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prettiestgrlinthemorguexo · 3 months

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This is a preview of my WIP fanfic for Lucifer, it’s a three parter and this is a small about of part 1, since it’s still a WIP it’s not yet proof read :) Description: after his divorce, he finally gets back into the dating game…through a dating app :)

Please note I’m writing this before the release of ep7 and ep8 so-

Takes place between ep 5 and right before ep 6

I wrote nearly 98% of this at like 3 AM-

Warning: Lucifer being a dork, Lucifer being a dorky dad, age gap(reader died at like 25 and Lucifer is like a good few thousands years old so), talk of divorce, Charlie being a supportive daughter, I’ve never used a dating apps so i might get info wrong, Lucifer doesn’t know modern day technology or slang, lying

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Lucifer’s POV

“Charlie, are you sure about this?” I ask still hesitant, I knew Charlie just wanted to help and had the best intentions, but a dating app? “Of course!” Charlie exclaimed, face lite up. “It’s perfect! You get to meet people without the face to face interactions!” Charlie said downloading the app, viva by Voxtech.

Charlie’s was more excited than I was, I wanted to meet people but an app? I can’t help but feel my heart race and my body get heavy, why was I this nervous. In the middle of my overthinking Charlie handed me the phone, it had a profile made it had my name and many details. It felt like I was giving it to all 9 rings of hell! “Ok! How we gotta add some photos an-“

“Charlie!”

We both turned are head to see Alastor and Vaggie standing there. “Can you help with something real quick?” Vaggie ask seeming annoyed. “Of course!” Charlie’s called back before as standing up. “You go ahead and add those photos dad I’ll be back!” Charlie said as she ran to the two, leaving me alone on the couch staring at the screen.

I read over the info and it all was so…personal. How would anyone be comfortable putting this much out? I Don’t get me started with being the King of Hell it’s self, then an idea popped in my head. I turn my head slightly to see Charlie still talking to the pair so I decided to take matters into my own hands. I added photos of my duck inventions and made a duck with a white top hat as my ‘icon’. Now onto the name, Lucifer was too out there everyone would know, think! L names that are similar.

Lucifer..

Luci…

Luc…

Luca..

Luca! I instantly think changing the name quickly, removing the last name from the profile along with it. After that it looked like a normal profile. When I finished and satisfied with it Charlie was walking back over. “Sorry bout that dad! Now back to w-.” While she was speaking I shove my phone in my pocket and stand up. “No it’s fine! I set it up!” I nearly screamed it out as I stood from the couch. Charlie stared at me shock for a moment before her normal bright smile returned to her face. “Wow that’s great!” She said as she walked over “Look at you getting the hang of technology!” Charlie said happily. I didn’t know why I was so nervous by an app, but it was on my mind. After finishing talking to Charlie I was able to leave, soon I was back in my bedroom. I let out a sigh and feel onto the massive bed and pulled out my phone, Viva still open.

Y/N POV

Left..Left..Left..

God this app was a never ending app of swiping left on people wanting hook-ups was tiring. This was the last time I’d take F/N advice and use a dating app, the fact they exist in hell was already surprising. It was nude after nude of people looking for a hookup. Then something different popped up, instead of the naked body I almost have gotten used to, I was greeted by a rubber duck with a white top hat. My eyes widen a bit as I layed there I swipped to look at the second photo, more ducks. I then moved and read the bio. “Luca..” I said quietly to myself reading the short info. I looked at the photos and the bio, it stood out in the sea of profile, i stair a while longer…

…Right.

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bwabys-scenarios · 6 months

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I want you to eat well

Vampire!Kurapika x Fem!Reader

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warnings: Kurapika eats you out while you’re on your period, rough sex, creampie, breeding

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Kurapika was attacked by humans and fled into the forest. He collapses near a cottage he thinks is abandoned, but it’s yours!

You walk out and just panic!! There’s a bleeding man by the treeline!!

You rush out, and all he can think is how easy it would be to pin you down and drain you dry. He assumes you’re there to finish the job, so prepares to strike… that is until he sees you crying.

“Oh my god, are you okay? I’m going to help you, just stay conscious, okay?”

He blinks. Do you see that he has red eyes? Fangs? That he’s cold to the touch and his blood is almost black? No, you don’t. You’re too busy half carrying, half dragging this man into your house.

He doesn’t think he’s ever been treated so gently before, not even when he was human. You sit him down, pushing back his hair to wash off his face with a rag before bandaging his(slowly healing) wounds. He can’t help but sigh dreamily when you tuck him into your bed, humming as you watch over him.

“What is your name, girl?”

You tilt your head. He’s the same age as you, you think, why is he calling you a girl. “Oh, I’m (Name).”

“(Name)? That’s beautiful.”

You can’t help your cheeks heating up, going about your task of preparing a meal. He’s very handsome, almost alluring.

Over the next few days, your guest doesn’t eat a single bite of food, and you notice he seems to be getting weaker. He still hasn’t given you his name, you’ve started calling him “dear”.

“Hello, dear. Are you feeling hungry today?”

He’s sitting up in bed, a bandage wrapped around his head. He gives you that pretty smile, his fangs glinting in the moonlight. “I’m sorry, (Name), but I cannot eat anything you make me.”

That’s what he says every time. You pout, sitting on the bed next to him. “Come on, there has to be something I can make you! I’m no stranger to cooking!”

He sighs. You’re sweet, awfully kind to a man that had planned to end your life before he got to know you. “No, what I need is something you cannot provide.”

You leave after changing his bandages, cooing softly. “Aww, you’re almost healed! You’ve been such a nice guest, I’ll miss you when you leave…”

The mentioning of him leaving makes him tense. This brief time with you has been some of the best of his life.

The next few days pass by, and you come in that morning with a grimace on your face. “Hello, dear. Sorry I’m late, I’m… unwell.”

“Unwell?”

Your guest seems worried, his hand lifting to cup your cheek. “What is it that ails you, (Name)?”

And before you can answer, a heavenly aroma fills the air.

Blood.

Kurapika feels his fangs dig into his lip as he holds himself back from pouncing on you.

“Well… um…” you seem flustered, and he finds it cute how you fidget with your pajama shirt, glancing up at him. “It’s my time of the month.”

Instead of looking disgusted or embarrassed he seems… intrigued.

He gestures for you to sit with with. “You mean… you’re currently bleeding?”

You’re embarrassed to be talking about this to basically a stranger, but you nod.

He hums, red eyes taking your form in hungrily. Kurapika was a virgin, a man that had lived far away from society since he was turned into a vampire at the age of 23. He hadn’t been around a woman in a long time, and he had to admit, he had been feeling some… urges.

He places a hand on your thigh, eyes half lidded as he stares at you. “You know, (Name), I do find you… quite gorgeous.”

Your face heats up, your legs rubbing against each other. He smirks, knowing women are more sensitive during their menstrual cycle.

“O-oh. That’s sweet of you to say.”

You pat his hand, giving him that pretty smile of yours. You get up to move, but his iron grip on your thigh keeps you still.

“This may sound a bit forward of me, but I have to ask. Have you ever lain with a man before?”

You stare at him slack jawed, face hot. “L-lain… do you mean sex?”

He nods, tilting his head. “Your answer?”

“N-no. I have not.”

He hums, eyes staring in between your legs so intensely you cross them.

“Would you like to?”

He’s having trouble controlling himself, the blanket falling down around him as he crawls towards you, those pretty red eyes staring into yours. It’s hard to look away, especially when he’s inching closer and closer to your lips.

“You’re cute, and such a sweet girl. Would you mind if I… tasted you?”

His cheeks are pink, eyes half lidded as he sniffs your neck, before leaning back and placing a kiss on your lips.

He’s gentle, lips cold against yours as he pins you with ease. You don’t complain, wrapping your arms around him as he shoves his tongue into your mouth.

“At least… at least tell me your name before this goes any further…”

You pout up at him, the man almost cooing with how cute you are.

“It’s Kurapika. I hope you’ll remember it, (Name).”

You nod. “Kurapika… that’s such a pretty name, I’ve never heard one like it before.”

He pulls your shirt over your head, eyes on your bare chest. “It’s a cultural name, one from a clan long forgotten.”

He kneads your breasts, marveling at the softness of them. “Soft, and so warm…”

You hiss slightly as his cold hands slip down your body, until they’re pulling down your pajama pants. “H-hey! Wait! I’m-“

“I know, (Name). You being on your menstrual cycle is the exact reason I want this.”

He pulls off your pants and panties in one go, cooing at the sight in front of him.

“How delicious.”

You squeeze your legs shut, eyes gone wide. “D-delicious? How could this b…”

He glances up at you with those red eyes, resting his chin against your knee. “You know, I find your innocence rather adorable, but I’ll clue you in, angel.”

He extends his fangs, a little confused when instead of reacting with fear, you react with acceptance. “Ahhh, okay, that makes sense.”

He doesn’t question your strange statement, now prying open your legs with ease.

“Now that you know, will you let me feed? This could really help me feel better, (Name).”

He kisses your thigh, his red eyes boring into yours. You pout a little, but cup his cheek. He leans into your touch, surprised at his own actions. “I guess… if it’ll help you feel better…”

You don’t need to say another word, he’s already burying his face between your legs.

At first he devours any blood he can get his tongue on. When he runs out, he realizes he’ll need to really put in the effort to make you secrete more.

He glances up to watch for your reaction when he swirls his tongue around your clit, earning a gasp. Kurapika blinks when your hands bury themselves in his hair, pulling him in the right direction. “K-Kurapika!”

He purrs against you, pumping a finger in and out of your bloody cunt as he sucks on your clit. “Like that, angel?”

He’s almost embarrassed at how hard he’s gotten from hearing your moans and feeling your fingers tug at his hair. “Yes! More please!”

And he gives you more, inserting another finger. “You’re delicious, (Name). If I knew a woman’s menstrual blood tasted this good, I would have done this much sooner…”

You whimper, pouting down at him. “W-well I’m glad it’s with me first…”

“Oh, (Name)…”

He pulls his fingers from your cunt, licking them clean. “I intend for you to be the only woman I ever feed from like this.”

This makes both your pussy and heart thump. “Really? Hahh!”

You don’t have much time to think, his tongue is already inside of you again. Now he’s tongue fucking you as he rubs circles into your clit.

“Those pretty little sounds of yours have my body reacting in such embarrassing ways, (Name)…”

He looks up at you again, blood dripping down his chin. “Would it be alright if I took your virginity, (Name)? I’m a creature of the night, would you lay with me, knowing that?”

You nod, running your fingers through his hair. “Yes… you may be a vampire, b-but I-“

You gasp, feeling his tongue wiggle inside of you. “I know you’re a- hnn… a good man!”

He almost feels his undead heart thump against his chest. You’re making him swoon, and it’s not just your sweet blood he’s craving.

He has you cumming on his tongue, surprised on how much he enjoys the taste of your cum mixed with blood.

He wipes the blood from his chin, crawling on top of you. “My sweet girl, so warm…”

You feel his cock prod against you, your hips bucking against him. “P-put it in please! Need you!”

You’re so needy, tears beading at the corners of your eyes as he coos. “Shhh, shh, you’ll have what you want soon. You’ve been such a good girl, allowing me to feed to my hearts content. I’ll take care of you, alright?”

You nod, the blonde satisfied with your obedience. He prods his cock against your cunt, delighting in the fact that your blood makes it easier for him to slide in.

You gasp when he bottoms out, legs wrapping around his waist. He stays like that for just a moment before pulling all the way out and slamming back in.

He takes you like an animal, pounding into your pussy until you see stars. He tries so hard to be gentle, but his head has gone fuzzy with pleasure.

You don’t seem to mind though, you pull him into a kiss, causing him to come back to reality and melt into your embrace, his hips smacking against yours.

He glances down, dipping a finger to your cunt, lapping up the blood that collected on his finger.

“So so pretty, angel. So pretty when I fuck into you like this…”

His fangs brush against your neck, but he doesn’t bite you. No no no, he won’t do that. Not to his now mate. No, he’ll only drink from your pussy, a taste he would soon become addicted to.

When he cums inside you, he doesn’t pull out for a while. He’s not sure if he’s still able to produce children, but if he can, he wishes to get you pregnant, and soon. Though, he’ll be upset when his favorite snack isn’t available for nine months.

Kurapika pulls you into his arms, keeping you plugged up with his cock. “Tonight, I will take you again and again, so rest for now, my love.”

He plants kisses on your neck, before resting his chin on your head.

He’s so sweet, waking up and cooking you a healthy, iron rich meal. It’s not JUST because he wants you to produce as much blood for him as possible. No, Kurapika has fallen in love, and he’s not letting you go anytime soon.

You’re his now, his mate, his lover, his.

“Kurapika…”

You stumble into the kitchen, body weak and tired from his rough thrusting. He rushes over to settle you down into a chair, cupping your cheek. “What is it my love? Was I too rough? Are you hurt?”

You shake your head. “No, no I’m just really hungry, that smells amazing!”

He sighs. “I’m glad you are alright. I may not be able to eat human food, but cooking is something I am efficient with.”

He sets an omelette in front of you, paired with rice. “It’s a spinach omelette. Enjoy, angel.”

He watches you eat from across the table, absolutely smitten.

He follows you around throughout the day, watching as you do various chores. Now that he’s… fed from you, he has more energy to help, though he can’t go outside due to the sun.

“My love, is it strange that I am excited for night to come? I must admit I am desperate for another taste of you…”

He has you sat in his lap, nose brushing against your neck. He seems to enjoy your scent, constantly shoving his nose into your neck.

“No, it’s okay, I want you to eat well. I care about you.”

His leg bounces, his excitement evident. “Truly? It is not wrong for me to feel this way? To want you in this way?”

He doesn’t seem to have noticed that he’s bouncing you on his leg, causing your face to heat up.

He nuzzles into your neck again placing sweet kisses. “I love you, I apologize for not saying it sooner, but I feared your rejection. You’re a beautiful woman, and I feel I may now need you.”

You can barely hear him, breasts bouncing slightly at the intensity of his movements. “Hhhnn, Kurapika.”

He sniffs the air, tilting his head. “You’re aroused? Why?”

He glances down to see his leg is between your legs, knee pressing against your pussy as he bounces you up and down. “Oh.”

He grins against your neck, the feeling of his fangs brushing against your skin making you mewl. “Oh? Is my angel too needy to wait for tonight?”

Kurapika’s head stays between your legs for the next few hours, being thoroughly fed by his precious mate!

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stylespresleyhearted · 1 month

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THIS JUST IN: CALLUM TURNER SOON TO BE DAD

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yourinstagram strollin’ London w my London boy

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fan12 am i gonna have to be the one to say it … she’s pregnant

fan23 i agree she’s only been seen in callum’s clothes of oversized jackets it’s diff from her usual style

user13 deuxmoi said on her podcast that a trusted source confirmed she’s pregnant. I believe it you can see a hint of the belly here.

user23 1) we’re in 2024 how about we stop speculating women are pregnant every time their bodies change and 2) if they are pregnant Callum will share when he’s ready respect their privacy

fan49 PLEASE Callum she ain’t going anywhere why you gripping so tight 😭😭

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tmz BREAKING NEWS: After months of speculation TMZ is finally able to confirm, Callum Turner and his girlfriend are expecting. Turner’s leading lady was photographer exiting his Los Angeles home. More pics and video in link in bio.

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user23 the violation of privacy is INSANE! Callum and Y/N I’m so sorry.

fan41 DM SAID IT!!! Congrats to the lovely couple!

user02 They were probably trying to enjoy it between the two of them but TMZ sat outside their home to snap photos. Callum’s already so private now he’s going to give us NOTHING i hope ya’ll nosy people happy

user78 callum been daddy iktr 🙌🏼

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yourinstagram When we found out I was pregnant we were so overjoyed we felt like our hearts could burst. It was something we were keeping sacred between our friends and family now that has been taken from us.

Mumma and Daddy can’t wait to meet you, baby. We promise to always protect and put you first. Thank you everyone for all the love and we ask that you respect our privacy during this time. - Cal & Y/N

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rafflaw His hand is always on the belly! Congrats man!

keoghan92 Let me and Brando know when you’re free for a playdate ♥️ children are the most precious things, much love

austinbutler Congratulations, love you guys.

lillyjames The media is horrid. So much love to your little family <3

camillerow Can’t wait to spoil them rotten

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dailymail Despite how news of his impending fatherhood broke, Callum Turner was all smiles on the Masters of the Air set as he received hugs and congratulations from the cast and crew.

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user13 He is overjoyed he is going to be the best Dad

fan12 it feels so good to see him so happy 😭

user93 do ya’ll think Barry and him crack Dad jokes on the set? LMAO

fan21 Sending him and his family all the love as they celebrate these fantastic news ❤️❤️

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callumupdates Y/N spotted looking a bit sick at the market yesterday. Hope she is doing okay 🥺

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user21 she looks insanely gorgeous wdym sick

callumupdates she’s always gorgeous but you can’t deny she looks tired and pale i’m worried the attention could be getting to her i hope callum is taking good care of her and their baby.

fan12 She’s pregnant, leave her alone.

fan13 Some women get overly tired/sick while pregnant. It’s a big change for the body. We should do what they asked and respect their privacy during this time. Why would a pap be following her around in her state?

user09 i’m really worried guys

yourinstagram Guys, I promise I’m fine and Callum is the best support system I could have ever possibly asked for 💘 Some women thrive during pregnancy but it’s kicking my ass and having someone follow me around snapping pics when I don’t feel my best doesn’t help, however I’m still so so happy to be carrying our precious gift. Thank you all for the love and support.

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callumfan HOW MANY TIMES DO WE HAVE TO SAY IT? Callum and Y/N already asked for privacy and Y/N has already stated she doesn’t feel her best/isn’t comfortable having people take pictures of her right now! Why is that so hard to respect?

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user19 this picture is heartbreaking. he’s glaring at the camera and it looks like she’s sinking into him trying to hide.

user11 she looks so tired and sad it sucks

fan13 don’t want no one complaining about callum being private because this right here is why he doesn’t share with us

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callumupdates Callum was not happy when he stopped for fans and they approached Y/N after he explicitly told them not to. She was in one of his sweaters and beanies and looked like she was trying to hide, according to a fan there. Callum stepped in and told the fans to step away from Y/N before the couple walked away.

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user23 Y/N is acting like she’s the first person to get pregnant she’s dramatic

fan13 she has stated she is happy to be carrying their child but the pregnancy is taking a toll on her body and mind which is why she’s always hiding/ looks tired. Not everyone has amazing pregnancies

keoghan92 It’s already annoying as is when you’re feeling like shit and people shove cameras in your face. Can’t imagine having to deal with it while also being pregnant. Cheers Y/N, may everyone start giving you the respect you deserve

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callumupdates New photo of Callum consoling Y/N last night after the restaurant they were at was swarmed - March 28

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fan23 he’s gonna pop off on someone and at this point he has every right

user12 I love them so much it hurts to see her he so sad!

fan19 alright who do I have to fight?

user10 there’s nothing Callum wouldn’t do for her 🥹

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yourinstagram Little munchkin is wearing momma out 🫶🏻 Thank you to everyone for the concern, as I stated before it’s been a huge change for my body to adjust but I have never been happier. Callum, I love you and our baby to the moon and back forever. ♾️

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kaiagerber you’re unreal

lillyjames I know Mr. Turner is taking great care of you 😌

yourinstagram He’s the best and possibly more nervous/excited than me haha

yourfriendsinstagram LOVE YOU PEOPLE ♥️

anthonyboyle if I buy the pregnancy stimulator can we put it on these assholes saying shit online? You’re great Y/N!

yourinstagram LOL STOP IT!

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rafflaw Catch us outside if you wanna talk about @yourinstagram 👊🏻👊🏻👊🏻

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yourinstagram YOU GUYS ARE CRAZY 😂🫶🏻

keoghan92 where am I at? I’m leading the cause

anthonyboyle photoshop us in right now

tomhanks I want a piece of this too.

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callumupdates Y/N and Callum on their babymoon in Cabo. Friends and family in attendance are: their mothers, Barry Keoghan, Sabrina Carpenter, Austin Butler and his girlfriend, Lilly James, Sophie Turner, Daisy Lowe, and Nick Grimshaw.

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fan19 they are so loved 🥰 as they should be tbh

user23 I’m so happy they have a strong support system

fan24 it feels so good to see Y/N smile again

yourinstagram honestly it’s been a wild ride but Callum’s been my biggest blessing through it all 🫶🏻♾️

Hope you all enjoy, this was a request <3 If anyone’s interested in part 2 let me know because I have loads of baby pics I can use lmao & as always feel free to pop in and talk to me about Callum, Austin, Elvis, or Harry if your heart desires 💘

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waywardxwords · 7 months

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I Always Have

Summary: Dean reluctantly agrees to visit a haunted house with you.

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Female Reader

Word Count: ~2.1k

Warnings: Slight language, small mention of claustrophobia, fluff!

A/N: Day 3 of the #flufftober2023 (@flufftober) prompt challenge! The prompt is: "Wait, you love me?" - "I always have." Side note: if you are on my tag list, I am planning/attempting to post once a day during the month of October. I know that’s a lot of tags and mentions, so if you’d like to be removed you can do so through the Tag List linked in my bio.

Enjoy!

Haunted Houses weren’t really Dean’s thing…well, of course real haunted houses were. But this was different. This wasn’t haunted by real spirits or monsters; mostly just local high school and college students who needed extra money in the fall so they dressed up like ghosts and ghouls.

Dean had always hated the idea of actually visiting a haunted house. “You’re gonna pay money to go into an old building and have idiot kids try to scare you? Seriously? That’s the dumbest shit I’ve ever heard.”

“It’s not just a haunted house, Deanie,” you had egged him on with the nickname he didn’t seem to appreciate. “It’s the pumpkins, and the apple cider, and that fun feeling of experiencing fall and Halloween as a kid.” He had just rolled his eyes. You loved getting under his skin, and as much as you would tell Sam you didn’t know why, you knew (and Sam knew, for that matter).

“Would you two just kiss already?” Sam had teased you from the kitchen of the bunker one night after you had poked and pushed on Dean so hard he had given up and retreated to his bedroom.

“Ew,” you had forced yourself to shudder at the thought. “Don’t make me puke.”

He laughed so hard he tossed his head back as he did it. “Yeah, okay. The tension between you two is about to make me puke, so do me a favor and just keep it outta the main living areas, got it?” He wasn’t able to dodge the sponge you had been washing dishes with as you tossed it right at his head.

So here you stood on this October night in the bunker looking at Dean blankly. You blinked twice.

“You comin’ or not?” He drawled with mock frustration as he pulled his army green jacket over his red and black buffalo plaid flannel. He grabbed the keys off of the counter top and looked at you expectantly.

“You’re taking me to the haunted house?” You still didn’t believe him.

“I was plannin’ on it, but you better hurry the hell up before I change my mind,” he grumbled but couldn’t hide the tug at the corner of his lips as you practically squealed and ran by him to get your jacket.

“Dude,” Sam eyed his brother as soon as you were out of ear shot.

“I don’t want to hear it,” Dean held up his hand and went to wait for you in the Impala.

“What made you change your mind?” You finally asked as Dean pulled the Impala into a parking spot in the dirt field. There were tons of other cars—this wasn’t just a haunted house, but a haunted trail as well and you could hardly hide your excitement.

“I was tired of hearin’ you bitch and moan,” he shot you a cheesy, over exaggerated smile with his eyes squinted. You rolled your eyes and flung the door open. “Hey, careful with my Baby!” He chirped, his face suddenly morphed into a small scowl.

“I’m not gonna hurt your precious car, Deanie,” you teased as you met him by the front of the Impala. Each step you took almost had a skip to it, and you couldn’t help yourself as you slipped your arm through his and linked it just at his elbow.

You weren’t sure if you imagined it, but you felt like his demeanor softened. The two of you walked like that as your boots crunched against the gravel and dirt. There were quite a few others there and a line had formed. The trail was dark but lit by yellow glowing lanterns strung from trees and solar path lights on the ground.

“Fifteen dollars per person,” there was a teenaged boy at the front of the line with a cash box. Dean’s scowl returned. “Cash only.” He added on at the end.

“Seriously? Fifteen bucks?” He looked at the kid who just pointed to the sign taped to the front of the table he was at. It read in printed font, ‘$15 per adult’. “Great,” Dean fumbled in his back pocket for his wallet.

“I got it, Dean. You brought me here and I know it’s not your thing,” you reached for your cross body bag to fish out the money.

“I got it,” Dean huffed as he retrieved a $20 and a $10 from his leather wallet. “Here.” He handed it to the kid. The kid nodded you both into the event. “What first? Trail or house?”

“Hmm,” you pondered, your excitement had returned. “Let’s do the trail first.” Your eyes wandered for a second and a squeal left your lips again before you could reign it back in as your gaze noticed a booth just ahead.

“Jesus Christ,” Dean mumbled, but there was a slight chuckle tucked behind it.

“Apple cider!” You practically pulled him towards the stand. There was no line, so you were under the lights of the vendor almost immediately. “Two apple ciders, please.” This time, you were sure to pull out your wallet first.

“That’ll be six dollars,” the woman returned with two cups of cider. You handed her the cash and handed a cup to Dean.

“Cheers!” You beamed as you clinked your paper cup against his. You noticed a small eye roll from him, but he obliged and took a sip.

He made a sour face. “Why do you love this stuff?” He rubbed his lips together to get the sweet sticky substance off.

“I think the real question is, how do you not love this kinda stuff,” you threw back at him as you looped your arm back through his and slowly walked towards the trail. “Halloween is so magical, Dean! It’s literally the best time of year. I think they’ve even polled people on that and determined it is actually the majority's favorite time of the year.”

“Yeah, well, they forgot to poll me on that one,” he grumbled. “We fight this stuff every day. Not this stuff, because it’s fake. But the real deal—the kinda stuff that could kill us. How are you not jaded by that?”

You took a moment before you answered. Your feet stopped moving, so Dean’s stopped too. He turned to look at you as your arm fell out of his.

“When I was a kid, my Dad loved Halloween. I swear, his whole mood changed when fall rolled around. He built a wooden casket and rigged it with fishing wire to open when our front door opened. We scared every kid that came to our house. And kids would literally come from all over to get spooked,” the memory brought a smile to your lips. “I didn’t even want to trick-or-treat half the time. I just wanted to be at home with my Dad scaring the local middle schoolers. My Dad could be difficult,” your smile fell for a moment as other memories tried to make their way through—memories that Dean was well versed in at this point in your friendship. “But when Halloween came around? Man, those were the best days.”

Dean was silent as his eyes watched your face. He saw the emotions ebb and flow as you spoke. He nodded once. “Okay, then,” he said simply. “Let’s go get spooked.” This time, he held his arm out for you to link yours through, causing you to smile.

The trail ended up being more hilarious than terrifying. But you and Dean had thoroughly enjoyed watching others jump and yell as they made their way through.

Next up, the haunted house. This was a little bit different than the trail, as the hallways were so tightly constructed, only one person could walk ahead at a time. You shuddered slightly as you waited, but it was enough for Dean to notice.

“Oh, come on,” he teased as he glanced over his shoulder at you. “You’re not scared, are you?”

Your face scrunched at him as you gave him a slight nudge. “Not scared,” you emphasized. “Just jumpy…” sounds of other haunted house goers ahead of you erupted from just inside the corridor–it made you excited all over again.

It was your turn to enter the main hallway next. They paused between groups to give everyone the full experience. Dean led the way with you closely behind. The house was even darker than outside, if possible, so it took your eyes a second or two to adjust.

There were fake cobwebs and a strobe light tucked away somewhere that sent flashes of light in the hall. Screams filled your ears, and you weren’t sure if they were from other patrons or if there was an audio playing in the background—probably the latter. Your eyes danced around in sensory overload as you tried to take it all in. As Dean rounded the first corner, you missed the memo that there were holes cut out in the wall, so when the first pair of hands reached out followed by someone growling behind the plywood, you couldn’t help the way your body jumped or the scream that followed.

Dean tossed his head back in laughter and turned briefly to look at you. Your heart beat pretty hard against your chest, but you still reached out to swat at him. He surprised you by catching your wrist with his large palm and carefully pulled your arms so they were around his middle. He held them there, and you realized he was giving you something to hold onto.

“Alright, Kat Harvey,” he referenced your favorite Casper-loving character from the classic ghost movie. “You’re alright.” The hum of his voice vibrated through the layers of clothing on his back. Even though you didn’t feel scared anymore, you couldn’t pull your arms away.

You inched behind Dean throughout the rest of the haunted house, laughter erupted from both of you as teenagers tried to scare you. It was refreshing to see Dean laugh—truly laugh—and it made you smile.

As you exited the house, he released your hands he had clutched against his middle and cleared his throat. “That was…”

“I know, I know,” you rolled your eyes as you shook off the empty feeling you felt without his touch. “It was lame, you can say it.”

He hesitated for a moment as he looked back to the house and then shrugged towards you. “Nah, I was gonna say it was actually kinda fun.” A smile tugged at his lips.

“Oh…” you grinned back. “Yeah, it was fun. Thanks for bringing me here, Dean.” You tucked a fallen strand of hair behind your ear and turned to head back to the parking lot.

“Where are you going?” He asked. When you turned back, you noticed he hadn’t moved from his spot.

“Uh…back to the car? That was all you had signed up for…heck, you kinda threw me a bone agreeing to do both the trail and the haunted house.”

“Nuh uh,” he shook his head. “I spent thirty bucks to get us in here. There’s a pumpkin carving booth over there. You said ‘pumpkins, apple cider and haunted houses’. We’re doin’ all three, dammit,” he said firmly but followed it up with a smile.

Your eyes beamed at at him and you bit your bottom lip gently before striding back over to him, “God, I love you.” Your breath caught in your throat after the last word and you froze. With widened eyes, you refused to meet his gaze.

There was a long pause that felt much longer than it probably was. But very quietly you heard his voice, “Wait, you love me?”

You paused again, but put on your big girl panties and turned to him slowly. “I always have.”

His eyes watched you closely for a moment, and then he moved to you so smoothly. His lips brushed against yours for a moment before he pulled away, but went in for another.

“I love you, too,” he murmured gently just as your lips parted. Butterflies fluttered in your stomach before he held his arm out for you once more. “Let’s go carve some pumpkins.” He smiled at you, and this time you knew it was different. It was a smile of contentment. Like everything he had needed, had come to fruition in that moment.

“Let’s,” you beamed back at him as you tucked your arm through his. He leaned towards you for one more kiss before you made your way to the pumpkin carving station. While you weren’t sure what this meant or how your life was about to change, it didn’t matter at that moment. You had pumpkins, apple cider, haunted houses and Dean Winchester at your fingertips. And with that, you couldn’t think of a more perfect autumn evening.

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spookyscarydemonbabe · 6 months

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A/N- Thank you so much to everyone who shared their own personal likes and dislikes about their glasses 🖤 as a fellow glasses girlie, i really hope this fic did justice to help other glasses girlies not feel as insecure about them 🫶 (i tried my best to tag everyone that left comments on my post to help me a little bit with writing 🖤🖤 thank you all so much!)

Summary- After yet another conversation at lunch about your glasses, the rain changes your mood. Thank god Eddie offers a ride home.

Genre- Fluff

Warnings- Reader wears glasses

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“Woah!” Eddie said with a laugh, greatly exaggerating his reaction just like he always did, “You can see with these?”

“Yes! Now give them back, i like being able to see.” You quickly snatched your glasses back from his face, carefully cleaning the lenses with your shirt to wipe away the smudges from his fingers.

“Is it really that hard to see without them?” Jeff asked from the other side of the table.

“I mean, it’s not difficult,” You carefully slipped them off of your face and looked around, reading off the few things nearby that you could make out, “I can see the pattern on the table still, and i know that the can across the table says ‘Pepsi’ but i can’t really see much past you guys.” You glanced over their heads and saw one of the few posters hanging on the cafeteria wall for whatever sports event was nearing, “I can’t read what that sign says,” you pointed over to the poster, maybe around 10 feet away, and the boys turned just to see the distance, “i know it’s for some sports thing cause i can make out some kind of ball and i can sort of make out the words ‘varsity’ and ‘friday night’ but that’s really about it.”

“Wow,” Gareth laughed as he turned back in his seat, “you really are blind.”

“Yeah, that’s why i have glasses, dipshit.” You rolled your eyes and placed your glasses back onto your face, blinking a few times as your eyes adjusted back to seeing normally.

You forget how you even got onto this topic, but it always started with Eddie. The amount of times you’ve caught him staring could be counted on both hands, and it always ended up with him making some comment about your glasses. Always poking and prying you with different questions about them. You usually chalked it up to his normal curiosity about everything, always sounding like it was playful teasing but you knew he had the best intentions.

“Do you like them?” Grant asked.

You looked over at him, a bit confused at his question,

“What do you mean?”

“Do you like them?” He said again, “I mean you’ve had them forever, and none of us have them, so we don’t really know what it’s like.”

You thought it over for a moment, shrugging,

“I don’t know. I don’t not like them, if that’s what you’re asking. I’ve had them forever, and they’re kind of a necessity for me, so i haven’t really thought about wether or not i like them.”

“Is there stuff you can’t do?” Jeff asked, his and the other boys’ curiosity getting the best of them, “I mean i know those goggles they make us wear in bio look uncomfortable on you.”

“Yeah, those are definitely one of the downsides to them. And a lot of the times when i open up the oven or the dishwasher they fog up, and it’s the worst when you come inside from the cold cause then they stay foggy for what feels like forever.” You sighed and moved your eyes in a slow circle, following all around the frame, “But i’m used to it all by now. I don’t think i’ve ever had to think about things like that, the ups and downs. It’s just cause it’s all normal to me.”

“I like them.” Eddie piped up, gaining your attention.

“What?” You asked as you looked over to him.

“I like them. Your glasses.” He shrugged and motioned to them, “I don’t know, you just wouldn’t be you without them, you know?”

You shrugged,

“I guess so. I don’t know, sometimes i think about getting rid of them. Getting contacts or something, just so i didn’t always have to feel so different from everyone else.”

“Why would you want to do that?” Gareth asked, “None of us look like everyone else, that’s why we all get along so well.”

“Yeah, that’s true.” You smiled, “I don’t know, i just think it might be nice to not always feel so different…”

Eddie was about to speak, but was quickly cut off by the bell for next period. You and the boys and the rest of the students around you quickly gathered your things, packing up for whatever class you had next. As you sling your bag over your shoulder, you glanced out the window, seeing the clouds in the sky now a deep grey. A storm was coming, and you knew just from the looks of the sky turning grey that it was going to be a bad one.

Eddie heard your groans and quickly picked up his pace to meet you in the hall,

“You alright (y/n)?”

“Yeah,” You sighed and looked out the window again, “you think you’d be able to give me a ride home today? It looks like it’s gonna be a pretty bad storm.”

“Of course, i won’t make you walk home in the rain. Just meet me by the doors after school.”

“Thanks Eds.” You gave him a quick side hug before splitting your paths down the hall, off to your own classes to finish out the rest of the day.

The last of your classes went smoothly, each period you were able to peek out the window to see just how bad the storm was getting. It hadn’t gotten too bad over the course of time, just a dark sky and a sprinkling of rain. But of course, it had to be at its worst when you were finally ready to leave for the day.

Eddie was there at the doors, waiting for you patiently with a smile on his face,

“Hey,” He perked up as you approached him, “ready to make a run for it?”

“I guess so…” You sighed as the two of you braved yourselves for what was about to come.

It was pouring out, so much so that it made it difficult to see past the water running down the glass of the doors. And of course Eddie had to park as far away from the doors as possible.

He took a deep breath and pulled you close, fixing up his jacket to go over his head and moving the side of it to cover you up as much as possible,

“We’ll go together alright?” You nodded and quickly pulled your glasses off of your face, fearing that the mixture of running and the heavy raindrops would make them fall off your face. You blinked a few times to get yourself used to seeing without them, holding onto them tightly in your hand before starting the count.

“Ready? One…” You were dreading having to run outside and get yourself soaked, “Two…” It wouldn’t be a far run, but all you were worried about was making sure you had a tight grip on your glasses, Eddie noticing as he looked down at you and saw the frames missing from your face,

“Got ‘em?” You looked up to him and nodded before Eddie quickly said, “Three!”

He shoved the doors open, and within seconds you could feel the puddles soaking your shoes and pant legs, and Eddie’s jacket wasn’t much help either. Yours and his hair was completely soaked, sopping wet before you were even halfway towards the van. All you could think about was just getting yourselves to shelter, out of the rain, and as soon as you reached the door he quickly opened it for you and helped you inside. Always a gentleman, even in the pouring rain.

You quickly shook your hair out, wiping the water away from your eyes and reaching down into your pocket to put your glasses back onto your eyes but you felt nothing there. In a panic, you search in every pocket you could, not being able to remember when they may have fallen out of your hand or your pocket or wherever it may have been where you lost them. Eddie climbed into the drivers seat, but as soon as he saw your panicked state he knew something was wrong,

“Everything ok? What’s wrong?”

“I can’t find my glasses…” You said quietly, already feeling the tears welling up in your eyes.

You could barely see as is, and now with your glasses gone you didn’t know what to do.

“We’ll find them, don’t worry,” Eddie said, doing his best to reassure you, looking down at the floor of the van to try and spot them, “they’re here somewhere.”

“I think i dropped them outside…” You sniffled, overwhelmed with not knowing exactly what to feel. All you knew was that you were blind and the one thing keeping that from happening was now gone.

Eddie leaned up and looked out the window of the passenger door, a determined look on his face before pulling off his jacket and handing it to you,

“Here, the inside is a little dry, just try and clean yourself up a little ok? You’ll be alright.”

You sniffled again, taking the jacket from him and doing your best to wipe away the droplets on your cheeks. You couldn’t tell if it was rain or tears but at this point it didn’t matter.

Before you could even analyze what was happening, you heard Eddie’s door slam shut again, and when you looked over he wasn’t in his seat. You glanced out the front window and saw that he was back outside, in the pouring rain without his jacket, retracing your steps back towards the door. He was looking all over at the ground, keeping his steps quick and careful as he slowly made his way back towards the doors of the school before leaning down towards the ground and picking something up, moving as quickly as he could back to the van.

You reached over and opened his door for him as he jumped back into the van, now soaking wet from the rain outside. You squinted your eyes in an attempt to see better as Eddie wiped the water out of his eyes before reaching into the back and pulling out one of his old spare shirts, and it looked almost as if he was cleaning something in his lap.

“Are you crazy?! It’s pouring, what did you go back outside for?”

He looked over the object in his hands and he reached over to you, the semi-dry shirt in his hands as he carefully wiped the rest of the water from your eyes, and he carefully slid your glasses back onto your face,

“These are important, i didn’t want to leave without them.”

You blinked a few times to adjust your eyes back and Eddie was completely soaked from head to toe, a bit of water pooling on the seat beneath him,

“You went back outside for them?” Your eyes moved over the frames to check for any damage, but they still seemed to be perfectly fine, save for a few smudges from his shirt on the lenses, “That’s so sweet Eddie, thank you…”

Eddie smiled to you as he tried his best to dry himself off with the shirt in his hands, but he knew he would be waiting a while, especially with his mop of hair still completely soaked. You smiled back at him as you watched him gently scrunch his hair in the shirt,

“You didn’t have to go out in the rain like that, you’re soaked now, i’m sorry.”

“Why are you sorry?” He asked with a laugh, “I know those are important, you need them, and i can’t have you being blind all the time. Then you’d be an even bigger pain in my ass-“ He was cut off by a quick, playful punch to the arm.

“I am not a pain in your ass! You’re a bigger pain in mine from how often you like to steal them and stretch the legs out with your big head.”

“My head is not that big!”

A few laughs were exchanged, followed by a comfortable silence. The dim yellow light of the van, the sound of the rain hitting the sides, the darn atmosphere outside. One might even call it romantic. The thought brought a bit of blush to your cheeks, and you carefully took your glasses off of your face, moving just a bit closer to Eddie,

“You know, i never do get a good look of you in them.” You gently moved a few strands of his wet hair out of the way, carefully sliding your glasses onto his face and keeping yourself close to him to be able to get a proper look how how your glasses looked on him.

He blinked a few times to let his eyes adjust to them,

“How do i look?” He asked with a smirk.

“Good. Not as good as me, but good.” You giggled, “They do make you look a bit smarter.”

“I feel smarter.” He pulled down the sun visor and took a quick look at himself in the small mirror, “You think i can borrow them for when i take that english final?”

“No! I need them to see when i take mine.”

Eddie smiled to you, and though you couldn’t see much, you could see how sweetly he was looking into your eyes. His hand reached up and he gently removed the frames from his face, being sure to keep his careful pace as he turned them and slid them back onto yours,

“I think they look better on you anyways.”

His hand lingered on your cheek and you could feel the way his touch gave you butterflies like no one else had. He was so sweet, so kind, and watching him run back out into the pouring rain just for you was nothing short of romantic. He was being so gentle with you, and though you didn’t notice it at first, your faces were inching closer and closer to each other.

You could almost feel his lips against yours and you just couldn’t take it anymore. The moment was too beautiful to not take advantage of.

Your hand moved up quickly to his cheek, finally pulling his lips to yours and closing the space between you. It was a surprise to you both, but not an unwanted one.

His lips were soft, still slightly wet from the rain, but you never wanted to pull them away from yours. It was so perfect, everything felt so right.

As you slowly pulled back, his hand stayed on your cheek and yours behind his neck, still staying close to one another. Neither one of you was sure what to say, and all you could do was laugh.

It was all you could think to do at the situation.

“Should we do it again?” Eddie asked in between giggles.

“Of course,” You scooted in close to him, your hands moving his wet hair off of his shoulders as your arms pulled him in close, “it’s not weird that we kissed right?”

“If i thought it was weird,” Eddie’s hands moved to your waist, holding you close to him, “i wouldn’t be asking to kiss you again…”

Eddie pulled your body close to his, keeping a firm yet soft grip on your waist as your lips met once more, moving so softly and so sweetly with one another.

It was almost funny, and just the thought of the situation brought a smile to your lips as you kissed him. The whole ordeal seemed like something out of a hollywood movie.

The rain, the gesture, even Eddie reciprocating these feelings that were buried so deep down it felt like magic just to be able to finally express them. He had always given you butterflies but they’d never been like this.

As he slowly pulled his lips from yours, he glanced out the window just past your head, seeing that the rain was nowhere near stopping, and he looked to you once more as his hand brushed the hair from your face,

“I’m starting to dry off a little. Did you want to just sit here for a while? I don’t think we’ve ever really had the chance to just enjoy being with each other…” You could feel the heat rising to your cheeks as he spoke, “And i really like being with you (y/n).”

“I like being with you too Eddie.” Your hands moved from behind his neck to carefully hold his cheeks, moving his face down as your lips gently pressed to his forehead, “I really do.”

Eddie smiled big, and you could tell from the look on his face that he never wanted this moment to end. He adjusted his body on the seat, carefully laying himself out and leaving just enough room for you to squeeze in with him,

“Come here sweetheart,” His arms wrapped tightly around you as you laid with him, your head resting against his chest and your arm moving over his torso to hold him back, one of his arms around your shoulder as the other held your hip, “I want to enjoy this for as long as i can…”

He took a deep breath as he settled in with you, and you carefully adjusted yourself as you tried to find a comfortable position without your glasses pressing into your face. Eddie could feel you trying your best to get comfortable and his hand reached to carefully pull your glasses from your face,

“Here, let’s put these away for right now,” he folded the legs and carefully placed them onto the dashboard, leaning back into his comfortable position and allowing you to move yourself as you pleased, “and i’m putting them right up here so we don’t lose them again.”

You giggled and quickly leaned up, placing a soft kiss to his cheek as your head went back to resting on his chest, his arm moving back around your shoulder as the two of you settled into the comfortable velvet seats. It wasn’t the perfect place for a romantic moment, but that didn’t matter to you.

Eddie liked you for you, terrible eyesight and all, and it was so comforting to know that he would always think you looked better with your so called ‘imperfections’.

You both stared out the front window of the van, watching the rain hit the glass and keeping an eye on the clouds for even the slightest hint of sunlight.

You hated the rain, but wished it would pour all night.

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A Message From Someone Who Loves You Pick a Pile

As this is a general collective reading, some things may not resonate with you or your situation. DO NOT try forcing it to fit. If you would like to book a personalized reading with me go to my profile and follow the instructions on my pinned post.

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Pile One:

Who are the people who chose this pile?

Seven of Water, Ace of Air, and The Fool:

You are a very optimistic person at your core. You embody all of the characteristics of a dreamer, someone who never lets the world bring them down. This is not to say that you don’t think things through or are blindly optimistic, actually, you are quite the opposite. You are a very intelligent person who doesn’t make any decisions before you think it through first. You have so many big dreams and can imagine yourself accomplishing almost anything you set your mind on. Nothing can hold you back or make you change your mind when you’ve decided that something will bring you joy. Many people would describe you as someone who is constantly smiling, always happy, and seeing the world for the good not the bad. You know that there is bad in the world, you just choose not to dwell on it.

Who is this person coming forward with a message?

Patience, Nine of Earth, and Page of Earth:

First off, I want to start by saying that for many of you, this person may be someone you knew who passed away. For others, this may be someone in your spiritual team, a deity, an angel, etc. While for some of you, this may be someone who is still in the material realm that you know. This person could be an earth sign (Virgo, Capricorn, or Taurus) or just have a very down-to-earth chill vibe. They may also be someone who is or was very interested in the Earth or space, either as a career or as a hobby.

This person is very practical and ambitious, when they are interested in something they set their mind to it and stop at nothing to complete it. They are very successful and self-sufficient because of their ability to push through all the chaos and keep at it until they see the results they want. You may admire them for their ability to almost always have a practical solution for almost anything that comes their way. They are always growing and looking for ways to grow which is something you may try to emulate.

What is their message to you?

Justice, Four of Fire, Nine of Air, and Six of Air:

You have been struggling with anxieties and fear for quite some time and they see that. They are saying to you that there are people in your life that are making you feel this despair and you need to let go of them. You may be waiting for the right moment to get revenge but, they are telling you that karma will come around no matter what, they will make sure of it, and you don’t need to worry about that. What you need to worry about right now is yourself and the energy you surround yourself with, make sure you are keeping your space and your energy clear of negativity so you can get out of this darkness you’ve been finding yourself in.

Why haven’t you been able to receive this message?

Five of Earth, Eight of Earth, and Strength Reversed:

For those of you who resonated with this person having passed away, you have been stuck in that grief that when you feel their presence trying to get your attention you ignore them because it is too hard for you to address it. This is why you have not been able to receive this message. For the other people that this person is still in the material realm, you have been feeling that loss and grief more towards yourself, and your belief in yourself. Since you have been surrounded by negative people and energy for so long, they have drained you of your energy, making you believe you aren’t worthy which is why you have been so blinded to this message trying to come through. This person has been trying to reach out to you, or maybe even has been telling you this but you have not been aware of it. You’ve been so distracted by the things in your life, maybe a hobby that you’ve been so focused on that when this person is talking to you, you may just brush them off. Or, you hear them trying to tell you that you need to let these people go because they are not good for you and you just don’t think you are strong enough or confident enough to do that or, you don’t want to cause any problems or drama so you stay in these negative relationships.

How can you better receive this message in the future?

Ten of Fire, and Messenger of Earth:

Patience is needed while you work through these messages. You have been in such a dark place and may be unaware of how the people in your life are the ones playing a huge role in why you have been in this darkness so, having this person trying to tell you to let them go comes as a surprise and your first reaction is to get defensive and shut them down. This is why you need patience, you are in such a sensitive state lately that allowing yourself time to process will really help you feel less frazzled and stressed out. It is also worth noting that you need to recognize how much responsibility it is to address the energies you keep in your life and when you start to approach cleansing these energies out of your life you need to be mature and sensitive towards others and towards yourself.

Bottom of the deck energy:

Three of Water:

The Three of Cups is the card of friendships and community, as well as celebrations and gatherings. So, having this as the overall energy of this reading is again, clarifying that you need to look at the energy you keep around you, especially in your friendships. When you want to throw a party or are invited to one, before you go or start inviting people, be careful and mindful of the people who you want around you so you don’t keep bringing yourself down.

There is a lot of Aries energy in this pile so, you could be an Aries or have strong Aries placements.

I was also getting a lot of images of bugs coming through while I was doing this reading, specifically stink bugs, so that may be a symbol for some of you.

More Specific Messages (Extended Reading)

Pile Two:

Who are the people who chose this pile?

King of Swords, Four of Swords, and Death:

You have gone through an ending of some sort in your life recently. I believe that this ending was a relationship, either a friendship, or a romantic relationship, and because of this, you have been feeling heartbroken, not knowing what happened in that relationship and why this ending happened. Because you have been feeling so upset and down in the dumps you have been giving yourself time to rest, wanting to hide away and not show your face because you know you won't be able to hide how you’ve been feeling. I was feeling very nauseous while doing this reading so, many of you may actually be experiencing physical sickness not just mental sickness because of this ending. For those of you who can’t hide away all day long and have to go out in public for work or for whatever reasons, I believe that you have been forcing a smile and pretending everything has been just fine in your life while you have actually been really struggling internally. Lots of you may be feeling like your brain has been in a fog like it’s been moving slower than usual. There was a very heavy, dark energy with this pile, I had to walk away and finish this reading another day. Many of you have been living in that darkness for quite some time now and I am sorry that you have been experiencing this, I hope that this reading can help bring some light and healing into your life.

Who is this person coming forward with a message?

The Lovers, Five of Swords, and The Empress:

I think this is why it came as such a shock to you that this person could ever do something to betray you because they are such a kind and nurturing person. They have such strong feminine energy, giving off strong maternal nurturing energy that you would've never thought that they would be the type to hurt you. I think that what you didn’t see though, was that this person was also hurting, they were going through some sort of conflict in their life when they did whatever it was that they did to hurt you. I believe they had no intentions of hurting you with whatever they did, it feels almost like it was a miscommunication between the both of you that caused this fallout. Based on the energy I am getting from this person I believe that they miss you and they never meant to hurt you. They are deeply saddened by what happened between the two of you.

What is their message to you?

Five of Wands, Three of Pentacles, Five of Cups, and Page of Swords:

Like I said above, this person is deeply saddened by the loss of you in their life and they really want to reach out to work things out with you. They may have already been trying to reach out but you have them blocked or just have ignored all of their messages. They want to get together with you and explain to you their side of the story. I don’t know if they want to start a relationship with you again, but I do know they want to talk with you to explain everything that happened. It feels to me that they don’t like leaving things on a bad note and they want to resolve these issues so that there is no bad blood between you anymore.

Why haven’t you been able to receive this message?

Seven of Wands, Knight of Swords, Two of Cups, and Two of Swords:

When you were with this person you thought they were a soul mate of yours that you two were destined to be in each other's lives forever, but then they did something that betrayed you and now you are in a state of defending your ego. Not wanting to even see this person because it hurts too much and you have put up walls trying to protect yourself from getting hurt and embarrassed like that again. However, all of that being said, there is a part of you that wants to hear this person out because you still care for this person deeply and that makes you even angrier because you wish you were the type of person who could just drop somebody without thinking of it but you’re not, you are very sensitive and this may be something you are embarrassed about. On top of all of that, you may be the type of person who doesn’t open up to someone very easily and you open up to this person only for them to betray you, which is another reason why you are not willing to hear this person out. You are very embarrassed and hurt at this moment and are on the defensive, trying to protect yourself.

How can you better receive this message in the future?

Queen of Swords, The World, and The Hanged Man Reversed:

I believe that there is a part of you that understands that this person is desperate to communicate with you and that part wants to hear them out but you are on the defensive and are letting your pride get in the way of this. What you need to do is let this go, stop letting your ego dictate your moves at this time. I know this is hard to do but once you do this you will heal parts of yourself you feel will never heal. The Queen of Swords is someone who is very good at making decisions without letting their feelings get in the way and this is something you need to embrace for you to hear this person out. You are moving nowhere in your spiritual and healing journey by letting your ego drive you in this moment and your guides are telling you here that by letting this side of you go, you will be able to move forward.

With all of the swords coming out, there is strong Air energy in this reading. So, you could be a Libra, Aquarius, or Gemini or have these placements in your chart. There is also strong Cancer energy with this pile as well so you could have Cancer in your chart or this person could also be a Cancer.

Bottom of the deck energy:

Ten of Swords:

The Ten of Swords is the card of victimization and betrayal. So, this is another confirmation that you are feeling this betrayal and feeling like a victim at this moment.

More Specific Messages (Extended Reading)

Pile Three:

Who are the people who chose this pile?

Seven of Pentacles, Seven of Wands, Six of Wands, and Five of Swords:

Right off of the bat pile three it seems that some conflicting energies are coming out for you. On one hand, you are seen as a very successful and patient person who embodies the definition of perseverance and contemplation. However, on the other hand, you are also in a very difficult place right now. Internally you are struggling. You may believe that you have to constantly prepare yourself for opposition in everything you do in life. This may be a defense mechanism that you have developed because of people in your life constantly belittling and second-guessing every step you take. However, based on the energy of this reading I do not believe you need to be defending yourself. I don't believe that there is anyone in your life at this current moment who has the intention of putting you down. But, you still feel like there is so, you are in a place at the moment where you are jumping down people's throats for no reason. I believe that you are very spiritual. You have strong intuition and you know this but you may be afraid of it, so you stuff it down and ignore it which is not helping you at all. This may be why you have been struggling to discern whether or not people have negative intentions toward you or not.

Who is this person coming forward with a message?

Ten of Wands, Seven of Swords, and Ace of Cups:

This person who is coming forward with a message for you is a mentor of some sort. For many of you this may be a deity that you worship who is helping you in your spiritual practice, for others this may be your inner child coming forward with a message for you. This person may seem like they are intentionally hiding things from you and not giving you the full picture, which is why I believe that for many of you, this is a deity that you work with. This person has a lot of love for you and is coming forward with open arms, wanting you to feel their love and warmth, but, they are also struggling deeply right now. I feel like this struggle they are facing is because of you. As I said before you are highly spiritual but you have been ignoring that side of yourself and since this person is a mentor for you, specifically in spirituality, they are struggling because you are not listening to their advice. It’s almost like you speak with them sometimes and ask them for help but you don’t actually listen to what they have to say to you and you aren’t actively working with them which is what is causing this struggle for them because they don’t understand why you are wanting to work with them when you don’t actually do any of the work.

What is their message to you?

King of Cups, Five of Wands, The Fool, and Quote:

The quote that is specific to this deck came out for you pile three. It says; “What we see in the symbology of tarot derives in large measure from our own intuition and, once revealed, reflects back upon each of us to further enrich our lives.” As I said above pile three, you are highly intuitive but you do not tap into it. Instead, you choose to ignore it and pretend it doesn’t exist, and to that, this person is telling you that your intuition is not a bad thing, in fact, once you start listening to it, it will actually improve your quality of life. The King of Cups represents an advisor, someone who is very balanced between their head and their heart. This person wants you to know that they are in your life to help you, to guide you and it is time you start to actually listen to what they have to say. They say you worry too much, that you think way too much about the what-ifs, and that you are letting your ego get in the way too much when it comes to your spirituality. Instead, you need to just let go, and let your intuition guide you with the aid of this person. It can be troublesome when you have control issues to let go and let something or someone else take control but, it’s important to remember that your intuition is also a part of you. So, when you’re letting go and letting your intuition take over it is still you in control just not the part of you that over-intellectualizes everything. Overall, it seems like their message to you is to stop hiding from your spirituality and to actually start tapping into it. It’s time for you to start living a spiritually fulfilled life.

Why haven’t you been able to receive this message?

Page of Cups, Knight of Pentacles, and The Star:

I think this is where I am getting your inner child coming forward. It seems as though your inner child is the reason you are not able to receive this message and I think this is because a lot of your defense mechanisms are coming from the wounded part of your inner child. You as you are currently, are very hard-working and practical, however, your inner child is the opposite. It seems like you have some very deep wounds from your childhood that you have not dealt with which is what has been causing you to block out these messages. Since you have not healed your inner child, and instead choose to ignore that part of yourself as well, you are stuck and will continue to be stuck until you address these issues that are holding you back and making you not see these messages that are coming through.

How can you better receive this message in the future?

The Emperor, The High Priestess, and King of Swords:

What is interesting to me, pile three, is that you have control issues yet, when it comes to healing parts of yourself and working on your spirituality, you act as though it is out of your control. I know I said above that you need to give up your control issues when it comes to your spirituality and listening to this mentor but that does not mean that you just give up and do nothing. You are still in control of your life and are in the driver's seat of your life so, what this means when it comes to your spirituality and your healing journey, is you need to listen to the advice of this mentor and then make the moves for yourself. Give up your control and need to be the one who makes all the decisions. Instead, let this mentor guide you while you implement their practice and advice into your life.

Bottom of the deck energy:

Six of Cups:

The whole underlying energy of this reading is nostalgia and memories. What this confirms for me is that some healing needs to be done when it comes to your past traumas because they are what is holding you back right now.

The colors gold and purple were big with this pile so, they may have some significance to you.

For some, it may be that you should start wearing gold jewelry, or surrounding yourself with gold decor while you practice your spirituality.

Fruit was a big symbol with this pile as well, specifically red fruit. To me, this is a message from this deity that they want you to start eating more red fruit and if you have an altar for this deity they may want you to leave them some red fruits.

I was also hearing “days of the week” so, some of you may need to start scheduling times throughout the days to sit down and work on your spirituality. For some of you, this may be the only way that you will actually do it.

More Specific Messages (Extended Reading)

#tarot reading #pick a pile #pick a card #tarot #oracle readings #oracle #astrology #Aries #Taurus #cancer #Gemini #Leo #Virgo #Libra #Scorpio #sagittarius #capricorn #aquarius #pisces #aphrostarot

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Doll House Pt. 1| Platonic!Yandere Shinaguzawa Brothers x Reader

For @tengensimp (this will be the last no age request I do. From now on if someone requests and doesn’t have their age in the bio, I won’t do it and will block you)

“(Y/N)?” A hand grabbed at your shoulder and shook you gently and you quickly slapped the hand away.

“I’m already awake.” You snapped tiredly, bringing your warm blanket up to cover your head.

Every morning, you wake up to the same voice and face. A face that you once liked but have now grown to hate.

“Then get up, I need to change your bandages.” Genya sighed, as if he were dealing with a troublesome teenager.

You didn’t move, only closing your eyes once again as you slowed your breathing. Maybe Genya would take the hint for once and leave you alone.

But of course, like the caring person he believed he was, Genya did not take the hint and roughly tugged at your cover, “(Y/N).” He warned.

Tired of hearing his voice, you sat up and pulled the covers away from your bandaged feet with a huff, “Here. Hurry up and fuck off.”

Genya huffed back as he slowly began to take off the bandages, studying the deep slices at the bottom of your feet. They definitely looked better than 2 weeks ago, but you still weren’t ready to walk yet.

“You’re feet are healing good. You may be able to walk sooner than Sanemi and I thought.” He stated.

“Great.” You replied sarcastically.

Genya glared at you, “What’s going on? Why the hell are you so mad lately? Are your feet still bothering you?"

You knew that the insanity was probably clouding his mind, but you couldn’t help but stare at him like he was stupid. How could someone be so oblivious?

“Yeah, my feet that have been sliced and fractured are still bothering me,” You droned, “But it may also be the fact that I don’t want to be here with people that kidnapped me.”

Genya only sighed at that, “I know it’s boring being stuck in the house all day, but that doesn’t mean that you should say hurtful things to your bro-“

“You are not my brother!” You snapped, “Neither you or Sanemi are family to me. I’d rather you leave me for the maggots than pretend to love you.” You growled.

Genya only stared at you, his eyes reading a mix of pain and sadness. They sharpened with hot anger; a look that could kill.

“You think you don’t need me?” He challenged.

You didn't like his tone, but you were far too angry to not bite back. “I don’t. You guys are the ones who made me this way!” Everything was their fault. You were taking care of yourself just fine before Sanemi attacked you that night.

“You don't need me?" He repeated knowingly, as if you were a child having a tantrum. Slowly, he rose from his spot and shrugged, a hard look on his face, "Alright, we'll see about that."

The door slid shut and you were left alone once again with just your thoughts.

You huffed, rolling back over to sleep again.

Genya didn't speak to you for most of the day. The only time he helped you was when you begged to use the bathroom, but other than that, he acted as if you were a fly on the wall.

Not eating for the day sucked, but you didn't mind it too much. It was nice to get time away from Genya's coddling.

On day 6, you decided that enough was enough. Genya was acting ridiculous.

He and his brother were the one's that put you in this fucked up situation. He couldn't just decide to stop caring for you just because you hurt his feelings. It's like he wasn't even thinking about how you felt being kidnapped.

Your feet were beginning to itch and ache from lack of care. You couldn’t wrap them yourself since Genya purposely stored them where you couldn’t reach the bandages or the ointment.

You couldn’t really eat anything of real nutritional value either since he’d put most of the food in unreachable places.

Now, you were beginning to realize that he’d planned all of this. He wanted you to beg for him. He needed you to need him.

You'd weakly crawled out onto the engawa, watching him train.

"Genya." You called out. He stopped and looked at you with expecting eyes, "You know that you have to help me, so just do it. I don't care anymore.”

Instead of helping you like you’d asked, he went back to training.

Your mouth gaped like a fish and you called for him again, “I won’t complain anymore, I promise. I’ll do everything you and Sanemi say, okay?”

Nothing.

“Genya… please. I’m hungry.” You begged softly, “My feet hurt and I can’t change the bandages by myself… I don’t want them to get infected, Genya, please.”

There was still no response and you felt your resolve melting little by little each time Genya didn’t answer you.

Your feet hurt so bad and your stomach churned got something other than soup.

“Genya…” Your voice wobbled, “Please help me. I need your help.” You told him with bitter tears, “I need your help with my bandages and I need your help to eat…”

He finally stopped training and looked at you with knowing eyes, “You do?” He asked in a mocking tone. “My little sister needs her big brother?”

“Yes.” You bit out.

He picked you up with a warm smile, “I’m glad you realized that you do need us.” Instead of taking you back to your room, he headed back outside.

“Where are we going?” You asked.

Genya chuckled at the question, as if you were a child, “You stink! We’re going to take quick bath and then we’ll worry about eating and changing your bandages.”

#yandere #yandere scenario #yandere x reader #yandere x y/n #platonic yandere #yandere kny #yandere demon slayer #genya shinazugawa #kny sanemi #kny genya x reader #anime #kidnap tw #tw cursing #tw injury #tw manipulation #tw infantilization #female reader

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minnesota-fats · 2 years

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Thank you for answering my ask!

I can see Bruce and Maddie meeting because of Science and interestingly enough, Maddie and Jack have an open relationship. I don't know why but I do ( on the flip side Vlad will self-destruct on that revelation )

How do Ra's, Talia, and Bruce himself think about Danny, his powers, and being the Ghost King? And Jack and Maddie who raised him?

Also, I find the thought hilarious if Bruce did have a 4th blood child( I'm counting Dani/Ellie ), it's freaking Marinette from Miraculous Ladybug, and JL, DP, and MLB are all on the same Earth.

Ironically Marinette was conceived the same way, drunken nightstand while in a high brow Gala in Paris with Sabine being a server, and shortly after that she met Tom, fell in live, and he raised her as his daughter.

At least Danny and Marinette can bond over them fighting fruit loops who should get a pet cat.

And the JL wasn't really on the up and up about what's going on in Paris because A) Everything gets fixed in the end and B) Kwami hijinks did a notice me not kind of Harry Potter spell until Constantine or Bruce starts poking around there. And C) Clockwerk may had helped keeping the secret because he owned the Kwami a favor.

Poor Damian once he finds out about that on top of still believing with his entire chest that Bruce + Selina = Dani will forever think that his Father, The Batman, is a Hoe 🤣

OH MY GODS THE CHAOS!!!!

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Vlad would be so mad! And he would bitterly be sitting in the corner at a gala in Gotham and Danny would SO rub it into his face like: “oh look at how cool my second DAD is, dont you think so Vlad???” With the smuggest smirk anyone has ever seen on the boy. All the bats would be confused but Jazz (who is also there) is like: “don’t worry about it, Vlad deserves this.” Leaving the Batfam confused because this was Jazz—the voice of reason—Fenton. Then Elle would join in and just be fuckin brutal, “haha, bitch! bet you wish you were him huh?” And vlad storms off to sulk in peace. (Or try to anyway, there is no peace when there are ghost kids about!)

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Ra’s would be bitter that the ghost king wasn’t his heir but would ultimately try to obtain Danny as a resource. Talia would be ok with Danny being the ghost king because what better way to have her son be protected than have his half brother be the king of the dead as well as having an obsession dedicated to protecting the people he cares about. Bruce would be devastated that his eldest bio son died before he was able to meet him but would quickly move on when he realizes that it doesn’t change the fact that Danny is his bio son. Ra’s Talia and Bruce all agree that the Fenton’s are very interesting people to say the least.

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Tbh, Im not completely into the whole Miraculous x DC x Danny Phantom crossover. But I do vibe with the whole, Danny and Marinette bonding over having to fight crazy adults that need therapy. Also its Wayzz that Clockwork owes a favor to and he just puts Paris in its own little time bubble where time flows normally but the outside world is just getting signals from alternate reality Paris where nothing wins wrong.

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Dani/Elle: “HA- your bio-dads a whore!”

Dami: “shut up!”

Danny: “your my clone so he is technically your bio-dad too.”

Danny/Elle: “HA- our bio-dad’s a whore!”

Marinette: “I don’t know how I got into this situation, I just want to draw in PEACE???”

And as said before, there is no peace when there are ghost children about. (Also batkids)

#danny phantom #danny fenton #miraculous ladybug #marinette dupain cheng #dc x dp #dc x dp x mlb #mlb x dp #mlb x dc #ghost king danny

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Messy Room

Engineer Mark x Captain

Warning: None

*Post-ISWM*

*After a long day, the captain is able to take a break only to get a notification from Mark that Celci & Mack are arguing. Also Mark gets flustered easily.*

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Finally, after a long day’s work, I can rest. I lift my gloved hand & place it on the scanner. The door slides open revealing my quarters, well, technically mine & Mark’s quarters. Ever since it was built, Mark kind of just made himself at home. At that time, it made sense since his own place hadn’t been built yet but once it was completed, he still didn’t move out & instead offered it to another crew member. I didn’t mind though. I enjoy his company & frankly, I prefer him invading my space than being left alone with my own thoughts, especially my nightmares. They happen frequently even after two years. Mark has them too. Every night, we fall asleep together & if one of us wakes up in a panic, the other is right there to calm them. That is probably a big reason as to why Mark has no interest in moving to his own housing.

I enter my room without turning on any lights. I find the dark to be comforting. It is a nice contrast from the blue & white, swirling light I had seen for an eternity. Unzipping my uniform, I decide to change into something more comfortable. After throwing my previous attire into the laundry basket, I rummage through a pile of clothes to find a shirt & pants. I was never one to be super carefree with my clothes & let them pile up in my room but Mark is. Since a decent amount of his stuff scattered the floor on his side of the room, I got into a bad habit of leaving my things accumulate like he does.

Once dressed comfortably, I lay down on the bed, facing the ceiling. I feel myself drifting off when I hear an alert from my tablet. The light momentarily blinds me but my eyes adjust quickly. There is a message from Mark: “Can you come to the bio center? Celci & Mack are arguing again & I’d like to keep my head.” It doesn’t seem to matter who it is, those two just can’t stop picking a fight with someone. Well, so much for a break.

I reply to Mark’s text. “On my way, anything I should know before I get there?”

“They’re arguing over whether or not some of the newly discovered flora is dangerous or not.”

“Mack’s not even a botanist.” *Once all colonists woke up from cryosleep, CC turned to botany.*

“I know but you know how he is.”

“Yeah, I’ll be there shortly.”

The walk to the bio center is too short to prepare myself for the arguing I am about to encounter. Nonetheless, I enter upon arrival.

“You don’t tell me what to do!” Celci’s voice echoes through the room. This is going to go really well.

Mark attempts to calm the two. “Please, this isn’t getting anywhere.”

“Shut up. You’re not even involved in this.”

“He probably knows more than you.” Mack sneers.

“Don’t you dare compare me to him.”Celci points a critical finger at Mark. Disappointed in the futile arguing & insults, I clear my throat, drawing everyone’s attention. “Captain, this asshole is trying to tell me how to do my job.”

“Dr. Kelvina, that is not how you address your fellow crew members.” I condemn her, making Mack laugh because it was towards her not him.

“You can hardly call him that…” She mumbles under her breath.

“& you” I direct my words to Mack. “have no authority to order Celci around. You can discuss your concerns with her amicably or you can keep them to yourself. She specializes in botany & last I checked you don’t.”

“Pssh, yeah whatever,” He pushes me off. Neither of them apologizes to each other but neither of them continues fighting. I guess I fixed the problem.

Mark poking my arm draws my attention to him. “Thanks for talking some sense into those two.”

“It’s not a problem.” I comment, noticing the slightly pink hue to his cheeks. “What?”

In a hushed voice so the others don’t hear, he says, “Are you purposefully wearing my shirt.” I glance down to the shirt I am wearing to see that it is in fact not one of mine. Heat rises to my cheeks. How did I make it this long & only just now realize I wasn’t wearing my own shirt? I mean it’s Mark so it’s not that big of a deal but at the same time, it’s Mark.

“Sorry, I didn’t realize.”

“How do you not realize you’re wearing my shirt?” He teases.

“It was dark when I put it on. Either way, I got it from one of my piles which means that your side is bleeding into mine.” I playfully punch him in the shoulder as I defend my case.

“Hey, you didn’t use to leave all your stuff lying around.”

“Where do you think I picked it up from? At least I clean my side occasionally.”

“You’re accusing me of influencing you to become more careless with your clothes?”

“You’re the one who moved in with me.”

“You didn’t complain. In fact, you initiated it.”

“I initiated it?”

“Yes, you did. You were the one who suggested I stay with you. It’s your fault.” As soon as the last three words left his mouth, both of us flinch. Even though it was in a playful tone, that phrase still triggers undesirable memories. “Sorry,” he mumbles.

“It’s alri…” I attempt to comfort him because I know it affects him more than me but I am interrupted.

“Ugh, No one cares about your ‘romantic life’. It’s unprofessional & inappropriate.” Mack declares before promptly leaving.

“It is official, Mark & the Captain are a thing.” CC concludes all detective-like. “Neither of you can deny it anymore since you’re living together. Seriously though, Captain, him? You’re one of my best friends & a fantastic captain but god, you have horrible taste in men.” She has a sly smile on her face. “Don’t worry, I won’t tell another soul.” She gestures zipping her mouth shut before elbowing my arm & leaving.

“& now the whole colony knows.” I sigh.

Mark finally manages to form words again. “She’s going to tell everyone isn’t she?”

“Yeah, she is.”

“Do you think we could really be a thing, you know, more than just friends?” God, why does he have to be so cute & dorky? I don’t care what CC says or anyone else for that matter; Mark is extremely attractive & precious.

A chuckle leaves my lips. “I think we’ve been more than friends for a long time now, probably since you first kissed me.” I poke him in the chest. A mischievous glint shimmers in his eye.

“& you only feel free to tell me that now?”

“I thought you already knew, you big doofus.” I ruffle his hair. He then leans his head against my hand like a dog would while petting them. “Alright, Chica, let’s go.”

“Chica’s not here.”

“I’m looking right at her.”

“I’m not Chica.”

“You sure? You act like her: always needs attention, loves pets, cute, distracted eas…ily.” Suddenly Mark wraps his arms around my stomach & trapped me in a hug from behind.

“You think I’m cute?”

Instead of answering, I just continue with my list. “Clingy, grumpy when teased…”

“Alright, I get it.” We both laugh. In a quieter, slightly deeper register of his voice, he continues. “You should really wear more of my shirts. You look good in this one.”

As I lean my head back so I can see his face, his stubble lightly scratches my cheek. “I’ll only wear the ones you put away.”

“Was this your whole plan to get me to clean my side of the room?”

“No but I’m going to say yes so it sounds intentional.” His chest vibrates from his laughter.

“Fine, I’ll clean up my side. You could have just asked me though.” His lips briefly hold contact with my temple.

“It wouldn’t have nearly been as fun.” He scoffs at my comment making my smile grow wider.

#iswm captain #iswm head engineer #iswm #in space with markiplier #youtuber ego #markiplier ego x reader #reader insert #engineer mark #markiplier #space is cool

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mermaidxatxheart · 2 years

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I Got Away With You

A/N: I have a huge small obsession with Garrett Hedlund at the moment. I have a few stories in the works, I started 5 in a week. Someone help me. I don't give permission for my works to be posted anywhere else. I already post on a few other sites, the links are in my bio if you're interested.

Pairing: Benny Miller x Reader

Word Count: 3k

Warnings: PTSD, abuse, trauma, triggering, p in v, cockwarming, nothing sexual, this is strictly a comfort fic. Benny is so fucking soft, please help.

Banner is made by me. A massive thank you to @leannawithacapitala @musings-of-a-rose for fueling my thirst for this man.

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Benny Miller’s girl is tough. You’ve had a complete shitshow for a life: abusive asshole parents and a psychotic brother who’s tried to kill you several times. And it’s made you rough. Some have called you cold. But he knows better. And by god, he’s fucking crazy about you. His girl. He’s got the ring in a lock box, just waiting for the right moment.

You don’t ask for anything. Ever. Even when you desperately need help. And he’s not just talking about opening the pickle jar, because sometimes he goes to you for that. (You always have the magic touch.) But, you don’t ask to be comforted, held, or cared for. And for that reason alone Benny is so soft for you.

Some days, you’ll crawl into his lap. No words, just sit there for a while as he reads or watches the game. He never minds. He’ll hold you until the world ends if that’s what you need. Other days, and these are his absolute favorite, you’ll sit on his lap with him inside you. No moving, it’s not sexual, just skin-to-skin contact to remind yourself that he’s real, that you found a good one as you put it.

It took you forever to be able to explain that to him, to even ask him for it was almost impossible for you. Even now you still mumble your way through asking if you can sit on him. It’s still so difficult for you to not feel like a burden to someone.

It’s late in the afternoon. You should have been home from work by now, but he’s not especially worried. If you’ve had a rough day, you like to go for a drive to clear your head. You try to hide from him how bad your moods can get some days. He knows, but it doesn’t make him love you any less. You’ve been through hell, you deserve to have bad days and let things get to you. You’re only human, and feeling that way is so completely valid. You never tell him to get over his bad days, and he’ll never do that to you.

He’s playing Call of Duty with his brother, Will. Will is at his own house, headset on so they can coordinate moves. Sometimes they like to play on opposite teams, sometimes on the same team.

“Your girl home yet?” Will asks.

“Not yet. Why? Hoping I’ll get distracted?” Benny replies with a grin.

“Maybe. Never thought I’d say this, but you’re too focused.” He laughs.

“There’s a first.” Benny agrees. He hears the front door open and his heart beats irregularly for just a second. “You might get your wish.”

“About time,” Will says. He absolutely adores you. You’re like the sibling he never had, which he constantly says in front of Benny all the time.

“Tell me about it.” Benny glances at the bedroom door for just a second before flicking his eyes back to the tv. He’s sitting in his gaming chair so that he doesn’t mess up your neatly made bed. It tends to make you panic when it’s messed up.

He expects you to come right into the room to change. It’s usually the first thing you do. Take the bra and dress pants off in exchange for sweatpants and one of his shirts. But you don’t appear in the doorway. A flicker of apprehension licks at his nerves. You love your routine. Maybe you brought food home.

“Baby?” He calls. There’s no answer, no sound of footsteps coming toward him. “Gimme a second, bro. Pause.” He says, pausing the game. He pulls off his headset and pushes himself up, leaving the bedroom to go find you.

Sometimes, you come home so exhausted and just drape yourself over the arm of the couch. He’ll find you with your ass sticking up, face buried in the cushion, already half asleep.

Not today, though. You’re not in the living room. Or in the kitchen.

“Babe?” He calls, doubt appearing. Did he hear you? He goes to the front door and checks the driveway. Your car is here.

His brain switches from casual inquisitor to search mode. He starts at the front door where he is and searches methodically, opening every door. He’s trained to clear every room for potential threats, but it’s also handy when his girlfriend likes to hide her stress.

He finds you in the laundry room cabinet, wedged underneath the supplies of trash bags, soaps, and other nonsense you like to store in there. He pulls the door open, his eyes immediately falling to you, knees uncomfortably tight against your chest, arms impossibly between them.

“When was the last time this helped you?” He asks softly, kneeling down next to you. Your eyes fill with unshed tears and you twist your head away, staring into the back of the dark closet. “Sweetheart.” He reaches for your hand and you close your fist around his fingers. “Wanna talk about what happened?” He asks.

You shake your head, lips pressed together.

These are the hardest days for him. The days when you so clearly need something but can’t or won’t ask for it. He will do anything for you, all you have to do is point him in the right direction. But guessing? He’s shit at that.

“Do you want me to make you some hot chocolate?” He asks, studying you for your reactions. There’s a small moment where your chest stutters, a double breath, and you nod. “We can go cuddle?” He offers, scooting back to give you space to wriggle out. Again you nod. “Okay. Come on, baby.”

You struggle for a minute before looking at him pathetically. “Help?”

Christ, he would rip apart this entire laundry room. He carefully pries your legs out, sliding you forward before pulling you to your feet. You won’t look at him, eyes downcast.

“Why don’t you go upstairs and get ready? I’ll be right up.” He says, pressing a kiss to your forehead. You leave the laundry room and he heads for the kitchen, making your hot chocolate just the way you like it. It probably won’t get finished. But at least you’ll have it if you want it.

He carries it to the bedroom to find you laying on the bed, naked, with his headset on, the lube on the nightstand. So, you need that kind of cuddling.

“Sorry again for interrupting, Will.” You say quietly as Benny sets the mug down. Will, undoubtedly, has zero problems with Benny pausing the game for you. “No, you guys can keep playing. It won’t bother me.” You say, rolling over to look at Benny.

He pulls off his shirt, laying it on the end of the bed. You might want it later when you get cold. He shucks off his sweats, dropping them in the laundry basket at the bottom of the closet. He pulls off his hat, running a hand through his messy hair. It’s too long, but the feeling of your fingers tangled in it is too good to get rid of. You shake your head, pointing at his hat. He places it back on his head, brim backward so it’s out of your way. He shoos you over, settling in the center of the bed, legs stretched out, fluffing the pillows and stacking them behind his back. He grabs the lube, squeezing a little into his palm and stroking his already half-hard cock. It’s an immediate reaction to seeing you naked that his brain and body will just never get over.

He glances at you, and Will must have said something because your eyes fill again. “I-I know. Love you, too.” You warble, your voice breaking as you try not to let the tears overcome you. Benny guides you close, spreading the rest of the lube between your legs, wanting to make this as painless for you. It’s already a stretch when he has you good and ready. He uses the back of his index to turn your head, pressing the mute button on the headset.

“Baby, I’m here whenever you’re ready to tell me, okay? There’s no rush to talk, and we can sit like this as long as you want to.” He says softly and you lower your eyes again.

“What did I do to deserve you?” You whisper, voice cracking and you bite your lip.

He wants to joke that it was probably something terrible, and that’s what he would do on a good day. On a day when you can laugh and swat his arm for being dumb. But today, you don’t need jokes. You don’t need your parents’ words that you’re a terrible person, a failure, a mistake, thrown in your face. You need to be reminded how perfect he thinks you are.

“I’m not sure, but I must have done something pretty damn amazing to deserve you.” He says, guiding your hips up and over his. He holds his cock steady for you, letting you lower yourself at your own pace. His crown pushes past your entrance, tracing along your soft-as-silk walls. He clenches his jaw, reminding himself that this is for you, not pleasure. It’s fairly easy since you’re almost crying, and that kind of flattens the romantic mood. He’s not complaining, though.

You pause halfway down, taking a breath, squeezing his shoulders. “I’m sorry.” You whimper and his whole heart breaks for you. His girl, so tough and rough. Today must have been murder for you to have you so upset.

“You never have to apologize to me. Do you need my thumb? Do you want me to push?” He offers and you nod. He slips his thumb into your curls, slowly rubbing it around your clit as his other hand guides your hips down slowly. “My good girl.” He whispers, kissing your forehead. “My perfect, sweet girl. I love sitting with you like this.” He praises, feeling your walls contract and roll as you sink down to his base. “All in, sweetheart.” He tells you.

“Will is asking where you are.” You mumble.

He unmutes it and grabs a tissue, cleaning his hands off. “I’m here, man. Gimme a minute.” He says, taking the headset off your pretty head.

“Did I make her cry?” He asks.

“Shouldn’t be a goal.” Benny huffs. You lean forward, your chest pressing against his as you rest your head against his shoulder. You’re tucking into his shape, contouring yourself against him, arms wrapping around his chest. He presses a kiss against your temple, letting his mouth stay there for a minute. The smell of you overwhelms his senses and he closes his eyes.

You shift your hips slightly, trying to get comfortable. He spreads his thighs to support you, grabbing the controller and encasing you in the safety of his arms.

“Alright, man. Let’s go.” He says, starting the game again. He turns down the volume so that it won’t bother you when you finally fall asleep and something explodes.

“I wasn’t trying to make her cry,” Will says after a minute. “I just told her that we all love her. Tom thinks of her as a second daughter, shit, even Santi adores her. She doesn’t have to be alone with whatever is going on.” He finishes quietly.

“Thanks. I think she needed to hear it.” Benny says, glancing down at you. You’re not asleep, but you’re not listening to him, either.

“No problem.” Will sighs. “You gonna ask her soon?”

“I’m thinking about it. I don’t want her to feel pressured. Especially if she’s feeling like this. I can wait until she’s in a better headspace.” He nuzzles into your hair, keeping his eyes on the tv. His avatar is prowling around a building, searching for his brother.

“She asleep?”

“Not yet.” They’re both quiet for a minute as the game progresses slowly.

“Benny?” You whisper. Your breath tickles across his neck and chest.

“Yeah, baby?”

You hesitate, shaking your head after a second. “Never mind. Sorry.”

“You sure?” He rubs your back slowly for a second while there’s a lull in the game.

“Yeah. It’s okay.” You sniff quietly. You settle back down, not saying anything else.

The absence of the game sounds is deafening in the room. He starts to hum quietly, not caring that his brother can hear everything. It’s his favorite song since he met you, reminding him of just how lucky he is that you’re here with him, never mind all the bullshit that life has put you through.

Well, I got caught in Panama City

Tryin' to buy some beer for some Georgia girls

And I got wore out by my daddy

For stealin' cigarettes from the Smokes and more

And all my friends would get away

Seems I'd get caught, plain as day

I took the blame for every little thing

You hiccup and squeeze around him. He takes a steadying breath before continuing.

But I got away with you

And somehow l still ain't been found out

It's a crazy truth

Like l strolled out the gates of Alcatraz

And l walked in the Louvre

And the Mona Lisa's hanging in my house

I bust out of Buckingham with the crown jewels

And l got away with you.

You wrap your arms up around his shoulders, holding onto him tightly. He’s never letting you go.

Well lookin' like you do

On its damn own, should be a crime

Let alone a fool like me

Hand in hand with you, should be doin' time

But here we are runnin' free

Guess someone turned the other cheek

'Cause there ain't no blue lights in the rear view

Will, to his credit, doesn’t interrupt him. He just lets him sing to his girl.

Guess I got away with you

And somehow l still ain't been found out

It's a crazy truth

Like l strolled out the gates of Alcatraz

And l walked in the Louvre

Now the Mona Lisa's hanging in my house

I bust out of Buckingham with the crown jewels

And l got away with you

I'll take it all, the fails, the falls

The county jails and one phone calls

I'd do it all again if I had to

'Cause I got away with you

Somehow girl, I still ain't been found out

It's a crazy truth

Like l strolled out the gates of Alcatraz

And l walked in the Louvre

Now the Mona Lisa's hanging in my house

I bust out of Buckingham with the crown jewels

And l got away with you

When l got away with you

Yeah, I got away with you.

“Hey, save the game, little brother. We’ll play some other time.” Will says.

“You sure?”

“Yeah. She needs you.”

Benny saves the game. “Say goodbye to Will, baby.” He says, brushing your hair down your back.

“Bye, Will baby.” You mumble and Will chuckles. Benny signs off and pulls off the headset, tossing it over onto his gaming chair.

“I’m gonna shift a bit, Princess, okay?” He says, only moving once you nod. He pushes himself up, gritting his teeth against the sweet feel of you gripping him. He slides down the bed more so that when he lays back, he’ll be laying down. He adjusts the pillows, trying not to jostle you too much. “Do you still wanna be on top?” He asks and you nod.

“Just like this.”

“Okay. You alright to lay down?”

“Yeah.”

He eases himself down, cradling you against his chest. You completely melt against him, shifting down, taking him deeper inside you, but also so you can rest your head on his chest.

He closes his eyes, humming softly for you, knowing that his voice helps calm you. His hands stroke up and down your back, tracing lines along your spine, memorizing the shape of you in his arms.

“Brian.” You mumble and he freezes for a second and then remembers that Brian is the name of a frat boy that you work with.

“Want me to get rid of him?” He offers.

“I was fine all day.” You whisper. “All day. It was good. Nothing bad happened, we had good numbers. And then Brian.” You take a breath and he can feel it shudder through you. “He caught his girlfriend sleeping with his brother, his sister, and his dad. And he storm-stormed into the office on his phone. End of the d-day. Just screaming at her. T-told her,” you cut off, twisting your face into his chest.

He cradles the back of your head, his heart hammering behind his sternum. He can imagine what that kind of rage might make someone say. And Brian looks just enough like your brother to have you avoiding him at all costs.

“He told her that he was going to find her, make her suffer by t-taking away everything she loves, and th-then no one would ever find her.” Your voice is broken, barely audible and he can feel you shaking.

“Jesus.” Benny turns into your hair, pressing reassuring kisses everywhere that he can reach. His thumb brushes across your cheekbone, tracing it for comfort just as much for him as it is for you.

“If John ever-“

“He won’t, baby. I can take care of myself, and I’ll always take care of you. Your brother isn’t coming anywhere near us ever again.”

“I can’t lose y-you.”

He hugs you tight against him, rocking you gently from side to side. “I’m not going anywhere. My whole world is right here.” He promises. He doesn’t give a shit about Brian. Brian’s going through it and deserves his anger. But he might have to have a word about screaming about it in the office.

“I’m sorry I tried to hide. Please don’t be mad.” You plead.

Benny shushes you, cupping your face and lifting it so he can see you. “Never.” He kisses your forehead, tucking you back against his chest. “And you don’t need to apologize. It’s been a while since you’ve had such a bad day.”

“I felt like I was exploding. I needed,”

“Containment. I understand, sweet girl.” He brushes your hair back. “Try to sleep, okay? I’m right here. I’m not leaving you. I’ll be here when you wake up.” He promises.

You nod quietly, reaching up to feel his hair in your fingers. “Whatever I did to deserve you must have been damn amazing.” You mumble, snuggling deeper into the cage of his arms. He smiles against the crown of your hair, thinking it’s just not possible to love you any harder than he does right now.

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good7luck · 1 year

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My rough theory on Haibara & the supporting character woman in Detective Conan Movie 26: Kurogane no Submarine

The Reason Why Haibara Was Crying In Tears & More

feat. my own made-up assumptions & delusions XD

* mainly based on the official preview videos, NOT the actual movie!

* Note: I originally wished to make this post earlier and more organized, but time flied OTL and now the movie is already at theater in Japan XD I think I will NOT try to read the movie spoilers (by fans) myself anytime soon, though..!

First, we all know Haibara = Shiho = Sherry is the main character for this movie, who is an ex-BO member, who lost her big sister Akemi.

Apparently her name is Naomi Argento, so I’ll call her just Naomi!

The very “supporting” character that appears in the previews more often than Ran and the Detective Boys trio... I wonder why! So suspicious :’))

To me, Naomi feels like Akemi & Elena Miyano, Haibara’s big sister & mother. At first, I didn’t know her name was Naomi, and now there’s even more similarity with Akemi & Elena asdfg

The Europol woman who was killed (probably) by Gin has the (almost) same hair color & forelock as Naomi’s, so they might be “related”...as (bio) sisters :’)))

Maybe, the murdered Europol woman is Naomi’s big sis. The engineer Naomi developed the new system related to the security camera & face authentication in order to find out who killed her big sis - so that she could take revenge on the culprit(s) - Black Organization = BO. However, the BO obviously hated the new system already. That’s why BO kidnapped the engineer Naomi, and the battle or war came to begin.

I’m kinda 50:50 (lol) if Naomi = Pinga (the new BO member to die for this movie) or not. I mean, Pinga seems to have some similar hair color (& braid) to Naomi’s...idk XD

Besides, Pinga appears in the movie poster, even if s/he barely appears in the previews...while Naomi isn’t(?) in the poster, even if she appears in the previews quite a LOT (again, more often than Ran!). It looks like Naomi is even staying together with Haibara after both got kidnapped. I know the new BO member is more important than some supporting character, but still lol

(yeah, I think that’s Naomi on the upper right!)

If Naomi = Pinga, then Naomi & Haibara would share even more parallels - the active BO member now totally betrays BO after their big sis got murdered by BO. This adds even more dramatic elements, so I high-key wish it happen for real tbh :’)))

Vermouth knocked Naomi out and stole some secret info from her, without killing her right away. But it might be that Pinga was very secretive like Vermouth or RUM, and so BO members never knew Pinga’s daily or real face = Naomi. If this is true, then Naomi was so unfortunate that she got picked up as the targeted engineer? asdfg Or it’s just destined to happen at some point from the start, cuz the new system is that dangerous and threatening to BO...

Q. But, if Naomi = Pinga, then how about her own face getting recognized by the new system...?

A. I have no idea :’))) She’s the engineer for it, so maybe she exceptionally corrupted some data in regards to herself with the administrator mode? Ooops XD

Maybe here Naomi is ranting to Haibara about how much she wanted to take revenge on Gin and destroy BO for her big sis’ death on her own (the new system), how frustrating it is that her plan got completely ruined, and that there’s no hope left now, cuz BO kidnapped them to kill them soon. She probably thought Haibara could never understand her feelings, oops :’)

There’re some lines from Haibara in the previews, like “I’ve changed...so, have faith!”, as if...she’s trying to encourage “someone” that a BO member is still able to make a choice to change their life for the better in the light, no longer living as a criminal in darkness, or such :’))

I mean, current Haibara is supposed to be (acting like) a 7 years old “kid” and hide her actual identity from almost everyone else. I genuinely don’t see why she would say that kind of line to “a non-BO, ordinary person” who she just met as fellow kidnapped victims, much less to any of the few people who already know her true identity.

To persuade Naomi who gave up, Haibara revealed her personal backstories in regards to her own big sis and parents. And how much her life has changed thanks to Agatha, Conan = Shinichi, Ran, the Detective Boys trio, and so on. And how OP Conan is XD that they, especially Conan, would never give up on her and would definitely come to save her, no matter what. Naomi quickly understands in regards to Conan cuz that young boy suspiciously dodged the new system too well, perhaps XD

In fact, Haibara low-key gave up, too, after getting kidnapped (”Bye-bye...Edogawa Conan-kun.”). But she was not alone there, really, and Naomi in despair reminded of her past depressed self and also how she still has been saved by others several times. Now Naomi got impressed to see the girl being genuinely hopeful in a serious manner, even if she looks / is much younger than herself.

After their long and deep talk, Naomi finally agrees to cooperate with Haibara and try to get out of there “alive” together. Two is better than one, and doing something to survive is better than doing nothing but just waiting for death, right? Not to mention both used to be BO members and so have some more than zero(0) (lol) info and knowledge about BO! Once they get to meet Conan, Naomi might be protected by FBI or such (and/or live in the Kudo residence with Subaru = Akai XD near Haibara’s current home ;w;).

However...of course it’s not easy to run away from BO and their traps, after all, especially when even RUM is actively involved. At some point, only one of the two could possibly survive in some super evil situation, and Naomi sacrifices herself to protect Haibara, so that Haibara would not die right there.

If Naomi betrays Haibara and makes her die alone, then both will simply get to die in vain, and she knows it. Even if Naomi alone survives and escapes somehow, realistically she (probably, oops) has NO remaining family members or friends or colleagues she can safely rely on right away, much less against BO - unlike current Haibara, who has her safe place and kind people to go back to.

Besides, Haibara and her ally Conan have some amazing / potential colleagues from Shinichi’s own OP parents, the great(?) detective Kogoro, Japanese Police, FBI, CIA, MI6 (soon lol), etc etc, who could actually stand against BO. That’s why Naomi decided to leave everything to Haibara - even the revenge on BO. Naomi entrusted her life to Haibara, and Haibara is of course so sad :( She got attached to her, only to lose her so soon, because of BO again :((

(This crying scene might be when Haibara just realized she got kidnapped by BO, but shhh XD)

# Naomi was like Haibara herself - she was an active & capable member of BO, but she got mad at Gin/BO for killing her big sis, and so she fully betrayed BO in the end. The two could’ve been not only great colleagues but also close friends and even semi-family sisters who share such a similar life...

It might be also that both didn’t really realize their product (APTX4869 / the new system) would cause the horrible chaos in the world that much until it’s too late.

# Naomi was like the big sis Akemi - she’s (probably) older than teenager Haibara/Shiho, so she might start to see Haibara like a little sister. And/or Haibara sees Akemi from Naomi first, more and more (strong and weak, smiling, actually kind, etc). Naomi eventually died to save Haibara from BO - similar to Akemi, who tried to take Haibara out of BO.

Haibara might scream “Big sis!!!” out loud, and Naomi would get surprised and smile at her “like an angel”, right before she dies or they get separated, possibly ;_;

# Naomi was like the mother Elena or an aunt - she’s probably in 20s or 30s, and her big sis might be in 30s (or 40s?), while Haibara is in like 7 years old body. If Naomi’s big sis lived an average ordinary life, she might’ve had a child of that age, and then Naomi would’ve been an aunt for the child. Haibara was like a niece to Naomi because of the body age gap, which made her even more protective of her. Or even like her own child, if she were not a criminal.

Naomi might leave some last words of advice and encouragement to Haibara - “like a mother”; don’t push everyone else from yourself, don’t try to do everything by yourself alone (like I did), get along with good people (like you’ve been recently), go survive and fight & punch BO in some way (for yourself and me) together with Conan, achieve an ordinary happy long life, and such, perhaps.

...and Haibara did her absolute best as much as possible indeed, not only for herself but also not to make Naomi’s will meaningless. She struggled and almost despaired in the last minute, cuz at that point she’s alone and reached her (physical) limit - until Conan came to rescue and finally found her (= no longer alone).

Haibara reunited with Ran, who is like Akemi or “an angelic big sis” but never going to die.

I wondered for a second if the color is orange overall here because of the sunset in the early evening - but nope, it’s probably from all the fire in the background asdfg The introduced cool facility and ships got exploded and wrecked again XD My point is, I believe this scene is from the ending part = at night / dawn, after Haibara got rescued by Conan and almost everything got wrapped up somehow. (maybe) Ran is hugging Haibara tightly like that, and Haibara is making such emotional faces.

PS. I’m so curious if Haibara would actually take the APTX4869 pill = become an adult(?) and wear dead Naomi’s clothes for hours...or maybe the staff low-key deceived us, and she never takes any pill lol XP

PS. I read some complaints (long ago, not Tumblr) if both Akai and Amuro really had to appear (again) even in the movie where Haibara is supposed to be the main. But, when you think about it...both are deeply related to Akemi; Akai & Akemi were tragic lovers and cousins, and Amuro & Akemi were childhood friends. Additionally, Akai is watching & protecting Haibara now, and Amuro recently(?) tried to “take”(...) her under his wings, out of BO, even if now he thinks she died then.

PS. If my guesses were so wrong here, then welp, my guesses were wrong, I guess uwu XP

Thanks for reading my long, incoherent ramblings!! :D

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bwabys-scenarios · 6 months

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Unconditional

Kurapika x Fem!Reader

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warnings: Kurapika is depressed, mentions of him having anger issues, mention of reader’s period(very short)

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Living and loving Kurapika wasn’t all sunshine and rainbows. He had anger issues that got out of control sometimes, he struggled to be emotionally vulnerable with you, and he had missed several date nights and special occasions to chase the Phantom Troupe.

The other three in your friend group saw you as a saint. “I don’t know how you handle all of that, (Name). I would have broken up with him long ago.” Leorio said, sipping on his beer.

You sighed, playing with the straw to your strawberry soda. “It’s tough, but… I’m holding onto hope. Once he gets revenge, I… I hope he’ll be ready to settle down with me. He’s talked about wanting children before. I… want that too.”

Leorio downed the rest of his beer, before letting out a huff. “You’re too kind and patient for your own good.”

Maybe he was right, but the Kurapika you got to see was different than the man that others did.

It was winter, and he hadn’t gotten a single lead on the scarlet eyes or Phantom Troupe in weeks. Christmas was around the corner, and the closer it got to the holidays, the more depressed he became.

When he wasn’t away on missions or business, he stayed with you at your apartment. For the past week, he had been struggling to get out of bed.

Despite him not taking good care of himself and often taking his sadness and anger out on you by yelling or pushing you away, you still held him in the late hours of the night as he sobbed.

“I miss them… god I miss my mom, I miss my dad… I miss Pairo…”

You rubbed soothing circles into his back, not minding that his hair was greasy or his clothes were covered in stains. You kissed his forehead and wiped away his tears, whispering sweet words of love.

“Why don’t we do something tomorrow? Something to get you out of the house, or at least out of bed,” you said softly, caressing his cheek. He didn’t answer, burying his face into your warm bosom.

Soon, within your comforting embrace, he was able to fall back asleep.

He would go through these depressive episodes sometimes, where he would barely eat, and stay in bed for several days. You always helped him do little things to make him feel better, like change his clothes and brush out his hair so it didn’t get matted.

The next morning, you woke up, gently leading him to the bathroom. He sat on the edge of the bathtub shyly as you filled it up with warm water. Kurapika seemed embarrassed, rubbing his arm.

“I’m sorry, I smell gross and look terrible…” he said softly, eyes focused on the floor.

You smiled, helping to pull off his shirt. “Everyone is gross sometimes. You didn’t mind when I was on my period and bled through my pants while we were on a date and even let me cover my butt with your jacket!”

He smiled shyly, his cheeks erupting in a blush when you pulled his pants and boxers off. “Th-that’s different. You couldn’t help that, I’ve just been lazy and I don’t deserve you-“

“Kurapika, we’ve talked about this! You’re not being lazy, you’re going through a lot! You’re allowed to feel upset, and I’ll be here to take care of you, just like you take care of me. You’re deserving of love and understanding.”

He had heard this from you multiple times, but each time it made him want to cry. No one had ever looked past the mask of anger and emotional unavailability he put up. You tore down his walls so easily, making him feel like putty in your hands.

Kurapika stayed silent, allowing you to wash his body, making soft content groans as you washed away all of the grime he acquired over the past week. You applied a cleanser to his face before scrubbing his hair, waving it smooth and fluffy after his bath.

Although he still felt pretty bad, a bath had helped a bit. He watched as you picked out some comfortable pajamas for him to wear. It was the morning, but honestly he appreciated you noticing he didn’t feel like doing much.

You dried him off before dressing him, the blonde leaning against you as you blow dried his hair. It felt nice being taken care of like this. In his teens, Kurapika would have never imagined someone caring about him so much that they were willing to bathe him when he was unwell.

“You’re… you’re the best thing that has ever happened to me.”

You blinked, your face heating up. He’s never been afraid to say he loved you, in fact you were sure that you may be the person he held the most dear in his life, but the words he just said held so much weight.

“Kurapika…”

You pressed kisses into his face, wiping away the stray tears that fell down his cheeks. “You’re my everything, Pika. I want you to be happy, truly happy.”

He sighed, pulling you close and hiding his face in your chest. Kurapika always felt so safe when he was in your arms. It was almost comical to him. You were so much weaker than he was, with the wrong move he could crush you, but right now your arms around him made him feel safe and protected.

“One day… when… when everything has been resolved…”

He looked up at you, smiling. “I’m going to make you my wife.”

You felt your heart do backflips in your chest, and he couldn’t help but laugh at your flustered face. “You’re really cute, (Name). I don’t think I’ve ever loved someone as much as I love you.”

After recovering from his sweet words, you applied moisturizer to his face and combed out his hair. When he looked in the mirror, he could still pick out all of the things he disliked about himself.

He was pale, thin, had bags under his eyes… but you always blushed when he looked your way, your heart thumping wildly when he kissed you. It made him feel a little less insecure.

Kurapika let you lead him to the living room and set him up on the couch with a Christmas movie and some breakfast while you cleaned up your shared room. You had been unable to change the sheets and blankets due to his state, and you really wanted to give him a fresh start.

You returned after making the bed and putting the dirty bedding on to wash. “You know…”

You lifted the edge of the throw blanket you’d covered Kurapika with, ducking under his arm he wrapped around you to lay your head on his chest. “This is nice. I wouldn’t mind sitting here with you all day.”

He grinned, giving you a bite of his pancakes before snuggling close to you. “I’d like that. Now I don’t stink, and I feel… better. Some cuddles with my lovely girlfriend would be nice.”

And that’s exactly what the two of you did, spending the entire day together. The only time you left each other’s embrace was to use the bathroom or for you to prepare meals. Soon, it was time for bed.

The sheets smelled nice and fresh, and cuddled up with you, Kurapika could already feel himself beginning to feel better. It would take time to heal, but little things like this showed him just how loved he was, and how much he loved you.

“Goodnight, my beloved. Tomorrow, I… want to try going outside.”

You smiled, kissing his cheeks. “That sounds nice, we can stop by that new bakery down the street for breakfast.”

Kurapika almost felt excited for the day to come, and it was all thanks to you. “I love you so much… you truly are the most important person in my life.”

“I love you too, Pika.”

You both fell asleep in each others arms, each falling a bit more in love with the other.

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gremoria411 · 5 months

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*The following post contains spoilers fro Gundam Iron Blooded Orphans Urdr Hunt, episodes 1-22*

As a follow up to my previous post about Urdr Hunt:

Wistario Afam.

Wistario just doesn’t really….. grab me, as a protagonist. And I’m not sure why, but I do want to extrapolate a little. I like that Wistario has a solid, defined Goal, which is to win the Urdr Hunt, and use the prize money to buy and do up the Radonitsa colony.

Gjallarhorn making a play for Katya upends this - not completely mind, but it causes Wistario to pivot to protecting Katya at the expense of the Urdr hunt. This makes sense, he’s able to recover data from the Urdr hunt without directly collecting it himself since he knows and is friends with roughly 3/5 of the other participants (4/5 if we count the Zan brothers). This is a good decision, but it does still cause him some grief, since he knows he doesn’t have the resources to take on Gjallarhorn.

Then he meets Londo Bron, and makes a steadfast declaration of protection/marriage proposal to Katya. This is where he sorta loses me.

It’s not a bad choice, and I understand it’s borne out of his desire for family, which has been slowly building in the background as the series goes on. Thing is….. him and Katya haven’t really interacted other than collaborating on the Urdr Hunt. Honestly, the only person he’s interacted with enough that I would genuinely believe a proposal would be Range. So when I first heard it, I genuinely thought he was bluffing Londo, but then as things progress he’s serious about it, and I just can’t really fathom why, because they just haven’t interacted in any capacity that I feel would lead to romance. What I’m getting at is that Wistario’s wish to buy Radonitsa and do it up to improve the lives of people on Venus feels like the thing that keeps him “tethered”, I suppose. So I kinda lose him when that gets taken away. I don’t disagree or fail to understand his actions, it’s just that it’s such a big part of his personality that I struggle to parse him without it.

Part of this could be a bigger issue of certain characters not being explored enough - I like Range, Katya and Denmer, they’re all either explored enough for me to like them and understand their actions or have enough going on that I can fill in the blanks myself. But Wistario and Korunaru kind of aren’t, and this wouldn’t be an issue if they weren’t ostensibly the main characters. I like Korunaru, but she suffers because I believe her character could have been combined with Katya without losing much in the process, and I seem to recall the marketing pushing her as important.

I’d like to stress that if there’s some sort of Bio section in-game, or some extra side conversations that flesh them out then that sounds great, but I don’t have those in front of me so I can’t really account for them. Wistario’s just fairly obvious since he’s the protagonist, so he kind of needs to have a defined (though not necessarily strong) character.

However, I do rather like his design. It’s got a youth and energy to it that I think goes well with his desire to re-invigorate Venus’ economy, and his clothing’s functional without looking drab, so it’s believable that this is something he lives and works in. His childishness (at least comparatively. Honestly it comes and goes) and friendliness also illustrate that he’s a positive spirit and force for change in a negative environment (read: basically all of Post Disaster).

#gundam #ramblings #gundam ibo urdr hunt #Gundam Iron Blooded Orphans Urdr Hunt #gundam iron blooded orphans #Gundam Urdr Hunt #mobile suit Gundam #Urdr Hunt #Wistario Afam #Korunaru Kousa #Katya Inoshi

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demacianpuppet · 1 year

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Demacian Nobility and the Holy Blood

The Mageseeker comes out in less than 2 weeks and I thought it was the perfect moment to talk about a theory I had for years before it totally gets disproven in the game.

In Runeterra there are a few bloodlines which seem to be something special. Sivir’s blood was able to resuscitate Azir from the dead and while it is not sure how much it is still canon, in Sion’s Reborn Story it was mentioned that Jarvan IV blood was used to restore Sion to his current state.

So we assume for now that the Lightshield bloodline is still special.

I also assume that the Crownguards are also fit the bill. First of all, Lux is a powerful mage. While this doesn’t have to mean anything, in the Lux comic it is mentioned that magical abilities seem to be hereditary. So what about the rest of the Crownguards?

Whether Garen is also a magic user or not, it seems to change from story to story. In the Lux comic he was able to defeat Sylas without his sword, which seems to be blessed with magic while in the upcoming Mageseeker game he still summons a big sword of light to smite his enemies. If that is not magic, I don’t know.

Tianna Crownguard is also an interesting case. While we don’t see her use any kind of magic and is established as an important person of the military, she was able to wake up Garen while nobody else was able to. Again, it could be something else but the framing is suspicious for sure.

The thing is: there has to be a reason why these bloodlines are so special to begin with. And I do have a theory in that regard.

Magical bloodlines are usually connected to the divine, to the celestial. And while Demacia still was a young nation, it was also the time where Kayle and Morgana walked freely there.

In Kayle’s bio it is openly stated that she “imbuing the weapons of the worthy with her own sanctified fire” and had a protege named Ronas. My take is that Ronas was a Crownguard and he was blessed by Kayle, carrying a spark of celestial magic in it. Light and justice are indeed motives we find a lot with the Crownguards - Lux being a light mage and Garen serving and upholding the law of Demacia.

For the Lightshield, we can see that they try to be kind and just rulers. In What Once Sailed Free we can see that Jarvan the Third offered all prisoners the chance to begin a new life. It would make sense that someone like Morgana, who represents justice as a form of reformation could find liking in a leader like that and would offer her own blessing to them.

After Kayle’s and Morgana’s fallout, both disappeared from the public and they became myths. It could be that the Crownguards and Lightshields don’t know about it. An origin myth that you tell the others to explain why these families still have so much power. It could also be that this knowledge was carefully hidden since Demacia has become more and more magephobic in the time.

However, what is your blood even worth if you are not even willing to fight for the ideals your own nation has built on? Only time will tell.

#league of legends #lol #I fucking hate magical bloodline and I need a reason why it is like it is #and if we dont have a canon one I gonna make one #lux #lux crownguard #garen crowngua #jarvan iv #jarvan iv lightshield #kayle #morgana #the mageseeker #my analysis

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mynameisbuckyandimaniceguy · 2 years

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Please Read and Reblog!! This Is Very Important!!

TW for mention of child abuse and sexual content.

Platforms that have age restrictions are always going to have underage users. It’s common knowledge to everyone.

Encanto proship creators thrive on twitter. It is our responsibility as not only creators, but as the adults, to protect minors from viewing harmful content.

When you are posting content on your public account that is in direct violation of the guidelines of the platform, you are putting these children at risk. Proships say that they want to protect the minors, but they make very half assed attempts to do so.

Proshippers get on your ass when you call them out and they say; ‘How do you think this makes me feel?’ or ‘Think about what you’re doing to my mental health.’

Think about the victims of CSA and inc*st that have the misfortune of stumbling upon your post. CSA and inc*st are extremely traumating, and you don’t seem to care for their mental health. Its certainly far more traumatizing than some rando’s on the internet telling you sexualizing children is wrong.

When you publicly post content you are welcoming the opinions and comments from anyone who can see it. That means anyone can see it.

You are (intentionally or not) exposing young people, or otherwise traumatized people, to sexual content that they didn’t consent to seeing.

‘Well it’s posted on my bio that I have nsfw content!’ Do you know how many recommended posts I get of explicit content, just because my twitter knows that I like Encanto? It shows it to me anyway.

‘Just block the tags!’ Not all of you tag your work. So much of it is untagged! Whose to say that your public, untagged post won’t make it onto a minors feed on accident?

The blames not entire on proshippers when it comes to hostility. It is absolutely unacceptable for Encanto fans to harass proships and tell them to kts. That being said, proships also love to flood comments with degrading and hostile intent.

You should never wish harm on another, no matter how tempting it is. Trust me I get it. But when you attack with hostility, you will rightfully get hostility in return. Show them that you are the bigger person. Don’t feed into their backlash. If you see an account posting inappropriate content that violates guidelines - block and report them. It doesn’t make you the bigger person to sit and argue because they simply don’t care. In their minds, they are justified. We all know that that’s not the truth.

Please, if you are on twitter and you see a proship account - block and report. Do NOT engage with them unless you can hold a civil and respectful conversation. Be responsible when they aren’t able to be. Be respectful when they refuse to be.

If you are unaware of the rules and regulations of twitter I will list them below. Most, if not all, proshippers are in violation of these rules and you are rightfully encouraged to report their content.

We have the ability to remove their content from public spaces. Staying silent is exactly what they want from you, and it’s part of the reason they’ve grown so big in the community.

I love this community ❤️ It’s so sad to see so many corrupt people posting child sexual content with no repercussions. Be safe.

Edit: I know a lot of us are sick and tired of hearing about them. You don’t want to acknowledge them, and you don’t want to agitate them. This is feeding exactly into what they want. They know that you aren’t going to change their mind, they’re far too self righteous, so they belittle and intimidate until you leave. Doesn’t help that they pretty much travel in packs - which is why I discourage interaction unless you know you can handle the heat. Trust me I know from experience. If you upset one of them - 15 more are going to come for you.

This. Is why. They’re still here. Because nobody wants to deal with their harassment. And as long as we ignore them, the more they will continue to grow.

I recently posted a list on my twitter account of public profiles that people should avoid, block, and report. They absolutely swarmed me. Claimed that I was harassing them. They are not the victims in this situation - don’t let them lead you into believing that.

Some of them aren’t going to fight you, they’re going to try to calmly reason with you. Don’t let that dissuade you, because at the end of the day - no matter how polite they sound - they are still promoting pedophilia.

Don’t let them intimidate you, because in the end you are doing the right thing. Don’t seek validation from pedophiles. You don’t need shit from them.

#encanto #bruno madrigal #mirabel madrigal #pepa madrigal #julieta madrigal #felix madrigal #agustin madrigal #antonio madrigal #dolores madrigal #isabela madrigal #luisa madrigal #camilo madrigal #alma madrigal

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