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vulpixisananimal · 12 days

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(you leave for one loop. One day. And it becomes a blinding disaster. Oh yes, Stardust gets a loop where they can relax and don't need to worry about anything and look what happens.)

(Because of you.)

(I did not do anything.)

(Oh sure! Was I mistaken? Was I mistaken thinking that the one who's always causing trouble, always making things harder, was the one who messed everything up!?!)

(I had to do what I had to do. It's fixed now.)

(Fixed?!? Is that all you care about?!?)

(You grip the sides of the sink. You might be sick again at this rate. You couldn't tell if the nausea was from looping or from the mental argument you were having.)

(It's fine! Really, it's wonderful even! You could share what you learned now. And figure all this out. It's fine.)

(But first, cue Isabeau.)

"You alright, Sif?--" >> "--Just some loopy stuff, not that bad, I'll meet you for breakfast!"

(It's so easy to slip back into the old routine. It's comfortable. It's easy. You can just zone out and respond in exactly the right way. And yet, it made your skin crawl. After all you've been through you're still supposed to memorize a play? What a joke.)

(You go through the motions, get fully dressed, go downstairs, greet your party. Quesadillas again. They'd probably still be tasty, though you wont want them for a bit after these loops.)

"You sure you're alright??--" >> "--Do you think that's why you're sick again?"

(You were zoning out a lot. Change things up.)

"That would make sense, craft exhaustion, right?"

"Alright eat up then 'Frin, gotta get your energy back." (Nille gave you more food like last time.)

"At least let me finish first breakfast." (You say, smiling.) "I am hungry though."

(You still weren't sure if you felt better or worse after taking some time to relax. Although, that 'relaxing' time was cut short. You take a bite of the quesadilla.)

(??!?!!?!)

"Is Bonnie feeling okay?" (You ask.)

"They woke up with a headache, I think it's from that bonk from yesterday." (Nille looked worried at you bringing it up.) "Just, don't mention the burnt food."

(Odile spoke up from behind her book.) "It shouldn't be from that bang on the head. No concussion, any booboos they had Mirabelle healed up."

"Well what else would it be then."

(You quietly eat up the quesadilla. Just think for a second, Loop. It's probably nothing. Just focus on the task at hand.)

(You and I know that it's impossible for the past to change. If something did change, it would be us who did it.)

(So why does Bonnie have a headache?)

(. . .)

(You're still not giving me all the details~)

(It does not matter, it will distract you.)

(You're afraid arent you~ You're afraid that things are going to change~)

(As are you.)

(I'M at least trying to-)

(You bite your tongue.)

"Blinding-" (You exclaim.) "Ow."

"Everything alright, Siffrin?" (Odile asked.)

"Oh I just bit my tongue, eating too fast."

"Aw no!!" (Isa said, concerned.) Want me to check if it's ok??"

"So you can kiss it better?" (You reply, almost instinctually.)

"!??!?!!!?!?"

"HA!"

"Get a ROOM you two!"

(Isabeaus face was getting off shade, it took you a second before you processed what you just said and what it meant.)

"OH. UH. I DIDNT??? MEAN, UH???"

(you hide yourself in your hat. That's??? So embarrassing?!?!? Oh stars you said that as a JOKE. "I banged my elbow kiss it better." Stupid, stupid Loop! You're making such a fool of yourself.) ". . . S-sorry."

"Noit'sokI'mokit'sfine." (And now Isa was covering his face.)

(. . .)

(Not a WORD from you.)

(There's a bit of an awkward pause before casual conversation starts again. You mostly just zone out untill Bonnie comes back.)

(They looked. . . Fine? It was hard to tell from last time, maybe a bit more tired looking? Nothing physicaly wrong, not that it looked like, they caught you staring at stuck out their tongue at you and make a "nyeeh" noise. You stick your tongue out back.)

"Quite done, you two?" (Odile said without looking up.)

"'Frin started it."

"Did not."

"Did too!"

"Alright maybe I did."

(Mirabelle gasped.) "Siffrin? Admiting to cheekyness??"

"Truly a dark day." (Odile commented.)

(You all chuckle.)

(Here again. Back at the explination table. You know you could keep the loops a secret this time, but no. You needed help, you did ask for it after all~)

(Might as well make it fun, though. You look around and see a few scraps of note paper, you grab one and quickly write something down. Next, who to pass it to. . .)

(Odile is still in her book, Mirabelle was checking on Bonnie, Isabeau. . . Passing a note to Isa right now's a bad look. Nille, then. You crumple the paper into a ball and gently throw it at her as she's about to take a bite of food. She pauses and looks at you. You hold up a finger and wink.)

(You lean back in your chair.) "Let's skip going to the defenders, when we head there later today it just becomes a whole mess."

"You looped again!?!?--" >> "--I'll look for one of those next time."

(You hear a stiffled laugh come from Nille, looking over, she had de-crumpled the note and looked at it. She gave you a look and held it up.)

"So do you just have the whole crabbing day memorized, Siffy?" (The note was that whole exchange written down. Nille passes the note to Mirabelle to look.)

(You stick out your tongue.) "Maybe~"

"What's our next line then, Siffrin." (Odile had closed her book, now quite curious.)

"Well, bonnies next line is 'that's crabbing stupid.'"

"Language."

"No that comes after Bonnies line." (Ok this is kind of fun actually)

"Alright, but what's your next line." (Mirabelle says, curious.)

(You nod.) "That this will be try number four, or five, First was me and Odile at the library, rest of you to the Defenders place, Bonnie came running back to us because Mira was framed for kidnapping Bonnie."

"!?!?!?--" >> "--Language."

(There's a bit of a pause as everyone catches up to the exchange that just happened, and laughs.)

"Well, at least you're making light of it?"

"Tee hee, I try~" (Now, how to explain things quickly.) "Next loop we all went to the Defenders and bumped into an old friend of Isabeaus, going by Ramos now. We got split up, Ramos and Isa were acting suspicious, we confronted Ramos and they had a wishing star pendant like from yesterday. There was also a strong mint smell around. And then last loop Mira Isa and Odile went to figure out if mint was a sign of anything."

"That's, quite a lot to take in." (Said Odile.) "Well, did we find anything?"

(You nod) "Yep, a strong mint smell is assosiated with Mind Craft. It makes sense really, with how Isa and Stardust acted~"

". . . Stardust?"

(You wince. Stars! STARS! Oh great you were just TALKING and explaining things and DIDN'T EVEN THINK ABOUT IT. Alright, fine, fine, you'd have to explain this anyways probably.)

(You could try again.)

"R-right, aha, well. . ." (You shook your head, lights, camera...) "Well it's a bit of a story, Mirabelle had the wonderful idea that we take a loop to rest up! Oh very, very thoughtful~"

"Uh, th-thank you?" (Mira looked confused, well, everyone did a little.) "Did, did it go alright?"

"Oh it did! For a bit. And then our good friend Ramos showed up. Stardust, Siffrin, thought it would be a wonderful idea to talk to them to figure out a few things. Buuuuuuuut then Ramos grabed their hand and he started acting ~very different~"

(You felt like you were going to have a heart attack. When was the last time you talked to your party? REALLY talked to them. It was on the final day, wasn't it? And even then you were all worried about Stardust. You just need to keep acting.)

"Let me guess. Siffrin was effected by mind craft in some way, but you weren't?" (Odile, like usual, was ahead of the curve.)

"Correct~ Hello by the way, your friendly neighborhood Loop here to help~"

"Oh! Good to talk to you again then!" (Mirabelle said excitedly.)

"Yeah. Lot cooler than 'Frin." (Bonnie said all cheekily.)

"A devistating blow to someone not even here. Are they around at all, by the way?" (Odile asked.)

"Well. . ."

(We shouldn't bring him to front. They are likely still effected by mind craft.)

(And how would you know that?)

(I don't.)

(Exactly. You tap your chin.) "Well I could get them, but we're worried that mind craft is still effecting him."

"Still?"

"But, didn't you turn back time?!?"

"Yeah, it never happened then, right?"

(You shrug.) "Kinda. Memories stay. Our body keeps some of it's changes, scars and muscle growth, but not wounds. We keep our fighting experience too, naturally. And for some reason, equipment."

"Oh right... Like the bow my classmate got me." (Mirabelle touched their bow, the same one.) "That really hurt my head to think about."

(Nille rubbed her head.) "Well if you get them we can check easily. And if Siffy's still gotten mind crabbery we'll..."

"Then we make sure Loop doesn't get effected either!!" (Isabeau said confidently.)

"Or undo it. It should be easy enough, unless-" (Odile starts)

"-it was powered by a wish." (You finish with her.)

". . This is weird." (Nille says.)

"Give me a day and I could recite those two days in Dormont by heart~"

"Even the sleepover?"

"Especially the sleepover."

(You all chuckle a bit at that. It's. . . Kind of nice, being able to be open about this. Even if you wish it could be in better circumstances.)

"I've got two plans today." (You say, as you take another bite of food.) "First, we'll all check on Stardust and see how he's handling things~ "

"Rude to talk and eat, Loopert." (Nille sais smugly.)

(You choke on your food. Loopert?!?!)

"Hah! Loopert."

"Hehe. It's a cute nickname."

(You sink down in your cloak and quickly finish that bite of food.) "Any chance we could rethink the nickname?"

"No!!! You're Loopert now!!!"

(Great.)

(Well if we they wont remember at least.)

"Alright alright, well the other thing I want to do is try talking to Ramos agian."

"Huh."

"So daring..."

"Are you sure about that, Loop." (Mirabelle seemed worried.)

"Well, I'm curious how they'll react. The last two times we've bumped into eachother they've been. . . acting strange. Oh, and I would like to talk to them one on one if possible."

"You do realize if that mind craft stuck this could be increddibly risky." (Odile looked concerned. Understandibly so.)

"I'd like to be around in case they try anything. . ." (Said Isabeau.)

(You nod.) "Well, if you all could stay nearby in case something does happen, that would be great."

"Why do you need to talk to them alone anyways?" (Nille asked.)

"W-well. . ." (How to put this.) "I don't want to be rude, but you all are terrible actors."

"Ah. . ."

"Oh. . ."

"Ouch, but fair."

"Sorry." (You shrug.) "One of the best advantages of not talking about the loops was knowing exactly how things go. But we made a promise to not keep secrets soooo~"

"No no, I understand Loop." (Mirabelle looked a bit dejected.) "I don't know if I'd be able to keep a straight face."

"Heh, I could do it." (Bonnie said smugly.)

"Sure you could Boniface." (Nille replied.)

"Yeah!!! I could!!!"

"I'll go sign you up for theater classes then."

"NO!!!!"

(Heh, that would be a sight to see.)

(At least we have a plan.)

#ANYWA BACK TO YOUR SCHEDULED PSYCHOLOGICAL HELLSCAPE #isat #in stars and time #isat art #isat fanart #siffrin system au #sifstem #isat spoilers #isat loop #isat mal du pays #isat siffrin #isat mirabelle #isat odile #isat isabeau #isat bonnie #isat nille #isat fanfic #isat au

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tinytinyblogs · 9 months

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You summoned his spirit, and he was eager to help you, but he required your soul as payment.

⚠demon!San, dark theme⚠

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"But darling, in case you didn't know, everything has a price. If you want my help, you must be prepared to pay me back." His sinister smile widened, and the atmosphere around him became unbearably heavy. Sitting in front of him, you felt small and insignificant, as if he towered over you. You nodded your head, knowing full well that there was a price to pay for summoning him. Performing that ritual in your small apartment in the middle of the night was a foolish decision. You knew the risks involved, and yet you still did it. Now you have a demon to deal with.

The demon loved it when a helpless, pure soul summoned him. Especially you. He sensed something in you that made him feel more powerful than ever. And this meant that if you thought you could escape him, you were wrong. "So tell me, darling," he purred, placing his large hand on your cheek. "Who was the person who made my baby so mad?" He enjoyed your presence and your small figure. He felt like he could have everything he wanted from you. He had never really cared about another human before, but you were different.

Your eyes welled up with tears before you could even speak. The demon gently brushed your reddened cheek with his thumb. "My baby is as vulnerable as a kitten." he said. "I could give them a nightmare they would never forget." You felt a strange warmth spreading through you at his touch. His figure was alluring, and his eyes were so beautiful that they almost seemed angelic.

He listened to your every word, as you sobbed and let out all of your heartbroken memories. He nodded his head and smirked. This world did not deserve you, but he did. He was glad that you had summoned him, rather than the other demons. He would shut them down, and do whatever you wanted him to do to the people you hated the most in the world. It was no big deal to him, and it was worth it, because he would get something for himself in return: your pure soul.

The demon looked at you with pity. "How could this world treat you like that?" he asked. "You are so innocent and pure. You deserve so much better than this." He pulled you closer and leaned near your ears, whispering softly, "I'm San, by the way. I will protect you from now on. You don't need to be afraid anymore. I am better than the shitty people in this world. Your life will be much better with me, my darling." San whispered the last sentence. He now claimed you as his own, and no one could take you away from him. He would shield you with his magic spell.

"Now go to sleep, sweetie. You look tired." He sent you to bed that night, and you closed your eyes, forgetting all the pain for a while. But even though you were asleep, you could still feel his presence around you. It made you shiver, and you could feel a headache coming on. You simply nodded your head and gave him one last look before falling asleep. You didn't want to think about what you had been through, or what you were even doing with your life.

For San, the demon, once he disappeared from your sight that night after you let out all the thoughts in your head, he knew where he was going and what he was going to do. He enjoyed his little show, and he enjoyed the actions he was going to take. It was no big deal to him. It was all just entertainment for him, giving people nightmares that they would never forget for the rest of their lives.

Waking up in the middle of the night is never fun, especially when you're in a deep sleep. But it's even worse when you see San, standing beside your bed, smiling ear to ear. He's admiring you while you sleep in the cold and silent night he stood in your dark bedroom while you slept. His presence made you feel even more uneasy, but you can't help but notice the bloodstain on his shirt. His smile still on his face. "Don't worry, my love," he says. "The blood is not mine."

He did it. He granted your wish. He did everything you asked of him. The demon really came through for you. But now he's here to collect his due. He's here to take what he's owed. He spoke in a low tone, but you could hear the determination in his voice. "They will never bother you again," he said. "They will never lay their hands on you ever again. They will never because they are no longer able to." The people who had hurt you were no longer a threat. They were gone.

You sat on your bed in the darkness, listening to the clock ticking. Your breath was coming in short gasps. He had done what you had asked him to do. He had made sure that no one would ever hurt you again. But now you were starting to have doubts. Were you sure that this was the best choice? Were you supposed to be happy now? "I make it happen," he said. "Aren't it sound good? That no one will ever hurt you again, love."

You couldn't help but wonder what had happened to the people you hated the most in the world. You had summoned a demon to punish them, and you knew that they would suffer. But what about you? Would you be okay? Would your life turn out as bad as theirs?

You could see the demon's grin even in the darkness. He was the happiest one in the room. You wondered if it was a good thing that he was so happy. "Now what?" you whispered. You didn't have the energy to speak any louder. The demon had already taken so much of your energy. You felt weak and drained. "Come on, love," he said. "You know what it is."

You could smell the blood on him, and the clock ticking sound was now becoming so irritating. You asked him, "What do you want me to do?" He hummed in response. San leaned closer, cutting the pace between the two of you. "Nothing," he said. "I don't want you to do anything." You knew that you shouldn't get lost in his eyes, but you couldn't help it. His gaze was so captivating, and it felt like he could see right through you.

You could feel yourself falling under his spell, and you knew that you were in danger. But you couldn't look away. His eyes were a deep, dark brown, and they seemed to glow in the darkness. They were full of power and danger. "I don't need you to do anything, little one," he said. "No need to." He had done it. He had found himself a pure soul to bind to him. And it was going to be so much fun.

"You don't need to do anything. Just be pretty and come with me. I don't need you to do anything else. I just need your soul." He touched your face with his cold, bloody hand. He rubbed his thumb against your cheek. You were stuck. You couldn't run away. He would never let you go. "You will be so much happier with me," he said. "Your life will be so much better." In the cold of night, in the midst of darkness, and under his spell, he locked you away from the world and took you into his own.

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dvzaiosamu · 4 months

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oneshot about dazai osamu x fem.reader. Inspired by Somethin' Stupid by Frank Sinatra

hope you enjoy this though! This story is about Ada Dazai and Port Mafia fem.reader!

I saw this trend many times on Tik Tok and I thought it was very cute! So here I am to write this, I hope you like it.

You were young, a young woman whose name was (First name) (Last name), a full-fledged assassin, who didn't mind killing in cold blood, but you were just doing your job, serving Mori. Be loyal like a dog. But maybe your loyalty was too devoted and at the same time that was toxic to your mental health. You were literally surrendering yourself and the will. Your will had almost disappeared, you lived only to serve Mori and do everything he ordered.

On the other side was Dazai, former member of the Port Mafia and current member of the Armed Detective Agency. A young man who knows how to choose his words so that young women fall in love with him.

Two people from different sides, enemy sides. How are you going to get together with him? Isn't he afraid that you'll go and stab him with a knife?

Here's a problem, Mori sent you to help Dazai, and of course you didn't want to, you hated that idea, and although you wanted to oppose helping him, Mori convinced you and forced you to go and give him a hand. According to him, Osamu wanted to see you because he needed your help on some kind of mission sent by the head of the Agency.

Now you found yourself walking calmly through the streets, trying to forget that in a short time you would find yourself at a meeting point, that place was the park.

When you step onto the sidewalk of that park, you breathe in the fresh air of the trees around you. You sigh and enjoy the small dogs accompanied by their owners walking, but your happiness and peace does not last long, because a familiar voice brings you out of your thoughts.

"But it is (First name)! It's good that you decided to come... I thought you had already abandoned me!" He exclaims dramatically, leaning on your shoulder and lightly rubbing his head against yours deliberately to annoy you in the morning.

You elbow him in the stomach and push him away with a frown. "I was thinking about doing it, I don't think this mission is that important."

He puts his hand on his heart and looks away, closing his eyes exaggeratedly as he gasps. "How could you do that? You are very evil..."

"Very good, very good, it can be seen on my face that I don't care. Now don't waste time and let's do that mission so I can get away from you as soon as possible."

"Such rudeness..." He mutters.

[TIMESKIP]

The young man yawns and stretches his arms, smiling slightly at the end. "It's good we're done... That was exhausting, I couldn't imagine being in that place any longer."

You found yourself and Dazai walking out of a large abandoned building on the outskirts. Supposedly it was to investigate what could have happened inside, and a pen drive and some dusty papers were found. At least there was some evidence that the agency would open. "You're just lazy, Dazai."

"What can I say... Being so handsome is exhausting," He looks at you boldly out of the corner of his eye.

"Show off," You roll your eyes.

"I bet you are only jealous that I'm more beautiful than you!" He teases, with a gleam of malice displayed on his eyes.

"Oh please! Keep dreaming."

You two are enveloped in a silence accompanied by your steps and small insects in the distance. At this moment you were returning to your respective organization, but the path was becoming too long, you sighed tiredly.

"Oh! I see that you get tired very quickly, don't you? How weak you are," He grins.

"Please shut up once and for all, even if it's just for a few minutes..." You groan. A mild headache forms soon.

Surprisingly, the young man is now silent, without complaining. That was strange, not something he would do, and you suspected something.

"You know (Name)..." He pauses briefly. "Sometimes I think I have grown fond of you, and then I go and spoil it all by saying something stupid like I love you..."

A small breeze collides with you, the mere confession makes you stop in place and stare at him, your eyes soften and a small laugh appears in your voice, you watch him serene smile, and you know his feelings were genuine, but how could you fall in love with the opposing side? How ridiculous!

"Don't be stupid, you know well that we don't love each other, stop talking nonsense," you resume your walk next to Dazai, and continue thinking about his words in your mind.

“You know… whatever,” You take a soft breathe. "I love you too..." You muttered with a dulcet tone, taking his hands and enclapsing them together.

Maybe it wasn't so ridiculous. At the end of the day it was love, a love that you denied, but that you got here...

Something stupid like I love you. What a funny way to confess, you thought.

I LOVE SO MUCH THIS TREND. I really hope more people do it, especially with Chuuya and Dazai! It's so cute, my heart melts...

#bsd #dazai osamu #dazai x reader #bungou stray dogs #osamu x reader #osamudazai

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alwayschasingrainbows · 2 months

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What do you think about Anne and Gilbert arriving at their house of dreams after the train ride right after their wedding, having dinner with Gilbert's great uncle, his wife, and Captain Jim, and chatting until nightfall?

I saw in some comments that people didn't like it and found it ridiculous and unrealistic. Do you think so? I'm just curious about your opinion.

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Thank you so much for this question, dear @pinkenamelheart! I feel "tickled as a dog with two tails" (to quote Perry Miller) each time I get to talk about my favourite writer and her books! And Anne-related questions are such a treat since I am rereading the series right now!

Now, about the question. I think that some readers tend to project their own feelings and emotions onto their beloved characters (well, at least that's what I used to do). And so, before I'll give you my own opinion, I'd like to look at the situation from such a reader's perspective.

Maybe I am wrong, but I assume that most newlyweds would prefer to spend the first hours after the wedding party together, just the two of them, basking in the glow of their new happiness and love. Objectively, Anne and Gilbert had experienced a day full of elation, delight, joy, but also nerves. Their wedding reception had just ended: wonderful, longed for moment, filled with stress and excitement. Moreover, their union brought further changes, including the need to leave Avonlea, say goodbye to beloved family members and start a life together in a new place. In short: they had every right to be tired. They had every right to want to spend some time together, learning and teaching each other the secrets of married life.

Readers very often identify with their beloved characters and think: "I wouldn't be satisfied", "I would feel so tired after my wedding", "I would certainly have a headache after such nerves", "I would rather cuddle up with my husband/wife" . In other words, they convey their own emotions, thoughts, dreams and desires to the book characters and since this solution would not suit them and they would like to experience the first moments after marriage in a different way, they assume that it definitely applies to the book characters.

Now the question is, if I were Anne, would I be happy if my husband's relatives came to my new house immediately after the wedding reception and stayed for the next few hours? Well, since I don't have a husband, it is completely hypothetical answer, but I'm afraid I wouldn't. I am a completely different type of person - an introvert who would need to "recharge her social batteries". Naturally, I would appreciate an extremely kind gesture from the people who prepared a meal for me and welcomed me to my new place. But deep inside I would probably feel a bit overstimulated and very tired.

However, I am me and Anne is Anne. Despite her dreamy and slightly pensive nature, she is an extremely sociable girl who thrives in the company of other people. Gilbert is a warm and family-oriented person, always appreciating the kindness of others. They were both touched and pleased by the visit. For them it was a beautiful, new experience that they could share together. First memory of a dinner as husband and wife. They had their whole lives ahead of them: many days and nights together, full of kisses, whispers, tender hugs and caresses. I guess the fact that their longed for "alone time" took place a few hours later didn't make it any less romantic. In my opinion, this dinner was lovely for both of them; they made their first friend in Four Winds, listened to fascinating stories, received support and sympathy.

Moreover, this scene was much more interesting from the reader's point of view. Personally, I really enjoyed it. I also believe that Maud, for obvious reasons, could not have written scenes that are now a popular part of fanfiction. Anne and Gilbert's marriage is described in a very subtle way, yet none of us readers ever doubted that these two shared a deep, passionate love. I think that Montgomery approached the matter very skillfully, describing a scene that was interesting for the reader and (between the lines) she wove a lot of romantic feelings and warmth that the couple had for each other. In my opinion, this is a move that perfectly illustrates Maud's artistic talent and her firm belief that literature would lose its charm if it told the world everything.

That's partly why I really like this scene; it shows how warm, family-oriented and friendly people Anne and Gilbert were. Perhaps other characters, such as Valancy and Barney, would need only each other to be happy. They could have existed in a magical circle created only by the two of them. But... Anne and Gilbert needed something more. They wanted to share their happiness with the world and make the lives of others around them better.

I think that every scene should be assessed not only from reader's own perspective. We always have to take into account the characters' personalities, hopes and dreams. Anne and Gilbert were happy and thriving in this situation and that's more than enough for me.

Thank you very much again for this great and interesting question. I'm sorry that the answer is so long, I hope I won't scare you away :) I will be happy to answer any question about Montgomery's books, which I love!

#Thank you so much #Ask #Anne of green gables #Anne's House of Dreams

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actiasteeth · 13 days

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ASKBOX MEME 054 / ARCANE S01E07-09

All prompts taken from season one of Arcane (2021). Adjust as needed.

07. THE BOY SAVIOR

"I knew it was a mistake trusting you."

"I told you the truth."

"Get your hands off me!"

"You look good for a dead girl."

"What do you know about this?"

"What the hell is this all about?"

"What were you doing with _____?"

"That was a long time ago. People change."

"Are you working for _____?"

"Fuck. You."

"I thought you were dead."

"I didn't know if I could trust you."

"Gee, I wonder who I learned that from."

"You still punch like a little boy."

"Nature has made us intolerant to change, but fortunately, we have the capacity to change our nature."

"I know the look of a doomed man."

"I must warn you—if you take this path, they will despise you."

"Love and legacy are the sacrifices we make for progress."

"How'd you find me?"

"Is that what's really bothering you?"

"I've had enough headaches."

"She'll come to you when she's ready."

"I should have been there. For you. For everyone."

"That's a good way to drive yourself crazy."

"If I just went with you that day, maybe none of this would have happened."

"You're wrong. She's still in there. I can reach her."

"Do you have any idea how this looks?"

"Have you forgotten where we came from?"

"Let me help you with that."

"Don't move, silly. I might hurt you."

"I wanted to protect you."

"I am your family. Everyone else betrays us."

"I need you. Now more than ever."

"You got a plan?"

"The peace is already broken, _____."

"Ridiculous. You cannot be considering this."

"There is always a choice."

"I'm worried I have to do something I never thought I would."

"I can't leave her again."

"You can't change her."

"Don't get yourself killed."

"I told you to leave this alone."

"Oh, look who it is—the boy savior."

08. OIL AND WATER

"Mark me, _____, if you want to last in this world, you must learn to be both the fox and the wolf."

"I will give you the world, _____, if you prove you can take it."

"Kill her now and only one must die. Let her live and you may need to kill thousands."

"A wolf has no mercy."

"It was all for nothing."

"You understand you've broken several laws?"

"Sometimes death is a mercy."

"Are you prepared to lose her?"

"Please understand, this is for your own sanity."

"Gotta hand it to you, _____. Every time I think you can't get dumber, you dig a new low."

"Ego is one thing; brain's another."

"Don't try to ingratiate yourself with me."

"That's a mistake I can't take back."

"Weapons can't be unmade, and they are always used."

"What happened to her—it's not your fault."

"I understand this must be painful. I'm afraid it will only get worse."

"I have to get home. It isn't safe for me here."

"We need to act. Before anyone else gets killed."

"When do we say enough is enough?"

"This is how things are, how they've always been. I was so stupid to think it could change."

"Oil and water. Wasn't meant to be."

"Do yourself a favor, _____. Go back to that big, shiny house of yours and just... forget me, okay?"

"You wanna make _____ pay for what he's done?"

"I could have you arrested."

"You said you were tired of doing nothing. That's the only sensible thing that came out of anyone's mouth tonight."

"We got a deal, pretty boy?"

09. THE MONSTER YOU CREATED

"You've always been a part of this. You just never had to look it in the eye."

"Get ahold of yourself. I taught you better."

"I've only accelerated a process you started."

"I would set the world ablaze to protect our family."

"You weakened me."

"I couldn't endure the look in your eyes whenever I made the decisions—the necessary decisions—to keep us safe."

"We lost ourselves—lost our dream."

"In the pursuit of great, we failed to do good."

"Today's the day you die, _____."

"You really think you're in a position to demand all this?"

"You want peace—this is the price."

"We can't make a deal with a snake and cut off its head. We both have our shitty parts to play."

"You'd be surprised what you can pull off when your life depends on it."

"It's not enough to give people what they need to survive. You have to give them what they need to live."

"A thousand times I've imagined this moment. Never like this."

"And what do I lose but problems?"

"I wish I could say it gets easier, _____. But I'd be lying."

"They're right not to trust us."

"You're walking a fine line, _____."

"With respect, I don't give a shit what any of you think of me anymore."

"Nothing ever stays dead."

"The only thing that kept me going was the thought of getting back to you."

"Are we still sisters?"

"I always knew you'd come back."

"You wouldn't lie to me. Not again."

"I'm on your side. I promise."

"They can all burn. Everyone betrays us, _____."

"_____, she's too far gone."

"I never would have given you to them. Not for anything."

"Don't cry. You're perfect."

"I thought maybe you could love me like you used to. Even though I'm different. But you changed, too."

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f4ll-for-you · 1 year

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Thank you a million times to @arcielee who consistently puts up with my ramblings and makes my stories readable. I am forever in your debt💛

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Chapter Two: Lost and Found

When Danera woke up the next morning, she tried not to give much thought to the night before. She knew it was just Aegon's drunken state that influenced his words and he’d likely just lost his way to a servant girl's rooms.

Although she did everything in her power to push Aegon out of her mind, the pain and desire laced in his words infected her. Part of her wondering if they would ever be true.

A knock on the door pulled her out of her thoughts. A servant girl came in, she looked a similar age to Danera, with long black hair braided down her back.

"Sorry for the intrusion, my lady. I am Elena, I will be your lady whilst here in the castle. Would you like me to help you dress?"

Elena had a kind face, she looked young, but her demeanour was older, as if she knew too much for her age.

"Do you have plans for the day, my lady?" Elena pulled the strings of Danera’s dress tightly.

"I would like to take a walk around the gardens," Danera replied.

"Sounds wonderful, it is a beautiful day outside," Elena smiled at her, her eyes gentle and kind. "All done, my lady. You will be expected at breakfast with the Queen.”

Meanwhile, Aegon woke up the next morning with a blistering headache. This wasn't an uncommon occurrence for him, but he never got used to it.

The usual medicine waiting for him was next to his bedside, left by the Maesters the night before. He reached over, not remembering much of the previous night's adventures. As he sat up, he felt a sickening feeling, he remembered.

After everyone had left dinner, he drowned himself in his cups to try and stop his thoughts about Danera, her eyes, her long hair, her lips. However, on his way back to his chambers, he decided he needed just one look at her and with that he stumbled down the corridor, as their rooms were not far apart. He wanted to speak to her, make friends, but of course, he'd fucked that up as well.

He laid in his bed, angry at himself for ruining another thing in his life. He wanted to be better. The sight of her made him want to be better. He was tired of the drinking and the whoring, he wanted to be loved.

Danera walked into the dining hall, luckily there was no sign of Aegon, in fact, there was no sign of anyone.

"Sorry there are so few this morning, mother asked me to apologise, our father is unwell and needs tending to," Aemond explained, moving towards the table and sitting down nonchalantly. It was a common occurrence these days for the King to be so sick.

"Aren't you hungry?" He spoke, looking up at her when she didn't reply.

She sat down, taking some bread for her plate, clearly feeling the strain of past events. Danera hadn’t spoken to Aemond in years, their friendship broken in one night. The confusion and pain coming back to her all at once.

Aemond looked at her, his face lined with guilt, "I, I never apologised.”

"For what," she looked confused, needing him to say the words, to admit to the pain he’d caused her.

"You tried to help me that night and I pushed you away. We were friends and I shouldn't have treated you like that," he looked up, an apologetic look now covering his features.

"It's in the past, we have all grown up," she smiled, hoping it looked like she meant it.

The pair looked down for a moment, their eyes meeting again a second later; the pain and loss of the last few years, fading around them.

As children, she never got along with her brothers. She was jealous of the love they received from their mother. She was also a forgotten second born, just like Aemond, and that was how their friendship was forged.

Aemond and Danera left breakfast together, laughing about their childhood and filling each other in on what they had missed.

"Aegon hasn't changed," Danera admitted with an expression of frustration.

"I'm afraid not," Aemond said with a sigh, "I'm not sure he ever will".

They walked further into the gardens, silence brewing awkwardly.

"Apologies my lady, as much as it's nice to speak to you again, I have to go train."

"It's alright, I wanted a walk in the gardens today," Danera gave him a genuine smile.

Aemond somewhat returned the gesture, with the slight curl of his lips, and they parted ways. Danera walked further into the large gardens, one of her favourite things within the Red Keep. She walked for a while, wrapped up in her own thoughts of dragons and suitors, before a servant caught up with her.

"The queen has asked for you, my lady," she said out of breath.

"Of course, I will make my way there now," Danera nodded her lips pursed with a forced smile

She wasn't sure how she could face the queen alone after the previous night.

Walking back inside, she vaguely remembered her way around the large castle alone. It didn't take her long to find herself outside the doors to the queen's chambers.

"The queen requested my presence," she explained to the guards outside, who promptly stood aside and let her in without a word.

"Ah my dear, you found your way," Alicent spoke softly to her, smiling and patting the seat next to her. "How has your first morning here been? I am so sorry to have missed breakfast, but I assume you must know of the king's…health"

"Do not worry, I would rather my grandsire be well," Danera forced herself to look into Alicent’s eyes.

"Now, I know your mother and I do not see eye to eye, but I want you to feel you can come to me whenever you need. I want to find you a suitor who will make you happy," Danera was taken aback by Alicents words, the honey-like kindness laced through them.

Although Danera did not know what to expect from the meeting, she was not sure whether to trust that these were words of truth from the queen.

"Myself and your mother were once the closest of friends, and I miss her greatly” the queen seemed almost as if she were talking to herself, hesitantly, she continued, “how is she doing back on Dragonstone?"

"She is well, her pregnancy with my brother was rough towards the end, but it was worth it for young Joffrey," Danera smiled, trying to match Alicent’s demeanour.

The conversation felt like a game, as if Danera’s words would grant her trust, or just as easily take it away. In that moment, she decided if she were to survive here, one person she would need on her side would be the queen.

They spoke for an hour or so about Dragonstone and her mother, Danera being careful not to give too much away. Alicent explained there was to be a tourney in the coming weeks to celebrate the princess, and for any man interested to show his favour.

As Danera made her way back to her chambers, her head filled with a buzz of confusion. Not focusing, she walked around the corner to her corridor, walking straight into Aegon. Flustered, she tried to push past him, her eyes focused on the stones beneath her feet, until he grabbed her arm.

Immediately, Danera turned, her eyes flashed red with anger, not usually one to keep her temper under control. Although Aegon wanted to speak, only silence grew between the pair. Aegon could only stare at her, his emotions burning throughout his body.

"What?" she demanded harshly.

"I wanted to apologise," Aegon rushed, almost too quietly for her to hear, "I was drunk…it was unbecoming of me.”

Before Danera could comprehend the words he had spoken, Aegon had gone, his cloak flowing down the corridor as he left.

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writteninlunarlight-years · 25 days

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Hey, I was wondering if you could do a match-up for Harry Potter! Specifically the Marauders Era.

Female, She/They, Pansexual

Plus size!, but more thighs (and boobs) than anything, dirty blonde hair, blue eyes, i have glasses,

My personality is loving, patient, (surprisingly) smart and good at classes, but that's probably bc I'm determined and work hard- I can be really sassy though, nurturing, I have to stick to a semi strict schedule, forgiving, and I guess caring, also im an ambivert!! (I just kinda looked up personality traits and went with what I thought fit me. Bear with me.)

Likes: Reading, writing, SWEATERS, school, candles, blankets, sour candy, chocolate, sunflowers, sunsets, the moon

Dislikes: When my schedule gets completely destroyed, sudden and really big change, people who chew with their mouth open, feeling really embarrassed and like everyone is judging me, olives,

Extra fun facts: I have chronic headaches, bad knee problems in my right knee 😍, if I have an assignment I will always do way too much for it

Hope that's okay and you're okay with doing this, and I hope i did it right!!! Sorry for any spelling mistakes :)

Annos, please never apologize for spelling errors, lol. I don't know if you've read my posts, but I can not spell either. I am incredibly reliant on Grammarly, and my partner makes fun of me for it regularly.

Also, does anyone else pretend/feel like that lady from Mulan when they do these matchups? No, just me. Aight, I'll be in the corner now.

~~~~~MATCH UP~~~~~

Annon, I must match you with the sweetest boy of the tricksters.

Remus Lupin

~~Headcanons~~

This man would bake you and buy you the best chocolates. He will curb your sweet tooth like no tomorrow.

He respects a girl who is not afraid to be herself, and if anyone tries to put you down and make you get in your head, he's not scared to be a big bad wolf ( see what I did there )

He loves it when you can put up with his three headaches. Wait, he means friends.

He would want to study with you all the time, so much so that James, Sirius, and Peter complain about missing their friend.

MANS WOULD WEAR MATCHING SWEATERS PROVE ME WRONG

Remus strikes me as the guy who will get you flowers just because, so expect to be showered with your favorites. However, he always forgets that he should buy you flowers on a holiday.

Though he is afraid of the full moon, watching the skies with you any other time has become an enjoyable pastime, especially to see you light up.

When he has to hide away for the full moon, he makes you a goodie basket to 'remember' him by till he comes back.

If you are ever feeling unwell or hurt, he will carry you up to his dorm and make you comfy in his bed. He will get you all the fixings to cure your ailments. I'm talking hot water bottles, heavy blankets, blackout curtains, water, pain medicine, and, of course, cuddles.

~~~~~Blurb~~~~~

You sat in the library waiting for Remus to arrive for your study date. As you finished your potion essay for him to look over, an exhausted, panting Sirius appeared before you. You looked up at him, amused, "Y/N, I am telling you we need him for Quidditch. Please, please, tell him to skip Hogsmeade this weekend." As Sirius was begging, he got down on his knees.

Around the corner soon came James looking almost as exhausted as the other boy in front of you. You chuckle into your hand, knowing that the Librarian will soon grow tired of the Maurder's antics. "Boys, you know he is his own person, right? What makes you think I have any say." You looked at the boys innocently. With a scoff, Sirius stood, wrapping his arm around James' shoulder. "Y/N, the man is so in love with you that he talks to you in his dreams. Of course, he will listen to you."

Before you could open your mouth again, James and Sirius were on the floor, this time due to a perfectly timed nudge to the back of their knees. Remus looked up at you and smiled softly, "Hi, my sweet. I brought you some treats." Placing down your candy, which he knew you favored, he sat across from you, ready to study.

James popped up from the floor, "Look, Y/N, he's even wearing a matching jumper with you! We have asked to match as a group of friends for ages. You can't tell me this man isn't whipped." You laughed at the remark, watching Remus nudge the back of James' knee again, causing him to collapse.

~~~~~EXTRA~~~~~

(You are looking up at the stars with the whole friend group. Your head is placed in Remus' lap. Peter is asleep lounging on the grass. Sirius, James, and Lily are all leaning back, looking at the stars.)

Y/N: Do you think that when the first people watched the stars, they thought they were crazy when they started moving each night.

Sirius: Wait, do the stars move each night?

James: I thought it was the moon that moved.

Lily: Sometimes it amazes me how you two breathe on your own.

Remus: (rubbing his temples, feeling the headache coming on) I'm glad someone else said it.

I hope you enjoy!!

#harry potter #harry potter x reader #james potter #sirius black #peter pettigrew #remus lupin #remus x reader #remus lupin x reader #marauders x reader #lilly evans #match up #x reader #head canon

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mrswalka · 9 months

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damaged. - kitson walker.

s: after kit got out of the asylum, things have been different. he has been less lovable and gets frustrated with things easily. he’s stopped showing his wife, y/n, affection and smokes a lot more than before. y/n and kit have an argument about this but it just leads to something else..

w: sexual content, cursing, mention of the asylum, toxic relationship, cigarettes, etc.

keep scrolling if you want the alternative version.

wc: 3K

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Kit walked through the door, the cold breeze hit his face. He sighed as the coldness was finally gone. He took a look around the house, everything looked so untouched. The table in the middle of the room had no food on it, he hasn’t eaten all day and he was expecting Y/n to have made dinner. He sighed.

The male walked to his bedroom, seeing if his wife was in the bedroom. He walked in and saw her putting on a robe.

“You didn’t cook?” Kit said with an attitude, taking off his jacket and hanging it up on the hook. Y/n turned around to look at her husband. Her face expression was unamused.

“I didn’t get to go to the store today, I have a job too, you know.. And besides, there’s times when I cook and you don’t even eat it.” Y/n said, getting defensive. Kit shook his head.

“Whatever.. I thought maybe you would be a good wife for once, but I guess not.. Why am I surprised, huh? I guess I expected too much from you..” Kit said, sighing.

Y/n clenched her jaw. “Go to hell, Kit, you know ever since you came back, you’ve changed. You don’t even spend time with me anymore, you never touch me.. You’re distant and it really hurts me, I feel like you don’t love me anymore and it feels horrible.. and you just don’t care!”

“So, this is why you’re so mad at me all the time? Because I don’t give you enough atten-... you know what, I don't have time for this right now.. I need to relax, I have a headache, and you—“ Y/n cut him off angrily. “See! That’s exactly what I mean! You can never just listen to what I have to say! I just want to talk, we have to fix this relationship somehow..it’s like you don't love me anymore! You never kiss me, or hug me, or even talk to me anymore, it's like I'm invisible.."

Kit scoffed. "What the hell are you talking about?"

"Don’t act stupid, you know what I mean, Kit.”

Kit rolled his eyes, "Oh my god, you're ridiculous." He said, walking closer to her. "I don't have to deal with this right now, I'm not dealing with your bullshit."

"Bullshit? Kit, I'm telling you that I want to be in a happy marriage, and I'm not asking for the world, I just want to talk. Why is that so hard for you? Why can't you just listen to me and have a normal conversation with me? Are you afraid of that, Kit? Afraid to just have a nice talk with your wife?"

"Oh my god, why do you have to be so dramatic? Just stop. I just got off work! I have a stressful job, and when I get home, I don't want to hear you complaining!" Kit said, his anger rising.

"So, instead of talking, you're yelling at me and getting angry with me, great way to solve our problems." Y/n said, looking into his eyes.

"You know what? You are such a pain in the ass." Kit said, raising his voice.

"Yeah, well you're an asshole."

Kit shook his head. "You're crazy, y'know that? All you do is complain and nag, and you expect me to do everything you want, like I'm some puppet.." Kit said, looking into her eyes. Y/n scoffed, “I don’t know why I married you..i really don’t..” She said, looking into his eyes.

“I don't know why I married you, either." He said, his jaw clenching. Y/n shook her head, the anger building up inside her. “You're an asshole, I don’t understand why I can’t just have a civil conversation with my husband. I don't want to fight, and then you get all mad. I just wanted to have a conversation and try to fix our marriage, but it seems like you don't even want to."

Kit took a deep breath, "Listen, I understand what you're saying, but I am stressed, tired, and angry. I can't take this right now.." Y/n rolled her eyes, but suddenly Kit had one hell of an idea in mind.

"Screw you, Kit—“ Y/n didn’t finish her sentence, Kit grabbed her by the throat. He looked at her, putting his face closer to hers, his lips almost touching hers.

Y/n gasped, his grip on her neck getting tighter. He pulled her in, and kissed her roughly, his hands still around her neck. He bit her lip, drawing blood, she tried pulling away but he just gripped her tighter, her vision started to get blurry. Kit pulled away, smirking at her.

His fingers brushed against her soft skin, his fingers trailing down her neck, his lips moving close to her ear, his breath warm on her cheek. “I barely touched you, and already, you're wet." Kit whispered in her ear, his voice low. Y/n closed her eyes, feeling him breathe in her scent, her body shivering at his touch. She didn't want him to stop.

Y/n whimpered softly, her body quivering as she felt his fingers slowly moving down her stomach, his hand stopping at her inner thigh. “Stop.” She said out of the little pride she had left, her voice cracking. She wanted to tell him that it wasn’t going to work, but her words wouldn’t come out. She tried to fight the urge to moan as she felt his hand on her thigh, his fingers trailing up, getting closer to her center. He moved closer to her, his lips inches away from her ear.

Y/n swallowed the lump in her throat, trying not to let out a moan, the heat in her core growing. “You sure you want me to stop, suga’? Cause, I think you like it..don't ya'?" He said, his fingers lightly rubbing against her panties. Y/n closed her eyes, trying her best not to show any reaction.

Kit smirked, his other hand reaching down to her thigh. He started rubbing it gently, his fingers grazing over her sensitive spot. She shuddered, letting out a moan.

"You want more, huh?" He asked, his hand moving to her waist. She didn't respond.

"Answer me, sweetheart..do you want more?" He asked again, his finger slowly stroking her inner thigh, sending a wave of pleasure throughout her body.

"Yes..please." She said, her voice shaky, her legs trembling. He chuckled softly, his finger tracing the outline of her pussy. "So wet..." He teased.

He started kissing her neck softly, his lips brushing against her skin. He moved closer to her, his body pressed against hers. She bit her lip, feeling his cock through his pants.

"Tell me what you want, suga'..I can feel how wet you are for me, tell me what you want me to do..what do you want me to do to you?" He said, his voice low.

"I-I fuckk..” He cuts her off by pushing his finger inside her, slowly pumping his finger in and out.

Y/n let out a soft moan, her body quivering, her pussy clenching around his finger.

"You're so tight.." He whispered, his tongue running over her lips, teasing her. She whimpered, her hands gripping his hair, her body trembling. He started pumping his finger faster, his thumb pressing down on her clit, her wetness dripping onto his fingers. He pushes her little body on the bed, his hands on her waist. He pulls her legs up, and pushes them open, revealing her slick pussy.

"Fuck..." He says, licking his lips. He unbuckles his belt and takes his cock out, stroking himself as he watches her. She swallows hard, her breathing was shaky. With no hesitation, he plunges his cock into her pussy, his hand reaching up and grabbing her breast, his nails digging into her skin.

He starts thrusting his cock into her, grunting and groaning, his breathing ragged. He went at his own pace, not slowing down or changing the rhythm. He fucked her hard, his fingers gripping her hips, her nails clawing at his back, leaving scratches. The aggression from him had her feeling pain, her body shuddering with each thrust, his cock slamming against her walls, making her scream.

"Kit..please..n-not so hard..." She begged, her voice breaking. He grinned, his hand gripping her neck tightly, his eyes locking with hers, her mouth parted, her chest heaving. “No, no, you wanted this right? You wanted attention from me, right, babe? Now you have to take all of it.” Kit said, his pace increasing. It was more pain than pleasure for y/n, he had never been so rough with her, she knew her body was going to be sore the next day. She screamed, her nails clawing at his back, drawing blood, her pussy clenching around his dick, the pain becoming more intense. He started groaning loudly, his cock pulsating inside her, her screams getting louder, her body trembling, her legs shaking uncontrollably.

"Oh…ohh.." He moaned, his cock pulsating again, his cum spurting out and filling her, his grip on her neck loosening, his thrusts slowing down, his breathing ragged. He leaned forward and puts his head on her chest, his eyes closing, his breath hot on her skin.

"God damn.." He mumbled, his cock still inside her, her body still trembling, her breathing ragged. She lay there, her body limp, her mind numb, her vision blurry, her heart racing. It wasn’t exactly pleasurable for her, the aggression from him made it hurt, but it also made her feel alive. But he also didn’t last that long..

She felt his hands grab her face, and force her to look at him, her eyes fluttering open, his gaze meeting hers. He gave her a small smile but she didn’t return it, the pain of him fucking her still lingered, and his attitude towards her made her feel weak.

"You okay?" He asked, his eyes scanning her face.

"I-I'm fine." She managed to say, her voice raspy, her throat dry. He gave her another smile, his eyes full of concern, his hands still holding her face. “Just get off me.." She says coldly, pushing him off her. He was confused at her coldness, she normally wouldn't act this way.

"Are you sure you're alright?" He asked again, his voice soft.

"Yes, I'm fine, now leave me alone." She replied, her voice monotone, her eyes blank.

He stared at her, his gaze piercing into her soul. "Alright then.." He said, his tone changing, his voice sounding distant. He reaches over to the night stand, opening the small drawer pulling out a cigarette and a lighter.

She watched as he lit the cigarette, inhaling deeply, his eyes staring straight ahead, the smoke blowing from his mouth, filling the room. She sighed and walked into the bathroom to clean herself up.

alternate version/scrapped: a more nicer kit.

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The male walked to his bedroom, seeing if his wife was in the bedroom. He walked into the room and saw her putting on a robe.

“You didn’t cook?” Kit said with an attitude, taking off his jacket and hanging it up on the hook. Y/n turned around to look at her husband. Her face expression was unamused.

“I didn’t get to go to the store today, I have a job too, you know.. And besides, there’s time when I cook and you don’t even eat it.” Y/n said, getting defensive. Kit shook his head.

“Whatever.. I thought maybe you would be a good wife for once, but I guess not.. Why am I surprised, huh? I guess I expected too much from you..” Kit said, sighing.

Kit sighed, running his hands through his hair, looking at his wife, noticing the tears that were welling up in her eyes. Y/n wiped her eyes, taking a deep breath and looking away. “Y/n, it's not that I don't love you. I've been through a lot of stuff, you have no idea what I've been through. It's been hard to adjust back to life, like nothing has changed.”

Y/n scoffed, looking at her husband. "That's exactly what I've been talking about, you just never tell me anything! We never talk anymore, I have no idea how you are, how you're feeling, you just close yourself off and I don't know what to do anymore.. It feels like a wall is up, and I can't get past it, no matter how hard I try."

"Y/n, please.."

"I just wish you'd open up and tell me about your feelings, and just treat me like you used to. You don’t tell me you love me anymore, you never even try to kiss me.. It's like you don't love me at all.."

"Y/n, stop crying, please.."

Y/n sniffled. "I can't. I can't do this anymore." She began to sob. Kit walked closer to his wife, grabbing her and hugging her. "Shhh, stop crying, Y/n." Kit tried to calm his wife down, stroking her hair. Y/n sobbed into his chest, her tears making a wet stain on his shirt.

Y/n cried, backing away from him but he tries to bring her closer to him again. "No, don’t touch me! Get away from me!" She pushed him, not doing much since he was bigger and stronger. Kit stepped back a little, “And since I’m such a bad person, kit, why did you marry me?”

Kit groaned, his anger rising. "I married you because I LOVE you, Y/n! You know that!"

"You have a funny way of showing it." Y/n wiped the tears off her face, her eyes were red and puffy.

"Stop being so dramatic, Y/n! You're my wife, I love you, and I would do anything for you, okay?!" He says.

"No, it's not okay. If you really loved me, you would treat me better, and talk to me. It's like you're a completely different person, and I don't know what happened.”

"I've changed, yes, but you have to understand, I'm trying my best. It's been a difficult time for me." Kit said, shaking his head. “And I’m trying to help you and you just push me away and it hurts so bad, and you just don't seem to care about me at all, and I don't know how much longer I can deal with this.."

"Y/n, that is not true. You know I care about you. You know I do. Stop being so ridiculous, Y/n." Kit says. Y/n glared at him.

"It's not ridiculous. It’s true, and you know it. You're selfish. All you think about is yourself, and your problems, and your feelings. You don't think about me, and what I'm feeling. You don't even try to make me happy anymore, it's always about you, and your feelings. You're self-centered, and it's disgusting. You don't love me."

"I don’t? i don’t love you?! Oh, my god! I would give my life for you, Y/n! You know that!” Kit said, exasperated. Y/n shook her head.

"Whatever.” She looks away. “You never show me affection anymore, it's like I'm just an object to you. I don't mean anything to you, I'm just some person who happens to be your wife. You don't care about me, and I know it—”

Kit couldn’t take it anymore. He grabbed Y/n's face, and kissed her roughly. Y/n moaned, shocked by his sudden movements. She melted into the kiss, wrapping her arms around his neck, pulling him closer.

They broke the kiss, breathing heavily. Kit looked at his wife, his eyes filled with lust. "Don't ever say that again, Y/n. Don't ever doubt my love for you. You're my wife, and I would do anything for you. I love you more than anything, and nothing will change that. Do you understand me?"

Y/n nodded, still a little breathless from the kiss. Kit stared into her eyes, and he pulled her close, kissing her deeply. Y/n gasped, surprised. She closed her eyes, and leaned into the kiss. Kit pulled her body closer to his, pressing his erection against her thigh.

Y/n moaned, grinding her hips against his, feeling his arousal through his pants. Kit groaned, his grip on her tightening.

"Kit.. please.." Y/n begged, her voice breathy. Kit smiled, his eyes dark with desire. He pushed Y/n onto the bed, climbing on top of her. Y/n gasped, her heart beating fast.

Kit began kissing her neck, biting and sucking on her soft skin, marking her. Y/n moaned, her body shivering with pleasure.

"Oh, Kit.." Y/n breathed, her nails digging into his back. Kit moved his hands under her robe, sliding them up her thighs, and gripping her hips tightly.

Y/n bit her lip, her legs shaking with anticipation. "Kit.. please.." She begged, her eyes full of lust.

"What is it, Y/n? What do you want?" Kit asked, smirking.

"Please.. I need you." Y/n whined, her voice shaky.

Kit chuckled, his fingers teasing her entrance. "Is this what you want?"

"Yes.."

Kit inserted two fingers inside her, curling them. Y/n arched her back, moaning loudly. "Oh, God! Yes!" She cried out, her eyes fluttering shut.

Kit continued to pump his fingers inside her, his thumb brushing against her clit. Y/n bucked her hips, grinding against his hand, her body quivering with ecstasy.

"Oh, fuck, Kit.." She moaned, her walls clenching around his fingers. The first time in a while she’s felt this.

"That's right, baby, cum for me.." Kit growled, his voice husky. Y/n cried out, her climax hitting her hard. She shuddered, her body shaking as she orgasmed.

Kit removed his fingers, licking them clean. "Mm.. you taste so good.." He whispered, his voice sending shivers down her spine.

Y/n laid there, panting, her mind clouded with pleasure. She could hear the sound of kit undoing his belt, and the rustling of his clothes. She looked at him, her eyes hazy.

"Fuck, Kit.." She moaned, her thighs rubbing together, trying to create friction.

"That's it, baby.." He murmured, his hands pushing her thighs apart, spreading her legs wide. He gripped her hips, his fingers digging into her soft skin.

He aligned his throbbing cock at her entrance, teasing her, his tip brushing against her. Y/n whined, her hands clawing at his back, desperate for him to be inside her.

"Please, Kit, I need you.." She moaned.

Kit groaned, his patience wearing thin. He thrust into her, filling her completely. Y/n moaned, her nails scratching his back.

"Oh, Kit.." She breathed, her hips bucking, her walls clenching around him.

"Fuck, Y/n, you feel so good.." He growled, his hands gripping her hips tightly. Y/n was in complete bliss, her mind foggy. All she could focus on was Kit's cock stretching her walls.

"Fuck, Kit.." She moaned, her nails scratching his back, leaving marks.She hasn’t felt this much pleasure since a few months ago.

"Oh, Y/n, you're so tight.." He groaned, his pace becoming faster, his cock slamming into her, hitting her g-spot. Y/n screamed, her legs shaking.

"Fuck, Kit, I'm gonna cum.." She cried, her orgasm approaching quickly.

"Cum for me, Y/n.." Kit growled, his eyes locked on her.

"Oh, fuck, Kit.." Y/n moaned, her walls spasming, her climax crashing over her.

"Y/n.. oh, god, yes, Y/n.." He grunted, his thrusts becoming sloppy. He buried his face in her neck, his body shuddering as he came, spilling his cum inside her. Y/n gasped, her body quivering, her climax continuing. Kit panted, his breathing ragged.

"Oh, God, Y/n.. I missed that.." He whispered, his voice husky. Y/n giggled, her head spinning.

"Mm, I did, too." She said, her voice breathy.

Kit smiled, pulling her close, his hands stroking her hair. "I-im s-sorry, you know, I really do love you.." Kit kissed her forehead, his arms wrapped around her waist. Her head rested on his chest, her eyes closing.

"I know." She sighed, her heart full of love. “I love you, too."

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compassionatereminders · 12 days

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Hey same anon who has the narcotic plants special interest. I am sorry for a long ask I wanted to tell you a brief story that you may find funny or sad. Or sad but funny. I once took an edible with my 2 cousins, it was 300 mg so we split it in 3, this was not a problem for me in the past so i take approx 100 mg.

Unbeknownst to any of us, this was artificial/synthetic THC We had gone to the movies to watch Pirates of the Caribbean, we thought it would be fun to watch while high. Something in the artificial THC kind of cramped my brain. And by half way through the movie I was practically blind from how high I was. This was extremely unusual and my cousins were having strange reactions as well, one fell asleep and was unconscious through the loudest movie ever and my other cousin was *ravenously* hungry, like, more than you get with munchies. She said she felt like she was starving and no matter what she ate it couldnt satiate her for like 48 hours

For me though, I'm on psych meds. Antipsychotics, anti depressants, catalysts, and things for neurological problems which of course includes POTS and vasovagal syncope. Anyway I decide to head out first before my family because I was half aware that I was severely impaired and I was in heels so i needed to see if i could walk straight and not right in front of my grandmother, we didnt want our grandmother to find out (it wasn't legal here in CA yet) I head out of the theater and as i walk through the door, boom vasovagal response. Luckily I can tell when blood pressure drops so i know it's going to happen so I sat down and put my head between my knees. that's the last thing I remember, but i was going in and out of consciousness and while unconscious, it felt like endlessly falling backwards. I was only aware of my thoughts for brief moments of clarity when I would wake up, but i would just pass out again I do remember hearing the paramedics, when we arrived at the hospital, mocked me and said "i couldnt handle a little edible" They did a bunch of tests and basically found that the edible's artificial THC was something actually ridiculous like my portion was the equivalent of 1,500mg of THC

Apparently during the time I was unconscious I was screaming (constricted vocal chords) and crying uncontrollably and proceeded to have a pretty bad seizure. I was high from this for like a week straight and it wasnt the fun kind. It was the hangover type of high like, super bad headache, makes you feel like shit, tired, ugh i hated that feeling.

BUT! This event Gave me a super power It made me immune to edibles. At least THC edibles. I am dead serious. I was afraid to try edibles again after this event but i went through with 50 mg.... nothing. 100 mg.... nothing. 150mg.... nothing. I dosed myself like this, waiting for it to kick in and it never would. So i decided to use a tincture to see how long it took until I felt something. I gave up at 800 mg, I felt nothing, and im p sure 800 is enough to make someone uncomfortably high. it just. Doesnt work for me anymore So. I have to inhale THC to get high now. I try to stick to dab pens but theyre no better on your lungs than smoking marijuana. I hope this doesnt seem like trauma dumping or anything! i just wanted to share my superpower and story as well as maybe a warning for others if this is posted. Anyway, so sorry to ramble, have the best night/day/afternoon you can <3

Wow, I'm really sorry you had to go through that shitshow! I have had Too Much Edible on several occasions, but never anything that extreme. Who the fuck even WANTS weed to do that kind of shit?! 😭

#chat with kat #drugs tw #health risk tw #overdose tw #weed tw

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cannedbeefaroni · 1 year

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Drunk Walk Home (Edward Nashton X Reader) (Angst) (TW)

This is a standalone spinoff of this fic. Context isn't needed for this, it's just a short one shot.

Summary: (Y/N) has a shitty night out and a shitty walk home. Someone finds her out on the street lost and sick.

Content: (TW) RAPE MENTION, SEXUAL ASSAULT TRAUMA, alcohol, intoxication, verbal altercation, yelling, crying, big emotions, unhealthy relationship dynamics, all that type of shit

I just wanna make it clear that Y/N was NOT sexually assaulted by Edward. I'm afraid some readers might skim and misinterpret the story as that because of how short it is and how little exposition there is. I wrote this really fast kinda as a vent.

Y/N is referred to in the third person as she/her

I will retire to the Salton Sea

At the age of 23

For I’m starting to learn I may never be free

But though I may never be free

FUCK YOU AND YOUR MONEY

I’m tired of your money

It just felt right. Stumbling down this dingy street in the grossest city. Limping in these killer heels while intoxicated. She thought to herself, I’m not even that drunk, why do I feel so horrible? I should’ve had more shots. Why can’t I just forget everything for a moment?

The neon signs and headlights sparkled with long streaks in her tired, weepy eyes. The sidewalk was crowded, and she bumped into almost every person she walked by. All it took was one pissed off person to shove her aside, leaving her tumbling to the floor; her tights ripping open as her knees scraped the pavement. All she could do was slowly get up clumsily and continue her walk home.

In retrospect, she should’ve taken the subway, but it was just so crowded, and she already couldn’t handle what it was like above ground. She never even liked the subway. She took it for nearly her entire life but she consistently would get lost on it. The worst part was wondering what horrible things would happen to her if she made one wrong choice.

She’s already made enough wrong choices.

Staring at the ground, she could hear all the voices around her. Some of which were men being way too loud. She couldn’t comprehend any words being said. She just assumed it was the usual vile words of perverts and rage filled men. Why can’t they all just die?

The sidewalks became emptier the closer she got to her apartment. The only sounds she could hear were cars passing and distant sirens. The more she walked the lighter she felt. Her head was lifting off her shoulders. Her body swayed and her vision blurred.

She could've sworn she was in slow motion when the puke was dripping from her lips before she could bend over to spray her vomit all over the sidewalk. She panted heavily while staring at the ground. Reality hit her hard when she began to think to herself, what am I even doing?

Still hunching over, she shuffled over to the curb to sit. She rested her head on her knees and wrapped her arms around her legs, wanting this headache to disappear.

I look like a hooker. Like a drunk whore. I'm just destroying myself for no reason. I’m doing it to myself. Am I doing this because I want attention? Do I just want to be taken advantage of again? Is there even a point in trying to get better-

Suddenly she heard someone screaming out her name.

She jumped up, swinging her head around to see who was there. Across the street was someone running through the traffic recklessly toward her. Cars screeched to a halt and honked at the person as they maneuvered towards her.

It was Edward. His face was covered in sweat and tears. His hair was damp and matted to his forehead, and he wore a dirt covered hoodie and black gloves, leading her to believe he just got “off the clock.” He stood over her, panting frantically.

“Where the hell have you been? I saw you weren’t home so I tried calling you, but you wouldn’t pick up. At some point my calls started going straight to voicemail. I was so fucking scared something happened to you! I was just running all over town trying to find you!” He rambled with a strained, shaky voice. He sounded mad but his eyes were wide with horror as he stared at her and the pool of vomit on the sidewalk.

“...I’m ffffucking fine,” she whined. Only once she started talking she realized she was, in fact, really fucked up. She buried her face in her hands, embarrassed of being seen like this.

“You’re clearly not!” he yelled in frustration. He grabbed her hand tightly and tried pulling her up. “I need to walk you home, you’re not safe out here.”

“I’M NOT A BABY, EDWARD!” she ripped her hand away from his and sat back on the curb.

“Excuse me?” he replied, visibly angered. She instantly felt a knot in her stomach hearing his tone, stern like a father who clearly didn’t want to be her father.

“I-I just wanted to go out.”

He kneeled down to her level on the curb to get closer to her face, “It’s the middle of the night and you’re alone in god knows what part of town! You’re clearly way too drunk to even find your way home!” he whispered to her in an enraged, strained tone that made her ears ring.

“GOD, I KNOW WHERE I’M GOING, WHY IS IT SUCH A BIG DEAL?” she turned her head so she wouldn’t be face to face with him, feeling completely overstimulated by him being so close.

“You’re putting yourself in danger for no good reason! You’ve already had horrible things happen to you. There’s no way in hell I’m gonna sit around and let you throw yourself to the sharks because you don’t care about yourself!” as he spoke, she put her hands over her ears, feeling nauseated by hearing his voice right against her ear. He was pushing her over the edge.

“WHO FUCKING CARES IF I GET RAPED AGAIN? IT DOESN’T EVEN MATTER”

“I CARE” he screamed so loud that his voice echoed against the walls of the buildings.

She instantly buried her face into her lap and sobbed loudly at his response. Through her sobs, she screamed out gutturally. As she cried, she could hear Edward crying as well. His hand was on her back as he whispered “It’s okay, I’m here” over and over, hoping he can somehow help her through this.

“Eddieeeee… Don’t leave me…” she wheezed into her lap, her voice deep and broken as if she had spent the entire evening screaming and crying.

“It’s okay… I’m here. I’m not going anywhere,” he sniffed as he sat next to her on the curb, caressing her back. She slowly lifted her head and moved it to his lap. She wiped her tears and snot on his pants as his hand rested on her head. Her nose buried against the fabric could smell the metallic scent of blood. It was comforting to her because it reminded her of him.

“Please… Kill him for me,” her voice was muffled against his lap. It was dry and weak.

“What?”

“The one who raped me. Kill him” she whimpered weakly.

“I will… I promise. I know where he lives. I’ll do it soon, you don’t have to do anything, don’t worry,” he pressed his mouth against her head, burying his face in her hair.

Hearing those words filled her with so much wholesome joy. Maybe she wasn’t in her right mind at that moment. Believe it or not, she wasn’t exactly enthralled with the idea of murder. Edward’s job was probably his worst quality to her. But fuck, it would feel so good knowing that horrible man is dead.

“Eddie, do you care about me?” she sniffled.

“What kind of question is that? Of course I do. I love you more than anything else in the world. I don’t even love anything else. You’re the only shining light in my life.”

“Don’t say that!” she weeped. Whenever he said things like that it only made her depressed.

“I’m so sorry, I don’t mean it like that. I just love you so much that it’s nearly impossible to express through words.” his voice took on a gentler pitch as he apologized.

She wrapped her arms around his waist and rested her head on his stomach. “I love you too. Can we please go home now?”

“Of course. Let's get you to bed,” he held her as he slowly lifted her up with him. While standing, she hugged him tightly. He giggled gently as he hugged her back. She giggled back at how silly she thought his laugh sounded.

“You laugh like a creepy doll” she snickered as they started walking.

“Wha- asshole!” he playfully yelled, only half insulted. He would’ve shoved her, but he was scared of tipping her over in her delicate state.

“You’re my creepy doll,” she slurred out as she held his hand.

“Okay, you’re drunk. I’m not taking that seriously.” he laughed.

#edward nashton #the riddler #paul dano riddler #dano riddler #riddler x reader #edward nashton x reader #danocel #danonation #paul dano #the batman #the riddler x reader

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gardens-light · 2 years

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Wild Party

After a rowdy fight with Eddie, Venom leaves and wonders into the nightlife of San Francisco. Forgetting arguments and troubles, Venom finds freedom in an nightclub, hidden away from the usual hustle and bustle. There was many things he unexpected to experience that night, and one of them was you...

Content- Nothing much, just fluff/smut.

Part 2

"Ugh! Another one bites the dust!."

Exiting the temporary host, leaving the poor man doubling over and throwing up on the side of the road. Venom moved onto another host, taking full control over them and showing his true self to the world.

Entering a night club which was somewhat hidden in a nearby ally. Venom walked in and entered the crowd. Costumed people of all sorts of characters danced out of sink to the strobe lights, and club music. Venom towered over them all, witnessing a sea of various costumes, nearly all accessorised in glow-sticks.

"Look at all these weirdos. My kind of people!" the symboite smiled to himself.

"Nice costume!"

"Hey! Awesome work!"

His smile grew wider, exposing his large teeth. Nobody seemed to be afraid or concerned, only giving him more compliments as they walked or danced past him.

"Greatest costume ever! Awesome work!" A guy in his twenties approached Venom with a camera.

The symboite crouched down and allowed the man, what looked like some kind of band uniform take selfies and group shots.

"Is that Japanese?"

"No, I made it myself-"

"Hello gorgues."

Looking down to his left, seeing a girl with a white full face mask. Big red lips forming into a smile, underneath a large crooked nose, detailed the mask. A hat of red feathers adorned their head.

Venom awkwardly smiled before speaking, "oh... no. Sorry not my type." As he quickly moved through the crowd. "I am out of the 'Eddie Closet!'."

After a few hours of dancing and mingling, Venom made his way towards the back of the club. Settling himself into a quiet booth, simply just watching everyone dance and move pass him. While glow-stick accessories covered his neck and wrists. The coloured strobe lights still hit the area, but the brightness wasn't so harsh. Instead the whole area of booths, and tables were showered with a gentle glow from the ceiling spotlights.

The symboite rubbed his temples and groaned a little, barely overcoming a headache.

"Hey girls, I'm gonna have a sit down. My feet are killing me."

"Really? But the night just started."

Venom looked up, seeing you and your friends standing at the end of his booth.

"Started? We've been here for hours. I doubt you'd call it 'started'."

A girl of blonde curly hair placed a hand upon your shoulder, smiling warmly. "Ignore Tammy. Go for it, Y/N. Would you like company?"

"No thanks, Jess. Just need a minute."

"Ok! Well we're gonna head to the dance floor!" Tammy yelled as she lead your friends. Jess sighed, "be safe. If you decide to go home early. Text me. I wanna know you're ok." You nodded. Seeming satisfied, Jess walked away. As you blindly took a seat at Venom's booth.

"Oh! I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to assume-"

"It's alright" Venom assured, "I'm not waiting for anyone."

Making yourself comfortable in the seat across from him. Adjusting your costume, as you awkwardly smile at the symboite.

"So... how has your... night been?" His voice held an unsure tone, as Venom tried to break the ice.

"Pretty good, thank you." Your smile turned more warm, appreciating the attempt of a convocation. "As you saw, some friends and I decided to have a night out. But after dancing for a few hours, I'm feeling kinda tired."

"I understand. I'm slowly getting over this headache" Venom continued to rub his temples. But held out a free hand towards you, "forgive me. I haven't introduced myself. We- I am Venom."

Hesitating a little before you outstretched your hand. Yours barely fit in Venom's oversized digits, as his fingers carefully engulfed your whole hand, giving a tiny shake.

"I'm... Y/N, and Venom? Is that a stage name or something? Your costume is really outstanding by the way."

Your hand returned to your side, as did Venom's as he continued to speak. "Well... let's just say, it's a name I go by. And my costume? Oh! Yes! Thank you. I like yours as well."

You felt your cheeks redden slightly, as you played with the maid skirt. "Oh, it's just a cheap thing from the local costume store..."

The symboite smiled a toothy grin, a shiver ran down your spine. But out of fear? Or fascination? You honestly couldn't tell. Sensing your unease, Venom tried to relax his features in an attempt to expose less of his teeth.

"So uh... what made you come here tonight?" You asked in an attempt to keep the convocation going. Venom lounged back in the seat, taking up room as he rested his arm upon his lap. "I needed to... get away from my... room mate."

"Why?"

His milky white eyes gazed at you with curiosity. His hand slightly clutching onto his leg, as a strange and unfamiliar feeling curled within his chest.

"Why?... Well... We had an argument."

"About what? Must of been pretty bad for you to leave."

"It was nothing. Just an disagreement, which turned into an argument. Which resulted in me leaving. Thus here I am! With new people! Having the time of my life!.-"

"Venom... living with people can be hard sometimes. but you can't just leave whenever someone upsets you, or disagrees with you.-"

His attention snapped back at you,

"Eddie started it! He accused me of 'ruining' things, 'complaining' all the time! Even went as far as, claiming everything was better till I came along!"

His strong fist slammed on the table, the vibrations rippling through the wood. And into the fabric of the seating, "Little did he forget! It was I who made Eddie so great! Therefore he would continued to be useless without me!-"

"Did you?" Your calm and collected tone caught the symboite off guard. "Did you make everything worse?."

Venom's mouth opened but no sound followed. Just sat there in silence, as a frown formed across his face. Then after a hesitation, his expression relaxed, as he looked away in thought. The strange feeling within his chest begun to build.

What... is my heart doing? It's achy and strange. He thought.

A slight sigh left him, as Venom reflected upon his behaviour earlier.

"I... apologize. To you and Eddie... I was rude, on both accounts."

His eyes closed, while he went back to rubbing his temples.

"Eddie and I often do try to- what's the expression? See eye to eye?... Earlier today, I accidently interfered with his work. Well... more like got into a fight with someone at his work. But I apologized! I understand Eddie was angry, but he wouldn't let me explain! He just rambled on how I ruined things! And his life!-."

"Explain to me then."

Again your gentle tone stopped him mid-speech. Venom sensed your sympathy, and the feeling of someone being concerned for him... well, it felt good. Not that Eddie never showed such emotion towards him, but it was rare to feel it from another person. Even from those who knew about Venom and Eddie, the symboite always knew they sympathized with his host more.

"Explain to me."

Venom continued to stare into space, "I know Eddie, just as well as I know myself. We've... seen the best and worse of each other. We don't always agree with things, but we try..."

What is this feeling? Why am I... being emotional?

You reached out for Venom's relaxed fist, sensing that he was choosing his next words carefully.

"He was... interviewing a prisoner. Seeing if he could snap up any last words for himself, or for his victims. But instead..."

A low growl rumbled within his throat, as he gently gave your hand a little squeeze. "Instead the bustard said, how much of a 'cancer' Eddie is to people who's known and loved him."

His grip around your fingers curled tighter. "And not shutting up, about Eddie and his ex-fiancé! And speaking shit about Eddie's father not loving him just because his wife died!-"

"Ow Venom!-"

"Eddie's mother died giving birth to my friend! That pathetic scumbag of a human, had no right speaking in such filth! How dare he speak to Eddie, as if he murdered his mother!-"

"Venom!-" looking down at his hand strongly grasping at yours, Venom quickly pulled away, after seeing the watery tears within your eyes.

"I-I'm so sorry, Y/N! I didn't mean to! I-"

"You have quite the grip" You attempted to smile through the pain, as you opened and closed your hand for a quick minute. "I'm alright."

After a moment, you looked back up at Venom. Seeing the hurt behind his milky eyes.

"What that prisoner said was beyond awful. He had no right speaking about Eddie that way."

Venom relaxed once he was satisfied you wasn't scared, "indeed... that's exactly how I felt. And I got... into a fight with the scumbag."

"I suppose after that, Eddie was beyond annoyed."

"Either with me, or with the inmate. I honestly couldn't tell... By the time we got home. A disagreement erupted. Hurtful words were exchanged, and that just spun into a whole ass argument. And us fist fighting each other."

You reached out for his hand again, "sounds like you and Eddie need some time to cool off, and try talking to each other later.-"

"I suppose. But it's hard to decide where to go-"

"Why don't you stay at mine?"

Bewilderment just washed completely over the symbiote's face. You blushed a little more. "Well, just for tonight I mean..."

"B-But! But!-"

"Relax. Besides after tonight, you'll gain a new friend."

Your smile made Venom's heart flutter, as you slowly lead him out of the booth. He could only muster a mumbled, "ok." Before stumbling out of the club. Reaching the mouth of the ally, Venom placed his back against the wall and slid down.

"Venom?"

"I-I'm fine" he tried to assure you, through a weak smile. "I-I just need a minute."

Venom could feel the temporary host's body slowly start to reject him. Just like all the others he's been hoping to and from. Feeling your gentle touch upon the side of his face. Although he had to focus on each breath, he didn't want to take his sight off you.

"You're... so sweet."

"Take this costume off-."

"No!... No. I just need a minute. I'm just tired, that's all."

Thoughts begun to roll around in his head. Eddie always spoke of how the world was an 'unfair' and 'cruel' place. How if the world knew about Venom, it wouldn't end well. Yet here he was. Surrounded by people who treated him well and greeted with smiles, and you. You trying to nurse him back to health, as a concerned expression softened your face.

His heart fluttered again, as you fussed over him. All he wanted was one night of freedom. Where people didn't see him as a monster, a parasite. Just to try and fit into this world. And to end this amazing night with you.

All... I need is a new body. Just another one for a moment longer. He thought, but how? How can I go to another without freaking her out?.

"Is there anything I can do?"

His head perked up a little. Weakly smiling. "Yes... Yes there is one thing-"

"What?-"

"Can I have some water? I'm a bit thirsty."

"Of course! I'll be right back! Stay here!" you promised. Leaving a gentle kiss upon his cheek, before heading back into the club.

He waited till you were out of sight, before slouching against the wall even more. Placing a hand to his cheek where your cheery red lipstick marked with a kiss. Strange and unusual thoughts begun to swirl in Venom's head even more.

I want to know what she tastes like. How it feels to have her body close to mine.

It was always Eddie getting the women. And even when they were somewhat aware of Venom, their mood towards the purposed relationship quickly ended. Venom liked the idea of someone being attracted to him. Determined to not end his first night of freedom in this way, Venom looked around.

People pasted him, walking in and out of the club. Some simply just gave him a side glance and hurried away.

I just... need a new one. Only for a while longer, that's all. Just... a little longer-.

"Hey buddy, you ok?"

Rubbing his eyes a little, so he could refocus. Venom looked up slightly, seeing a guy tall and slim frame kneel towards him. The stranger smiled.

"Haha, had a little too much to drink, mate?"

"Haha, yeah... you could say that." Venom attempted to weakly smile.

"Can I give you a hand? I'm happy to help you get a taxi home, or wait till any friends of yours arrive."

"Thank you, but no need to trouble yourself. May I take your hand though?"

"Of course buddy. I'll help you up..."

Exiting from the club, in a little hurry, carrying a bottle of water with you. Making your way through the crowd that started to line up at the door. Approaching the spot where you left Venom, but only to find a guy leaning against the wall, vomiting his guts up. Mumbling in a confused daze.

"Venom?-"

"I'm here."

Emerging from a small corner on the other side of the ally, Venom's voice caught your attention as he slowly walked towards you. Raising an eyebrow, "you seem to be feeling better..."

The symbiote smiled as he held out a hand towards you, "yes. I apologize earlier. Something I eat didn't sit right."

You wasn't quite sure what to believe, looking over your shoulder to the guy behind you and back to Venom.

But... you were right here... You assured in thought.

Venom brushed a strain of hair out of your face, as he snapped you out of your thoughts. Gently taking the water from you and having a couple of sips from the bottle.

"Thank you, for helping me out"

"You're...welcome. I'm glad you're feeling better."

Venom nervously laughed a little. "Let's not allow this to ruin our night. I'll walk you home."

You returned his smile. "I'd like that."

#reader x venom #venom #x fem reader #fanfic #gardens light #marvel fanfiction #x reader #mcu fanfiction #venom symbiote #venom movie #venom x reader #venom x you #venom x y/n

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timeoverload · 4 months

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I had to leave work around 10:30 this morning. I tried so hard to keep moving but I couldn't do it. I can't stand for very long and it's hard to keep my balance. Last night my sock was blood stained when I took my shoes off even though I don't have any visible wounds so I'm not sure where that's coming from. It happened again today even though I wasn't on my feet as long. My leg won't stop vibrating. I felt so guilty leaving. The pressure on my bladder is worse today and I had to keep rushing to the bathroom. Sorry for sharing that information but it's really uncomfortable. I know I don't have a UTI because I took a test when I got home.

I am going to the spine specialist in the morning and I'm going to try to get in for an injection on Friday. I don't know how the hell I'm going to pay for it. They won't schedule me any more appointments if any of my bills go to collections so I need to get on top of it right away. I don't want to get my injection alone!!! I want someone there to take care of me!! :'( I hope I don't get a spinal headache this time.

I knew something bad was going to happen. I'm so tired of going through this alone. My dad is the only person that has actually been there to help me. I wish I didn't have to ask him to help me all the time. He already has so many other things to worry about. I haven't been able to drive anywhere for weeks due to the snow either. I have a lot of errands to run but I don't expect him to drive me everywhere.

I'm also feeling pissed off at the world because I have to go through all of this without anything to relieve my pain or stop my muscle spasms. I am so uncomfortable!! I wish I lived in Colorado or something... I want to run away sometimes but I know I couldn't do it financially. It's not fair!!! I don't really drink anymore either and it's been over a month since I had a beer. I can't remember the last time I got drunk.

I feel like I will be trapped in this prison (my bedroom) forever. I feel like a feral animal locked in a cage. My mess keeps growing and maybe if I'm lucky it will eventually just suffocate me while I'm sleeping. How the fuck am I supposed to clean when I'm like this?? I have to keep ordering more clothes and I have probably spent thousands of dollars over the past year. I lost track. I don't want to keep doing that and I could have used that money to pay off a lot of my debt. I don't have a choice because I'm not going to wear dirty clothes. I haven't felt good enough to put the new mattress pad on my bed that I bought like 6 months ago and I couldn't get the old one off so I just ripped it in half so I have a space to sit. I don't have sheets on my bed and I just have to lay on blankets. There is so much stuff on my bed that I can't use the other side. How am I supposed to do anything?? I am pathetic. I don't think anyone realizes how bad it is or takes me seriously. I wish someone would put me out of my misery sometimes. I am not going to hurt myself but existing is pretty terrible right now.

I don't think I would be so nasty and angry if I wasn't in so much pain constantly. I don't think people understand that. I'm generally the sweetest person and I try to be kind to everyone but I know I haven't acted that way lately. I feel like I have been very mean and I'm getting worse so I'm sorry for that. No one knows what it's like until it happens to them. Literally anyone can become disabled at any time so don't take anything for granted.

I remember years ago I had a co-worker who had been working in sterile processing for 15 years and she was such a bitch to me all the time and was hard to be around. I was afraid of her. I understand now why she was like that... she was in a lot of pain too. I definitely have a lot more empathy for her now. I hope she is doing better now wherever she is. I've also taken care of a lot of sick people and I know that pain can bring out the worst in someone. People tend to lash out more often when they are desperate for relief because they get ignored otherwise.

My head is killing me because I am dehydrated since I keep having to go to the bathroom almost every hour. It's making me dizzy. I'm glad I don't have to go to work tomorrow because I would probably cry. I managed to take a shower when I got home but it didn't really help me feel better. I think I am going to sleep the rest of the day. I had breakfast but I don't feel like eating anything else today and I don't care about food now. I hate eating. I don't want to be awake anymore because it's depressing and I have no desire to do anything. I'm sorry for being such a downer but this is just how my life is and I don't think it's going to change any time soon.

Hopefully everyone else is having a much better day than I am... thank you for listening to me vent. 💖💖💖

#personal

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iminthemiddleofyourpicture · 5 months

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She took a deep breath. It wasn't the first time they had talked about this topic. And for some reason, like an avalanche that can't be avoided, the usual conversations about family, the weather or studies always ended up leading them to questions about her health, especially the one she neglected like a dog dumped on the street. She tried to speak naturally, of course; scaring them wasn't what she wanted. Maybe, one day, she would have liked them to be afraid of losing her, but at that point, the only thing she wanted them to understand was that she was someone ill and that they should, at least for once, act a little more gently; she would have liked them to speak more softly to her, as if these feelings were a severe headache, to touch her skin more affectionately as if the anguish were a summer fever.

Of course, her father had his own opinions. "It's all in your head", "you smoke too much!", "you need to control yourself!", "why don't you control yourself?". Her mother seems more patient, and touches her on the wrist when she recriminates her father's words and says that he doesn't understand, she cuddles the familiar skin that was once in her womb and says to him "it's not as simple as you say, some things need more help, more patience".

She can't remember when she raised her voice. "Listen to me!", "Listen!" and how she got to the point of saying, in all honesty, that she had tried to end her own life at the age of fourteen, long before she tasted cigarettes for the first time, long before all the things he considers terrible were part of her life. "You don't have a bad life," someone shouts back, "you think I don't know? I know… I have a good life, I have great friends, I'm loved, I'm finishing college, I'm in a good job, I have a nice house… That's the point! I know that everything is great and that I should be grateful. But why am I still so tired? Is it all in my head? Do I have to stop looking for help because it's all my fault?"

"My best friend died looking for the same answers," she wanted to go back home or to work or anywhere she didn't have to feel so vulnerable. And when her father held her, she felt like she could melt in the arms of someone she hated for almost half her life. She barely hugged him back. She knew it was too late to be the little girl who rests on a warm, familiar arm and lets herself be accepted. She received the kiss on the top of the head with the same levity as a handshake. "I'm not alone," she said, trying to end the conversation in another way, "I have good friends, people who care for me and who will help me, I just need you to be patient. I get up every day, I work, I eat, I'm sitting here in front of you now… That says a lot about how hard I try! Just be patient with me, please."

There was a confusing silence for the first few moments. The coffee was getting cold and the food was showing signs of bad digestion. She knew she should be silent, she knew she should act like someone completely normal in front of those who had given her life; but most of the time she found herself kneeling at their feet looking for something, something she couldn't even describe in words. Some specific look, some expression that would make her feel that going mad wasn't so predictable. Her mother said, in the middle of dozens of sentences, that she had always been like that. "You've always had these things…"

"These things…" she wanted to reply.

She wanted a cigarette, according to her father, the supposed cause of part of her depression. At the same time, she felt the almost inevitable agony to throw herself into the sea and feel at least once more the terror of icy water entering her lungs. She tried to change the topic, to talk about the preparations for Christmas, the clothes her mother had bought, the cats, the taste of food… Naturally, the conversation turned once again to the weather, the family, her studies. Not a word more. Nothing that could be added about her insanity. Her father never looked at her again and she doesn't even remember saying goodbye to him when she left.

Everything was "fine". And everyone could get on with their lives. Again. The wound was already open, gaping and bleeding. And she could walk through the door and leave them to their coffees, their quiet lives, their sewing lines and their warm, welcoming home. They wouldn't remember that conversation, how they broke her in half and made her spew out unwanted truths. And she would continue, one step to the next, on her way to work. And get on with her day. Simply. As all families do.

She felt, deep down, that this was a good thing for the most part. Being able to talk about how she really felt after years of hiding her pain. Being able to tell them, even if they didn't really listen. This clarity of mind, this feeling that she was completely clear and that she no longer needed to lie in order to appear even remotely adequate. "Please don't fuck with me, I'm a sick person," seemed more acceptable than when they treated her like stone. As if she felt nothing at all. They know and can no longer hide the fact that they know. That's enough for her, at least, she tries to convince herself of that.

No apologies, no hugs and even less help (that would be too late). But the mere feeling that they are aware. That's enough somehow. That her potential, that everything she has always planned has never come true and that this thing she is today, this aspect without palpable feelings, distant and cold is not necessarily arrogance.

Maybe, somehow, they can love her a little more by knowing that it's not anger. Just tiredness.

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grandmofftarkinsuggestions · 1 year

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x. natasi daala

chronic. i love women <3. i keep thinking about her feeling lonely and betrayed on the maw after years and years of waiting for a (unbeknownst to her) dead man to return and it's driving me insane. the guilt and anger she felt when she finally found out he didn't mean to leave her.... dear g-d. someone take me out and shoot me dead in the middle of the street.

lyrics under the cut.

real men - mitski

- real men keep cool in the face of a fire / go down with the ship / and real men don't eat / 'cause they're above that, damn it / oh, i'm gonna be a real man / though honestly, sir / all i wanna do is get naked in front of you / so you can look me up and down / and give me your love for being so good

oh no! - marina

- one track mind, one track heart / if i fail, i'll fall apart / maybe it is all a test / 'cause i feel like i'm the worst / so i always act like i'm the best

do it for her - zach callison, grace rolek, deedee magno hall

- yes, but put your whole body into it / everything you have, everything you are / you've got to give / on the battlefield / when everything is chaos / and you have nothing but the way you feel, your strategy, and a sword / you just think about the life you'll have together after the war

fear the future - st vincent

- when the war start anew / in our bed, in our room / i'll come for you / come for me too

lady grinning soul - david bowie

- and when the clothes are strewn / don't be afraid of the room / touch the fullness of her breast / feel the love of her caress / she will be your living end

he needs me - shelley duvall

- and all at once i knew / i knew at once / i knew he needed me / until the day i die / i won't know why / i knew he needed me

my favorite mistake - sheryl crow

- did you know when you go it's the perfect ending / to the bad day i was just beginning / when you go, all i know is you're my favorite mistake

o' sailor - fiona apple

- and after waiting, fighting patiently on my knees / all the other stuff tired itself out first, and not me / and in its wake, appeared the touch and call / of a different breed / one who set to get me wise, and got me there / and then, got me

over again - aziya

- defending, relenting / to the pain you brought / the villain that got away / what a typical story to preach on / how'd you sleep at night without the guilty lies / tapping into your mind? / do we have to take the load for what you can’t expose / so you can say that you tried?

all i wanted - paramore

- think of me when you're out, when you're out there / i'll beg you nice from my knees / and when the world treats you way too fairly / well, it's a shame I'm a dream

bang bang (my baby shot me down) - nancy sinatra

- now he's gone, i don't know why / and 'til this day, sometimes i cry / he didn't even say goodbye / he didn't take the time to lie

this is why - paramore

- this is why i don't leave the house / you say the coast is clear / but you won't catch me out / oh, why? this is why / better have conviction / 'cause we want crimes of passion / survival of the fittest / you're either with us or you can keep it

the news - paramore

- war / a war / a war / on the far side / on the other side of the planet / and i've got / war / a war / a war / right behind my eyes / right behind 'em just like a headache / [...] / far / i'm far / so far / from a front line / quite the opposite, I'm safe inside

the man with the child in his eyes - kate bush

- nobody knows about my man / they think he's lost on some horizon / and suddenly i find myself / listening to a man I've never known before / telling me about the sea / all his love is 'til eternity

i guess - mitski

- it's been you and me / since before i was me / without you, i don't yet know / quite how to live / if i could keep / anything of you / i would keep / just this quiet after you / it's still as a pond / i am staring into / from here, i can say / thank you / from here, i can tell you / thank you

#sw #natasi daala #tarkin x daala #'my favorite mistake' marks their last meeting in this playlist btw!! i am going insane.#going stupid crazy over 'over again' atm.

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straightupsickfics · 2 years

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honestly these gifs are to blame for this <3

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Guillermo wakes up the moring after the wedding with a pounding headache.

It takes him a few more long, slow seconds to blink away the sleep in his eyes and realize that he isn't alone in his bed.

Nandor is sound asleep beside him, head half resting on Guillermo's shoulder. It dawns on Guillermo then that he has almost no memory of getting home last night. He knows he'd had his fair share to drink, and alcohol combined with his sheer exhaustion probably hadn't been smartest move ever, but still.

Plus, a hangover is the least of his problems this morning. Guillermo's pretty sure he's coming down with something, the lack of sleep, stress, and everything else finally catching up with him. His throat has that sore-ticklish prickle to it that feels like a warning for an oncoming cold.

Suddenly completely and overwhelmingly frustrated, Guillermo shakes Nandor awake.

"Hey," Guillermo says, prodding Nandor's shoulder. "Hey, Nandor!"

Nandor blinks a few times, eyes screwing shut in annoyance. "Not now, Guillermo, I am slumbering," Nandor all but purrs, tugging the blankets over him and snuggling himself in closer to Guillermo.

"Uh, Nandor, come on. Get up, this isn't funny. Where's Marwa? Shouldn't you be..." Guillermo trails off. He'd wanted the wedding to be special, perfect even. He had worked himself sick to ensure that it was, but that doesn't mean he wants to think about what Nandor should be doing on his wedding night.

Guillermo takes a careful look around his small, cramped room, half expecting Marwa to poke her head up from the floor and wish them a good morning.

"She is fine, she understands," Nandor says with a yawn.

"Understands what?"

Nandor frowns. "You had a penis on your forehead."

"O-kay..." Guillermo says, reaching up to touch his hair. It's still thick with gel from yesterday, and he's suddenly desperate for a shower.

"You were sleeping, and needed to a way home, so I brought you home. I will see Marwa later," Nandor says simply, as if this explains everything.

"You brought me home and then fell asleep in my bed." Guillermo's head is pounding too much for any of this to make much sense. Plus, now that he's sitting upright, he's more sure than ever that he's getting a cold. He rubs at his nose uncertainly.

"It was a very long day, Guillermo," Nandor sighs. "Your bed is not even very comfortably, it's very...springy, but you are very warm. A very, very nice... companion."

Guillermo can't answer him, though, because his nose gives a sudden, determined twitch before he sneezes, curling into himself with a strong: "H’uhh… huhhTCHshh!”

"What was that?"

"I think you mean bless you," Guillermo says, sniffling. "S'nothing."

"Well it's just that you do not usually make that sound."

"Well it's just that you do not usually sleep in my bed," Guillermo huffs. He doesn't like the way his stomach is flipping around every time Nandor presses himself in closer, stubbornly trying to pull Guillermo back down beside him.

"This is ridiculous," Guillermo fumes. "I'm getting sick because I've been running myself ragged for your wedding, and I'm happy for you, but you shouldn't be here, you should be with Marwa, but you're here. In my bed, and I'm happy for you," Guillermo realizes he's repeating himself but he's on a roll now and realizing all too quickly that he can't stop himself.

"But I'm just. I'm so tired, okay? I don't remember getting home, and everything is so—"

Nandor's hand is on his face. It's big and cold and not at all unpleasant, and Guillermo can't help but turn and press his cheek into the soft press of Nandor's hand.

"You are right," Nandor says, and Guillermo's mouth falls open in surprise. He hadn't admitted that Guillermo was right about something... ever. "I'm sorry, and I should not be here. I have a wife now but I guess I was feeling... afraid again and you said..." Nandor trails off looking pained. Like he wants Guillermo to fill in the blanks and make it all okay the way he always does.

Guillermo wants to say something about how they can't keep doing this, that Nandor has a wife now, that there's Freddie to think about, but... He really does feel like shit, his head and nose and throat feeling worse by the minute.

They'd spent thirteen years like this. Well, not exactly like this, but still.

What's a few more hours? A few more hours where Guillermo can feel safe and warm and cared for after spending nearly all his life looking after everyone else?

He deserves that much, he's sure of it. Guillermo lets himself meet Nandor's eyes, dark and pleading and something else Guillermo can't put his finger on.

They lay back down, Guillermo's head pillowed on Nandor's chest.

Just a little while longer, before everything has to change again.

#i still haven't watched this episode #i just needed to get this out of my head <3 #guillermo needs a HUG okay he is so desperate for a hug i had to give him one #my fic #ww//dits

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