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spyder-junkie · 11 months

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I just cant stop thinking of Earth-42! miles with a reader that falls for prowler first.

(had to rewrite this post because it didnt save the first time *frustration*)

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EARTH-42 MILES MORALES X Reader

I imagine you’ve snuck out, leaving your apartment in the middle of the night unbeknownst to your parents.

Youre walking down to your house under the cover of darkness when quickly you notice your being followed.

You curse silently.

The man behind you is much bigger than you are, and youre not sure you could fight him off if it came to it.

You start taking random turns, leading the man away from your apartment building, but as you being to pass an alley way, he grabs you, ducking you in.

He has you against a wall, his forearm holding your neck to the bricks.

“Youre real beautiful, do me a favor and keep quiet.” You flinch as his voice, hands shaking as your eyes begin to water.

Then suddenly theres a ‘whoosh’ and the man falls to the ground, dead.

You look up to your rescuer, and its the prowler, a well know criminal in the area.

Your heart beats in your ears as he begins to walk away, boots clanking down the sidewalk.

You run after him.

“Thank you!” You say, jogging to keep up with his strides.

“You really saved my ass.”

“It’s dangerous out at night.” He huffs, voiced warbled by the mask. You let out a little chuckle.

“Yeah…” You stop walking.

“Could you walk me home? please?”

The prowler stops walking, most likely contemplating what he should do. Then he lets out another sigh.

“You owe me.” He states firmly, turnning around to face you.

You smile, carefully wrapping your hand around two if his clawed, gloved fingers and leading him in the opposite direction.

The walk was almost silent, you taking occasional glances at the villian by your side. You noticed he had two thick braids that cascaded down his neck.

What you didnt notice was the glances he spared at you.

When the two if you reached your apartment, he watched as you climbed the fire escape to your window. You open it, climbing inside. Then you pole your head back out, mouthing a ‘thank you!’ and waving down at the prowler.

you wait expectantly for him to wave back, smiling once he finally does.

Then he disappears.

You didnt know if you would ever see the masked villian again.

So imagine your surprise two weeks later when theres a knock at your window.

It was around 8pm, you were working on a school assignment when the sound of metal tapping glass hit your ears.

You turn in your spinning chair, eyes widened at the sight of prowler crouched in your window.

You rush to unlock it, pullibg up the glass pane and letting the night air in.

“Missed me?” You ask, trying to mask the shaking in your voice.

“Do you have a digital alarm clock?” He asks, ignoring your question all together.

You think for a moment.

“I might have my old one in my closet.” You say, not giving him a chance to reply before you turned on your heel.

You expected him to follow you, but he didnt, staying perched in the window and looking around your bedroom from the outside.

He waited as you rummaged through your things.

Then suddenly you emerged, holding an alarm clock, the cord trailing behind you.

What do you need it for?” you ask.

“Mechanical parts.” was his vauge reply.

, you hand it to him.

He held it in one of his clawed hands, getting ready to depart. That was until you crossed your arms and loudly cleared your throat.

He looked at you.

“Thank you?” You raise an eyebrow.

“……..Thanks.” He mumbles, just before jumping off the fire escape and disappearing again.

The next time you see him is well over a month later.

Its a little past 3am, and you’re well into needed sleep.

Then theres another knock at you window.

A bunch of knocks actually. You hear the metal tapping sound until you rise from your bed, annoyed to say the least.

When you see Prowler at your window once again, you pick up the pace moving to the window to open it.

This time, as soon as you life the pane, he steps in.

Or he tries to, he trips, his body hitting the ground softly next to your bed.

“Woah- are you alright…” You ask, panicked.

He doesn’t answer.

“Prowler….?” You ask, closing the window.

Still no answer.

“pleasedontbedeadpleasedontbedeadpleasedontbedead…” You press your ear to his metal chest, bending down to his laying position.

Hes breathing.

You sigh in relief.

You sit and think for a moment before carefully sitting him up.

You try your best to remove all the parts of his suit, placing them in a neat pile in your closet as you go.

You realize theres a flesh wound on the side of his ribs, and a couple cuts and bruises elsewhere.

After immense debate, you hesitantly press the button on his mask, letting it move to the side to reveal his face.

Hes…handsome, you realize, and much younger than you imagined. There was a cut on his face and a bruise by his hairline, there was a bit of bleeding in his scalp, you assumed thats what caused him to pass out.

You tiptoe to the bathroom, grabbing a first aid kit and begining to clean him up with a warm rag and bandages.

You even unbraid his hair, dressing the wound in his scalp and braiding it back in a way that wouldn’t irritate the healing.

He doesnt stir in the slightest, seemingly a heavy sleeper.

After you’re finished, you carefully move him to your bed, and cuddle up beside him. You get close, but dont touch him, then slowly you drift off to sleep.

When Miles wakes up, his initial response is panic. He begins to look around, trying to pinpoint where he is.

He flinches as he lifts his arm to rub the sleep from his eyes.

“Good morning.” You say, emerging from the bathroom dressed for school the day.

He watches as you begin to do your hair in the mirror.

“G’mornin.” He mumbles, still watching you.

“How are you feeling?” You ask. He looks down, analyzing how you dressed his wounds.

“Im fine. Sore. You aint do too bad here.” He says. Now you can really hear his accent without the mask.

“Good. Good… you scared me yknow, I was worried.” You mumble.

Miles furrows his eyes, but he keeps quiet.

He watches as you grab you bookbag and your keys.

“Your suit is in my closet. I set out clean towels in my bathroom if you want to shower. My dad is gone for the day, you can make yourself something to eat if you’d like. Leave whenever you want, just please close my window when you go.” You say, hand on the doorframe.

“Okay………..….thank you.” he mumbles, still staring hard at you.

“You’re welcomeee…..” You leave the sentence open.

“…..Miles.” He says softly.

“Miles.” You repeat.

“Get some rest.” You say, opening the door.

“And dont be a stranger.”

His gaze lingers on the doorway even long after you’ve left.

And when you come home, Miles is gone.

The towels are in the hamper, his suit is gone from the closet, your bed is made, and the window is closed, its like he was never there at all.

But then sitting on your desk, theres $300 cash and a small note.

“Thanks again, Hermosa……-Miles”

#miles morales x reader #miles morales #spider man: across the spider verse #across the spiderverse #earth 42 #earth 42 miles morales x reader #earth 42 miles x reader #miles x reader

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ghostieyanyan · 7 months

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If you don’t mind, which yandere twst boys do you see being most likely to exploit a mentally exhausted prefect to kidnap them?

To clarify, I think it can be argued that the prefect would be absolutely done with NRC after six life-or-death situations due to the overblots on top of being forced to adapt to education system of another world and putting up with the quality of students at NRC. You can’t tell me that a school full of villains would treat the only magicless student well. That just screams prime opportunity to manipulate the prefect into leaving NRC to go somewhere “safer” with one of the boys.

Once again, I’m just curious about your thoughts so don’t feel pressured to respond!

yes yes yes!!!

poor perfect tired to the bone from crowly and the other students. if only there was a knight and shining armor that can come and save them.

No longer an accidentally post! But I mean it did help me finish it lol

~Mental-Exhausted!Mc~

Yan!Riddle x mc

Yan!Leona x mc

Yan!Jamil x mc

Yan!Lilia x mc

Warnings: yandere, kidnapping, drug use (shrink potion), abusive behavior, chains, collar, gag, parenthood (gender-neutual), gritting teeth(?) (I know some people hate it so ill put it in here), not a lot of proof-reads,

~~~~~

Riddle

yes, riddle was the first overblot (technically) and after his overblot, he felt awful about how he behaved. he was supposed to look after Heartslaybu but he ended up becoming his mother. he hated himself for that.

So now, not only is he taking better care of his dorm, with the help of his dorm. but whenever he sees you, he tries his best to check up on you.

How are you? Do you need help with any school assignments? etc.

they all had sweet intents at first but over time, you started to look drain.. like the life was sucked right out of you. when he asked ace and deuce, they confirmed that you were just tired of all the overblots and being crowley's lap dog. if only he knew how to help you...

at first he asked, trey and cater about how he should help you. they were mature enough to know, right?

cater, being cater, teased him on "having a crush on the perfect" or how he phrased it "oooohhh you are down bad!! lol" whatever that means...

Trey said that maybe ask the perfect if they do need help. but Riddle knows the perfect, they'll say they're fine even when they're not..

riddle felt lost and swallowed his pride as he dials his mother's number.

his mother was furious with the fact that riddle was facing an issue he cant fix himself but what she said about perfect shocked him.

"well.. maybe if this perfect isn't as perfect as their title, maybe they don't belong in Night Raven College!"

with that... the call ended.

now that he wasn't being held by his mother's strings, he saw red...! no one talks about his perfect like that! but.. she has a point.. (which makes him more frustrated) if perfect is miserable here... maybe they shouldn't be attending NRC. but where would they go...?

when he thought about that, he realized he didn't really want to be away from you... you mean too much to him.

so later that day, he requested you to join him in his room, he need to talk to you. you agreed cause why would you be cautious with someone you trust, plus you were too tired to worry about how strange the request was. he gave you tea and asked if you were okay.. you said yes, just stressed with some classes and drank you tea. it tasted... off.

you feel yourself shrinking.. you were shrinking!

you looked at riddle and he was just smiling at you! he picked you up and placed you into a tea pot.

"it'll be okay, my dear. once i graduate and get us a nice home, we'll live our happy lives away from this stress and... toxic poison. But for now, you'll have to behave. i love you, my dear"

~~~~~

Leona

Whether you noticed him or not, Leona watches you run back and forth, from hallway to hallway. Kinda like a mouse running around for food but also staying hidden. Sometimes your running around helps him sleep or just ease him to a zen.

He'd normally wouldn't bat an eye because you're just a lap dog for that crow. But after time has past. He watched as you get slower, more exhausted. like you're pushing to prove something. It ercked him more than he would like. It hit too close to home for him.

When he finally was able to approach you on the matter, you looked like your soul was taken from you. Something within just snapped. He had enough of this. He made the call and suddenly, savanaclaw students came to your side and dragged you to leona's room. If you try to resist, Leona lucky told them to not hurt you too badly. But accidents happens. With their rough handling, you blacked out.

You wake up with a pretty collar around your neck and a chain attach to it? You look around and this is not your ramshackle room. You tried to sit up for a better look and get quick pulled down by the chain collar. It nearly broke your neck! But Leona would say you're being dramatic.

"Quick moving, im trying to sleep.."

You looked and saw Leona. He was laying on your chest and his legs were holding your legs down. He was like a strange weighted blanket. He wasn't in his school uniform but looks like he's in home attire?

"Where are we, leona..?"

You said, scared cause your literally in the hands of a lion that could kill you really quick..

He ears twitched and he looked up at you, bored. But he let out a smirk.

"Were home~"

It took you a minute to process what he said... home? Apparently your confused was evident on your face and leona let out a long sigh. He moved or above you, pining you down.

"Were at Sunset Savanna palace and WE are both gonna be staying here until I can trust you'll be a good obedient herbivore and stay by my side."

You were lost for words and unconsciously started to struggle under leona. Trying to push him off, kicking your legs, he got really annoyed when you accidentally pinched his tail with the bed and your foot.

His retaliation was to slam you down, knocking the wind out of your lungs. As you were gasping for air, he bit you really hard on your throat. You let out a silent scream. You thought you were going to die. This was your last moment of life.

Leona eventually let's go but quickly replacing his fangs with his hand.

"You WILL be obedient... do I make myself clear.."

That wasn't a question.. it was a demand.

~~~~~

Jamil

Jamil hardly noticed you.. PERIOD.

He's busy not only taking care of scarabia but also their housewarden. While his housewarden takes the credit.. he hated it. And the fact his housewarden is so happy go lucky to him too. Makes his blood boil!!

Jamil truly believed that no one would feel his pain, his struggles.. because everyone sees Kalim "success" before anything!

You and Jamil were in the housewarden meeting, well on the outside of the office during the meeting. Jamil had to be there because Kalim and you were there for Crowley...

You both had a quick moment until you asked him hows he been? He lends his head back against the wall and sighs. You laugh at his actions.

"I get that, hehe"

His eye twitched.

"Do you now..?"

"Heh.. I really do. I'm here for Crowley, even tho he's the Headmage. He's like a spoiled brat with responsibility... and HE knowing more about this world, and the work he does for it, more than I do. But nooo... he still gives it to me!"

Jamil stares at you as you vent about your stress and struggles in NRC. He honestly thought that your life is harder than his! How on the seven do you-?

The doors to the office opens and you and jamil both stand up. The other housewardens walked off and kalim ran to jamil, like a parent picking up their kid in kindergarten.

Jamil sighs, seeing kalim's face makes him exhausting... he quickly looks at you, not turning his head to not make it obvious. You were walking into Crowley's office as he hands you a big stack of papers. He practically saw the light in your eyes fade... he HAS to do something.. but what?

A few days past and he just watched you get more exhausted. The more he watches you the more his feelings for you grows. And the more he watched you get degraded the more he wants to set the world on fire for you..

You couldn't hold a conversation as long as you use to now! What is Crowley making you do?

His hand balled into fist. Then he get an idea.. he's always wanted to do this but never thought about it, there will be come changes to the plan with you in it but it could work!

It was in the evening and he stopped by the Ramshackle dorm. With shaking hands he knocked. He can't believe he's gonna do it.

You answer and he quick took out a cloth from his pocket and covered your mouth. Your struggles were pointless with his strength and your muffled screams wasn't going to be heard by anyone since you practically lived in the middle of nowhere. You went limp and he smile grew.

You woke up, chained, gaged, and blindfolded. You didn't know where you were you were so scared.. but you hear foot steps...

"Good morning, my little desert flower~ im sorry I had to contain you like this, I can't risk anymore seeing you. But once we leave the Isle of Sages, ill let you see."

~~~~~

Lilia

Lilia has been watching you since that first day you came here. How much chaos your presence cause, not including Grims presence, was amazing.

He'd be lying if he said he didn't feel something for you after that first day.

Whenever you're doing anything, he watches. And if hes busy, he has his bats watch you instead. They'll report any and everything about you. Including the dark circles appear under your eyes.

To say he was a little pissed... was an understandment. How dare the Crow hurt someone he cared for..

Lilia had half a mind to just get rid of Crowley with a big display of his remand.. but his kids will be scar so probably not.

He'd would think about if for a bit and told himself, why not just take you to live in Briar Valley? You could live there and he'd support you and care for you. You have a caring personal type with how much you take care of those first years.

You'll make a perfect parent...

Lilia stopped by Ramshackle dorm for a "surprised visit". You thought his strange behavior was just lilia being a strange guy? Meanwhile lilia felt like he was young again when he's with you. He felt shy and anxious. He was all fidgety and not making 100% eye contact with you.

Oh by the seven, you stir something within him and its not unwelcomed.

"Lilia? I don't mean to be rude but.. umm... why are you here..? You kinda came at a bad time.. Crowley has some paper work he wants me to fill out for him.."

Lilia fidgeting stop and if you had his super hear, you'd hear him grit his teeth for a moment.

He flips around suddenly and gets a unsettling smile.

"I came because I just remembered a old story and I wanted to tell someone before it slips my mind!"

You stared at Lilia but nodded for him to continue.

"Do you remember when I told you about the story of the Thorn Fairy? And how she put a curse on this cute little human~?"

With every word he spoke, he got closer to you.. you tried to make some distance but it quickly was put to a halt when lilia grabbed your arm.

"L-ilia.. You're hurting me.."

You tried to pull away but nothing can compete with Lilia's strength.

"Did I also tell you that with skill and focus, a powerful mage, can change the effect of such a powerful spell~?"

You're particularly trembling at this point. He got up really close to you and he shows you a small sewing needle.

"I promise, it won't be too long. Just long enough for everyone to stop looking for you~"

{I didn’t give Lilia an art piece because I drew something similar already}

#twst fanart #twst #twst headcanons #twst wonderland #disney twst #yandere twst #art #digital art #disney twisted wonderland #twst x reader

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friendsoup · 5 months

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HALLO!! I THE ONE WHO REQ THE MEDI AND DIKKE FIC AND OMG THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR YOUR WONDERFUL WRITING!!! I ABSOLUTELY LOVE HOW YOUR WROTE THEM ALL. I legit have lot of fun reading it and laughing at poor digger but got bully by two serious person. I really adore how you write their interactions that just seem in character of them and then the end had me screaming in giddyness.

If is okay could i req again for medi and dikke with a reader that often sleep randomly at the most uncoventional of place, which is how vertin found out your relationship with them. Feel free to decline if you cant but still thank you so much again for writing my req i really love it and i hope you have a nice day!! 😭💖💖

Also i so sorry for ranting

A Quiet Moment

Recipe: Established romantic relationships, GN! Reader, Reader x Medicine Pocket, Reader x Dikke, Dumbass and idiot used as petnames, You and Medi try to out fluster each other, Dikke is a super simp for you, Vertin is supportive WC: 2,001

Chef's Note: WAAAHHH I'm glad you enjoyed the last one!!! I had a lot of fun writing it!!! I'm super happy to write for you again, anon! Don't be afraid to be a repeat customer! If you want, you can assign yourself an emoji even :0! Anyways, I had fun writing this! I have a bunch of requests I gotta bang out though....hehe

Medicine Pocket wasn’t the type for “love”. Or any other foolish emotions. They’ve always found romance to be such a stupid waste of time, taking away from more important things, like their research. More than once a scientist on their team would do something absent mindedly while thinking of their wife at home. Then they’d mess up, ruining Medi’s most important results. Those times were met with no sympathy, Medi ruthlessly tearing into her team members for their foolishness.

…However, you were kinda cute. And interesting. That’s what Medi liked about you most. You were strange, not like the other people they’ve met. They liked everything about you that was different. Your laugh, your personality, your interests. They found it fascinating the way you thought, the way you acted. Medi wanted to study you, and if that wasn’t love? They didn’t know what was. However, the two of you had been keeping things on the low. Medi didn’t want their reputation as a mad scientist to be tarnished, nor did they want to show any weakness in front of their fellow arcanists. Not to mention that you had a reputation of your own to uphold, and a lack of close friends on your team to blab to. The two of you kept quiet about your little arrangement, but that was fine. Neither of you felt the need to brag, and given how fast gossip spread around the suitcase, the two of you were happy to stay far from it. But oh, the foolishness of a person in love never fails.

Naps had always been one of your favorite ways to pass the time, and with how much training you were getting, a heavy layer of exhaustion hung over you like a blanket. No matter how hard you tried to fight it, you were always a few seconds from falling asleep. Lost within your own dreamy haze.

Today just happened to be especially tiring. You were helping out with some chores around the suitcase, preparing for the next mission, when you felt the strong siren call of another nap wash through you. You dragged yourself through the halls, your body too tired to stay upright for long. You needed a place to sleep, and quickly. You found your respite in the dining room, underneath the table. It was nowhere near meal time, so you were certain you’d be undisturbed for a while. Dropping to a crawl, you made your way underneath and placed your head on the wooden floor. It wasn’t comfortable, far from it, but it was enough for you to begin to drift off. Medi hadn’t been looking for you. At least, they didn’t think they were. They’d been wandering all day, avoiding chores like the plague and ignoring the urge to continue their studies. They’d been suffering through a major creative block with their experiments, which frustrated them to no end. They were a genius! Why couldn’t they get it together?

Medi found you underneath the table. At first they laughed at the sight, then a fond smile came to their face. And then, realization. “[Y/N]!” They called, kneeling down to your side. “You’re going to hurt your back if you sleep on the hard floor!” They warned, shaking you awake.

Groggily, you turned to them, annoyed that your nap had been cut short. “Nuh-uh.” “The fuck do you mean ‘Nuh-uh’?!” They exclaimed, “Dumbass! You’re going to hurt yourself! What are you thinking?!” “Tired.” You answer. “So, so tired.” Medi bites their fingertip through the glove, narrowing their eyes at you. “I’ll have to take a blood test to make sure you’re healthy. Even for an idiot like you, this isn’t healthy.”

“You’re worried.” You state, a warm smile growing on your sleepy face. “Nuh-uh!” Medicine Pocket shoots back, turning their face away from you. You can see a blush on their cheeks.

“You know…” You begin, reaching for their hand, “I might sleep better if I have something to rest my head on.” Medicine Pocket’s face grows redder, a pout twisting their expression. “What are you getting at, dumbass? Spit it out!”

“Can I rest my head on your lap?” You ask, bluntly.

Medi covers their face with their hand, still not daring to look at you. A smug smile grows on your lips, enjoying how much you’ve flustered your partner. You don’t expect them to agree, PDA isn’t something the both of you necessarily enjoy. It’s more a game of chicken, seeing who bends first. Medicine Pocket swallows, then nods. “Of course you can.”

Your eyes widen in surprise. “Oh, I wasn’t serious!” You argue, the thought of PDA making your face heat up. “Too late to back out now!” They giggle, scooching next to you. They take a seat right next to your head, patting their lap. “Come on, sweetheart, take a nap with me.”

The pet name, despite how mockingly it’s used, sends an arrow straight through your heart. Though you’re hesitant, the offer is appealing. Cuddling with Medi isn’t something you often get to do, and here they are, presenting you with the opportunity. And so you lift your head, and place it on their lap. They squeak instantly, the flush returning to their face all at once. “Hey! What if someone sees us?” “They won’t.” You mutter, already losing the battle to sleep. You yawn. Medicine Pocket is so warm, and feels so soft beneath your head. You could stay like this forever, you think. “Nobody will.”

“Are you sure?” Medicine Pocket asks, yet they get no answer. You’ve already fallen asleep, lost in your own dreams. Medicine Pocket sighs, putting a hand on your head and stroking your hair softly. You remind them of one of their dogs like this. All gentle and cute. They find themselves smiling uncontrollably, lost in the bliss of being close to you. About a half hour later, Vertin enters the dining room. “Medicine Pocket? [Y/N]?” She calls, glancing around the room. “Where did the two of you go?” She asks herself, a scowl deepening on her face. The two of you were skipping your responsibilities, and as leader, she had to get you both on track. Medi froze, eyes wide with fear. They couldn’t be caught in a situation like this! Especially by the Timekeeper! But they also couldn’t escape! Your sleeping face was just too cute, they didn’t want to disturb it!

And then you snored. It was a slight, quick breath, but Vertin is a very perceptive girl, and she heard it right away.

“[Y/N]?” Vertin asked, “Are you napping again? You’ve ought to get your tiredness checked out by a-” She leaned over to peer under the table, locking eyes with Medicine pocket. “Oh!” Vertin exclaimed, before her eyes fell upon you, slumbering away. “Oooh.” “It’s not what it looks like!” Medi objected, keeping their voice to a hush. “It’s just- I’m just! It’s an experiment! They’re a test subject to me!” A light danced in Vertin's eyes as she saw you two, though her face bore no changed expression. “It’s alright. Your secret is safe with me.” She gave a curt nod, and stood. “Vertin- Wait!” Medicine called behind her, panic in their voice. “You’ve got it all wrong! No!” “You have nothing to worry about.” Vertin reassured them. “I wish you two love and prosperity.”

“Vertin?!”

Though Vertin did not breathe a word to a single soul, the suitcase was alight a week later with rumors of the new couple among their numbers. And though your days of being a quiet couple were over, at least Medi didn’t feel so embarrassed to be seen sleeping next to you anymore.

Her Peace

Dikke had never been a fan of romance in plays.

The way bards would speak on and on about the sweetness of love, of the bliss of another’s touch, of the pangs in one’s heart, it didn’t seem possible to her. How could love be so powerful? She’d felt romance before, towards some fellow knights, though her feelings never clouded her judgment. She always managed to keep a clear mind, and was able to keep her thoughts rational. The stuff the bards spoke of was hyperbole. …You muddied that belief. Dikke was unbelievably weak for you. It scared her, in all honesty. She’d never been so vulnerable around someone before. Your smile made her sway, your laugh made her weak in the knees. She found herself thinking of you late into the night, unable to close her eyes without seeing your face. The walls she’d spent so many years building, crashed around her. Destroyed by a single person. Nobody knew of this relationship of yours. It wasn’t as though it was secret, it just wasn’t something you discussed with other people. Dikke didn’t often speak on matters of the heart, and you never found a good excuse to bring it up. And thus, the suitcase was unaware of the budding relationship in their midsts. Dikke had been training for hours. It was what she did to clear her mind, to calm her anxieties. There was something comforting about doing repeated exercises. It kept both her and her blade sharp. However, it was also extraordinarily tiring. The hard labor strained her muscles, making each movement painful. Though she was careful to never overexert herself, she still remained sore after each intensive workout. This time was no different.

Dikke dragged herself through the forest, focusing on her deep breaths. Birds sang in the trees around her, the same songs they’d sung in her homeland. Bees buzzed by her, brushing gently against her as she walked, clumsily making their way through. The same way they did a hundred years ago. And before then as well. Dikke lost herself in thought as she walked, allowing the nostalgia to ease her weary bones. And then she saw you. Like something out of a fairytale. You were sprawled beneath a grand oak tree, your chest rising and falling in a gentle rhythm. Dikke was stunned by your beauty, completely beside herself at the sight of you. Was it OK for her to see you like this? So vulnerable and pretty? Her heartbeat quickened, it was so loud she was worried it would wake you. You looked so peaceful, it made her dizzy. The fact that you could sleep so soundly here, without a care in the world… She wanted that tranquility. That trust in the world. Dikke sat next to you in the plush grass, keeping her guard up. She couldn’t just leave you here! What if something happened? She’d never forgive herself! As quietly as she could, she removed her cape, draping it over you in a single movement. Dikke loved the view of you in her cape. Seeing it made it hard for her to think, her brain only filled with thoughts of you. Surely it was alright to indulge. Just this once? You wouldn’t mind the company, would you? Holding her breath, Dikke laid beside you, leaving a few inches of space between the two of you. She didn’t want to intrude, but she wanted some of that peace. Some of that tranquility you held.

It didn’t take long for her to fall asleep. The mix of the workout and your presence was too much on her weary mind. By the time Vertin found the two of you, you were entangled in each other’s arms. Your head on Dikke’s chest, and her face pressed into your hair. The sight surprised the timekeeper, though she knew better than to react. She didn’t want to risk waking you up.

Later, Vertin would seek you out. “I see you’ve found your knight in shining armor.” She tells you. Though it doesn’t reach her face, you can hear the smirk in her voice. “What do you mean by that?” You ask, confused. “I wish you and Dikke well. That’s all you need to know.” She responds. You grow too flustered to continue the conversation any further.

#x reader #reverse 1999 #reverse 1999 x reader #Dikke #Dikke x reader #Dikke x you #Dikke reverse 1999 #Medicine Pocket #Medicine Pocket x reader #Medicine Pocket x you #Medicine Pocket reverse 1999 #fanfic #reader insert #Let's Make Friend Soup!#Order Up!

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st6rrrs · 11 months

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DARK MOON | RAFE

CAMERON X TOPPER THORTON

please enjoy!! do not copy, steal, or use any of my work :))

Summary: y/n’s on an overnight school trip and she is forced to be partnered up with rafe Cameron and topper thorton Sarah’s brother and her boyfriend. The trip is not at all what she expects when rafe and topper decides to plan something.

Warnings: NON-CON,violence, dub-con, smut, breeding kink kind of, cursing, 18+... please let me know if I missed any.

MINORS DNI!!!

Characters: Rafe Cameron x Topper Thorton x Reader

A/N: this is my first ever time writing smut especially NON-CON so please be patient and thanks for reading 🙏

You roll you’re eyes as you walk behind rafe and topper to the hotel room carrying three heavy bags which rafe nor topper helped you with. they were whispering and laughing while you were trying not to fall over. you couldn’t just take the elevator because it was “out of order” so you guys were forced to walk up the stairs to the fourth floor.

“I would fuck her so hard man” topper says to rafe while laughing, you roll you’re eyes again, why the fuck did Mr. Steven’s have to assign you with two hormonal teenage boys.

“True that” they laugh as we make it into the hotel room, You shake you’re head , huff, and throw you’re stuff down on the bed. Pulling your phone out checking the time 8:47pm , when you realized that there was only two beds. You hoped that the two boys would sleep in the same bed as each other.

“Bro there’s only two beds” rafe mentions to topper. “ well there’s no fucking way I’m sleeping in the same bed as you” topper said while looking at you.

“Yo y/n” you turn around to look at both rafe and topper stand side by side “what?” “Which one of us would you rather sleep with?” Topper says “excuse me?” “Like sleep, like take a nap with” topper laughs looking at rafe “unless you would rather do the other thing too”. Rafe tries holding in his laugh but fails terribly.

“Uhm no and I don’t know” “why cant you guys just share the bed together?”

“Why cant you just pick one of us?” Rafe says getting frustrated. You sigh “ugh fine rafe i guess” you say as you turn back around to get your night clothes out.

“Why rafe?” Topper ask “cause it would be weird to share a bed with your friends boyfriend” you say as you’re still picking out you’re clothes. “but you’ll sleep with her brother?” Your starting to get angry why the fuck are they pestering you about why you picked who you picked topper should be happy you didn’t pick him.

“Listen you guys told me to pick someone and I picked someone now leave me the fuck alone” you says as you gather ur clothes and walk towards the bathroom walking in and locking it behind you

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Rafes pov

As y/n walks to the bathroom you couldn’t help yourself but look her up and down you weren’t gonna lie she was hot. You turned to topper almost immediately.

“Bro that’s what I need to get my hands on” rafe says to topper

“Who y/n?”

“Fuck yeah didn’t you just see her she is fine as shit” “ I needa fuck that” topper looked at you like you were crazy at first but then started thinking about it,

“I mean yea you could say that”

“Listen top I gotta plan and you’re gonna like it since Sarah ain’t putting out”.

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Y/n’s pov

As you finished putting you’re shorts that barely covered you’re ass and you’re crop top you heard them mumbling about something out there but you didn’t really care so you just ignored it. You were honestly exhausted from today all the walking and talking you had to do, you just wanted to go to sleep and never wake up

As you walk out the bathroom rafe and topper are already in bed they both immediately look at you as you walk over to rafe getting in the bed climbing over him to get to the other side of the bed as you get under the covers you feel one of rafes hands on your thighs squeezing it hard probably bruising it.

“Oww rafe what the fuck is wrong with you”

“Shut the fuck up y/n” rafe basically yells at you gesturing topper over here. You try to get up but rafe climbs on top of you pinning you’re shoulders down onto the bed beneath you looking at you with hunger while you look up at him with fear and confusion, topper walks over with the same looking eyes as rafe.

That’s when you felt something poke you between your legs rubbing against you’re cunt it felt good but you didn’t want you. You tried pushing him off but he was far stronger than you

“Listen y/n this is either gonna go one way or another” “ you’re not gonna fight us I really don’t wanna hurt you’re pretty little face” some tears fell out you’re eyes as you looked at rafe then topper. You smacked rafe on his cheek he looks back down on to you and grabs you’re throat choking you while taking you’re shorts off then throwing them across the room

“god she’s so pretty when she cries isn’t she top?”

“Gorgeous”

“Top get your ass over here stop standing there looking retarted” “help me get her shirt off”

Topper rushes over and pulles you’re shirt off while rafe pulles your underwear down sticking two fingers in you’re cunt going in and out repeatedly, you couldn’t help but whimper at the feeling.

“You’re wet for someone who doesn’t want it” rafe smirks.

“please- please-“ i sob begging him to stop, my body convulsing, eyes rolling in the back of my head

Topper laughs while throwing my bra across the room and starts sucking on my hard nipples I moan loudly making rafe laugh.

Rafe pulls his fingers out and pulls down his shorts and underwear

“Rafe… no stop please” he moves his tip through my folds then Lining his tip with my entrance

“Topper stop” you push him but he’s not moving rafe grabs your throat then pushing into you thrusting in and out slow at first but starting to speed up.

Topper pulls down his shorts and underwear and shoves his dick in you’re throat making you gag repeatedly

“Fuck y/n ,you’re so tight” rafe groaned, tears coming out you’re eyes as you’re still gagging on toppers cock.

Rafe notices you start to zone out so he grabs you’re jaw

“Look at topper well you’re choking on his dick”

You do what he says cause you’re to scared to see what happens when you don’t listen.

“Good girl. Keep them teeth back." Topper fills your mouth, unable to breathe as he fucks your throat hard, You gag, trying to keep your teeth back as he takes what he wants. You're getting dizzy. Droll drips down your chin. Topper is stretching out your mouth and Rafe pinches your nose shut.

Why were you enjoying this? You hated them. But you'd always secretly fantasized about being used. You just didn't plan on it being Rafe and Topper.

Topper finally pulls out of your mouth and lets rafe finish as he walks to the bathroom turning on the shower and closing the door.

Rafe grunts, slamming into you at a rate that will leave you sore for days. You cum with a scream, your nails biting into rafe’s shoulders as an ungodly amount of liquid gushes from you. You hear a laugh and a curse, your body going limp as you drop your head back down onto the pillow.

“You fucking squirted all over me.” You barely register rafe’s words as he slams in hard one last time, panting as he releases inside you. he pulls out and places a gentle kiss on my chest.

Rafe wipes the sweat from his brows and puts his pants back on, he walks over to the table and pours himself another glass of whiskey that he brought in his luggage.

Rafe sits across from my numb body and watch me recover

you’re such a good girl” Rafe praises “you’re never getting rid of me”.

#rafe smut #rafe cameron #outer banks #rafe imagine #rafe cameron smut #topper thorton smut

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haleyhunwritess · 1 year

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OKAY have you heard of letting someone cry themselves to sleep if theyre having sleep problems and can't sleep without their caregiver😅😅? Would you be willing to write something like that for little!reader with daddy!stucky? Maybe they had a nightmare and cant sleep by themselves so steve wants to try this but bucky doesn't want to? idk if that makes sense hahaha

𝐁𝐞𝐝𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐓𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐛𝐥𝐞𝐬

warnings: FLUFF, mentions of nightmare and sleep problems, daddy!stucky x little!reader

a/n: I AM SO SOFT FOR THIS, I'm struggling to finish my assignment that's due tmr morning so I wanted to work on something else to get my mind off it, and what is better than stucky taking care of little!reader hahah

Ever since you had a nightmare a few weeks ago, you refused to go to sleep unless either Bucky or Steve were with you. For a few days, Steve was by your side whenever you asked him to cuddle you during nap time or bedtime. It was a good thing that their work schedule was so flexible that they could work from home sometimes and be there to take care of you. However, Steve soon realized that if they continue to do this then you would never be able to go to sleep by yourself.

Steve decided that they would start by only cuddling with you during bedtime, but for nap time they would leave after tucking you in, and if they were weren't home then you'd have to get yourself ready for nap time. Of course, Bucky didn't agree with this. He found it impossible to just let you cry it out until you fell asleep. Steve eventually convinced him by telling him they need to be sure you can take care of yourself if they ever have to leave you alone for a few days because of work or an emergency.

After a week or so, Steve noticed that whenever they weren't working from home, Bucky would always go home for lunch and then come back after an hour or so. At first, Steve thought that maybe Bucky was just checking up on you. However, he decided to check up on Bucky one day and caught him cuddling you during nap time. You were asleep and didn't need Bucky there but he wanted to stay just in case you woke up. He didn't even notice Steve until he called his name.

He groaned, getting out of bed and walking into the hallway to talk to Steve, "Look I know-"

"Bucky, I already told you she needs this."

"But what if she has a nightmare? Or what if she's hurt? Maybe it's not such a bad idea that one of us is here all the time." He shrugged, looking down at the ground.

"We're not having this discussion again." Steve mumbled, dragging him downstairs to drive him back to work.

Once they returned to work, Steve felt good about their talk on the way there. He made some good points that they need to be sure you can take care of yourself in case they're not around. He also pointed out that this might help you get over the nightmare, and perhaps get over your fear of sleeping by yourself. Bucky nodded along and agreed that those were all good points. Steve was proud of him. He didn't think Bucky would agree to this so quickly.

Steve decided that maybe they would go home early today, so he stopped by Bucky's office to get him, he wasn't there. His stuff wasn't there so maybe he already left but he never leaves without telling him so that was a bit odd. He tried to call Bucky but he didn't pick up. He decided maybe he should go home to check if he's already there.

When he got home, he noticed both you and Bucky watching a movie on the couch. You were lying down on top of him, all snuggled up while he had his arms wrapped around you. Bucky groaned as he noticed Steve standing in the living room next to them.

"Oh for God's sake Bucky, we just talked about this!" Steve exclaimed, as he picked you up.

Bucky quickly sat up and tried to explain himself, "No no it's okay, she couldn't sleep so we're just watching a movie until she feels sleepy again."

"Bucky we talked about this..." Steve carefully put you down on the ground before bending down next to you, "Hey bubba I think I saw Ellie Bunny sitting at the table by herself, why don't you go grab her for naptime, huh?"

You quickly smiled and nodded, running over to the table to grab your beloved plushie.

Steve sat down on the couch next to Bucky, groaning, "Look we can't keep doing this. She needs this."

"I can't help it, if I hear her crying I'm gonna go make sure she's okay." Bucky said, getting up from the couch to turn the TV off.

"I know you only wanna comfort her, and these mama bear instincts are adorable," Bucky opened his mouth to interrupt as soon as he heard the words 'mama bear instincts' but Steve continued "but she needs to be able to sleep by herself. She'll never be able to do that if you just keep coddling her. You think it doesn't break my heart to hear her cry and not go to her?"

"I-"

"This is for her own good, okay?" Steve sighed, getting up from the couch to help you get tucked back in for nap time.

After dinner, Steve decided that since you had Bucky next to you for nap time, maybe they could try to have you sleep on your own during bedtime. Bucky flat out refused as soon as heard the idea but Steve wouldn't budge.

Eventually, you tired yourself out from all the crying and fell asleep. Bucky decided that if he heard you crying at any point during the night then he'll bring you back to bed. Steve told him that that wouldn't be necessary.

In the middle of the night, Bucky reached over to Steve's side but found it empty. He quickly got up and walked over to your room. He quietly chuckled to himself when he noticed Steve next to you, humming softly and brushing his fingers through your hair. Steve groaned lightly as he noticed Bucky,

"What happened to-"

"Not a word. We'll discuss it tomorrow, go back to bed."

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#daddy!bucky #daddy!steve #daddy!bucky x little!reader #daddy!bucky x reader #daddy!stucky #daddy!stucky x little!reader #bucky fluff #steve x little!reader #steve fluff #steve rogers fic #bucky x reader #bucky barnes fic

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what type of roommate they are

A/n:college has been kicking my ass lately.These are small headcanons of what type of roommate they would be

warnings:fluff,mention of fighting,mentions of smoking weed and a bit of angst on zhongli’s part

🐋Childe/tartaglia

🐋Let’s start with that he’s the worst out of everyone on this list,not that hes moody or anything along the lines but because hes one of the messy ones,not only that but he also loves teasing you

🐋he will leave his stuff everywhere in the apartment and then you have to go pick them up one by one or else they will be left there for week upon on weeks ,you learned that lesson the hard way when he left one of his plates in his room and it got spoiled.

🐋He will always come back extremly drunk after he comes back from the parties he usaully goes,you will hear him stumble across the kitchen,the first time that happened you thought you were getting robbed.You usually help him with his hangover as you see him curled up in a ball.

🐋He is suprisingly a very good cook,he usually cooks for you if he sees that you are really tired and to make up for all his teasing as he says.

🐋Even if hes a little teasing piece of shit,he will always be there for you,if you need a shoulder to cry on or complain to him about your problems

🐋‘‘come on Ajax’‘you said dragging him in the apartment.

he was out on one of his usual parties when he called to come and pick him up since he was too drunk to drive himself back.

‘‘you are so heavy’‘struggling to carry him as you pushed him on the living room couche so he could la down and relieve the pressure from your should as you felt that you were going to get crashed by his weight.

‘‘my fucking head hurts’‘he groaned in pain covering his eyes with his forearms as they were too sensitive to the light.

‘‘stay here im going to bring you some water,do you need anything else Ajax’‘you asked him,as you marched towards the kitchen pouring him a glass of water and getting him a painkiller and returned to the living room.

Sitting up,he reached for the glass,taking small sip,he swallowed the painkiller before putting the glass back on the table.

His eyes still looking foggy from the headache still.

‘‘can you keep me some company untill the pain goes away?’‘he questioned,placing his head on your lap using your thighs as a pillow,looking up at you with puppy eyes to convince you to stay with him.

‘‘fine’‘you signed holding his head softly on your hands stroking his cheeks.after sometime passed you went to check up on him,looking down you were quickly greeted with an asleep ajax on your lap sleeping calmly.

🐉zhongli

🐉the best roommate someone can have

🐉Hes super clean and quiet the perfect combo,he usually studies in his room,and if you need any help with your assignments hes always there to help you and share his knowlage with you.

🐉Hes a clean freak,he cant stand things not being in their place or out of order,if he sees that you forgot something where it shouldnt be,he will always drop hints like ‘’i think you forgot something on the table’’ for you to come and pick it up

🐉Hes also an amazing cook,he cooks for the both of you,unlike the other people on this list ,zhongli has an expensive taste,you still dont know where he gets all this money from to make those expensive dishes.

🐉Hes also an amazing emotional support but unlike childe,he will actually give you good advices or help you through your tough times.

🐉zhongli was standing right outside your door,he was going to ask you if you wanted to go shopping with him when all of a sudden he heard crying coming from your room.

‘‘are you ok dear, can i come in,so we can talk?’‘ ’‘zhongli asked,knocking softly

‘‘no,but you can come in’‘you said from the other side,your voice still shaky from crying.

Entering the room,he sat next to you on your bed,placing a hand on your back trying to calm you down.

‘‘what happened may i ask?,if you want to of course, i will still stay here until you calm down’‘he said,reassuring you that he will still be there for you no matter the answer you give him.

‘‘i studied for this exam and still failed’‘tears creeping up from your eyes,as you explained the situation to zhongli.

‘‘its not the end of the world im sure you will learn from your mistakes,there is always a next time,im sure you will do better next time’‘he said with a soft smile on his lips,stroking your back softly.

His small speech giving you back the onfidence that you need,as you wipe your face with the sleeves of your shirt clearing yur vision.

‘‘you are probably right zhongli,there is alway a next time’‘you answered back at him with the same soft smile.

‘‘i was going to ask you if you want to come shopping with me,are you still up for the idea?’‘he questioned,waiting for an answer from you.

‘‘sure let me get ready first and we can go,i actually needed some new shoes’‘

💀xiao

💀Xiao is a unique roommate,hes not bad nor good,hes more like neutral.

💀he will lock himself in his room for hours upon hours on end and come out only if he needs to eat something or go to the bathroom.

💀he smokes weed,sometimes when you pass by his room,you can smell it through the door.You want to ask him to try some but you are too scared to ask him.

💀Hes not the best person to talk to but he is there for you if you need someone to talk to,just dont expect him to give you advices like zhongli does.

💀Both of you have smoked weed together,after finally gathering up the courage to ask him if you could smoke with him which he suprisingly shared with you.laying on xiaos chest his hand wrapped around you as the both of you passed the joint back and forth

‘‘wow take it easy there,its your first time and i dont want anything bad happening to you’‘he aid cautious,taking it quickly away from your hand before you could take another puff.

‘‘i will be fine dont worry’‘you said looking up at him.

‘‘no’‘his answer short and swift,as he took a puff.

‘‘i didnt know you were so chill’‘you stated

‘‘and what did you though about me’‘ he asked confused at your sentence as he continued to smoke.

‘‘well...i though you were one of those moody people that hated socializing,that’s why i was scared to talk to you,i felt a bit intimidated’‘you answered,now wrapping your own arm around his torso,hugging him.

‘‘oh’‘he looked shocked by your answer,catching him off guard

‘‘but i glad i gathered the courage and now we are friends’‘starting to slur over your word as you snuggled on his chest chest your mind starting to go blank as the effects of the drug started to kick in.

💨😒scaramouche

💨😒scara is one of the worst combos moody and sassy.You two fight a lot because of his subtle attitude which ends with you both locking yourselfs in your rooms

💨😒If you leave soemthing somewhere he will tell you something along the lines like ‘’arent you going to pick it up?’’ or ‘’its not going to clean itself’’.

💨😒he is really smart and a good student but refuses to help you if you are having trouble with any of your assignments,he will tell you ‘’google is free’’ and proceed to continue reading his book,you could almost see the small smirk on the side of his mouth everytime he says it.

💨😒hes a good cook but he will ask you to clean the dishes right after he sees you finishing your food.

💨😒if he accidentally hurts you with something he said,he will immediatly apologise to you right after the both of you calmed down,he felt guilt overtake his body as soon as he saw tears threatening to escape your eyes

💨😒You two play a lot of video games together in your free time,one time he dared you to 1v1 him in his favourite game which you ended up winning and then you had a very salty scara asking you for a rematch.

💨😒sitting on the living room couche you both played,games for hours,you tried your best to win against scara but you were greeted yet again win the same scoreboard showing scara at the top and you on the buttom indicating your loss.

‘‘guess who won yet again’‘scara said with his usual sassy tone looking at you with a teasing smile.

‘‘its not fair!you cheated!’‘you yelled in response,pouting angryly.

‘‘i ‘’cheated’‘ sure’‘ he let out a breathy laugh at your angry expression.

‘‘i want a rematch and this time i want go easy on you’‘you demanded looking at him still pissed that you lost.

‘‘fine,but dont expect me to go easy on you either,like i did before,you asked for it afterall’‘he said with a smug expression on his face.

‘‘bet,prepare to loose then’‘

‘‘sure...’‘

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ghouljams · 5 months

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i was re reading your cowboy price and in one of the tags you mention how ducks heard a lot about ghost but cant say anything (when she first meets ghost on assignment) does that mean goose has heard things too?

like she off handedly hears a comment about some otherwordly thing ghost did, didnt hear it was ghost/forgot about it, then years later she wakes ghost up at like 3am going 'that was you!?'

I think for the most part Price has tried to shield Goose from the realities of his work. He might talk about his team generally, maybe share a few anecdotes about less military related things they've done, but not anything mission related. Goose would have heard about a Simon that cracks terrible jokes and makes tea at 4am, a Simon that had a bit of trouble in the past but is making a solid go of it now. She'd hear from Soap about how Ghost is a good mate, how he's always got his back and is the most loyal, trustworthy, man in the 141 ('sides your da of course).

Duck hears about the Ghost that can't sleep, that stares at the wall for hours, that has pits of a deep seated anger in him("I can't see the bottom of it sometimes, love." Price tells her), that burned his own tags when he found his family dead. Duck looks at Ghost that first time she sees him out in the field, and sees a man who scares others so they don't see how terrified he is. She knows Ghost as someone willing to do what needs to be done to a suicidal degree, someone that can't touch other people without worrying his anger will rub off on them, that scrubs himself raw in the shower on bad days just trying to get the stench of corpses off his skin.

Duck knows Ghost. Goose knows Simon, but she doesn't put together that her Simon and the Simon that Price sometimes mentioned are the same person. Price is careful to keep Goose out of the loop on the rougher parts of his job, because in his eyes she doesn't need to know it, it's better to keep her ignorant and hopeful that he'll keep coming home. It's just for Duck that he breaks down, that he sits on the edge of the bed with his head in his hands and asks her how he's supposed to save a man that's already dead. It's Duck that rubs his back and whispers soothing words, that never tells him to leave even though she desperately wants to, because she knows he would, and he'd never forgive himself for it.

I think it's Duck that floats the idea of Ghost retiring with Price. "We have that little guest house out back," She reminds him softly, "You could bring Simon home, give me that son we always talked about." And Price chuckles, her voice so warm and genuine in his ear. He'll think about it, turn the idea over in his mind until his hands have hewn off the rough edges and he can present the idea to Ghost. It'll be a rough transition, he thinks, but Duck never asks for anything if she doesn't mean it, and he'll always give her anything she wants. Besides, it'll be nice to have an extra pair of hands around the farm, and when Goose comes home for the holidays maybe she can show Ghost around town.

#x oc #cod x oc #ghoul speaks #simon ghost riley #captain john price #oc: duck #oc: goose #cowboy au #cowboy 141 #cowboy!price

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auxcordlawd · 2 months

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Part Two: Wandering Thoughts of a Ravenclaw

Summary: Detention with Snape continues as student looks at him in a different manner

Warnings: Age gap, all parties are 18+, mention of heavy petting, flirting

You sit in your final class of the day, Defense Against the Dark Arts, with a knot in your stomach. The last time you saw your Dark Arts professor, he was catching you with a hand up your skirt and shirt. You could barely sleep due to the embarrassment. The lesson was coming to an end, something about dark artifacts. It was Friday, and most students were headed to Hogsmede after their last lesson. Only one week was left in the term with many students facing their end-of-term finals the next week.

“Miss (y/l/n), due to the excursion you will be starting detention earlier today, I will have dinner delivered to your common room when we are finished.” Snape said looking over my desk. You wanted to protest, thinking you’d be able to go to Hogsmede before detention, but you know my effort will be fruitless.

As the class ended you watched students flee out of the classroom to prepare for their excursion. Professor Snape stayed behind clearing his things as you sat there watching him, wondering if you should wait for him, or continue on to his office to wait.

He sensed your reluctance. “Grab my office keys out of my cloak pocket, I highly doubt you can open my office doors with an unlocking spell.”

You realized he was wearing the cloak he spoke of. Not wanting to show any signs of hesitation you hurriedly shoved my hand into the pocket, accidentally grabbing his inner thigh instead of the keys. You blushed as you pulled you hand back, almost sure you grabbed something else. He quickly put his heavy load books and paperwork down and ripped his keys from his pocket. It seemed he muttered “incompetent girl” when he thrust the keys in your hand, but it may have been your insecurity.

You turned the key to his office and hold the door for him, in a way that that makes him seemingly more annoyed. You've been into his office before, but have never fully taken it in. There were books everywhere, no sign of organization. Potion bottles shoved in between what look like dark artifacts, and a pensive sitting on the top shelf. His office smelled of old books, earthy musk due to all the potions, and a hint of wine. It was surprisingly intoxicating.

Nervous, you sit down and smooth your skirt as he sits down in his leather chair. He looks so comfortable, so at ease, slouched down in his seat, legs spread. You cant help but look at him in a different way. Being honest with yourself, he looks downright hot. You attempt to shake the thought from your mind as he speaks.

“I need these papers to be graded to my expectation. After several years under me you should have an idea of what I require. I want you to sit across from me and grade while I watch, closely.”

You start grading papers, admittedly less harsh than he would grade. A few times he looks at you disapproving of how you have graded, but lets it pass. As you assign a paper an A for acceptable Professor Snape grabs your hand mid-A.

“That is indefinitely a T, if you will grade this way I should revoke your application immediately.”

You say nothing as he holds onto your wrist. Looking into his dark eyes, you feel a jolt. His touch feels electric.

It seems Professor Snape feels your eyes as well, and lets go of your wrist.

“That is all for tonight Miss (y/l/n).”

The following Monday you find yourself in front of Professor Snape’s office. For some reason today you chose your tighter uniform shirt and push-up bra. Your uniform skirt is one from two years ago, rising three inches higher than your normal skirt. Seconds before you knock the door magically opens. Professor Snape is leaning on his desk, his strong chest poking out from his shirt, his chest hair peaking through the first button unbuttoned. He notices you staring and smirks.

“Miss (y/l/n), I have a few things for you to do in my office, starting with grading the remaining papers from last week, then organizing my potions.”

“Of course, Sir.” You say while taking the to-do list from his hands.

You sit down in the chair across from him, and resume where you left off. This time you attempt to grade with a bit more brutality. He looks at you showing no emotion, but at least its not his usual grimace. You take that as a good sign and continue. You eventually complete the grading, he flips through the papers and sets them down, giving no critique.

“The potions must be ordered in alphabetical order. If you notice any are low notate that so tomorrow we can begin to replenish them.” You oddly feel excited at him making plans for you both, then embarrassed knowing its only due to having detention for the circumstance.

You stand on the stool to start organizing the highest potions in his cabinet, bending over a bit, not knowing why you want him to look. You feel slightly guilty while thinking of Miles, but the ache your my lower stomach dismisses of it.

You sense Professor Snape’s eyes on you. You bend over more, unnecessarily, deciding to put on a show. You feel a pang of excitement as you feel his eyes on you. You continue your job, doing due diligence knowing Professor Snape would settle for no less. After you complete you turn to see Snape glancing at you, and you feel wetness form in your thin panties.

He straightens up in his desk, looking slightly embarrassed. “The list Miss (y/l/n)?”

“Oh yes, here. There are quite a few. The Exstimulo Potion and Veritaserum are empty.”

“We will work on those first. Enjoy the rest of your evening. Its a shame Miles is caught in detention.” Snape said smugly.

“Goodnight, Professor.” You respond with a smile, not allowing him to get to you. As you walk to the Great Hall for dinner you realize you’d rather be spending evenings with Snape instead of Miles.

#professor snape #severus smut #severus snape x reader #harry potter fanfiction #fanfic #snape fandom #harry potter #ravenclaw #slytherclaw

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marcsburnerphone · 2 years

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sleepless (sierra six X f reader)

Warnings: smut (in future chapter) ,masturbation, eavesdropping (i don't know) hot sexy six.

Sierra six was assigned by your uncle Donald Fitzroy to watch over your younger sister Claire and yourself (22) six (36) has taken a strong liking to you, and not the way he likes claire. he's strictly business but can he keep that moral when he catches you in the act of pleasing yourself?

Part two

You had woken up in the middle of the night again, as of recents you hadn't been able to sleep tossing and turning as your mind racks a million possibilities. you were trained to be a sierra but your uncle never let you actually pursue the job so now all you had to do with all the training you'd gone through was protect claire and since that didnt make Donald the happiest cause you are also his niece he had hired sierra six to protect the both of you.

Getting up out of bed you headed to the kitchen for a glass of water trailing in the dark trying to be as quiet as possible before you could reach for a glass six had spotted you.

“Cant sleep.” you were beyond startled, grabbing a knife from the counter as an instinct and turning around ready to stab someone before you'd seen him with his hands raised in surrender.

“Holy shit you can't sneak up on me like that, and no i can't sleep.” you breathed out pointing the knife at him before settling it down. Six was always in a suit or a black shirt and beige pants. I mean he was incredibly attractive and even more so mysterious he had become a bit more familiar around you and Claire loved him and you guys got along well.

“There’s melatonin in that cabinet if you want it.” he offered with a half low smirk, eyes focused on the computer in front of him. You stared for a second admiring the man before you, not leaving this house often was doing something to you and you had that well to known feeling in your body.

“y/n you okay” he was looking at you now eyes wandering your face and for a second you could have sworn he was checking you out but that was also probably your delusion.

“Yes yes i'm sorry and no thankyou i don't like to deep sleep i'll just find some other way goodnight six.” you'd spoken before retrieving some water and heading back to your room on the other side of the house.

Laying back down your mind wandered and all that you could think about was six his veiny hands and his half rolled sleeves, the stupid fucking toothpick in his mouth and before you could think about it your hand was slipping down to your pajama shorts without a second thought.

Now there was a rule in the house and it was to never fully shut the doors they can be mostly closed but never fully except for the restroom just in case someone made it past six or any intruder situation it was for safety and if needed privacy all you had to do was let him know.

As six was making his 20 millionth round around your home out of paranoia he heard something almost like whining whatever it was he was going to investigate.

He had found the source of the noise in your bedroom and as he was just about to walk in to see if you were alright he realized the movement under your blanket and the soft stutters from your mouth, you were pleasing yourself and he had seen. That was alarming, yes but what came after was even more.

“Six please” he was startled had you caught him catching you. No that wasn't the case your eyes were still shut your beautiful face contorted in pleasure wait wait you were touching yourself to the thought of him.

He slowly backed away from your door feeling the growth in his pants dammit. he had thought of you that way once and he stopped himself right when it happened and said he'd never let it happen again i mean you were beautiful and strong hed watched you train once and he'd watched how you took care of claire and you always looked at him like he was normal.

No he thought to himself he could never have you that way it wasn't right he was a live in body guard that was it even though claire always told him he was family and you'd always treat him like it he thought he wasn't good enough for you.

Once you had finished your activities you rolled over in bed and your eyes landed on the door shiittttt no he couldnt have heard you wouldve heard him come to your door right, RIGHT.

Your post orgasmic haze wasn't going to let you ponder too long cause as you thought more they just sounded like whispers and sleep overcame you quickly.

Six sat at the table his head in his hand and his mind was replaying it involuntarily the look on your face his name in your mouth is a sexual way the sounds of your needy whines and the erotic noises of your wetness.

He threw his head back shaking it hoping to shake the thoughts of you but to no avail he sighed adjusting his pants he had no time to ease himself especially not at night he grabbed a drink wondering how he could look you in the eyes at breakfast or any other time without wanting to fuck you sensless.

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this is base basically and most definitley a part one;)

i have the major hots for him and there isnt enough fics,

if you have any requests please send them<3

please leave feed back its so motivating and appreciated.

#ryan gosling #sierra six x reader #courtland gentry x reader #court gentry #the gray man #sierra six smut #sierra six imagine #sierra six x you

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HI. for ur ride. digging into my newsies fan recesses of my brain.

ur modern interpretations of the newsies meet your canon timeline interpretations of them. what do they say to each other. assuming that whatever they say will not break the space time continuum

okay, so full disclosure my modern era newsies interpretation is just @jasperscringepit 's punksies au. that is canon to me. that is who the newsies would be if they were alive in the modern era. now the lore for this (at least my lore for the punksies fic i have stashed away for a rainy day) is that davey spent his entirety of high school stressing over assignments and exams, losing sleep, losing weight, all in order to get the best possible future he could. he sacrificed friendships, hobbies, his morals, his WANTS, because the rules said that if he did, he'd have a better future. and then he gets an F on one of his assignments for 'vulgar and inappropriate subject matter' (he brought up queer theorists to bolster his points, the focus of his assignment wasn't queer in any way, he just brought up queer theory in passing) and he spirals. he has a full crisis of faith at the tender age of 17 and loses all faith in the system. he worked so hard and for what? what now? what if he cant get into a good college? why is that so important to him? why should he spend his life trying to fit a mold if he'll just be thrown out for the slightest misstep? why is he stressing and losing sleep for the hope that MAYBE he can do the things he wants to do when those things are going to get him labelled as 'vulgar' and 'inappropriate' no matter what? whats the point of sacrificing his morals in order to MAYBE change the world one day when the world needs changing now?

he doesnt have hobbies. he doesnt have FRIENDS. he doesnt even know what he likes.

so he jumps off the deep end and gives up on everything he used to depend on. he gives up on wearing sweatervests and trying to keep his curls neat for the sake of Looking Professional (why does he need to look professional he is SEVENTEEN-). he dyes his hair. he gets piercings. he wears band tees and he feels comfortable wearing them. he doesnt cringe when people look at him because hes not performing anymore. hes HIMSELF for the first time and it rules.

and people... notice.

jack notices. his whole group notices. and daveys pretty sure theyre making fun of him but whatever, he feels GOOD. he gets bolder. he calls out all the assholes he was too scared to call out before. he talks back when teachers are being blatantly false or biased or just unfair.

and he gets detention, obviously, but who cares. who cares?

thats where the musical events take place, i think. davey gets put in detention with the newsies and hes obviously out of place. hes nervous and a little snippy but jack seems curious. he takes davey under his wing, no matter how much davey kind of wishes he didnt. he doesnt leave him alone. he ropes davey into skipping detention and running through town and suddenly theres some cop that jacks running from like the plague and davey has no idea how he even got roped into all this but he is and its terrifying and exhilarating and holy fuck he cant even remember the last time he spent time with someone who wasnt sarah or les.

thats all i have i think. im not entirely sure WHAT pulitzer does in this au so im just gonna say 'vagus 90s college comedy plotline'. mean dean needs taking down a peg and a bunch of queers from the theatre department are going to do that. i dont want to get too focused on that though - i think if modern aus follow the canon events to a tee theres not much point in making modern aus. but i think thats how davey joining the newsies would catalyze. thanks jupes love you jupes thank you for indulging my nonsense mwahmwah

(this bus smells and people keep fully open mouth coughing everywhere. kill me)

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holdinbacksecrets · 2 years

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svt: what reminds them of u? or drunk voicemails they leave you?

(i cant remember if you've done this before)

hello jess 🥺 thank you for requesting, my lovely friend. hopefully you’re ok with ~loosely inspired? i went with drunk voicemails, but how drunk these are… not sure. mix some yearning in there too. i love you.

p.s. i only got to 7 p.p.s. assigning these? ooo difficult

spilled thoughts/drunk thoughts/yearning??

seungcheol: “i forgot my car keys, so i took the bus instead of going back for them. i never take the bus. i’ve never taken it with you, and i don’t know why… i always drove instead or sometimes we’d walk, but now i understand why you love these rides so much. you can listen to music and look out the window and admire the people around with all their stories and unknown names. you’re cooler than i’ll ever be for taking the bus… seeing so much more than me. you do, though. you think i’ve seen more of the world. i don’t know if it’s— you’re cooler than i’ll ever be”

joshua: “do you remember the cake i got you for your birthday last year? it was lemon with vanilla frosting, and i had the decorator write your name with little hearts instead of happy birthday. you never want to celebrate your birthday. i’ve never asked why. aren’t you worth celebrating? you are to me. if i bring home a cupcake… have the decorator write your name with little hearts… can we celebrate you?”

jun: “i ran today. i understand why you do it. it’s freeing. nothing can touch you. you’re breathing. you’re so aware of your breath, and music sounds better. i mean… it’s rivaling a live performance and that high, but it’s different with running… kept between me myself and i. i love that you run. i love that you have this outlet. if i ever last more than 20 minutes maybe we can go together”

soonyoung: “you hate wine. you hate beer. you hate tequila. i know you gave up after that night in uni, stuck to tea... what’s it like? i know you go out with friends, and you’re the only one who’s sober. what’s it like when i come home drunk? have i ever scared you? does anything scare you? can you tell me everything that does? there has to be more than bugs. i’m an asshole. i should know by now”

wonwoo: “do you remember that morning on the balcony? it was snowing. you said you love the taste of winter. the embrace of it. the sound of it. you love the way you feel existing in it. you took my breath away that day. i’ve never experienced winter in quite the same way. you probably can’t remember. it was years ago. years before we got together. years before i came to know so much about you or put a ring on your finger, but i need to tell you now… a little bit of that… a little bit of where we are now, is because of that morning. i see you, feel you, hear you, every time it snows”

seokmin: “i think i float when i’m alone. i think i float when i’m alone, when the music is too far away to feel. when the crowd is too far away to hear. when you’re gone… it doesn’t even have to be for long, but i feel it anyway. i don’t know what i’m trying to say. can you come over?”

chan: “my mom asked me about you. she called this morning and said your name before anything else… i guess i forgot she started doing this. now it’s so obvious because you’re gone. and i’m not… god, i’m so proud of you. you’re kicking ass in school and doing amazing, but i miss you. i miss you so much. idk. do you ever go outside in the middle of the night when you can’t sleep? watch the sky for a while? i do that now, and *exhale* i think about you. i love you”

#seventeen reactions #seventeen blurbs #seventeen scenarios #seventeen angst #joshua scenarios #chan scenarios #seungcheol scenarios #seokmin scenarios #wonwoo scenarios #soonyoung scenarios #jun scenarios #im not sure i love this but here it is

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