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lena-in-a-red-dress · 2 months

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Alt Assistant Pt 4

There are benefits to Lena not being CEO.

For one, she gets to go home at night. She gets to have a life outside work. She gets to go clubbing.

Which Kara only knows because she's standing at a table during Club Velvet's busiest night of the week, watching her boss bump and grind to the music.

She's not alone either. Kara recognizes Andrea, and for brief moment jealousy sparks low and hot in her belly at the thought they might be together. But when it becomes clear that Andrea is focused on a specific man in particular, Kara accepts that they're just here as friends, just like her and Nia.

Lena, for her part, keeps up a steady rotation of dance partners, men and women alike, all outrageously gorgeous and enviably coordinated. Even from her position off the dance floor, Kara can see the sweat clinging to Lena's neck, and feels the phantom feather touch of Lena's swinging ponytail against her skin.

"Holy SHIT," Nia shouts over the music, still barely audible to Kara, let alone others. "Is that Lena?"

Nia has her memories of the previous reality, and Kara knows she's having difficulty reconciling the cozy Lena she knows with the sultry and enigmatic woman currently leaning back against a stranger's chest as her hips move under his hands.

Kara's mouth goes dry. She wants that. She wants to be that man, wants her hands on Lena's hips, her lips brushing Lena's ear.

"Well??" Nia continues, giving Kara a nudge. "Aren't you going to say hi?"

She thinks about it. She *really* thinks about it. About sliding through the throng to grasp Lena's hand and pull her flush against her front, guiding their hips into a tandem rhythm. About burying her hand in Lena's hair and pulling her in to--

Kara shakes her head. "No."

"What? Why not?"

"She's my boss!"

And if her boss knew that Kara was there, ogling her, there'd be hell to pay. She can hear it now-- don't.

At least Nia drops the issue, seemingly accepting that things are different in this reality, as evidenced by the woman continuing to dance along with the beat of the thumping music. Kara manages to go the entire night without bumping into Lena, even if her gaze returns to the dance floor again and again.

It's only until she goes to close out their tab that Kara knows she's in trouble.

"Your tab's already been paid," the bartender informs her.

The message is clear: Lena knows.

Shit.

Kara stuffs a couple bills into the tip jar and makes her escape, anxiety gnawing at her gut. The next day, Lena makes no mention of having seen her, and seems none the worse for wear after her long night. They work in easy rhythm, as Kara keeps to herself and executes her role perfectly.

Right up until Kara enters Lena's office to let her know she's heading out, and finds Lena gazing out the window. The lights in the office are low, and in the glass reflection Kara sees Lena's eyes shift to her, before languidly turning to face her.

"You liked what you saw," Lena says. Not accusation, but simple fact.

"Yes," Kara returns truthfully. She steps closer, emboldened when Lena doesn't protest.

The corner of Lena's mouth lifts. "I'm surprised you'd admit that, after the little diatribe you levied at me your first month here."

"Like I said," Kara reminds her, moving closer still, "I was an idiot."

The way Lena gazes at her sends a shiver up Kara's spine. Green eyes challenge her silently, as though waiting to see just how far she'll go. A small yet confident smile shapes Kara's lips in spite of herself, calming the butterflies in her belly.

She closes what remains of the distance between them, rewarded with a hitch of Lena's breath as Kara crosses the invisible line into her personal space. They're far too close to be professional now, their locked gazes promising exactly where they're headed.

Finally, Kara places one hand on Lena's waist, and lifts the other to brush the backs of her fingers lightly across Lena's smooth, soft cheek. She lets it come to a rest cupping the side of Lena's face, their noses nearly touching.

"Tell me to leave, and I will," Kara offers, giving Lena an out she prays won't be taken.

Lena's hands are already pulling her closer as her response drifts from her lips.

"Don't."

#supercorp #alt assistant au #its HAPPENING #all crew to stations!#this is not a drill!

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louis-the-french-one · 1 month

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Natasha Romanoff x GN!reader

Request: Can I get a reader adopting a puppy and Natasha being skeptical but accepting it in the end ?

Type: fluff

Relationship: dating

Summary: Reader finds a puppy on the streets and takes it home, at first Natasha doesn't want to keep it but she eventually gets attached to the puppy

Warnings: none

This can take place at pretty much any point in the timeline

Use of Y/N

1.272 words

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Y/N were on their way home, some song blasting in their headphones when they thought they heard a yelp. Taking their headphones off they turned around and caught in the corner of their eye a little puppy hidden behind a bin. The pup looked cold, scared, and hungry. It must have been left there cruelly some time ago. Their heart hurting at the sight, Y/N didn’t hesitate a second before approaching the puppy carefully. The animal, wary, seemed uncertain. However, encouraged by soft nice words, it eventually let Y/N’s hand near its face and sniffed it. Reassured by the calmness and the smell offered, the puppy came closer and licked the hand, making Y/N laugh, the animal was definitely hungry.

Having no food on themselves and not wanting to leave the puppy alone, it was decided – very quickly and not consulting their girlfriend prior – that the puppy would be coming home, at least for now, with Y/N. They hurried to their house, found a nice cosy spot for the puppy in their office and gave it some meat from the fridge before leaving to get all they needed for the animal. Once in the store they were so focused on getting all the right stuff: dry food, bed, collar, leash and even crate that Y/N missed Natasha calling them 4 times.

Upon entering their house again Y/N was met with a pretty pissed Natasha standing there with crossed arms.

“Why is there a dog in your office?” Said the red head sternly.

“It’s not a dog, it’s a puppy and there is a very good reason why it’s in my office” Replied her partner with a tinge of panic in their voice.

“Please, explain yourself.” The spy waited, now leaning against the wall, her eyes fixed on Y/N.

“S-so I was on my home and I heard a cry coming from a street and so I looked and- and there was this small puppy, and, you should have seen it, it looked so sad and scared and hungry, and… I took it home. Just for now! To get it in better condition. Though it’s so cute and I kind of have already bought everything we need to keep it...” The young person had spoken so fast they weren’t sure their girlfriend had understood everything.

“Sweetheart are you kidding me? You can’t just take a puppy home and decide to keep it without asking me, and you know that with my work I can’t have pets, I don’t have time for it.” Natasha was now definitely angry.

“I know I’m so sorry. But I can take care of it. Maybe you can give it a few days, and if you still don’t want to keep it then we won’t. I promise.” Y/N came toward her slowly, offering a hug.

“Okay...”The woman accepted the hug and let out a sigh. “It better not dirty the house.” She half-joked.

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After a long night of waking up every few hours to take the pup out so it would not pee in the office the sun was now shining brightly in the morning sky. Natasha woke up slowly in her bed, she extended her arm and found no one beside her. She got up, went to the kitchen where she found no one either, still she made herself a cup of coffee. As she was taking her first sip, she heard Y/N laughing rather loudly, the sound came from their office. She should have known they were with the puppy. Making her way to the room the laughing did not stop and when she opened the office door she was met with Y/N on the floor with the puppy on top of them, trying to lick their face. The redhead felt a smile creeping on her face and tried to fight against. She could not keep the puppy, she reminded herself.

Opening their eyes and seeing their girlfriend, Y/N gently pushed the puppy off and got up.

“Hey honey.” They leaned in for a kiss but were stopped.

“Clean your face first sweetheart.” Said Natasha with a fake smile.

“Right sorry.” Laughed her partner.

“Is it a boy or a girl?” She found herself asking.

“Definitely a boy.” Said Y/N.

Natasha nodded, petted the puppy on its head and left the room.

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“What about Finn?” Y/N suddenly said during dinner.

“What?”Asked Natasha.

“For the puppy, what about Finn?” They reiterated.

“Sure, you can call it whatever you want sweetheart.” Simply replied the redhead while eating.

“You don’t like Finn uh? What about Cooper?”Y/N thought.

Natasha simply looked up from her plate and grimaced.

“Alright, what do you want to call it then honey?” Her partner laughed.

“Well,” she paused. “When I was young, there was this cartoon on TV, and I always thought the dog’s name was cute. Muttley I think is. But this is just a name, it doesn’t mean we’re keeping it yet.”

“Of course. I like Muttley, it is cute. Muttley it is then.” Y/N smiled and so did Natasha a little.

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It had been 3 days since they had taken the puppy home and it had been 3 wonderful but also tiring day. Y/N had truly fallen in love with the puppy and had tried their best to show Natasha that keeping it would be a responsible choice.

The redhead wasn’t anti-pets per say, she just didn’t think that with her job she would be able to properly take care it and she also didn’t want to leave all the responsibilities to Y/N. The problem was that she was slowly growing fond of Muttley, she secretly had always wanted to have a dog and call it that. Now that her partner had let her chose the name, a connection to the pup had formed. She would watch Y/N take care of the puppy, she would laugh and smile as all Muttley seem to want was to lick their face. Sometimes when her partner was busy she would even play with the pup herself and she had to admit it felt really good.

She was currently petting the puppy as it laid on its back next to her.

“I’m taking Muttley on a walk, do you want to come with me?”Asked Y/N.

Natasha nodded and got up. Y/N put Muttley’s collar and leash on and so they went for a little walk. The two were holding hands, enjoying the fresh air together. The spy couldn’t stop noticing how happy their partner looked, they had done their best to make everything perfect at home and hadn’t pressured her into taking care of the pup if she didn’t want.

But she had wanted to take care of the puppy, it acted as a stress-reliever after work. She would get home tired and possibly bruised and then she would see Muttley wagging his tail, happy to see her and she would smile and play with him for a while. She always felt better after.

And now looking at their little family, all together, laughing as Muttley gets excited every time he sees another dog; she took a decision.

“We should get his collar engraved.” Natasha suddenly says.

“Why?” Y/N didn’t understand yet.

“So that if he gets lost, there is still a way for him to be brought back home.” She smiled and squeezed Y/N’s hand.

“Oh my god thank you so much honey! I love you!” Her partner hugged her tightly.

“I love you too” Natasha laughed and then kissed them.

As they were still holding each other, Muttley decided to jump on them with joy. As if knowing he had found his forever home.

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mrsparrasblog · 19 days

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Makarov x Price daughter pt.4

This chapter is just to explain what Price did in the whole year since his daughter is gone. Its different then the other ones I still hope you like it. I'll try to set myself a goal to publish the next chapter tomorrow.

Previous Part. next part

Four months he was away from his home, from his wife Tina, and you. God, he missed you and couldn’t wait to see you again. He planned the whole month how he would apologize to you for saying you were a disappointment. Of course, you weren't a disappointment; he just didn't know how to show it to you. You weren't his little girl anymore, so grown and independent. Tina needed him more than you, or at least he thought so. Tina was a spitfire, always getting in danger, disrespecting teachers, while you were a perfectly behaved little girl. Never once in his life occurred the thought that you could do anything wrong. So he neglected you, and he knew that was a mistake now.

During this time off, he would give you all the attention you needed and finally be the dad you deserved. If only you'd accept his apology. He finally arrived in Cardiff, his clothes still dirty from the long flight, his beard overgrown, and he looked a bit like a Neanderthal, but this time he couldn't wait. He rang the bell, Tina and his wife already running into his arms.

"Where is she?" he asked curiously, eager to find out where you were. You mostly took the day off when he came back from deployment. Maybe you couldn’t or did overtime again because a birth took longer than planned.

"Dunno," his wife said bluntly, not mentioning the fact that you hadn’t been home for three months. She saw you making out with an older guy again the day you went "missing". In her mind, you were a spoiled brat who didn't appreciate everything she gave you. She wasn’t your mother and still tolerated you. Shouldn’t you be grateful for that?

After 10 hours at home, your dad grew anxious. He always had a great gut feeling, and something felt off, so he needed to investigate this situation, making sure you were okay. You were his little girl, after all. Telling his wife a white lie, he went to the hospital where you worked.

The delivery station looked weird to him. Everyone was smiling brightly, as if there wasn’t any pain or war in the world. The midwives walked around in pink scrubs, and everywhere were damn cupcakes. It was the first time he visited you at work, and he felt guilty about how he reacted the day you told him you wanted to become a midwife. He should have been proud of you.

After looking around and not finding you, he asked one of the midwives, explaining that he was your dad and had returned from deployment. He got more confused when the midwife told him to sit down and your supervisor came out, taking him into her office.

"Look, your daughter was our best midwife apprentice, but she hasn’t been at work for the last three months without any notice," she explained.

"What do you mean three months? She loves her work," he said.

"We know that. If she ever gets out of her phase, she can come back to work. But for now, could you please gather her stuff from the locker?"

"Phase? What phase?"

"Her stepmom told us she had psychological issues, Mr. Price."

He never heard of it. Why didn’t his wife tell him before? He would have tried to be there for you. The midwife guided him to your locker, opening it for him so he could take your stuff out. His lips curved into a smile when he saw the pictures in the locker: one of your best friend and you at graduation (he missed it), a picture of you on your first day at work with pink scrubs, and a picture of him barely 20, holding you in his arms. You were so precious, such a little thing looking up to him. Dozens of pink scrubs, a calendar marked with vacation NYC and Taylor Swift concert. This didn’t look like a locker from someone who lost it.

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"Where is my daughter? Don’t bullshit me."

"I don’t know."

"Her boss said you told her she is mental."

"Well, she certainly is. She sleeps around with men your age."

"Do you know where the fuck she is or not? When was she last here?"

"Three months ago."

"Fuck it! My daughter is missing, and you only told me about it now?"

"She isn’t missing, John. She probably married some old fart and ran off."

"Shut the fuck up." He never screamed at his wife. His captain demeanor was always something he left at home, but you were missing, and no one told him. What if something happened? After three months, the traces were hard to find. "Fucking hell."

He walked away to the only place he could think you were. But when your best friend called him a deadbeat dad for only searching for his daughter after three months, he knew something must have happened to you.

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"Kate, please, anything will help."

"John, there is no trace of her. I'm sorry."

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"We searched through every man she interacted with, Cap. She isn’t anywhere."

"She is there somewhere outside, Ghost."

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"How many more innocent people will you kill, John? She is gone."

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"We should hold a wake for her."

"She is still alive, Kate."

"John, it’s been a year. You know the statistics."

"I won’t stop until I see her corpse."

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"Makarov will marry, holding a big public celebration and everything, invited us somehow."

"Why should I care if that bastard marries, Nick?"

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"We found your daughter, Captain."

"Where, Kyle?" He asked desperately. He never lost hope after searching for you for a whole year. He wasn’t the man he was before. He was rougher, he didn’t care about anything anymore. He divorced his wife, killed just to have you back.

"You won’t like it." Please don’t be dead. His eyes started to tear.

"Where?" He needed to take his little girl home, bury you properly, a thing he never thought he needed to do, bury his own daughter, but the world was cruel for people like him.

"Alive"Kyle placed some articles of a Russian gossip journal on his desk.

"'Princess of Russia'," John read aloud. "Vladimir Makarov's longtime love was seen shopping for her wedding dress suspiciously holding her belly. Already pregnant?"

"We can't wait for the wedding of the century," Kyle continued, pointing at the article. "From worker to billionaire spouse, she is living the Cinderella dream."

John's heart sank. He knew what this meant. His daughter, his little girl, was about to become a pawn in Makarov's twisted game. And he would do anything to stop it.

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princesachicana · 1 year

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𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐲 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐩𝐭.𝟑 (conrad fisher x reader)

description: a doctors visit, mood swings and a realization.

a/n: you are adopted in this fic! anyone could read!

𝐩𝐭.𝟏 𝐩𝐭.𝟐

The smell of the sanitized doctor’s office makes you want to puke. Or maybe that’s just your nerves? This appointment was so last minute it was hard getting a time in. Thankfully they just hired a new doctor that specializes in obgyn practices. “I’m so nervous.” You admit after a long moment of silence. Conrad squeezes your hand into his palm. “So am i.” He mumbles turning his head towards you, looking concerned. You lean towards him leaving a chaste kiss onto his cheek to calm his nerves. The smile he gives you after makes your heart smile.

Looking around the waiting room you notice the vary of different patients. Some regular patients getting check-ups, Some here to see the pediatrician with their children. And the couples who are visibly here also for the OBGYN. They are obviously far more into their pregnancy than you are that’s for certain. They all have this look of happiness and joy, excited for the new addition to their families. And you can’t help but think will you and Conrad ever be like that?

This pregnancy hasn’t brought much excitement. The only feelings it’s brought so far are anxiety, fear and disappointment. Seeing the disappointment on your families faces cut deep. You know for sure it hurt Conrad as well. Steven still refuses to talk to the both of you after the whole reveal a week ago. You cried into Conrad’s arms just last night, you couldn’t help but think Steven hated you again. Just like he did when you both were younger. He was once again making you feel like the unwanted adoptive sister.

“Y/n Conklin?” The back door opened revealing a nurse with beach blonde hair, she held a clipboard in her hand reading off your name. Conrad was the first to stand up. He immediately noticed your apprehension and held out his hand towards you. “I got you” he whispers voice full of tenderness. You accept his hand with a hesitant smile standing up a little to quickly you feel dizzy. Just this morning you were extremely sick. This morning sickness would really be the death of you. But at the same time having Conrad there rubbing your back somewhat made it worth it.

Once you and Conrad both made it to the back of the doctors office the nurse instructed you to follow her. “Okay so I have you down for the OB right?” She smiles looking back at you and Conrad as she rounds a corner. “Uhh…yeah..yes” You answered almost unsure. Damn your mom. Laurel thought that it was a good idea sending both you and Conrad inside alone. You were always used to having your mom at doctors appointments no matter what. Susannah also agreed that it would be a good first step at being independent.

“Okay I’m just gonna have you step onto the scale, first it’s just easy stuff like getting your vitals.” The nurse assured you with a comforting smile. You nodded your head mumbling an “okay” you passed your purse to Conrad to hold as you stepped onto the scale. “Do we know how far along you are into your pregnancy?” The nurse started typing down notes in her i pad. “I’d probably say like a month? six weeks?” You answered, fingers nervously playing with the chipped nail polish. She nodded telling you to sit beside her in the chair, where she would check your blood pressure.

“I know this whole thing is nerve wracking but…I promise everything is going to work out.” It was silent for a moment as the machine squeezed your arm. This was always your least favorite part about going to the doctors. You’ve never been good at staying still and you felt if you moved you would ruin the results. You took a deep breath glancing at Conrad. “She’s right everything’s gonna be okay.” Conrad leaned down placing a kiss onto your forehead. Oh gosh now you were smiling like a little school girl. You and Conrad weren’t “officially” together or dating yet.

Although it was known to pretty much everyone by now that you were only interested in each other. The lines of your relationship were running very thin, especially now. Here you were pregnant with his baby, you slept in each other’s arms almost every night. Your hands lingered on each other’s body longer than usual. And most importantly you were both head over heels for the other, yet you still haven’t had the whole boyfriend-girlfriend conversation. Your thoughts are interrupted by Conrad taking your hand into his. Once again following the nurse who walked down the narrow hallway.

This doctor was so mean. That’s what you gathered so far. This was definitely the last time you were gonna be seeing her. You didn’t care if you would have to put up a fight with your mom! You would be getting a new doctor as soon as possible. The judgmental looks and snide remarks she was making hurt. Conrad was just as frustrated and angry about the whole situation. This doctor even went as far as saying she’d “move to South America if you were my daughter.” You know that saying “You never really know how it feels until your in their shoes” that was becoming your reality.

Back home you’ve gone to school with a few girls who fell pregnant also. You would take notice of how badly the school treated them. The disapproval evident on all the teachers faces as the girls passed by in the hall way, their bumps being somewhat hidden under sweatshirts and jackets. The name calling from fellow students, the babies fathers acting as if they didn’t care about their girlfriends or even the baby she was carrying.

You of course were never one of the ones who’ve judged young teen moms, in fact you had become somewhat friends with some of them. Alicia had been one of those girls. It was in gym where you first met her, it was dodgeball day and you didn’t want to participate because you were on your period. Your coach was a guy so he waved you off when you first told him that you wanted to sit out due to “lady problems.” She had been peppy, speaking to you first one of the most friendliest person you’ve ever came in contact with. You both secretly shared a bag of sour patch kids (her craving) while the others played dodgeball.

She opened up to you about how everyone treated her differently now that she was pregnant. How her boyfriend didn’t want anything to do with her or his unborn child. How her parents were forcing her out the house immediately after the baby was born. Or how the school kicked her off the debate team because “a pregnant girl” didn’t fit their standards.

And as you sit there in the doctors office blinking back tears. Just from some ugly looks and nasty remarks from a doctor you know this is just the beginning.

“You really put this little blob thing inside me!” You held the ultrasound in disbelief. “No, we put that little blob thing inside you.” Conrad leaned in from his side of the couch. “In fact, if I remember it clearly you were more than willing to help.” Your breath hitched when he gripped your hips lifting you up so you were seated on his lap. “Well you were pretty persuasive!” You giggled shifting a little on his lap. This causes Conrad to groan mumbling a little “fuck.” You were aware of his current predicament at the moment, he had a boner. “You’re such a guy.” You leaned in pecking him on the cheek. “And you’re a tease what are we in fifth grade? give me a real kiss.”

Conrad kisses you, and the moment his lips are against yours you melt. Intoxicating, that’s one word to describe how kissing Conrad felt. It’s almost as if he was pouring all of his love and care for you into it every time. You moved your hips in rhythm with y’all’s heavy breathing, if there was one thing that’s changed with this pregnancy it was your sex drive. You wanted it every damn day no matter where or what time it was. “If you keep moving like that…you’re going to get yourself fucked on my mom’s couch.” He mumbled against your lips. “I think I’d actually like-“ you didn’t get to finish your sentence because the front door was swinging open.

You frantically moved off ofConrad’s lap adjusting your clothes that Conrad rumpled due to him exploring your body with his hands. “I’ve been trying to call you!” Your mom walked into the beach house with a worried expression on her face. “I’m sorry my phones dead and we just got back.” You quickly answered with a hesitant smile. “Oh, well I just wanted to ask you how was the appointment.” You dramatically stood up “It was horrible mom I need a new doctor, she was disrespectful right Conrad?” You turned to him. He nodded his head almost comically, you noticed a pillow over his crotch and immediately knew why he couldn’t answer with words.

“She was extremely judgmental! made me feel so uncomfortable.” You turned your attention back towards your mother. “What she say?” You continue on a full on rant about how this doctor trip was a disaster. You tell her about the looks you got, the little comments made about you and Conrad being young. “The nurse was nice though.” Conrad spoke for the first time in a couple of minutes. The painful boner you’d given him now thankfully gone. “Thank you Conrad, for seeing the positive side of something.” Your mom smiled fondly at him.

You could feel the annoyance brewing right at the pit of your belly. These past few weeks any little thing made you annoyed and irritated. So with a huff you walked right out the room muttering a “whatever.” You hated when people went against you, well Conrad didn’t exactly “go against you.” but you were sorta hoping he’d back you up with this. Both Conrad and your mom flinched when they heard your bedroom door slam. “You ready for nine months of that?” Laurel let out a little laugh.

Conrad nodded his head “She cried today because I forgot her tater tots.” Conrad had made an effort not to laugh in front of you earlier. It was as if it was the end of the world when you realized your tater tots weren’t in the fast food bag. “Pregnant women don’t play about their food conrad!” Laurel defend her daughter as she silently laughed. “I made it up to her i promise” Conrad whispered. “Was the doctor really that bad?” Laurel asked after a moment. “Oh definitely” Laurel sighed loudly “I’ll find her another one. her reviews were good online!” Conrad forced a little smile “I don’t think those were teen parents though.” Conrad stood up “I think i should go talk to her.” Laurel nodded “Maybe take her some Oreos?”

“Good idea!”

The sound of the door opening makes you snuggle even deeper into the covers. “I come in peace with Oreos!” Conrad’s chuckle makes you smile. If there’s one thing you can count on through this pregnancy it’s Conrad. He’s helped with the morning sickness, the back pain, he didn’t take your mood swings personal. Conrad Fisher was the partner every pregnant girl needed.

“Are they double stuffed?” You immediately sat up in bed. “Of course love.” Conrad takes a seat next to you placing a gentle kiss onto your lips. “Don’t look so sad, your moms getting you a new doctor.” Your eyes start to water and you let out a groan. “Thank goodness, and I hate that I’m crying!” You take a deep breath as Conrad wraps his arms around you. “It feels like I can’t even control my emotions It scares me!”

“And now my brother hates me!” It hurts even saying those words but you know it’s true. “He doesn’t, he hates me.” Conrad whispers thinking back onto his fight with your brother. “He won’t even look at me, I just miss my brother!” You sniffle, burying your face into Conrad’s neck.

And at that moment Conrad’s determined to make shit right with Your brother. Whether Steven likes it or not.

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vader-anakin · 8 months

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Not Just Ken - Ken x f!Reader

Alright so I'm still thinking about the whole story behind the last post I made, trying to give a chance to a new story and I'm fascinated by Ryan Gosling as Ken. Still giving it a shot, at least for now it's only some fluffy stuff!!.

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It was a very hot and dry day, you got your favorite iced coffee from the shop and headed back to work. You had just had lunch and enjoyed the rest of your work break, in the midst of a tireless routine of clients who would still visit your office that day. Walking faster, among countless people who were also running through the streets of Los Angeles, you bump into a man who you hadn't noticed in your field of vision. The blonde, who you thought had just stepped out of a Calvin Klein shoot, dropped grotesquely and almost "hard" to the floor, letting out an "ouch." You quickly reach out his hand to help him up, and only then do you notice how his eyes are deep blue, his teeth perfectly aligned, and his muscular body exuding sensuality.

"Oh my God, I am so sorry! Did I hurt you?", you said as soon as he stood up, smiling at you even though you just dropped him on the floor.

"Hey, it's not broken!", he exclaimed excitedly, checking his left arm, twirling the limb that was still in place. "Hi, I'm Ken," he said, reaching out to shake your hand.

Wondering the way the guy kept a good mood even after being bumped into and falling to the ground in the middle of hundreds of people, you accepted to greet him. "I'm (y/n). I'm really sorry I didn't see you, I'm getting back to work and I'm in a rush".

"That's alright, wow you're so pretty!", said the blonde, still keeping a wide smile on his face. You smirked, getting lost in that impeccable, almost unreal face, forgetting you were rushing to get back to work.

"Well thank you Ken, it was nice meeting you", you said and turned on your back to keep doing your way to work. Even though it would be a good chance to meet someone, you weren't sure it was the right way, maybe it was just a coincidence, and it wasn't supposed to be like that. You reached the sidewalk and as you were about to cross the street looking at both ways, the man was there standing behind you, with a playful smile still. Well that's kinda creepy, maybe he's just going the same way you are and that's all. You crossed the street and turned your left as you're approaching your building as you come back to your office. Looking back, you realize he was still following you. Ok, this is beyond creepy.

"Uh, do you work here?", you asked and raised a brow, watching him shake his head no. "Then why are you following me?".

"I thought you were nice and I don't know anybody here, maybe we could hang out!", he replied. Was that a fucking joke? Why the hell would someone you only know for about 10 minutes wanna "hang out" with you at your work? "I can't right now, I have to work and my schedule is really busy. But maybe some other time". You tried to sound nice and not one tiny bit mas and sort of scared, but he frowned and your head turned into a giant question mark.

"OK, I can wait", Ken said, and gave you a side smile, showing he understood you. You had no idea what to say so you just waved at him and entered the building. That was so awkward and not to mention very random to happen, but the guy seemed nice. Maybe he had a disease, maybe he was autistic and you didn't know, maybe maybe maybe.

Hours after you finished with your last client, you let out a loud sigh as you were really tired and just wanted to go home, take a shower and get some rest. At the ground floor, as soon as you got out of the elevator you saw a bleached hair sitting in a chair reading a magazine about horses and country stuff. I can't deal with this again right now, you thought. Even you tried making a different way to the exit he would probably see you, so that's why you sat next to him.

"Hey, (y/n), I've been sitting here all day waiting for you!", the tall guy lowered the magazine and stared at you with a cherished smile still on his face. HE WHAT?

"What? Why?", as confused as you were, you thought it might be better if you called someone and tell them there's a guy out there who may be lost. Everything was so weird.

"I left Barbie Land and I don't know anybody here. I tried to make friends but they seem scared of me", he replied and your brain flipped at the sound of "Barbie Land".

"AH okay, Barbie Land? Where is that?", you asked but you weren't sure where this conversation was headed. You heard him sigh, closing the paper on his hand before looking at you.

"You have to take this trip with a car, a spaceship, a boat and rollerblades before getting here, so if you wanna be there you do all of that but in reverse". He explained it with so much conviction that you couldn't tell if he really was a person with some condition, in which the parents could have lost him. That could only be it, nothing made sense in your head. Okay, he really looked like a doll, but that story sounded really bizarre. "You don't believe me", he let a sad gaze as you were still trying to follow what he said. Ken lowered his head and let out a noticeable noise of disappointment..

"I- uh... it's not that. It's just... a very weird story". You looked at your smartwatch as the clock hit almost 6:30 PM. "What about your parents?". You know by the look of his face he was an adult, but you were in denial as to what the hell he was talking about. "I don't have any parents. In Barbie Land we only have Barbies and Ken's. Some Allan's too".

Well ok, he sounds so serious about that story, maybe you should give him a chance and talk to the guy. You invited him for a walk to the same coffee shop, sat in front of him as he was looking at the menu. "So you like horses?", you asked and he stared at you, smiling. This man is always so smily and happy. "They're my favorite animals. I would love to have one of them. How about you?".

"Cats and dogs I guess, but turtles, specially sea turtles are cute", you grinned when he made an "aww" face. Everything was still a little tumultuous, the whole conversation seemed out of touch with reality, but you were trying to keep your sanity and trying hard not to get paranoid about the whole thing. "So tell me about you, Ken. You're from Barbie Land, that means you're a doll right?".

"Yes, I am. I can show you if you want. I have all the genitals". Okay, what? You laughed at the way he said it, but the look on his face showed he would like it to be true. Probably he really didn't have any genitals. "I can also stand on tiptoe and if you notice I don't have body hair". Yeah alright, not having any hair on your body doesn't mean much, but we all have some hair. And he was always walking on his tiptoes which is hardly something people do unless they're doing ballet. Still, it was too weird. "I also don't have a heart". He said like it wasn't a big deal, but when he grabbed your hand and pulled it on his chest, you couldn't feel a pulse. And then you knew it.

Holy fucking shit what the actual hell was that? You tried not to show you were definitely surprised by the fact you were actually talking to a doll, but you squeezed his skin and he didn't flinch a little. Ken never stopped smiling, unless the subject was Barbie, who you learned, wasn't in love with him. You also learned that even though he didn't have a heart and didn't know what feelings were, he was always jealous of the other Ken's and felt sad about Barbie, that was why he decided to left Barbie Land.

You got home about almost two hours later, took off your shoes and left your purse by the counter, giving space for the blond man to get in the house. You both agreed he would sleep on the couch until you figure out what to do with him, who made sure he wouldn't leave the real world until he finds out how to bring the patriarchy to the other world.

"Thank you for making me company today. I'm still upset Barbie shot me down", he said as he sat on the couch, getting rid of his cowboy boots, the bandana and the hat. The look on his face explained why he decided he would leave their Land and stay in Los Angeles.

"Hey it's okay. We don't need to depend on someone to live our life", you sat next to him and held his chin, this chilling energy traveling through your body while he kept his gaze at you. "You're gonna survive, but for now I think it's best you get some rest. I'm gonna shower, you can shower after I'm done too".

"We don't sleep and we don't take showers either", he grinned. Ok, that makes sense. Dolls don't need to sleep and neither take a shower. Might as well don't eat either, since he didn't drink the coffee, but couldn't hurt to offer him something to try out.

"That's right, I'm sorry. I know you usually don't eat either, but are you willing to try and find out how to eat? As long as you're staying here maybe you could learn some human stuff". You smiled and headed to the kitchen, you quickly made a chicken and ham sandwich for him, handing him the place. He spent a good whole minute looking at the slice bread until he realizes he didn't know how to swallow the food, and then when he could finally do it Ken made a sound.

"That's really good, (y/n), thank you so much". With a smile, you left him enjoying the food and hoped in the shower. After a few minutes, you put on your pajamas and went to the kitchen to grab some food, watching him lying on the couch singing some tune you had no idea which one. The man ate his whole sandwich, you saw as the plate was sitting empty on the table in your living room. This man is something else. While you were heating your food you were trying to figure out which clothes to offer him to wear since you're a woman and didn't have any good clothes for the giant man in your couch. "Uhm, I'm going to find you some clothes but they might look pretty short on you", you sat on a chair close to the TV and looked at him, while he was still singing the song and "playing drums" in the air.

"It's okay, (y/n). I can lay on my underwear, it's not cold for me anyway", Ken smiled. You thought if he wasn't a fucking doll he would definitely be teasing you, but ever since you met him you've come to realize everything he does is just plain innocent. You two spent a few hours watching TV together, you were trying to explain what a TV show was when you told him you liked to watch some of them. He tried to understand the best he could, but he wasn't so sure he got the idea. Before you went to bed, you brushed your teeth and walked to the living room to say goodnight to Ken, who was already on his underwear, looking at your book shelf. The strap read "Ken" around it and you blushed at the sight of his sculptural body.

"G-Good night, Ken", nice. You were already acting like some teenage girl with erupting hormones. Never saw a man naked before? Many times, but they weren't that good looking.

"Oh, good night (y/n). I hope you have a good night of sleep", he turned around smiling and you wish the lights were off as the man's bulge was definitely getting all of your attention. His eyes are a little up above you pervert. And after all, he does have a genital. At least in this world. Maybe he just doesn't know he does and maybe it's for the best of both of you.

#ryan gosling #ken x reader #ken fanfic #ken fanficfion #barbie #ken #ryan gosling fanfic

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lxmine · 1 year

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them dating an affectionate s/o. + scara, capitano x gn!reader

+. FluffflufffluffFLUFF, scara gets injured because i said so

+. TW ; toxic relationships (wtf do you expect from them? But trust me this isnt angst)

+. A/N redflag bois are here. HAVE YALL SEEN SCARAMUCHE’S DESIGN!?!?:!:!: 🫣🫣🫣 HE’S SO SIDBEIDBDIBDIDBDIRHE I NEED TO FARM A LOT FOR HIM IM SO LOW ON PRIMOGEMS LETS GET ONTO IT OMG

scaramouche

He only probably got with you because he found you amusing and entertaining not because he loves you or anything thats what he thought at first at least

Of course, knowing who he is. He’s mostly verbally abusive but he never did lay a finger on you because he pities how weak you look definitely because he’ll feel guilty, like everytime he yells at you after trying to help him with something

You aren’t a fatui diplomat, but just a helper. Working around the headquarters who happens to be under Scaramouche.

You often would come knocking on his office door with lunch/breakfast/dinner in hand whenever he would skip eating. He’s kind of annoyed but found it endearing

“Scara, I brought you food!” You happily opened the door as soon as you heard him let you.

He’d glare at you but couldn’t for too long and just place the food on his table and smiles after you bid him goodbye and telling him ‘I love you’.

He never really understood how even after all the shitty stuff he’s said to you, you’re still with him. But he find that very amusing.

And then your relationship lasted for more than 3 months, he’s now quite fond of your visits. How he loves it when you come into his office to clean up, he loves watching you and conversing about things that happened while he wasn’t with you.

He wonders how you’re putting up with him and is secretly scared you’d leave him now that he accepted that he loves you but he wouldn’t say that aloud tho

The first time he said it was when he came back from a mission all bruised up in the middle of the night, you of course was waiting for him because you wanted to greet him back.

And soon the door of his office opens and a limping Scaramouche, and you quickly walked over to him, helping him sit on the couch.

“Please stay still, I’ll go get the aid kit.” You left him there alone for good 20 minutes, he appreciated that you hurried even though the infirmary is literally far from his office.

“Enemy is a tough one huh?” You softly asked as you cleaned up his wounds, his top laid beside him. He hummed in response, looking at your focused face. Your hand felt so light fixing him up unlike the nurses in the infirmary.

“I was worried, you said you’d be back by sunset.” His heart skipped a beat, you were waiting for him to come back? But you always did, you’d always be in his office after he came back from missions or expeditions.

“Tch, if my men weren’t such idiots I’d be by your side earlier. Don’t whine about it now, I’ll take you out some time.” He looks away embarrassed, you stopped to look at him with a smile.

He’s never said things like that before. Not that you hated that he didn’t, you love him like that, you found it weird that you even fell for the guy.

You even questioned yourself why you love him, but oh well. As elders say, love makes you do dumb things.

He bites the inside of his cheeks unsure of how you’re reacting because he cant even look at you right now.

“You needn’t do that, I’m alright with the fact you’re back here.” You placed your hand into his cheek to make him look at you.

He hated that he felt so vulnerable in your presence, hated that every word that comes out of your mouth comforted him in ways he never thought anyone could. He hated himself because he’s feeling just like mortals do even though he vowed to wipe every mortal emotions that he felt.

“Don’t say stuff like that, dummy.” He looks away from your adoring gaze, he didn’t feel like he deserves to be looked at so lovingly by someone so loving, so perfect as you. “You’ll just have to get used to it then.” you chuckled.

Your breath hitched when he wrapped his arms around your face and his face resting at the crook of your neck. He never felt so at home in your arms. “I love you.” He whispered.

“I love you so much, thank you for putting up with me.”

capitano

He met you somewhere in Fontain, fell in love and then you decided to come back to Snehznaya with him despited having to date only for 5 months.

You’re a noble, and you’re also very much aware of his job and you don’t really mind because he treats you right.

He is comfortable with you, but he tells you to not get clingy with him sometimes but not in an aggressive or mean manner

Not that he doesn’t like you being always so affectionate with him, he’s just scared of hurting you ya know despite him almost being so careful while holding you or when you’re doing things for him

“I never thought Master Capitano’s got a spouse!” “Are they married?” were the gossips you heard as soon as you entered the Fatui headquarters, he didn’t wanna bring you and wanted for you to rest and be at home because of the cold weather but you insisted.

Holding onto his arm all the way to his office “Are you cold? Do you want anything to eat? A blanket? A book? Are you sleepy?” and more numerous questions asked by him. “Oh, dear I’m fine! Can we cuddle for a bit?”

You looked up at him with a smile while your arms are wrapped around his waist. He sighed and nodded, he wants to make you feel at home as much as possible now that you’re staying with him.

And though the two of you have been dating for 5 months, he still haven’t showed you his face to you. And of course you understand that and wouldn’t make him do things out of his comfort zone.

While he worked on his papers, you would be either beside him writing letters to your family and sometimes be helping him with his work or you would be sitting on the couch reading a book or talk with Columbina who would visit when she has the time to.

“Love, we should go to the city today! I heard you’ve got no papers today!” You would sometimes invite his to go stroll around the city with his hands holding yours to keep you warm. He loves it when you pick sweets for him to try when you get home.

“Love, can we please go home now? I want to cuddle.” Late nights when you would come with him at work, you’re the one who’ll remind him to rest for the night, he would carry you over to your carriage I just know there is and he would let you rest your head on his shoulder or cuddle onto his arm on the way home.

He got nervous the first time you asked to see his face, t’was probably almost a year with him. He’s scared to let you see the part of him that he hid. What if you leave him? Will you run away?

A tear slipped past his cheeks when you kissed the scar on his face, how can you love him so much so that you arent even shocked or mortified of him.

“Darling, you don’t know how much I’m so grateful to you.” he mumbles against the crook of your neck.

this thing has been sitting on my drafts for a month now it took me a long while to finish it T-T anyway, stay safe and hydrated, take care of your mental and physical health I LOVE YOU <3

MASTERLIST

#genshin impact #genshin x reader #genshin impact x gender neutral reader #genshin kunikuzushi #genshin scaramouche #genshin scara #scaramouche x reader #scaramouche x gender neutral reader #scaramouche fluff #genshin capitano #capitano

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myzzjolanda · 3 months

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Welpz, I finished something.

I'm sorry if it's weird, I'm sorry for mistakes, English isn't my first language, bladiebladiebla. I'm just tired, wrote this in just over an hour because I wanted it written. It's cute at least. I guess.

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KITTY

Show: Wednesday

Wordcount: 1776

Warnings: slight mentions of horror I guess?

Pairing: platonic Larissa Weems x reader

Enjoy!

It had been an increddible long day. An incredible long week even. Flu-season started, so on top of her normal workload, Larissa had to make sure classes of 3 different teachers were covered since they got ill as well, the heating system failed last Tuesday ánd Wednesday and on top of that, she had to pick up Wednesday Adams from the police station today. “Breaking into the curch? On broad daylight? What wére you thinking, miss Adams?”, she asked the girl angrily when they got to the car. She closed the door a bit too hard. Who can blame me, she thought; it’s Friday. I just wanted to get to bed after classes ended. “I was just testing a theory.”, the girl answered. Despite being angry, Larissa couldn’t resist being curious. “Theory? What kind of nonsense-theory did you want to tesr now?”, she answered impatiently when she started the car. “You know that Maria statue? I've been told that when the sun shines on her face in a right way at certain times, some discoulorations make it look like she’s crying blood. I wanted to see that for myself.”. Larissa shuddered. “That’s the… weirdest story I’ve heard in a while. Especially since you decided to break into the church for it! I wont accept such nonsense, you’ll meet at the church tomorrow morning at 8:30, as we have promised the curch and the police, so that you can help clean up the mess!”.

When Larissa entered her rooms next to her office an hour later, she leaned against the door and closed her eyes first. She sighed and put her face into her hands. “that was embarrasing…”, she whispered. She walked to her chair and took of her coat and shoes. She sat down for a moment. She still had so much to do, but she felt tired. So tired… She didn’t have much time to sleep this week. Not even to relax. Although all problems were fixed quite well and quickly, she still felt quite stressed. Larissa felt her lower lip tremble a bit. Perhaps just a little nap? She walked to her bedroom. A little nappy wouldn’t hurt anyonr. She had been quite big this week, she deserved it. She didn’t even bother changing or removing her make-up. When she hid under her blankets, Larissa her arms automatically reached out for Kitty. But now… Larissa’s eyes were wide open immediatly. “Kitty?”. Her lower lip trembled again and her eyes started to water. “Where’s my Kitty?”

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When the last students of your class left, you burried your face in your hands. It was flu-season, and you surely felt like you almost had the flu. Your head hurt, your throat hurt, your face hurt, everything hurt. Slowly, you packed your stuff. You wanted to go to sleep quickly, but you first had to go to Larissa first. You promised her to go to town together tomorrow, but feeling as you did, it wasn’t a good idea to go out tomorrow. You walked to Larissa’s classroom first, since that was closer to your classroom than her office. It was still open, but it was empty. Except… for a black kitten plushy on Larissa’s desk? She walked to the plushy and picked it up. There wasn’t a name or anything on it. You decided to bring it with you to Larissa her office, since she could tell you who the plushy belonged to. When you knew, you could return it.

Luckily, the walk to Larissa’s office was short, since you started to feel tired from walking already. You knocked on her door. And waited. And knocked again. You frowned. It was Friday afternoon. Larissa never had any appointments at this time… had she? You heard footsteps behind you. “She just had to pick up Wednesday from the policestation”, you heard Vlad say. “oh! Of course.”, you said. You looked at him and gave him a small smile. “thanks.”

When you were in your rooms, you raised the plushy to eyelevel. “oh, what to do with you?”, you said to the plushy. You frowned a bit. Eventually, you decided to make a picture with it and send iy to Larissa, asking whose plushy it is and telling her you kept it safe untill the owner reclaimed it. When you sent the picture, you picked up the plushy again. “Well, wanna make some new friends for the time being? Come one, I’ve got some cute friends for you!”, you said enthousasticly. Although you felt quite sick, the thought of your own plushies made you quite happy. “Look, I got a guard bear over there, from my visit to London, he protects everyone… and look! My me to you bears, they are cute and fluffy, and that big brown bear over there I got from my uncle when I was two… I think you’ll fit in his lap quite well!”, you told the plushy quite happily. You jawned. You were really tired. “wait for me when you want to sleep. I’mma get changed. I need a nappy!”, you told your plushies and the new kitten. When you crawled under the blankets a few minutes later, you fell asleep almost immediatly.

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Larissa paced around in her office worried. What happened to Kitty? She had brought her to her classroom that day, simply because she didn’t trust the new cleaner. What if she decided to steal her Kitty, or just throw her away? Larissa was nervous about bringing her plushy, since the chance of anyone finding out she had a plushy or the fact that she could lose her was too big to her, but she wasn’t letting her in her rooms with that mean cleaner. But after class, she got a call that Wednesday was arrested again and she had to run to the policestation to pick her up, and she couldn’t remember what she had done with her plushy. She remember rushing to pack her stuff, but Kitty wasn’t in her bag, so Kitty must’ve been still in the classroom. But when she went to her classroom, Kitty wasn’t there either.

Larissa started to panick. Were was her Kitty? Was she alone? Was she scared? Who knew. She wanted to call you about it. Ask for your help finding her. But she was scared of your reaction, since you didn’t know about her Kitty yet and het normaly perfect make-up was ruined from the crying and tantrums she had because she couldn’t find Kitty anywhere. She looked at her phone on her desk, doubting if she should call you or not. Precisely at that moment, her screen lit up. Slightly suprised, she walked to her phone. It was a message from you, with a picture of –

“KITTY!”, Larissa almost yelled out hapily. “Hey Riss, I found this cute plushy in your classroom, do you know whom it belongs to? Can you tell them I bring it to my room and that they can pick it up there?”, she read aloud softly. She had do read the message multiple times before the realisation came her plushy was safe. “She’s save, she’s save, she’s save!”, Larissa almost sang when jumping around in her room. “But know I have to tell y/n that the plushy is mine.”. Now, Larissa frowned a bit. “oh well, she wouldn’t mind I guess. And if she does, I don’t care. I want my Kitty back.”. And with that, she quickly put on her shoes and walked to your room.

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You quickly woke up from a knock on your door. You looked at the time on your phone. “Oh shit, 9 already!”, you mumbled. You stumbled the door and saw Larissa standing there. She looked like a complete mess. “Larissa? Come in, are you okay? You look like you’ve been crying!” “Yes… Yes, I’m okay now, thank you.”. She stepped in. “Are yóú okay though? You sound horrible.” “Nah, I think I’ll have to cancel our plans for tomorrow. I’m afraid I cought a flu too. But tell me Riss, why have yoj been crying?”. Larissa opened her mouth to say something, and then closed it again. She played with a ring on her finger nervously. “The kitten plushy you found? That one is mine. I lost her. I got her ages ago and I grew fond of her, and then I thought I lost her for good because l couldn’t find her anywhere, and then I got upset because my Kitty is just the sweetest and I was so tired and I just wanted my Kitty and…” Larissa stopped talking. She looked at her feet nervously. “Ooh she’s yours! Don’t worry, I can understand you were scared!” “Do you? I’m certain you think I’m chidlish.”. You took her hand and almost pulled her to your bedroom. “No I don’t! Look, I got to show you something!”.

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When they walked into y/n’s bedroom, Larissa could feel her eyes get big. Her bed was full of cute plushies, and there, on the lap of a big brown bear was her Kitty. “Look Rissa, your Kitty wasn’t alone here! No reason to be scared!”. Y/n pulled Larissa closer to the bed. “Look, Bear was cuddling her. And Guardbeary protects all the plushies. And look! So much friends!”. Y/n sounded happy as a child, despite not feeling well. Larissa watched as she climbed under her blankets again. “Here, there’s your Kitty!”, y/n said, after which she grabbed a plushie to hold for herself. Larissa smiled softly and planted a kiss on Kitty’s head. “I’m sorry, sweetheart. I wont ever lose you again.”. Larissa noticed y/n looking at her. “What?”, she asked her. “Do you sometimes feel little as well?”. Larissa thought about that for a moment. “Yes. Mostly when I’m alone with Kitty in my room. It works well with loneliness and stress…”. Y/n smiled. “it does, doesn’t it! Why do you think I collect plushies?”. Larissa giggled. Y/n was cute like this actually. In the middle of all her plushies. “Should I tuck you in, my sweet y/n? You’re still ill.” “Yes please! But who is going to tuck you in?”. Larissa thought about that for a moment. “Tonight I’m going to manage myself I guess. I got Kitty back as my support!”. Larissa smiled when she saw y/n immediatly grab for a plushy and close her eyes when she was fully tucked in. “Goodnight, Y/n.” “goodnight, Rissa. Don’t forget your Kitty.”. Larissa stood up and walked through the door. When she opened the door, she heard her name again. “Rissa? Can we have a playdate tomorrow? With our plushies?”. Larissa hugged her Kitty tighter hapily. “I’d love to.”.

#larissa weems #wednesday #gwendoline christie #larissa weems fanfic #larissa weems x y/n #larissa weems x reader #fluff

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anxiouspineapple99 · 6 months

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Gargoyle Guard

Gargoyle! Fox x Reader

Warnings: Fox is a Gargoyle, but not in a traditional sense. Instead of beast and statue, it works a little different, it's explained in the fic. Technically breaking and entering (But Fox ends up being fine with it), accidental marriage, use of the word "mate" a few times. Fox thinking he's scary and not lovable, sexually suggestive, Reader has little self-preservation, Reader is much more accepting that they really ought to be. Reader is female. Kinda angst for the guard as a whole. THIS BITCH BE LONG

You had heard the stories, the tall tales of the Courascant guard.

How they were rarely seen during daylight hours.

Why there were 2 sections of the guard. Those that patrolled and those that stayed close to their buildings.

The rumours never made much sense when considering the guard as a whole...you'd seen the red armoured men out and about during the day. But the ones that had spoken of the phenomenon only pertaining to the inner group of the guard, the ones most people would never see, well they had called your attention.

Which is why you were out, sneaking around the guard's buildings and trying to get inside. You'd had enough of these questions floating around your skull, you needed to know.

And you needed to know, now.

You huffed as you pulled yourself up into the window sill, pausing to look about once more. Squinting in the sun's harsh rays, you saw nobody nearby. As usual, the guard was nowhere to be seen. You then pulled at the window... but when it didn't open, you banged against it. Then, using your butt, swung with all your weight into the glass.

Only to have it swing open.

You fell back into the square cavity with a shriek. A cloud of dust plumed about you, causing you to hack and wave your hand furiously. But as realization hit you, you quickly covered your mouth and darted behind a crate. That was a lot of noise, anyone nearby would be coming over to investigate.

You waited with your heart thrumming in your ears for what felt like decades, but the door to the room never opened.

You peeked around the crate and glanced around the room. It was filled with filing systems and looked ancient. Clearly nobody had been in here in at least a decade. Standing with a grunt, you tiptoed to the door, then opened it.

While sunlight permeated the old file room you'd broken into, the hallway beyond the door was dim at very best. Surprisingly, the walls were lined with candle-torches and low-intensity lamps, but it was still darker than you would prefer.

You glanced either way, trying to gather which way would be best to try. However, there was only so far you could see before it became dark void. With a shrug, you closed your eyes,spun then started walking in the direction you were facing when you had stopped.

You walked around for what must have been hours.

There was nobody in this building!

You were sure of it!!

You'd opened so many doors, looked in so many closets, under desks...everything! There were no people to be found.

"This was stupid" you sighed deeply leaning against one of the desks, your brow raising as your eyes landed on a cup of caf

"That would be an extreme understatement"

You screeched, jumping damn near out of your skin and promptly whirled around. Darkness was still very much all encompassing and obscuring your vision. However, you could make out the silhouette of a person just in the darkness enough that you couldn't figure out anything else about him

"U-uh"

"Coming over and breaking into the main building of the central policing force of the captial? In broad daylight as well?"

You couldn't tell if the voice was amused or scolding, maybe both

"You've got to be the most ridiculous nat-born I've ever heard of, and as a commanding officer I've seen and heard of plenty"

"C-comanding officer...?" you stammered out "Uh, listen...I-"

"Oh don't be shy now" the voice teased, definitely amused now "You've been rooting around in our stuff for 3 hours without a shred of fear"

"I wasn't rooting around!"

"Oh, and what do you call what you were doing?"

"Invesitgating" you mumbled feeling embaressment flood your system

"And what, pray tell, are you investigating"

Your eyes darted around the silhouette, trying to desperately pick out something more than an outline

"How come" you steeled yourself, it was now or never "How come the guard doesn't come out during the day?"

The individual seemed a bit taken aback by your question, if the silence was anything to tell by, but with a scoff answered you

"There are plenty of men out during the day, I made sure there were so-"

"So it wouldn't raise suspicion over those in the inner circle"

You could have sworn you heard a growl, something dark and testy...something inhuman

"And why...would you think something like that...?"

The figure imposed upon you, closer and closer until you were trapped against the desk.

You stared with large eyes at the form as it came into view with the dim light. What you originally thought was a cloak of sorts, was instead wings. Once presumed human legs, were now seen to be digitigrade - resembling ones like those of a Lasat. And swaying behind it, a long thick tail.

Your gaze trailed up the bare chest before you to narrowed, glaring eyes and barred teeth with...were those fangs?

"Answer me" it demanded

"People talk everywhere, the hell have you been?!" you yelled back, although you couldn't help your knees knocking together. Your body overcome by uncertainty and curiosity.

The creature, man? Thing?- cursed under its breath, tilting its head away from you.

Your gaze flitted to the claw like hooks joined at its collar, keeping the wings cloak-like

"Curious...?" Came their snarky tone

"Yeah" you shot back, raised a hand between the two of you and reached for its chest.

Then you paused just shy of its skin.

"Afraid of me now?" it taunted, but you didn't miss the tone carefully hidden behind the verbal shield

"..." you looked up to its dark, honeyed eyes and looked between them before you opened your mouth to ask "Can I touch you...?"

The being before you leaned back as if startled by your politeness, the cage of its arms no longer as defined, and let its jaw go slack - but only for a moment before it snapped shut with a frown.

One clawed hand reached towards your own, grasping your wrist and pulling it to its chest. The flesh was cool, but not frigid, as it heaved under your fingers. You could feel the pounding beneath the skin, it's racing heart betraying its outwardly behaviour.

You stood up properly, now crowding the creature as your other hand followed suit, trailing along the grey skin to the hook-like claws at its collar and following the appendage that draped around its shoulders. Your curious eyes eating up every detail, every speckle in its skin, every minute twitch it made at your exploration.

"Satisfied?" it growled

"Not yet" you mused, eyes glancing back at its own and shifting your attention to its face.

Your exploring hand touched its cheek, which it begrudingly leaned into, then trailed delicately across its nose, jaw, chin then lips.

"You're...not afraid of me" it mumured against your finger

"You don't seem that scary to me..." your eyes flicked away from its lips to those honey pools. Then you told it your name.

It hummed then mimicked you, your finger still against the soft flesh as it moved to make your name.

"My name is Fox, Marshal Commander of the Courascant Guard"

You blinked in surprise

"Weren't expecting the Marshal Commander to look like this, did you?" he grumbled

"Well...not really..." you confessed softly "What, are you exactly...?"

Fox huffed and, with surprising delicate motions, removed your hands from his body to step back and give you space.

You would be lying if you said you didn't miss the close proximity already.

"This...might take a while to explain" he groaned, a clawed hand pressing to his forehead as he gestured for you to sit while he turned away "You want a cup of caf?"

"Sure" you shrugged glancing around to find a spot to sit, and settled on the desk itself upon not finding anything but the chair.

Fox returned a few minutes later, holding two steaming cups and giving you an amused smirk

"Didn't like my chair?" he asked handing one of the mugs to you with a soft warning

"No, just didn't want to take your seat" you smiled back taking the cup into your hands.

You watched Fox round the desk, his tail trailing almost limp on the floor behind him, before he all but dropped into his chair. He took a long sip then sighed, staring up at you

"I'm a Gargoyle, rest of the higher ups in the guard are too" he grumbled softly.

You sat and eagerly listened as he explained himself and his brothers. How normally they'd turn to stone during the day and at night appear as humans. How they protect against evil, it's in their very base nature, and why he wasn't stone now.

"Sooo..." you drawled out with a pout "You have to be awake in that form because there's evil nearby but you have no idea what it is?"

Fox nodded, finishing off his caf before he spoke again

"That would be the gist of the situation, yes"

You hummed in thought with furrowed brows

"Wait, so where is everyone else?"

The man-gargoyle before you scowled and swiveled away from you

"They're gone"

"What do you mean? You can't do all this on your own" you reasoned, leaning forward to swat at the back of the chair in attempt to latch onto it

"I don't know where they are" came the quiet and hurt reply.

You froze at the fragile tone

"One day, they were just gone. It was only me from then on - well until you broke in like an insane person"

"I am not insane"

The chair swiveled back to face you, Fox giving you a disbelieving grin.

But as he did so, you lost your balance and tumbled straight into his lap.

"Well, that's twice you fell today...should we be worried about brain damage?"

You squeaked and scrambled up, only to feel his hands on your hips to steady you

"You knew about that?!"

"I told you I watched you rummaging around..." he said with a raised brow

"Right" you grumbled

Fox studied you for a moment, then gently pulled you closer to him. Settling you snugly in his lap and close to his chest.

"You really aren't afraid of me" he mused more to himself than to you

"I said I wasn't" you pouted

"Forgive me for not believing you" he rolled his eyes, one clawed hand leaving your side to smooth through your tresses "I suppose, you'd like to leave"

You frowned at the sadness hidden in those words but was so evident in his eyes

"I...could stay longer" you offered "Not like there's anyone waiting for me"

He raised a brow at you

"Someone as beautiful and strangely endearing as you has nobody? That hardly seems right"

You shrugged

"Would you prefer I did?"

A low growl emitted from his throat

"I would rather not"

"See, I thought so" you smiled teasingly "I will eventually need to go home" you reminded softly

"You could stay here" he offered quickly, then cursed at himself

"You want me to stay here? You barely know me" you giggled

Fox huffed at you

"You aren't afraid of me, you had the guts to break in here, and you have been nothing but kind - excuse me for enjoying the company"

Your gaze softened at his admission. You weren't sure exactly why you weren't frightened by his form, nor why you felt the need to be close with him. You'd known him for less than a day and you felt so intrinsically drawn to him it was maddening. You reached both hands forward and touched his cheeks then pressed your forehead sweetly against his, with a hushed-

"Hey, if you need me to stay for a while, I guess I can do that. But, you'll have to let me go home and grab some things, I can't live off Caf and-" you gestured to the fabric tied at his hips "Whatever you want to call that wardrobe disaster"

Fox scoffed at you, but as you pulled away from him noticed his flustered state. His grey skin burning with pink and red hues and his gaze shifting to you breifly then back towards the darkness around you.

"What" you frowned "What's going on now?"

Fox swallowed thickly then took your hand in his, and laced your fingers.

You watched him with confusion and interest, squeezing his hand when he let out a soft gasp.

"You know..." he began softly "Something about you makes me feel a little more alive and far less alone"

You blushed at his endearing words

"Wow...that's...a lot, beautiful, but a lot" you giggled out flattered by his confession.

You then sighed and glanced at the chrono on his wall, gently untangling your digits from his and standing up

"If you want me to stay for a bit, you'll have to let me go home and get some things, alright?"

Fox looked a bit distressed as he fiddled and then stood abruptly

"I-I'll go with you"

You frowned and patted his arm

"You told me you can't go far from this place, it's not biggie. I'll be right back"

Your words didn't seem to settle his nerves. You weren't sure why he suddenly got all flustered and anxious for, but whatever. You'd chalk it up to a weird Gargoyle thing...or a weird Fox thing.

You started heading back to the file room you'd entered the building from, Fox trailing along behind you diligently. Once inside, he helped you climb into the window and then into the afternoon sun.

"You'll come right back" his words demanded but his tone pleaded

You shook your head with a smile

"I promise I'll be right back, don't worry. You're being pretty strange Mr. Commander." you teased easing out the window and landing on the ground with a bang "I'm fine!" you called to the window then headed home

You did as you said. Went home, grabbed a few things to keep you for a few days then headed back to the guard with a bag strapped to your shoulder. But this time, when you climbed through the window, you found the file containers had been moved to give you an easy way in and out. You smiled softly and made your way into the dark hallway and called out.

"I'm back, as promised!"

You let out a scream as you were suddenly scooped up and pressed to a warm, bare chest. Upon recognition crossing your mind you struggled and angrily swatted at your keeper

"Fox!! The hell!!!"

"Do you know how terrible it was waiting for you?!" he grumbled looking at you with a distressed gaze "Don't torment me like that...! What if something happened to you?"

You blinked at him

"Fox, I just went home and came back, chill out man"

Fox settled you down but continued to hover as he followed you, all the while grumbling to himself

"If you have something to say," you tossed your bag onto his desk "then just say it"

"How the kriff am I supposed to feel when my mate is out there on her own?!" he yelled waving his arm out into the darkness

"Your...WHAT?!" You gawked "I'm not your mate! I didn't agree to that!"

"Yes, you did!" he argued "Before you left!"

You frantically thought back but couldn't think of when you agreed to marry the commander

"No, I didn't!!"

"Yes, you did! Infact, you initiated it." he huffed crossing his arms over his broad chest

You stared at him, as if you were buffering, in disbelief

"No, I didn't" you urged feeling even more confused

"Yes...you did" his tone was softer this time as he closed the distance.

He took your hands and placed them on his cheeks then touched your foreheads and let them settle like that.

Your eyes widened as it dawned on you.

Oh shit...you really did.

He then pulled back with a hurt gaze and a frown. His hand connecting to yours and lacing your fingers

"...and...I accepted"

You took in a deep breath, feeling the room spin.

You didn't mean that...!

"Fox...I-"

"You...didn't know, did you?" he sighed deeply then pulled away "It's alright. I, uh, should have been more aware. I just got caught all up in the moment"

You frowned at his dejection.

Was it really that bad? You'd only known him today, but he seemed genuinely kind and had treated you with nothing but respect - even when he had no reason to do so. He was all alone too, and clearly had been for a long time. plus...it wasn't like you didn't feel anything towards him - quite the opposite really. And like you'd told him before, you definitely didn't have anyone at home waiting for you.

"I didn't know, you're right." you nodded, watching his shoulders slump further "But...it would be wrong for me to push you away"

"No, I won't hold you to being responsible for something you had no ide-"

You stepped into his space and took his hand, delicately

"It's alright..." you whispered staring up at him "I guess...having a husband wouldn't be all that bad...if he's as cool as you"

His head surged forward, pressing your foreheads together again as he squeezed your hand. His eyes were closed and his brows knitted with emotion.

You couldn't help but smile at his display, and closed your eyes as you leaned a bit further into the gesture.

Fox held you against him as a cracking sound filled your ears, but when you went to open your eyes, they were promptly covered.

"Don't look yet" his voice was soft and sounded just a touch different than before.

A few minutes of waiting made you grow anxious. Your hands grasped his hand covering your field of view only to quickly let go feeling his claws missing.

Fox chuckled as he moved his hand and waited for your response.

You opened your eyes, one at a time in unsurity, to meet the form of a man.

A normal man.

"Uh...."

"Don't worry, it's still me" Fox urged gently "Is...is this okay? Am...I okay?"

You blinked in surprise. Your eyes roaming across the muscular bronze skin littered in tiny scars. He held the fabric to himself, now too big for his body, but a steady blush rose to your cheeks seeing the line of hair travelling down into the area hidden by the fabric. You forced your gaze up to the smug yet bashful grin, dark hair and those same dark amber eyes.

"Well...if your reaction is anything to judge by..." he snorted

"Excuse you!!" you exclaimed quickly spinning around

"I'd much rather you like what I look like than not" he chuckled wrapping his arms around your form and his chest pressing against your back

"A-ah...your blanket-thing" you stammered

"I tied it, don't worry" he mused his face nuzzling into the crook of your neck "Every night I return to this form...a version of me that can properly love you"

You blushed deeply, biting your lip, then blurted out before you could stop yourself-

"You could love me the way you were before"

Your newly accidentally-wedded-husband let out a soft but dark growl against your skin. Then spun you around.

Your breath hitched only a fraction a second before his lips collided with your own. Melding against your set with passion and heat.

He crowded you backwards until your butt bumped into his desk, then reached around you to shove everything off it - the contents clattering loudly to the floor before he broke your kiss only to slowly and gingerly maneuvere you on top of it.

You gasped softly as he partially climbed above you, pinning you to the surface and immediately pressing his body to yours and capturing your lips again in feverish kisses.

You pulled back and smiled softly as he chased after you

"You know...why don't you let me help you find your broth-" your question being silenced with a gasp as his fingers tug into your thigh

"I knew you were perfect" he breathed against your lips "Now, Mesh'la, let me prove to you why you made a good choice"

You really meant it.

You were even more determined after your first night together that you were going to help Fox not only find his brothers, but rid the planet of the evil that kept him from being able to rest.

#submission #pineapple's 2023 halloween party #monster au #Commander fox #commander fox x reader #commander fox x you #commander fox x female reader #gargoyle #commander fox is a gargoyle #mentions of the corrie guard

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always-andromeda · 1 year

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hi! so excited for your valentine’s event! if you’re still accepting requests, could I perhaps get a white chocolate truffle with our dear mr. the riddler?

to keep it fun and seasonal, maybe it’s your first valentine’s day together and all he’s ever seen are movies, commercials, etc. so he’s super flustered and nervous that he has to like make this grand gesture and buy you a bunch of stuff, but maybe whatever he’s planning falls thru for some reason and he’s really upset? but then you comfort him and let him know that you don’t need any of that stuff and you end up eating an entire box of cheap chocolates together and watching a movie or something?

but also if you don’t like that premise, absolutely feel free to go with whatever you want! love your writing!! 💘💚

– 𝐃𝐞𝐯𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐘𝐨𝐮

𝐄𝐝𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐝 𝐍𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐭𝐨𝐧 𝐱 𝐆𝐍!𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: don't you worry, anon. I adored this premise. and I genuinely loved writing it. so much so that it came out to a little over a thousand words oops I didn't mean to I promise!!

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: this ended up being a bit more angsty than I meant for it to be lmao, bits of fluff, blood mention (nothing graphic), Edward essentially has a meltdown, nothing else I can think of!

The day was supposed to be perfect. It was supposed to be a chocolate filled, candy coated, heart shaped, ribbon wrapped day of romance. That's how these sorts of holidays worked, right? Edward expected that he'd be planning so much that he'd barely get to feel the gratification of any of his efforts. Your adoring expression when you saw how devoted he was to making everything special would be his reward.

But with the way things were looking, he was losing it. Edward took a shallow breath and closed his eyes, going over the mental checklist for all of the things that had gone wrong that day.

He hadn't gotten the day off even though he'd requested it nearly a month in advance. Edward wouldn't forget the sneer on Zach's face as he chuckled and said, "Don't you need a date in order for that to work, Eddie boy?" Never mind his protest that he did have a date, which was precisely why he needed the day off in the first place. Zach didn't care. It had taken everything in Edward not to tear him to pieces in his stupid corporate office.

He figured he'd deal with it. That just meant his day was going to be a bit busier. At least the restaurant he wanted to take you out to was all set.

At least until he got home from work, flower bouquet in hand and called the restaurant for the fourth time that day, learned that their computer system had crashed, and wiped most of their reservation roster for the night.

As much as Edward pitied the poor, panicked employee on the other end and the kind of night they were going to face, he had his own worries. He hung up quickly and leaned back against the kitchen wall, making a mental note to call later and see if the issue was fixed.

Alright, Edward. You're already lucky that you got this chance in the first place. And you're screwing it up. Just breathe. And do something.

So he did something. He found a vase in one of the cupboards for the flowers; a nice crystal one that would look perfect displayed on the coffee table, waiting for you when you got back to your apartment as well.

All his life he'd had butterfingers. And once more, they struck at the worst possible moment. As he carried the crystal vase to the coffee table in the living room, before he could quite process it, the vase was slipping from his hands and falling to the floor with a heart shattering crash.

Now he was on the ground, hurriedly sweeping the pieces of broken glass with his bare hands. Among the shards were flowers, now all scattered and already starting to look disheveled. The water was soaking into the knees of his slacks.

And the icing on the cake? Of course he had to slice his finger on a shard of glass when he wasn't paying attention. Without hesitation, he attempted to stop the blood flow...using the sleeve of his white button up. But he was already too far gone.

You're screwing it up. You can't do anything right, can you? You're going to end up alo–

He clamped his hands around his ears, trying to block out the voice, trying to catch his breath, trying to hold onto something; anything. But it was like he was drowning. Going further and further down, the water clogged all of his senses.

Edward? Eddie? Eddie!

Finally, he felt a hand on his shoulder. And it all stopped. Edward opened his eyes and blinked heavily, catching your scared expression for only a few seconds before you replaced it with a tentative smile.

"Hey, are you with me?"

Edward nodded slowly, only just beginning to feel the waves of hot tears that had started rolling down his cheeks. This wasn't the first meltdown you'd witnessed from him. But it was the first one he'd had on a holiday. As much as they intimidated him, he'd managed to keep it together. Something about this one though pressed him so thin that he felt like he could shatter at any minute.

And you already seemed so aware of it as you helped him get up and said, "You're home, you're with me."

You caught sight of the bright red blood on his shirt cuff and took his hand in yours tenderly, examining the small cut on the side of his index finger. "Let's take care of this first, alright?”

You took him into your little bathroom and carefully cleaned the wound before rubbing in a small dot of antibiotic ointment and sending him in your room to pick out a set of pajamas from your dresser. Normally, Edward would feel embarrassed, having sets of pajamas at your apartment for all the times he stayed over; he hated being alone at night. But now, he was grateful to get out of the damp slacks and bloodstained button up.

By the time he finished getting dressed, you'd picked the remaining pieces of glass, sopped up the water, and placed all the flowers on paper towels in your kitchen. And when he'd looked at them shamefully, you came up behind him, wrapping your arms around his midsection. Then you spoke, "They're beautiful flowers, Edward. Thank you. Maybe I could press them and use them in a project. That way I can keep them forever."

Edward hummed lightly, "That sounds lovely." You are lovely, he wanted to say. But somehow, he could tell that you already knew it as you walked him out to the living room, a massive box of chocolates and a small bottle of red wine on the coffee table.

"It's not much, but I didn't know if you'd have anything planned. So I figured we could spend the night in," you explained.

Edward didn't have the energy to scold himself for forgetting to tell you about his plan for the evening. None of that mattered anymore. He was tired. Exhausted, actually. But more than that, he was in love. In love with you and your gentle touch and your hopeful eyes as you waited for his reply. Like if the chocolate and the wine wasn't there, you'd probably still be content anyways. Content with him.

"I wouldn't ask for anything else, my angel," Edward said, his lips forming into a small, semi-circular smile as he pulled you into a warm, comforting embrace.

#chocolate box valentine event❣️#paul dano #danocel #danonation #the batman #edward nashton #dano!riddler #edward nashton x reader #edward nashton x y/n #edward nashton x you #edward nashton fluff #dano!riddler x reader #dano!riddler x you #dano!riddler x y/n #dano!riddler fluff #˚ʚ meda writes ɞ˚

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sirthisisa-wendys · 1 year

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Are you comfortable writing doctor( the character as the doctor) x reader nsfw stuff?( it’s medical play basically) It’s okay if you’re not comfortable, i respect the right to accept or deny requests as per your thoughts on this topic. And if you do write for it then can you do it for ran it benkei?

YES I AM COMFY WITH THIS... hopefully I did this right? It's hella long for each one, but the plot unfolds and is worth it!

The Doctor Will See You Now: Ran Haitani / Keizo Arashi x Fem!Reader

wc: 1.8k

tw: nsfw

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Ran Haitani - The Plastic Surgeon

"You want a breast reduction?"

You clutch your hands in your lap and nod, looking at the handsome, short-haired medical professional across you. His white coat proclaims "R. Haitani" in a purple serif font that matches his hair color, but you're not amused by that. You've seen his Instagram; this is the least of your concerns. If you could even call them that.

"Why?" He taps his pen against his cheek, and you sigh, clenching your jaw. "Let me guess. Your lover said something about them being 'too big.'" You look up and catch his eyes, a knowing look lingering behind them. "I've been in this business for almost a decade. I know a forced surgery when I see one." Ran stands and adjusts his lab coat before beginning his trek over to you. He sits on the edge of the desk and faces you, his eyes roaming up and down your physique.

"Let me see them."

Your lips part in shock, but Ran remains still, the pen in his hand now tapping against his thigh. "Go on. Take your top off."

"It's a dress," you murmur, standing to your feet shakily and unlacing it from behind. The dress falls open, and for a moment, you consider unhooking your bra.

"I'll help you." Ran walks around to unhook your bra, his fingers warm against your cold skin. The bra falls to the ground soundlessly, and you stand in the middle of the surgeon's office, bare except for your underwear. The plastic surgeon returns to look at each breast, taking your right one in his hand and cupping it lightly. You shiver at his touch, and your nipples perk up, showing off your obvious arousal. "You don't want a reduction, do you?"

"Not really," you admit, looking down at your feet.

"Then I can't perform surgery on you. It's an elective surgery, so I can't do it without your desire unless your quality of life will be impaired."

"But my boyfri--" Ran frowns, searching your face again.

"Is he in the waiting room?" You nod silently, looking the surgeon in his eyes. "I'd like him to come and speak with me. Will you go get him?"

"What will you tell him?" you wonder, redressing reluctantly.

"I'll tell him what he needs to hear. It's only right." You get your boyfriend and usher him into Ran's office, trying not to seem anxious.

"I just wanted to talk with you about care since you're her boyfriend," Ran offers politely, motioning toward a seat across from his desk. "Do you two live together?"

"Not yet," your boyfriend answers. "We'll be getting a house soon, though."

"With your money or her money?" Your boyfriend's eyes flash, but ran holds up his hands. "I'm just trying to determine who the primary payer will be for this operation."

"Her money," the man answers glibly. "She makes a ton of money with her new job." Ran nods, placing his chin on his laced-together fingers.

"Will you be able to care for her for up to four weeks post-op?"

"Like, round-the-clock care?" Ran nods slowly. "I... I have things to do, you know. Might have to hire someone." The doctor gets up from his seat and walks over to your boyfriend, just like he did to you before, sitting on the edge of his desk. But this time, he doesn't have a pen in his hands.

"You're willing to pay out of pocket for a nurse?" Before your boyfriend can answer, Ran grabs him by his shirt front, glaring at him while he hisses, "With your money?" Your boyfriend stammers a shoddy response, to which Ran responds by backing him against the office door.

"Give me her keys."

"W-what?" Slap.

"Her keys, you leech!" Shaking fingers produce your car keys, your apartment keys, and a single mailbox key. "Tell her 'thank you' for putting up with your bullshit." Your boyfriend glances at you, a plea to help him hidden behind his eyes, but you just stare at him wide-eyed.

"Say it!"

"T-thank you for putting up with my b-bullshit, y/n!"

"Tell her you'll never bother her again!"

"I'll-I'll never bother you again!"

Ran lets the man go, then returns to his desk after handing you your keys. "I'll have the front desk call you an Uber back to your place. Now get the fuck out of my sight."

"I'll... I'll sue you for this," the man barks, shaking furiously against the wall.

"Who would believe you?" With those four words, your now ex-boyfriend scrambles out of the room and leaves the two of you alone. Ran sighs loudly, pressing his fingers to his temples. "His breath reeked of booze."

"Thanks," you whisper meekly. "No one's ever--"

"Think nothing of it." Ran slides you his card, suddenly recovered from his headache. "Call me sometime. I'd love to take you out now that you're single."

You think the desk is comfortable with your legs wrapped around your white knight. "S-sorry," Ran mutters in your ear, his hips stuttering as his desk shakes. "Couldn't wait until the end of the day."

"Wanted me so bad, huh?" Ran licks down your chest, stopping to appreciate your breasts with little kisses and hickies left over your flesh. "We had dinner planned--"

"I'll have to reschedule the reservation..." Ran's eyes glance at the clock but then return to your face. "No harm, no foul, eh?"

"Just keep fucking me," you urge him, feeling his cock twitch inside you when you clench around him. "Feels so damn good."

"Glad you didn't get that breast reduction," Ran hisses, nuzzling one of them carefully. "They're so divine. Like pillows." He places your nipple between his lips, swirling his tongue over it while sucking as hard as possible. "And so sensitive..." As if to demonstrate, Ran lightly bites the nipple before licking it to ease the pain. "You're a fucking goddess."

Keizo Arashi - The General Surgeon

"Well, if it isn't my frequent flyer," Keizo Arashi muses, flipping the charts in his hand. "What brings you in here this time, missy?"

"Got a little cut here," you admit, showing the buff man your hand.

"Looks like you need some stitches," he answers, turning your hand to and fro. "How'd you get this one?"

"If I told you, I'd have to kill you." Keizo chuckles, shaking his head and writing the injuries down on the papers before turning around.

"I'll be right back. Don't do anything stupid while I'm gone."

"No promises!" you yell after him, smirking. Being the town's local idiot wasn't so bad. You think about all the times you've stumbled into Keizo's domain with a flesh wound, only for him to sew you up and send you back into the world with an admonishment or playful remark about your tool handling.

"You need to invest in better gloves," Keizo murmurs as he wanders back into the room, holding his suture kit with both hands. All these years, you'd wondered how the giant man had such dexterity with a needle, but your question had been answered simply with "he just does." "Or invest in less dangerous glass."

"Hey," you counter, holding your uninjured hand up. "I didn't hurt both this time."

"Glad for it," Keizo quips, looking at your injured hand and holding it in his palm. "I would hate to be the one that has to wipe your ass."

"You're an asshole. You don't even come by to see what I make with my hands."

"I don't like seeing trash, is all." He applies some antiseptic, which makes you hiss. "Lords knows what you do with your hands all day."

"I'll show you what I can do with my hands," you snap. Keizo looks up at you with his ice-blue eyes and smirks.

"Oh, yeah?"

"Not like that." But you're not so sure. Keizo takes the needle out, and you turn away, trying not to pale. It's no secret that you two flirt non-stop when you're in the same area. It's been a thing for years but has yet to come to fruition. Not into a full-fledged relationship, at least.

"Still afraid of needles..." He chuckles as you tense up, squeezing your eyes shut. "You'd think after being her two-hundred-and-one out of the three-hundred-and-sixty-five days of the year, you'd get over your fear."

"Exposure therapy doesn't work on me."

"Obviously." The silence grows as Keizo continues his sewing. You're thankful you can't feel it, but part of you wants to glance at your wound anyway. "Done." You look at your hand and see it's been sewn up neatly. "Won't leave a jagged scar or anything. Now let me bandage it up and get you out of here."

"How many days until I can--"

"Not until you get those stitches out."

"But I have--"

"And I have other non-repeat offenders in my lobby. But here we are."

"Kei." The sound of his nickname makes him pause as he washes his hands. "You'll come by to help me, won't you?"

"Stained glass isn't my thing anymore, y/n." You pout as he turns around, wiping his hands with a paper towel. Keizo sighs, tossing the paper into the trashcan before putting his hands in the pockets of his mint green scrubs. "I'll come by on the weekends. But you owe me."

"Yay!" You hop down from the gurney and place your arms around him before kissing his cheek. "You're the best surgeon around."

"The only surgeon around."

"Mind if I repay you right now?" Keizo's eyes flick from the open door to you, and he exhales sharply, a smile tugging at his lips.

"What're you thinking?"

"Close the door. Let me do the honors of helping you... relax."

"No hands."

"Scout's honor." Keizo closes and locks the door before leaning against it and cooking his finger at you. He fishes his cock out from his pants and fists it, showing off his erection. You get on your knees and lick up the base of his cock, following the sound of his sighs and moans while you lick the tip repeatedly.

"That's my girl..." Keizo leans back and places a hand on your head, guiding you as you suck his cock. "So good at this. Why'd we ever stop?"

"Med school," you answer with a mouthful of his dick. Keizo grunts, lacing his fingers through your hair.

"Damn." You finally manage to get most of his cock down your throat when he grabs your head with both hands and begins to fuck your face. Saliva coats his dick liberally, and you feel tears leak out of your eyes, each one running down your pretty face. Keizo looks down at you and pants softly, listening to your gagging noise with pleasure. "Should've been a dentist so I can say I'm giving you an oral exam, huh?"

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lyomeii · 2 years

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Reynold Eckhart getting married

->warning: yandere theme,

->request by anon! Hello!!!!! Im so happy i found your account!!!!Can you do one for reynold but with rush wedding because of the reader is pregnant or something? Ohhh you can also make it yandare if you want!! Ohh decline this if you are not comfortable!!!

->a/n: :) I loved writing this one enjoy it ;)

-> none one from the eckhart state knew how to react to reynold situation or how he manage to hide from everyone for so long

-> you, his secret significant other, pregnant with reynold children is current sitting in the duke’s office waiting for your boyfriend to gain courage to talk with his father about the current situation but minutes passed and nothing came from their mouths, so you started talking

-> you told the duke that you’ve been dating his son for more than one year in secret from him and your parents, how you met reynold in secrets during the nights and now you are pregnant

-> the tension got higher between the two eckhart, but ignoring it, you stand up and approach the duke, speaking to him that you would resolve this situation

-> just gave you some money to live far away from his dukedom and make sure none one would spare rumors abou reynold, simple

-> but your loving boyfriend and the duke denied that idea, both of them speaking how cruel that would be and how you could get hurt and even killed, they have the desire to protect you and your baby

-> the duke is making you marry reynold, the boy is in love with and since you are carrying an eckhart, why not marry him in a couple of weeks?

-> and reynold accept it, already imagining a small ceremony with his family and some servants, and the dress showing your belly!

-> now you are locked inside the manor, reynold doesn’t live your side, he is afraid that you might try run away from him or get hurt from someone or something, he can’t let that occur

-> the dress was chose by you, a simple one to help you walk without forcing yourself but beautiful enough to turn heads, at least that what duke told you

-> soon, the wedding started and holding a bouquet, your belly showing a little, you walked though the altar slowly while the veil hide your face from your future husband and in-law

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The moment you stopped in front of reynold, you could sense his nervousness, but with courage, his shaking fingers throw the veil behind your shiny hair, showing him your beauty to him.

“ Angel….” he lets escape the nickname from his lips, remembering that no matter how you looked, you still the person he fallen in love years ago, even you never notice him watching you from afar when younger or the flowers he left in your windows, but somehow, he manage to have you, to hold you as he always wanted.

For how long could he watch you doing nothing but still admiring you? Forever he could says. “ Reynold Eckhart” the voice of the priest caught him off guard, did he lost that much of time only watching you? “ Do you accept them as your spouse?” the pinked haired boy grabbed your hands and put you closer than before.

A sweet smile formed in his face, reynold could live in this moment forever, “ I accept” and with the priest permission, he kissed his spouse, knowing that now, they belong to each other forever.

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-> now, you spend your days in his side, waiting for the day to you give birth, reynold doesn’t care for the gender, he will love a boy and a girl the same way, as long they are healthy and happy, he is happy

@lyomeii stuff || don’t repost

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guiltycorp · 2 years

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Diluc event thoughts!! SPOILERS! This is far more than I expected tbh, simply because at least there’s some new info. Even if it’s not exactly integrated into gameplay well at all haha. At least it’s proof that mihoyo still cares about those specific characters and their relationship! What other duo in the game receives that much attention! Adelinde dialogue + Kaeya Kind of sad how she turned him away even if her phrasing implied that it was solely for the mission. Didn’t even give him any wine. Contrasted with how Diluc gave the Traveller super expensive grape juice... Ehh. Kinda harsh.

But on to the good part. Kaeya’s letters (beautiful handwriting lol)

Some timeline info - Diluc didn’t leave the city straight away after the fight and his resignation from the Knights. Varka, Jean and Kaeya started unraveling Eroch’s dealings very soon after Crepus’s death.

Kaeya is so............. Didn’t even wait for Diluc to leave to start writing to him with relevant news. This is getting sadder.

I hope that everyone will check on the secret compartment since at least it confirms that Diluc did answer him on occasion. Plus it says something that he recently reread those letters and left them strewn across the room.

However it doesn’t seem like Diluc shared any info about his travels, and instead Kaeya sleuthed everything about him himself, like the information about the secret organization and that Diluc is the Darknight Hero.

Now more than ever I want to see more details of their fight, I kind of assumed that it wasn’t just Kaeya straightforwardly sharing his secrets and that instead he might have also said some meaner stuff about Diluc himself, but then again. According to this event, maybe not. Side-eying Diluc tbh, so far it doesn’t seem like whatever Kaeya told him was bad enough to warrant slashing at him with a claymore.

Oh yeah and we have confirmation that Diluc really went for it, enough to at least injure Kaeya.

And it’s also still a bit unclear what was happening before the fight. Why didn’t Kaeya come along with Crepus and Diluc to the winery during Diluc’s 18th birthday, did he live and work separately back then too? That would explain at least why him staying in the winery is seen as a bit of an issue by the household.

This bit... People seem to think that this means Kaeya and Diluc get along just fine and they’re simply too private for other people like Varka to notice. But idk. To me this reads like Kaeya quietly accepting that Diluc isn’t interested in any actual communication (after all, his answering letters are all brief, first one provoked by Kaeya’s ‘eye’ comments), and that he respects Diluc’s boundaries enough not to force the issue.

Varka’s letter

So.... Varka really was away on an expedition during the incident of Crepus’s death? Since he says that Jean ‘wrote to him’ even though they would assumedly work in the same office. But in Kaeya’s second letter he writes that Varka ‘would have probably sat [Diluc] down for a talk’ if he learned of his plans to leave, so he was in the city after all? Unclear.

Interesting that Varka would go as far as to attribute Ursa’s death to Crepus, claiming that Eroch stole his credit, even though in the manhwa it was stated clearly that Dottore defeated the drake later, thus putting Mondstadt in the Fatui’s debt.

So, apparently this is confirmation that Eroch was one of Dottore’s clones.

But like, this also means that Varka is a huge liar since he didn’t actually unveil the truth of the incident and Mond seemingly accepted the version of the story where Dottore saved the city lol.

In which case it’s also more understandable that Diluc still holds onto his grudge against the Knights.

Also, Diluc’s answer... He’s a bit um. Obsequious? Daddy issues showing I guess. Wonder if he would slander Knights of Favonius as freely as he usually does to Varka’s face.

Alice’s letter

Small detail, but I find it funny how she mentions both Diluc’s ‘brother(s)’ AND his friends, while Diluc himself only mentioned ‘friends’ in his Cat Tail’s message. What’s even going on inside his head.

Letter from the Winery

Just overall weird implications that the Winery’s staff is aware of Diluc’s fight with Kaeya and that their disagreement was severe and loud enough to almost warrant refusing to host him when he visits, but not really.

Since Kaeya still visits often ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Having such an ambiguous status is not particularly good for Kaeya’s character though.

Jean’s letter

Nothing of note except that she mentions Abyss Order as a known entity. Chronologically that’s when Diluc had just returned to Mond, so the Abyss Order was already around before the events of the game, although unclear for how long.

Secret Compartment

I LOVE THAT KAEYA ISN’T 100% ROYALTY AFTER ALL like wow im just so happy about this!! His family might have stepped up as ‘regents’ in the wake of the cataclysm (or earlier, but the cataclysm seems to be the implication) but that is far more noble than being monarchs who failed to save their people!

With that, all the royalty hints still kind of make sense, but relieve him of the responsibility and unsavory implications. I think it’s 100% the correct decision for the writers to make, they wouldn’t be able to properly condemn monarchy lol.

And the fact that his family line is compared to fire, it’s just so poetic. Especially if my theories about owl stuff will get confirmed later and then Ragnvindrs will also be connected to Khaenri’ah’s people in that way.

And Irmin? In real life Irmin or Jǫrmun is theorized to be one of Odin’s avatars or a proto-version of ‘the main god’ in Norse/Germanic mythology, and Irminsul (one of the holy trees) gets its name from him, too. I wonder if in Genshin this is the only one-eyed king or one from the line of many.

I suppose no time travel is involved after all and Alberichs simply survived throughout the last 500 years. And Kaeya never saw Khaenri’ah as it was before Celestia struck it down!

This has cool implications for his motivations, as someone who didn’t have to live through the trauma of genocide and war himself but still inherited the grievances of his ancestors.

It’s also even a closer parallel to immigrant narratives than I previously thought. I wonder if that also means that Kaeya has more living relatives around.

*bangs pots* alive mom from teyvat

By the way, checked the chinese version and he uses 义父 to refer to Crepus, still a rather literary title used for a father figure, not necessarily ‘adopted’. But eng translators have clearly decided to stick to adoption, whatever.

And ah... So his hidden eye has a scar over it after the fight, but it’s still in working condition? Unclear why he was hiding it and continues to do so, magical eye probably still a possibility.

Despite their polite tone, this exchange still reads as a bit petty. Diluc didn’t apologize still, so... Even if Kaeya doesn’t blame him for anything, it’s a bit strange for Diluc to be this alright with maiming his closest friend.

THAT SAID it’s cute that Diluc starts every time with ‘thanks for the letter’. And that he told Kaeya to take better care of himself.

But still... Kaeya involves himself in all of Diluc’s affairs, he always talks about him, he regularly writes letters to him, he’s lonely and he spends way too much effort on trying to get closer to him again. All of their interactions (except for the first on-screen one) have been started and maintained by Kaeya. What does he get in return? Hmm.

Just give us something mihoyo... Anything. Diluc going out of his way to help Kaeya or at least a phrase from him implying that there’s a reason for his reticence? Some guilt or perhaps a misguided attempt to let Kaeya build another new life without him, I don’t even know.

Also at this point the Traveller must be fully aware that Kaeya’s from Khaenri’ah if they had any doubts before. But considering that they don’t even try to question either Venti or Zhongli about the cataclysm, this is unlikely to be all that important for the main story.

#genshin spoilers #genshin lore #diluc event #diluc #kaeya #text

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angelltheninth · 2 years

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Protection Services

Pairing: Enforcer Grayson x Reader

Tags: fluff, fake relationship, hand kisses, cheek kisses, friends to lovers, protective Grayson

Word count: 0.7k

A/N: Been having a headache for the whole day so this is all I could write for today. Gonna try to get that Sevika fic tomorrow. The prompt for this one was 'fake/pretend relationship' with Grayson. For more fics from the 5k event you can go to my wholesome list or to the darker list if you want something a bit more spicy.

When you heard that you would be getting witness protection you expected maybe a few officers outside your place, keeping watch, maybe one two watching offer you from afar while you go to and from work. The usual stuff. Not Grayson asking you to move in with her. Sure you've been friends for years now but this was a little over the top, even for her.

What made it even more bizarre was that Grayson introduced you as her partner.

"Well I wanted to have a little alone time you see. However I couldn't hide this cutie forever." Is what she said as she wrapped her arm around your back and pulled you close, kissing your cheek, setting your face aflame.

You played along, you had to play along, at least until you knew you'd be safe again.

However this didn't mean that you can't get angry.

"The hell was that?" You shrugged off her arm as soon as the two of you were inside her home. You looked at her demanding an explanation.

Grayson sighed, "I was improvising. And honestly, if people believe you're my lover I don't think anyone would dare make a move against you."

You huffed and sat on the couch your hand sliding over warm face, "That's not the point. You could have at least given me some sort of heads up. You really put me on the spot there."

"Well good thing we play off each other really well then." Grayson took a seat next to you and started working on unbuttoning her uniform, "I am sorry though, I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable by implying a romantic relationship."

"I wasn't." You snap at her, only realizing that you did so after the words have left your mouth. Your cheeks heat up again, "I mean not about that anyway."

Grayson's eyebrows shot up, "What do you mean?"

You felt your heart beating out of your chest with each passing second, "Nothing. I just mean... being in a relationship with you wasn't the bad part."

You haven't seen Grayson rendered speechless many times, she always had a comeback ready to go. Not this time. She looked at you like you had grown a second head. It made you shift and wiggle on the spot.

After what seemed like an eternity she finally spoke, "Oh. I... I think I understand."

"Oh my god." You groaned and hid your face in your hands.

"Hey, no look at me please. I'm not mad or anything. Just you know surprised that you... felt that way towards me." Grayson rubbed her knuckled awkwardly, the atmosphere suddenly very tense between you two, "Why did you agree to living with me then? I imagine it can't feel comfortable when you... kept those feelings hidden."

You certainly never imagined Grayson to be so shy about this, it almost seemed like she was more shy about this than you.

"I like being around you. And I accepted that you wouldn't return my feelings. Being your friend is more than enough you know? But when you said that, it just, opened up those feelings again, you know. If you want me to leave, I get it. I'll go tomorrow." Just saying those words makes you want to shrink into yourself, your heart breaking, thinking about Grayson not wanting to be around you anymore.

You stand up and start to leave for your room, fully intent on packing up your stuff. "Wait." Grayson's hand wraps around yours, pulling you back, "Don't leave. You don't have to. Honestly I like having you here. It's... it's nice to have someone to come home to. And as for your feelings, could you give me a little while to sort things out?"

Oh. Well then. Maybe things aren't as bad as you thought. Still you wanted to make sure you weren't just imagining stuff, "Sort things out?"

She gives you a small smile and kisses the back of your hand, "I think I might have a pretty good idea already." Your cheeks flame up once more as she looks into your eyes. She kissed your hand again and wished you good night, leaving you with your own thoughts for the night.

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winns-stuff · 1 year

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LO RANT:

I’m gonna say this cause I’ve been seeing a lot of Minthe edits and finally understanding more and more of her perspective. Persephone is a homewrecker, absolute homewrecker and if this was anyone else the fans would’ve thrown a tantrum because why is it Persephone can get away with knowingly accepting affection, gifts, money, clothes, and even a phone from Hades but Minthe is shamed for also receiving things such as that.

It’s just so annoying and incredibly incompetent to me how they literally do the same things all the damn time yet everyone loves Persephone. Me personally, I hate her with all of my heart I truly believe that she’s very malicious and self serving at the end of the day. She reminds me of those villains targeting old lonely vulnerable rich men all for their money while trying to mask their behavior behind a sweet innocent character…. Oh wait. She’s literally doing just that, like always she’s doing shit like that. She literally took money out of Hades’ account for an apartment without even asking, yes you can argue that they discussed about Persephone moving out but that doesn’t just give someone the okay to take their money and run with it to buy stuff you want. She’s always being a huge extreme brat and it really makes me feel like Demeter is a victim of her damn behavior (I’ve always thought this but it just gives me more reason for it now) because how the hell are you going to get upset at your mother for coddling you when you accept and even welcome being babied by everyone around you. This whole independency thing falls through the floor when you realize that Persephone doesn’t want any independence, all she wants is to be able to get away with things she does and obviously Demeter was more strict with her (unlike Hades) so she couldn’t necessarily do anything without being watched.

I genuinely feel for Minthe, not her actions but her mental state had to be breaking apart with every single day and those two assholes just made it worse. Persephone was always aware that Minthe and Hades were together yet she still allowed herself to be seen publicly with him, she allowed him to get physical, and she didn’t mind kissing him right after they broke up. She was obviously waiting for them to break up to do more bold moves just to spite Minthe and she didn’t even care about how she would feel. I get that you’re jealous that Hades is giving his money away to someone who wasn’t you but that doesn’t mean that you could basically start seeing him and playing fucking house right in the office that she works in. That’s trifling as fuck and I’d be pissed too because not only are you embarrassing me in front of Persephone by showing her that I’m not worth any dignity or respect but you’re embarrassing me in my own workplace as well, you just know that the assistants and other staff members were spreading it around like wild fire and that had to be so stressful to deal with.

Speaking of that actually, fuck Persephone for that because she keeps whining and crying about how rumors made everyone at her college not want to speak with her yet she’s completely fine with doing things that actively ruin Minthe’s reputation and make her a spectacle for everyone to see. That’s one of the main reasons why I don’t feel any sympathy for her and I don’t see why so many people are so keen on protecting her, she’s really not shit and she’s genuinely a terrible person and we all know that if she were a real person no one would like her at all. At least Minthe had a reason for asking Hades for money, she literally only had him to rely on since he insisted on paying for everything and giving her a job, there was an obvious dependency on Hades that he started his damn self (which I have no idea why he thought trapping Minthe into this relationship she never even wanted in the first place would ensure not only a good relationship but a good marriage as well, like you made her lose her job which was the only thing keeping her from getting evicted and he knew it, his job was the only thing keeping her afloat and knowing Hades I just know he paid for the rent by himself cause that’s just how he is, he did the same with Persephone when they went shopping he insisted on buying things for her and spending money, it’s not insane to think that he did the same thing with Minthe’s apartment and her bills) what’s Persephone’s excuse of sticking around Hades and receiving money and gifts from him? She’s incredibly privileged and the heiress to a whole company if she wanted to actually be independent and get a job of her own she could’ve. She’s not like Minthe, she has lots of powerful connections whereas Minthe only had Hades, so she just enjoys being spoiled and she chooses to use only Hades’ money for the things she wants.

Last thing, but I find it incredibly telling that Hades was never truly there for Minthe emotionally. He only wanted to be there when he wanted something from her, never not once did he stand up for her or show her off half as much as he does with Persephone. He’s loud and open about his relationship with her while we barely even see praise coming from Hades and Minthe, it was almost as if he was embarrassed to be with her similar to what the comic wanted us to think with Minthe’s introduction. He listened to Hera bag on his girlfriend even before Persephone was in the picture for probably centuries and never did he ever say anything about it. He’s fucking friends with her! He’s friends and completely fine with everyone who has ever said something bad about Minthe and he doesn’t even care about all the things they said about her. And you expect me to be on their side? After everything you’ve shown us, I’m supposed to be happy that HxP are the only people getting happy endings and no one else that they screwed over to get there? Absolutely the fuck not.

That’s the end of this rant, I’m tired and incredibly irritated with the main couple they make me want to eat my own scalp. It’s so annoying how everyone lets them get away with anything yet Minthe and her fans are just evil for even having a shred of sympathy for her, like y’all stan a murderer and a slave owner. There’s no right choices.

#lo critical #anti lore olympus #anti lo

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monty-glasses-roxy · 8 months

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(ask game) Vanessa and Gregory

Give me two (or more) characters and I'll tell you how their first meeting went and how they feel about each other now.

Okay so. I don't remember if Gregory says Vanny or Vanessa caught him and tried to kill him but uhhhh yeah that was probably their first meeting. If it was still Vanny in control, then the first time he'd really meet Vanessa would be when she catches him in the Prize Counter or the Loading Docks place (I think that's where those are I don't remember). Though I think he sorta wakes up in the lost and found security office so... that might not be entirely her either...?

Lets say it is. I'm gonna say it's then. It's a stressful situation. Vanessa probably doesn't know what else to do with him, and is keeping him in lost and found to try and keep the animatronics from catching him- and no, nevermind that makes no sense either. Okay. So. I guess they first truly meet after that Princess Quest ending??? I guess????? I dunno man this makes so much less sense the more I think about it. Maybe when they took Vanny's knife, they also removed whatever made her make sense? Who knows. Anyway.

If it's after Princess Quest, it's. Awkward to say the least. It probably starts with a "You saved me..." and then after a very long silence, she shits a brick when Freddy suddenly starts talking from a duffelbag. Amazingly, that actually breaks the tension and suddenly the pair of them are back and forth like "Freddy's in a bag???" "Well I wasn't gonna leave him!!" "THIS IS ANIMATRONIC THEFT!!!" "YOU TRIED TO KILL ME!!" "OKAY THIS. Okay. Okay hold on. We can do this." And now they're working out how to get him out undetected before the dayshift clock in. Vanessa meanwhile, is asking about his folks and where he's going now, and well okay, she's got a kid to take care of now, cool okay, one day her life will stop throwing curveballs at her it can't have that many left at this point. Yeah like fuck is she letting the kid that saved not just her life, but all the lives of every future child Vanny would have caught had she not been saved, sleep on the street. Fuck that. She's got a couch. She's got a car. Whatever happens, happens I guess.

Does Gregory trust her at this point? No. Not even remotely. Freddy says she's nice, but Freddy has been wrong about almost everything today so like. Not exactly a stellar review. He already knows he's not sleeping in the same building as her ever if he can help it. He'll just wait till she's away doing stuff and live on naps. That's just how you get by on the street so... yeah this first true meeting with her is so vastly different to every previous encounter with her so far. She seems just as confused, tired, nervous and frazzled at their current situation as he is though so that's helping ease tensions in a weird way. Also the fact she just. Immediately jumped on board with stealing Freddy's head? And then took him to McDonalds or some shit? And then tried to crack a joke about needing something stronger than cola after all of that? Yeah... he's already figured she's just thrown her hands up at this point and is just gonna make do with whatever comes her way. He's also decided her music taste is fucking awful. Seriously, he sees the CDs in her car and just. "Wow your music sucks.", "There's nothing playing???", "Who listens to this?", "HEY-" while Freddy is ignored the more he tries to get them to be nice, and accept that everyone's tastes are different. Look, they just stole an animatronic bear, and the car ride was just silence the whole time, he had to think of something. It's not his fault she's got no taste smh lmao I dunno the whole situation would feel like a blur till then I think

Anyway, after Ruin? After all that shit? They have carried a certain 'WHAT ARE YOU DOING??' 'WHAT ARE YOU DOING??' kind of air to things. At this point, they would help each other commit atrocities but fucking hell if they don't stop stealing each other's fries there's going to be an all out war. It's taken some time to get to that point of course. One of them tries to relieve the tension with something and if it works even remotely, the other one does it another time, and suddenly it's a regular occurence. Vanessa is keeping him safe, warm, fed and somewhat entertained, while Gregory tries to see if he can build a Jenga tower on Freddy's nose. They don't see each other as 'parent and child' or 'guardian and child' or whatever. They're just... them. Found family tropes but it takes a lot longer before they'll ever say it. By this point, they've started bonding over working out how far they could punt Freddy's head in a single kick every time he starts trying to lecture them.

Of course, they're both highly traumatised individuals. They've had to learn what to do for each other, and what to avoid. Neither of them are comfortable with knives for example, so they have to find ways of working around that. Vanessa learns she's scared of rabbits at the same time Gregory learns about it pretty much and the same is true for Gregory's fear of certain loud noises. With this in mind, they've eventually grown very understanding of each other and what they both need from each other when the bad days hit. Sometimes it's space, sometimes it's just to not be left alone, sometimes it's just a hug or something.

So yeah, their opinion of each other now, is pretty much 'I live with them and they're pretty cool actually'. Gregory thinks Vanessa has a few weird habits, terrible music taste and that she's a 'just deal with the hand your dealt' kind of person. Pretty cool of her to do all this without a second thought too. Vanessa has stopped wondering how she ended up caring for a kid at this point, but sometimes she still does, because just her luck, the kid she ended up with would be this one (affectionate). Kid just loves bringing bugs home to put in places bugs really shouldn't be, okay? And he keeps beating her in Mario Kart, whadda hell?? Seriously though, she's so damn grateful for this kid doing what he did, and is endlessly touched whenever she notices him doing something to make things easier on her sometimes. It's the little things that make her happy to have done this like when he spends some time to help find the thing she's lost, or when he decided she deserved a sticker because he said so. Yeah... she likes having him around a lot... Calling him a brother or a son doesn't feel right, but it's definitely a family thing here. Whatever, it doesn't need labelling. Family is family, right?

#fnaf security breach #fnaf vanessa #fnaf gregory #I just like the idea that one of them tried to joke and it was so bad that it became their new way of breaking awkwardness #just 'whats the worst joke ever? oh we could punt freddy into space. that will do.'#anyway yes. vanessa is confusing #makes no sense #that's security breach for you #pop rox answers #vanessa: at this point. this might as well happen.#that's the vibe I'm giving her now #just given up #it is whatever the hell it is and if she doesn't like what it is she can complain as she goes along with whatever it is anyway #maybe #I'm tired and its late so feelings may change on this

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