the monster race! That brings us to the echo flower scene, K wants to gift the skeleton brothers something as a thank you for all their hard work. She knows she a burden. She sees it every time there’s a close call, or a struggle. It makes her feel horrible to know she can’t do anything. But the idea is for her to get something for pretender & papyrus at the lab! She sees all the photos of that one scientist, she aware he’s import. so she assumes she’ll just have to make their day by getting something of his for them. Little did she know a certain yellow lizardfolk is waiting for her.

The lab scene :

The lab is quiet for sure, Alphys lost in her madness(how I drew her in my comic er, that I’ve realized no one’s seen but the targeted audience. Spot. Eherhhhh) anyway she she’s food deprived and looking for a bit of a snack. When she smells a certain human. Kale is unaware of Alphys or her presence until she’s being changed down winding hallways, cluttered with loose wires, stacked up paper work and other obstacles. Kale ends up tripping a trap. A door opens from under her feet and she lands in a small pit (like a classic trap, it’s filled with spikes!) luckily, kale is very very petite and only hit a few spikes. But they were enough to skim her eye; causing the scar down her face, impale her upper tight, and her left arm. Very painful. So the idea is MTT helped her escape and stalled for kale, I think she’d make it to around waterfall before asking monster kid to get pretender. She’s not doing so hot. So she settled down next to some echo flowers and chats with them until help comes.

That’s all for now 😏

dopple!tale and its characters (besides kale and her mother) is made by @spotaus or @spotlightstudios

#oodlesndoodles nonsense #oodles of doodles #oodles can write #kale estrella #kale e #kindness #doppletale #i’m not tagging everyone 😭✋#Mrs.Estrella

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streets-in-paradise · 1 year

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Best Friends Till the End - Andy Barclay x (Fem) Childhood Friend!Reader - Part 6

Masterlist

Word Count + 6 K

Warnings: Pretty much the same warnings of the previous chapter.

Summary: Too many findings for one day leave you confused and emotionally exhausted, but when the night approaches you come to Andy with an offer he can't reject.

Notes: Sorry for taking so long with the upload, I had a bit of a writer’s block derived on how much i wanted to write this part. I got too perfectionist during the writing process and that delayed me a lot.

Tags: @losersclubisms

“CHUCKY HAS A WIFE?” You wondered out loud, in horror. “ HOW?”

Andy hated to drop that specific piece of information to you like that, especially after the very personal conversation you had. It happened only because you were resting back at your home and he wanted to make a flattering joke about your acting when circumstances forced you to pretend to be his wife, only that he forgot that for it to work you had to know about Tiffany.

“ Shit… Sorry… I didn’t mean to… I mean, so many years have passed and there are certain things I normally don’t have to over explain. Mostly because I don’t talk about this with anybody. I… just… forgot you haven’t been around.” He apologized, some of the cute nervously returning because he was afraid of screwing things up. “ It’s complicated, but yes. Believe it or not, he is married.”

“ So…, Strawberry Shortcake or Raggedy Ann? Which brand is she?”

He had no idea of where to start, but at least your jokes managed to keep him motivated.

“ That is the blurry part. As far as I know she was a woman, his old partner in crime back when he was the boogeyman on the news…”

“ … The Lake Man. “ You cutted him off to correct.`` I created my own childish mythology around him and I beg you to respect it. In the field of initial education we have created a term, those are called children theories and are really important. He was not the boogeyman, but maybe he could have been friends with the boogeyman.``

“ Fine, whatever. The point is that the Lake Man had a Lake Lady that we were unaware of.” Andy recalled, returning to the original track of the conversation. “ She was human, then he killed her so she got inside a doll, then woman back again. Her name is Tiffany Valentine and she is the bitch that keeps bringing him back no matter how many times he gets killed.”

The much needed explanation frustrated you. Not because of its content, but in the implications.

“ Crazy, isn’t it? That asshole gets to have someone by his side at the end of the day. He is married to this woman that drags him out of the mud while we are too broken to keep a relationship.” You commented, trying not to sound exactly as bitter and disappointed as you were feeling. “ When I think about Chucky and I do it as an adult, not as the little girl I was, there is only one thing I found that somehow brings me comfort. I wonder how miserable life must be in that doll body. “

What you had to say wasn’t easy to admit, but it was your truth.

“Before you came back to tell me about how he supposedly embraced that form, I would twirl my mind around the desperation he had when he was willing to take you in order to escape. Consider that plan seriously: the dysphoria regarding age would have driven him even more insane, he would have been a man trapped in the body of a kid. Think of Claudia from ‘Interview with the Vampire’, that would have been his fate for a good chunk of years… and he killed trying to get that. Why? He wanted to be human, I get it. But what truly means to be human?“

He was silent, attentive to your quasi philosophical spite ramble.

“ Humanity is social and the doll is like being a ghost with extra steps, nobody really sees you. I convinced myself with this idea of a lonely Chucky who's already broken mind gets progressively damaged by the extreme isolation in his form of life. A Chucky that can’t really talk to anyone over the age of ten, a Chucky that cloned himself into multiple dolls so he could get some freaking adult company. I want to think he didn’t embrace the doll, but resigned to his curse. He is the only one in his species, a sort of Gollum or Bigfoot… A Frankenstein monster, and I was enjoying imagining that was his punishment for what he did to us… Turns out he isn’t alone and he isn’t paying shit.”

The theory was fascinating, Andy felt sorry for ruining it for you because it was deeply disturbing at a psychological level. A creative punishment that he didn’t consider before due to the lack of introspection on his own acquired isolation. Chucky ending up alone just like him, made a loner through his own lifestyle after he ruined his chances for a normal social life.

It was too good, he himself wished he could get convinced of it. For so, he focused on bringing in points to keep it standing despite some refutative facts.

“ I told you he is married, never said he is happy. You already know the act is not an automatic recipe for domestic bliss.”

“ Don’t sugarcoat it for me.” You complained right away. “ You can’t throw a ‘ he seems to be doing better than us but in fact he is miserable’ card now. I’m not buying it.”

“ What if I tell you that his wife is trapped in your worst nightmare?” He pointed out, knowing that part would make you feel vindicated. “ I sincerely think Chucky doesn’t love her, they are together because he needs her. Tiffany is more a minion than a wife: he keeps her for convenience either for his evil plans or simply to have someone around. She may be aware of that or not, but that woman is giving a lot for a man who doesn’t give a shit about her. Every once in a while he gets tired of her and things get really ugly.“

Despite the affirmation getting a shy half smile from you, it didn’t end your skepticism. There was no possible situation you could imagine happening where Andy could have veridically got so much information about the marital life of Chucky. How many hours of talking would that require? No fight could have lasted so much, not with his characteristic quickness of movements.

Chucky liked to talk with his hostages, you did remember that. He talked a lot with you, he even told you that story about the woman he hurted the same way he intended to hurt your mother. You couldn’t know for sure that was true, but he was damn serious about it and you believed him. He clearly had no issues about telling disturbingly intimate things to the poor fools he would capture.

“ You sound like some trusting co-worker of many years used to hear him bitch about his wife all day.”

He had no confessable explanation for that, so he seeked to conclude by bringing the chat back to the joke that started it all.

“ My point stands: our fake marriage is better than theirs.”

“ Your sister may say you are bad at acting, but there is at least one role that you have always played perfectly since we were kids. “ Was your sweet comeback. “ I got a bit jealous of my character, you know? What a lucky girl, she is married to a handsome guy who adores her. The bad part is that she was pregnant and that made me feel sick, but the rest was dreamy.”

The praise felt a bit too deep, as intense as it was from your part. Even if you were just teasing him as a mock, Andy loved it.

“ Pregnancy aside, i hope you where comfortable playing pretend with me.”

You weren’t hiding anymore, at least not from intentionality.

“ I enjoyed playing her, that man she got is the whole package. If he was single, I would date him in a heartbeat but I wouldn't get in between because I am not a homewrecker… What a wonderful guy, I wonder where can I get one like him.”

“ Well, he has learned his lesson after ignoring her for his friend on his birthday.”

The flirting began to be obvious enough for him to start thinking he could have a chance with you, but he was just too neurotic to enjoy of that without worrying for the many times in which he had fucked things up with other women. He didn’t want to ruin whatever he seemed to be doing good with you, his brain freezing while seeing you staring at him post reaction to the joke wondering if that was a good moment to confess.

Unfortunately, he waited too long and the arrival of his sister interrupted the moment.

“ Tell her about Jennifer Tilly. People tend to trust celebrities so she has to be aware.”

That part was the weirdest and it surely got the less composed reaction from you. Contrary to your exhaustive elaboration on your wishes for Chucky’s suffering, you were unapologetically dumb to the bizzarre tale. Apparently, his wife was living the fabulous life of an actress she possessed, which ruined the point Andy had regarding her struggles that were supposed to make you feel some sense of justice.

Your mother got married to a man who never loved her and their marriage was a source of suffering for you while growing up, but you didn’t have millions of dollars as comfort. However, you felt terrible about the poor woman who was being her victim,which also brought to your mind a perhaps weird question to make.

“ Andy, look at me and swear it on your mother… No! Better you both swear on Andy’s mother that you will tell me the truth.”

You sounded so serious that no one would have dared to do otherwise. Kyle put a hand on her chest and encouraged her brother to do the same.

“ Fine,we do it. We swear on Andy’s mother that we will not lie or hide shit to you.”

You stared deathly into their eyes, as if you were evaluating the promise in seek of authenticity proving, then proceed to vent your doubt.

“ Has anyone, I repeat, ANYONE… played a Freaky Friday on Jamie Lee?”

The siblings stared at each other, unable to believe that was the issue that they had to deal with from your part. You were just worried about the Halloween actress because you were a fan.

“ Don’t worry, she is fine.” Andy answered first. “ As far as we know, Miss Tilly is the only famous person being unwillingly dragged into the mess.”

“ Oww, sweetheart! Is Jamie that important to you? ” Kyle followed. “ I know you like Halloween, but that was pretty drastic. You freaked us out.”

“ Daphne from Scooby Doo and Jaimie Lee’s Laurie Strode were my role models when growing up, so forgive me for caring a bit too much. “ You attempted to explain, making your audience fear for another ramble. “ Do you know how hard I cried the first time I watched Halloween as a little girl and I saw a grown up girl hiding in a closet that looked just like the one Andy made me hide in? And when the killer got to her and she had to fight? I grew up to that, processing my feelings through her, then she made her comeback a decade later and I saw her behead him. Kyle, I felt peace watching that! Ever since then I know that I want to chop off Chucky’s head. Only that way will I feel strong again.”

It may be linked to some cathartic moment you got from a movie experience, but your expressed wish of decapitating Chucky was a bit familiar. Kyle directed a complicit but mockfull glance towards her brother and he knew he was going to get teased to no end about that.

" You forgot you can't behead Chucky, not at least if you want him dead" Andy told you, patiently explaining back that random fact. " That hasn't changed, the body can still move headless and the head can survive bodiless."

" Forget logic: It was a revenge fantasy. I had control and he would never see me as his weak scared pawn anymore." You defended yourself, then stopped for an instant as a powerful idea was crossing your mind. " What if we could save Miss Tilly? She may not be Jamie Lee, but she deserves better than to be a vessel for Chucky's wife. Besides, she was really funny as the ex wife in ' Liar, Liar'. Was that her acting or was Tiffany playing herself?"

Andy threw a way too loud chuckle.

" Save that somewhere, get it written if you need to. it's good enough to distract Chucky, it may save your life someday if you use it to make him lose time talking of her."

" We don't know any way of saving a person in Jennifer's situation. '' Kyle added back into the core of the point. " Nothing that isn't a mercy kill. All we do is destroy dolls, if the possessed is a person we run out of options."

"I have proved to you that researching occultism is useful. What if we try it? I have no idea of where to start, but I remember little pieces of exorcism anecdotes my psychic friend told me. Maybe we can start from that."

" Ríght now I just want you to rest. " Andy replicated. " You had a hard day and I made it worse. "

" I like when you tell me things, I want to know. You don't have to cover my eyes on the scary parts anymore."

" Duty of playdate fake husband, I have to take care of you and I actually like to do it. We can deal with that later but you need at least one good night of sleep. I know resting when you know he is out there is hard, but you have to."

" Trust the expert: Andy is the champion of never sleeping, then collapsing for twelve hours straight. " His sister added, acting properly like the eldest and watcher of his bad habits. " Cut those micro dates you are having while I go to sleep for one night and rest for real, both of you. Tomorrow you can go back to being all over each other."

" Excuse me? You reacted to the callout even while you knew she was aware of your feelings for Andy. " We are recovering some of the lost time, Chucky ruined our last sleepover."

" Sure you are. Do you think I haven't heard you sing the Scooby Doo song in the middle of the night? How many cartoons did you watch last night?"

You stared at each other like mischievous children being nagged.

" Thanks, Kyle. " Andy replicated. " We will sleep tonight, I promise."

" And to prove we are being serious, I'm taking the little sleep demon with me so he will stop bothering Andy. " You concluded, then began to search for your cat across the room. " Freddy, it's sleep time!! Leave the friend be for tonight, honey."

One simple thing Andy had learned about homes with cats through living with you was that inside doors were never closed. Those animals liked to wander around the house in the middle of the night while the owners were asleep and would complain over anything blocking them access to spaces. Whenever you would close the door of your room for privacy reasons, your cat would rush to sit in front of it and patiently wait for it to be opened. If it would take a while for you to do so and he would grow impatient he would even start meowing to try tricking someone else into opening it for him. For so, you acquired the habit of sleeping with your bedroom's door open, which made Andy feel nervous just thinking about that.

At first he couldn't understand how you were able to sleep with a tiny creature moving around your house. The silent steps of your cat following his nocturnal habits, movement only felt through the external noises of things he would stumble with or throw, reminded him of the movements of Chucky in activation mood. Only after a good while of observing your cat and engaging in his world Andy began to understand why that adorable little guy was a great pet for you.

Freddy was aware of even the most imperceptible changes going on in the house. If anything was moved, he would investigate it to later make it be noticed by the nearest human around. Even the smallest thing out of place would get his attention, making him a living detector for Chucky's home invasion techniques. You didn't get a cat for that purpose, but Andy was glad for your little alarm and happy to be liked by it. However, he was a bit jealous when you told him the story of his arrival.

That cat was an improvised gift of your last boyfriend, then ex boyfriend, from around the time you started dating.That blond guy in your phone pictures was a firefighter who rescued it , then you adopted the orphan kitty. Despite the many times in which you let him know he was a hero in your eyes, Andy knew he would never be one valued by the community and his duty would never make him bring you any cute things from it.

It wasn't like he would be able to steal for you an orphan child rescued from Chucky. The foster system sucked, but humans were forced to go through that unlike kitties.

The night wasn't advancing as wished because the couch was starting to feel uncomfortable over the accumulation of sleeping rounds passed on it. Andy still wouldn't dare to complain, he preferred to get back pain as long as he wouldn't have to leave you. Knowing that you were close and he was able to reach you if something would go wrong was tranquilizing, but what he truly loved was simply to be with you.

Just as he was about to knock himself out ignoring the uncomfortable position a subtle noise awakened him. He was inclined to guess it was once more your cat wandering around, but a soft whisper of your voice made him open his eyes immediately.

" Andy, Andy? Are you up?" You called for him and smiled when his glance answered for him. " Sorry, I don't wanna .."

"... It's alright. " He cutted off your excuse with a sleepy voice. " Is something wrong?"

" ... You know, I was thinking... I am not having a good night and you must be tired of sleeping here...What if you stay in my bed? I have plenty of space for you." You tried to hopelessly make sense of a need that you felt shameful over." We used to do it all the time, so it will not be weird... Ríght? And Chucky owes us one for the sleepover he ruined.``

You made a brief pause before the conclusion, afraid of what you were about to say.

" Please, come with me. I don't wanna be alone.."

The last time you were that close you were little children and you were the one climbing to his bed. He remembered it well, it was the night you experienced the firsts of Chucky's lies. Andy found no reason then to decline the sweet request. After all, it came from the spirit of your childhood friendship.

Except that you weren't kids anymore and he had feelings for you.

It had been so long since the last time he got that close with someone and you were old friends who haven't bed shared since childhood. Time passed, feelings had changed: he was so into you and that was eating him up.

Your cute face, that pastel purple nightgown you were wearing in such romantical style and your tendency to constantly seek for his touch were a bad combination if the objective was calming the infatuation. You were so affectionate to him and his love starvation made it hard to concentrate on anything else whenever you would give him a little extra of lovely attention.

Every touch, for as simple as it was, felt too much,but he couldn't get himself to make you stop. Only once in the entire night he attempted it, when you climbed to the bed after him and gave him a sort of hug that qualified as torture for a lonely man.

He was there just sitting at the edge of the bed and you came from behind. He felt knees straddling the sides of his body, arms sneaking around him and the soft pressure of your torso against his back.

" Do you touch me all the time to make sure I am real?"

You chuckled very lightly and pressed a kiss on his cheek popping your head from behind.

" Would you just let me love you? You always say you want to take care of me, but forget that goes both ways. You want to keep me safe, I want to keep you happy."

To emphasize your point you took the reasoning one step further.

"You still mean the world to me, is not just a thing from when we were kids. I know it sounds crazy, but that strong connection we had, how we used to understand each other... I have realized that I still feel it. "

You delivered the conclusion while resting your head on his chin.

" Do you feel it too?"

What he truly wanted to do was confessing he was falling madly in love with you.

" It feels different, but still the same." Was his hint of a clue. Speaking on riddles was easier than coming to terms with the truth. " I am a happy child when I am with you, but an even happier man."

He felt one of your hands moving up to his chest in what was one of the most intimate acts a woman has had with him.

" I can feel your heart beating from here... Do you wanna feel mine?"

The beatings were rising like crazy and that time you didn't ignore it. Laying on the bed together, you offered him your body as a heat pillow to hold on for sleepy cuddling and couldn't resist.

Andy was acting way shier than before and that was understandable. The kid who used to give you bedtime forehead kisses was a man shying away from feeling your heart because he wouldn't want you to think he was getting too touchy. Timid caresses traveling from your hips to your waist while curling around you were the maximum of self initiated touching he allowed himself.

" ... Do you remember when we used to sleep like this? I can't believe it still feels so ríght. Your face will be the first thing I will see when I wake up, no more monsters. "

It was a very similar position to one you used to adopt back in a time when sharing a bed meant nothing. Facing each other while sharing the same pillow, giving each other smiles and a mutual childishly cute ' i love you' before closing your eyes because you were the best friends in your little world.

His kid self would kiss you goodnight so easily, just as he would have kissed his mom or babysitter. Kissing was one of his primary forms of physical affection, proven by how often he used to kiss Chucky's cheek as a naive little boy.

The Andy from his present had no idea of what to do when having you so close, fearing that his goodnight kiss could only land on your lips and dying for so. He simply couldn't keep his mind straight with your body pressed into him like that, even tho he knew it was the same thing you used to do all the time.

" It's sad to think I once got a woman killed just to have this..." He heard you comment and got out of the trance. “ All because of some shit on the news.”

He would never let it go, but it was a good moment to make a bit of peace with his inner child.

" Maggie's death is not our fault, Chucky manipulated us both. He used your fears against you and made us believe he wanted to be released to look after us for the night."

" No, Andy. I didn't get him out of your bed because he told me. I did it because I was scared and I wanted you to protect me, not him."

A truth kept for many years, you simply couldn't tell him that when you were children.

" It has always been you the one I seeked for affection and protection; I never asked it from Chucky. He used to scare me, even since that night. I only dissimulated when I had to because if you would have known I didn't want to play with him you would have stopped being my friend."

The naive adoration implied fitted with his memories of the little girl you used to be.

" You suspected there was something wrong but stayed ... just for me?"

" And I would do it again if I had to. I follow you like a minion. "

He knew exactly from where you came up with that and regretted telling you.

" God, please... Don't! Tiffany is a cold hearted bitch, don't even joke with being like her."

" I have better taste, the boy i played to marry many years ago still cares for me. " You joked in return before making a serious question " ... Andy, did you wonder what I was like over the years? Did you want to see me again someday?"

" Sure I did, but I was scared of what, or better said who, I could be bringing with me. I guessed you were fine without me and it was better to keep things that way. " He admitted, the avoidance of your eyes whenever he would feel nervous fading in the act.

He was going very serious and wanted to highlight that to you.

" Whenever in adult life I would remember you, I used to imagine you must have become the wife of someone else. In my mind you had the full happy normal life deal: big house, kids, a dog. I thought your imaginary children didn't deserve to get their dog killed by the evil doll following that dude who used to play with their mother when she was very little."

" Had you ever watch ' Supernatural'? It's básically like Scooby Doo for grown ups and all the monsters are real. I followed one season and had to drop it because it would make me think too much of you. " You playfully confessed. " That's how i used to imagine you and for most i thought it was really crazy on my part.. Kind of unrealistic, just because you fought Chucky as a kid that didn't have to be your entire life even if we know paranormal evil exists."

The fight did become his entire life, always against the same enemy and continuing for decades. You had no way of knowing that, but perhaps there was a sparkle of that sad perseverance already on him when he was a kid and you figured out he was never going to get over it.

“ I have never found myself, not in the way you mean. The truth is that Chucky has become the topic my life revolves around.”

“ It’s alright, you don’t have to be ashamed of that with me. We are … a militar? I think that’s what you are… “ You comforted him, making him laugh a bit to the reminder of how you truly had no idea of what he was doing with his life. “ Let’s say a militar with a hunting hobby and a kindergarten teacher who spends her weekends doing craft work for the class. Besides my job and my sister, my life is still pretty empty. That’s all I have, not much but it is what keeps me going.”

He made a nodding sound, feeling some of the burden a tiny bit less heavy for the moment thanks to your understandment.

“ Since it’s confession time and if you don’t mind, there is something I need to get off my chest.” You continued, attempting to finally explain yourself further from your shameful behavior on the house walkthrough with the estate agent. “ When I was alone with him during the kidnap Chucky described to me how he butchered a mother and her unborn child. That’s what I never got over, what I kept to myself and I couldn’t tell you.”

You weren’t sure of how, but you did your best to continue.

“ It wasn’t just a threat, Andy. He didn’t say that only because it was an easy way to scare me … When he was telling me he was… he was enjoying himself, like if he was remembering something he loved to do. He did it before, I am convinced of that. Perhaps he would have attacked my family regardless of my abeyance to him.”

The heaviest part of your explanation was about to come and you wanted to let it flow. It was your intuitive attempt to make some things about you make sense.

" After you left I waited Chucky for years and nothing happened, but i never forgot and my concern was manifested in different ways. The first signs of the phobia appeared when I got my first period. My mom told me that my body was getting ready for when i would be a mother and then it hitted me... I suddenly felt like I knew what Chucky was doing. "

He didn't interrupt you, but you stopped an instant so you could put your thoughts in order.

" The memories, the blood coming out of me and the first cramps and the motherhood talk... We didn't let him get to my mom and sister on time, so it occurred to me that he was waiting for me to grow up and become a mom. Then he could kill me with the child, just as he promised that time. I know it was insane, a normal thing to expect was guessing he could be dead for real, or he could have forgotten me. "

" Chucky never forgets a victim, even less a survivor... And he certainly never dies for real. " Andy pointed out, supporting you from his experience. " You did ríght in imagining something like that, it totally sounds like him. Even if it damaged you and turned out to be a wrong idea, it showed you kept yourself alert. Figuring out the next step of the planning isn't easy when it comes to Chucky, You did your best and I am so proud of you."

He gave you a forehead kiss, remembrance of your old nocturnal habits. Your answer was settled in the present: caressing his face from his chin up to his cheek tracing the path delicately with the back of your fingers

" At least now I understand why he didn't come back for me earlier."

He watched you with a wondering expression, almost amused.

" Really? Why?"

" On the second time he knew where I lived, but you also did. If Chucky would have returned you would have found the way back and that wasn't convenient for him because he wanted you lonely."

Some skeptical chuckling came from him to that articulated theory.

" He has bothered other people, (y/n). The world doesn't revolve around me. "

" We were the meddling kids and he made me be the Daphne to your Fred that first time. " You defended your point. " Chucky tried to trick you using me as bait and he paid the price. He forced me to take him to the mental hospital and together we escaped him... Don't you see it?"

" Seeing what?"

" Chucky wins with your Isolation. He still wants you to believe that people are your weakness, that you are meant to be forever alone and everyone is better without you... The truth is that not only our story was different. All the stories you told me prove the opposite of that bullshit he carved in your mind."

He certainly couldn't believe his ears.

" Most people I have met are dead, I have killed more than what I have saved. I hate it, but it is not bullshit."

" Can't you seriously not see the pattern? Chucky is about to win only when you seem lonely, but there is always someone. You were alone in your bedroom that night when he tied you to the bed, but then Kyle showed up from the window. You were alone at the military school, but Da Silva searched the carnival with you. Chucky also thought Tyler was alone, but he had you. "

He couldn't help smiling, your viewpoint was heartwarmingly positive.

" People are your strength and you are ours. Don't push us away from your life. Every time you do it, you let him win."

The only story he hasn't told you about confirmed it. He fought alone in Harrogate and lost, Nica got possesed.

" Would it be a win for us if I kiss you now?" He whispered, inspired by you to be completely sincere about his feelings. " You drive me crazy, I can't stop thinking about you."

Your reaction of ultimate relief was a bit funny to him.

" Andy, please! Haven't I been obvious enough? Kyle says it is painful to see but that's because I don't understand what the hell is happening to me. "

The conclusion you were about to drop was bigger than he would have ever expected.

" Never before have I been swept off my feet like this, I swear."

The rush of confidence felt amazing, Andy was barely able to process what was happening but he wanted to enjoy the moment.

" ... Not even by the father of your feline son? He seems pretty impressive. "

The slightly cocky joke was making fun of some jealousy he got to feel for real despite you didn't get to know that.

" No one compares to you, Andy. " You purred close to his lips. " I'm falling so fast, I just want to be with you."

He couldn't take it anymore, the situation was like a dream coming true. As soon as you stopped speaking his lips were on yours and he knew he would never want to let you go.

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