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thelov3lybookworm · 29 days

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Lucien who now lives full time in the Day Court knowing the truth (think white robes and cold crown and makeup omg) and who has been in love with IC reader since getting to know her while he was there.

She's now visiting on some Night Court business (research, negotiation, etc.), and he's decided to put on his full Lucien teasing charm to woo her.

Sunlight in a Bowl.

Summary: Did he just... no. Of course not.

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A/n: I didnt realise how much i loved this idea until i wrote it 😭 thank you soo much my darling anon for sending in this request, i had soo much fun writing it lol, it was like it took no effort, came to me soo easy 🥹

also, posting this an hour early for funsies 🤭

i promised no angst so theres no angst @milswrites

anyways, enjoy!

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The day court was beautiful.

That was all Y/n could think of as a sentry led her towards Helion's private receiving chambers, all other adjectives having flown out of her head the moment Azriel had dropped her on the border of Day court, from where she'd winnowed herself to the palace.

The white houses, the red and gold roofs, the sunlight shining from above and reflecting from pools of water and the Palace right in the center of it all, the colourful market in the town square...

It was safe to say Y/n was ready to move to Day court, already having forgotten that she was here on a mission from Rhysand.

She was ready, bags packed, no questions asked.

So busy was she gaping at the beautiful architecture of the palace, the artwork reigning her in like some trick of hypnotism, she didn't realise the sentry had come to a stop outside two large oak doors.

Unfortunately, that meant she smacked right into his back before she realised.

Her cheeks blazing, Y/n stumbled back as she glanced up at the male, who had an amused smile on his face.

"I merely stumbled. My dress is a little long."

He nodded. "Never said you did not stumble. I believe it must be hard to walk around in your too long knee length dress."

Blood rushed into Y/n's ears as she looked down at the dress that... only reached her knees, realising he was right.

Fuck.

She cleared her throat, standing at attention, avoiding his eyes.

From her peripherals, she could see him grinning as he knocked on the door, waiting until a voice called out to let them in.

The male opened the door, holding it open for Y/n. She hurried in, resisting the urge to just die as he closed the door behind her.

So much for making a good first impression.

Y/n shook her head, trying to dislodge the lump now forming in her throat at the upcoming conversation.

Being an introvert and shy was a hard job, one Y/n was very good at.

But being introverted and shy while being an emissary? Now that was the job of someone that Y/n would consider god.

And exactly why Y/n had been so against the idea of her becoming an emissary when Rhysand suggested it, knowing she would rather live a life alone in the middle of nowhere and probably become the next Weaver than become an emissary.

Alas, she was the only researcher Rhysand had at his disposal, so now she had been sent to read through as many libraries and books in day court as possible to aid in Feyre's second pregnancy.

It hadn't been confirmed yet whether the babe was winged, but Rhysand and the inner circle thought it best to start researching in advance just in case the babe did have wings and to prevent the second pregnancy ending up the same way the first did, and this time with no one to save them.

"Y/n! Always a pleasure to see you!" Y/n met the warm honey eyes that belonged to Helion, a smile spreading on her face unprompted.

"Helion." She greeted, walking forward and directly into his open and inviting arms, squeezing him back when he wrapped his arms around her.

"I hope the journey was not too hard?"

Y/n laughed, pulling away. "All I had to do was winnow, Helion, why would it be hard?"

Helion grinned, then turned to glance at something behind him.

With horror, Y/n realised that it was not something, it was someone.

Her panicked eyes shot to Helion, remembering that Rhys said Y/n wouldn't have to interact with anyone other than the day court high lord.

"Ah Y/n, meet my son, Lucien. Though I'm sure you've met before."

Y/n swallowed, then let her eyes wander to Lucien. Which, definitely not a good idea, considering Y/n was suddenly drooling and looking away like he had burned her eyes.

She had only looked at him for a moment, but that moment was enough for Y/n to have taken note of how ravishing he looked.

Ravishing?!? Get a grip Y/n.

Y/n attempted to calm her racing heartbeat by taking deep breaths, trying not to think of all the golden skin on display that was not covered by the white robe, the gold crown adorning the head of fiery red.

Trying especially hard not to think about the way his skin glowed with happiness and the beautiful, flirtatious smile adorning those plush, soft lips.

"We- we have met before."

"That's amazing! So if introductions are not needed, I'll take my leave."

Y/n knew her eyes were bulging out of her head at this point, but she did not really care as she gaped at Helion's retreating back. She continued to stare until he reached the doors, then turned to wink at her like he was in on a secret she was not.

Bastard.

Y/n, not knowing what to do, glanced at Lucien, who, in the perfect son-of-bastard way, sent her a cocky grin.

Y/n glared at him at that, pretending like the blush on her face was because of anger and not because she was shy.

"I don't know if Rhys informed you, but I will be helping you out today with the research."

Y/n's eyes widened, staring at him like he'd claimed to have met the Mother herself.

Which, Y/n would have been less surprised to hear, but that was the talk for another day.

"I- no one told me."

Lucien shrugged, that infuriating smile still on his face. "It came up last moment when my father had to leave to handle some important matters."

Y/n nodded sadly, mentally encouraging herself that she could do this.

With a sigh, she gestured at him. "Lead the way."

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"Are you hungry yet?"

Y/n reigned in her sigh of exasperation.

For the past hour, Lucien had been hovering around Y/n, bothering her with stupid questions and trying to get her to go somewhere else. Where, Y/n could not for the life of her figure out.

She glanced up at him, finding his arms crossed over his chest, a careless grin on his face as he leaned against the desk she sat at.

She also noticed how he stood a little too close to just be acting like a caring host, but she ignored it, just like she ignored the bulging, mouth watering muscles in his arms.

"I am sorry Lucien, but my stomach does not consider me worthy of food at the moment. I will let you know once it decides I deserve to eat."

He laughed at that, his head thrown back, his chest vibrating with how genuine the sound was.

Y/n's eyes dropped to the strong column of his throat, his Adam's apple bobbing as he glanced back down to her, grinning. Y/n noticed the dimple that made an appearance in his cheeks, but she pretended she was still mad at his constant nagging and turned back to the thick bound tomes she had open in front of her.

Y/n got a moment of reprieve before he drew her attention again.

But this time he did not ask her if she was hungry or if she was thirsty.

No, he pushed off from the table, and Y/n watched him from the corner of her eyes as he walked to the back of her chair.

She was curious, of course she was, but also glad that he would let her do her studies.

Also sad that he was leaving, but no one needed to know that.

But suddenly, two arms were caging her in against the table, and Y/n startled at the sudden heat of being caged against the wood by someone who quite literally had the heat of autumn court fire in his blood and the warmth of day court sun in his blood.

"What are you doing?!" Y/n yelped, trying to keep quiet in the library.

His breath tickled the hair at the side of her neck as he leaned in.

"I am just wanting to inquire when your stomach will deem you worthy of eating."

"Oh my god." Y/n mumbled, her blood tinting her face red. "Stop it Lucien!"

"Not until you tell me you will go out to eat with me. Tell me, will giving you the sun in a bowl convince you?"

Y/n only kept getting redder in the face, and to try to cover it up, she slapped her hands over her face.

He tsked. "That sounded like it hurt."

Y/n paused for a moment, then mumbled out- "It did."

He laughed again, and something about having him so close to her, so free and vulnerable did things to Y/n. She spread her fingers, peeking out to find his eyes closed, his teeth glinting softly in the sunlight streaming in through the stained glass windows.

She stared at him, slowly letting her hands fall into her lap, not realising she was staring.

Or maybe not caring.

His laughter slowly died down, the sound still ringing softly in Y/n's ears until it faded away.

He met her eyes, happier than Y/n had ever seen, and gave her a soft smile.

"So?"

Y/n sighed, the sound so exaggerated she would have laughed any other time.

"Fine."

For good measure, Y/n rolled her eyes at him before she turned back to the dusty tomes sitting on the rich wood desk.

She could practically feel his grin as he dipped closer, planting a kiss on her cheek.

Y/n's eyes flew wide, turning to gape at him as he straightened.

"So, a bowl of sunlight. In the receiving room before sunset?"

Y/n choked out an okay.

The bastard had the audacity to wink at her as he turned and strutted away, his careless demeanour already enchanting Y/n's malfunctioning brain.

She watched his retreating back until she couldn't anymore, then straightened to stare at the words that now made no sense to Y/n because she was so busy trying not to think about the plans she now had for the evening.

Did he just...

Y/n blinked, glancing once to the archway he'd just disappeared into.

Did he just ask me out on a date?

Y/n shook her head.

No, it was just not possible.

Lucien? Asking Y/n out on date?

Y/n wanted to laugh at herself for even thinking that. Lucien would never...

Fuck.

Despite herself, Y/n began to smile, and hope.

What have I gotten myself into?

It was going to be hurting her brain to think so much about it, but she couldn't care less about it.

Still smiling, Y/n returned to her work, now trying to stop focusing on him and start doing the thing she was actually here for.

It's going to be a long day.

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intothemultifandom · 1 year

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– 𝐈𝐍 𝐀 𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐎𝐅 𝐒𝐄𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐃𝐒 || 𝐠𝐲𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐠-𝐬𝐮

SUMMARY: In a matter of seconds, [Y/N] is infected protecting Gyeong-su, he is reminded of their 100 day celebration, and his heart is irreparably broken when you are forced to say goodbye. PAIRINGS: han gyeong-su x genderneutral!reader TAGS/WARNINGS: established!relationship ; character death ; swearing, angst + more

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IT HAPPENS IN A MATTER OF SECONDS, so sudden Gyeong-su can hear nothing but the sound of his own blood rushing through his ears as you stagger away from Na-yeong, eyes wide in disbelief.

The shock and horror of what she'd just done had ended the cacophony of mania, everyone standing shock-still by the revelation that Lee Na-yeong had intentionally infected you right before them.

"Na-yeon, what have you done?" Miss Park asks quietly, eyeing the frantic girl warily as Su-hyeok and Nam-ra step away from her, the formers' hands clenched at his sides.

Your hand is still bleeding from where she'd dug her nails into the skin, your blood intermingling with the blood she'd swiped at you with her dirty fucking handkerchief and On-jo lets out a soft cry when a drop of red trickles from your nose.

"If you're so sure he's not infected, you can die with him", Na-yeon had cried, moving too fast before anyone could react.

"[Y/N], c-come here, you need to sit down," Gyeong-su manages to say through the tightness in this throat, breaking away from Cheong-san's side to stagger towards you.

"We need to get you a tissue," he continues, almost in a daze.

We need to stop the bleeding. Put them in the recording booth. They're not gone yet. We can still–

Before he can reach for your hands however, you step away from him, pressing yourself against the door as you shake your head firmly at him.

There are tears gathering in the corner of your eyes, and your face flickers with a multitude of emotions before your features grow ladden with grim resignation.

"–Stop," you say roughly, and Gyeong-su just knows that you've made your decision.

Now that you've been infected, you're going to walk out the door, determined not to stay long enough for him to convince you otherwise.

Because doing so would only hurt everyone more in the end, and the last thing you'd want is for them to see you turn.

(I-sak's blood is still on On-jo's collar.)

For the first time since he met you, your boyfriend wishes you were selfish enough to stay, selfish enough to fight everyone to stay by his side the same way he would if the roles were reversed, but it's you.

[First name] [Last name].

Always doing the right thing, even when it hurts. Even when he doesn't want you to.

Because you and Gyeong-su both know he won't ask you to leave, and you're stronger than he'd like to give you credit for when you make no move towards him.

"Han, please just stay there...I don't want to hurt you," you say quietly, unflinching when he shakes his head with a scoff that sounds too much like denial. "I need to leave."

"N-no you wouldn't," he insists, mouth trembling as his chest gives way to a choked cry. "Please [Y/N], get away from the door. Let me help...please just move away from the door..."

The wounded sound he makes makes Ji-min and Hyo-ryung flinch on the other side of the room, hands held firmly between them. A sentiment shared by even the more quiet ones of the group.

The truth is, they've all lost people today–teachers, classmates, friends–but none have lost someone they cared for this way, to something as preventable as a contaminated handkerchief and the paranoia of a crazed girl.

More blood drips down your nose in quick succession then, and while it is the final nail in the coffin for everyone in the room and settles your resolve, Gyeong-su doesn't want you to go.

Not like this. Not after everything you've been through and not after you were infected protecting him from your traitorous classmate.

[Y/N], how can you be so calm? He wants to shake you. Why aren't you mad?

"Cheong-san, y-you need to get my bag...there's a box with butterflies on it in there..." Though you've addressed Cheong-san, you keep your eyes locked on your boyfriend, committing every plane and edge to memory as you tell your friend what to do.

For a moment, Gyeong-su has no idea why you're telling Cheong-san about your bag, about this small box with butterfly designs before the memory comes unbidden:

It was your 100 day anniversary, and Han had saved enough of his weekly allowance to take you out on a date after school. While most boys his age would aim to take their partner to a nice restaurant and shower them with even nicer jewellery, he could do only so much with what little money he had. Fortunately, while most people would've raised their brows at dining at a chicken restaurant (in his humble opinion, nothing could beat the exquisite taste of Cheong-san's family restaurant) and then being cart off to an Arcade to blow off the rest of their money, you were unlike most people. In fact, when Han had won you a back of Butterfly-themed plasters instead of the cute [favourite cartoon] phone charm at one of the claw machines, you had only laughed fondly as you placed your hands in his. Grinning as his cheeks grew flushed. "Hey Han Gyeong-su, don't be too serious," you teased gently, bumping his shoulder as you held the box of bandages. "I think these bandages are way better. Plus, I'll keep it in my bag in case I ever need it." Before he could apologise again, flustered by your earnest words, you tilted your head, brushing your lips against his as his flush deepened.

It's a nice memory, one of the more simpler ones, and Gyeong-su is sure you remember that day, too, because your breath catches as you move your hand to the door handle.

"It's a pack of bandages, Cheong-san. You need to cover Han's scratch, and keep him away from Na-yeong. He isn't infected, but he needs to keep his scratch covered. Please use it for the others, too."

There's a raspy quality to your voice now, more urgent now that there's black veins blooming from your injuries.

If he weren't so madly in-love with you, Gyeong-su would assume that your calm and poise was unnatural for someone on the verge of turning.

But you've always held a quiet strength to you, and this display of extreme will is only a testament to your character. He's glad the others seem to realise it too because no one makes a move to accost you, trusting you enough to know what you need to do.

Still, the finality in your plea seems to seep through the cracks in his heart, because this time he launches himself towards you more frantically than before, stopping only when Cheong-san wraps himself around his waist, holding him back from moving any closer.

"[Y/N] please, you don't have to do this! [Y/N]! [Y/N]! Cheong-san, let me go! LET ME GO!"

Desperate, your boyfriend bucks wildly in Cheong-san's arms, begging to be let go and cursing his long-time friend all in one breath as he punches uselessly at his chest.

Cheong-san has always been surprisingly strong, but when Dae-su and Su-hyeok join him–there's no way for Gyeong-san to reach you, no matter how much he tries.

"Han Gyeong-su," you rasp, your voice cutting through the loudness and chaos.

Saying his full name is enough to make Gyeong-su pause, gives you enough time to say what you've wanted to say to him since this whole mess started. "Thank-you for our time together. I...have loved every second being your partner."

For the first time since you locked eyes on him–hand frozen as he holds it out to you, one last attempt to reach you–you move your gaze around the whole room, hoping that as your eyes meet theirs, your classmates know there is no blame from you, or anger.

You do not look at Na-yeon, or Miss Park.

There is only sincere hope that they all make it out, and gratitude for everything they've done for you until now.

Wiping the tears that have fallen with your uninjured hand, you scrub at your face before nodding to yourself, turning to the door before you finally pull it open.

"Thank you for everything, guys. Please make it out of here. Really. And please take care of Gyeong-su for me..."

Behind you, Gyeong-su's anguished screams grow louder as you step out into the Zombie-infested hallway, the door sliding close with a soft click behind you.

Though it doesn't beat the sound he makes when he hears the first of your bones breaking from beyond the classroom door.

#all of us are dead #all of us are dead x reader #aouad x reader #aouad imagines #aouad angst #han gyeong su #han gyeong su x reader #gyeong su x reader #gyeong su imagine #all of us are dead one shot #gender neautral reader #all of us are dead hyoeng su #aouad hyeong su #intothemultifandom

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fetchen · 2 months

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i think uh gretchen and karen are gay and in love so here’s some of my headcanons about it :3

<3-before they got together, karen was incredibly clingy with gretchen and gretchen only (as i mentioned before, karen is just a very touchy person but gravitated toward gretchen)

<3-karen heard gretchen when she was singing “what’s wrong with me?” and went on a very long and heartfelt rant about how there’s nothing wrong with her

<3-that’s when gretch realised she had feelings for her best friend c:

<3-they literally share everything like if gretchen gets a coffee half of it will be drank by karen

<3-karen loses her things a lot so gretchen’s come to have extras always

<3-they make collaborative spotify playlists :3

<3-they’re always clinging to each other during sleepovers at regina’s and regina is a really big hater about it

<3-they had their first kiss after cady’s party

<3-gretchen was so upset about jason and karen was there for her the whole time

<3- “i dunno why you like him so much. you’re like…really nice and smart and pretty. but he’s so…not nice to you.” among other compliments

<3-gretchen could not believe that karen really felt that way about her

<3-she kinda just stared at karen for a few seconds

<3-they made out very passionately after that (gretchen kissed karen first even though she was terrified to)

<3-it took gretchen like a day after that to tell karen she actually liked her

<3-they were each other’s dates to the spring fling c: they weren’t official yet at that point

<3-when they started dating, karen asked gretchen, “does this make you or me the boyfriend?”

<3-gretchen calls karen “mama”, “(mi) amor”, or “kare-bear” if she’s feeling particularly corny and karen calls gretchen “gretch” always

<3-they have movie nights with regina, cady, aaron, janis, and damian and whenever someone picks a horror movie karen gets scared so easily that she just huddles up to gretchen the whole time

<3-gretchen absolutely loves karen’s big brown eyes like there might actually be nothing she loves more in the whole world

<3-karen loves biting gretchen like not in a sexual way she just thinks gretchen looks so edible she will bite her very softly all the time

<3-gretchen will absentmindedly do that thing with her thumb when she and karen are holding hands and it kinda drives karen crazy

<3-they do that cheesy couple thing where they rest their foreheads together like they’re about to kiss and everyone else hates it (affectionately)

<3-karen had feelings for gretchen for a while and made it painfully obvious but just never said anything

<3-gretchen is a lesbian (i’m kinda projecting with this one) jason was just her comphet fr

<3-karen is pan (this is semi canon/confirmed by avantika)

<3-gretchen has insomnia and often calls karen in the middle of the night just to hear her voice

<3-gretchen sometimes has panic attacks and karen is the only person who knows exactly how to calm her down

<3-gretchen picks at her cuticles and karen brings her colourful bandaids and holds her hands to prevent her from doing so

<3-gretchen gets quite jealous easily,, mostly due to being a very anxious and insecure person

okay . i’m done thank u for coming to my ted talk ^w^ (i have more please ask me about them if you want)

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lildoodlenoodle · 9 months

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One of the biggest problems and red flags about the whole spider society was having kids be workers for them.

Now I’m not saying the spider society shouldn’t have contacted the younger spiders or even work with them! But the spider society should function as more of a support group and emergency backup type situation for the younger spiders.

There was no reason for Margo, someone who is implied to be like Miles’s age, someone who can’t even drive, to be running an integral part of the society and how they are keeping the multiverse intact. She not only ran it, but if it malfunctioned it was clearly her job and responsibility to fix. When the machine ‘breaks’ and functions while, as far as she’s aware, no one’s in it she’s panicking, even though there would be no real consequences if she just let it run. There was no reason for Gwen, a 16 yr old, to be running around the multiverse alone going on high stakes solo missions(and that’s not even getting into the whole homeless thing). We don’t know yet what Peni’s role is but we have to assume it’s similar in nature and responsibility. That is insane.

Pav is the only one who seems to have a healthy relationship with the society, because he’s not really in it! He doesn’t know the indoctrination canon events yet, we don’t see him going off on solo missions, he gets backup when he needs it and that seems to be it.

For the kids that do know the canon events theory(Margo, Peni, Gwen) I cannot even imagine what must be going through their heads. Who else from their worlds has to die. For Peni, is her last living relative, Uncle Ben, the next person for her to lose? If Gwen returns to her world how long will it take for her dad to die? What other traumatic events have Miguel’s theory dictated will happen to them next? What horrors do they know will happen to them and their loved ones that they aren’t allowed to prevent? Is Gwen destined to die young because she’s the only Gwen we see Alive? And Gwen and Hobie, Pav’s friends, do they know that Gayatri and her dad are both destined to die? Like the mental gymnastics these kids have to go through and the mental torment that goes with it.

And then on top of it, to threaten said teenagers, who you have working for you, with being kicked out and being isolated from the people that are like and understand them is really fucked up. Especially if the threatening is because they are acting like teenagers and not soldiers. If Gwen is sent home, not only is her life put in danger but so is her father’s and they all know it. That is some culty level gaslighting and even grooming. Margo and Peni both are implied to not have good home lives either. The more you think about it the worse it gets honestly, because what goes along with this is we never see any of the adult spiders say anything about this.

Miguel and Jess both saw Gwen’s father, a grown man, try to arrest his daughter with a gun pointed at her. They save her, Jess takes her under wing(and whether they meant to or not) effectively become her guardians. They monitor her with what could essentially be a baby monitor/tracking device. They can control where she can and cannot go. And while understandable to not give a teen access to the entire multiverse they were very much giving her the adult responsibilities of protecting it.

When she does screw up, because she is a child who wants to see her friend, Jessica very flippantly references Miguel sending her home, making me think this is not the first time they’ve had that conversation, which is so worrying. And then they eventually do. They knew exactly what situation they were sending her into and not only did the entire society watch Miguel do it with little protest but didn’t even mention it afterwards. Even if Gwen was a threat they had other options, rather than sending her home, where she could still be safe.

There’s also a lot to say about how Jessica, Peter B., and Miguel handled Miles that speaks more to this pattern of behavior but that’s another post.

In the comics the ‘Spider Society’ got away with this sort of stuff, even having an actual infant just chilling with the group, because the spiders were being hunted. They couldn’t go home or leave the safe space dimension because it wasn’t safe. In the movie that is very much not the case. WHY WERE TEENAGERS WORKING FOR THE SOCIETY!?

#Peter b. Jessica and Miguel that is very weird of you #I feel like I could talk about Gwen’s situation specifically for a long ass time(cause we know the most about her)bc it rlly is nuts #like as an adult WHY WOULD YOU DO THAT #literally not just having her work for you but then constantly THREATEN her with essentially homelessness and a very unsafe situation is #CRAZYYYYY #like it’s even implied Margo doesn’t have a great home life either #YOU ARE TAKING ADVANTAGE OF KIDS #it’s literally grooming and it makes me so mad that not enough people recognize it for what it is #Jessica specifically I wanna know more about cause she’s the only where my mind could b changed cause we simply don’t know enough about her #THE OSHA AND CHILD LABOR LAWS MIGUEL IS VIOLATING #Gwen Stacy #Margo kess #miguel ohara #Peter b. Parker #pavitr prabhakar #Hobie brown #miles morales #ghost spider #spider byte #Spider-Man 99 #Jessica drew #spiderwoman #spider society #ATSV #across the spiderverse #spiderman india #tw grooming #tw gun

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bleedingichorhearts · 18 days

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'It would be fun' she said

'It would be great' she said.

Yet, nothing about a horny, raving party was fun, at least not to me. I didn't find the satisfaction of being surrounded by sweating bodies, shoving shoulders and getting grinded on by other people which Stacy tried to encourage from the cross the party to involve in such acts. Giving me a thumbs up before turning back to her man that she was hoping to get down with.

Rolling my eyes at her, I sipped on my overly spiked drink, avoiding wobbly and tripping legs that have no idea who they were to grind on.

I huffed, narrowly avoiding another set of pushing bodies on my way out of this disastrous party. If I was going to grind on someone so mindlessly it probably would be my own drink in my hand. This drink deserves it for burning my own throat better than how this party was dancing.

"Wait!" I heard Stacy call my name while I reluctantly stopped to see what kind of thing she would tell me now. To tell me how "good" this party really was.

"Please, do not leave just yet." She heaved, leaning over to clutch her thighs. Preventing her dark blue, glittery dress from sliding up more than it should, and to breathe. "Give this party a chance, yes?"

Taking another sip from my drink. I didn't answer her out right, she'll have to convince me a little more for me to stay for the entire duration that she would be here. I didn't plan on getting that drunk to not drive back home where I craved to be at right now.

"How about," she started, straightening up as she took a little device out of her pockets of her dress. "I give you this toy."

"A toy?" I scoffed, astounded by this random toy she had in her dress of her pocket. Was that thing even clean?

"Yes, this toy." She confirmed, switching the thing on and flipping it in her hands. "It's new, never used it. Just had it just in case."

"Just in case? For what? Why are you just carrying that around?" I asked. I knew Stacy was a wild thing, but not this wild!

She shrugged, turning it back off and tossed the tiny device at me as I unwillingly caught in my hand. "Maybe I needed something to kick things up a notch?"

"What am I supposed to do with this anyway?" I questioned, flipping the toy in my hand. It was way smaller in hand that it was by eye.

"It vibrates." Stacy simply said like it was the most normal thing to utter out in the public world.

So, she expects me to use this for myself pleasure? What kind of deal was that to get me to stay here with all these horny teens and young adults? Offering me toy that I won't use?

Oh, how the universe loved to change fate at random times.

Unexpectedly, a space marine came out of nowhere. Scaring the soul right out of me as I jumped. Clearly not expecting a Space Marine to be out here in all of the places they could have gone to. The small toy flying through the air towards the purple armor of the Space Marine and bouncing off his chestplate.

Me and Stacy could only watch with horror as the tiny toy slowly slide right between his armor plates near his hips. His form hunching over the next second.

Oh my god, did I accidently turn the stupid thing on too?

I looked quickly towards Stacy for help, but suddenly now she doesn't want to help me. Putting her hands up in surrender and backed away slowly, fading into the bouncing crowds of people.

I yelped when I felt the gauntlet of the Space Marine pulled me to him. His grip nearly crushing my arm, tightening then lighting up again.

"Vous. (You.)" The Marine spoke in a language I didn't understand, but I sure as hell can hear that grace of growled French in there and that rose the hairs on my arm in a good way. "Vous, vous allez m'aider avec ça. (You, you will help me with this.)”

I don’t know what the f*ck he said and I was very tempted to book it out of here, leave him to wither, but I know that tone was either a threat or a promise, maybe both?

“Wait, wait, wait-” I rambled, trying to pull away from the withering Astartes while he managed to get back up on his two feet. His gauntlet still on my arm pulling me closer to him as he threw me over his pauldron, a squeak leaving me.

“Calme-toi, petite rose.(Calm down, little rose.)” The Astartes’ rumbles, briefly stopping on his way of kidnapping me. “Je ne mordrai pas... beaucoup.(I won’t bite… much.)”

“I don’t know what the f*ck you are saying. I just hope you are not kidnapping me.” I say out loud, sitting myself up on his shoulder as some people cheer out at my predicament.

“Merde? Oui.(F*ck? Yes.)” The purple Astartes responds, rounding a corner and towards an exit “Enlèvement? Peut-être. (Kidnapping? Maybe.)”

“Please, speak some form of English.” I groan, wiggling in his hold.

“Oh, mais tu aimes la petite rose. (Oh, but you like it little rose.)” The Astartes purrs. His helmet pressing up against my leg, squeezing my thigh a little tighter, getting another squeak. “Je peux le sentir.(I can smell it.)”

“Listen, I’ll make you a much better deal than what my friend Stacy offered me.” I huffed, tracing his insignia of the ‘Emperors children’ on his pauldron as we made it outside of the building and into the cold night.

I mean, what else was I supposed to do? “Escape?”

I little ‘huh’ left me as he placed me down on the sidewalk. Not even considering that he would hear me out or even know my language for that matter, but so far so good.

“Qu'avez-vous à offrir? (What do you have to offer?)” He voices, gesturing with his gauntlet.

“I take that toy out of your armor and…” I trailed not thinking I would get this far with an Astartes.

“J'ai l'air de te mettre à la clame. (I get to claim you.)” He “suggests” tilting his head for more effect.

“Yes, that. Whatever that means.” I say, mumbling that last part and coming forward to inspect his armor more.

Yet, he picks me up bridal-style instead??? Did he want to do it in a more disclosed place, but he was just shaking seconds ago?

“Une rose si douce. (Such a sweet rose.)” The Astartes purrs, nuzzling the top of my head as I blinked.

What the hell did I get myself into?

To answer that quickly, I got myself into his f*cking nest. His nest! Quite literally!

At first, I was very reluctant with doing sexual acts with the Astartes. I didn’t even know him! I met him by just dropping a toy in his armor, accidentally.

Now he thinks i’m his mate or something? It’s clearly he wants to do. Purring, cooing, and whispering in my ear with that French of his. His hands tracing and tugging at my clothing. A little impatient, but never pushed it.

Honestly, if it wasn’t for his French and pretty looks he wouldn’t be eating me out like I was his last meal or would have his c*ck so far up in my core, touching spots I didn’t know I had before, that I was seeing the next world over.

“Ambrosius.” He suddenly rumbles, not stopping his pace as his hands squish, and thumb my naked waist. The smoothness of him astonishing my lust clouded mind.

“W-What?” I managed to huff out between my moans. Confused at the sudden change of accent. Trying to stay on this world to hear him.

“Je veux que tu le pleures. (I want you to cry it.)” He croons, thrusting up in my core. Hitting that deep, sweet spot inside of me as I cried out. “Pleure mon nom. (Cry my name.)”

Was it something he wanted me to know?

“Pleure-le! (Cry it!)” He roars, abusing that spot over and over again.

“F*ck! Ambrosius!” I cry out, tears rolling down my cheeks. My hands desperately wanting to grab at him, but I settled on the nesting material underneath. The softness of it dragging me in as I brought some up to nuzzle it.

The Astartes purrs loudly, leaning over me and snapping his hips against mine at a much quicker pace. Huffs escaping his lips, painting my skin with heat as his teeth nibbled the side of my neck. His tongue catching my pleasure filled tears.

“A-Ambrosius!” I whine, turning to look up at the Marine above me, feeling that knot tightening quickly, almost unexpectedly.

“Juste un moment de plus, petite rose. (Just a moment longer, little rose.)” He huffs quickly, his forehead coming down to press out against mine. “Juste un peu plus longtemps.(Just a little longer.)”

My back arches as my toes curl. My hands shooting out to pull the Astartes down to my lips, muffling his groan with my tongue. His c*ck twitching inside my gummy walls, staining them with his warm seed. No doubt leaking onto his nest.

“Oh, douce, douce rose. (Oh, sweet, sweet rose.)” He murmurs, moving his lips down my neck. My eyes going heavy with exhaustion. “Comme tu es belle comme ça. (How beautiful you are like this.)”

“Dors, petite rose. Je m'en occuperai. (Sleep, little rose. I’ll take care of it.)” He whispers, rolling his hips. His soft kisses lulling me to sleep.

Waking back up was a mission. I couldn’t simply get up and go. I had to test my legs like a toddler learning how to walk. I was surprised I didn’t wake up the Astartes in all my effort of regaining my nerves back into my legs.

Quietly putting my clothes back on. I made sure to check up on the nested Astartes every once in a while before finding something that remotely looks like some paper and wrote on it with a quill and ink that I found on a old desk.

‘Hope that sealed the deal, sleep well Ambrosius.’ I simply put wrote the note and left his nest from what I vaguely remember of coming from. I had to find out if Stacy was alright before I got d*cked down by the Astartes.

When Ambrosius woke up himself, he expected his petite rose to still be in his nest, but all she left was a faint scent of her presence and a f*cking note.

Him being pissed was an understatement.

#warhammer 40k #space marine husbandry sentience #fanfiction #x reader #reader insert #space marine #space marine x reader #adeptus astartes #adeptus astartes x reader #oc: ambrosius #emperors children #tw: smut #step one on acquiring a mate #tease them with a toy lol #ha bros pissed

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anangelwhodidntfall · 1 year

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Taken: Dad!Quaritch

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word count: 2.2k

Request: how Quaritch react if reader was taken by the RDA again?

A/N: Can be read seperately or as a continuation of my other Dad!quaritch fics, also drew inspiration from this TikTok

Taglist: @uselessbutinteresting

You sat inside of the cell shaking as the tears streamed down your face, after the latest torture session that the RDA was determined to do in order to find out where your dad and Jake were, but you refused to give up anything on them. You sat there praying that your dad, Neteyam, or anyone knew that you were missing and was trying to find you but you also wondered if they knew and didn't care because you've been here almost a month still nothing.

"It's been almost a month general, surely if she was any interest to him or any of them, they would have attacked or tried to get her back by now." Lyle said to General Frances.

"That's an interesting thought but let's not give up hope yet, from what I saw during the time she was his prisoner, she's his weak spot." She said sipping her coffee as she watched you in your cell.

Meanwhile, Quaritch had been restless and angry since you had been kidnapped feeling like it was his fault and poor Neteyam blamed himself for not being there to prevent you from getting kidnapped you but none of them thought the RDA was still around. The first few hours they thought you had gotten lost, but then when someone came forward with your necklace and said they saw you with someone like Lyle being lifted into a plane, it was like their worst fear came alive. So for the past month, they had been coming up with a plan on how to get you back without anyone getting hurt.

"We found the base." Lo'ak said as him and Neteyam came back from scouting.

"Did you see her?" Neytiri asked Neteyam noticing how quiet he was.

"Yeah she didn't look good....they had tied her up to some machine...she looked so weak." He said struggling to keep it together.

"The memory machine, they hooked me up to that when I was taken. It makes you really weak every time they use it on you." Spider said as everyone looked at him.

"Memory machine? What does it do?" Jake asked him.

"Basically pulls up every memory you have and play it on a screen like a movie, probably trying to find you or dad. Did you see what was on the screen by chance?" He asked them.

"Her's looked blank for some reason." Neteyam said.

"She's blocking them from getting inside her head. Grandmother had been teaching her that but we didn't think she could do it." Kiri said as everyone smiled at how strong you were.

The RDA only gave you enough food and water to keep you from dying every time they used the machine on you. You were slowly giving up hope that someone was coming to save you until you heard the alarms go off making you perk up with curiosity until you saw your dad making you smile as he did come to save you after all. The second the door was open, you ran into his arms grateful for him at this moment.

"It's okay, I'm here now. I'm sorry it took so long, we were trying to figure out the best plan to rescue you without anyone getting hurt." He said squeezing you as you looked at him.

"We?" You asked confused.

"Yeah, the Sullys are here helping with your boyfriend and brother in the sky as scouts. So let's get out of here."He said making you smile at the thought that your second family came to help rescue you.

Normally hating when your dad carried you, you figured it would be easier if he did so you didn't have to try and keep with his giant self. Everyone had made it out of the lab and everyone was hugging you grateful that you were alive and whatnot, Neteyam hadn't left your side since you gotten out and you two were headed to his Ikran so you could help home when a shot rang out making everyone freeze. Neteyam looked at you in horror as you stumbled forward into his arms as Jake and Quaritch ran over to you.

"Dad! We have to help her!" Neteyam said panicking as he held you in his arms.

"The lab! They might have an avatar for her, but we have to get her there fast." Jake said as he tried to stop bleeding enough to get you there and to do the transfer.

"Give her to me!" Your dad said taking you in his arms as he climbed onto his Ikran and headed to the lab as everyone followed.

"Daddy?" You asked him making the tears fall down his face.

"It's going to be okay baby, I promise." He said placing a kiss on your forehead.

A few minutes later they landed at the lab, and Quaritch jumped off and ran inside with you in his arms to find Norm in hopes that he could do the transfer as Neteyam and everyone followed behind worriedly.

"Please tell me you can do it! I can't afford to lose her, I just got her back." Quaritch said as the tears fell down her face.

"I can try but there's no guarantee, say your final words to her human form and comfort her as I get it set up." He said as he began setting everything up.

"It's going to be okay sweetheart, I promise. When you wake up you are gonna feel brand new. I love you and I'm sorry for not being here for so long." He said brushing a hand through your hair.

"It's alright, you may annoy me 90% of the time, but I still love you. If something goes wrong, promise me you won't go back to your old ways and you'll take care of Spider?" You asked him.

"I will baby, I promise. Now Neteyam wants to talk to you real quick." He said as he and Neteyam switched sides.

"Ney is that you?" You asked as you felt yourself get sleepier.

"Yeah it's me, baby, I'm sorry. This is all my fault." He said as the tears slide down his face.

"Ney it's not your fault....it's never your fault....you've made me so happy the past 19 years, you know?" You said making him smile.

"I know because I feel the same way....I love you baby. I promise to be here when you wake up." He said pressing a kiss to your forehead.

"I love you too Ney, if something goes wrong...Take care of Lo'ak and Spider, they may be knuckleheads but they mean well, that goes for you too Jake." You said making Jake laugh as Norm came over to let you know that it was time.

The last thing you remember was seeing norm put a mask over your face before everything went black. Your dad stayed by your side the whole time, while they waited for you to wake or reject the process, and Neteyam stayed as long as he could talking to you every day. Everyone would come in each day and talk to you in hopes you wake up, and without you there it put a damper on everyone's mood.

You slowly started waking up and allowing your eyes to get adjusted to the bright lights of the lab, you looked over and saw your dad sound asleep next to you with his hand laced with yours, so you squeezed his hand but nothing. You slowly sat up there not to disturb him, and that's when you noticed you were blue. Did this mean you weren't human anymore?

"Hey kid, how are you feeling?" Norm asked walking over to you.

"Good but a little confused. Did I?" You asked him.

"Yeah while getting rescued, you were shot through the chest by Lyle who in turned killed, and your only way of surviving was to do the transfer, so now you are no longer human but Na'vi like your dad and Jake." He said as you smiled.

"Really?" You asked shocked as Norm showed you your reflection in a mirror and a smile spread across your face.

"Thank you, Norm." You said hugging him as you heard movement from where your dad sat as he looked at you a few times before a smile spread on his face.

"Hi, dad." You said as he made over to you, so he could hug you.

"Hey sweetheart, how are you feeling?" He asked you.

"I feel great, but you look like shit no offense." You said making him laugh as the lab door opened.

"Glad to see you are still the same y/n." He said as he ruffled your hair

"Y/N! Your awake!" Tuk said running over to you and asking you to pick her up as Lo'ak and Spider made their way into the lab.

"Y/n finally! You don't know how boring it's been with you." Lo'ak said hugging you.

"Glad your back twin, although we really don't look like twins anymore." Spider said to you as you two did your handshake.

"Maybe one day again, we will." You said to him as you looked for Neteyam.

"Older brother duties, though dad may let him go, once I tell him the news." Lo'ak said before pressing his necklace.

"Hey dad, can you tell lover boy that his mate is awake and asking for him?" Lo'ak said as you heard Jake scold him for messing with him.

"It's true Jake, I'm awake." You said as you heard radio silence on the other end.

"Uh-oh, I think you killed dad." Lo'ak said as you guys laughed knowing it was true as Jake saw you as one of his kids.

A few minutes later, you saw Jake and Neytiri walk through the door and make their way over to you as Neytiri wrapped you up in a hug as Jake joined as well. They both considered you their child and when you got hurt they had been worried sick especially Jake that the transfer wouldn't go through. While you were hugging them, you saw Neteyam enter the lab.

"Alright everyone, let's give them some space." Jake said as the kids started filling out.

"You two Quaritch." Neytiri said as he reluctantly got up and left you making you laugh at his antics.

"So what do you think? I think blue is my color. " You said to him as he laced your hands with his.

"It is. I'm so glad you are alive, you don't know how many days I have come here and sat with you praying that you wake, talking to you. I missed you so much, baby." He said placing a kiss on your lips.

"I missed you two. I know I heard you a few times, it was very frustrating not being able to talk to you back." You said to him making him laugh.

"Now you can talk to me all you want, and now we can do even more stuff together. but most of all I'm glad your here." He said wrapping his arms around you as you rest your head on his chest.

"I'm glad I'm here too." You said with a smile on your face.

#dad!quaritch #dad!quaritch x daughter!reader #neteyam x reader #jake sully #miles socorro #miles spider socorro #avatar way of water x reader

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xxchumanixx · 8 months

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Please don't leave me alone

Kakashi Hatake x reader

Warnings: character death, angst, hurt, fluff in the end

As I lay dying, taking my last breath, I inhale the fading scent of your love one last time.

Authors note: It's been a while. Now I'm back yeeaah. Let me tell you, it was so hard uploading this, because tumblr just wouldn't let me do it. Idk what happened, but now it's here!

Word count: 1.500

A gasp left your mouth, the blade causing a cold, sick feeling to surge through your body. Your hand clasped at your stomach, blood painting it red.

It was impulsive and selfish, yet you couldn't help it. You made a decision in the fraction of a second, your good education paying off.

Kakashi’s eyes widened, as the world suddenly seemed to stand still.

“Y/N!” your name left his mouth, as his hands caught you, preventing you from falling to your knees. “What have you done?”

A bitter smile curled your already pale lips, as your eyes met his. “Well...” you mumbled, coughing as the blood slowly found its way into your lungs. “I couldn’t let him get you.”

He sank to his knees, bringing you down with him. His arms encircled you, holding you tight. “No, no, no...” you heard him say, his sharingan turning in circles.

It was true – you couldn’t let the enemy get him. Sure, there was a high chance he would have been able to still dodge the attack, but you couldn’t risk it.

You loved him too much, so you willingly sacrificed yourself for him.

You felt the blood oozing out of the wound, making you weaker the more time passed.

Someone caught the enemy, holding him down with a few others. You coughed again, relieved that it was finally over.

The horror in Kakashi’s eyes made a whole another cold feeling pass your body, though.

“Kakashi-” you mumbled, but he cut you off. “Sakura!” he screamed for the healer, his student. You saw a glob of pink hair shift, before hearing her. “Wait a second!” she told him, already healing someone else.

“Kakashi.” you started again, his eyes switching back to yours. “I must tell you something, before I go.” His eyes widened a fraction more, before he frantically shook his head, his silver hair flying with his every movement.

“No!” he said, his grip intensifying on you. “You are not going to die, you hear me? You’re not going to die, Y/N!”

Your lips curled at his words. There was a very high chance that you would die, but he refused to believe it. You shook your head, silently asking him to shut up and listen to you.

“No, Kakashi. Please, let me tell you.” you pleaded, coughing up some blood. If you didn’t tell him now, you never would. Who knew if you would even get another chance to do so?

His eye twitched, the red of his iris seeming to intensify. Your hand touched his cheek, and you felt just how cold you had already become.

You could see the tears in his eyes, causing your own to spill.

“Sakura!” he called out again, as he started to lose his cool. “One moment!” she called back, and you swore you heard him grit his teeth, as his head turned back to you, your hand still on his cheek.

“I wish to tell you, before I go.” you told him, nodding slightly. Swallowing as best as you could, you gathered all your courage. The world seemed to get darker by the second and your stomach turned. “I l-love you, Ka-Kakashi.” you confessed, smiling at him as best as you could, though it must have been just a mere grimace.

He gasped, as his body shook like he had been slapped in the face. That certainly wasn’t the reaction you had hoped for - but knew would happen.

His fist met the ground beside him, as he turned towards Sakura again – only to find her running towards you already. “I’m here!” she called out of breath, falling to her knees beside you.

Your fingers felt numb, sliding from his face and falling to your side. One of his hands found yours, gripping it like he thought it would prevent you from slipping through his grasp.

“It hurts.” you managed to get out, a sob leaving your lips. A tear spilled from Kakashi’s eye – something you had never seen before. “It's going to be okay, Y/N, I promise.” he told you, as Sakura began to work.

But it seemed to be too late, as you felt yourself drifting away.

“Goodbye, Kakashi.” you mumbled, as your eyes closed. You inhaled his scent one last time, hoping to be able to take it with you.

“No!” he exclaimed, panic making his voice shake. “Please, don’t leave me Y/N, please don’t leave me alone.”

But his words were swallowed by the thick fog of darkness engulfing you.

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Your eyes opened, getting blinded instantly, causing them to snap close again.

This wasn’t what you had expected, you felt too... alive.

Your eyebrows furrowed, thinking about what had happened. You died – at least that’s what you thought happened. But the soft sheets covering your body felt too soft, yet too heavy.

Not at all what you imagined the afterlife to feel like.

You tried to open your eyes again, slowly letting them get used to the light. Once they did, you inspected your surroundings. You were in a hospital, that much was sure.

Your eyes widened as you realised Kakashi was sitting beside your bed, his head held up by his hands. If he was asleep you couldn’t tell. But it made your heart rate pick up, indicating that you were indeed alive.

You swallowed, trying to get rid of the dryness in your mouth. You felt awful, remembering what caused you to end up here.

You had sacrificed yourself for Kakashi, someone you knew would never feel the same about you, yet you couldn't help it. It didn’t matter to you if he loved you, as long as he was by your side.

You sighed, moving your numb fingers to gain back your feelings.

Kakashi’s head shot up at the sudden sound, causing you to flinch at his speed. His eye widened, his sharingan long covered by his headband.

“Y/N.” his lips parted, letting your name slip past them hesitantly, before he scooted closer, coming to live. “You’re awake.” You could tell he was smiling, relieve filling his every being.

“I guess so.” you managed to get back, not sure how to feel. You confessed to him, believing that you were bound to die. Now, you were alive, feeling the heavy weight of your words lingering on your shoulders.

He gripped your hand, as his smile seemed to fade. “You shouldn’t have risked your live so carelessly, Y/N.” he scolded you and you flinched again. His voice suddenly seemed way too cold for him holding your hand so tightly, yet so delicately.

“We thought you wouldn’t make it. Sakura gave everything she had so you would make it to the hospital. Your actions were reckless and – and you scared me, Y/N. I thought I was going to lose you.” His voice got quieter at the end, a sigh leaving his lips.

“How long?” you wanted to know, biting your lip as anger and hurt bubbled up. “One week.” he gave back, not looking at you but at the covers.

You cleared your throat, ready to defend yourself. “I did what I had to do.” You spoke, swallowing. “The risk was too great. I couldn’t lose you-” “And I can’t lose you!” he angrily gave back, cutting you off.

His body quirked forward in his seat, as he lost his temper way too fast. This wasn’t like him at all. He had a temper like no other, something you used to admire all the time.

The silence that followed was heavy and uncomfortable.

He seemed to collect himself, his head hanging low.

“I’m sorry, Kakashi.” you mumbled, not wanting him to get frustrated again. “But it was the better option, and I would do it again, just to save your life. You are bound to become hokage someday, the best one Konoha will ever have. If you would have died – again - I wouldn't have been able to forgive myself for not saving you.”

Your heart squeezed at the painful memory, only learning of his death after he had been revived already. But it hurt, nonetheless.

His hand twitched, squeezing yours. It was a memory he didn’t like thinking of and seeing you that day, barely holding back from breaking his bones in a hug with tears in your eyes, made his heart break.

He hated himself for having failed that day.

“You remind me of Haku.” he quietly began, swallowing. “He died for his Mentor, Zabuza Momochi. He would have done everything for him, no matter the consequences. He loved him in his own ways, until the day they died together.”

You knew of them, heard the story of their fight. Yet it broke your heart.

��I want to die like this, too.” Kakashi confessed, finally looking back up. “It’s an honourable way to go, a peaceful one.”

You swallowed, not able to hold his gaze any longer, looking down at your entwined hands.

“But I’m not willing to let you go already, Y/N.”

You looked back up at his words, hearing how hard it was for him to get them out, his eye glossy. He chuckled to himself, a sign that he didn’t understand his own actions.

“When I held you in my arms, your life slowly slipping through my fingers, all I could think about was if I would see you again. And when you-” he cut himself off, sighing. “When you told me, that you loved me, something inside me broke, because I can’t, and I won’t imagine a world without you in it. Your snarky remarks, the way you never do what I tell you to do, and your laugh...” he quieted down, the smile that made his eye shine, fading.

Your heart melted at his words, not having expected them from him.

“You read too much icha-icha books.” you tried to lighten the mood, smiling to yourself. He would never admit it out loud, but you knew about his secret obsession with these books.

His head shot up at the mention of them, cheeks reddening. Chuckling quietly, you stroked his cheek. “I’m alive, aren’t I?” you said, hoping to lift his spirits a little.

“But at what price?” he gave back, shaking his head, eye narrowed at you. “You almost died just because of me. Tell me, how much is this worth?” “Everything.” you shot back without hesitation. “It’s worth everything because you are everything to me, Kakashi. I’d rather die than see a day without you. So, the choice was simple.”

He sighed, looking away after a few seconds. “I don’t understand it.” he quietly said, shaking his head at you. “I don't understand why you... love me.” The words seemed unfamiliar on his tongue; it didn’t feel right to him.

“That’s quite simple, too, actually.” you explained, gripping his hand a little tighter. “You are special. You seem so reserved, yet I know how you are when we’re alone. You are strong, and you always give your everything, supporting your students like no other Sensei. You are who you are – and I love you for who you are.”

It was quiet for a while, as he gathered his thoughts. “I don’t deserve you.” he finally spoke up, not looking up, though. “Bullshit.” you denied, shaking your head even though he didn’t see it. “You deserve everything good, Kakashi.”

He swallowed, biting his cheek. You still didn’t know what he felt, but your hope flamed up.

“Do you really think so?” he wanted to know, seeming unsure of himself. His eye found yours, hope shining in it.

You smiled at him, his shyness making him even cuter. “Of course, I do.” you confirmed.

He scooted a little closer, looking down at you. “I love you, too.” he then confessed, trying the words on his tongue. “But I don’t know how this works.”

You laughed. He was such a dork.

His brows knitted and you smiled at him. “You are cute when you’re shy.” He huffed, and you ruffled his hair. He seemed to be exhausted from the past few days.

It got quiet again, the only sound being the clock on the wall.

“I never thought this would happen someday.” he spoke after a while.

Your eyebrows knitted together, not sure what he meant.

“After everything that I have done in my life, I never deemed myself worthy of love.” he started to explain, his fingers dancing over yours. “I still think so. But, after all, I think I deserve at least a little happiness. No matter how long it lasts.”

You smiled at him, relieved that he was willing to accept your love for him. Because even if he didn't believe it, he deserved the world.

#kakashi fluff #kakashi hatake #kakashi hatake x reader #kakashi sensei #kakashi x y/n #kakashi x you #naruto #naruto kakashi #naruto shippuden

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mellowsadistic · 2 years

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Jessie played with her toys, pouting. This was so stupid! She was a grown woman for goodness sake, yet here she was shuffling around her nursery wearing a nappy like some dumb baby.

She took a deep breath. It would be over soon, she told herself. One month, that was how long her boyfriend had to diaper train her. He’d agreed that if he couldn’t do it in that time, he’d let her be a big girl again. She supposed she should count herself lucky. A lot of other women weren’t being given a choice at all – a couple of her friends had already been reduced to a pair of stupid little Pamper packers.

Jessie wrinkled her nose in disgust. It was pathetic! How could anyone let that happen to them? They obviously hadn’t been resisting hard enough. She sneered. Maybe they even liked it. There was certainly no way a strong-willed woman like her was going to end up as some dumb little diaper dumper!

She shuffled over to a pile of baby blocks, her nappy squishing wetly between her thighs. She didn’t remember going pee-pee, but that was okay. As long as she still had her bowel control, she wouldn’t count as fully diaper trained. And she could easily get her bladder control back when the month was up. Only one week left!

She grunted softly and bent over, concentrating on stacking her blocks. There was a strange fullness in her bottom, but the feeling went away quickly, and she ignored it. She’d just finished stacking a load of blocks together when she froze. Something had squished against her bottom. She gave her hips a little wiggle. There was definitely something back there. Her diaper felt heavier. Then a yucky smell reached her noise.

Jessie straightened up, a chill running down her spine. No…She couldn’t have… Not without noticing… With mounting horror, she reached behind her and cupped the seat of what was obviously a droopy, messy, fully loaded nappy.

Her mouth dropped open. No! This couldn’t be happening! This might happen to other girls, but not her!

“Uh-oh!” came a deep, amused voice from behind her, and she looked around sharply to see her boyfriend standing in the doorway, smirking. “I think someone’s made a stinky!” he cooed. Then he tilted his head, looking at her curiously. “That’s funny. You usually come and beg me to let you use the potty when you have to go poo-poo.”

“I didn’t…” she began, disoriented, “I didn’t realise… I didn’t know…”

Her boyfriend’s eyes seemed to light up, and a sinister smile spread across his face. “You didn’t know you had to go?” he finished for her.

Jessie could only look up at him in horror, but he could see the answer in her face.

“Good girl!” he gushed, walking over to kiss her on the forehead. There was a mocking sweetness in his tone. “What a good girl for messing yourself without knowing! Tell Daddy all about it, princess. Did you feel yourself start to go poopy? Or did you just realise you were messy all of a sudden?”

But Jessie just stared ahead of her, wide-eyed and horrified. A low whining started in her throat, and then, “I don’t wanna be incontinent!” she wailed, breaking down into tears.

“Awww, it’s okay sweetheart,” her boyfriend cooed, pulling her into a cuddle and reaching down to pat the sagging seat of her loaded nappy. “You’ll get used to being a yucky little pants-pooper.”

She cried even harder at that.

“No more toilets for my little princess!” he went on happily. “Just think – you actually thought that I wouldn’t be able to nappy train you. And now you’re just another diaper-dependent baby woman.” He pulled out of the hug and cupped her face gently in his hand, wiping away her tears. “You used to make fun of girls like that, didn’t you sweetie?” he asked, his eyes glittering maliciously. “The ones who’d failed to prevent themselves being fully nappy trained by their husbands or boyfriends. Remind me what you always called them again?”

Jessie screwed up her eyes in shame, crying even more. “P… P… Pamper packers!” she hiccupped.

“That’s right,” her boyfriend said, nodding thoughtfully. “I guess that’s what you are now, isn’t it baby?” He spoke lightly, but his eyes were still sparkling with sadistic delight.

When she didn’t answer, he put a finger under her chin and tilted her head up to look at him. “What are you, little one?” he asked firmly.

Jessie sobbed again, staring up at him through her tear-stained eyes. “I’m a Pamper packer…” she whimpered.

“A bit louder, sweetie.”

“I’m a Pamper packer!” she cried.

“And what else did you call those girls, sweetie?” he asked. “What was your other name for them?”

Jessie mewled pathetically. “Diaper dumpers!” she sobbed.

“And you are…” he began for her.

“I’m a diaper dumper!” she wailed.

Her Daddy smiled, satisfied. “That’s my good girl. I can’t wait to parade you in front of all your friends in your messy nappies. But that will have to come later. Lie down on your back, darling. I think my Pamper-packing, diaper-dumping, nappy-filling little girlfriend needs a change!”

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fanficwriterlover · 10 months

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Undercover

18+ Reader's Only

Chapter 2: Little Goddess

Summary: You're tasked with Ghost and Soap to go undercover, they're to stand watch and make sure you succeed. Everything goes great- well so you thought.

Expectations: Blood, Killing, Flirting, Cursing, Slight indication of Smut, teasing, S.A (18+ Readers), and more

Pet-Names: Aphrodite or Little Goddess

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A gloved hand caressed your cheek, it was gentle, yet you could tell his hands were big. Peeking your eyes, you see piercing brown eyes, blonde long lashes, and the skull mask of the Lieutenant Ghost. He was looming over your laying body against the bed you both were sharing in. His shirt was tight, you could see his perfectly sculptured body frame. He was muscular under his thick attire. Still wearing his balaclava, he leaned closer to your ear, his hands grazing down to your thighs letting a moan escape your lips as you could feel his pressing bulge, it was unbearable. You wanted him...needed to feel him. He was teasing you with his bulge, it felt endless, you began to feel his lips linger over your neck with the mask still covering them. Even in the dream you wanted so badly to remove his mask to reveal his face, yet he had you pinned under him, you were entirely at the mercy of him. The teasing seemed to drag on for a long time the aching between your legs for his bulge as you rock your hips against him, he continued pushing yet not doing any more than that. Just when you thought he was going to kiss you, he moves his head close to your ear, they says in his low gruff voice "Y/n....wake up"

And just like that, you snapped up seeing the Lieutenant already ready for the day ahead in his bodyguard outfit. He wore a black leather jacket, dark cargo pants and his usual hiking boots. You grumbled, it was just a dream, a stupid one you told yourself. Dreaming of your lieutenant was really inappropriate. Yet you couldn't ignore your heated arousal from the dream. You got out of the bed groggily "I'm up I'm up...what time is it anyways." He simply stared at you, he was wearing his typical skull balaclava and gloves with his arms crossed leaning against the wall. "Time to get to work that's what." He grunts. Moving away from the wall seeing you're still not wearing a bra turning to the door "Gonna wake Soap up, get dressed, we have work to do. Laswell wants to brief before we go." You watch him leave the bedroom combing through your hair frowning "Okay-" Without a moment to consider what his deal was, you went into your bag to find what Laswell had packed for you, seeing the attire she picked up for this mission staring at it with horror "You've got to be fuckin kidding me-"

Ghost was taking a moment for himself standing in the hall way outside of their room scanning to make sure no one was near or lurking. Honestly he should wake up Soap, but the truth was- during the night you moaned out his name. As you slept you were rocking your hips, it was arousing. Ghost could see you craving but he didn't know how to process it. You were attractive no question, in fact he would indulge in a one night stand but he feared it would impact his work. Instead through the night he had to handle his arousal with the thought of you. Shame was all he could feel. You were a subordinate, nonetheless, he didn't want to use you for his own needs. Despite how much he'd crave you. Snapping back to the moment to prevent another annoying boner, he instead decided to take his anger onto Soap. He banged on his door loudly not caring he'd wake other people. Few minutes later, Soap begrudgingly woke up, opening his door "Bloody fuckin 'ell mate, I think I could hear your knock from Scotland." He rubbed his face as Ghost let himself in as Soap looked behind Ghost as if expecting someone else to follow "Where's y/n ?" Ghost glanced at him "Getting ready. She needed space" Nodding his head yawning "And I don't get any privacy?" Ghost glared at him as he lifts his hands up "Aight aight, Away n’ bile yer heid!" Hearing him speak made Ghost irritated "English, McTavish!" He had his arms crossed Soap huffed "Sorry, sir, let me translate: ‘Go f-ck yourself’." Ghost scuffs a bit at that "Much better" his eyes casted at the busy streets as Soap started getting ready himself.

You slid on the outfit picked out from Laswell, that'd make you look like a hooker, it was FAR too revealing. You groan grabbing your longest coat to cover yourself in, until you arrived at the club. You put on some high heels , did your makeup to match your outfit adding some rhinestones attaching near your eyelashes to give a sparkle. Putting on some earrings and necklace, you placed your fake blonde wig on, having it curled and put into a claw clip. You walk out of the bedroom, knocking at Soap's bedroom after not seeing Ghost down the hall. In that second Ghost answers, his eyes glowering down at you, this time covering yourself. He seems to be furrowing his brows in confusion but said nothing letting you in. Walking in Soap waved at you, yawning preparing the laptop for the briefing. Ghost stood a good distance to listen as Laswell spoke.

"We got words Gusev is making his way there to start transaction. He'll be there in about two hours." You frowned impressed who ever infiltrated knowing that kind of information. "Y/n, you wearing what I packed you ?" Hesitantly you nod, squeezing at your knees with your coat wrapped tightly around you, Laswell nods "Good, it's his favorite color and is something he won't refuse. Remember get the briefcase, hear what you need to hear, then have Ghost or Soap escort you out. The rest I'll leave up to you. Good luck." Nodding your heads the screen blanked as Soap put an arm around you "Alright lassy, let's do this !" You laugh softly, it was a nervous one but you stood up nodding your head. They both looked like typical bodyguards.

Arriving at the Club

When they arrived, Soap and Ghost looked from the backstage to see if he arrived. Soap went to guard at his station. He hugged you gently "Good luck, you know what to do when you need one of us" you smile gently nodding your head watching him walk off to take position, he definitely looked the part. That left Ghost alone with you. Your eyes glanced at him as he looked at you intently, before walking towards you handing you a Bluetooth headphone that'd camouflage inside your ear "That way, we can hear everything as well." You knew the reason. An actual female hooker shouted your undercover hooker name "Aphrodite let's go !" You shouted back "Coming !" You sigh out, unbuckling your coat, Ghost watching you seeing you pull off your coat.

If he wasn't wearing his mask you would've seen how much he was blushing. It was a sequin sunset color samba two piece. It definitely showed more skin, and it went well with your complexion. You let your wig hair down it was curled pulling over your shoulder. Rubbing your arms awkwardly seeing him look at you "It's weird isn't it...." You were definitely blushing more than ever. Especially when he said "You look good." He clears his throat taking your coat "We'll be there when you need us." His eyes looking into yours as you smile gently. You lean up, hands moving to his neck beckoning to lower himself thinking you had to whisper something only to feel you kiss the side of his cheek over his balaclava standing on your tip toes. "Thanks..." You walk off to do your job and find your target. Not daring to look back. Ghost stood for a moment processing the sensation of your touch, before going into position. He was to stand at the exit where luckily he'd have a view of where Gusev would be tabled at for his personal show. This made Ghost grip his hand as he stood like a bodyguard blending into the darkness. He mumbled softly "Soap, you in position?"

Apparently Soap must have just noticed you as he was gaping his mouth, one Ghost wanted to shut "Holy fuck-" he grunts grumbling "Focus Johnny, we're here to make sure everything doesn't escalate. Don't get distracted" looking around the club, the music was blasting loudly, it would cover anyone's scheming let alone shooting. The dancers were everywhere dancing and moving their hips, Ghost was really uncomfortable with watching so many lustful men here who would touch you. Made it harder for him. That's when Price came through "Ghost, Soap, we at the entrance he's here." Ghost locking eyes with you seeing you were blending into cover serving people drinks until you caught his eye sight. You knew. Time to get to work.

Seeing Gusev walk in with a partner and their bodyguards, your "boss" seemed to know he's a regular. They spoke some words as he seemed to already have his eyes on you. You could feel his gaze as the boss pointed in your direction as well indicating he was getting to take his pick. Next thing you knew "Aphrodite, Goldie, & Mariposa ! Seat 5" the girl that went by Goldie came at your side mumbling softly "This man, is picky, don't disappoint, he seems to already have an eye on you. You'll do great, just let him have his way" she struts over getting her high pitch squeal on as you process her words for a moment. Snapping into character you approach Gusev running your hand over his shoulder giving a playful smirk and wink "Already can see you been watching me..." He finishes your sentence "Gusev, but for tonight you can call me daddy" he laughs leaning in as you put a finger onto his lips playfully and flirtatiously "Daddy huh ? Cant let you have me that easy" this obviously intrigued him as he gave you a devilish look "You're a bold lass, I am going to enjoy the night with you. Why don't you sit pretty on my lap" you grin, you got him on your fingers already following him to where he was going to sit.

Ghost watched the whole interaction from his spot, you were definitely good at what you do. If he was going to be honest, he probably would've fallen for it too, he would have never suspected you for being a CIA undercover. He mumbles into his microphone "Gusev took bait. Briefcase in his possession" he was carrying it as he set it to the side of the seat with you sitting down on his lap. You were aware of it, but it was too soon to take a hold. He wondered how you intended to grab it as you sat on his lap. It made Ghost, feel something, almost, jealousy? Seeing you giggle and whisper in the man's ear, flirting, and lingering your hands over the man made Ghost clench his fist. He definitely didn't like how touchy you were with the target. Grumbling to himself as Soap mumbled, "I almost jealous of the bloody bloke" Ghost huffs "Stay sharp Soap, there's other matters to focus on" Minutes turned to an hour, you would just be sitting on his lap, as the man touched you, however you didn't act like you cared, you sure were in character, listening to the conversation between Gusev and his partner something he said caught your attention "You heard about that Hassan ? Says he wants to bloody bomb the place. That be a view won't it." They both laugh, this made your stomach churn, what did they mean bomb ? They continued as you kept your giddy act "Yeah, just think if we had more in our possession what we'd do ! Stupid Americans. They fell right into our hands. Wait till he sees our last one, he'll want his hands on it." You think you heard enough as you then encouraged Gusev to come give you some "attention" was then you made your move, you tried to encourage Gusev to walk with you to a private vip room. Your eyes directed Ghost to follow which he gave a subtle nod. Of course the man grabbed the briefcase, following you close behind staring at your ass, before smacking it, it made Ghost boil with anger more. He was looking forward to torturing the man. Once you got into the VIP room, Ghost left his post grumbling into microphone "Leaving post cover me Soap" the hall was full of VIP rooms yet, you left a subtle non obvious sign that he would see, it was one of your rhinestones attached to the door. He waited for a moment then heard you speak up louder "It would be a SHAME, if someone ruined our fun" this is when he burst in, of course you had already moved behind the man grabbing the briefcase while Ghost had a gun drawn at him. Shutting the door behind him "Alright. Now to business. You so much as shout, I'll put a bullet through you. Ya hear ?" He says gruffly.

His eyes scanned you making sure you were not harmed as you slipped around him panting softly as you move to his side. The man figuring it out cursing "You fuckin who-" but Ghost had punched him in the stomach "Watch your tongue !" The man coughed wincing from the punch Ghost threw, he was straight to business "What do you know ? Who were you meeting with tonight? " He was agitated you could see that the man spitting at his face. This definitely hit a spark. Ghost pulled on his gloves "Stand guard up front love. Don't come in no matter what." You didn't need to be told twice, you took the briefcase with you exiting the room. You hid it in the maintenance room, before standing guard at the door. Luckily the music cancelled out the man's screaming in agony but you could hear it and it was unnerving.

As you were leaning against the wall, a man came around the corner, now you had to play coy, it was Gusev partner looking for him. "Where's Gusev ?" You bite your lips, you were screwed, if he comes closer he'll definitely hear Ghost torturing the man. So you strided up to the man running your hands over him "He wanted a moment, poor guy finished so quickly he wanted to be alone" you were batting your eyes and biting your lip. He seemed to be oblivious as he huffs "Smh, what a loser. I'm sorry for you doll, but hey, I could use some attention" he smirks lifting up your chin, keeping a coy face "Another time maybe" Obviously drunk while being rejected was not a good mix as he slams you against a door to another room. The door swung open upon impact, you could feel the pain shoot up your back, it knocked the wind out of you, you didn't realize how weak these doors were, it took you longer to compose yourself, because he had already shut the door behind him. You were screwed. You were reeling in pain from getting thrown, just when you were about to stand up to run out, he pins you down hands over your head with one hand, your eyes were wide, you felt vulnerable, it felt like the last time. You struggled to push him off which only seemed to piss him off more as he punches you in the stomach making you cough in pain. He grabs your face making you look at him "Don't fucking fight me you w***e" you spit at his face as this only angers him more, he pulls out a knife holding it to your throat now pressing it as this made you whimper, mumbling "Get.The.Fuck.Off.Me!" The blade pressed harder the more you struggled cutting more as you stopped and froze feeling the blood drip until-

Ghost could hear struggle in the room near his, he frowned at the limp man's body. Deciding to inspect the noise, he notices you were no where in sight, as he immediately concluded you were in the room near his, the door was locked he could hear you shouting as he broke down the door quickly seeing the man over you. Rage filled him, he grabbed the man by the shoulder which surprised the man throwing him into the wall, taking the knife slitting his own throat and stabbing him in the gut.

In a blink of an eye, Ghost killed the man, you grabbed a hold of your neck, blood was seeping between your fingers, he luckily didn't kill you but it was very close. Ghost obviously saw this, eyes wide, as your blood dripped down between your chest. You spoke up softly trying to keep your voice low because it hurt "The case- maintenance room floor" you gave him a pleading look, he refused to leave you though calling for Soap "Soap, VIP room ASAP. Get the briefcase in maintenance room." He carefully peeled your hands away as Soap replied "On it LT" He wanted to see how bad it was, it was a big cut, your eyes were looking at his, as he met yours "You'll be alright.." he grumbled pulling out his first aid kit, putting a gauze on it the wrapping a wrap around your neck you stayed still, your wig coated with blood. He finished, Soap had found the briefcase in hand as noticed the door open seeing you "Y/n, the fuck happened ?" Ghost glances at him then back at you picking you up, you could stand but Ghost wasn't having it. He swooped under your knees picking you up as he passed by Johnny leaving the VIP section "Another time Soap, let's get out. Grab Gusev we'll interrogate him more somewhere else." He radios for Price "Price we're leaving. Y/n wounded. Got the briefcase, come pick up this mess." Going out the back way, Alejandro and Rudy were there seeing you their eyes widen, but not saying a word as they went in to get Gusev to interrogate more. Ghost said nothing. He took you back to get you taken care of by their medic. He felt like he failed. You were hurt because of him.

You could tell he was blaming himself as you squeeze his hand that was holding at your waist "I'm fine." You say softly his makeshift wrap was bleeding through "And thanks for saving me" he glances down at you putting you into the separate car passenger seat they had, he seems to be looking at you every inch seeing bruises appear on your wrist and stomach as he asks softly "Did he-" you shook your head silently knowing what he meant as this seemed to make him feel relieved. "Good, let's get you back and tended to, little Goddess" you smile softly sitting in the seat as he got behind the wheel, everyone else would be taking the other vehicles with the beaten up Gusev so it would be just you and Ghost driving back to get you looked after. It was a long night. And you're not even closed to finishing. There was a lot dwelling on your mind too, hearing the conversation between Gusev and his men, it made you wonder: What the heck they mean Bomb and Americans ? Is there a traitor ? Does everyone know about this already ? These were questions that ran through your mind the whole drive, Ghost seemed silent the whole way, which was fine. You had a lot on your mind and the ordeal was stressful to think about what could have happened.

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Thanks for Reading !

#ghost x reader #simon ghost riley #simon ghost x reader #simon riley x reader #cod modern warfare #simon riley x you #cod x you #cod mw2 #simon ghost riley x f!reader #cod x y/n

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queenmeraairam · 10 months

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Just Hold me

Namor x F Reader I don't own the character First time writing Description Establish Relationship Reader has had a bad day like A REAL BAD DAY NAMOR CONFORTS YOU. Hurt/Confort. Sorry for spelling errors Warning violence.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH" you screamed at the ocean you screamed until your throat went raw the tears streaming down your face you had had a real bad day first you got into a nasty fight with your dad with him calling you all sorts of horrible names and throwing things around the house. All you did was tell him to keep the toilet seat dry after using the restroom. You left before the tears could fall.

Afterwards you had to go to work at the local restaurant and to your horror you were working with the terror twins Mandy and Karen they would make you do all the work while they themselves doing the bare minimum and made your job many times harder than it had to be. You tried to complain to the manager but the manager was constantly stoned out of his mind.

And today they must hae been in a real Bitchy mode spilling dirty food on you and calling you names under their breath. And the customers were no better the heat wave was making everyone short tempered you lost count how many customers yelled at you for things out of your control. It but it wasn't till the restaurant closed up that it really got bad you were taking out the trash when they cornered you Mindy grabed your hair and pulled you to the ground and when you tried to get up Karen gave you a kick to the stomach knocking the air was out of your lungs and keeping you grounded but it wasn't over Mandy got you to your feet only for Karen to give you a backhanded slap knocking you to the ground you tasted blood. You tried to fight but it was two against one and they were much bigger than you. You are 5'0 these girls are 5'8 there was no way you would win. The beating felt like it lasted hours but in reality it was no more than ten or so minuites according to your phone. You were hurting but you forced yourself to your bike and made your way to the beach your safe space you would come here everytime you felt like your emotioins were too much to handle or just wanted to be alone and sing it was secluded and hard to get to.

It was also here where you meet him.

Your Kukulkan you met him a few years ago The moon was beautiful you came here because you wanted to sing and play your guitar without being seen you had just a finished a song when you heard some clapping that spooked you you turned around and saw him emerging from the sea Dark hair, Beautiful Caramel skin covered in jewels with wings at his ankles you thought he was the most beautiful man you had ever seen.

" That was beautiful" He said " Thank you i wrote it myself" you blushed you never herd someone compliment your singing before your shyness prevented you from singing infront of people "i'm Y/n what is yours" you asked " My people call me Kukulkan but my enemies call me Namor are you an enemy? He asked with a menacing tone getting closer. Out of instinct you stepped back clutching your guitar to you chest "No... I am not i've got no reason to be." you said back unsure on what else to say.

"As you say you have no reason to be do not be afraid i was swiming near by and heard singing i did not mean to frighten you. You have a lovley voice," Namor says his whole demeaner changed he sits himself down hoping you do the same and you do and you begin talking he tells you about Talokan and himself and the marine life it was fascianting to learn and you told him about your life your mom died when you were young she loved to sing so you do to to keep her memory life. How your dad sucks and you are waiting to graduate University so you can go away and never come back you tell him about your dreams of going to medical school and becoming a doctor and fears which suprised you. you had never told anyone this and yet here you were telling it to a man you just met a complete stranger but you coudn't deny there was something about him that made you feel safe like it was gonna be okay it felt warm and before you realized. It was starting to get late and you need to go home because you had class in the morning. "will i see you again?" Kukulkan asked with hopefull tone, you couldn't help but smile "How about tomorrow night?" You responded Kukulkan Just nods "until tomorrow" he says and then you part ways.

True to your word you return the next night and meet him again many times you bring your homework and notes so you can study a bit and you would talk about your classes and what you were learning it never seeamed to bore him instead he seemed quite interested he would ask questions and help you study by asking you questions from the books but he would make sure there was time for play because all work and no play is not good he would bring you gift like shells and pearls you tried to refuse but he would give you puppy dog eyes and you would always relent He taught you his lanuage and told you things he had never told other people. And before you knew it you had falllen in love with him.

You remembered the first time you kissed him it was after seeing the results of a very difficult exam that you were so caughted up in your joy you just kissed him which supprised you. You imediatly backed away unsure of what to say or do with one hand he just gently grabbed your chin so you were looking at him and the other one he put around your waist pulling you closer and slowly as to not scare you without breaking eye contact he kissed you and you felt your nerves go haywire and you deepened the kiss it was the first night he made love to you and oh how you felt loved for the first time in a long time you felt loved you felt seen.

You smiled at the memory it was one of your favorites.

At this point you had sat yourself down your head on your knees and you were just sobbing so hard your body was shaking you didn't hear foot steps rappidly approach.

He was on his way when he heard your cries and immidiatly rushed and what he saw made his heart stop Bruises covered your ams and legs He gently knelt by you and tried to get your attention "In yakunaj! Ba'ax tuukul a.Ba'ax ku yuuchul? Ba'ax uuch" ( My love! what's the matter? what's wrong? what's happened) He had never seen you in such a state he placed a hand on your shoulder which caused you to look up. Kukulkan frozed your face had brusies a black eye a busted lip. You didn't say anything you just threw yourself into his arms and sobbed and sobbed. Kukulkan wrapped his arms around you and just held you whispering sweet nothings after a while your sobs quited but the shaking didn't.

"In Yakunaj paakat in" (my love look at me) Kukulkan said concern in his voice "Maax beet le ba'ala?" ( who did this).He tells you his voice like iron. And you just spilled everything by the end you were crying not as hard as before but it didn't matter seeing tears was not something Kukulkan liked to see not now not ever. "shhh my love it is okay i'm here i'm here, i'm sorry im so sorry you had such a bad day i should go and kill those three for daring to hurt you. It is unforgivable" Kukulkan's voice was hard he was trying to keep his rage in. The only thing stopping him was that you were still in his arms shaking in distress and he was not gonna leave you until you were fully calmed down even then he might not go yet.

"N-o-o don't they are unworthy as much of assholes they are they don't deserve it" you tell him as much as the idea sounds amusing you knew it was wrong " Just hold me please " Your voice breaking Kukulkan is quick to shush you and does as you say he holds you tight like you might slip away at any moment when you have fully calmed down he gently strips your clothes off and sees the extent of the injuries you suffered he is angry for the brusies are everywhere. But he puts his anger aside and just focuses on kissing the bruises he redresses you and gently picks you up and goes to an outcropping of rocks where the both of you will be more conceled from prying eyes grabs the blanket that you left there a while ago wraps you up and just holds you until you fall asleep in his arms he longs to take you to Talokan away from here but he saves that question for another day right now he just holds you

#namor x reader #kukulkan x reader

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katyspersonal · 11 days

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What are your opinions on our Lord and Savior Gywn?

He didn't save SHIT!! He took the perfectly (?) functioning humanity and ruined it! Look at it, it got Hollowing!!

Okay, I am making the 'Marika is a MILF Gwyn' jokes here and there, but 1) Marika is a bit more of a straight up cold and mean person, all things considered 2) Yet she still has enough nuance, and a lot of her actions might be written on reasonable fears and 3) Gwyn is even MORE nuanced than Marika, from what I have concluded so far! Laurence is a similar kind of sinner too. Comparison of the characters that share a trope is helpful for my thought process, so bear with me a little! With Marika I see a more direct disdain and fear before the very nature of life, cyclic and treacherous, uncontrollable, being meant to perish one day but with new life sprouting from it, and thus doing lovely things like shunning Crucible-related lifeforms. With Laurence, we have enough evidence so far that beasthood was not created by Healing Church but something already lingering in the human code after Pthumerians and Loran, so ambition to seize and control it it was risky but understandable!

But with Gwyn, we are confirmed that human nature itself is dark, undesirable an terrifying, as well as how he sorta had the chance to see it 'in action' during uniting with humans to take war on dragons. And also in Dark Souls the cyclic nature of Ages is just a fact, and it would make sense that should Age of Dark come, he and his family would be the first to go as beings of Light. It is a combination of things: his kind being in true danger and not just "risking to lose power", the treacherourness of how political allyship simply works (your today's ally country against the common enemy could tomorrow ally with someone else to start the war on YOU) and simply the not-so-metaphorical horrors of the Dark itself! is not a speculation, the dangers are RIGHT here!

Gwyn messed the natural order of humanity in a way that I personally dislike and express it on multiple occasions: trying to get rid of what's barbaric and dangerous yet natural and not accepting that there is no light without shadow, or life without death. But I also feel sympathetic because he had a legit reason to fear the darkness within men. In is not as much philosophical but a literal concept in Dark Souls lore. He acted out of fear, backed up with a precedent, and it brought the ruin to himself and everyone else. Writing this I'd say he sorta falls for the type of a person I can only like in fiction but resent in reality. I guess I don't need to explain what kind of people this is, paranoid "but for a valid reason", being "preventive" with their drastic measures.. Good intentions path to hell self-fulfilling prophesy blablabla. His specieism doesn't help his case in the slighest. Ironically, all extremely human behavior of him!

(LOL thank you based Goldmask as usual xddd) At the same time, he is not entirely corrupt with the power he seized and used to strip humanity of what was natural for them; he, in the end, committed to what he believed was better for everyone and sacrificed HIMSELF too. I can respect the cunning and machiavellian person who, in the end, is above the vanity of a 'savior' and can give themselves too, not only others. He also did share his power with some humans, showing that he can take kinda benevolent choices even with those he fears. Yeah, part of calculated risk could be there; dude gave the city and his daughter to the Pygmy to, again, preemptively avoid some animosity. But in the case with the four kings, did he HAVE to? Or Seath for that matter, who is a dragon, another species he doesn't like?

I find it hard to detect 'truly' corrupt people in Soulsborne setting in general, and yeah we can fiddle with 'nuanced character' and 'everyone is morally grey' forever and never discover THE big bad we'd love to hate. But, out of those big bads, I think he deserves the benefit of being seen as a way more nuanced character than the corrupt leader the most! It is the case where he should not have done anything, but also should not have NOT done anything.. Soulsborne is eager with placing characters in a position and knowledge where every choice is wrong and they just pick a poison for themselves (and everyone else xd). Jokes about "haha people in power moment" are still mostly jokes for me. He is sympathetic in a way not like I think I'd have done the same (let's be real, I revel in darkness gfjjghk) but in a way where I understand too much to feel negative 🤔

#though you can NOT take my word since I apologize aldrich and mico lmao #dark souls #dark souls 1 #gwyn lord of cinder #I say all this but after writing all this I feel like liking him more xd #closer examination helps!#also sorry this is not my average infodump essay I just need more time!#i try to cram more DS lore in my brain but it gives me 'STORAGE FULL REMOVE SOME BB/ER LORE' error gghhh #again I just need (more eyes on my brain) time xd #also am I tripping or I had ask about Gael too?#i need to fix my inbox its so broken #but also yes advantage of asking my DS opinions is that they're ACTUAL opinions #and not autism xd #ask replies

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LOWKEY BEEN INSPIRED BY @not-sure-what-im-feeling s AWESOME OCS AND LORE (Go check them out)

And it inspired me to talk about MY ocs :D

I mention in passing that I am in fact writing a novel, but I try to avoid saying too much to prevent spoilers buuuuut I think I can keep it vague enough while still rambling <3

The novel (technically a novella) is called 'The Shadow Walker' and here's a draft of a blurb:

With no friends, an absent mom, an abusive dad, and a shadow that inexplicably went missing; Nicholas Walker is convinced his life couldn’t possibly get any worse. But everything changes when he meets something (or someone) who may or may not want him dead.

(Not the best but again it;s a draft)

ANYWAY THIS IS MY BOY NICHOLAS

He's 12 years old and a selective mute and my scrungliest little blorbo who experiences the horrors™. He doesn't have any friends, is neglected by his parents, and all in all has a bad time before the book starts :(

The only source of healthy food in the house (he borrows money from his dad and goes to the store alone) but is severely malnourished from eating nothing more than reheated takeout his dad left in the fridge. Nick doesn't talk verbally unless it's to his dad (out of necessity) and otherwise converses in ASL (which I'm learning for this book <3). Loves pretty buildings and stargazing, has a dream of visiting things like Notre Dame and the colloseum some day and is fascinated by architecture. I just realised that this kid would adore Minecraft but anyway after things get better for him he's given Lego models of like the eiffel tower and he loves them :)

Gonna stop before I spend the entire post talking about my boy and move onto

HIS MOMM

You know that thing that's like, "Not a bad person, just a bad parent"? Yeah. That's her. She ran away from her abusive boyfriend and left Nick behind out of fear, since she didn't know if she could survive by herself, much less with a child in tow. She ends up leaving with her best friend and they travel around the world a lot for their job. They're a musician who plays back up for bands in different places and Rachel ends up learning to play some stuff too after watching them for so long. The two end up dating at some point and they've been together ever since. Rachel still sends Nicholas a postcard every time she travels to a new place, but she doesn't have the courage to actually see him in person yet. Also fun fact. She's descended from a woman who was killed for being a 'witch' during the salem trials. This is relevant to the story :3

Do I have to talk about his dad??? Ughhhhh fine

This is Gregory Walker. I hate him. bye.

Not but fr, he's a terrible father. Works at a convenience store and his co-workers fear him. Lives off of take-out and instant ramen, never checks on his son. Spends all his money gambling and buying alchohol. Literally would not notice if he missed an entire month of his life (*cough* foreshadowing *cough*)

ANYWAY ONTO TWO OF MY FAVOURITES

LEXI AND CHELSEAAA

Lexi is a single mom who grew up kinda spoiled and is still figuring out how to raise a kid. Her parents are kinda helpful about it but also she doesn't want to raise Chelsea how she was raised so hgjhrj. Chelsea was orignally planned to be autistic since this entire book is a transparent cover for neurodivergent rep but the version of her in my head is so very ADHD instead. They only show up near the end of the book so I'm still experimenting with them a bit but Lexi is a huge book worm and Chelsea loves unicorns, like, I mean in the 'mythology is cool way' not the 'stereotypical girl behaviour' way. She does love pink things and sparkles though

THERE IS ANOTHER CHARACTER BUT THEY'RE A SPOILERRRR BUT I WILL JUST SAY THEY ARE NOT HUMAN AND ALSO WHAT THE TITLE OF THE BOOK IS TALKING ABOUT

(It's a sentient shadow, that's- do you get the pun in the name- there's three references in it-)

#The Shadow Walker #DragonairIce Rambles #The book's about halfway done now which is SO NEAT <333

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oqlixsreads · 2 years

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𝗜 𝗗𝗢𝗡’𝗧 𝗟𝗢𝗩𝗘 𝗬𝗢𝗨 𝗔𝗡𝗬𝗠𝗢𝗥𝗘 𝗖𝗵. 2

summary// y/n can see eddie drifting away so easily for someone else, how would he feel when he has to watch you go through what he saw with chrissy? or could he possibly prevent it?

warnings + content warning// angst, fluff, break ups, cursing, mentions of drugs, death, SPOILERS FOR s4, lmk if i missed some

a/n: i am so so sorry this took so long for me to post, also this isn’t an insanely long fanfic. sorry if your tag isn’t there for some reason usernames ain’t popping up🗿

y/n woke up to the max and dustin screaming in the walkie-talkie “y/n? this is a code red, wake up!” snatching it from the nightstand while groaning from the loud voices. “yeah, yeah. code red, what the fuck do you want?” they pushed off of the bed and walked over to the door.

the house was quiet. way too quiet for their liking. but there was eddie asleep, leaning on the wall. beside the bedroom y/n had previously been in. they cursed at their self, for dismissing everything he said last night. a part of them was hoping it was all a dream and the two of them went back to no contact.

he flinched awake from the noise, and rubbing the tiredness from his eyes. they just watched not knowing what move to take yet. but snapped back into reality when dustin said they’ve brought food for eddie and will be there in a bit. “doesn’t sound like a code red to me dustin”. y/n rolled their eyes making their way to the couch with eddie trailing behind.

“yeah, whatever we needed to get your attention somehow.” they stopped responding when eddie sat down next to them. “how was your sleep?” y/n’s eyebrows knitted together, but remembered how they didn’t have a nightmare this time. “it was fine?” “listen uh- about last night, i just-” “you don’t have to say anything eddie.” he placed his hand onto their thigh “no i do, i know i apologized. but that wasn’t enough, i should’ve said more. I really do love you, y/n. I..i’m aware that i was being a total jerk, and i know sorry won’t do anything to fix us but i need you to know how much i regret saying those words.”

y/n inhaled sharply. “i’m not going to forgive you so easily eddie, i wish you understood how bad i felt, when i noticed you were paying attention to her, not me. canceling on dates, never kissing me, you made me think i wasn’t good enough.” eddie’s grip on their thigh tightened making his knuckles go white. and y/n’s face scrunched up in pain.

“because you’re not good enough.” with every word that came out of his mouth his voice got deeper. the house got darker, and thunder could be heard in the distance. “eddie, let go that hurts.” they uttered trying to remove his arm however it only got tighter.

“you’re almost out of time y/n.” they looked up in horror seeing the thing harshly gripping their leg. that was not eddie. then that damn clock. it all just started out as nightmares but now? y/n was full on hallucinating. eddie was shaking them “y/n not you too.” his hands were cradling their face, this was too familiar to him. “fuck! please y/n wake up.”

the there it was again, except it was in front of them, there in person. not a dream, the noise that made their head start pounding, making it feel like the room was spinning. “let go of me!” y/n quickly got up from the couch only for the atmosphere to go back to its original state. “Y/N!”

at this point they were full on convinced that they were surely going insane. their heart was practically beating out of their chest, while eddie watched in concern but was just as equally terrified. y/n headed for the door, hyperventilating and shaking. eddie followed yelling after them down to the lake.

“hey, hey, hey it’s alright calm down.” he spoke with a shaking voice. “just go back inside i just need to be alone for a minute.” they brushed him off while they rubbed their temples attempting to sooth their headache, staring off into space “your eyes-they looked just like-chrissy’s eyes.” eddie whispered nervously “what?” they whipped around staring at him like he just killed their entire family.

just in time max and the others pulled up with bags for eddie.

“we need your help y/n.” max worded out hesitantly. “with what?” “well. we don’t exactly know yet.” steve scratched the back of his neck realizing they really aren’t exactly sure where to start at.

all of them except eddie of course walked back to the car, till he grabbed onto y/n’s arm. “what is it?” they said eyeing him up and down. “you’re-okay? right?” fear was written all over his face. “huh?” tears were beginning to form in his eyes threatening to stream down his face. “i was scared. that what happened to her was about to happen to you.” a tear rolled down to his cheek before they wiped it away.

“i can’t lose you again, not in the worst way possible.” “eddie, i’ll be fine. i swear, but i need to go now.” he sighed and pressed a kiss onto their forehead. he watched them get into the car and saw their friends staring in utter disbelief.

the care ride was silent. “so if no one’s gonna say it i will.” robin broke the quietness in the car. “what the fuck did we just see?” “i uh- don’t really know.”

meeting with nancy at her friends crime scene. another teenager, fred. who died the night prior when him and nance were gathering more in tell on the murder at the trailer park.

fred and chrissy. two every odd people to go missing, who which have no correlation. “why them?” “maybe wrong place wrong time? they were both at the game.” “and the trailer park.” y/n looked hesitant at first. “we’re at the trailer park.” making the six turn their heads scoping out their surroundings. “maybe we shouldn’t be here” they suggested.

until nancy spoke up remembering fred’s actions “there’s something about this place though. he started acting weird the moment we got here. like scared, on edge.” “max said chrissy was scared too.” directing their attention onto her. “yes but not here, in the bathroom at school”.

y/n brought up how serial killers would stalk their prey before actually killing their targets. “the vec-man whatever.” robin mumbled “um vec-NA.” dustin corrected. “whatever his damn name is guys, it doesn’t matter. if they saw a monster thing, i would’ve mentioned it to at least someone.” “maybe they did. i saw chrissy walk out of Ms. Kelly’s office. i mean if you go to the police about a monster they would never believe you. but a school counselor? maybe.”

they all headed towards the car with nancy going back to hers. all of them decided her and robin would split up so she could gather some information on a man who had similar things in the past. victor creel. while max had an idea.

steve, dustin, and y/n stared as max quickly ran out of Ms. Kelly’s house, with a key in her left hand into the car slamming the car door behind her. “drive.” and telling lucas he needs to meet them at the school.

the four of them walked through the empty, dark and quiet hallways until reaching the counselors office. rummaging through the file cabinet that had just been unlocked, searching for symptoms chrissy had experienced before some recent events..

y/n and max read it together while steve and dustin read the one on fred, these symptoms looked every familiar to y/n but not just them, max too. “not sure what we’re looking for here, they’re both mentally ill?” steve spoke scanning through the papers. “STEVE?” y/n looked at him with a ‘are you serious’ face. “alright jeez.” he muttered throwing his hands up in defense.

y/n noticed how max wasn’t moving or talking “max?”

“it was here. right here.” by this point nancy and robin had met up with the group, now they were all gathered in the hallway. “what was here?” “a grandfather clock.” y/n’s face scrunched your together. “you see it too?” their attention turned onto them now.

“so the two of you are just going insane or what?” dustin smacked the back of steve’s head “dude?” “it was like she was in a trance. just like eddie said happened to chrissy.” y/n thought of when they were back at the lake, we’re they going to die too? “that’s not even the worst part.” “fred, and chrissy were experiencing the same things.”

“headaches that just wouldn’t go away, nightmares, trouble sleeping, waking up in a cold sweat, then they were seeing things…bad things, from their past. visions that kept on getting worse and worse until. they ended.” “vecnas curse.” “the headaches started a week ago for chrissy, six days ago for fred.” max paused looking up at the group.

“i’ve been having them for four days.” then y/n spoke up “i’ve been having them for five.” their voice cracked “what happened to max, happened to me. earlier at reefer ricks house. eddie said i was acting how chrissy was.” they rolled their eyes when tears started to fall. “what if i’m next? i mean- i just saw that goddamn clock so how much time do i even have left? and max? how much time do we have.”

the air was thick. nobody knew what to say they all looked stressed. “looks like i’m gonna die tomorrow.”

something creaked from outside the room, walking closer to the sound quick steps were approaching them. while steve was ready to hit whatever was coming towards them with a lamp he snatched beforehand.

someone ran out from the opposite hallway and everyone screamed “ITS ME. ITS ME.” “lucas!?” “the hell sinclair? i could’ve taken you out with this lamp!” lucas was catching his breath and walking around a bit “sorry about that guys. i was hiking for- eight miles. but we have a code red. i’ve been with jason, patrick, and andy and they gone completely off the rails.”

“what are you talking about.” “they’re trying to find eddie and they think dustin knows where he is.” he swallowed “you are in terrible danger.” “yeah, yeah that definitely sucks but we got bigger problems than jason right now.” dustin said brushing it off and turned to y/n.

who was going to die tomorrow.

who as only worried about seeing eddie again.

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#eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #stranger things smut #eddie munson fanfiction #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson angst #eddie munson smut #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson x you #steve harrington x reader #stranger things x reader #nancy stranger things #robin buckley

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snakegorl212006 · 1 year

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Exploration (pt1)

Ramshackle

Sam’s words were still lingering in my head. I guess I’m not crazy after all. My thoughts were interrupted by meowing. I sighed and sat up from my bed and began heading downstairs to feed grim. I headed to the kitchen and grabbed a can of tuna and opened it. Grim was on the counter so I just placed the can there. I should order a cat bowl so he doesn't risk cutting himself. I made myself breakfast and after I’m done I just headed into the dining room and started eating. While I ate,I pondered on if I should try to communicate and report to sam or ignore it and just assume I’m going to die from insanity. Well I can’t just move out and ignore the situation and prevent myself from becoming a horror movie cliche so I might as well humor his words and see what’s really going on.

Heartslabyul

Heartslabyul seems to be the most mild wing besides Ignihyde but I’m not ready for the doll just yet so might as well start there. Before leaving I grabbed my necklace and the journal. Grim decided to follow along which can help sense they say animals can see things like ghosts so even better. As we walked to the Heartslabyul I began preparing the journal. I also should be fine if I have to do an overnight stay since it has a very comfortable setting and I could just order food. After mentally preparing myself I enter the wing only to be hit with a soft smell of roses. I found this strange sense last time I checked. I never put any scented freshener in this room. I never smelled it when I went on a picnic here. I began walking around to find anything about any entities. Maybe I should've gotten ghost equipment. Surely there’s a way to communicate with ghosts. As I walked past the kitchen the necklace vibrated which startled me. I looked over at grim who was just looking in the kitchen from the couches. There's someone in there. I sighed trying to calm myself down and pray I don't mess up this encounter. I stepped back and interred the ‘empty’. The gem was vibrating every few seconds which maybe indicates danger level i don’t know. I had no clue on what to do so I just stood there. After a few minutes the cabinets flew open and a bag of flowers fell out and spilled on the contour. After a few moments i walked over to see someone wrote in the flower “can you see me” I looked around to find anything and just shook my head. I grabbed a bunch of the flower and placed it on the island so i could see better “if you are here, tell me your name” I asked. Slowly words began to form spelling ‘Trey clover’. Yay progress. I began to write it down and log it. As I was writing I felt a bref cold tap on my shoulder. I looked up then down at the writing. ‘Name?’ it reads. I told him my name. He’s friendly which gives me some hope for this. “Is it just you” i asked. After a few seconds I looked down ‘no. 4+ me’ so there’s five of them here. I nod. Seeing how old this place is I don't think there were any cameras so I have to rely on paintings or if google just happened to know who clover is. I caught a glimpse of what he wrote now ‘gifts in the cooler’ . We have a refrigerator so i checked in there to see (favorite dessert). That’s actually really nice of them. I placed the (favorite dessert) on the counter. I took a bite and it was really good. Better than the store bought ones i’d say. I wonder if he was a baker before he died. I have to move on since there are still so many left. I exit the kitchen just to feel vibrations across the room. It was to the painting room. Like the last time it was vibrating every few seconds up until I reached the room. I saw no one and grim looked uninterested and basically left somewhere. The area felt a little cold so something to jot down. I spot something from the corner of my eye. A polaroid camera. A more modern one shockingly. I turned the camera on and took one picture. It surprisingly had some film left in it. I wonder who left it here. I waved the picture that came out the camera and to my surprise there was someone in the picture. There sat on a stool in front of an easel was a young man with orange hair which was pinned back in a sort-of half up half down style. He wore loose yet comfortable clothing with just some pants and a ruffled shirt. He was gazing at the canvas, all charming like. Is he a painter? I walked forward to the easel where the canvas stood and there was a painting of…. Me? Well she looked like me with the skin, hair, eyes even body type yet. Why did he depict me in Victorian clothing? Regardless, it was a beautiful painting. I looked around the canvas for some sort of signature which I found in the back. “Cater diamond ♢” i mumbled as the vibrations of the necklace stopped and the room got warmer. Well I have something to write down and a ghost camera. I chuckled to myself. Then I was startled by the creaking of a door. I looked out of the art room to see the game room door wide open. I calmed my nerves and began my exploration to the game room. There in front of me was a table with two hands. One was full of heart cards and the other were spades. both have a straight flush. Then my necklace vibrates but in slower interables. It was vibrating twice then stopping for like a minute before doing it again. Are there like two of them? I followed the vibrations to see a painting. There were three guys. Each looked uniform with a vest with different card patterns consisting of hearts ,cloves, spades and diamonds.the One who was passing out food, had short green hair, glasses,black vest with card pattern engravings and an apron with cloves matching the clove underneath his eye. The one in red who looks to be winning using cheats seeing the cards in his sleeves. He had a heart painted on his eye. His hair was almost a like aTerracotta type of red. The other had bluish hair and had a baffled expression like he lost. He had the prettiest turquoise eyes with a spade on his eye. I couldn't help but to smile at the picture as everyone looked to be having fun. I wonder what caused their deaths. I turned around to see the card now rearranged and were scrambled. Two cards stook out which were an ace and a card with two spades next to a cutter box. I guess the two people here were ace and deuce.i took the box as i might be in need of it later. I began to write this down. Then I heard loud meowing which was followed by hissing. Concern i exit the room as i followed the noise which leads upstairs the necklace started vibrating rapidly almost panicky. I saw grim who was alert and stiff like. He was glaring in the master bedroom where I saw nothing yet there was a strong sense of rose in the air. It’s not suffocating but it is a bit overwhelming. I looked around the room to see a person standing at the window seal. He was translucent but i was able to make out the red hair and gray eyes. He had shorts with a train belt with roses. He looks like something you’d see in black butler or aristocratic ouija fashion with the color schelms of gold white and red. The ghost turns around and glances at me then looks down at the cat. He frowns. I can see his lips moving but no words came out. Grim hisses and backs away. The spirit looks up at me and mumbles something then he vanishes. The panic vibrations stopped and grim looks more releaf but scared. I was stunned yet felt physically drained. I left the room and began heading downstairs. I happen to look at the painting in the middle which matches the description of the spirit i saw. Seeing there was a golden frame i assume they'll be some name on a plat. There it was at the very bottom. “Riddle Rosehearts”

#riddle rosehearts x reader #cater diamond x reader #deuce spade x reader #ace trappola x reader #trey clover x reader #twist Ghost AU #twist au #twst yandere #twisted wonderland Ghost AU

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theneighborhoodwatch · 1 year

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What are your thoughts on the potential Julie and Frank 'relationship'?

(serious answer under the cut. also, again, disclaimer that this is all speculation and i'm not saying that any of this is 100% For Sure going to happen, i am just speaking within the context of this one particular theory.)

(edit: nvm i might actually be right. yeehaw [said unimaginably haggardly])

i've talked about that before on this blog, in this post specifically (with extra links for context so maybe check it out) and it's still something that i think about A Lot. in that post, i describe it as a source of Mutual horror, i.e. "you were created to both bring out the best in someone and to keep each other shackled to someone else’s incomprehensible idea of normalcy." and when i say incomprehensible, i really do mean incomprehensible; going by a few posts clown's made in the past, the idea of gender being tied to presentation and vice versa seems to be a foreign one to the playfellow puppets - and yet, this does not seem to prevent them from the consequences of being Perceived a certain way. it's also probably worth mentioning that if the 2022 pride art is to be believed, then neither frank or julie are cis, either (for whatever the playfellows puppets' definition/equivalent of "cis" is, anyway.)

i would be lying if i said i haven't thought about Several ways this could all play out; how it could affect both of them as individuals, their other relationships, their pre-existing friendship. i won't go over all of those here bc this post would be way too fucking long otherwise, but i will say that i think that they would have been friends regardless of whether or not the show decided they were (and regardless of whether or not the show wanted friends or "friends."*) i don't think either of them start out Aware that they're "supposed" to be together. i think they are likely made aware of it later on - of how they are seen. in this way, it's a good example of what i meant when i previously described welcome home feeling like a setup for some cosmic horror-as-coming of age shit (or coming of age as cosmic horror??) for example, in this particular context, i saw A Lot of these two scenarios when it came to growing up queer and/or closeted, especially in an unsafe environment: 1. "i'm told that because i spend so much time with this person, and they are (X) and i am (Y), that i am in love with them. i don't think this is true, but i have no idea how to refute this, so i'm just gonna Go Along With It until i am emotionally, mentally, and/or physically no longer able to do so bc i'm scared of what'll happen to me and/or the people i care about if i don't - OH FUCK THAT HAPPENED A LOT SOONER THAN I THOUGHT IT WOULD FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK"

2. "i'm told that because i spend so much time with this person, and they are (X) and i am (Y), that i am in love with them. i think that's the dumbest fucking thing i've ever heard and it does not apply to me at all" [is punished for this] "Ah." it's just that here, the scale would be magnified to the point of cosmic horror, in order to drive home the turmoil these situations bring, both internal and external. do i think frank and julie would be the only examples of this, or that it is mutually exclusive from any of WH's other potential themes? absolutely not. but if all we have to go off of are crumbs, then We Will Work With Crumbs. * side note, i was gonna talk about how it was interesting that despite knowing next to nothing about frank/eddie in canon except for the fact that It Happens, all of the frank/eddie art we have so far is a lot more unambiguously romantic than any supposed in-universe ship teasing between frank and julie, buuut then i realized that was probably bc we're still in the prologue and all the frank/eddie stuff we have is like, side sketches and concept art. of course it's gonna be more indulgent.

tl;dr: I Care Them and i hope you can tell

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