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sinkdestroyer3000 · 1 month

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Your car broke down in a long stretch of woods while you and your friends, were on a road trip. As everyone was busy freaking out not knowing what to do. You saw a dirt trail. You pointed it out, everyone in the end decided it would be the safest bet. Since you could find a ranger station or maybe a camp site that would be near civilization.

A not so long trek later, and you all find a cabin in the woods you taking the lead, you knock and someone opens the door. They looked as if they had lived in the woods for some time. not bad, just scruffier than normal city folk.

They invite you all in for dinner with a promise of food and directions to a ranger station

Thanking the kind stranger, you all come in being led to the dinner table and being served meat and an assortment of vegetables that looked home-grown the

stranger only put meat on their plate, which was odd but nothing to think too hard about

As you all talked to the stranger, you realized there were many things off about them. their eyes being slightly too big, their teeth more pointy than normal teeth and the oddest thing being how they spoke not the mannerisms though odd could be brushed off as not speaking to many people being in the middle of the woods and all but their voice had an almost painful tone almost like it was unnatural for them to speak that way

As you glance around the house, you to fail to realize how the stranger has been staring at specifically you

You realize how shady this person is the photos on the walls have no photos of them and the photos there are look like driver's licenses and IDs

And the shoe rack near the door is filled with many shoes sizes and styles non seem to match to the person in front of you feeling a bubbling anxiety that felt like it would spill out if you ignored it, you ask you use the restroom

They happily lead you there, pausing you before you go in to ask if you feel alright. You nod, saying you're just anxious from the car braking down. They nod and tell you that they'll see what they could do before you head in

You put your headphones on and put a five-minute timer on so you can calm down, trying to shake the anxious feelings. As the five minutes come to an end, you walk out

You're friends greet you before thanking the stranger again for how kind they were for giving them a hot meal and directions even you already at the front door don't fail to notice how silent the stranger has been until they lash out ripping one of you're friends to shreds as the rest of you scramble out terrified screams coming from different directions you hear it chasing another friend who was close by on all four sounding unnatural when you get a glance its limbs are twisted in ways you've never seen before as you climb a tree to avoid being spotted you notice as you see the last slivers of light dip into the mountains away you see a watch tower in the exact direction the thing said a ranger station would be dread fills you realizing it knew you'd all run. It sent you in the wrong direction for that exact reason

The night was cold. You could hear the thing crunch on your friends and cry out in their voices, but you knew it wasn't them and by some miracle you survived. While in the tree you could vaguely see a trail to a camp so that's where you went when the sun was well and up little did you know you had something following close behind

You got to the station and tried to tell the rangers about what happened, but they said there's someone who owns the land, but they were polite. They said they would ask them questions, but that's all they could do without evidence

They help you get your car fixed, and you drive home, a new feeling of paranoia and grief for your friends and a hatred for the thing that made such both a terrible yet amazing trip so terrible.

Little did you know that you had a new admirer

Something about you felt nice the thing they were eager to know more . It was curiosity at first, but as they continued to watch you they became more enamored with you mannerisms that most would find weird the things that made you happy the things that annoyed you

You were perfect, and they wanted to know more. They wanted you to tell them secrets only they would get to know. They would learn to love like a person if it made you love them back

They took the identity of a new neighbor you never met before introducing themselves and finding opportunities to bump into you. After a year and a half, you finally were able to call them a friend. They were content with whatever you wanted them to be as long as you would stay and keep talking to them with that angelic voice of yours.

As long as you stayed.

#yandere #yandere monster #yandere monster x reader #monster x reader #could be seen as platonic or romantic #my first time writing hope it's alright #gn reader

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knuckie-head · 3 months

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Gif

#sonic the hedgehog #sonic #knuckles the echidna #sth #knuckles #shadow the hedgehog #shadow the ultimate lifeform #could be seen as platonic or romantic #rubbing quills to show affection #shadknux #knuxadow #Knux art 💎

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catgriller · 2 years

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I like to think Obi Wan would’ve slowly forgotten what Anakin looked like.. smelt like.. How Anakin felt in the force.

I’ve lost many people (through many consequences) and have slowly forgotten what old friends/family members even sounded like. Maybe a certain pitch but never really.. a voice.

Obi Wan slowly losing what made Anakin.. Anakin and him realising it.. That would absolutely break his heart.

He doesn’t want to forget Anakin. Never.

How could he?

How did he forget the warmth of Anakin’s presence in the force, physically or mentally? How did he forget the scent of that specific oil Anakin used to fix R2D2? How did he forget the feeling of Anakin’s robotic arm? Or the leather of his robes?

He cant even remember Anakin’s laughter. He hasn’t heard that in years. Maybe a few times in the clone wars.

He used to cherish the sound, hold it close to his heart, locked away forever. Now it seemed it’s broke it’s way out, gone where Obi-Wan can’t find it.

Obi-Wan just can’t remember.

…Maybe Anakin was right, he has turned into an old man.

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seagull-scribbles · 8 months

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I want you to tell ‘em that you love the way that they don’t stick out like sore middle fingers

[Continuation of this]

#TMNT 2012 #casey jones 2012 #raphael hamato #rasey #this is platonic again but I’m not against romantic subtext or whatever #when I was in school being able to do this with your hand was super cool and I often still do it with both #but I’ve met both adults and kids who’ve never seen it before and it freaks them out ahaha #anyway I was jus thinking of hands again and this is a warm up sketch #but i do think thee two would have heart to hearts on rooftops sometimes and really open up #maybe theyre sat next to eachother and raph looks at his thigh next to Casey’s and gets self conscious #maybe one of them was hurt in a fight (probably Casey) and theyre patching eachother up and they just start exploring their differences #or maybe its something as simple as raph asking casey if he was Tarzan and the scene with the hands and Casey’s like yo we can do that #or even more childish theyre just doing it to see who’s hands bigger because Casey’s sister has been doing it a lot and its fun #because let me tell you it doesnt matter how old the kids i work with are they all love comparing my hand with theirs #but i imagine Raphs eyes for a second would give away hes upset a little cause he’s definitely the most self conscience about being a mutant #so Casey would do this and be like ahh look see we arent that different really #raph could bend his fingers to emphasise how much shorter Casey’s are #and cause would say something like these digits might be small but theyre mighty #leading to a shove or even a thumb war or something #anyway ill stop gushing i have a comission to do xxx #OH OH OH THE BITE MARK ON CASEY IS BECAUSE A MUTUAL COMMENTS ABOUT EATING MY RASEY ART SO THATS THEIR TEETH but im not naming names....

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happyk44 · 1 year

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Everyone else says, "There you are!" like it's a pleasant surprise to see him, but Percy always says, "Found you!" like he's been looking. Like every moment Nico is out of sight is a search to bring him back.

"Found you," he says softly as he pushes the door closed behind him and crawls into Nico's bed. He's a mess of dirt and sleepless nights, but Percy just cleans him off as he doses in and out until the world stops moving and his head hits the pillow again.

"Found you," he says loudly, wrapping lean arms around Nico's center. Chatter burns across the other tables, but eyes still flicker curiously over in their direction.

"Found you," he says, when the monsters are gone and water floods the ground. It ignores Nico's own feet. He is bloody but otherwise dry. Percy's own shoulders relax as he jogs over. Riptide glistens at his side.

"What, were you looking?" Nico mutters. He kicks a monster arm out of his path.

Percy bares his teeth in a predatory smile that doesn't scare Nico. Just sings something hot and sweet in his veins. He tucks a curl behind Nico's ear. Pulls blood and exploded monster flesh off his skin.

"I'm always looking," he says, like it's a fact. A well-known secret. Not something that freezes the air in Nico's lungs, like he was pushed headfirst underwater. If he inhales, he'll drown in the beat of his pounding heart.

"Oh." He doesn't know what else to say.

Percy's fingers are gentle. Comb through his hair. The river water is cold on his feet. Warm on his head. It dampens and dries. The sky blusters dark. Beautiful stars glisten and disappear as shadows curve across Nico's skin. Percy grits his teeth and holds tight.

He doesn't let go, even when pavement hits their feet. When the sky comes back into view. When the stars glitter. When people pass them second views as they meander down the street of the cul-de-sac.

"Nice place," Percy says. He touches pictures on the walls and releases Nico's hand. "Whose it?"

"My brother's," Nico says, pulling off his shoes and socks and filthy pants. "He has a lot of homes. In a lot of places."

Life is everywhere and so is Zagreus. People welcome him with open arms. They don't think for a second that he is made from dirt and darkness. But he is. It's obvious in the plants growing from skulls and the shadows that breathes even in well lit spots.

Nico wanders into the kitchen. Opens the fridge. Examines the contents inside. Percy is still in the living room as Nico cooks a quick dinner. He plates it all, leaves it on the counter, and dips to the bathroom, calling out to Percy to eat.

His hands are washed clean. He opens the door and Percy exhales.

"Found you," he says.

Nico blinks. "Wasn't missing."

Percy shrugs and pulls him along, wrist in hand. "Don't like when you're gone."

"Oh." He doesn't know what else to say.

Food is food. Percy is Percy. They eat. They sit in quiet company. Nico details his latest job. Recovering a stolen artifact from between pantheons. He'll deliver it tomorrow. Percy wrinkles his nose and laughs when Nico says he can come.

He won't. Gods, even ones that aren't his own, stress him out. Crawl into his skin and refuse to leave. Has to yank out a knife and cut them out. Has to pound his lungs with water, so they'll drown and he can breathe.

Nico's the opposite. Finds them attached to his body like pretty jewelry instead of biting bugs. He can peel each piece off and set it aside for later. They are not unwanted presences.

Zagreus has three bedrooms in this house. Percy follows Nico into one and sets up camp on the floor with spare pillows and blankets from the closet. Nico lays down on a plush mattress and living bedframe.

He doesn't sleep easy, never has, not when the dark makes him feel alive in a way the sun never could, so hours pass and Percy's breaths are soft before he stops trying. He slips up and out. Sits in tall grass in a fenced in yard. A chicken coop is tucked up into the corner on the porch. Inside a dozen fluttering souls.

He picks himself up and settles on the swings.

The cold air brushes his skin. The earth rises with every skim of his feet against the ground. It curves up the flat of his soles, over toes, and around his ankles. It tugs him down gentle.

Don't fly, it says. You'll fall.

Both neighbours are still awake. Light flickers in and out of windows as people pass from room to room. Voices filter softly on cool winds. Nico wonders what they're saying. Wishes Jason was swinging here to tell him.

But it's not Jason who settles on the swing next to him. It's Percy who breathes out October frost as he bumps into Nico's side.

"Found you," he murmurs.

Nico tilts his head back to the sky. Stars twinkle and whisper secrets he can't hear. "Wasn't missing."

Percy loops an arm around his waist. The earth scuffs Nico's feet, keeping him grounded. Centered. They swing in tandem. Warm breath cools against his cheek.

"I know," Percy says. "But I'm always gonna look for you anyway."

#percy jackson #nico di angelo #written to be platonic but could be seen as romantic if desired #percico #happy talks pjo #my writing #my fanfic #anyway lemme go take a shower #literally woke up possessed and starting typing

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dealwithadeer · 3 months

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Husk was sitting at a bar, alone. After all, he no longer had...

He did not care that the other costumers and the barkeeper had suddenly disappeared.

He did not care that the next bottle of booze appeared in front of him out of thin air. All that he cared about was that he could grab it, empty it and wait for another bottle to appear.

He did not even care as he felt a hand go through his fur on the top of his head in a gesture that could almost be called and maybe in some sick and twisted way actually was affectionate.

Choosing to ignore the person sitting down on the empty bar stool next to him, he grabbed the newly appeared second bottle of booze and only briefly registered as he drank out of it that apparently Alastor had decided to change from cheap booze to whiskey that was fancy enough to be poored in a glass.

"Husker, Husker, Husker", Alastor gave a few 'disapproving' tsks as he reached out his hand to cup the chin of his feline friend and forced him to look at the Radio Demon.

"If I had known that you would get so attached.. "

But before Alastor could finish that sentence 'Husker' had one of his paws raised and was about to punch him.

And maybe it was the effects of alcohol after he had been (mostly) dry during the last couple of months or maybe it was.. something else. Whatever it was caused his hands (paws) not to reach the damn grin on the Radio Demons face but instead the cat demon found himself grasping at the others suit.

They were back to this. Back to Husk having absolutely no one in this literal Hell hole except for this smiling bastard (and Niff). All his stupid feelings, his stupid, foolish hope of fredom and redemption... gone.

"Oh Husker", a voice that was not even really trying to be anything other than condescending and amused was all the comfort he had.

This was all that he would ever have.

All that he would ever be.

#husk hazbin hotel #alastor hazbin hotel #alastor #could be seen as both platonic/romantic #radiohusk #but certainly a darker interpretation of it

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callofdudes · 7 months

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König angst please please please!

I did struggle a little because I didn't have much context with this one. But I did come up with a little something for König angst. Thank you anon 😊

Tell me their Name, paint me in blood.

Summary: König never expected to get kidnapped, and he never expected to be interrogated on a familiar name from his past.

Word count: 2.9K+

Cw: angst, torture, talks of trauma, childhood friends Reader and König. Two lines of probably improper German.

König opens his eyes, gasping as cold water hits his face, freezing his cheeks and drenching his chest and legs. His eyelids feel heavy, water dripping from his bottom lip. Bright light invades his eyes, making him shy away, trying to get used to it.

"Wakey wakey," A voice comes from his left, a man walking closer, throwing the water pale to the ground with a clatter. König attempted to move before realizing he was secured tightly to a chair.

The man walked faced him, hands behind his back. "Verdammtes Licht…" (fucking light) König hissed, blinking rapidly.

"Sie werden sich daran gewöhnen." (you'll get used to it) The man replied, smug at revealing he knew the mother tongue.

"Whatever you want, I won't give you," König replied sharply.

The man hummed, reaching forward and grabbing Konig by the jaw, twisting his head to look him in the eye. "You have no idea what I could do to you. My name is Snake, and I already know yours. We're looking for a friend of yours, and you're to give me answers. Now."

König grunted. "I know no one!"

Snake frowned. "Not true. You see, we know your name and that you have a connection to a soldier named Y/n."

König's eyes widened.

Snake raised an eyebrow, smirking. "I thought so."

Y/n… No, no. König grits his teeth. "I don't know anyone like that. It's a dead end for you."

Y/n and him were childhood friends. Well, until he had to move from where he was living to Austria. You were an exchange student staying for a couple of years to finish school. You were friends right up until König left. You had always kept in contact. You were a dear friend to him. But when he joined the military, the connection stopped.

Snake gripped König's hair, pulling him forward. "You are lying to me. That little rat has been fucking us up, and you just so happen to know who the fuck they are. So don't play dumb with me."

König refused. He wouldn't. And besides, hearing your name was too painful.

Snake growled. "You don't have a choice here. I will make you talk. And it will only be more painful the longer you keep quiet."

König was stubborn, and it was about to cost him.

You woke up with your arm numb and aching. You blinked at the clock. Who on earth? You looked back at the window when you heard a rhythmic tapping. You sat up, ringing out your arm previously positioned behind your head.

Getting out of bed, you went to the window and opened it. Seeing none other than your favourite German boy. "König, what are you doing??" You rubbed your eye, yawning.

"I couldn't sleep again. I'm sorry to bother you, but you didn't answer my texts."

"Well, it's two in the morning." You sighed, stepping back. "Come get comfy then." You knew you couldn't shoo him away, watching him leave like a sad puppy who did something wrong. So König climbed into your window, brushing himself off and looking around again. "Ah- thank you."

"Come on, get some sleep."

You walked back to your bed, attempting to make room for König to slip in with you, and he did. Your first sleepover had been hesitant. He refused even the thought of sharing a bed with you. And when you were curled up on the couch later, he realized how nice it was, and things spiralled.

His arms wrapped around your waist, holding your back to his chest, keeping you securely against him.

"Thank you…" He whispered against your neck, closing his eyes softly. Attempting to let the stress go and relax. It was just you and him. All this drama going on between his parents wasn't happening.

He didn't hear them arguing again. There wouldn't be a divorce.

And you were there with him through it all.

A harsh slap sent him spiralling back into reality as Snake left a searing mark on his face. "Head up!" He demanded, the door opening and two other men entering.

König's eye twitched, he was tempted to spit on the ground before them.

One of the men was carrying a large metal toolbox.

Snake smiled. "This is the part where you tell me what I want to know, or… I won't be so nice."

König's eyes narrowed. He eyed the box, then Snake. His heart pounded. He could tell them. He honestly didn't know anything. All he knew was he joined the military and tried to move on.

Head in the game. His heart stuck back in that room with you. Back where you comforted him, hands wiping away his fallen tears and reminding him how much you loved him.

It made his stomach twist, and his heart clench, thinking of your smile. The face that still plagues his mind, infesting him like a virus.

"Nothing?" Snake asked, raising an eyebrow. "So be it."

König watched as the man put down the box and unlocked it, revealing the items inside. There were needles, hammers, pliers, and other items that would be used for torture.

König's eyes widened. "Fuck you!"

"That can be arranged. Unless you want to give me what I need to know." Snake pulls out one of the items, König's eyes watch it as Snake hands it to one of his men. A garrote.

The man moves behind König, who attempts to wriggle, snapping the wire around König's throat. He tightened it around Königs pulsing neck. König choked, trying to move back, feeling the tightness starting to dig its way into his flesh. The wire was thin and strong enough it easily sliced and drew blood while cutting his oxygen.

Snake leaned forward. "You have two options: tell me, or die slowly."

König wheezed. "F-Fuck off…" He gurgled on his blood that attempted to rise, and the man pulled back, letting König take a few deep breaths before tightening it again. König grits his teeth, looking up at Snake. He wouldn't release information. That's not what all this training was for.

But then, the wire was released, the soldier removing it from his neck covered in blood. The line where the skin was ripped along König's throat started to trickle blood faster.

Snake sighed. "You're an idiot. And it's your loss."

König breathed heavily, spitting blood out of his mouth and glaring up at Snake.

"Now, we could get to the good stuff," Snake said, pulling out a hammer.

König's heart raced. The hammer twisted in Snake's hand dangerously, suddenly swinging it and ringing it down on König's hand, smashing his knuckles. König tried to hold in his noises, grunting as the hammer lifted and hit the other hand, smashing down hard, and König heard a crunch, letting out a noise of pain this time.

"Where is Y/n? I will get it out of you," Snake said, twisting the hammer in his hand.

König tried to blink through the pain, his mind foggy and drifting, imagining you again. Waking up that next morning with you still in his arms. Hand running down your cheek, seeing how peaceful you were with you.

When all was said and done, you two could graduate together. And who knows, he hoped his life continued. No matter how his plans for the future seemed or how bleak the way. He wanted you to be with him.

Your eyelids fluttered open softly, looking up at him. "Hey there, big guy." You whispered. The way you said it never made him feel self-conscious about his height. It made him happy to hear you.

"Morning." He whispered back.

You leaned in, settling your head on his chest, wrapping an arm around him.

Those arms were cold as he stirred, head forced back as another bucket of water was brought in. Bringing him back to reality as the cold water was presented. One of the men, still with a tight grip on his hair, shoved a dirty rag in his mouth, covered in God only knows what.

He gagged, and the bucket was lifted to his face and poured. His vision was blurry as the water entered his nose. The rag blocked any oxygen he attempted to breathe in, and he gagged and coughed as he suffocated. He tried to thrash, but they held his head up, forcing the water down his throat and up his nose.

His heart was racing, his hands burned, and so did his throat. His mind raced as he was unable to get air. It wasn't long until his head started to become fuzzy, the blackness at the edges of his vision threatening to swallow him up.

He started to slip away, only to be pulled back, the bucket removed. And the rag from his mouth, allowing him to choke out what was obstructing his oxygen. Water pooled down his lips and chin, gasping for air and coughing violently.

Snake again right there, on him like a hunter on fresh prey. He pulled out a photo and showed it to him. König fought for his vision, panting as it focused in again, seeing the photo.

It was you. A gun in hand, looking down the sight, sharp eyes focused on the target. You were wearing a SpecGru outfit.

He panted. That was you.

"Where. Is. Y/n?"

König shook his head. "I don't know! I don't know anything about them!"

Snake growled. "I will make you regret this."

König stared down at the photo. Seeing you, seeing your face again. He smiled. His vision went blurry again before his head was shoved back into the bucket, choking and forced to take more water. His lungs burned, and his head felt heavy again as the water continued to invade every orifice it could.

He struggled, inhaling water from every angle. Seeing your eyes again. Remember looking into them in slight glances from a classroom full of other people. Seeing how you lit up when you saw the book you'd wanted at the library. Laughing with him over coffee while your homework was spread out without a care.

And your laugh… God, he really wasn't over you. He thought that if he forced you away from himself enough, you would leave. That you would wriggle from his life, and the pain would stop.

The pain of missing you every day. The pain of knowing you were an enemy now. The pain of his lack of oxygen made his head swirl and circuit, trying to fight.

His own tears mixed with the water as he thrashed for his life.

And he was pulled back up.

"Please," König pleaded, gasping for breath as Snake took his time, looking over the photo once more.

"Please! I don't know where they are, please believe me!"

Snake looked back at König, his eyes narrowed. "Then you will die for nothing."

König choked, the rag shoved back into his mouth, and the water poured back into his throat, pouring down on him.

He tried to struggle as he felt burning in his sides, blood dripping from his thighs, screaming and thrashing for any way out. They continued to inflict more pain on him. He tried anything he could do…

"Hey, Hey, König…" You stopped him, seeing the tears flooding down his cheeks. "Shh, what's wrong?" You let him inside, closing the door, and he shook, wrapping his arms around you.

You held him back, having a feeling you knew what this was. He didn't let go, keeping you close to him, burying his head in your shoulder, shaking violently.

"What happened??" You asked quietly, running your hand down the back of his head. He sniffled, so upset and scared. "The divorce is final…" König's voice shook.

"König… I'm so sorry." You knew how hard this was for him, holding him tightly.

"She's taking us to Austria next month." His voice broke, clinging to you. He may never see you again. The realization hit you as you

hugged him back, tears filling your eyes. Clinging on as tightly as you could. "König…"

You both kneeled on the cold tile floor, holding each other, being with each other. The last thing he got to do was hug you. You were in his arms one more time before he left on the plane. The following years of his life were torture, living with new people.

And he didn't have you to turn to. He could call you on the phone, but couldn't hold you. He couldn't see you face to face. He couldn't climb in your window to cuddle you for grounding…

He didn't feel like he ever really had a chance to say goodbye. And that haunted him.

He thought he could get over it… Get over you. How it took him now to realize this. How you always found a way to run back into his life and shatter the illusion that he was holding himself together alone perfectly fine.

Knowing that he'd die a foolish man.

His mind was spinning, barely realizing his body gasping for air, choking and vomiting, trying to grasp reality, but the torture kept coming.

His heart was racing, and he wasn't sure if his hands were numb from being smashed or his head was fuzzy from the lack of oxygen. The blackness was closing in on him, and he felt so faint.

His ears rang, unable to make out Snake's voice. He felt hot. Like he was burning up.

He was going to die. He would never see you again. You would never know…

And he wouldn't ever get to tell you.

How he loved you.

The last thing he saw was the photo. The only thing he could hear was your voice.

His body blocks out the hammer that collided with his temple or the blade that slashes into his abdomen. Tears stream down his cheeks, fading more and more as he's preyed on.

"We will find them. And we will kill them. Just like we will kill you." Snake's voice finally smashed through the sweet illusion of his death. Of his demise with you right in front of him. Wishing he could hold you.

Wishing he could cry to you. Wishing… So much wishing… He had so many wishes that would never come true.

The cut was deep, and he could barely feel it.

Snake looked at his work. König was gone, the look in his eyes was empty. He had been here before. Where König was now. He could see it in his eyes. His mind was trying to save him from the pain.

The fucked reality he's been living in where he's never tried to pick up and call you.

Where he blamed everything for what happened. He blamed himself for it all. And now you were back. You always came back for him. You never left him.

Snake's eyes narrowed, looking back at the photo. "Take him away. He's useless."

The men followed orders, carrying König away to be dumped.

And you. You were in danger. Snake would get to you one way or another. He would have his revenge.

And König would die.

König would never get to see you again.

The one person he wanted to hold in his arms again.

You were about to wake up that morning, and he was nowhere to be seen. But instead, you were woken up by a knock on your door.

And your world shattered.

You didn't get to say goodbye.

Your father gave you the news the plane had left, and König was gone. He'd hugged you the night before, but you never got to say goodbye. Tears filled your eyes, knowing you wouldn't see him in person again for a long time.

But you were determined to be in his life. One way or another. Even if it wasn't meant to be. You should have given up. Trying to stay got him killed. It would get you killed. And no one would win except your enemies.

But you refused to let him go.

You would find him.

No matter what it costs.

"König," you said, reaching up and touching his cheek. His eyes slowly opened, looking down at you, his eyes filled with tears. "I'm so sorry." You whispered. König reached out to touch you, ignoring the cold feeling in his body as he lay among the trash for his life to fall away. He ignored the blood and the pain he felt. Tears rolling down his cheeks.

"I'm sorry I didn't come back…" He choked out, shaking.

You smiled, "It's okay, I'm here now."

König choked on a sob, holding onto you tightly. You were cold. Your arms which he'd loved so much when he was younger were frigid, but he couldn't let go.

He would never let go.

You held him back.

His eyes closed, and the ringing filled his ears, everything around him falling away as he held you. And soon, that too was gone. The illusion of you. His body gave up its fight, and he slipped away. Lying dead on the cold ground, soaking wet, bleeding, broken.

You always wanted to be together, one way or another.

And life vowed to keep you apart. One way… or another.

#call of duty #x reader #konig x reader #konig mw2 #konig cod #könig x reader #angst #call of duty modern warfare #könig x y/n #readers gender isnt specified #it could be seen as platonic but there are some slightly stronger romantic tones #but its angst so does it matter in the end lol?#nearly forgot the gif :(

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saturncodedstarlette · 1 year

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Y/N, being a gremlin and messages the boys at 3am : 😈😈😈

Soap, replies back soon after : 🤪🥳😎

Y/N, texts : What the f🦄🦄k are you doing awake, go to sleep!

Captain Price, texts : Don’t make me come to your barracks room, Y/N. Sleep.

#Cod #Call of duty #Call of duty incorrect quotes #Call of duty modern warfare #Cod Soap #Cod Captain Price #Call of duty imagines #Cod Soap x reader #Cod Captain Price x reader #Original : I-like-to-think-that-im-cool #Original : Tumblr #Original : ApatheticKun | The Captain price line is mine #This could be seen either platonically or romantically #Was gonna put Ghost as Captain Price but I think I’ve written of him too much already #Not me sitting prettily on the bed waiting for Captain Price to show up 🫣

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macherkissed · 8 months

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How he reacts to your body tremors-Jason Voorhees x GN!Reader

Requested by Anon

He thinks you’re just clumsy if you end up dropping or spilling things when he isn’t in the room to see it happen, until he sees the way your hands shake when holding certain things.

The first time Jason sees your legs trembling when you’re stood, he grunts nervously and is at your side in a second, worried that you’ll fall.

He ends up asking about it, as best he can, by getting your attention and making little noises while pointing at your hands and exaggeratedly moving his own hand.

You have to explain it a couple of times to him but he gets that it can’t be helped much and it can get worse when you’re stressed

He understands having issues like that, since he has his own struggles that you help him with, even more than his mother did.

Since then, he’ll offer to carry and hold things for you, which can be a little much sometimes but he will back off if you tell him to. He’ll hover at your side when he notices even a slight wobble of your leg, ready to scoop you up and be your legs for you

If your tremors get out of hand and you can’t calm them down or control them, Jason is fully willing to do anything you ask of him; fetch and carry, pick you up bridal-style and take you into another room, give you pressure hugs or hold your hands until you calm down, even going through breathing exercises if that would help you.

However, the first time you have a flare up, he does panic a little and starts whining and fidgeting around you, not knowing what to do or if he even can help, until you tell him what to do.

If you tell him that the tremors are a side effect of your medication, he will death-glare the drugs every time you take them. He won’t do anything to them, though he wants to, because he knows you need them.

Mostly, as with a lot of things, Jason will just follow your lead and trust what you tell him.

He’s happy to help and support you, the way you do with him.

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#jason voorhees x reader #gender neutral reader #horror x reader #slasher x reader #horror imagines #slasher imagines #fanfiction #anon request #fluff #disabled reader #horror headcanons #slasher headcanons #platonic headcanons #or could be seen as romantic i guess

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ball-of-butter · 3 months

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i remember being genuinely scared to ship mareven because im a toddler that uses tiktok so my first intro to mareven shippers were just crazy maven stans who romanticise his mental illness. i remember one so vile i had to comment hate on it because they were bringing my bae mare into this like mare get behind me rn. and then they doubled down saying her rejection to maven made him more mentally unstable LIKE it was her responsibility???

#this is why most my mutuals are marecal shippers 😭#i meam tumblr mareven shippers tend to have more self awareness thank GOD #had me defending marecal and mare AND cal individually on that app. it just wasnt pleasant #and then them chalking up his evilness to lie the blame at elara’s feet only. ewwwww ur misogyny is showingggggg #the lack of media literacy on that app is making me stress so much im going bald #fr was trying to not ship mareven bcuz i could not be seen with those embarrassing mfs. its why im on tumblr now lmfao #like why cant yall just ship mareven not in a platonic or romantic way but in the secret third soulmate way as intended why do yall have to #-be weird and rot ur brain when it comes to black haired blue eyed evil white twinks??#red queen #red queen series #war storm #glass sword #kings cage #maven calore #mare barrow #mareven #this post started with mareven now i want to just rant about how bad those maven stans are at understanding his character #maven would hate yall irl #and they always treat mare as a self insert when shes such a strong character on her own. shes behind me and i have guns out blazing at yal #rewriting

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transingthoseformers · 1 day

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Soulmates mark au but it's Megop but. They know they're soulmates. They've known since the day they first started correspondence and their mutual marks flared up.

But, shit hit the wall, and the war began. Now, they try their best to hide their soulmate marks from others and hope they fade (they won't)

#it doesnt even gave to be romantic tbh. it could be platonic soulmates or that kismesis thing I've seen you guys suggest #imagine in this world soulmate marks are incredibly rare and understudied #maccadam #transformers #megop #but not necessarily tbh #tfp megatron #tfp optimus prime

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caffeinated-beverage · 2 months

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Headcanon hws am.erica and lith.uania hug each other all the time

Also, due to some mental issues my liet has, he gets overwhelmed easily to the point of tears. And when it happens, he hides in a bathroom stall and bawls his eyes out while ame.rica gives him tissues and tries to comfort him

#wholesome headcanon #hetalia #hws #aph #hws america #aph america #hws lithuania #aph lithuania #ameliet #could be seen as platonic or romantic ameliet #up to you (the viewer) whether it's platonic or romantic #(imo they probably cuddle too)#(again; the cuddling in this case could be seen as romantic or platonic)#it's up to you

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devondespresso · 9 months

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writing my silly little fic and again im struck with how much opportunities they missed by pretending the s2 stancy breakup wasn't messy, specifically for Nancy's guilt about barb and forcing herself to grow up too fast

like s1 Nancy spends one night being a stupid teenager goofing off at her boyfriend's party and staying over to get spicy while Barb goes home. then she later realizes Barb disappeared and died that one night she was letting go and having fun. this is widely recognized trauma for her and informs a lot if not most of her actions through the rest of the show

in season 2 she's feeling the weight of it more around the first year anniversary. steve trys to help by taking her to a party to forget for a little while and 'be stupid teenagers' for a night. a perfectly set up parallel already

the way the show wants it to go, we get the bullshit argument, they fight, allegedly break up at some point, and nancy sleeps with Jonathan. later steve tells her to go with him and we're supposed to read it as Steve stepping back so jancy can happen. we're supposed to be seeing this as a happy ending.

but with the material we're given this would have been the perfect place for an emotional repeat of season 1 for nancy. she and steve go to the party and pretend to be stupid teenagers for the night. but oh no! nancy lets lose too much, lets herself relax and drink and dance, and the next day her boyfriend's pissed. hes saying she said things she never remembered saying and its hurt him and she doesn't know what to do. and kids around school are talking about them breaking up at the party, and that fits with Steve's anger she saw, so they must've broken up right? it sucks, even if she wasn't in love with him, that'd be the worst way to break up with someone (especially if she's confusing platonic and romantic feelings or convincing herself it has to be romantic when she really just values him as a friend)

and then she doesn't have time to work it out, she needs to go with Jonathan to avenge barbs 'disappearance' to give her family closure. She's got a lot of conspiracy shit to do and its stressful. so when murray starts going off about how she's not really in love with steve, how she actually likes Jonathan and he seems to like her back. they finished a lot of the hard work with the conspiracy stuff, she can let her guard down and have a quick good night.

then the next day is chaos. demodogs and labs and will being possessed. It a rough fucking day. Steve tells her to go with Jonathan while they get the mindflayer out of Will, civil like they're on good terms so she does (and thank god she did because that was rough and they needed all the help they could get)

and then everything's fine again, with the upside down. and it looks like she handled things better this time, was about to relax occasionally and still made it through.

except apparently she and steve didn't break up. he thought it was just a few fights, that they put their shit aside for the apocalypse and now they can work things out.

and it could ruin nancy. a year later and she's still hasn't learned her lesson, that letting her guard down hurts the people she cares about, that relaxing and having fun makes her lose people. its her fault for the messy breakup with Steve and its her fault that barb is gone. she's the reason she's lost friends close to her, 2 for 2, and now she only has Jonathan left (and what do you know, season 3 has her conflict with Jonathan and in season 4 she's not let anyone else get truly close to her and fred still dies)

you see what i mean?? by having conflict magical resolve itself in the background we loose so much powerful, painful character drama for her. our girl who thinks she has to keep the world around her up solely on her shoulders because she can't handle the loss of her best friend in season 1. Nancy who desperately wants to be normal and have people she loves but keeps losing them, through factors both in and out of her control, but feels like everything has to be her fault just because some things were.

and to be fair, that story is still present in the show. its there and definitely compelling, but it could've been even more so. i feel like if maybe there was less 'nancy has to be a strong independent girlboss' in there (abd it's definitely there, they want to make a point of making her a Strong Woman Character so bad) and she was allowed to have mistakes acknowledged by the narrative, this is the direction it would've gone. She could've been an excellent example of well written women who are strong and awesome through their own right instead of the narrative trying to make us like her

#nancy wheeler #stranger things meta #stranger things thoughts #platonic stancy #stranger things #platonic stancy because while this could definitely be used in a jancy breakup then stancy fic #my personal theory is that she thinks she should like him romantically because he sees her like that but she actually likes him as a friend #and the bullshit scene was just the worst way for her to say it because she waited so long and refused to when she was sober #also didn't tag anti-nancy because i don't think it is really? like its anti-canon-depiction-because-i-think-they-did-her-dirty #also this is kinda nancy pov so its not like she's actually at fault for everything but in her mind she blames herself anyway #so yea #the fic is my Steve Henderson AU btw for ppl who've never seen me before #stancys not the focus (its steve pov with the Hendersons being main characters) but i want to do a serious platonic stancy workthrough in i #so this is just my headcanons (technically canon compliant based on what we see on screen but not following the narrative direction y'know)#devon's steve henderson au #steve henderson au rambles #hoping praying to god this doesn't make people angry but if it does feel free to block me i don't mind and i really dont want to argue #no disc horse for me just silly little thoughts and headcanons thanks for understanding #devon thinks sometimes

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