#tw mention of blood

[bearw-me]

Post-extermination!Lute x fem reader? Where lute is trying to show that she's still good/strong enough for reader and she can still be independent. Along with reader comforting Lute about how she's still perfect for her. (Details and examples below bc i enjoy rambling sorry)

I imagine that after loosing her arm lute would be very showy about overcompensating for it. And that if reader even tried to treat her bit differently, like being more SLIGHTLY gentle/careful with her, lute would get offended tell her to knock it off.

Lute's a strong woman, pre-extermination her carried reader alllll the time. Post-extermination Lute would most certainly still try too (and surprisingly succeeds somehow) despite the reader's worries of being dropped or being too heavy for 1 arm.

This ranges from trying to hold all the groceries alone to trying to prove she's still good in the bedroom by not allowing the reader to help (like she'd literally tell reader to let her do it alone)

I hope you have a wonderful day!!!

dont apologize for requesting! i adore long requests! they have all the little details for the prompt included that make the story just- *chefs kiss*

𝐈 𝐂𝐚𝐧 𝐒𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐃𝐨 𝐈𝐭 — 𝐋𝐮𝐭𝐞 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬

𐐒 includes : post-extermination!lute x fem!reader 𐐒 cw : fluff, angst, hurt/comfort, mention of blood/stitches/wounds 𐐒 summary : lute's adjusting to life after extermination day, and as her girlfriend, you hope to make it easier on her 𐐒 note : i don't even know what to call my rambling anymore lol, love it

like we all saw at the end of the season, lute is full or rage- and a little hurt

the loss of her arm, initially, didn't hurt as much as losing her best friend

it takes longer for her to heal and accept the sudden turn of events

she doesn't want it to stop her or hold her back, especially from her relationship with you (especially with the loss of adam) she'd want to hold on tight to you

(like in the ask) Lute isn't one to just be beaten down by this, its a challenge she's going to fking overcome-by herself

likes to do things for YOU instead of the other way around, like if you want a snack or something she won't even let you stand up (let alone THINK) about grabbing it yourself

definitely wouldn't tell you about how she feels unless its too much, but you can see it in her; the way she's sluggish or looking down more often.

(although im not sure atm) I assume Lute is right-handed; without the left, things can get a bit trivial at times

like when you watch her try to balance her long spear with one arm, the weight of the steel trembling between her fingers. the muscles in her arms not used to carrying the entire weight by itself

Lute carrying you with one arm: she tries like how she used to, by putting an arm under your arms to support your back-but stops when she realizes she cant pick you up bridal style

I think she could manage holding you that way, around your back if you also hold onto her by wrapping your arms around her shoulders

(on this note) you being so close to her face is the perfect opportunity for her to kiss you

Hugging her from the back is not happening- her wings and all. . .

If you tried to help her take care of her arm too; bandaging it or cleaning it; she'd refuse all help and lock herself in the bathroom until she's handled it herself

(you can hear a ton of mumbled swearing and things knocking around)

its not a you thing, its a her thing; she needs to prove to herself that she can do it

Lute would hate all the flowers the other exterminators would get her; to the point she wouldn't even acknowledge the roses you placed on her nightstand

she's too stubborn to ever say it, but she's thankful you're still with her: Lute giving you soft kisses when she thinks your asleep, whispering all the 'thank you's' she doesn't think she could ever say to you awake

The loss of her arm pushes her to work harder, especially on the arm she still has in order to compensate for what happened

Technically, the hell-spawn didn't take her arm, but they still took a lot from her- she doesn't want that to mean they could take you from her too

You bet your ass the day will come where she picks up that spear again, better than fucking ever

[goggles-mcgee]

Ashes of Rage: Act 1 - Pick Me Up As I Fall

Chapter 5 of the story for @miner249er

Ao3 Last Chapter

Summary:

Roger rarely had to take himself off of a case he so fiercely wanted to solve, but there was only so much he could handle. All he ever wanted to stand for was justice, but when justice came at the price of a child? That's something he never expected, nor wanted.

Pick Me Up As I Fall:

Roger had always wanted to be a cop ever since he was a little boy. It had surprised his parents that his interest hadn’t waned over the years but they had been overall very supportive of him. They celebrated when he got accepted into EOGN and they celebrated when he graduated. Roger had loved every minute of training and after training, working. It was tough, he would admit that, but it was something he loved and that kept him running on his most difficult days. Then he had Sabrina and his focus shifted for a while. No longer was his entire world his wife and work, his entire world became his daughter. He took time off work to help his wife after Sabrina’s birth and he loved it. He loved holding her in his arms, he loved the little gummy smile she would give him when she saw him, he loved the smell of her baby lotion and detergent that filled the house, hell he even loved how her little nose would get red when she had soiled a diaper. He loved everything about her. 

Then his wife passed and it felt like his world would forever be darker and broken with no means of repair. He felt like the rug had been pulled from under his feet over and over again with that sickening sensation of a big drop ride accompanying it. But from that darkness and falling sensation, he found his footing in his baby girl. His baby girl who really hadn’t understood what was happening but knew her Papa was sad, so with her chubby little hands wrapped around his fingers she would pull him from his worst thoughts. She was his little light, she was his purpose and she was his world. Roger couldn’t let the grief suffocate him, for his baby girl he had to mourn and grieve and pick himself up again. His mother and mother-in-law had both been pillars of support he had desperately needed. He worked as hard as he could to make money and when he was home he spent all his time looking after his daughter. 

Things got easier as Sabrina grew, but time had passed by fast, too fast for Roger. In the blink of an eye his little girl had grown, it seemed like forever ago when he first heard her say Papa, since he saw her first steps, from the first day of school. It made him misty-eyed to think about it too long. She was so close to graduating, that also made him misty-eyed if he thought about it. She was such a smart girl but she had a habit of being a follower and that scared him. How would he protect her if she moved so far away? But at the same time he didn’t want to be a helicopter parent and restrict her or hold her back. Ultimately all he could do was be there for her, but he knew the fear would never go away. After seeing how her friendship, if you can even call it that, with the Mayor’s daughter had gone and how she had latched onto another powerful classmate, the thought of her leaving out of his reach made him uneasy. He had nothing against the Rossi girl, she sounded nice despite all the influence she had, but he hated how all the kids in her class followed her. 

It was more than a little disturbing and reminded him of some very unpleasant cases he had read about, heard about, or even seen, where a close group like that is susceptible to the ‘mob’ mentality. But despite his worry, the group was as close knit as they had been in collège and hadn’t gotten in any type of trouble. Sometimes he felt like he worried too much but with Hawkmoth still around and his helper Mayura he felt like he was entitled to worry. Especially about his daughter, she had already been akumatized about 4 times now and he just could not stand seeing her go through another. He just didn’t want her friendship taken advantage of again so maybe that’s why he always asked about her and her classmates. So he wasn’t all that surprised about a call coming for something happening at the Agreste Mansion. Though he would be completely transparent and say he thought maybe Adrien snapped and hurt his father or Adrien ran away or something like that. Sabrina had really worried about her model classmate and constantly told him how Adrien slipped some info about his home life to the class and how it worried her. 

So when the call came, Roger hadn’t been surprised, but as more details came in and when he and many others arrived, the surprise kicked in. Where the once impressive Agreste Mansion stood there, in its place, looked like what could only be described as a crater. No one really spoke for a bit and honestly if they had been Roger wasn’t sure if he would have been able to hear them. All he could think about was the fact he was most likely going to have to see more dead bodies and one of them would be a kid his daughter’s age. Cases that involved kids always hit him the hardest and he didn’t know if he would be able to do it. Miraculously no one had died…or at least that is what he thought in the beginning. The days seemed to pass incredibly slow yet somehow simultaneously in some kind of hyper speed. It was disorienting. 

The Agreste men and Mlle Sancoeur were in and out of consciousness but Roger had overheard some doctors discussing the merit of inducing comas. The winning side seemed to be no since there was surprisingly no traumatic brain injuries. Though the actual amount of injuries each received was staggering and nearly made him lose his lunch when he also overheard the surgeries and possible surgeries that were on the table. It was because of that, and the fact the heroes of Paris had been really quiet since that night, that Roger vowed to find the answers to this awful situation. The people of Paris were rallying in support of a speedy recovery for the Agreste men and Mlle Sancoeur. Some of Roger’s colleagues ended up being assigned as bodyguards for the three given how many times they had to escort fans of Adrien off the property. Somehow they always found ways to slip past the hospital’s own security. 

It was more than a rough time, those folks deserved their time to heal and recuperate and Roger thought that by solving what happened the night of the tragedy, he would at least be able to bring them some slight relief. Though he would be lying if he said he wasn’t also motivated to see what happened just to find out for the sake of finding out. It was a mystery, one that had everyone in a chokehold, not just the station, it was all of Paris. The Miraculous Team was all but missing, they hadn’t said anything about that night, not even on their official blog. Ladybug hadn’t been seen since, there was talk of some news segment that had happened that night but Roger had yet to see it. He had been so focused on the family that Nadja’s report had slipped his mind but it was placed in a folder on his computer to view later as it was considered evidence. The crime scene hadn’t been touched since but the fact that there had been so many people there that night that had no idea what they disturbed and what they hadn’t. So Nadja’s report was very important and Roger was going to start his investigation by watching that. 

“Lieutenant!” Or maybe it would have to wait. 

“Officer Allard.” Roger said in greeting.

“Sorry to interrupt but we got something big.” That had Roger’s attention immediately. 

“Is this for the Agreste case?” He had to know. 

Officer Allard nodded immediately, he looked breathless but excited. “We were able to recover video footage from the Agreste Mansion security cameras. We’re lucky that all footage was backed up.”

“We have footage?” Roger asked, he felt his hope rise. 

“We have footage.” Allard confirmed. 

It wasn’t long till they got everyone on the case in one of the meeting rooms in order to watch the footage. It was a mix of Roger’s department and the judicial police, who had let them work with them given all that had happened in Paris. They had the authority and definitely could have kept them out of the investigation but this had shook Paris to its core. This wasn’t an akuma attack, that they knew of anyway, this was an unknown attack and it scared everybody. They were so used to being terrorized by Hawkmoth and Mayura that they forgot that non-magical crime existed for a while. Though, there was no saying if this was magical or not, this just seemed so different than what they were used to. It wasn’t just the attack that had everyone on edge, Hawkmoth had been quiet, even before the attack he had been quiet. It was like the calm before the storm and it raised the people’s anxiety. 

“I got it connected to the projector, I’m going to play the day of the attack and if needed, I’m ready to view footage from other days if we need them.” One of the judicial police personnel announced. Roger felt a bit ashamed that he didn’t know all their names yet. 

“Sounds good!” Allard, ever the friendly one, said with a thumbs up. It had Roger huff out a quiet laugh. 

Everyone watched the screen in anticipation as the video started. It was odd to see all the different rooms at once but as soon as they saw someone enter the frame, the man who was at the computer made it so they only saw the one screen of the room. Everything looked fairly normal for the family, though no one really knew what normal was like for them but overall, it looked like a normal day one could imagine the little family had. They watched who they found out to be, the Agreste Family’s personal chef’s. The two, a husband and wife, were seen entering the house and quickly making the familiar path to the kitchen. It was honestly kind of boring so all those in attendance voted to rush through until more people came up. From there they saw the family eat, Adrien leave for school and the chef’s leave until they were required for lunch. More fast forwarding to lunch when Adrien arrived back home, Adrien, Nathalie and Gabriel seemed to request lunch in Gabriel’s office. 

Maybe that wouldn’t have been so weird if the chefs hadn’t looked so shocked. It wasn’t hard to guess that that wasn’t something that normally happened, or happened at all before that day. With no sound they could only guess at why this was so weird as they saw the chefs talking about it. Body language at least made up for the lack of audio. Lunch was served and it was obvious that the chefs had been dismissed, but they looked a little shocked to be dismissed so hurriedly. Roger made a mental note to invite the two into the station for an interview. They had a list of employees that the Agreste family knew and those who had been seen going in and out of the house, but with how hectic everything had been, they hadn’t gotten around to interviewing everyone. Time in the video went on and it seemed like the Agreste Family, and yes Mlle Sancoeur was included in that, had had a meeting of sorts that day in M Agreste’s office. It seemed to be about something serious. 

It also looked incredibly suspicious. Now, there was nothing wrong with having family meetings, but this felt wrong, their body language was odd and the way they kept looking at the portrait of Emilie Agreste was weird. “Why are they looking at the portrait so much?” Allard murmured, most likely he thought the comment wouldn’t have been loud but given how everyone present had been silent, the words had seemed like a shout. 

“I would say perhaps they were grieving her disappearance anniversary, but it is nowhere near the anniversary.” One of Roger’s oldest friends in the force, Agent Martin Darcy, pointed out.

“Is that something that is public knowledge?” One of the judicial team members asked in confusion. 

“Oh yeah,” Agent Durand sighed. “It was a big thing. The investigation had been overall short but felt like years. It’s still an open case and M Agreste calls for any new info every month like clockwork.”

“Hm…” Was all that was said as they all focused on the screen once more. 

Things passed and Roger had started to grow bored but he persisted in watching, it didn’t matter if it was mind-numbing to watch M Agreste take an hour just to decide which shade of yellow he liked for a design, Roger vowed to get them answers and answers he would get! More time passed as they watched and…they got answers, but it wasn’t anything they had expected. It left everyone speechless. Roger himself felt like his chair had been pulled right out from under him and he just kept falling and falling. He didn’t want to believe it yet the evidence was right in front of him. Gabriel Agreste had been Hawkmoth, Nathalie Sancoeur was Mayura and…Adrien Agreste had been Chat Noir and he had betrayed their beloved spotted hero, Ladybug.

And Ladybug…

Ladybug had been a child. 

Ladybug had been as old as his daughter when she…

Ladybug had been one of his daughter’s classmates.

Ladybug was Marinette Dupain-Cheng and she had saved them all at the cost of herself. There had to be something in the now destroyed Agreste Mansion that would point to what happened to her. She couldn’t just be gone. There had been that bright red light and then she was just gone and the camera’s shorted out. Roger had to…he needed to…he would find her justice. He had thought the Agreste’s needed his help, he had given them his sympathy and his time. Roger was enraged, he had barked out orders to get a squad together so they could all go investigate the Agreste Mansion. Everyone had acted swiftly and sooner than he had thought, they had arrived at the crime scene. It felt like forever before they were able to secure a safe way down. And down, down they went. It was eerie, no one spoke much as they investigated the place but then there had been that awful scream from Agent Fontaine. He would never forget her scream.

There was a rush of activity, they all rushed toward her, weapons drawn. There was no danger…well physically but the moment Roger realized what she had screamed at it felt like he had had years of his life ripped away harshly. He had seen enough crime scenes to know what blood looked like, even in its charred state. And there next to the charred body of blood, it really couldn’t even be called a puddle with how much there was, there was a piece of what looked like a cuff of a jacket. It was white with pink polka-dots…or at least it had been at one point. Flashes of the surveillance video abruptly crashed into the forefront of Roger’s mind and all he could see was a struggling Marinette who had been wearing her signature jacket. Oh god…her jacket. That was a piece of her jacket . It hit Roger like a freight train. He knew that jacket and he knew that little girl who had been struggling and fighting till her last moments. 

His legs gave out and he found himself on the ground, distantly he could hear panicked voices and felt hands try and help him up or check him over. “I can’t…”

“Lieutenant!” 

“I…I can’t be on this case. I take myself off the case.” Roger blurted out in a rush, almost as fast as the tears that fell from his face. “I knew her. Oh god…I knew her.” 

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Officer Lucas Allard didn’t know what to do with himself. His colleague and superior Lieutenant Roger Raincomprix, someone he looked up to had taken himself off the biggest case they had ever had and it wasn’t like he didn’t understand why, but he found himself feeling lost. They had, all those who had gone back to the Agreste Mansion, had found one comatose Emilie Agreste in a hidden basement level no one had known about. They all had thought that the, what could only be described as a lair, in the videos had been the only hidden room but it felt foolish to believe that now that the evidence had been shown to them. Now, instead of them trying to find justice for the Agreste’s, it turned into a case against them. Someone had to go through all the available footage and Lucas had been the first to volunteer.

It was tedious and menial like all other video footage they had to comb through but with the context of what they could find it became so much more important. It was important to his Lieutenant, to the police force, to all of Paris and Lucas was determined to slap any and all charges he could uncover on the Agreste Family. There were many moments of watching Gabriel Agreste monologue to himself in his lair or talking to his victims and there were many moments of Adrien Agreste sneaking out as Chat Noir but it was noted that the times he left were considerably later than when he was needed or contacted. It just added more credit to the ongoing theory that Chat Noir had always been meant to betray Ladybug and the rest of Team Miraculous. It made Lucas unbelievably angry. 

Ladybug had done her best to protect them, then the team she put together did the same. They were all so dedicated and determined, it made it hard not to be motivated to be the same way in his work. He may not have been a hero in the magical sense, but Lucas had vowed to be his own kind of hero. So yeah, his eyes were stinging from his infrequent blinking, he was probably getting a headache from staring at the screens for so long and so intensely, but he refused to give in. He felt almost manic searching through each video they had and trying to find anything that could be important. He was so close to giving in to his fatigue when he saw it. A girl walked in and from what Lucas could remember, she had been in Adrien’s class.

They were going to eventually talk to the rest of the class to see if they noticed anything off about Adrien but hadn’t gotten around to it but they all knew who was in his class. That’s why Lucas recognized her as someone from Adrien’s class, he paused the videos to grab the file next to him that had people of interest and there she was, Lila Rossi. Why was she visiting the Agreste Mansion when Adrien wasn’t there? It was strange, more than actually so he watched as the girl greeted Mlle Sancoeur and then waited to be escorted to Gabriel’s office. From there it seemed they were having some sort of meeting and Lucas had been ready to dismiss it as a meeting about her modeling but paused when he saw Gabriel pull up a picture of Marinette Dupain-Cheng. Ladybug. His heart dropped at the way Lila Rossi’s face twisted into a sneer before she schooled it into a look of resignation. 

When Mlle Rossi finally left Lucas saw Gabriel save what had to have been a video of his meeting with the teen into a folder on his computer. Lucas burst into action, they had the computer with them, they were able to save some of the files and Lucas needed to know what it was. He heard some people shout in shock at him but he paid no attention. He sprinted out of the room he had been working in, the room the team had been in before, and grabbed the flash drive that held the contents of Gabriel Agreste’s computer. Lucas knew others from the team were following him now but he did not stop. He connected the drive and did his best to rush to the folder he had seen on Gabriel’s computer. Thankfully the laptop he was using was connected to the projector still so everyone who followed him saw what he was doing. 

Once the seemingly innocuous folder was opened they all saw documents on top of documents, videos on top of videos and voice recordings on top of voice recordings instead of design ideas meant for Lila Rossi. Lucas clicked on the top file which happened to be a voice recording. “ Hello? ” The room was filled by the voice of who could only be Lila Rossi. 

“ Miss Rossi .” Gabriel’s voice came out of the speakers, but it sounded deeper. Lucas did not fail to notice how some of those around him flinched at the sound, they had all been akumatized at one point he noted. 

“ Hawkmoth .” Lila greeted in barely restrained glee. It made Lucas’s stomach drop. “ Do you need my help again? Do you need me to be an akuma again?”

“What the fuck…?” One of the judicial police, Carmen Fortin, murmured in her shock. 

“Did she just say, again?” Agent Darcy growled.

“ Eager as always, Miss Rossi. ” Gabriel stated like it was the most normal thing he had heard. “ But no, no akuma this time. While I am aware you are…skilled in projecting your anger when the time needs, I am calling to see what progress you have made on Miss Dupain-Cheng .”

Everyone was quiet. 

“ I’m doing my best .” Lila gritted out in false cheeriness. “ I’ve isolated her in class, I’ve spread rumors, I’ve had her pathetic friends wrapped around my finger and had them denounce their friendship to her. I don’t know what more I can do. Why do you even want her to be akumatized? What do you and Gabriel Agreste see in her? She has no potential! She’s a lame goody-teo-shoes and- ”

“ Rossi .” Gabriel barked and everyone in the room flinched. “ Leave your inferiority complex at the door. I have explained time and time again why Miss Dupain-Cheng is imperative to our success. ”

“ Well then what do I do? ” Lila asked, obviously irritated. 

“ Do I have to have ideas for you too? Get creative Miss Rossi, if you can spin a web as…well as you do, this should be child’s play. I want Dupain-Cheng broken…I want her angry, I want her to be so impossibly lost that she won’t even think of denying Hawkmoth’s hand for help. ” 

“... I understand. I won’t fail you. ” It sounded like every word brought Lila pain.

“ No. You won’t .” 

The call ended then and still no one knew what to say. Hawkmoth had another accomplice and it was a teenage girl, and by the look of the absolute depth of the possible blackmail folder had, she had been an accomplice for a long time. Lucas didn’t call people evil lightly, but looking at the size of the folder he couldn’t help but think Lila Rossi was evil. How could one teen hate someone so much? How deep did this go? Just how many other people were involved in the attack on one Marinette Dupain-Cheng? On Paris? Lucas was scared to find out, but first, they needed to track down Lila Rossi and her mother.

Next Chapter

[sappho-favourite-pupil]

Tw vampirism (as in, sexual fantasy involving an actual vampire), mentions of blood and blood sucking.

What if a vampiress were to sneak into my room, in the middle of the night? She would enter from my balcony, passing through the door window, the one i accidentally forgot to close before i went to sleep. But how could a vampire enter my house without me inviting her? Well, she knows i want her to come in, she knows i want her to pull me close to her freezing body and kiss my lips.

It wouldn't be the first time.

She has already been here many times, she knows i'm sleeping in a corner of my bed, my chest after the wall, my hair tied in a messy bun. She would come close to me, lightly caressing my cheek with the tip of her fingers, taking her time to enjoy the warmth radiating from my body.

<<Darling>> she would whisper softly in my ear, sending a shiver down the back of my neck <<I'm here, my darling>>, and i would scoop closer to her body. Even without opening my eyes, even being still half asleep, my muscles would remind her curves and my ears the sweet sound of her voice. I would hug her tight and lay my head against her breast, complimented by the dark red corset she is wearing, wrapping one of my legs around her waist.

<<What time is it?>> i mumble, eyes still shut.

Her lips brush against my forehead:<<It's late, it's really late...but i couldn't wait to have you, darling>> and these few words are enough to send another shiver through my back, while i feel a wave of pure extasy wash all over me.

My eyes are suddently wide open, my breath fastened with excitment:<<Hi>> i clean my throat, coughing a little. I can physically feel myself blush under her gaze.

<<I love when you blush for me like that>> she tilts my chin to have better access to my neck <<Let me kiss you, mmh?>> and gently rests her lips over my windpipe, again and again, her hands groping my body. It doesn't even feel like someone is kissing me, it almost feels like being caressed by a feather.

The deal between the two of us is clear: i'll let her taste my blood, if she makes me cum first.

And she does, every single time.

She presses my back against her chest, gently feeling my chest up with one hand a kissing my right shoulder. Keeping my warm body close to hers, it's the best aphrodisiac: i know that's the biggest turn on for her.

Her fingers brushing my clit in slow circles are for me what my throbbing veins are for her, and i know that. I know that, and that's why i throw my head back on her shoulder. I can clearly see her eyes, bright with lust, gaze at the side of my neck.

Yeah, that's her favorite spot.

I can feel her fingers picking up pace, her nipping the back of my neck much more roughly with every second. Not roughly enough to break the skin, but still enough to send shivers down my back and make me moan.

And i'm so close, my back arching.

<<That's it>> i hear her murmoring into my ear <<Cum for me, my dear...Let me make you feel good>> and this is enough to send me over the edge.

My legs shake as i shut my eyes close, abandoning myself to the waves of my own pleasure, and to her comforting touch.

And now that i got what i wanted, it's time she gets what she wants too.

I know the feeling of her sharp fangs penetrating the skin of my shoulder, i know it even too well. I was kinda scared the first time. I thought, of course, that it was going to be painful, maybe even atrocious. I was wrong.

It doesn't hurt...well, it does sting a bit at first, only for a couple of seconds. After that imperceptible amount of time, the feeling is breathtaking. The softness of her lips sucking on my skin and the sharpness of her teeth sucking the blood out of me. It's a warm feeling, a hot bath or a comfortable blanket, and it makes me want to scoop closer to her, to lean into the bite.

And my eyes become heavier and heavier, my body gets more and more relaxed, that usual feeling of floating washes over me.

<<You still awake?>> her soft voice makes me regain an inch of conciousness. I can hear her heavy breathe, the way her chest brushes against my back. It's not like she's actually breathing, of course, even though she always appears to be kind of fatigued after a bite. I don't know why, one day i'll ask her, maybe.

I'd like to answer and say that, yeah, i am still awake, but i'm too tired to speak, my lips and tongue and facial muscles refuse to perform their duty. I just nod, eyes shut.

I can feel her hold on me tighten, and then nothing. But i know she will come back in a few days. She always does.

[allthingswhumpyandangsty]

do you mind doing a snippet of the hero minding their own business and then they see the villain walking down the sidewalk bleeding(?), clearly running from someone but before the hero confronts them villain passes out and wakes up in the hero's apartment

villain makes enemies wherever he goes, it’s what he does best. he’s a villain, after all.

he underestimated his opponent today. that was a mistake, and he learned his lesson the hard way.

staggering down the street with a stab wound in his abdomen, he didn’t really know where he was going, for how long his legs could continue carrying his weight before it gave out and he bled to death on some dirty sidewalk, alone.

people looked at him, yes, but no one reached out to help. they all avoided him like a plague, even if they didn’t know he was a bad person. they only saw him bleed and decided they didn’t want to get involved, which was… probably a smart decision for them.

after all, villain didn’t expect anybody to help him. he had no friends, only enemies. and he trusted no one.

in the end he someone ran into… hero, another enemy of his. and he thought to himself, ‘this is it. this is the day that you die,’ because he couldn’t have fought or defended himself in any way. he couldn’t even run away.

hero is going to kill you, that villain was sure of.

but before hero could do or say anything, the pain eventually became too much for villain’s body to take.

villain went out like a light, and wasn’t sure if he’d ever wake up again.

he did, it turned out, wake up again.

at hero’s place.

but clearly, villain had no idea where he was at first, only that he wasn’t tied up to a chair, or hung upside down from the ceiling.

he was… in a bed, covered in blankets, with a soft pillow underneath his head. it was… a cozy room he was in, not some creepy dungeons that he was so used to.

now this is weird. this is very weird. nice and comfy but weird. I’ve never been in a situation like this before. usually it involves a dark and windowless cell, a knife or two, and maybe a bucket of water, too.

villain decided to lift the blanket and looked down at his own body. there was a bandage wrapped around his middle, where he was stabbed. oh.

“was starting to fear you’d never wake again,” came hero’s voice, and villain stilled. froze.

villain’s mind started to recall the incident, what happened. him getting stabbed and bumping into hero right before he passed out.

and he woke up here, at hero’s place. the fact hero didn’t chain him up wasn’t anywhere as surprising as the fact hero didn’t kill him.

at first villain was certain hero kept him alive just so he could torture him later. based on villain’s personal experiences growing up, he had every right to assume everybody was going to hurt him and take advantage of his weakness, like a starving shark scenting a drop of blood in the ocean.

but no matter how much villain taunted hero with hurtful words, just to see how far hero could take until hero snapped and revealed his real intention to hurt villain, hero was persistent and was determined to nurse villain back to health, even if villain sure tried pushing him away time after time.

hero spoon feeding villain soft food, helping changing villain’s bandage daily, constantly touching villain’s forehead with the back of his hand to check whether or not villain had a fever.

villain was the worst patient and was stubborn, but so was hero. he wasn’t going to give up on villain, no matter what.

“why didn’t you kill me?”

“I don’t kill people.”

“why are you helping me? and don’t say that it’s what you do. I’ve hurt you so many times. we’ve hurt each other so many times. why didn’t you just leave me there to die when you found me?”

“because I never wanted to hurt you to begin with, whenever we fought, and because you were hurt — you still are — and you needed help.”

“you’re going to regret saving me.”

“I don’t care. all I care about right now is make sure that you’re okay.”

[mystic-story-lover]

~ Texas Death ~

Adam Page x Unnamed Female!Reader 

Word Count:  1589

Warnings: 18+, Swearing, Blood Content Warning, Public Sex, Fingering, Penetration, Oral (Male Receiving), 

Type: Fluff & Smut 

Summary: Hangman reflects with his girlfriend on his Texas Deathmatch against Swerve 

A/n: Okay, I saw this match and instantly knew this was going to be written 

~~~ 

Sometimes, Hangman really pissed her off. 

Tonight was AEW’s Full Gear, and her boyfriend was to fight in a Texas Deathmatch. She knew the match was going to be brutal, and she knew that Adam would be taking bumps that made her nervous, but she was also pissed. After promising her that he wouldn’t do anything reckless to get himself hurt, she watched him get glass in his back, fuck around with barbed wire, and play with staples. Out of most things in matches, Hangman knew that was one that grossed her out. 

“Babe, how many times do I have to tell you I’m sorry?” His voice came from behind her. 

“A million? Two million?” She retorted with questions of her own. “I had to watch one of my best friends take staples to the face. Do you know how gross it is to see staples in another person’s body?” 

“It was for the show, and I warned you there would be things you didn’t like in it.” He groaned, dragging a hand down his face.  

“I thought you meant glass or thumbtacks, not a fucking staple gun.” Her hands flew into the air in exaggeration. 

Hangman sighed, knowing she was right. For effect of the show, nobody warned her about the staple gun coming around, especially knowing how much she hated it. There’d been times that seeing them has caused her to become queasy, and he felt bad for the lack of warning. Jogging to catch up with her, Hangman let out a breath, hoping he could make it up to her. Once he’d caught up with her, the cowboy reached out for her wrist, catching it in his palm. Using the opportunity, he spun her around, giving her a chance to look at him. Hell, he’d drop to his knees in front of her if that’s what it took for her.  

With wide eyes, she sucked in a breath, taking the time to truly look at him everywhere. She noticed the way the dried blood lingered on his body, but any cuts were cleaned up already. Her hand shook as she reached out for him, and he grabbed it with one of his own, bringing it to his chest. 

“You’re still bloody,” she whispered, shaking her head. “I don’t get it, why are you still covered in blood?” 

“Because Darlin’, I didn’t care about cleaning myself up until I checked on you. You were right, I should’ve told you about the staple spots.” He spoke gently, still holding her hand. 

“I don’t know what to say.” She replied, a small smile appearing on her face. 

“You don’t have to say anything, I’m just glad to see you smile.” A smile came on his face as he answered her. 

Her actions were wordless, but they held a tension that the blonde didn’t expect to come from this. As her finger slipped under his chin, he looked at her eyes, and he noticed they were darker than normal. Using the resting finger, she brought Hangman’s face down to her level, and wrapped her arms around his neck. The small smile turned into a cocky smirk when she leaned up to kiss him, which he reciprocated. 

“Darlin’, what are you doing?” He panted out, pulling away from her lips the slightest bit. 

“All I’m doing is kissing you.” Her voice came with an innocent tone, but he knew by the look in her eyes that her thoughts were far from. 

“You really want to do this at work?” Another kiss from her sealed the answer he needed, and he backed her into a wall. 

The two weren’t far from his dressing room, but she knew that he was still sharing it with the rest of The Elite, leaving it useless to them. Thankfully, they were in a dark hallway, one that was barricaded from most sights by wooden crates. There was only one way to see down the hall, and that was to come up right next to the boxes, meaning they’d be hidden with ease. 

“Didn’t think I’d be getting this treatment tonight.” Hangman let out a little chuckle as he moved his feverish kisses to her jaw. She leaned her head back against the wall, welcoming the feeling of his lips on her body. 

“Neither did I,” a moan escaped her when his lips connected with her sweet spot. When his teeth contacted the flesh, a whimper followed his action. “Seeing you the way you are, I changed my mind.” 

“No complaints here.” He whispered below her ear, bringing his lips back up her neck. 

“Hangy, please, I need you.” She moaned out, panting as she leaned her head back in pleasure. 

Following her needs, the cowboy backed away, giving him the ability to turn her around. While her hands collided with the wall, he pressed himself right against her, allowing her to feel his cock through his gear. To not waste any extra time, he quickly tugged her leggings down, her lace underwear coming off at the same time.  

“Touch yourself for me baby.” He grunted, palming her ass in the process.  

She did as he told her, bringing one hand off the wall and letting it fall to her pussy. Small silent whimpers fell from her lips as her fingers met her clit. Adam listened to her gasp as she slipped two fingers into her entrance, and he lowered himself to a squatting position so he could watch her. He’d always admired the sight of her completely at his will, following everything he told her to do, no matter how badly she wanted his hands on her. Tonight, he wouldn’t make her wait long, as he stood upright again, he began to unbuckle his belt. He listened as she continued to pant, his rock-hard cock only becoming painful while restrained. Still reeling from the pleasure between her legs, she listened as the sound of a zipper interrupted the moans she let out. The following sound of fabric falling only increased the slickness at her core, and she released a louder moan as his hand encountered her ass. 

“Take your fingers out Darlin.” He spoke, kissing her left shoulder blade. Again, she did as he told, removing her fingers and bringing the hand back up. “Taste yourself babe.” 

Following instructions again, she took both fingers in her mouth, sucking on them. A muffled moan came from her as she could taste herself. A grunt of approval came from the taller man behind her, and he placed his lips on her middle upper back as he spread her legs a little farther with his foot. Using the extra room, one of his large hands that rested on her ass now found its way to her hip, allowing him to hold her steady as he began to slide inside of her.  

“Fuck, Darlin’, you feel so good taking me in.” Hangman grunted, and she moaned at the feeling. 

Allowing her the time to adjust, he gave a few sloppy and gentle thrusts. When she started moving against him, he knew that he would be able to move faster. With his free hand, Adam reached for her long locks of hair, wrapping them around into a makeshift ponytail, and pulled her back against him. Whilst the point was to stay hidden in the darkness of the hallway, the smack-smack-smack of their bodies connecting could be heard from down the hall.  

“Shit, that feels so good.” Her pants were quicker than they’d been before, the result of him lifting one of her legs, giving him a new angle.  

“Fuck, I know baby. Want to make you feel good.” He grunted, biting her earlobe after his words. 

No longer able to control the volume of her moans, she bit her lip, an attempt that failed. The pleasure that she felt became too much, and she couldn’t keep silent anymore. 

“Adam, oh right there. Please Adam.” She begged, a whining tone following her. 

“Please what Darlin’?” His question was cocky, and they both knew it. 

“Touch me, please, I’m so close.” Another loud moan followed as Adam’s lips met the spot where her shoulder and neck meet. 

“My hands are already on you baby.” He chuckled when he groaned. “Let me hear you scream my name when you come baby.” He whispered in her ear, nose snuggled into the side of her head as his fingers slid down to her clit.  

The feeling of his breath on her ear followed with his skillful fingers playing with her bundle of nerves nearly sent her over the edge, and Hangman felt her clench around him. The thing that sent her over however was when his teeth bit into her earlobe, and his free hand spanked her at the same time. She clenched around him, squirming against him, and he heard her screaming his name. 

“Fuck, baby, I need you on your knees. Want to come in your mouth.” He grunted, pulling out of her swiftly. As soon as her knees connected with the cool tile, his hands formed her hair into another pony. Thrusting quickly, he took control of her throat, and she relaxed it to take him farther in. She felt the way his hips stuttered, along with the hot ropes of cum as he finished in her mouth.  

“Shit, that was hot.” He whispered, and she nodded along. 

“Yeah, except for us who heard it down the hall from you two!” Adam Cole called from the Elite’s locker room, and the couple laughed. 

[fern-writes-whump]

Favourite whump trope? Hidden injury.

hidden injury!!

a classic, definitely a weak spot of mine <3 I seriously love whumpees who refuse to ask for help

when everyone else around them is too busy panicking and managing another emergency to notice how pale they're getting

when they think it's their fault for messing up so they're afraid that being found out will mean being punished

when they stop "just a second to catch their breath" and realize they don't have the energy to get back up again <3

when they excuse themselves to cough up blood !

when they try to sleep off a stab wound only to wake up to a panicked caretaker yelling at them

what can I say I like my whumpees stubborn and maybe just a little bit stupid <3

Thank you for the ask Scribbs <3

If anyone else wants to tell me their favourite trope... you know where my askbox is ;]

[thefandomenchantress]

Ace Theories/Headcanons

So I’m currently hyper fixating on Ace Markey and I wanted to share some of my headcanons. I have evidence to support some of them, but others I just think are fun to think about.

Something I immediately took notice of while scrolling through Ace’s Sprites (y’know, something any normal, well-adjusted person would do for hours on a Sunday evening) is that his boots have very large heels. Like, I’m talking AT LEAST an inch tall, if not more. Here’s a picture for proof:

Now, keep in mind that Nico and Ace are both 5’5 according to their character profiles. So you’d think that in the actual episodes, Ace would appear taller than Nico, since Ace has on his boots. But both appear almost exactly the same height in the actual episodes (though it’s hard to tell since Ace’s hair is so poofy now). Because of this, I have decided to believe Ace is actually 5’3-5’4ish, but like hell he’d ever admit that, so he doesn’t correct people when they say he’s 5’5.

Another thing I took notice of while scrolling through Despair Time’s tumblr is the jackets-off reference for Ace. There’s a little blurb next to him that states:

“ALWAYS wearing gloves”. Not ‘usually’, not ‘almost always’, just always. Which is a strange thing to specify, since other characters like Charles, Arturo, Eden, etc., all of whom wear gloves, are never specified to ALWAYS wear their gloves. In fact, Charles is also in the jackets-off reference and is seen without his gloves. TL;DR, them mentioning Ace always wears gloves is unusual.

So of course I spent way too long overthinking why he always wears gloves, and came to a conclusion. Let me explain.

Something that stuck out to me even before seeing the jackets-off reference is this sprite:

As you can see, Ace is biting his fingers anxiously. This is what led me to the conclusion that he has a bad habit of biting his fingers or knuckles when stressed, and his gloves serve the purpose of both protecting his hands when he indulges in this habit, and also hiding the damage to his hands this habit has caused from other people. Since he’s anxious a whole lot of the time, and his teeth are so sharp (or at least two of them are), I’d bet that habit could even cause his hands to bleed.

This would also help explain why Ace’s neck is all bandaged even after he refused to go to the infirmary in episode 6 of chapter 2, when he instead went back into his room. He just used the bandages he had in his room that he usually used for his hands. It would also fit the whole ‘Your body is falling apart’ part of his secret.

He’s definitely the type to like cheesy romance novels, even though he’d never admit it. I have no evidence for this one, I just feel like it suits him.

I have two theories explaining why Ace hates cats (He states that he doesn’t like them in Chapter 1):

Since he often says he hates things as a substitute for saying he’s afraid of them, (Example: Saying he doesn’t like Xander instead of saying he’s afraid of him, which he does a few times throughout Chapter 1), I definitely think he’s terrified of cats. He says he hates them, but really he’s just scared they’re going to tear him to shreds with their very sharp claws.

Or maybe people called him a scaredy-cat so much that he developed an irrational hatred towards the animal.

He gets really blushy when he’s happy. My evidence is that one sprite where he’s being sarcastically happy:

(I pray we see this sprite at least once in the future episodes, but things aren’t looking so good for Ace right now, so maybe not)

Because of his not-so-great eating habits, his body isn’t great at regulating its temperature. This leads to him getting really cold at night, so he sleeps with a ton of blankets.

Ever since Ace’s “THAT’S HORSESHIT!” line before his rebuttal showdown, I’ve headcanoned that he really likes horse puns and whenever he makes one pretends it was unintentional. But under no circumstances will he ever let Whit find out about this.

Aaaand that’s all. Just wanted to share those, since I’ve been thinking about them for a while. If you’re reading this, thanks for reading until the end. :)

[icekingofhope]

ok so

I got back into hellsing by rewatching it and my friend giving me an idea of a silly oc

but I have to come clean about something a unpopular opinion

I hate hellsing ultimate now I know there are people would defend this anime I mean hell I seen people say they like the 2001 verison better and every fan of ultimate under the fucking sun comes around

saying ultimate better and it’s better then 2001 but I happen to disagree I will admit there are likable characters in it I like pip and the villain rip van winkle

but the story and the rest wasn’t doing it for me the two main reasons I don’t like ultimate is that I don’t like the n*zi plot I just don’t like stories about them and finding out it was the nazis that are the villains it soured my taste

and I don’t really like how the story went (and another reason because i hated the implied interga x Alucard shit in the end it made me cringe cause he met her when she was a child and the master and servant relationship just was abit ehhhh…)

plus the animation and blood was abit to much for me and such

I like 2001 more cause I like how it tried to be its own thing and plus the music animation just feels amazing and it doesn’t feel like I’m just watching a film about war and plus Alucard to me is way more interesting I didn’t like his backstory or how the show had to show that he is powerful it felt like a Mary sue in a way but him in 2001 made me really like him how mysterious it is and such

now I am aware that ultimate is more true to the manga but I’m sorry but I just can’t like ultimate I had tried to like it I really did but 2001 just catches my attention a lot more

Now please don’t go fighting about it for my opinion I’m just a simple guy who just doesn’t like a verison of a anime I’m not saying “ohohoho you shouldn’t watch ultimate cause cause” you CAN still watch ultimate if you want to I have no control in your life and you don’t have control with mine

anyways I hope you all have a good day lads and lasses

[owlclawstudios]

I have au idea fallen angel au

Note this dose not connect to the bible or the religion

In my au henry was a high ranking angel helping souls to heaven, a former human that died, joey a high ranking angel is a corrupt member of the heavenly court, so is susie she is working with joey in exchange for more power, they would take captured demons and execute them in a coliseum for their own enjoyment much to the horror of the other angels but they cant say or do anything about it because if they do they would become fallen angels and the decommissioning of a angel is gruesome and painful one day when a sinner is gonna be excuted by angelic army soilders henry couldnt stand this so he jumped in and saved him the demon was sammy lawrence and helped him escape susie jumped in with her soilders and arrested henry and joey sentenced him to be fallen henry shakled to the ground as susie took a golden bone saw and cut of henry's wings one by one it was agonizing for him since it was a slow process to cut through feathers, muscle, tendons and bone, they took henry's halo and shattered it

They unshackled him and they took henry and throw him inside a portal that takes him to hell or earth but henry fell 4,0000000 feet from heaven and he landed through pine trees and bushes getting pine needles imbedded into his wounds. He managed to survive a fall that would kill any human and the amount of blood he lost but he survived he disgused himself as a human he adapted to life on earth again like he was when he was human before his death he meets linda and they got married henry hid the fact he was angel for 4 years joey and susie soon began sending angels to earth to kill sinners which is going against the heavenly code so is misconduct of power linda died of a illness they had a daughter named evelyn and henry soon sees sammy again they can recognize each other in human form and just like with linda he hid that he was angel from his daughter evelyn to keep her safe Sammy knew he was angel and henry knew he was the demon he saved the two soon began dating

[kingbabydollbilly]

Saudade (B. Hargrove x Reader)

Saudade: the intense longing for something that has been loved and then lost

Word Count: 2.1k

Summary:  After surviving the mind flayer attack at Starcourt Mall, Billy loses who he once was.

Warnings:  Neil Hargrove, swearing, mentions of blood, disability

The screams.

God the screams.

They haunted you.  They weren’t even just nightmares anymore, they occupied your mind every waking second of the day.  Blasting music over your stereo didn’t even help anymore.  You thought you would go insane each time the blood-curdling cries resonating from your boyfriend as he was pierced by the mind flayer played on repeat in your head.  Every night you tossed and turned for hours with the images of his blood spilling out of his body like it was nothing.  The feeling of the hot liquid seemed to still drown your hands, replacing your own skin.  What you thought was his last breath stole yours away.  His immense pain and suffering was all you could see, all you could feel, and all you could think about.  It took over any other thought you could possibly have.  It never left you.  And to your dismay, it never left him either.

“Billy?”  You called out quietly.  

No answer.

“Billy, is that you?  Are you awake?”

A low groan came from your boyfriend’s resting figure.

“Yeah.  I’m up.”  He answered plainly, his voice rough and gravely from first waking up.

“Okay.  Let’s get you up, love.”

As much as you loved calling him that, you hated the way his face would contort when you did.  It’s not that he didn’t love you or relish in the fact that you thought so highly of him, it’s that it made him feel weak.  It’s something that he would call you, not the other way around.

“Yeah, sure.”  

Ever since the attack, it was hard to get many words out of him.  If you did, it was usually him sending empty insults that he never actually meant your way or he would complain about anything and everything, like he couldn’t find happiness or peace in anything in his life anymore.  The only thing he ever felt content and at peace with was with you.  He never thought he would feel such a love like yours.  Your warm touch and soft heart being completely focused on him.  He loved you more than himself and felt that it was his duty to protect you from all kinds of harm.  But as life would have it, one shot to the spine from the mind flayer’s merciless tentacles took all of that away from him.

“Can you roll to your side a bit more, Billy?”

Billy inhaled deeply, releasing it in a weighted sigh.  It took so little to agitate him but you knew to never think it was anything against you, no matter how it came off.

“There we go.  That’s better.”  You smiled lightly, sympathetically even, and watched how he rolled his eyes at it.  

You chose to ignore it and lifted his legs closer to the edge of the bed.  

“Alright, let me help you sit up so we can-”

“I’m not completely useless, I can fucking sit up on my own.”  Billy snapped back.

You said nothing, only frowning at his response and watching as he struggled to use his once buff arms to prop himself up.  It hurt so bad to watch as his arms slowly shrank over time while he was still in the hospital.  Before all of this, he religiously worked out.  If he wasn’t spending his time with you at a party, ravaging you in his sheets, or going on small dates to run down diners the two of you stumbled upon while going on drives in his Camaro, he was lifting weights.  You used to joke about his arms being bigger than your head, about how you swore he loved the weights more than he did you.  Now, here you were, watching him barely able to bring himself upright on his own.

Billy let out a loud growl, obviously feeling frustrated that he had to grab your shoulder for support just to sit up.  

“It’s okay, I’ve got ya.”  You reassured him.

“Don’t talk to me like I’m a fucking child.”  His voice carried so much venom, yet his eyes seemed lifeless.

“I’m sorry, I’m just trying to help you, Billy.”

“I don’t need help!”  You boyfriend shouted, startling you.

Attempting to hide the tears welling up in your eyes, you turned your back to him and went over to the wheelchair placed at the end of his bed, bending down to undo the safety lock, then gripping the two handles to push it over to him.

“Do you want me to-”

“No.”  He interrupted. 

“Okay.”

He was letting his stubbornness get the best of him but you didn’t want to force anything on him.  Anything to relieve some of his suffering, you would do.  Right now, it was best to let him try and wake up on his own.  Today was going to be one of his bad days.  Listening to his grunts and groans as he tried his hardest to lift his entire body with just his arms into the wheelchair certainly did not help the tears that had previously been building up in your eyes.  With each sound of him wrestling with himself, you could feel the dams breaking.

“Why are you crying?”  Billy asked, speaking monotonously.

“Nothing, I’m sorry.”  You lied, swiftly wiping away the tears that got loose and were running down your cheeks.

“What, you can’t talk to me now?”

“No, that’s not-”

“Think I’m not strong enough to handle what’s bothering you, huh?”  Billy wheeled himself forward, moving closer to you.  “Think I can’t do anything now?  I’m probably a shitty boyfriend now because of this FUCKING CHAIR NOW, RIGHT?!?”

Sobs were escaping you now, unable to hold back anymore.

“Fucking shit.”  He mumbled under his breath, wheeling past you out of his bedroom, making his way into the kitchen.

You waited a moment before following him, giving yourself a minute to compose yourself and face him again.  Once you excited his bedroom and walked into the kitchen, you found him yanking a loaf of packaged bread off of the kitchen table, taking out a few slices before throwing it back onto the surface.  

“Whatcha makin?”  You asked, trying to lighten the mood a bit, leaning against the doorway of the kitchen.

“Toast.”

He always had toast in the mornings.  You weren’t sure why but he refused to eat anything else.  His breakfast plates used to be filled with eggs, sausages, bacon, you name it.  Now, you’re lucky if he eats three meals a day.

“Do you want something more….filling?  I could cook you something.”  You offered.

“No.  Toast is fine.”  Billy grumbled.

“If the bitch wants to cook, let her cook.  She knows her place.”

Both of your heads snapped towards the front door, where Billy’s father, Neil, had just walked in.

“I’ll just…finish the toast for him.”  Your voice trembled.  

“Baby, it’s fine.  I got it.”  

Baby.  You didn’t hear that very often anymore so when you did, it was like music to your ears.  You stood silent,  your breath shortening from nerves, eyes darting between your feet on the ground.  Billy noticed.

“She’s your woman, Billy.  It is her JOB to serve you!”  Neil shouted, pointing his finger at Billy while his eyes were glued on you.

“She’s not my fucking slave, dad!”  

“What did you just say to me?”  Neil took a step towards his son.

“I said, she’s.  Not.  My.  Fucking.  Slave.  And you can’t tell her what to do!”  Billy raised his voice.

Fear ran through your body.  Any other time you were nervous when Neil went at Billy, sure, but this was different.  It was much more terrifying when your boyfriend didn’t have use of half his body and it disgusted you that Neil seemed to use it to his advantage.  

Smack.

The loud crack of Neil’s hand connecting harshly with your boyfriend’s face thundered throughout the kitchen.  At that sound, you found yourself crying once more.

“Look at that, Billy.  Now your bitch is crying.  Good fucking job.  Fucking useless and disappointing.”  Neil spat, turning back into the living room and leaving out the front door.

An intense silence filled the room as you were frozen in place, unsure of what the next move was.  You were doing your best to keep your crying quiet, not wanting to upset anyone else anymore.

“Baby.”  Billy broke the silence.

You didn’t respond.

“Baby?”  He turned his wheelchair to the side to get a better look at you.

“Sorry, yeah?”

“Stop saying sorry all the time.”

“S-...okay.”  You didn’t know what else to say.

Billy inhaled deeply and wheeled closer to you, taking your hands in his when he got close enough.  He just stared at them for a few minutes, never willing to admit in that moment, he was afraid.

“You still love me?”  He questioned, eyes locked onto your hands.

The question caught you off guard, never expecting such insecurity from him.  All this time you assumed that he knew you loved him more than anything, to the point of obsession.  You’ve never so much as thought about another man, let alone considered leaving him or had faltering feelings.  He was yours, and you were his.

“I….of course I do, Billy.  Why wouldn’t I?  You….you breathe life into me.”

“I breathe life into you, even though that flayer shit stole half of mine?  Doesn’t make sense.  You don’t make sense.”

You frowned.  Was he angry at you this time?

“You are everything to me, Billy.  You are….the air in my lungs, the blood in my veins, the stars in my sky, the-”

“Alright, alright, nuff’ with the sappy shit.  I get it.”

You almost felt yourself start to chuckle.

“You know what I don’t get though?  Why you feel that way when I’m half a man now.  Stuck in this fuckin’ chair.”  He balled his fist and punched the side of the chair.  “Can’t do shit for myself.  Can’t do shit for you.  Can’t fuckin’ do anything.”  

Your heart wrenched at the sight of his eyes growing glossy.  He never cried in front of you; it made him feel lesser.  The only time you had ever seen him cry before this day was when he started telling you goodbye as he bled out on the floor of the Starcourt Mall.  His rivers of tears mixed with the blood caked on his face.  Both of you thought it was the last time you were going to see each other and feel each other’s embrace.  Neil had corrupted his mind so terribly that the ONLY time you saw him cry during your two year relationship was with his dying breath.

“Billy, I don’t care if you’re in that stupid chair.”

His eyebrows raised.

“No, I- I didn’t mean I don’t care.  I mean that….it doesn’t change my feelings for you.  I still love you just as much as I did when you could walk.  You suddenly being in a wheelchair doesn’t take away my love for you.  That’s not how love works.  It’s me and you, Hargrove.”

For the first time in days, you saw a small smile appear on his face.  Hargrove.  Took him back to your earlier days of knowing each other.  Before you really knew who he was under the thick armor he put on every day to cover his true self.  Back when in your brain, he was just another asshole, womanizing athlete.  Sure, the two of you had a rough start because of his tough exterior, but god were you wrong.  And you’ve never been happier to be so wrong.

“Me and you, huh?”  His hands left yours and pulled you closer by your waist.  

“Yeah, me and you….Hargrove.”  

A laugh left his throat this time.

“Quit teasin’, babydoll.”

“Teasing?  Me?  Never.”  You grinned.

“Commere.”  

Billy pulled you onto his lap, reaching his neck out to encourage you to move your face closer.  When your lips met his, he moved with passion.  He normally opted for hot and heavy makeouts but this was different.  This was grace and gentleness, like he was pouring his love into you with his mouth.  

You broke away from the kiss.

“There is nothing, I mean NOTHING that could take away how I feel about you, love.”

You waited for his face to grimace, but it didn’t.

“Guess you’re stuck with me then, huh?”  The small smile he had on his face grew larger than before.

“Guess so.”  You leaned in to kiss him again, then lifting yourself up off of his lap.  “So!  You want some eggs with your toast?  You can make the toast and I’ll make the eggs.”

“Yeah, that sounds great, love.”  He winked.

What started out as one of his bad days turned into a day of sweet and frequent kisses, gentle embraces, and a hot and hearty breakfast for the love of your life.  Although you wished he never had to deal with the paralysis in the first place, you couldn’t have been happier that he was simply alive.

[silversoulstardust]

Chapters: 1/4 Fandom: Buddy Daddies (Anime) Rating: Explicit Word count: 3601 words Relationships: Kurusu Kazuki/Suwa Rei Summary:

And yet, here he was, standing frozen like a deer in the headlight at the sight of blood. At the sight of Kazuki’s blood, the way he was unconscious on the ground as he continued to bleed from his head following the fall against the edge of the curb, slowly seeping to the ground and staining it red. There was a broken lightbulb, of glasses shattering right next to his hand.

“Papa Rei, call the ambulance,” Miri urged Rei before shifting her attention again to Kazuki, kneeling by his side and roughly shaking him to get him to wake up with increasing panic. “Papa Kazu! Papa Kazu, wake up! This is not funny! Papa Rei, hurry! Ambulance!”

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OR: Kazuki had a head injury and lost his memories. Rei and Miri worked together to make him remember, and Kazuki fell in love all over again.

[kiame-sama]

Dreamless Sleep- (Yandere!All for One x Reader)

Warnings; bit angsty, a bit sad, yandere themes, refusal to accept death, revival, mention of death, denial, mention of blood, sedative, 'patient' yandere

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Twenty-five years, six months, two weeks, four days, ten hours, fourteen minutes, and thirty-one seconds.

That is how long he had been waiting. That's how long All for One had been working to bring his beloved back. Truly, it felt much longer to him.

Despite the fact he had seen centuries go by, those years felt even longer than all of them put together. Every moment they were not by his side made his heart ache and seize in a way he never thought possible. In fact, he never believed he would find someone who mattered this much up until the very moment he met them.

How to describe them..? When he first saw them he felt as if his heart had ripped itself out of his chest and bounded loyally after, like a pup chasing the heels of its master. He had even believed he could have been dying even as his close confidants and body guards swarmed to find an answer for their beloved leader's suddenly perceived collapse. The commotion must have startled or unsettled them, as they disappeared from sight even while he tried to choke out an order to find and bring that human to him.

Something about them had struck him dumb, leaving him scrabbling at the pavement if only to follow and claim them however possible. His body screamed and wailed in distress and agony as they left his sight, his wild eyes following even after they were long gone. Everything in him raged and rioted, furious they had escaped and the fools around him couldn't see who it was that he so desperately needed.

There was a kind of warmth they left in his mind, like a gentle heat that warmed his empty body with what could be considered a soul. If others were to be believed, he had no soul and even he wondered if his brother's biting words were true. After all, he was the one who reveled in the death of others and the blind fanatic loyalty his followers had for him.

Seeing them set a blaze in his chest that he tried to smother or tame, only to have that blaze become an inferno that swirled around his very being and set fire to his uncaring mind. He needed them. It wasn't even a need as mundane as drink or food, he needed them as desperately as a suffocating man needed and begged for air. His chest constricting to painful levels any time he thought of them and didn't have them by his side.

There was a kind of desperation within him linked to their presence that he refused to hide, even in front of his long-time followers. He was a sinful light that longed to smother and engulf the divine light they seemed to carry in every step. Everything about them was burned deep into his memory, to the point he could illustrate their visage with impeccable accuracy.

Day and Night he had his people searching, like rats scrambling to appease their tyrannical feline overlord. Eventually he made a wide statement to all of his dear, devoted 'friends' where he demanded they be found and brought before him. He should have been more careful. He should have known those idiots would do anything to get his darling in front of him, he just couldn't believe those fools killed them to do it.

When they were finally presented before him, his body and mind ached with agony. Their poor soft body laying limply like a discarded toy that had been tossed so carelessly down at his feet. Their chest lay still, eyes sightless and staring accusingly up at him for so callously demanding they be brought to him without specifying he wanted them alive and unharmed.

The idiots were in the midst of congratulating themselves when he attacked, and he made sure all heard their agonized cries. Those cries echoed the stabbing ache in his chest, giving voice to his misery and anger. Even after they stopped screaming he still kept going, needing his closest confidants to break him from his blind torment.

He held their limp form so delicately in his arms, closing those accusing eyes so they merely seemed to be asleep. There was no way he could accept it, no way he could give up and move on. He didn't even get to hold or embrace them as he so desperately wished.

It was then he swore to bring them back, no matter the cost.

Keeping their body in stasis and practicing on others to create Nomu with personalities until he could do it in his sleep took longer than expected. Hours spent pouring over research and anything that could help him bring them back as fully as possible. He had used bodies of fallen heroes before, why not use the body of his beloved?

It was a fine line between creating an independent being and creating a mindless Nomu, but he was determined. Nothing would stop him, and nothing would stand in his way, not even death. He refused to let reality remain out of his control long ago, now he would shape reality into returning what was stolen from him.

The heart-rate monitor beeped steadily and quietly to his left, his eyes trained on the shallow and artificial rising of their soft chest in time with the machine whirring. It forced air into and out of their lungs just as a machine forced their heart to beat and circulate blood through their body. He hand picked the new quirks he would force into their delicate form, enough to give life but not enough to twist them into a true Nomu.

As he looked down at the reports, one of the doctors tasked with ensuring his dearest never lost their signs of life let out a gasp of shock. The noise drew his sharp gaze to the body laying in front of him before he realized why the doctor had such a reaction. Their eyes were opening.

They seemed so lost, so confused, he almost forgot they had even died before the heart-rate monitor squealed with a rapidly rising pulse. The once still body of his beloved twitched and jerked seemingly mindlessly as machines blared in warning.

Even as the doctors scrambled to help, he stood frozen, watching their eyes roll back and mouth foam.

"I need a sedative!"

"Their brain activity is off the charts!"

"They're showing response to their surroundings!"

"Damn it, I said sedate them!"

The moment the syringe plunger stopped, their convulsing stopped as well, eyes returning to tiredly gaze around before stopping on him. Their shaky hand extended towards him, reaching out for some kind of contact, seeking physical connection in what was likely a terrifying and confusing reawakening. Their hand seemed so cold as he gently held it, kneeling beside them and shushing them soothingly.

This was the first time they responded to outside stimuli or even showed any level of awareness. If they were waking up, it wouldn't be long before All for One could finally hold them and embrace them as he has needed to since the moment he first saw them.

He looked forward to it. He was excited at the prospect of getting to finally have the one who made him feel such a genuine warmth in his chest. Not long now, he would have them in his arms soon.

[sappho-favourite-pupil]

TW: BANDAGE PICTURES BELOW

tw: mention of bleeding

(there is no blood in the pictures tho, just my bandaged hand).

I accidentally chopped one of my hands.

Quite literally.

As you may know, the palm bleeds a lot, which was kind of an issue because i was outside when i got hurt and i had to literally run back home. I kinda scared the neighbours lmao.

I won't be really using this hand in a while, but thank Sappho i'm right-handed (eheh 👀).

[allthingswhumpyandangsty]

an unstable whumpee lashing out at caretaker during their having an episode or a breakdown. they didn’t know what they’d done until they calmed down and realized their hands were soaked in blood that wasn’t their own.

[foxboidrew]

Welcome, Project Ru-A

I got bored and wanted to write something! This is 1,433 words, which is the longest thing I've ever written, so I'm very proud of it! A picture is included at the end! This one is a bit dark, so please be aware of the following:

Tw// mention of blood, mention of death, fainting, kidnapping, panic attack(s), forced mind possession (??), being trapped in one's own head, talks of murder, being referred to as a 'play thing', and screaming (lots of screaming)

A hummed as he made his way to the Daycare. It was time to help Sun clean again for the week, so he was fully prepared with lots of sanitizer. Though, something felt off. He had noticed that Sun didn't send him a message this week, which was concerning in A’s eyes because Sun was always on schedule, making sure times were correct and when A would be there. But he had received nothing of the sort.

Upon arriving at the entrance to the Superstar Daycare, A froze in place as he saw the total destruction. “WHAT THE HELL?!” He cried out. Debris was everywhere, from the entrance to the entirety of the area, was nothing but ash, some smoke, and broken pieces. Had something that Moon built malfunctioned?

A walked further in, leaving the cleaning cart at the front. He carefully made his way through the darkness, yet he could feel eyes on him. Just the feeling alone made him want to high tail it out of there. As he got closer to the door he could hear voices, three to be exact. But they didn't sound like anyone he knew, and none of them sounded distressed about the situation. In fact, it seemed the more higher toned of the bunch was delighted.

“Who the hell…?” A whispered to himself. He was thankful for the little bit of light as he peeked through a small hole in the wall of the main daycare structure. To his surprise he found more Sun and Moon models, but something was wrong.

He looked at the one closest to the wall. He couldn't see their face, but it looked like Sun, but also Moon? Albeit destroyed, and british, but he seemed the most excited to be here. Looking at the other, he couldn't help but feel a sense of dread, as if he knew this thing. It wore mostly navy blue with accents of red, baring a hood and ripped cape and what looked like a jumper. His face was maroon and white with red swirly eyes, and sharp teeth to match his claws. He sat back to listen.

“Excellent work today, Bloodmoon! As your prize, you will get a barrel with enough blood to feed both of you~!”

So his dread was right… He never explicitly knew or met Bloodmoon, but he would always hear about him from Sun in passing. He contemplated running, but he feared that he would be heard from how quiet the place was. He honestly found it to be a miracle that the front doors did not make a sound.

“You hear that, brother?! We get more blood!” A deeper voice cheered.

“I know! I'm so excited! And hungry…” A now lighter voice spoke back from the same body.

“Now, run along and feast! I feel as though we have a guest.” The broken one ushered the two.

A could feel his heart practically beating out of his chest as he heard that. Had he been discovered? How?! He could have sworn he was quiet! He listened for the two twins to be far enough away to make his way to a hiding place. He was quick enough right? He had managed to escape situations like this plenty of times! He panicked, ducking behind some piled up debris, as the doors to the main daycare opened and the broken one stepped out.

“Where, oh where has the little mouse gone~? Let's play a game, shall we?”

A stood there, looking for any escape route. As he looked around, the footsteps progressively got louder, and he could have swore he saw a rectangular red light. He brushed off the light to being has panic.

“I can hear your heartbeat, how curious~”

A weighed his options before trying to run, but was quickly grabbed by the broken animatronic. It seemed faster, as if it knew what it was doing. A starting kicking and screaming, actually terrified of this being. He had never seen it, and didn't know what it could do, but if it's working with Bloodmoon, this could very well be how he died. “NO-! LET ME GO-! PLEASE-!”

Ruin only chuckled, pulling A tighter in his grip. A let out a strained squeak as he let out what breath was stuck. Its grip really hurt, and he could feel bits of its body threatening to cut his flesh at any moment. “How curious… We seem to have someone snooping about~! This simply cannot do~!”

A tried to struggle as much as he could, but feeling a few deep scratches caused him to quickly stop. “P…please, I can just lea-”

“Leave?! After everything you've seen and heard? Oh no, no, no~! You simply must stay! You have no choice.”

A whimpered in his grip, scared out of his mind; It was making him lightheaded. And maybe a bit too much, as the world spun, and inevitably he passed out…

He woke up once more, but tied to the lower structure of the play structure. His hands were tied behind his back to the open bars. And it seemed that he was placed in a constant criss-cross position, not that he minded, but his legs were getting restless. How long was he like this? He could feel another pair of eyes on him, different from the rest. That same sense of dread came back as he guessed it was Bloodmoon. How was he not dead?

“Why can't we rip it apart?!” Bloody cried in anguish.

“Because we have to ‘play along’ with our new ‘brother’,” Harvest rolled his eyes; A could practically hear it in his voice.

“Mmnrroooh- But it's right there- and I'm hungry again!!” Bloody growled.

“Would you two settle down?!” Ruin yelled, “I'm trying to make something for our new play thing! If you're so hungry, go find a barrel or some rats to eat! Our guest is not quite ready for your antics yet~”

“Fine!” Bloodmoon snapped and ran off.

A looked in the direction of Ruin. With all the debris, he couldn't see him, only the static of the tv that once promoted Sundrop Energizing Candy. What did Ruin mean? What was he making? Why not let the twins kill him? He tensed up as he heard footsteps again. Looking over, he saw a glowing pair of eyes, one yellow, one red. Ruin was drawing near. “Please, n-no-”

“Don't worry friend~! This won't hurt a bit~!” Ruin sung, holding up a mask that seemed to be the half of a moon model. “In fact… I think you'll feel good as new~”

A tried to fight off Ruin, but he knew he was out matched in both size and strength. He could only let out a scream as Ruin forced the mask on his face. His screams of fear turned into agony as the mask zapped and dug into his skin, embedding itself into the side of his face. Soon the screaming stopped and A slumped over, feeling paralyzed. His body felt numb as blood dripped from under the mask. His head throbbed, his heart pounding. How was he not dead? And why did he suddenly feel calm? And why did he not quite feel like himself?

Ruin smiled brightly as A looked up at him with bright purple eyes. “It worked!! Yes!! Days of work finished!! All with a little help of Stitchy~”

A struggled to wrap his head around what he was hearing. “Days…?” He covered his ears… why did his voice suddenly sound louder… as if he was hearing himself speak for the first time? Wait, how was he moving freely?

“Still not able to speak yet, hmm? Give it time~! I need to make a few upgrades~” Ruin giggled, and ran off once more.

A starting panicking again. He didn't actually say that? He looked around and could still see his surroundings, but why did his vision look off? Like he was watching a dream play out? Where was he? He turned his body around to see what looked like a vast void with the floor reminiscent of that of a black and white tiled castle. He looked at his hands, only to see purple glowing shackles on his wrists and ankles.

“Where am I?! Hello?!” He cried out, but nobody answered.

He cried out even more, but it only fell on deaf ears. Over and over, he even searched for an exit, but to know avail. Only more vast space. A fell to his knees, and started to sob.

Because when you're alone in your own head…

What else was there to do?

[blackhillverse]

POLISH WOMAN SEEKING MEDICAL ASSISTANCE AFTER TAKING ABORTION PILLS FACES POLICE HARASSMENT AND UNLAWFUL SEARCH IN HOSPITAL

going a little personal on this blog but i need to make an update regarding abortion situation in poland.

link to the interview with joanna (in polish): https://fakty.tvn24.pl/zobacz-fakty/pani-joanna-zazyla-tabletke-poronna-do-szpitala-przyjechali-policjanci-zabrali-jej-laptop-i-telefon-7245233

here’s a short recap of abortion situation in poland if you missed it: prior to 2020, poland had one of the strictest abortion laws in europe, allowing the procedure only in cases of severe fetal abnormalities, threats to the woman's life, or pregnancies resulting from rape or incest. however, in october 2020, the polish constitutional tribunal ruled that performing abortions due to fetal abnormalities was unconstitutional, effectively banning the procedure in most cases. following the ruling, abortion is now legally permitted in poland only in cases where the woman's life or health is at risk, or when the pregnancy is the result of a criminal act. this has made access to safe and legal abortions extremely limited for polish women, leading many to seek abortions abroad or perform it on their own with the help of a polish abortion rights group “aborcyjny dream team”.

now, onto the newest situation that has sparked national outrage. all of the information i used to write this post come from various polish news sources which i tried to translate into english. on tuesday (july 18th 2023) , "fakty tvn" (a polish television news program known for reporting current events and news stories) aired a segment that revealed the controversial intervention of the police in the case of joanna that had happened 3 months ago. in an interview with a journalist, joanna explained that she decided to take abortion pills due to health risks. when she started feeling unwell, she immediately informed her doctor who informed the emergency services. upon the arrival of the police at her apartment, joanna was taken by an ambulance to the hospital, accompanied by a police car.

a doctor from the emergency department described the situation surrounding joanna's case. he mentioned that four men were guarding the frightened woman, creating a barrier that hindered the work of the medical staff. the doctor did not receive a clear answer as to why the police were detaining the patient. joanna recalled that the word "crime" was repeatedly mentioned. at one point, she noticed that her laptop had disappeared. in a recording provided by an employee of the emergency department, the doctor can be heard intervening regarding joanna's computer. the police officer stated that it had been "secured for evidence" and requested not to interfere with their actions. the doctor considered calling the police, but one of the officers pointed out that an unjustified call to the police is an offense. joanna emphasized that the doctors at the emergency department stood up for her, stating that there was no need for the police to continue their involvement as she posed no threat. however, she continued to be questioned about her phone and laptop, which left her terrified and constantly in tears.

the police ran a make on the present doctors, and joanna was transported with police escort to another hospital with a gynecological department. another patrol was already present there, and an additional one was called. joanna was also forced to hand over her phone. she repeatedly told the police that no one helped her in performing abortion and that she had ordered the pills online. she said, "the word 'abortion' triggered almost a manhunt."

joanna also described what happened after she was referred to the second hospital. she explained that she was transported to the gynecological ward in an ambulance with sirens on. she didn't understand why she was taken to the gynecological department since the medical abortion she had performed did not pose a threat to her health and did not require that level of care.

she also confirmed that two policewomen appeared on the scene and ordered her to undress, do squats, and cough. this was the most difficult and humiliating moment for her, as she felt completely unprotected and stripped of her dignity. she complained that she could no longer count on the privacy protection from the doctors.

she recounted, "i undressed, except for my underwear because i was still bleeding, and it would have been too humiliating for me. they then told me to remove my underwear as well. that's when i shouted at them, 'what do you want from me? i was just examined by a gynecologist.'"

the spokesperson for the małopolska (province in southeastern poland) police, inspector sebastian gleń, stated that they received a report from a psychiatrist who informed them that their patient had undergone an abortion and expressed suicidal intentions. they provided the woman's address, leading to the dispatch of an ambulance and a police patrol.

joanna admitted that her call to the doctor may have sounded dramatic, but she assured them that she had no intention of harming herself. the doctor from the emergency department she was admitted to stated that a mere drop in mood is not a reason to call the police. according to him, if that were the case, half the country would require police assistance.

the police admitted that their intervention was based on article 152, not to protect joanna from suicide but on the assumption that someone must have helped her with the abortion. (article 152 of the polish penal code relates to the criminalization of assisting in the termination of pregnancy)

joanna did not break the law since, as ruled by the court, self-induced abortion is not prohibited in poland. she assured the police that she ordered, paid for, and took the abortion pills on her own, but her explanations were not taken into account. the doctor from the emergency department, where joanna was treated, stated, "she was in a rather difficult psychological situation, and when leaving our department she was in an even worse state."

professor adam bodnar, former polish commissioner for human rights, commented on the situation, saying: "it is extremely shocking that a doctor who found himself in this situation says, 'i have a patient, and you are taking away her phone and laptop.' he accuses the police officers themselves of violating the law, and they respond, 'and what can you do to us?' this shows the reality we live in." according to him, the police abused their authority.

terminating a pregnancy is not a crime in poland, and the police had no grounds to confiscate the computer and phone. currently, there is an ongoing investigation in the prosecutor's office regarding aiding abortion, but for three months since the dramatic incident, no charges have been filed against anyone.

the court, while considering the complaint about the confiscation of the phone and ordering its return, reminded the police that joanna was neither a suspect nor was there any basis to press charges against her. in poland, women are not penalized for having an abortion. the law does not punish women. joanna concluded her statement by saying, "this police intervention completely broke me. it destroyed me." the commissioner for civil rights also took up the case.

“i fight for my rights for myself, for restoring a sense of justice, but i make all of this public for other women” says joanna.