pretty-toru · 2 years ago
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Recently I've been thinking about how Gojo would introduce his non-sorcerer s/o who's completely unaware of cursed spirits and jujutsu sorcery about that part of his life. And he'd maybe start by explaining his blindfold or black-out sunglasses.
I'd like to think that he still sometimes forgets about the small things and shows up at your doorstep in his teacher's uniform paired with his blindfold after a tiresome day of work. You've never really seen him outside of his sunglasses and casual attire and Gojo has kept the details of his profession hidden from you for good reason. Now he's less careful about his appearance since he feels ready to reveal more about himself that's "otherworldly".
Besides, Gojo thinks that it's easier to break the news about how he's part of the Big Three Clans, inherited this special pair of Six Eyes, and he's the Strongest Sorcerer who exorcises curses for a living AFTER you've fallen so hopelessly in love with him that you'll choose to stay with him no matter. (You'd probably flat-out reject him if you knew from the beginning).
So when you answer the door doing a once over of a strange and tall man dressed in dark clothing with his eyes covered sporting a wide grin upon seeing you, you're almost wary as you keep the door open enough just to see out.
"...Can I help you?"
"I've had a long day, sweetheart. Aren't you going to let me in?"
"???" "Sorry? But who are you?"
"Ah, right right. Gimme one second." Gojo then removes the cloth obscuring his eyes and his soft white hair cascades over his forehead as he switches to his sunglasses and you suddenly realize that the stranger is indeed your boyfriend. "You know, I'm actually hurt you didn't recognize me because I'd know you anywhere, angel."
You're dumbfounded as you lower your guard and Gojo enters your apartment and places a kiss on your pretty lips, commenting about how something smells amazing and asks what's cooking for dinner while he unzips his outerwear and tosses it on your couch. But you're still dazed about what just happened and it felt too weird to simply gloss over the fact. "Hang on, aren't we going to talk about what just happened?"
"Hm? Talk about what?" Gojo feigns perfect innocence, making his sweet way to your cabinets and drawers to retrieve two plates and utensils after observing the table hadn't been set yet.
"Your blindfold? And what you're wearing?" Your hand is placed firmly on your hip with a skewed expression, gesturing the wooden spoon in your grip that was used to stir the pot of beef stew at him.
"It's my work uniform. The blindfold is part of it."
"I'm confused, I thought you were a teacher? How are you able to see in that?"
"I'll tell you all about it once I have some of your delicious food in me, okay hun?" Gojo's quick in his stride to set the dishes in their rightful places before he's gently cooing your suspicions away and leading you back into the kitchen with his hand on the small of your back. "C'mon I'll help you finish dinner then I'll answer your questions. I promise you."
You deflate with a sigh. "...Okay."
After enjoying dinner, Gojo helps you clear the table and with all the promises he makes to you he earnestly keeps. He's quite sure you'll come up with more questions than you already have as he's slowly but surely eases you into his world as a shaman — his way of telling you that he’s serious about you. Gojo loves and trusts you enough to reveal all the parts of himself to you in due time, and he can only hope that you'll wholeheartedly accept him in his entirety.
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theworldibuilt4you · 3 months ago
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Snake's expression faltered slightly, their confusion genuinely catching them at a loss.]
Wh... No, like, your suit. Like, the one that depicts your species...? Aagh, Sonny... You too?
[They put a hand to their mouth in thought. They weren't that bad at explaining things right? Right??]
Man I wish I could show you...
[Their tail jerked in frustration as they stewed, before they unlocked a rather ancient memory.]
W-wait! I can show you! I've got a pile of stuff I've built I've built over the years of all the things people have thrown at me or dropped after beating me up! And, a long time ago, I crossed paths with this huge gila monster one night. Gave me some gnarly bruises, but those were a small price to pay forrrr...
[They scrambled to their feet, digging around said pile, tossing empty soda cans, sandals, and even wallets aside in the process. They eventually found what they were looking for and nearly tripped over their own tail on their way back to their keyboard.]
Free phone! It's not a very expensive one but I'm not surprised, the brute probably goes through one a week, heh. I'm sure he didn't miss this one.
[They opened the camera app and snapped a quick picture in selfie mode, sending it along as fast as they could.]
Lookie! I always get to see you guys, but now you get to see me!!
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[They readied for a second one eagerly at first, but this time they lingered a bit longer after seeing the image reflected on the screen. Memories of wrinkled noses, squinted eyes and words more potent than venom flashed through their mind. They took the picture anyways, but it captured their hesitation.]
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Annnd, here's the rest of my suit. It's... not the easiest on the eyes, I know. But, it's me and it's all I've got. You know how it is, heh...
O-oh hey! Looks like I got my computer and blanket too!
-🐍
[Casey seemed just a bit taken aback, trying to adjust to this new information. It never really stopped, huh? They're always having to slightly adjust their world view... They had gone speechless again for a bit, looking over the photos taken.]
"Huh.... That's..- S...So wait, you're... You're NOT human..? A..Are you like a..-- A selkie..? Thing? Is.. Is that what that's called? I-.. Dude I..- I don't... I don't HAVE a suit- I'm a... I was just some human... H..Have you just been living outside this whole time..?"
[....Sonny, However, has just gone mostly silent, it seems.]
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"Kompbnignba..."
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munstysmind · 1 year ago
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I’VE GOT YOU - STEPPING UP - AN ORIGINAL SERIES
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WARNING/S: language, mentions of child abuse, police, underage drinking
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STEPPING UP MASTERLIST
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“Hey Bee” Henry says, holding his phone to his ear with his shoulder as he stirs the beef and vegetable stew currently cooking away in the slow cooker. He’s been looking forward to this all day, even baked some fresh sourdough to go with it.
“Uncle Hen… can you… come get me… please?” Poppy, his 16 year old goddaughter, gasps between sobs, making his stomach go cold.
“What’s wrong sweetheart, what’s happened?” he asks, quickly putting the lid back on the crockpot and switching it to the ‘keep warm’ setting as his heart starts to race. If something’s happened to his little bee…
“Mum n’ Dad… hate me… kicked…I can’t...” she stammers, sounding like she’s barely able to get any air, making him panic even more.
“Pop, sweetheart, I need you to stop and breathe for me, I can’t understand you…” he tells her, trying to keep his voice as calm as he can so she doesn’t panic even more.
He lets out a quiet breath, relaxing slightly when he hears her starting to take long, deep breaths
“That’s it Pop, good girl… talk to me, what’s going on?” he asks, starting to look around for his wallet and keys. He could have sworn he put them on the kitchen table after his run this morning.
“Mum and Dad… kicked me out” she tells him, making him stop in his tracks.
“They what?!” he half yells in shock. There’s no way she just said what he thinks she did.
“Uncle Hen, they called the police… I’m scared” she whispers, her voice cracking. It makes his heart break as anger boils to the surface. He’s going to kill her parents.
“Poppy, I’m coming. Stay on the phone with me sweetheart” he says, finally spotting his wallet and keys on the buffet in the corner of the dining room.
“O… OK… please hurry” she begs as he grabs his keys and bolts out the door.
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“Poppy!” Henry calls out as he opens his car door, his heart pounding in his chest. He’d spent the 15 minute drive to get to her filled with rage, his knuckles turning white from how tightly he was gripping the steering wheel.
He can’t fathom how, or why, her parents could do this.
“Uncle Hen” she cries, pushing past the female officer standing in front of her and racing over to him, leaping into his arms.
“I’ve got you sweetheart, you’re ok” he tells her, cradling the back of her head as she buries her face in his neck and breaks down.
“Please don’t let them take me Uncle Hen… please” she begs, holding onto him in a vice grip.
“No one’s taking you anywhere sweetheart, I promise” he whispers, rubbing her back as he watches the female officer from before slowly making her way over to them.
He prays she doesn’t say he can’t take Poppy home with him.
“Hi, I’m PC Daniels” she says quietly, looking at him with a sympathetic smile as Poppy lets out shuddery breaths, trying to calm herself.
“Henry, Poppy’s godfather… what happened??” he asks, running his fingers through Poppy’s hair and gently massaging the back of her scalp the way she loves.
“I’m not exactly sure. My partner and I responded to a call of a domestic dispute and when we got here she was on the front steps hysterical. My partner’s inside talking with her parents now”
“They don’t want me anymore” Poppy mumbles into his neck before resting her head on his shoulder and looking up at him, her face all red and puffy.
“Oh Bee” he says sadly as he gently sets her down, brushing her hair out of the way as he looks at her heartbroken face, all red and swollen from crying.
“I… I got home from football practice and Mum and Dad told me to pack my bags and get out. They’re done, they don’t want me anymore” she tells him as tears start welling in her eyes again, her chin quivering as she tries not to break down again.
“You’re going to come home with me” he says, wiping the tears away before quickly glancing at PC Daniels out of the corner of his eye and letting out a small sigh of relief when she nods.
“Let’s go get a bag packed” PC Daniels says, giving Poppy a soft smile as she holds her hand out towards her.
She just stares at it for a few seconds before looking at Henry with worry all over her face.
He doesn’t blame her. Her world’s just been turned upside down and she didn’t know what to think
“It’s OK Bee, I promise” he tells her as he kisses the top of her head, his heart aching at seeing her so scared.
She nods and cautiously takes PC Daniels’ hand, following her inside just as her parents come out with another officer.
Henry watches in anger as she shys away from them, almost cowering in fear.
“What the fuck Richard?!” he demands as soon as Poppy is out of earshot.
“Hen…” Richard says cautiously, almost like he’s trying to calm the furious 6’1” man in front of him.
“NO! SHE’S SIXTEEN! WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU?!” Henry roars, his chest heaving as PC Daniels’ partner steps in front of him, blocking him from getting to Poppy’s father.
“I was out of the house at fifteen, she needs to be independent sometime” Abigail, Poppy’s mother, says with a shrug.
“Are you fucking kidding me Abi?! Your parents neglected you so you’re gonna do the same to your daughter?!” he snaps, his blood pressure rising by the second
“It’s not neglect” Abigail replies definitively, crossing her arms.
“Oh I’m sorry, I worded it wrong. CHILD ABANDONMENT!” he yells, making Abigail stumble back in shock at Henry yelling in her face.
“Hey! Don’t you dare speak to her like that” Richard snaps, making Henry let out a low growl.
“OK, let’s take a step back and calm down, I really don’t want to have to arrest you” PC Daniels’ partner says, quietly enough that only Henry can hear him.
“You’re a pathetic excuse for a mother Abigail, and you Richard… I don’t even know who you are anymore. Don’t bother coming into work tomorrow, you’re fired. This friendship is over. You disgust me” Henry spits towards the man he’s known for over twenty years as his daughter comes out with a large duffel bag over her shoulder.
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“Hey Kal” Poppy says quietly, kneeling down and fussing over the Akita bouncing around excitedly at the appearance of one of his favourite people.
“You hungry Pop? I made that beef stew you love” Henry says as he sets her bag down in front of the entry stand before putting his keys and wallet in the tray on top.
“No” she says quietly, shaking her head as her stomach lets out a loud growl, betraying her.
“Are you sure?” he asks, raising his brow at her playfully.
“Maybe a little” she replies, chewing her lower lip a little.
“Go choose a movie, I’ll be in soon” he tells her, nodding towards the living room.
He watches as she goes and curls up on the couch under a blanket, Kal stretching out next to her, his head resting on her lap.
Letting out a sad sigh, he heads into the kitchen and starts serving up their dinner, looking over at her every few minutes, his heart breaking more every time.
He can’t understand why her parents did what they did, she’s an amazing kid. He’s beyond proud of the young woman she’s becoming.
“Uncle Hen” she calls out, pulling him from his thoughts.
“Yes sweetheart?” he says, looking over at her curled up with Kal.
“Can I um… can I have a drink?” she asks cautiously.
He pauses for a moment, thinking. Normally it’s her dad that makes this decision… but now he’s her dad, kind of. He’s the one responsible for her.
He looks back at her as she chews on her thumbnail and realises just how much he wants a drink too.
What harm would one glass of wine do?
“One” he tells her, opening one of the overhead cabinets and pulling out a bottle of Sophie, his fiancée’s, favourite red.
He finishes dishing up their food before opening the bottle and pouring each of them a glass, as well as an ice water.
“Don’t tell Soph” he tells her with a wink as he carries everything over and sets it on the coffee table.
“It’s our secret” Poppy says quietly, smiling at him.
She gently shoo’s Kal off the couch and gets the smaller bowl of stew, stirring it round with her spoon and dipping a piece of fresh sourdough into it before staring at it.
“You gotta eat Pop. It doesn’t have to be much but you need to have something” he tells her, watching her as she dips the piece of bread again.
“What did I do wrong?” she whispers, her voice breaking.
“You have done nothing wrong, you understand me, absolutely nothing” he tells her as he gently wipes her eyes, his heart breaking that she thinks this is her fault.
“Then why?” she asks, looking at him, her eyes full of fresh tears.
“I wish I could tell you Bee but I don’t know, I’m so sorry” he says, kissing her forehead.
“I don’t wanna go back, if they change their minds, I don’t…” she says quietly, biting her lower lip to try and keep her tears at bay.
“You don’t have to. You will always have a home with me Pop, always” he tells her, meaning every word. He will do everything in his power to make sure she doesn’t have to go back to her parents.
She nods at him before biting into her bread, letting out a small hum as she chews. She’s always loved Henry’s cooking and this is no exception.
They eat in silence, neither one of them really paying attention to Shrek playing on the TV.
It’s one of Poppy’s favourites. Welcome to Duloc normally has her in tears of laughter, but not tonight. The world’s funniest joke wouldn’t make her laugh.
After a while she puts her half empty bowl back on the coffee table and picks up her wine, swallowing it down in a few mouthfuls before slouching back against the couch and hugging her knees to her chest, trying to make herself as small as she can.
“Come here” he says quietly, holding out his arm. She quickly slides across the couch and curls into his side, letting out a content hum as he wraps his arm around her.
“Thank you” she whispers, trying to snuggle closer to him.
“You never have to thank me for this. I’m always going to be here for you, as long as I’m breathing I’ll be here, I promise” he tells her, pressing a few kisses to the top of her head before turning his attention back to his food
It’s not long before she dozes off, making him smile when she starts making quiet noises. She’s done it for as long as he can remember, mumbles nonsense in her sleep.
“Pop, sweetheart” he says quietly, rubbing her upper arm as she stirs.
She lets out a grumpy whine and looks up at him pouting, annoyed at being pulled from her sleep.
“Let’s get you to bed, you’re exhausted” he tells her, trying not to laugh at how cute she looks.
“Can I stay with you… just tonight??” she mumbles, her eyes fluttering shut.
“Of course you can, come on” he says before helping her up and guiding her to his room, Kal following closely behind them.
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iobartach · 1 year ago
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Character Info Sheet
name ; Miguel O'Hara
name meaning ; Spanish form of Michael, meaning 'who is like God.' Potential associations with the archangel of the same, but I don't really dabble in that with my take.
 alias/es ; Numerous. 🥴Some faves include S-Man, Harbinger of Thor, Man of Tomorrow, Miggy, Blue Panther. Feel free to invent your own! Just don't call him Mike
one  picture you like best of your chara: Gotta be this one! It's captivated me for a long time now! 👀
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three h/cs you've never told anyone: M'kayyyy, let's see now! Focusing on my main verse, but could carry over to other verses;
Even though he's a chronic workaholic, when he has the chance, he ventures out into Nueva York, swinging between the buildings, and diving off of the tallest skyscrapers, using it as his way of exercising. It almost seems like he enjoys the feeling of freefalling... But he'd never openly admit it.
It's possible I've said some version of this to someone at some point (whew!) , but; he does crave physical contact! He's just... not yet at the point of linking the two together, held back by thoughts like does he deserve it? and who'd embrace a freak like him? But the tl;dr is, he internalises a lot! He wouldn't openly reveal he's been having such thoughts unless he's close with / trust the person that may ask.
Somewhat tangentially related to the above [since haha... I've had mixed feelings over ATSV's usage of what looked like Rapture :') ], but he still maintains an interest in science, and his previous work as a geneticist! Though it has taken a backseat in light of his shifting priorities and responsibilities, he is more prone to revisiting his old material on/after enduring some bad day(s), where he felt and acted more like a spider than a man. Potentially hunting for a remedy that may alleviate or worsen his symptoms.
three things your character likes doing in their free time ;
...Assuming he gets any free time 🥺 he'd maybe ;
Read a new research paper, which scratches his itch for gaining new knowledge / Offer his help to any Spiders in need of it / Continues scanning dimensions for other Miguels, having never learnt his lesson 🤫
eight people your character likes / loves ; Have fun figuring out. 😉 But nah, he's still in the grip of grieving for the loss of Gabriella, his foster daughter, but let's say there are plots & verses afoot where this big lug is gradually - over a long span of time - learning to open up and let people back in.
Collectively all ship partners, children, and OC friend connections ;
Pass on this for now! Mostly because I'm not really a shipper, but the connections my Miguel has with other characters is a steadily growing list! Someday I might add a proper page for this, but ty to all <3 Feel free to holler at me if you'd be interested in this too!
two things your character regrets: O-only two? :') Welll--
That he didn't get to see his abusive stepfather grow old and decrepit, having died relatively young.
And for deceiving himself with the notion that replacing a deceased variant of himself could have led to anything other than disaster, no matter how desperate he was for a happier life.
 two phobias your character has ; Hmm been stewing on a couple, not so much phobias as more... irrational? fears? Things he dislikes? Probs needs more cooking, but for now, let's go with;
Water! Showers? Baths? That's grand. Tussling with an anomaly that sees 'em take a tumble into a pool or a larger body of water? Wouldn't be his favourite experience, but he'd bear with it. Remains so-so around water, due to nearly drowning as a kid. Cheers, Kron
He's also... going through it, by which I mean, as he's getting older, he's coming to the realisation that he's inherited a lot more than a surname and some genes from either of the men he had as father figures in his life. The tendency to shout, the explosive outbursts, the zero tolerance for compromise... Yeah... something was rotten in him well before the accident that made him half-spider.
Tagged by: @themckaytriarchy (cheers!) Tagging: As always, you! Steal it! Tell us about your muse too! :)
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thotsforvillainrights · 9 months ago
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Heya! I'm usually a lurker, but your writing is good! Please rest and take your time! I've been on a Geten kick as of late, and this idea has been stewing in my head for awhile now, and I love it. May I request headcanons for Geten that has an S/O that is like cowboy mercenary, who really only goes after people who are like just awful. One night, they don't come at all. Hours, late it is because they got badly hurt by a rival merc. They get home, patched up, and then angst into fluff ensues!
(Anon, I know how you feel. I've actually been on a quiet Geten kick lately since the weather in my area has been a bit chilly. My little brain has hatched a few ideas for him that haven't seen the light of day from beyond my drafts. Perhaps this'll help me get the lead out and start everything up)
~Geten's Mercenary S/O~
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-He admired you and your strength. Sure at first he was weary of your presence within the upper ranks of the MLA. He wasn't alone so it wasn't like he was delusional in his ideas. Skeptic kept a very close eye on you for a few months when ReDestro announced your joining. Geten wasn't alone in doubting you or your goals here. However, you managed to gain his respect by showing your raw ability both on and off of the battlefield. You weren't tough by one way, but more along when it came to smarts. You had skill/technique that allowed you a success rate of 98.9% when it came to what you did. As a mercenary, you always aimed for much higher than that.
-After a while Redestro started to notice the way Geten was acting with you. He was keeping an eye out this time not as a leader but as someone who sees himself as a guardian over Geten. He'd taken him in at a young age and watched him grow in many different ways. Now the young adult seems to be venturing out into love territory, Rikiya thinks. Why else would Geten always be staring at you cleaning your guns the way that you did? It wasn't just this, but you preferred to keep a singular steed taken care of well throughout your life and used when riding up into the mountains. Geten had taken over most of your chores as he tended to the horse, maybe to gain your favor? Rikiya was left speculating for a while until he finally decided to team you two up specifically.
-It all became clear the more time you spent together that you two had developed feelings for each other. Perhaps the only one more excited about Geten becoming your S/O would be the old man himself. Sure he wasn't a kid anymore, but Rikiya couldn't help but to feel pride for Geten either way.
-Now that you two were together, Geten was able to show more of his emotions towards you while remaining more or less the same in his behavior. He knew you were strong/smart enough to handle yourself when you went off to take care of business but he still felt protective over you. It was more and more lately that he was complaining about you heading out late at night to kill some low-life. You kept reminding him that the cover of the night served you well when it came to stealth. He always folded for you and watched you go off without him. You made sure he didn't regret it by handling up your task fast and returning to him. That's why tonight he wasn't feeling so very well as he watched to clock tick on the wall. This deep sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach became worse and worse the longer you were gone for. By the time he went out to find you, it was too late. He opened the door and there you were, crawling up the steps covered in blood and scars. How long had you been crawling like this!?
-He wasn't sure what to do in the moment. Panic was overtaking his train of thought. He wanted to call an ambulance, to take you to the hospital, to call ReDestro. What the hell could he do?! Your coughing and feeble speaking his name was enough to shock him into action. He carefully grabbed hold on you and dragged you to the bathroom so he could patch you up. He tried extremely hard to convince you to go to the hospital when he was done but you just wanted to rest. He knew you wouldn't have the energy to argue with him but he respected you enough to care for your wishes. The next morning might have been the first time you two argued as a couple.
-You just remember the exchange in words. The way the conversation had taken a bad turn and the rude words you two ended up letting slip. Both of you had said some things that shouldn't have been said. There were names exchanged and the threaten to break up had been more than enough to weigh heavily on the both of you. Spending some time (about an hour) apart in separate rooms was enough for the two of you to calm down and come back to your senses. Geten wasn't one to apologize for things he deemed unnecessary. However, he found himself on his knees at your bedside...apologizing to you. Showing you his vulnerability all at once. When you'd forgiven him, his heart twisted up into a knot and he felt the familiar uncomfy sensation of tears welling up in his eyes. There wasn't a word spoken more between the two of you as he carefully crawled into bed with you and held you closely. There wasn't a word that needed to be said in all honesty. Your actions spoke more loudly than words.
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cryptidofthekeys · 2 years ago
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nvm i just read the wiki lmao i just,, i love wrestling but brain cant focus on it rn to fully watch and enjoy,, if imma be ‘’liveblogging’’ I wanna be in the moment ya know so Imma just continue with what I was saying now that I found it out,,
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BUT... Daniel wanting to prove himself, I KNEW that was in the storyline, I thought I was maybe gonna be makin that part up but like,, Daniel wanting to prove himself and determined to not be the ‘weak link’ I have just but a few things to say here
...Didn’t X-Pac do something similar? To Daniel here? Didn’t he wanna ‘prove’ himself? And practically pushed Kane away so he could do so? Determined to not let people think just bc Kane’s on his side doesn’t mean he needs him to actually win n shit like that?
Because listen,, I know these fuckers- its not like I haven’t fixated on wrestling since my childhood VFJBGFCKFLHGJFD- so im v e r y confident I remember X-Pac doing the same thing,, so I swear to god- in many ways him and Daniel arent,, t h a t similar but in terms of wanting to prove themselves and basically kinda telling Kane to ‘stay back’ and away from the ring, just, the fact it lines up so goddamn perfectly
It’s giving REALLY a n g s t y hours here im not gonna lie, also I love the lil correlation going on there, but god d a m n the angst that could come from that its just,, its r a d i a t i n g rn like oh Idk, for starters... Daniel saying how he wants to prove himself, that he doesnt need Kane’s defense and wants him to stay put, now,, wouldn’t that remind the big man of a certain... Familiar f a c e...? Wouldn’t that remind him of... A former f r i e n d even? :)
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reddeadrevolutionn · 3 years ago
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Rdr1 Javier with a small s/o who’s gone domestic and soft and he’s all for it? And they’ve reunited?
Eeeeeek yesss! Tysm for requesting 💛
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Last you had heard, he was dead. That he fled to Mexico and been killed by the government. At least, that's what the fellers in the saloon had claimed when you went asking for him, not long after the end of the gang.
Yet here he was leaning against your wall, lip between his teeth, watching as you made him something to eat.
"I can feel your eyes on me, Javier," you grinned to yourself.
He hummed "you're just so beautiful like this, querida,"
You poured the stew in a bowl and handed it to him "my hair scraped back and my sleeves rolled past my elbows? Sure."
He left his bowl on the table "you're beautiful any way. You always were," he kissed you gently "I've missed you so much,"
"I've missed you too, Javier," you sighed, sitting him down before curling up beside him by the fire, "I only wish things could have went different- I...I was told you was dead. I would have came looking for you-"
He laid a gentle hand on top of yours "ay, Cariña, it's okay. I longed for you, yes, but I always assumed you had died- I looked for you but there was never anything to go off of. I can see now why." He gestured to your small home with a small smile.
He held you close, "You always wanted this..."
It was true. Back in the gang years all you pair did was speak about if you ever got out of the life how you'd buy a cottage with animals and plants and crops and how you'd live a perfect little life together. After the gang ended and you lost Javier, building the thing you had always dreamed about seemed the right thing to do to honour him.
"I always wanted you in it. I wanted to be with you- have a life together where we could grow old and cook each other meals and maybe have a family," you looked into his eyes "it wasn't the same without you."
"Mi amor, my life wasn't the same without you either. Even seeing you this way. Out of that old life and living this new one. It makes me so happy,"
"Really?"
"Really," he bumped your noses together, "it suits you. I love it."
You grinned at him, kissing him softly before going to sit infront of the fireplace, "you still play your guitar?"
"For you, querida, always."
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digimonloving · 2 years ago
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Lucemon anon strikes once again! ^^ Always happy to see your inbox open 💕
I've got the typical drill, with the male paraplegic s/o with Lucemon! I was thinking of a scenario where the Lucemon ends up meeting s/o's ex boyfriend? And even though s/o doesn't hold any hostility towards his ex, Lucemon can't help but seethe in jealousy at how casual they still acted? Especially after hearing about the terrible things said ex had done in the past to s/o
Lucemon FM meeting his male paraplegic S/O's ex-boyfriend
Lucemon knew of his S/O's ex, after all, he'd listen to him vent about him, and everything that happened between them. Lucemon swore that if he ever ran into his S/O's ex that he would avoid harming him, as much as he would love nothing more. After all, how dare they try to show their face again around his dear S/O after what he heard they did?
And so... to see his S/O and his ex talking as if old friends, he could feel nothing but hatred and jealousy building up in his heart. He manages to keep his face rather neutral, but it's clear that deep down, Lucemon is stewing in anger as he glares slight daggers at his S/O's ex.
Lucemon does manage to bite back his more... hateful words as he interacts with his paraplegic S/O's ex, trying to join in on their conversation as he makes it clear that he is the one who cares for his S/O now, and he conveys with looks that if his S/O's ex would dare to try and do anything more, he wouldn't hold back on punishing the other. His cold blue eyes holding no light as he stares down the other male that his instincts only read as a threat to his partner.
The Demon Lord of Pride is curious as to why his S/O was so casual with his ex. Did they NOT have a terrible relationship before? Wasn't that why they broke up? Why act so kind towards the being that put them through, what Lucemon could only think of, hell? He mostly asks it out of concern, but it's clear he's trying to bite back his anger and frustration when it came to wrapping his head around human relationships.
His paraplegic S/O would have to have Lucemon sit and listen as to why exactly they don't feel any hostility -- be it they made up in some way, and decided to leave it on somewhat good terms, or it had been so long that they both grew and learned that they both just weren't right for one another, and everything had been talked over.
Lucemon doesn't get it, but so long as his S/O felt safe enough... he supposed it was fine. But oh dear... did the Digimon seethe and wish nothing but death upon his S/O's ex. Even IF they changed, Lucemon couldn't help but also feel protective over his S/O. He isn't exactly one to give up what he loves, and if the ex dared to seem like he was trying to with his S/O back... then hell would have broken loose. Lucky that didn't happen.
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slashermom · 5 years ago
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I've been stewing over this idea for a while now: could I get Jason, Michael, Brahms, and Bubba's reactions to, when fucking their S/O, they realize that their dick is so big compared to their S/O's tiny body that they can see the imprint of it pressing through the skin of their stomach? Bc gOD that's hot--
Is it hot in here? I think it’s a little warm in here.
Michael
Michael knows he’s a big guy and he knows he’s well endowed. 
But it’s a whole different ball game when he settles his fine-tuned focus on to the size difference between the two of you. 
Michael is known to set a brutal and punishing pace. Chasing release with fervor and ferocity that leaves you at his mercy to take what he gives.
Most of the time his eyes are glued to your expression. Picking through every twitch, eye roll and lip bite with meticulous attention.
But his eyes ended up wandering and settling on the outline of his cock deep inside of you. 
He’s gonna pick up the pace and study just like he would with your expressions.
After a few moments have passed, he’ll bring an unbearably hot hand down where the outline is and just press.
The added pressure is maddening and he knows it too. 
Michael will take another moment to acknowledge how big his hand is in contrast to your lower half. 
Don’t be surprised if he snatches hold of your chin or hair and makes you watch his cock press so deep inside of you that you can see him destroying you from the outside.
Jason
Jason is the slasher with the biggest dick and I will stand by this fact till the day I die.
Sex is a tricky thing for Jason. Most of the time when he’s not worrying about what his mother would think, he’s focused on not hurting you.
He’s a big guy in every department and the last thing he wants to do is overwork or harm you while you’re supposed to be making each other feel good.
But his worries fade into a lustful curiosity as he slowly pushes into you and watches as his cock fills you.
He’ll carefully test the waters - feeling need spread through his chest and groin as the outline becomes more prominent.
Soon enough, he’s going faster than usual as he gets lost in drinking up the sight of him thrusting into you.
Jason knows he’s powerful.
But powerful enough to be able to see his member pound into you from under the skin and bring you such pleasure?
He would have doubted you if you told him.
But here he was and he wasn’t gonna stop anytime soon.
Brahms 
Brahms definitely gets off on the fact that he’s a good deal bigger than you and he makes this size difference known as often as possible to you.
So you can only imagine the power trip he goes on once he realizes that he’s fucking you so good that he can see himself under your skin.
Now, that’s a sight.
Long fingers will move from your hips to the place of the outline and trace just along the outside.
His own hips might stutter for second as he sucks in a breath and lets his cock just rest inside of you. Before harshly snapping his hips up again into yours.
Observing with mischievous eyes that move back and forth from the outline to your eyes. 
“Do you see that?” He’ll whisper “What I do to you?”
You take him so well - it’s intoxicating to him.
He’ll thrust up incredibly rough just so he can see how much of himself he can see.
Brahms is even more of a little shit, congratulations!
Bubba
Much like Jason, his mind is usually preoccupied with other things.
Mostly just worrying if he’s doing everything right.
But in his moments of confidence, his gaze and hands tend to wander. And his eyes have probably never been wider then when he came across the outline of his cock rubbing all the right places inside of you.
He’s doing that to you?
Thankfully, you were the one setting the pace as you rode him as if your life depended on it because Bubba was too busy licking his lips and ogling your lower half.
But once Bubba regains his sense his hands are gonna find their way to your ass or hips and slam them down in time with the thrust of his own hips.
He doesn’t look away from the delightful sight in front of him.
It’s gonna take Bubba quite some time to be able to control himself when he has something like that right in front of him.
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fictumlibrary · 3 years ago
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1 for kuriko (that's right im coming for my faves 🥰❤)
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them with their s/o’s.
i'm so glad you sent this because i've wanted to write it for a while. it got a bit long though i am so sorry.
The cold winter air sends a chill across Kuriko's skin despite the several layers she's wearing, scarf wrapped around her neck and draped across her legs, which she tucks beneath her chin. Around the corner is the laughter of her friends, and while she can't see them, she knows they're leaning over the edge of the rooftop as they wait for the New Year fireworks to commence. She's supposed to be there with them, but her mind is elsewhere. Her heart isn't in it tonight.
"There you are, I was worried."
Yuki's voice has her instinctively holding her legs tighter. She doesn't like being in a bad mood, but she absolutely hates showing those feelings to others. Stewing in it herself and forcing herself to get over it so she can go back to being confident and happy around others is how she prefers to do things.
And of all people, it had to be Shibayama.
She must take too long to answer as she hears noise against the wall and a warm presence presses lightly against her left side. It takes everything in her not to lean into it.
"What's wrong?"
His voice is soft and so full of understanding that any protests become stuck in her throat, lodged there and forced down by his tone. She lifts her head, but only slightly, and she still doesn't look at him. She can already feel those beautiful eyes staring at her, so full of understanding, and she has to maintain at least some of her composure.
In the end, she says, "What am I supposed to do after graduation?"
They're third years now, almost three years since they first met, and it's gone by in a blink of an eye. She thought they had more time. She thought her days of afternoon soccer practice and cheering for her brother's team (though she supposes it hasn't been his team in almost a year now) in the stands would last longer. Now the next step in her life is rapidly approaching and honestly? She's scared.
"Whatever you want," Yuki says, and he says it with such ease that she's almost jealous.
"And if I don't know what I want?"
The brush of fingertips against the back of her hand is so light she may have imagined it. "Then that's okay, too. You don't have to know."
"Not according to our teachers."
"They can be a bit forceful, can't they? At least I know coach has my back with the whole keeping up with volleyball thing."
Despite her inner turmoil, she smiles. She'd been so proud when he'd proclaimed, nervous but firm, that he would be attending university and aiming to enter a divisional volleyball team. He can achieve it. She knows he can.
"I think everyone expects me to play soccer professionally," she says, and it's the first time she's ever even implied that it isn't what she plans to do.
"And you don't want to?"
She shakes her head. "I love soccer. I love when I score a goal and the dynamic with my team and the feeling of winning, but... I don't know, whenever I try and picture it, it doesn't seem right. And then people doubt that I can get into university just because I'm always so focused on the team, so maybe that isn't the right path for me either."
"Hey, hey." The fingertips against her skin return, but this time there are two entire hands holding the one closest to him, and she turns to him on instinct. His gaze is earnest and true. "If you want to go to university, you can. You can do it. You're taking the entrance exams, right?"
"Yeah. I haven't actually told anyone else, though. Except my homeroom teacher."
"Not even Kenma and Kuroo?"
"Nope. Kuroo's asked, but I keep changing the subject. The two of them have noticed it and they haven't asked, but Kenma keeps looking at me in that way. Like, you know when he just stares at you and he's perceiving you? But he doesn't say anything."
There is a weariness to Yuki's expression. "Oh, I know it. He did that whenever he was using me in his newest strategy."
She manages a flicker of a smile, but she can't maintain it when she speaks again. "And even if I get into university, what would I do? Where would I go from there? What would I study?"
"Well, what do you like?"
"Soccer," is her instant answer, but then she thinks on it a bit more. "It's not just that, though. I've been at my happiest when being with my team and meeting teams from other schools and the friendly rivalries and when you guys have come to support me, and when I would watch your games, too. It's more than just the sport itself."
He hums, not looking up from their joined hands. He's playing with her fingers now. It feels nice. "Maybe you could be a school soccer coach? Or maybe even a P.E. teacher."
She pauses. A teacher? She'd never even considered it, assuming teachers had to be smart and strict and everything she isn't, but then she thinks about it. Encouraging children to participate in what she loves, teaching them at the same time, experiencing their wins and losses with them. Why has she never thought about that before.
A surge of energy passing through her, she rips her hand from his only to launch herself at him, arms around his neck as she pulls him into a hug. "You're a genius! Thank you, thank you, thank you!"
His movements are more hesitant than hers, his arms slowly winding their way behind her back as he allows the hug to happen. "You don't have to thank me. I'm happy to help."
"Please, I would have been lost without you." She pulls back but continues to hold on, their faces a few inches apart (and isn't that a bad idea, her heartbeat reminds her, and her face warms despite the cold air) as she grins at him. "And who knows, we might end up going to university in the same city!"
Yuki's features are soft as he takes her in. She has a brilliant view of his eyes from here, and there is happiness in them, but also something else can't recognize. She doesn't have time to dwell on it when he speaks again.
"And, um, even if we don't," he starts, averting his gaze, "I'd still like to be part of your life and stuff. Just as much as I am now."
She laughs. "Of course you will be, silly." She pokes his arm. "I'm not about to let you go that easily. We're friends!"
The hands on her back tense momentarily. "Yeah, of course, but... You see... I, uh... Nevermind."
"No, no, no!" She tilts her head when he tries to move his. "You're overthinking it. Don't do that. Don't think at all if that's what it takes. Just... do or say what feels right. From the soul."
She says it dramatically, intending to be funny and lighten the tension of his mind, even if she does mean her words. What she doesn't expect is his expression to change, morphing from surprised to determined in a matter of seconds. His eyes bore into hers and she can see herself in them. The image distracts her long enough for her not to notice either of them moving closer.
Then his lips are on hers and all of her thoughts scatter.
(Maybe not all of them. She thinks that he's softer than she'd imagined and that she still has reservations about her future, but knows without a doubt that she could do this for a long, long time.)
When he pulls back, she's warm all over, the winter wind no longer affecting her. His determination has disappeared, an overwhelming look of concern replacing it instead.
"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have --"
She holds him tighter. "No, you should have. You definitely should have."
She's the one to kiss him this time, and when she does, it's to the sound of fireworks lighting up the sky and her friends cheering from around the corner. Exclamations of Happy New Year are lost on her as she blocks it all out.
Happy New Year, indeed.
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xxisxxisxxis · 4 years ago
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Gateway Drug | Part Ninety-One [PT. 2]
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"Your little one is here as of right now." Dr. Telille says, pointing to a very little area to the far side of my womb and I smile before she switches the focus slightly and then looks at the screen with a slightly odd look before flipping through my chart. "At your previous Obstetrician, did they mention any abnormalities?" She asks me. 
"No." I shake my head. 
"You said in your history you've had recurrent miscarriages?" She asks next. 
"Yes." 
"Okay, Mrs. Sixx, don't be alarmed by this because there is a solution but this," she turns the screen to me again, pointing at a shadow in the picture that looks like it's creating bunny ears or something. "Is a layer of tissue that's not supposed to be there. It halts fetal growth, and ultimately causes miscarriages, often times even before a fetus is interacting with the tissue itself, physically." She informs me and I feel like my chest is throbbing from how hard my heart is beating. "The good news is that we can fix this, I've had to do a few surgeries like this before--we can go in and cut that tissue out without disturbing your baby, but we will need to have it done within the next week--two weeks at the most." She explains and I raise my brows. 
"What's my chance of carrying out my pregnancy to term without the surgery?" I ask, trying to stay calm. 
"With a successful surgery, there is a 80% chance of you carrying it to term, and a higher chance at not facing as many pregnancy difficulties in the future like you've had previously. Without the surgery, with your history, it's very, very probable that you won't get to four months without miscarrying--if that far." She adds. 
"What's the risk of this surgery causing complications?" I ask next. 
"30%." She replies and I breathe out. "You don't have to make a decision today, you can go home and think about it and talk about it with the father but we need to get it scheduled in the next few days." 
"Um, o-okay…" I rub my lips together. 
"And if you are interested in the surgery, we can go ahead and send it in and see if insurance will cover it." She assures me. 
"I don't have maternity insurance right now." I tell her and she looks at me uneasily. 
"No worries, we can figure the costs out after you decide if you want it or not." She tells me, calmly, and I just nod. 
I numbed myself. I would've been freaking out, having a meltdown, begging God to spare my damn baby for once...but as soon as she started in on what was wrong with me, the negative outcomes...I flicked the switch in my brain and just let myself feel absolutely nothing as best as I could. My nervousness was relief compared to blatant breakdown mode that I knew would hit inevitably.
And how the hell did I tell Duff and Nikki that I was going to need surgery that could potentially terminate my pregnancy--or suffer what I'd suffered before and still lose a baby? Oh, right. I didn't. At least, not as soon as I probably should have.
When I get to my new little house I'm renting with my savings, Duff's sitting on the little porch, drinking a beer. 
"How'd it go?" He asks me, standing up as I unlock the door. 
He couldn't go with me this time because he had to go look at a couple houses with Mandy, which I understand because they had already canceled once with a real-estate agent and would get charged extra if they missed another appointment. 
"Good." I lie, clearing my throat. 
"Yeah?"
"Yeah." 
Whisky's barking at us until he realizes it's me, and then he won't get out from under my feet until I pat him on the head. 
"I need to finish unpacking." I say before Duff can ask anymore questions. 
"Well, it's your lucky day because I know how to unpack." He states, grinning. 
I go change into pajamas and when I get back, he's pulling pictures from one of the boxes, neatly placing them on the coffee table in the living room and I pick them up and start figuring out where to put them. 
"So, my family really wants me to bring you up." He says, optimistically. "I was thinking leave Sunday and come back next Saturday."
"...Duff, I can't just up and leave right now. I have to finish unpacking, and I'm gonna be meeting with Nikki once a week and then him and the guys once a week so that's two different…" I trail off as he cuts open another one of my packed boxes with his pocket knife, a look of disappointment on his face. "...It's not that I don't want to, you know. I just have a lot going on right now." 
"We'd just be gone for a week." He says, looking at me. "It's the only time off I have for a while since we're doing a few shows in New York and Europe." He adds. "And I really want my family to know you, kinda, before you have the baby." 
"I don't know." I hesitantly tell him and he licks his lips. "I don't know, Duff, okay? I just...ughhh." I groan, raking my hands through my hair. 
"If you don't want to meet my family then don't worry about it, Vivian." He says it a little passive aggressively and I raise my brows. 
"'Vivian'? Since when the hell am I 'Vivian'?" I ask, mimicking his tone. 
"That's your name isn't it?" He asks next and I cross my arms.
"You usually call me 'Viv', or...something…"
"Well, I'm not calling you, 'babe,' or, 'baby,' since we aren't dating anymore so…"
"You're being a dick." 
"I'm not being a dick. I'm just family oriented and I want my family to know you and our kid and you're making up excuses to not go and meet them."
"Excuse me for not wanting to be judged." I snap back. 
"They're not fucking judgemental." 
"Oh, so you're cussing at me now, too, huh?" 
"Quit trying to start an argument." He tells me. 
"I'm not starting an argument, I'm making a valid point." 
"You're making an assumption." He corrects me. "My family isn't judgemental. They're really not. I don't even think they're worried with the fact that you were married when we got together because they haven't said a word about it. They just want to meet you." 
"Matt didn't seem so cool about it." I mumble. 
"Matt was trying to keep both of us out of trouble." He explains. "He wasn't judging you. He just doesn't like drama and if we would've gotten caught he knew it'd just be a bunch of bullshit we'd have to get thrown at us." 
I just stare at him. 
"And I'm sorry for cussing at you, but I'm trying to be positive about all of this and I really don't want you to start bringing in your negativity." He exhales. 
"My negativity?" I raise my brows, laughing humorlessly. 
"Please, just come to Seattle with me next Sunday. I promise it'll be fun and my family's fun, they don't mean any harm by wanting you to come up and visit--they're already talking about planning a trip when it's born to be here for you and me both for a few days." He adds. 
I think about it, seeing his eyes glint a little as he slowly smiles at me like a hopeful puppy. 
"Okay." I relent and he puts his hands above his head, folding them together, letting out a loud, "Hallelujah!" and I roll my eyes, trying to hold back a chuckle. 
The truth is, I don't want to leave Nikki stewing that long after revealing to him my miscarriages. He never came back when he left the therapy session yesterday, and I was supposed to go back today but decided I needed another day to just think about everything, but because of Amber's schedule, we won't be able to get back in the same room together--aside from me just visiting him--until next Wednesday...but with Duff wanting to leave Sunday and come back that Saturday, I won't be able to meet then, either. A part of me isn't even sorry that I won't make it since the morale of Nikki's story is that he married a maestro of manipulation that can play victim like no other but is really an evil bitch who loves to make people suffer. 
I gathered that after reading: 
"I married a fucking demon."
"Vivian climbed from hell just to neuter me." 
"My wife's a fucking lunatic." 
"I sometimes think Vivian's waiting for me to die so she can get the money." 
"I hate her." 
"I don't know what's killing me faster: my looney wife, or smack. Doesn't matter--they're both my drug of choice." 
"If she didn't know how to fuck I would've already left her." 
"She flushed every bit of what Jason dropped off last night. Cost me a couple grand. I'm so pissed, if I knew she wouldn't beat the shit out of me and go batshit-ballistic, I'd lay her out on the fucking floor. I'm sure it'd be like foreplay in her sick mind, anyway." 
"I swear she cums every time she belittles me." 
And, my personal favorite: 
"Just woke up from a fucking nightmare. I was fucking around with Vivian and Vanity and once they got their satisfaction they started eating me alive while talking about their love for God. Even with them gnawing on me alive with their shark-like teeth and their completely black eyes, stripping flesh from my bone and going at it like a fucking pork chop, I was turned on. But as soon as they started about God, how good and wonderful he was, that's when I started panicking a little that I OD'd without realizing it and was in hell or some fucking incarnation of it. I see now that's how they both got me, being hot and knowing exactly what to do to get me going. And now they're both sucking the life out of me, eating me alive, while praying to their God and acting like they're blameless in my destruction. CHICKS = TROUBLE." 
At least we both agree that we married demons.
It was strange for me to realize how he saw me--well, how Sikki saw me. Once I was able to differentiate between the two of them, it hurt less reading what he'd write about me. It was just confusing. 
One page would be an entire rant (with unflattering, random song lyrics to match) about something I did that pissed him off--sometimes things I wouldn't even realize I did to make him upset and then the next page would be decently positive things about me that he'd profess after waking up sort of sober…
I knew he felt guilty about how he treated me, most of the entries from the end of '83 to '87 had "I'm an asshole" or "I really fucked up" or some version of it in them but the deeper into '87 he got, the less and less apologetic he got. Both in real time and his dairies. 
Despite the black and white of his diaries, one thing still lingered in the grey area…
I stare at the little TV on my dresser, bowl of captain crunch in hand as I stuff my face while flipping channels, Whisky gnawing on his chew toy as a flickering, fuzzy and static blaring familiar face flashes across the screen as I turn to the next channel. My heart stops for a moment, my finger immediately going back, the screen and audio clearing as I see her. 
Clear eyed and competent. A far removal from what I last saw of her with her gnashing teeth and tortured eyes, spewing at Nikki and I both before he and her got into a fight that left her dragged down the stairs of our old house...guilt tugs at me, remembering the look on her face, the pain, the hurt...perhaps she felt as bad as I did about the situation. 
He was the one telling her he was going to leave me and marry her, after all. My feury swallowed him before it ever thought about swallowing her. 
"...I'm currently looking at other scripts for other films." She replies very calm and composed to whatever question her interviewer was asking...I'm assuming this is part of her press run for her new movie coming out. 
"If you could write a ticket for yourself, Vanity, what would it be?" The woman asks next and she furrows her brows, slightly. 
"Write a ticket? To go somewhere?" 
"No, write a ticket for the rest of your life, and your career. Just everything about your life." She explains. 
"Ohhh," She thinks a moment before shaking her head slightly. "I wouldn't want to do that, actually, because, um, everytime I turn around something new's happening. I'm a very spontaneous person. I just like to get up and go, and I've been doing that since I was fifteen...so, um, I couldn't say I'd like to write that ticket." She chuckles a little, but not the crack-cackle I was used to seeing in her past interviews. 
She's actually sober here. 
"I just wanna go wherever life takes me." She continues. 
"What you're saying then, is, you couldn't write a ticket because what you would write wouldn't be as good as what could happen?" 
"No, I don't--"
"--No?"
"No, I don't think that, I'm not saying that at all. I feel that I have certain goals in my life. Very big, big, dreams that I set for myself. But I wouldn't wanna, um, question God's way about where he's going with me." She states. "That's just...not me." 
"If you could go back and change anything--"
"--Nothing." Vanity says, biting her lip nervously, shaking her head. 
"Any of the decisions?"
"Nothing." 
"Wouldn't change a thing?" 
"Nothing." She buckles down on it and I feel my eyes gloss over. "Wouldn't change a thing…" she trails off, thinking for a second. "...Can't say that I would." She adds, softly. "Because each time that I've done something, whether it be a mistake in my life, it's always...what you might call a mistake in my life is never a mistake to me. It was a definite meant to be and it was a definite learning process. So all the pain and all the glory...I wouldn't change a thing."
She's so unapologetically sincere. 
I cut the TV off as they start closing out the interview, and toss the remote across the room, losing my appetite and putting my bowl on my nightstand before I allow myself to replay what she just said. 
And I cry, not because she was in a relationship with him, not because she tried to steal him from me...I cry because I regret everything. I regret marrying Nikki. I regret meeting Duff. I regret getting pegnant. 
I'm not angry at her.
I envy her.
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newbie-demon-killer · 3 years ago
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26 Things About Me
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A- Age:
18
B- Biggest fear:
Losing Atti or Jamie, I almost lost Atti and did lose our unborn child and I wouldn't be able to go on if I lost him or Jamie.
C- Current Location:
Soho, London, England
D- Drink you last had:
I don't normally drink but I had a couple of alcoholic apple cider drinks at Marcel's party.
E- Everyday need:
Food, Sleep, Atti, Jamie
F- Favorite song:
That's like a really hard choice but anything Atti sings.
G- Ghosts, are they real?:
I hunt demons and the Institute has a ton of research on the paranormal so yeah, they are.
H- Hometown:
Daegu, South Korea
I- In love with:
Atti Day, my forever love
J- Jealous of:
Jealousy is stupid.
K- Killed someone?:
Do demons count?
L- Last time you cried?:
Atti and I cried together not too long ago during one of his bad days.
M- Middle name:
I don’t have one.
N- Number of siblings:
I'm an only child but my Parabatai and platonic soulmate, Jamie, is the closest thing I have to a brother so....I have one brother.
O- One wish:
To share Atti's immortality (I'm working on this with Magnus), to marry Atti (I'm working on this too) and to try again for our rainbow baby. Also to make sure Atti and Jamie are happy and safe.
P- Person whom you last called:
Jamie to see if he wanted to come hang out.
Q- Question you’re always asked:
Are you ok? How are you holding up? (Since the attack)
R- Reason to smile:
Atti, Jamie and the family I've made here in London
S- Song last sung:
I played my guitar and sang I Will Give You Everything by Lee Jang-Hee to Atti
T- Time you woke up:
6, I had to go back to the Institute for training and the patrol.
U- Underwear color:
Um.....
V- Vacation destination:
I've only been to Korea, Idris and now London so I'd love to see more of the world.
W- Worst habit:
I say um alot according to Jamie and I have a habit of trying to bend the rules sometimes.
X- X-Rays you’ve had:
I've never had one. When we get injured usually a warlock or Silent Brother scans us and treats us.
Y- Your favorite food:
Kimchi friend rice and Kimchi Stew
Z- Zodiac sign:
Pisces....I'm a fish baby!
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alexiela73 · 7 years ago
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Hi, I'm kinda new here so idk if you've gotten this kind of request for hc/short fic before but here goes nothin I guess. How do you think junkrat/roadhog, mccree, hanzo, and gabriel help out a disabled/chronically ill s/o on a bad flare day? (Btw I've been reading what you write and I really enjoy it :) ..)
I have not gotten one specifically for this yet. I hope these are okay. And thank you! XD While i like writing for myself, I find more satisfaction in writing for others, so I’m glad you enjoy what I’ve posted
Junkrat:
Is aware you have diabetes
One day he comes over for the day to hang out
The two of you were going to go out and go to the junkyard in search for scrap parts for his next big invention
Except when he gets to your room, he finds you sitting at the table with your head in your hands
Immediately concerned, the junker drops the dirty sack meant for the parts on the floor by the door and hobbles over 
“Ye okay, darl’? Ye look a bit pale,” Junkrat says, noticing your pale complexion and the way your eyes seemed a bit distant. Carefully he kneeled on his peg leg, watching you with concern
Giving him a tired smile, you noted his face was dirtier then usual and reached up to gently wipe at his face with a napkin from the table
“Your so dirty,” you whisper, sighing heavily and feeling bad.
Catching your hand, Junkrat presses a kiss to the inside of your wrist, before pausing.
“Have ye taken yer blood thingy with the needle jabber ye have?” Junkrat asked, looking at you with concern now. He’d seen you with low blood sugars but obviously it was a bit worse then usual.
Giving an exhausted nod, you brush your finger tips across his cheek. “I’m sorry, Jamie. I just don’t have the energy to go to the scrap yard today. I feel like I might topple over, honestly,” you said apologetically, hoping he wouldn’t be too disappointed.
Shaking his head, Junkrat stood and straightened his back, showing his true height as he towered over you. Then he leaned and scooped you up, causing you to squeak. Despite having a wiry thin frame, the man was well built and seemed to have endless energy and strength, you once noticed.
“Don’t mind me, darl’,” Junkrat said, plopping you down on the couch. He got your fuzzy slippers for you, before rummaging through the cupboards and fridge. He brought back a can of pop and a bag of chocolate covered pretzels for you, before sitting beside you.
 “Here. Movie day is just as good, as long as it be with me best girl,” he said with a goofy grin.
The look of adoration you gave him made today all the worth it. “Thank you,” you said gently, before snuggling to him for the day as he worked on raising your blood pressure with you and letting you relax to get your strength back
McCree
The two of you were out for the day 
Despite having heart disease, the two of you ended up buying a ranch half a year ago
The place is a lot of work but usually your good about not working on your bad days and being honest about them
Today you weren’t. The two of you were going to go for a ride through the meadows and have a nice lunch out. Wanting to very badly, you didn’t tell Jesse about how your chest had been hurting since you woke up.
When you found yourself a bit short of breath during the start of the ride, Jesse noticed. You insisted you were fine and that your horse’s speed was a bit rough today
Jesse didn’t believe it. Butterfly rode like a dream. 
The two of you were almost getting to the spot when suddenly, the pain in your chest intensified. Pressing a hand to your chest, you gasped for air and felt blackness at the corners of your vision.
“Y/n!” Jesse gasped, turning his horse around and hurrying over just as you fainted. You were lucky, he caught you from falling off the horse just in time.
When you woke up, the pain was a dull ache in your chest. You were laying on the couch in your living room, and you blinked hazily as you struggled to remember exactly what had happened last.
Jesse sat on the edge of the coffee table, holding your hand and looking to be both angry and relieved.
“Jesse-” you croaked but he cut you off.
“You can’t do that, y/n. We agreed when we got the ranch that you would take it easy. You should have told me you weren’t feeling good,” Jesse said, clutching your hand desperately. He had been so worried, and you know it scared him, the thought of anything happening to you.
A slow smile tugged and your lips, and when he saw it he rubbed his eyes. “Why are you smiling?” he growled, but was silenced when you reached up to caress his cheek.
“Your right. I’m sorry, Jesse. I just…I’m so grateful to have someone who cares so much,” you say softly, the look on your face serene as you squeeze his hand. For a moment he just looks at you, as if considering whether or not to let you off the hook. 
Finally he rests his forehead on your shoulder and lets out a long sigh.
“I love you, stupid,” he mumbles, before pressing a kiss just before your ear.
Letting out a soft chuckle, you relax.
“I love you too, you goofball,” you murmur.
Hanzo
Today Hanzo had woken and noticed that you had been a bit difficult to wake up
When you did, you had been really tired. It didn’t take you long to realize your lupus was acting up but you refused to admit it
Touching your forehead, Hanzo had immediately noticed the hot fever plaguing you as you attempted to insist that you would be fine
Your joints were really aching this morning, and Hanzo could tell by the way you winced whenever you moved.
Hanzo ended up sentencing you to bedrest for the remainder of the day, even though it was the day of one of japans biggest festivals
You had been so excited to go…it broke your heart that you would have to miss it, but you knew as well that you couldn’t go out in your condition.
You tried to tell Hanzo to go, but he just gave you a look that left no room for arguements. Instead, Hanzo put himself to work making food for you while you laid curled up in bed
Hanzo always stayed home when you weren’t feeling good.
Around lunch time, Hanzo walked in with a tray. There was homemade stew for you, as well as freshly made juice and biscuits.
You couldn’t help the soft smile that touched your lips. Hanzo always took excellent care of you, going above and beyond to ensure that you would at least be happy while you were recovering. 
“Thank you,” you murmur as you take the tray, watching as he carefully sat beside you. “How lucky I am, to have such a beautiful nurse,” you tease gently.
A smile tugged at his lips. “You really are, aren’t you,” he says quietly, reaching up to tuck your hair behind your hair.
Watching you while you ate, you noticed Hanzo looked a little more lost in thought then usual, more troubled. Usually he went to meditate when he was troubled, but instead he sat there, tracing circles on your knee as he thought.
“Are you okay?” you murmur, before taking another bite full of food.
Blinking, after a moment Hanzo gives you the barest smile. ��Nothing to worry about,” he says softly. “I just…get quite worried over you. I am afraid of there ever coming a day where I might have to wake up without you at my side…” 
Stunned, you put down your almost empty bowl of soup to stare at him, realizing what he was worrying over.
“Hanzo Shimada! I am not dying now, nor any time soon. I’ll be damned if if we don’t grow old together!” you said determinedly, wishing he could try and be as sure of it as you were. You’d fight tooth and nail to live as long a life you could with this man you loved.
Eyes meeting yours, Hanzo hesitated before a real smile touched his features. “You are right. You are a fighter,” Hanzo murmurs softly, watching you with adoration evident in his eyes. “It will be okay. You’ve never been wrong before.”
With a laugh, you playfully punched his shoulder. “As if,” you murmur, before returning to finish your delicious soup.
Gabe:
It has been two days since you two have spoken
The last time you two had been together, your heart disease had acted up unexpectedly when the two of you had been out shopping. You’d blacked out in public, and when you woke up he’d taken you to the doctors to have a check up, worried for you
This has happened a couple times this year, or at least situations that were similar
Gabe didn’t like to be avoided, so he decided the best thing to do was to come to you. 
Marching up the front steps of your house, he walked in without knocking. Immediately he went upstairs to try and find you, only to see that you were curled up in your bed with your back to the door
For a moment, Gabe contemplated leaving, wondering if maybe you were just sleeping. Then he realized that you were shaking lightly, and slowly he walked over.
“Y/n..” he said softly, reach down and rubbing your back gently. At your touch, you let out the barest sob. It broke his heart.
“Move over,” Gabe urged gently, and you moved over. Crawling into the bed, he snuck himself under the covers before spooning you and burying his face in your long hair.
Silence ensued for a few minutes as he just held you, fingers rubbing soothing circles into your arms as he cradled you against his body. He didn’t want to pressure you to talk, especially when you were upset.
Finally though, you spoke. “I’m sorry,” you whispered, rubbing at your eyes. There was once more a dull ache in your chest. The pain had been evident since the last time you’d seen him.
“Don’t be, baby,” Gabe said softly. “I was just really worried, is all. I just…tell me what’s wrong, baby. Please. Tell me what I can do to make it better.”
At his words, another sob engulfed you. How long would he say that, you wondered? How long before he tired of your episodes too?
“Make it stop,” you whimpered. “Make it go away, Gabe. I’m…I’m so tired…I’m just so tired of it. I can’t do this anymore. I never know when its going to be a good or bad day and I’m so sick of it. I’m just holding you back from having a normal relationship…”
Honestly, you had depression too. This disease was eating at you alive, not just your heart but it was ruining life for you. You felt like it was impossible to enjoy yourself knowing you had this illness.
Gabe would be better off with another girl, you thought, who didn’t faint in public and gasp like a goldfish out of water..
Turning you around, Gabe stared hard into your eyes. “I don’t want to hear that nonsense, y/n. I love you,” he whispered, pressing a soft kiss to your lips. “I love YOU. You aren’t holding me back. You are who I want to be with. None of this can stop me from wanting you. So unless your trying to get rid of me, stop thinking such nonsense and just tell me you love me.”
You couldn’t help the tiny smile that pulled at the corner of your mouth when he got pushy. It was a little cute. You had trouble believing it though. How could he…
“Y/N,” he said seriously when you hesitated. “I will never leave you. I promise you.”
You stared back into his eyes, hesitating, wanting to believe him so badly. Gabe didn’t tell fables, you reminded yourself. You couldn’t get better if you continued focusing on all the bad stuff…the voice in your head strangely reminded you of things Gabe had said to you many times over.
Hesitating once more, you hugged him tightly. 
“I love you,” you whispered, sniffling and you couldn’t help being grateful for the gift that was Gabriel in your life.
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