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onestepbackwards · 7 months

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Love That Bites Pt. 9

Hiiii! Welcome to part 9 of my Dracula x Reader fic! I hope you enjoy this chapter, though I apologize if it feels kinda wonky. I finally got a new pc built during writing, and a bunch of other stuff has happened. It was hard to piece it all together with so much happening in my life. I hope you all enjoy it though! Just in time for Nocturne to release :D Summary: After arriving in Dracula's castle, you can't help but feel you are in a dream, though you certainly wish it was to avoid the awkward air. Meanwhile, Dracula contemplates his next moves. After all, he's sure he's bound to be the center of the world's gossip mill when they find out he's caring for a Belmont.

CW: Anxiety, references to bad home life, injuries mentioned, blood drinking

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Sorting his affairs turned out to be a much more annoying endeavor than Dracula originally intended.

Despite this, he wasn’t all too surprised.

For the past few centuries, despite being the King of the Night, he has had very little presence in paranormal societies.

Every time he had been revived since this cursed cycle began, he had barely been alive long before a Belmont or some other hero would come and battle him to the death.

Even if for all intents and purposes he was the King of Vampires, he has had little or no time to rule.

He absentmindedly swirled his glass, before taking another sip.

There were two probable scenarios because of this.

Vampire covens and supernatural communities were in chaos.

Or-

They were in various communities across the globe, staking territory. He doubted any of them would be happy he was back to rule.

No one liked their own power to be threatened, after all.

Even when he was actively King, vampire covens and paranormal communities weren’t always happy to serve him. Many just did for his power, or the safety he offered.

Some felt the call of power from him and Castlevania itself. Others are uniquely tied to him and his castle. Those ones he hardly had to worry about.

No, he had a feeling his return wouldn’t be as happily accepted outside his usual circles. Most would probably only lend him an ear since he was Death’s master, and Chaos’ champion.

Did not mean they would be cooperative or happy.

He let out an agitated sigh. No doubt being killed over and over made him appear weak. Dracula suspected many would be aiming for his throat and his throne.

Nevermind the fact he was almost always slain just after being revived, before his powers ever had a chance to settle.

And he was sure many underestimated the power of the Belmonts. He may have always just woken up around each battle, but each Belmont still had power beyond belief.

“What a nuisance.” He muttered, downing more blood.

While normally he would handle this himself, he couldn’t afford to sit idly and wait for such pathetic attempts on his life and power from want-to-be rulers.

Dracula had a guest this time. He had you.

Back when his precious Lisa had still been alive, he had been alive for several centuries at that point. Almost every underling knew she was off limits, lest they desire something more painful than death itself.

Even those he knew wanted his head knew better than to go for his wife.

Lisa had been left alone by his servants and other creatures of the night. Ironic how it was the humans that took her from him.

The gall and irony humans had to call him and his own monsters after that. Bah.

The glass in his hand cracked, and he looked at it in annoyance.

Banishing it, another drink was brought to him as he continued to think.

Things were different this time. At least back then, no one dared to lay a finger on his wife. But now?

He had no doubts a target would be on both his head, and the Little Belmont’s.

Dracula was sure word was already spreading across the castle, and no doubt would soon do so to other communities nearby.

‘The Dracula? Taking in another human?’

He can already imagine the gossip.

The scowl on his face darkened.

It would only be a matter of time before word reached across the globe.

He knew you could take care of yourself, sure. You had told him several stories of hunts you had when he had been imprisoned, usually involving the death of a beast hunting innocents.

However, there was no way in hell you would survive in your current state. Whatever had happened, had intended to either permanently harm, or to kill you.

Dracula’s free hand gripped his throne tight, and he felt the arm of it splinter slightly.

How you received those injuries was a whole different issue that he would have to investigate later on. An issue he planned on thoroughly going over.

So for now, you were under his official protection while you healed.

Unless of course, you decided to go against your word. Though, Dracula heavily doubted you would do so.

You really were different then those who came before you.

This would not be easy, but when had it ever been? He was just thankful you knew how to defend yourself, and had the means to do so.

Once word got out, and you were healed, he also had suspicions you would be hunted. Either as a Belmont, Dracula’s human, or a ‘traitor’.

He may not have been privy to any sort of personal information regarding hunters and their circles, but he knew back a few centuries ago, helping out a ‘monster’ was a death sentence. It did not matter if they didn’t wish to harm humans, simply helping a beast was an act against god and humanity itself.

Hunters and the church considered such a person no better than the very beasts they hunted at that point.

Dracula doubted that sentiment was completely gone, even now in more modern times.

Reaching up, Dracula pinched the bridge of his nose in thought.

He had someone making potions for you at least. Hopefully you wouldn’t be badly injured for too long.

After that, he wondered if you would be opposed to staying here at his castle? You didn’t seem disgusted by it, nor did the castle seem to try and push you away like it did other intruders.

Those who were not welcome usually felt such pushes on their mind and body. Only the strong willed could push onwards past it.

Even his castle seemed to see you as a guest.

The castle bent to his will, sure, but it was still a being of Chaos. This small revelation also intrigued him, how such a being seemed not to mind your presence.

Perhaps it was that it also didn’t consider you a threat? It was obvious you currently had no intentions to fight him.

Dracula’s eyes narrowed, a presence pulling him out of his thoughts.

The room grew darker, and a familiar figure rose from the shadows. It flew around his throne, before giving a bow in front of him.

“Good to see you back, Master.”

Death.

Dracula looked over the divine being that had worked under him for centuries. His second in command, his devout lieutenant.

Dracula gave the being a brief nod of acknowledgment, and Death rose.

Even after all the deaths Dracula had endured, Death itself still remained loyal after all these years. He supposed he should count it as a blessing now.

“Report?” Dracula then idly asked, drinking from his glass.

“Things are running smoothly. Everyone is settling in quickly, as usual my lord.”

Dracula hummed.

“Good. Good.” He mumbled, mind still partially elsewhere.

A moment passed, and Death gripped his scythe.

“Master, if I may be so bold…”

Dracula held back a sigh, already having an inkling to what he was going to say.

“Do you think it is wise to have a hunter, let alone a Belmont residing in the castle?”

There it was. He knew his subordinates would be asking sooner or later. He wasn’t particularly surprised Death was the first to make an inquiry.

“They pose no threat. This Belmont is… different from the others. I would like to speak with them properly about our standing with one another as soon as they are recovered.”

He then looked Death in the face.

“They are not to be harmed while under my care. Do I make myself clear?”

Death studied him for a moment, probably wondering if he had a few screws loose, before nodding his head.

“As you wish, milord.”

Death was silent, and a beat passed. Dracula hoped his warning managed to sink into the other entity’s skull.

He was no stranger to the fact Death was his most avid supporter. Although Death had always followed his orders, the entity didn’t shy away from making its own decisions if he felt it was best for his master.

Staying within Dracula’s orders, but bending the rules just enough to do his own thing if he could get away with it.

Typically Dracula didn’t mind. Death was his most trusted lieutenant for a reason.

However, he couldn’t help but feel Death may try and get around this one rule if it felt it was best.

As much as he hated it, he would have to keep an eye on all his close subordinates.

Dracula tried not to focus on the growing migraine building in his head.

“Now, what of the vampire covens across the earth?”

Death gave him a subtle crooked grin, and Dracula had a sinking feeling he would need another drink before returning to see you.

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Dracula’s castle was far more pleasant than you would like to admit.

Your brain was in and out of a fog, but even then you could appreciate just how nice the guest room and washroom alone were.

You almost felt like royalty with how classy and intricate the rooms were, and how they had convenient modern touches.

Never had you stayed somewhere so elaborate and fancy. All the hotels you have been in couldn’t even come close to compare.

Even now as you laid in the giant bed with its soft, velvet sheets, you couldn’t help but be amazed.

Kinda ironic, the home of your ‘enemy’ was way better than any place you had ever stayed at.

Besides maybe your own home before your step family took over, you supposed, though that was a long time ago.

Slowly rolling onto your back, you winced as your wounds flared and your stomach churned. You continued to admire your setting.

The bed had a beautiful silk canopy around it, and you still couldn’t help but be enamored by it.

Or by it all, really. Even if it was a bit overwhelming.

…Just how long has it been?

You had been in and out of sleep, occasionally slipping into a doze before startling awake. The time was lost to you.

In retrospect, you couldn’t help it. Your instincts were going haywire from… well, everything.

The bed and sheets were nice at least. Almost too nice.

You were used to your old sheets, or stiff bed sheets you’d find in cheap hotels.

Not soft satin sheets and pillows that were as fluffy as a cloud.

There was also the glaring fact you were in monster territory. Despite how nice the decor was, it was something on the back of your mind also keeping you up.

Yes, Dracula said you were a guest, but it was hard to lower your guard when you knew just outside the door were monsters roaming up and down the halls. That this whole castle was filled to the brim with the paranormal and monster kind.

You were also a hunter, and a notorious one from a notorious family at that.

It wasn’t hard to imagine some monsters may go ahead and take a shot at you, regardless of Dracula’s orders.

To some, it may be worth it to suffer Dracula’s wrath or ire if it meant eradicating you from existence. It wasn’t exactly a secret that a lot of the paranormal hated you.

You carefully laid on your side, and looked out the window.

A small comfort. Originally, the window had been covered by thick curtains. However, you had pulled them aside to attempt to relieve your anxiety.

The clouds were dark. You couldn’t tell if it was night or day at this point. Perhaps that was the point.

But you were so tired. Exhausted.

You really couldn’t even sleep if you wanted to, knowing Dracula, or at least a servant, would be bringing you a meal sometime soon.

The hunter in your soul didn’t wish to be taken off guard, even if it was to be fed.

A small part of you wondered if you should even eat. Your instincts whispered in your mind about poisons, warning you of incoming death.

But that was ridiculous. Imagine it, you, a hunter, dying from poison.

No, if Dracula wanted you dead, he would have killed you by now. By his own hand no less, you were sure.

Still, that didn’t stop your instincts from making things difficult.

You curled in on yourself a bit tighter, wincing when some of the stitches tugged. Reluctantly, you adjusted to keep them from stretching.

You reached over, and grabbed the nearby pillow, and hugged it close to your body for some comfort.

It smelled nice.

That was another issue. You were so sleep deprived and struggling with blood loss, your brain liked to bring up such things, no matter how much you were trying to shut them out.

Gripping the pillow tighter, you felt your face form into a sour look.

“What am I going to do…” You mumbled, closing your eyes again.

At least if you didn’t sleep, lying here would be some rest. Better than none.

Though you hated to admit how much you jumped when you heard a brief, but loud knocking against the door. Talk about acting like a cat in a room full of rocking chairs…

You sat up in bed with a wince, and you noticed that no one seemed to enter. Another knock followed the previous one. Your heart pounded in your chest.

“Uh… Come in…?” you called out, uncertain. Were they waiting to see if you were awake, or what?

The doorknob slowly turned, and you felt like the breath was punched out of you when Dracula stepped through.

Right. He had mentioned he would return.

He looked different though. Better, if you had to put a word to it. He wasn’t particularly disheveled to begin with, but now he didn’t look as… Hungry? Irritated? It was hard to figure out the words.

The Lord of the Night had also changed. Similar style, dark cloak and all, though he had on a vest with a dark red dress shirt underneath, and some sort of fancy slacks.

You imagined you probably would have wanted to change too if you had been wearing the same clothes as a stone statue for however many years.

But seeing Dracula again? You hated to admit how he practically took your breath away.

His power and presence were just as intimidating as before, and he wasn’t even angry. How did your ancestors handle him before, when he felt this powerful without seemingly intending to harm you?

Dracula looked you over briefly as he walked into the room, shutting the door behind him. Even if there were no traces of malice on his face, a shiver still ran down your spine, instincts still screaming to run or fight.

You swallowed your nerves down as he walked closer.

He stopped at the side of your bed, and once again, you had to crane your neck just to see him at his full height.

That is, until with the wave of his hand, a chair nearby in the room came scooting forward. It came to a stop behind him, and he sat down without a glance.

Internally, you hoped your awe wasn’t blatantly on your face.

When he sat, he crossed his legs, before holding a tray with some sort of bowl on it. He held it forward, and you blinked at it slowly.

“I hope you are resting well, Little Belmont. I had some servants make you some soup. I fear eating solids may upset your stomach, which would aggravate your injuries if you were to grow sick.” He spoke, his voice low and deep. Even if he wasn’t loud, his voice still seemed to vibrate in your chest.

It took his words a few moments to register, and you looked between him, and the tray. He took in your expression for a moment, before speaking once more.

“If you fear it has been tampered with, I assure you my servants-”

“Oh, no… It’s fine. Sorry, I’m…” You spoke, cutting him off, ignoring how your pulse spiked when you realized you did so.

“S-Sorry… My head is a bit foggy, is all…” You then explained, before shakily reaching for the tray.

Dracula was quick, or perhaps, your brain really was slow. He held out a hand, and quite gently might you add, set the tray down on your lap.

“Of course. You must not exert yourself, and you must eat. I do not know how long it has been since you last ate, but you need something in your stomach.”

As if hearing the conversation, your stomach loudly growled, and you felt your face flush in embarrassment. When was the last time you ate? This morning? Night before last? You couldn’t exactly remember…

It was brief, but you swore you could have seen Dracula’s lips twitch upward seeing you grow flustered. It must have been your foggy mind and imagination. Or not, he could be internally laughing at you. Who knows?

Meanwhile, Dracula knew he had been right to bring you soup. He just hoped you could hold it down.

Though he didn’t want to admit how… endearing it was seeing you grow flustered like that. For a Belmont, you were quite the adorable human.

He would never admit it of course, but hell save him if Death ever found out he had such thoughts. Dracula would never hear the end of it.

Especially considering such thoughts were about a Belmont. Someone he should be wasting no time slaying.

But he wouldn’t.

He couldn’t.

There was something so different about you, even now, as he watched you pick up the spoon and attempt to eat.

You didn’t stare at him with burning hate in your eyes, but curiosity. There was a sharp mind behind those eyes that asked questions. Someone who didn’t just jump to conclusions.

Was it so wrong he wanted to see more of that, especially in the family of his enemies, who had blindly ran and fought? Killing innocents of his kind?

He was no saint, far from it. But he knew of many others the Belmont clan had killed.

But you… You were so different. He didn’t wish to say it outloud, but he wished to push forward that way of thinking. Perhaps he could even find a middle ground with you.

You weren’t just some ‘scary hunter’. The Little Belmont in front of him showed so much more, showing the better qualities of humanity.

His face almost soured at the thought, but even he could admit every one in a million, perhaps one good human was born. You seemed to be that one in a million exception so far.

Just like Lisa had been.

He decided not to think too much on what that could mean, though he hoped it promised good things in the near future.

It was quiet for a while, and Dracula couldn’t help but study you as you ate. First and foremost, it was to watch and make sure your body could handle it.

But he had his own selfish reasons for doing so.

He could move again. React to you. Speak to you. Touch you.

However, he found it hard to speak. There were many things he wanted to talk about with you, and half of them he intended on waiting until you were a little bit healthier.

Anything he thought of before now though, was suddenly caught on his tongue as he observed.

Perhaps it would be better this way. Dracula prided himself on being charismatic and influential, but that was amongst the supernatural. This was a Belmont, and he knew things were… shaky at best.

However, as he watched you try and consume more of the soup, he found himself managing to say something.

“Are you feeling alright? Adjusting well?”

Briefly, you tensed when he spoke, before you seemed to force yourself to relax. He made a mental note of that reaction, wondering if it was because of him, or if it was a natural response.

Dracula could understand it if it was from him, given the circumstances, but even he could tell there was something off about it. He didn’t like the feeling settling in his gut over the bigger picture.

“It hurts a lot, but I’ll live.” You spoke, your voice still rough, but sounding leagues better than before. For a moment, it looked as if you wanted to say more, but held your tongue.

Interesting.

You were still for a moment, struggling to look at him. No doubt you were still having trouble thinking clearly, and struggling with everything that had happened. Have you even slept?

He had his doubts you’ve even rested. You may not look as manic like before, but you looked completely exhausted.

For a moment, he briefly thought about using his abilities to make you sleep. It was something Lisa would request on occasion if she hadn’t felt well or couldn’t settle.

However, he stomped that idea down. The last thing you needed was him using his powers like that on you, unless explicitly agreed upon. Even though you were… receptive of him taking care of you at the moment, he didn’t want to shatter that small bit of trust.

Given that he had suspicions about your home life, he imagined just the small bit of trust you had given him at all was momentous. Dracula couldn’t afford to lose that. Not now.

Though Dracula hated the odd pain in his chest as he stared at you. He was worried. Something he didn’t think he would ever feel again.

“Thank you, by the way.”

His eyes were on your face in an instant as you spoke.

“I… You didn’t have to take care of me. I do appreciate it.” You spoke, your eyes still on the bowl in your lap.

Your voice was small, and quiet. Dracula could tell though, saying that must have taken strength.

You didn’t see his eyes soften ever so slightly.

“You are welcome. As my guest, I will do my best to make sure you are taken care of.”

Internally you wanted to scream. You hated how much you liked the sound of that. When was the last time anyone cared enough to take care of you? Your mother before she had died all those years ago?

It had been way too long, and it was Dracula who was seemingly wanting to take care of you.

Damn your foggy mind.

A few moments of silence passed.

“I… Um…” You began, unsure on how to word this.

“About when you were a statue…”

You had so many questions, but didn’t know where to begin. Was it even a good idea to ask in the state you were in?

“You could hear and see everything, right?” you asked tentatively.

Dracula was silent for a moment, red eyes staring into you. It seemed he was contemplating what to say, and you tried not to get nervous as the seconds awkwardly ticked onward.

“Indeed I was. I was aware the moment you stepped foot in my castle the first time, though I was not aware it was a Belmont, not at first.”

His voice was still like velvet. No wonder vampires were such good hunters if they could talk like him.

You really needed to force yourself to sleep. Maybe if you smacked your head hard enough on the table, you could knock yourself out before you did or thought anything weirder.

Clenching your fist, you attempted to figure out what to say next.

“Um…”

Internally you cursed yourself for making this awkward. Why did you have to bring this up?

“Then… What now?” You asked, trying to find some semblance of what comes next. Just because he was taking care of you didn’t make everything all happy and cheery.

You couldn’t wash away centuries of history and bloodshed out of nowhere.

Dracula shifted, then reached over to the bedside table, and grabbed a glass of water. You looked at it confused.

When had he brought that in?

Before you could ask, he was gently holding it out to you.

“We can discuss that after you have rested. We have much to go over, but worrying about that and discussing it while you are injured won’t help your healing.”

He looked away a moment, as if contemplating what to say, before his eyes met your own once again.

“You have gained my interest and respect, enough to hear you out and discuss everything. When you are in a state to do so, of course.”

A part of you opened your mouth to speak, as if to say you could do it now, but you froze. Your eyes landed on the glass he still held out.

After a moment, you closed your mouth, and took the glass.

In that moment, you couldn’t help but feel like some sort of agreement or contract was formed, as if your fate was sealed.

As you sipped the refreshing water though, and looked over at Dracula himself, who seemed pleased you accepted the drink…

…You wondered if this would really be that bad?

Perhaps your future wouldn’t be as bleak as you thought.

#castlevania #dracula #vlad dracula tepes #dracula x reader #castlevania x reader #x reader #xreader #reader insert #belmont!reader #vlad dracula țepeș #dracula vlad tepes #tw anxiety #tw injury #tw blood drinking #long post

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lehguru · 6 months

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LATINO SONGS + ONE PIECE CHARACTERS

latino songs i relate to one piece characters and why!

info: not proofread as always, put spotify links in all of them, open to suggestions if yall want this to b a lil series or sum lol, mentions of stabbing (?)

PORTGAS D.ACE : SOU MUSA DO VERÃO - marshmello, luísa sonza

there's something about this song that makes me think of ace in the most... unhinged way. the main chorus is the thing that really stands out to me, because not only he would look gorgeous in a edit with that, it have the same hot energy that ace exhales. he is the kind of man we would see shirtless and imagine things that become a concern to feminism; and that song is exactly what we all, ace simps, want to say to him.

NAMI : ASSANHADINHA - pocah, mc durrony

nami gives the vibes of someone that does not care, period. she just does what she wants and is not afraid to own it too. i can definitely see this song on her playlist too, not only because of the way she relates to the lyrics, but also the beat itself. another big reason is simply: my girl likes to throw it back, and this is a great song to do it without problem.

NICO ROBIN : PILOTO - flora matos

i put piloto as robin's song, because 1. i ship her with franky; 2. she would totally be the type of person (the 'pilot') that is described in the song. careful? caring? loving? a good person? a scholar? pays attention? courageous? a mate? truthful? a armor bearer? if you need, dangerous? she is all of those things and much more. and that's why she will be forever the woman that holds my heart and she should hold yours too.

SABO : EU VOU COM CARINHO ELA QUER COM FORÇA - mc don juan, mc g15, mc davi

this one i will keep short and simple. a loooong time ago i saw a tiktok that had this song as a "sabo sounds like this" and i couldn't unhear it since (i cant find it again, im sorry); plus the lyrics match very very well. thats it. i cant elaborate further.

USOPP : PAPIN - mc kevin o chris, mc caja

the lyrics say everything i need to say: "fell for my talk, it's over". it's proven over and over again that usopp can lie to people easily, when he wants to. and, after the live action, i can't stop thinking about usopp trying to win you over with a sweet talk, his eyes and voice tone nervous, but so sweet it wins you over. plus, the song weirdly fits his vibe.

SANJI : RITA - tierry

i kinda refuse to explain this one, because it's almost a joke for myself, but i shall translate some of the lyrics (think that he's singing it to you): "oh love, come back. come back, love, and i will forgive the stabbing. oh, love, don't leave me alone, come back and i will pull out the charges."

DRACULE MIHAWK : ME RECLAMA - mambo kingz, dj luian, luigi 21 plus, ozuna

THIS SONG IS SO MIHAWK CODED, IT MAKES ME SICK. he knows he's the best, he always goes to you when you call him and he's not afraid to tell others that it's "not his fault he is the one you call for". his entire persona with this song in the background makes me shake, he would look extremely ethereal with his hand on your waist, pulling you closer, and his head tilted – all while his lips are whispering sweet spanish into your ear.

2023 © content belongs to lehguru, but the characters used in them belong to their respective creators!!

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artemismoorea03 · 9 months

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DP x DC Prompt: Then Only For A Minute

Bruce Wayne was a thief.

At least that's what Vlad convinces himself.

He stole Daniel away from him and brainwashed him into staying in Gotham City instead of going to Vlad! It was the only explanation on why Daniel would choose a stranger over somebody he knew. Somebody who understood his pain and his woes! Who knew what it was like to be hurt by Maddie and that idiot Jack.

But when he manages to weasel his way into one of Bruce Wayne's fundraisers suddenly he feels as though he missed something.

Something big.

When Vlad had first met Daniel he had smiled at him with trusting eyes and respect but when Bruce Wayne called for Danny and he walked over and looked up at the man there was a look the two shared.

Love.

Bruce Wayne hadn't brainwashed Danny. He had loved him.

Loved him like the son Vlad had been so desperate to have. Loved him in a way that Vlad... wasn't sure he was capable of. Not after so many years alone and not with the intentions he had that night.

He had full intentions on going into the party, managing to catch Danny off guard and convince him to go with him - with violence if he had to. But as he saw Bruce talk to Danny and heard Danny laugh those plans melted with every bit of his determination

He had miscalculated somewhere.

Suddenly feeling much too small in a room much too big and crowded he rushed out, hearing complaints from people that he rushed past as he made his way out of the building and went outside. Sucking in a breath.

Vlad was being ridiculous. He knew he was. He could have Daniel if he went back in and just played his hand.

"Vlad? What the hell are you doing here?" Daniel's voice was hostile and suspicious. Vlad turned and faced him, looking at the teen.

He hadn't gotten any bulkier, not that he was surprised. Ghosts struggled to build muscles but something had changed. Daniel's eyes specifically. They weren't dark or bloodshot from lack of sleep. He was fully rested, his cheeks slightly tinted red from sunburns suggesting he'd been out in the sun frequently rather than sleeping as much as possible in preparation of the next fight.

Vlad looked at Daniel then at the not so subtle people standing near the door. His 'siblings' if he had to guess, ready to protect the newest Wayne. "You and I both know why I'm here Daniel." He said as Daniel tensed up but before he could growl Vlad held up his hand. "Stop... just let me finish."

Daniel, ever the fool relaxed.

But Vlad couldn't convince himself to strike.

"I came to take you back with me, by force if need be but... I see now that was a mistake."

"What?"

"It was a mistake. I... I've changed my mind."

"You... changed your mind? What kind of games are you playing?" Daniel asked tightly.

Vlad shook his head. "No more games, Daniel. I see now I'm wrong as much as that pains me to say. I have been so foolishly convinced that you needed me to find your place in this world, to be happy... but it's clear now I was wrong. So yes... I'm changing my mind. I want to see you smile, but I see now that means I have to leave."

"Just like that... you're... giving up?"

"Yes, Daniel. Just like that. I have much to think about, now, I must go." Vlad turned, then took a step when Daniel called out.

"Wait.... but what about you? Are you gonna be okay?"

"I'm sure I will be, eventually. Goodbye... Danny."

Okay so let's face it I suck at prompts and end up writing mini oneshots. x'D But here it is anyways.

Inspired by the song "Happier" by Marshmello and Bastille

#dp x dc prompt #my prompts #dc x dp prompt

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leasstories · 3 months

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I Need You Here With Me

Eddie x gn !reader (Eddie is 21 and reader 23)

TW: Reader is insecure; mention of emotional abuse and neglect; past abuse/toxic relationships

WC: ≈2.2K

January 28th, 1988

You grew up in a really messed up household. Your dad was an alcoholic who always told you to act tough and your mom spent your life, until you decided to break off all ties with them. You were never good enough for her, and when your feelings got the best of you, your dad would blame you and call you a crybaby.

This childhood didn’t allow you to develop a self-esteem. You never feel confident and since you’ve been dating Eddie, you’ve never felt good enough for him. Another consequence of your troubled childhood is that you’ve been looking for love from anyone who could give it to you, and that’s how, before meeting Eddie, you’ve been in several toxic relationships. Relationships that broke you even more. When you’re dating someone, when you love someone, you’d do anything for them. That’s something that toxic people seemed to notice. And that’s how, before Eddie, you’ve had your fair share of abusive boyfriends and friends who took advantage of you.

Eddie and you met in January 1987, your boyfriend of the time was invited to the same New Year Party as Eddie and brought you along with him. You were his little “trophy” in public. In private though, you were his punching ball. Eddie found you on the owner’s house bathroom sobbing. He carefully approached you and asked you what happened. It was the first time ever that someone noticed that your life wasn’t perfect and so you literally did trauma dumping on him. Later, Eddie helped you break up with your boyfriend, protected you from him and offered you a place to stay.

A few months later, when you started healing from your past relationship, in March, Eddie and you started dating and officially became partner in April. But with your baggage, you don’t know how to navigate a healthy relationship, and you’re clingy. You’re conscious that you might be too clingy for Eddie. It isn’t healthy. But you don’t know how to love, you’ve never been loved before and no one taught you how to love properly. And you know you and your baggage might be a bit too much, especially since he is younger than you.

Don’t get us wrong here, Eddie has his own baggage. He has had a very difficult childhood and he experienced something in 1986 that gave him the physical and mental scars he has, but he never told you what happened. All you know is that he often wakes up screaming. But his baggage is easy to handle for you. All you want is to give him the world, protect him and be there for him 24/7.

Eddie is currently grocery shopping. Today, he went alone because he heard from a friend of his that your ex is back in town for the weekend which means he won’t let you go out of the weekend.

As soon as Eddie left, you tried reading your book, but you miss him too much, you can’t focus. You know that your boyfriend should be able to go grocery without you missing him. You know that. You also feel that you being clingy annoys Eddie, you’re afraid it’ll scare him away. You start overthinking and feeling insecure, thinking the real reason Eddie went grocery shopping alone was because he was fed up with you. You start imagining the worse scenarios, telling yourself that it is too good to be true. You can’t be with a man like Eddie Munson. You don’t deserve him. And how can he love you? How can you be loved? You wonder. You even go as far as to imagine that he might never come back from grocery shopping. You get stuck in your own head to the point that you don’t hear Eddie come back in the house.

“Baby?” Eddie asks.

You do not answer, you don’t even hear him.

“Baby?” Eddie says while entering the living room.

Eddie sees you, dissociated and sat on the couch, tears prickling at your eyeline.

He crouches down in front of you and take your hand in his, that’s when you notice his presence, you can’t help yourself and hug Eddie, what Eddie finds unusual, is that as soon as you realize what you did you leave Eddie’s arms and avoid his stare. Eddie caresses your knees, knowing that it is one of the things that reassures you the most. You still avoid his gaze and get up, not caring his hand is on your knee.

“Baby, what’s wrong?” Eddie asks.

You turn to him, eyes shining with tears. “Am I too much?” you ask, voice trembling.

“Hey, hey, hey, look at me” Eddie tells you reassuringly.

You shake your head no, eyes glued to your feet.

“Hey baby, you are not too much…” Eddie softly tells you.

“Am I not enough?” You shyly ask.

“No!” Eddie says raising his voice, which makes you flinch.

When you flinch, Eddie takes a step back and looks at you apologetically, but you don’t see it, your eyes still fixed on your feet, tears running down your cheeks.

“I’m sorry baby, I shouldn’t have raised my voice… I’m so sorry.” Eddie is distraught by your sudden self-doubt. Eddie knows about your childhood and your past relationships, but you’ve never felt insecure with him, or at least you never voiced it. He doesn’t know how to handle the situation. He isn’t mad at you, he is mad at your parents, at your previous partners and friends who used you, mistreated you and made you feel unloved.

“’S fine” you say while sniffling. “’m sorry I upset you…” Now you feel even more like a burden, you’ve managed to upset the only person who showed you nothing but love.

“Hey, hey, stop that. You didn’t upset me love. It’s not you who upset me. It’s just the idea that your parents and past relationships broke you so much that you need to ask me such questions as if you are too much or not enough.” Eddie says, in a calmer tone.

“’m sorry” you say again, still sniffling.

“What are you sorry for honey?” Eddie asks, trying to be as comprehensive and patient as possible.

“’m too clingy and it might make you run away… I don’t know how to love Eddie… I’m sorry… I’m so sorry” you keep repeating.

Eddie takes a step toward you and when he sees you don’t flinch or move away, he put his hand on your cheek.

“Stop apologizing baby. Listen to what I have to say and don’t cut me off, can you do that for me.” Eddie kindly asks.

You nod, still sniffling, tears still running down your cheeks.

“Good, that’s good.” Eddie says. “You remember when we weren’t a couple. Every time you didn’t sleepover in my room, I found it hard to sleep and every time we are apart, there is a pain in my heart that won’t go away. You’re clingy? Maybe, but I love it and even if I could, I would change nothing about it. Trust le when I say that I love you the way you are. And I know you have trust issues, I know you have had a difficult past, but I want to help you see that you are loveable. I want you to see that I love you and that I’d never hurt, neglect, nor abandon you.” Eddie continues.

“I’m sorry for being such a crybaby…” you say while wiping your tears.

“You’re not a crybaby love, you are traumatized. You have to acknowledge that, and I’ll help you acknowledge it, I’ll help you heal from that, I promise to be here every step of the way.” Eddie tells you.

“I’m sorry for not knowing how to love properly…” you tell Eddie.

“None of that baby, you love me properly, of course you still have things to learn, but I feel loved by you. And you know my past with my family, you know about my High School years, not a lot of people loved me, but I’ve always felt it. And I feel it coming from you.” Eddie explains.

“Does that mean the fact that I’m telling you that I love you so many times a day is annoying? Suffocating?” you shyly ask.

“Baby, you’re always saying the words I want to say. It is not suffocating. You could tell me you love me every single second that I wouldn’t feel it suffocating.” Eddie reassures you.

“What about the excess of physical touch?” You ask, still insecure.

“Baby… I need you here with me, at all times. The closer the better.” Eddie tells you.

“But I’m clingy…” you repeat once again.

“And deep down, I’m as clingy as you, I just try to hide it.” Eddie tells you with nothing but love in his eyes.

“’m sorry for getting all worked up… I just missed you so much while you went grocery shopping that I imagined the worse scenarios possible. I got stuck in my own head.” You tell Eddie, ashamed.

“Don’t apologize baby. I know your past and I should have known what as wrong as soon as I arrived home and I shouldn’t have raised my voice. I know it’ll take time for you to realize that it is true, that we are made to last. If I need to repeat it every single day for the rest of my life I will.” Eddie tells you while caressing your cheek.

“Can I ask why?” you ask.

“Why what?” Eddie asks.

“Why did you talk to me at that New Years Party?” you ask, unsure.

“For three reasons: first one I found you so gorgeous. Second reason, I saw you were sad, I was actually looking for you and when I found you in the bathroom it wasn’t just a coincidence. Third reason: your boyfriend didn’t even acknowledge your sadness and he didn’t even look for you when you left so I thought someone had to.” Eddie earnestly answers.

“Thank you… thank you so much for everything you did for me Eds. I’m sorry I’m not a better partner…” You apologetically tell him. You need him to know how grateful you are to have him in your life.

“Thank you for allowing me to be your boyfriend, for allowing me to love you, for letting me help you. You’ve come so far since the first time we met. Yes, you are my insecure little baby, but you became stronger, you became happier. I want to make up for all the assholes who treated you badly in the past. I want to help you heal; I want to help you blossom.” Eddie says before softly kissing your lips. You kiss him back, putting your hand in his hair. You both make out until you can’t breathe and then reluctantly part. Eddie put a strand of hair behind your hear and smiles softly at you.

“So, do you still believe I’m gonna leave my little baby heal all alone?” Eddie asks.

“It might take time for me to fully believe it. But you reassured me a lot so thank you. Thank you for being so patient with me…” You tell Eddie.

“Baby, I’ll always be patient with you. I love you so so much. And now it’s my time to thank you. Thank you for trying your best every day. Thank you for accepting me how I am, with my qualities and my flaws. Thank you for being patient with me when I have a nightmare and for never asking about what happened to me in March of ’86. You’re the most respectful, loving and caring person I’ve ever known, and I fall with you even more every single day.” Eddie declares.

You start quietly sobbing in your hand, this time you’re not crying because of anxiety or pain, no, you’re crying because of Eddie’s speech, because of how much he loves you and how much you love him.

“’m sorry for being a crybaby…” you say once again.

Eddie hugs you and gently whisper in your ear. “You’re not a crybaby, you’re sensitive, there’s a difference. You’re allowed to cry and to let your emotions out. It’s healthy and normal baby.” Eddie says while caressing your back, still hugging you.

Once you part Eddie asks. “Will cuddling in bed make you feel even better?”.

As soon as you nod, Eddie throws you over his shoulder and walk to your shared bed. He lays you on the bed and joins you on the bed, opening his arms. You crawl towards him and put your head on his chest, listening to his heart beating. Eddie loves having you in his arms, as he already told you and will remind you for as long as you’re insecure, his love language is physical touch. If he could, Eddie would never part from you, he would stay in this bed, cuddling with you forever.

Eddie is the first ever person to make you feel loved, he is the first ever person to treat you with respect. He is the first partner to ever love you and treat you as his equal. You know it’s going to take time to fully believe it, but for the first time ever, you allow yourself to dream of an entire life with Eddie.

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cockslutpadalecki · 2 years

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F.R.I.E.N.D.S

Summary: You’ve told Steve you’re not interested a hundred times, but he still won’t take no for an answer.

Characters: Dark!Best!Friend!Steve x F!Reader.

Words: 2.2K.

Warnings: non-con/dub-con, gaslighting, explicit sexual content, nipple sucking, female masturbation, forearm choking, forced/unwanted orgasm, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it kids), cream pie, 18+.

A/N: Inspired by song of the same name by Marshmello Ft. Anne-Marie. Beta: @princessmisery666 but all the general bullshit is entirely mine.

You don’t know what wakes you, but as you lay in the darkness listening to the light pitter-patter of rain on your window, you finally hear it. At first you think it’s your mind playing tricks on you in the blanket of night, ears distorting at the sound of the rain getting heavier and then easing off, but there is no mistaking the soft knocks.

First two, then three until it’s coming in patterns too fast for you to count.

You sit up with a huff, your stomach sinking instantly as your eyes note the time glaring from your alarm clock.

2AM.

Anybody else would be confused and scared at the noise coming from downstairs at this ungodly hour, but you would bet your entire life savings that you know who is on the other side of the door before you even open it.

You get out of bed, and grab your robe hanging on the back of the door, tying a knot around your waist as you start to make your way downstairs.

The knocking is still persistent— a mixture of soft and hard, an indication of the late night visitor’s waning patience. The pettiness in you wants to go back to bed and pop in some earbuds, but you know that ignoring them does nothing as a deterrent. If anything, it just entices them to be more forceful with their knocks, shaking the walls until you lose your temper and end up downstairs anyway.

Reaching the front door, the chill seeping in from outside tickles at your bare feet and you silently curse for not putting your fluffy slippers on.

The knocks are full side-on fist thumps now— loud and angry thuds that make your ears ache. You pull the door toward you, and a rush of cold wet air slaps across your cheeks as your eyes land on who you expect.

You let out a frustrated sigh. “Not again, Steve.”

“Finally,” he smiles. “What were ya doing? Sleeping?” he adds with a drunken laugh.

You don’t find it funny. “Go home, Steve.”

A stray raindrop falls from the tip of his nose and onto his plump pink lips as his sapphire eyes gleam at you beneath the porch light. He’s soaked to the bone from the downpour, but the way he looks at you, you know he doesn’t care about his sodden clothes. Not now you’ve opened the door. To him, this must mean progress.

Steve tries to step inside but you block the doorway. “You're not gonna let me in?”

“You need to sleep off all that whiskey,” you tell him, bringing a hand up to waft away the stench of it rolling off his breath.

“How about,” he steps closer, lowering his voice to a whisper, “I sleep in your bed with you?”

“We’re not ten years old any more.”

Steve rolls his eyes with a light huff. “Why you being like this?”

“Because I don’t appreciate being woken up in the middle of the night,” you snap.

“I don’t mean like that,” he tuts. “I mean, like, not willing to even try and make us work.” He looks sad for a moment, and a part of you feels bad for him but it quickly passes. You’re sick of this conversation and the constant repetition that gets you nowhere.

“I’ve told you, I don’t like you the same way you like me,” you explain a little too kindly than he deserves. “You’re like a brother to me.”

He rolls his eyes again. “Not all that brother shit again.”

“Haven’t I made it clear that I’m not interested, Steve? We’re just friends.”

“But I love you,” he professes with a little whine, flashing you a pout.

“Look, I’m done being polite now,” you snip sharply. “Please leave me the fuck alone before I call the cops and tell them you’re harassing me.”

“Harassing you?” he scoffs. “Don’t be ridiculous, I’m not doing anything of the sort.”

“How many times have we been here before? Five, six thousand?” you question him. “Always turning up drunk in the middle of the night, talking all this shit about us being together and how I’m made for you? It’s insane. You look insane.”

He moves a little closer and you suddenly feel intimidated by the sheer size of him towering over you.

“Don’t look at me like that, Steve, it’s not going to work,” you warn, taking a step back but his arm reaches out and grabs your bicep before you can get away. “Ow, that hurts.”

His features twist and sour— his usual soft, saccharine stare morphing into something much more frightening.

Steve marches forward, dragging you along the carpet with him. You have no choice but to scramble backward, struggling to break free, your footsteps barely meeting the ground as he forces his way into the house. Just as you try to scream, the door slams shut and his spare hand clamps over your mouth, ssh-ing you in the process as your back meets the wall with a hard thud. You stare up at him with wide tear-filled eyes. His grip around your arm loosens and it quickly moves between your bodies, tugging and pulling at your robe. You struggle against him but the weight of his body on yours prevents you from being able to push him away.

“Steve, please,” you plead behind his clammy palm but it merely comes out as a muffled sound. Cold air swirls around your midriff as he gets your robe open, the chill of his wet clothes saturating your thin cotton shorts and tank top. His weight lifts for a split second, just enough to push your robe out of the way and then it returns, his hand flattening against the front of your shorts. Tears are hot on your skin as they spill over your lashes, feeling his fingers curl against your pussy and cup it tight.

Your whimper absorbs straight into the skin of Steve’s palm and what’s left of it sounds like a low hum, like you’re enjoying it. But you’re not. He smiles down at you as he removes his hand slowly, not even bothering to threaten you to keep quiet.

“I wanna hear you moan for me,” he tells you, giving you the affirmation you’ve been waiting for. His fingers are warm when he touches your now exposed cunt, your shorts tucked awkwardly into the crease of your thigh, and you can’t help when your body reacts without your permission. Steve leans in, kissing you hard, his tongue uncomfortably warm against yours. Water drips onto your face as the kiss continues, running down your cheeks until they blot against the swell of your tits through your vest.

You shake in his hold when he traces a finger over your clit which is slowly met by a second as they move down, strumming across your pussy lips. You’re horrified when you feel wetness gathering on his fingertips— a sticky warmth that cools the further it strays from your entrance and up to circle your clit. He gives the throbbing bead a little rub and back down again to repeat the process.

He moves his lips in a damp trail down your neck, nipping and nuzzling the skin, each kiss being accompanied by satisfied little moans. As he reaches the curve of your chest, he uses his free hand to pull down your top, exposing one of your breasts to him. His mouth quickly attaches to your nipple, suckling at the pebbling bud with loud, wet pops of his lips when he lets it go.

You don’t want to give Steve the satisfaction of crying out, instead biting down on your lower lip to stifle the whine that’s threatening to escape. You can taste copper on the tip of your tongue when he finally pushes a finger inside you, followed quickly by the other, working you open just enough until he’s spinning you round on the spot and pushing you flat against the wall.

“I wanted to take my time with you,” he grits out in your ear, “but I can’t wait. I just need to be inside you.”

“No, please don’t!” You squirm against the wall in a bid to prevent him access, but Steve places his forearm into the nape of your neck, pinning you to the spot. He fumbles briefly behind you and before you know it, he’s running the dome of his warm cock through your wet pussy lips. You attempt to plead once more but your words are cut off by Steve entering you sharply. A squeak tumbles from your lips and you hear him laugh deeply into your ear, followed by a heavy sigh.

“God, you feel like silk.”

You cry into the wall as he retreats, teasing out of you one inch at a time and your body betrays you when it pathetically clenches around the emptiness he leaves in his wake. You feel hollow and bereft, hating the way you quietly beg inside your head to feel him stretching you out again. He answers your silent request, easing back inside you until he’s buried up to the hilt.

The hard lines of his hips press firm against your ass before he’s pulling out and slamming his way home with a loud hiss interspersed with a grunt. It hurts the way he fucks you— merciless and rough, the wet slaps of your cunt making your cheeks heat with shame.

“Look at you lettin’ me in, just like I knew you would,” Steve huffs deeply in your ear in the midst of a hard thrust. “Do I still feel like a brother to you now? Would a brother fuck you this good, huh?”

“You’re sick,” you croak, voice breaking off into a moan.

He laughs, moving his arm from the back of your neck and hurriedly slips it around your throat, forcing your head backwards. The new position involuntarily manipulates your back to arch as your ass pushes against Steve’s pelvis, making his cock slip further into the depths of your fucked-out pussy.

Heat curdles your stomach as the familiar wave of bliss begins to tighten in your core. You try to think of mundane things— the stack of dishes still in the sink, the mountain of laundry you promised you’d do two days ago, the bills waiting to be paid tomorrow— and for a brief moment, it seems to help until the weight of Steve’s thrusts cut through the banality of your thoughts, and all you can think about is the rising warmth in your pussy along with the ripples of delight that are threatening to consume you.

Dishes, laundry, bills, dishes, laund—

You fold like a stack of cards as the orgasm you’ve been trying to hold off washes over you, and Steve’s constant praise becomes the distorted soundtrack to your rhapsody.

“Oh that’s my good girl,” he mutters into your hairline. “Coming so hard for me.”

Steve kisses your temple, teeth grazing your skin as a litany of sudden apologies and pathetic excuses are breathed against your cheek. “I’m so sorry, but you’re doing so well. I couldn’t help myself, I just love you so much. I promise I’ll pull out, but you feel so fucking good wrapped around my cock. Oh fuck, I can’t stop.”

Terror fills your chest as realisation hits and you thrash around, hands pushing against his hips to try and get him to pull out but it’s too late— Steve is coming inside you, hot and impossibly deep.

Tears warm your skin as they trickle down your face, disgust rife in your veins as you feel his cum dribbling out around his still rock-hard erection. He releases his hold from around your neck and your head slumps back against the wall, your wet cheek sore as the plaster aggravates the tenderness of your raw skin.

He invades your personal space yet again, kissing his way down to the juncture of your neck as he pulls out, the heat of his cock leaving you cold and empty. You hear and feel him tuck himself away before he’s encouraging you to turn around and face him. His cheeks are red from the exertion and his hair is no longer dripping from the rain, but damp blonde strands hang into his cerulean eyes. Steve no longer looks like the man you once considered a best friend, but a complete stranger. A man you’ve never met before. A monster hiding in plain sight.

“C’mon, how about we go upstairs and share the bed like we used to?” he asks you, voice soothing and kind as his eyes twinkle with innuendo. Steve strokes his knuckles down your cheek and the fragile, affectionate way he comforts you is somehow more terrifying than the brutal way he just raped you.

With a solemn nod, you agree, not having any fight left in you to say no.

“That’s my girl,” he says, looping his arm around your neck to guide you toward the stairs. “I promise I’ll make us pancakes in the morning.” The familiar and sweet kiss he delivers to your temple seems so casual. It holds the same sentiment of the thousand kisses you’ve placed on his head, the one that used to tell him you were just friends. It was a charitable kiss you felt you had to give to keep him in your good books, but now you’re not so sure that's a good place to be.

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blingblong55 · 1 year

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Cruel- Ghost

This is a very much requested end to the last section of this post.

Sorry it took me this took me long to continue. Thank you for being patient<3

F!reader, Platonic! Relationship

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The day r/n was shut down by Ghost, was the same day the team saw less of her. Ghost hated himself for it. He tried, he really did but the same you, he had learned loved was gone.

Hell, he tried telling the same jokes you used to laugh at. And again your smile never appeared. He cursed himself a million times, and then a million times more. Everyone missed you. They missed you running around and spreading your positivity.

Soap stopped hanging around Ghost, or at least it was less than he used to. He knew people disliked him for what he said to you.

Every night before he shut his eyes there you were.

"why don't you? " your voice low, and your eyes forming tears.

He tossed and turned, it would be a sleepless night. And in the morning there you were. A waffle in hand and milk in the other. You sat near the rookies. They said something that made you smile.

It was something you did with him, eat your waffle and drink your milk, always in his office before he even got there.

"Morning Ghost!" you'd greet him at the door. And when you would finish your meal, you'd rub your belly, "m'full, so whats new!" your eyes full of shine.

You even stopped training around him. Your hums and full blown concerts stopped.

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He walked up to you one day after your training. "M'sorry,"

You tried to ignore him but the way his eyes looked, you couldn't just ignore him. "What you said wasn't kind. You practically said you didn't like me. And let me tell you something, being a bother is one thing, but not being liked by your best friend hurts-" his heavy arms wrapped around you caught you by surprise.

You cried a little. Every time you saw him in his office, alone, you wished you were there. But how could you? He was the one person that made you feel excited to be yourself. He encouraged you to have fun, and even though you felt a bother he had never pushed you away.

So of course you shut down, he in a way blew the fire you happily created for and because of him. You stopped doing the things you did with him, because nobody would stick around but him.

"I was mean, and I know that, I just hate how happy you are, I want to be happy, I try to be." his voice was so soft and low, you almost didn't hear him. " s'okay, I forgive you."

He broke the hug, his hands on your shoulders.

"why?"

"why what?"

"why are you always so nice to me?"

"well, you are my favorite little human, I feel my best self when I'm around you, I used to be me when I was alone in my room...and along you came and now I'm here!" Your smile, making his heart ache.

"I appreciate your apology, means I've done something right, now do you want to go see me climb a tree?"

"how about I join you this time?"

You get so excited that you almost jumped in his arms,

"I'm glad you're back love."

"Only with you."

"Promise?"

"Yes sir!"

You two sat at some branch, swinging your feet. And since a very long time, he was happy. He wasn't annoyed at your stupid little jokes.

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Tags: @marshmelloe , ghostsfavhoe

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lostfirefly · 3 months

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If you wake up in your bed, alone in the dark, I'm sorry I gotta leave you before you love me

You're the owner of a bar where one evening a blue-haired pirate comes and you both play a drinking game.

Just a random shitty shit :) Masterlist

OPLA Buggy x F!Reader

Words: 1301

The title is talken from "Leave Before You Love Me" Marshmello and Jonas Brothers.

English is not my native language, errors may occur. As always, feel free to share your thoughts :)

Taglist: @gingernut1314 (idk if you wanted to be tagged :))

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The bar was full of pirates that night. The air smelled of rum, whiskey, tequila, and cheap tobacco. You, the bar hostess, was wiping down the bar counter, made of solid oak, listening to different stories from the drunken sailors. Some told about mermaids, others about how they miraculously avoided meeting with sirens, others in their stories were invincible pirate kings.

“Alright, Benji, no more whiskey for you. You need to go home, your wife is waiting for you,” You said, taking the half-empty glass from the hands of the man who was barely standing.

“One more glass, please! Hone-e-y! Don't be a pest! O-o-ops!” The grey-haired man reached out for another glass, but he couldn't help himself and fell to the floor.

“No more! Get out of here. I’ll tell Frank to walk you home,” you said and threw a towel over her shoulder.

It was late and it was raining heavily outside the window, but the bar was still full, despite the imminent closure.

The front door swung open, and you heard heavy footsteps.

"A bottle of whiskey," the man's voice came.

You, who was wiping her glass with a towel at the time, looked up. A large man with blue hair, green eyes and red nose, dressed in a brown fur coat, leather pants and vest sat behind the bar counter and stared at her intently.

"Whiskey. The best one!" He repeated his order once more and put his gloved hand on a counter.

You turned to the shelves behind her and among the many bottles of different alcohol, picked out a huge bottle of well aged whiskey.

“Here. Enjoy,” you moved him the bottle, which was decorated with drawings of dragons and ships, "The best in our town."

You glanced at him for a moment. “You're not from around here, aren't you? Because I haven't seen you in my bar before."

"Your bar?" The man raised his eyebrows in surprise.

"Yeah. Why are you so surprised? Don't tell me you're the kind of man who thinks a woman should stay home." You poured whiskey into a glass and slid it into the man's hand. He remained silent.

"Not at all. It's great, I guess." He took a sip of whiskey. “Tell me, isn’t it scary for such a nice girl to hang out in this bar at night, among drunken sailors?”

“I’m already used to it. At least tell me your name, stranger. There shouldn’t be a person without a name in my bar.”

"What strict rules. Buggy. Buggy the Clown."

"Very nice, Buggy the Clown. And me (Y/N). Well, what are doing in our city?"

"We'll dock to replenish our supplies, and then we'll move on."

"So, are you one of those treasure hunters? Or one of those good pirates?"

"Baby, it's rude to ask things like that when my poster is on your wall." He pointed his finger at the poster stand. "I'm kind of a celebrity, you know?"

You laughed. Continuing to keep order in the bar, you could not get rid of the thought that the green eyes of this strange man, who was wearing makeup, were watching your every step.

“You know, Buggy the Clown, I’m a little embarrassed that you’re staring into me with your eyes.”

He made a face and crossed his arms.

"Listen, drinking alone is boring. Join me."

"I’m working."

“Come on, you've got some drunken bilge rats here. Grab a glass and let's play 'I've never..'"

You looked around the bar, assessing the condition of the visitors. Half of them were already lying somewhere on the floor. The other half was about to leave.

“Okay, let's play." You took out a second glass and placed it on the counter. You poured whiskey into a glass and added ice. “Well, a cute stranger with the name Buggy the Clown, I’ll start. I’ve never have never fallen asleep in public.”

Buggy looked at you and the glass for a long time. And took a sip of whiskey.

“I thought so!” You laughed.

“What about you?” Buggy asked, sipping whiskey.

“Noo! I’m a good girl.”

“You work in a bar, you can't be good!” He laughed like a maniac. “Ok, my turn. I’ve never have never had a one-night stand.”

You both looked at each other and sipped your whiskey.

“And you say you're good?" Buggy said in a mocking tone. "Na-ah!"

“I work at the bar. Can you imagine how many pirates come here? But I have to admit, you're the cutest." You took a sip and blushed. “What about you?”

“I’m a pirate. Is it necessary to continue further?” He smiled widely. “Well.. I’ve never have never tried to make an ex jealous.”

You sipped your whiskey. “He was a jerk. He needed to be taught a lesson. You?”

“No! I swear!” He raised his hands.

“My turn! I’ve never have never sneezed on a stranger.” You looked at the clown pirate with curiosity. He smiled, started laughing and took a sip from his glass. “Ew! Gross!” You started laughing too. "Ok, ok! I've never have never spent money that wasn't mine to spend."

"Seriously? Is this a question you ask a pirate? Better bring a bottle of whiskey right away." He poured himself another drink and drank it in one gulp.

You were playing when the last customer left the bar and you were already finishing your fourth bottle of whiskey. You could hardly stand on your feet.

“Ok! Last question! I’ve never have never held a grudge longer than a year.” You waited for a couple of seconds and took a sip of whiskey. “You?”

“It’s a long story. I want to skip this question.” He became visibly saddened.

“Who is that bitch that broke your heart?” You said in a drunken voice. “She’s the greatest pig ever. Look at you! You’re cute!” Staggering, you came out from behind the bar and walked towards him.

“You really think I’m cute?” Buggy took your hand and pulled you towards him.

“Of course! Your blue hair, your red nose, your makeup. You are unusual and cute.” You sat on his lap and wrapped your arms around his neck. Buggy looked at you with a clouded look.

“Listen, when are you leaving?” You asked, trying to focus your gaze.

“In a couple of days, what?” He asked quietly and hugged you.

“So we have time!” You grabbed his hand and led him upstairs to the room.

The next morning you woke up alone in bed. You felt the pillow that was lying next to you with your hand. A sheet on which there were traces of cosmetics and clearly not yours. The other half of the bed was empty. You clearly remembered last night. His heavy breathing on your skin, his hands on your body and the words he said to you. You put on a shirt and went downstairs. Buggy was sitting on a chair and was already pulling on his second shoe.

“Are you going to leave like that and not say goodbye to me?” You walked up to him, put one arm around his neck and looked into his eyes.

"You were just fast asleep. And I.. well, well.."

"I see. Listen.. It seemed to me that.. Well.." You walked closer to him and kissed him on the lips. “if you’re still in our towns or will be one day, come to see me. I liked you. In every sense.”

You noticed how he became noticeably nervous. He took his coat, and returned the kiss.

He ran his gloved hand through his hair. "I will keep that in mind, baby."

You closed the bar door behind him, leaned on it and whispered. "Damn, I really wanted you to stay."

#buggy the clown #buggy x you #buggy x reader #one peice #opla buggy x reader #opla buggy the clown x you #opla buggy the clown x reader #opla buggy the clown #buggy fanfiction

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imagine-horizons · 1 month

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Surgeon of Death: Doll Edition II

Part 1 // Part 2 // Part 3 trafalgar d. law x f!siren warnings: suggestive themes, mentions of PTSD, minors dni summary: your past still haunts you after a run-in with an enemy - but now you don't have to fight them alone ----------------------------- ♪ Now Playing: Be Kind (feat. Halsey) - Marshmello♪ "i know you're chokin' on your fears // already told you i'm right here // i will stay by your side every night"

------------------------------ In the depths of the Grand Line, the Polar Tang slipped past enemy ships, the deep blue cloaking their presence. But there was one thing you could not hide or run from.

On the latest enemy encounter, you were found face to face with the enemy captain. Because of that, the nightmares resurface, that had disappeared after Law started giving you a dreamless potion for the first few weeks after joining the Heart Pirates. The enemy had used his Devil Fruit powers to entangle you with plant like vines and yanked you closer to him. Your heart jumped into your throat and you struggled to breathe as you felt the vines close around your throat. "Your powers have no affect on me - I heard about the little Siren pet that Trafalgar Law keeps by his side," he sneered, and you felt his hot breath in your ear making you whimper. "It would be fun to keep ya around and make you my personal toy, don't ya think?" As you struggled, the vines tightened around your throat to the point where you felt your vision darken.

"Room!"

You were suddenly enveloped in a blue aura, and you no longer felt the restraints on you. Instead you breathed in the deep fragrance of old cedarwood and antiseptic solution, as strong arms held you. You looked up to see Law who had jumped in to rescue you. With a flick of his sword, he barked out: "Shambles." Just before you blacked out, you watched as the enemy captain was split into multiple pieces, and you heard Law say your name. When you came to, you found yourself in infirmary, with a very worried Bepo at your side. You could barely hear what the polar bear was saying because You could still feel the tight hold on you, and it brought back the painful memories when you were under the control of the faceless masters. You shared a bunk with Ikkaku who told you to go tell Law that the nightmares were coming back. You no longer had the potion that Law gave you because the nightmares had stopped, but you were too scared to tell Law.

"He's our captain, you can't hide this from him," Ikkaku pressed. "What are you afraid of?"

Weakness.

The old feelings of needing to prove yourself, and the thought of showing weakness in front of your captain, brought back the fear being cast aside. The worst part was, the nightmares prevented you from waking up on your own. Ikkaku would often shake you awake, or even had to dig her nails into your hand so you would wake up to the pain. But one night, it was Law who found you. When you came to, Law was hovering over you, a look of concern etched into every part of his face, his hands gently cupping your face. There was a blue aura around you, and you blinked away your disorientation so you could focus on your surroundings. You were in Law's captain's quarters - he must have heard you and transported himself into your shared bunk, and brought you to his room. "Why didn't you come to me when it started again?" He asked, as you slowly sat up, letting the sphere dissipate.

"You knew?" You asked meekly and he sighed.

"Ikkaku told me - if you don't want my help, I won't force you. But [y/n]-ya..." His eyes softened slightly. "I am your captain, it is my responsibility to look after my crew. Your place will always be here, with the Heart Pirates. So don't forget that." You didn't say anything else, except nod. "It's late," Law said standing up. "I'll give you a potion to take when you' head back to your'e back in your quarters. Don't wake the others." Before he could leave, you grabbed onto the edge of his hoodie.

"Can - can I stay here with you?" You whispered. You didn't mean to be so bold, nor for your voice to come out in a plea, but you caught your captain's cheekbones tinge with pink at your request. He tugged his hat down a little further over his eyes, before muttering out: "Do as you wish." As you were about slip into a dreamless sleep, you could smell Law's scent in the bedding, wrapping you up protectively. It got stronger as you felt fingers gently brush against your cheek, and push back a strand of hair, as you heard Law whisper into your ear, "I won't let you fight alone, you have my word."

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"... you know you can cry to the one // always confide in the one // you can be kind to the one that you love."

#law x reader #trafalgar law #one piece x reader #law x you #trafalgar law x reader

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leviiackrman · 2 months

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TAG CATCH UP: PERSONAL PICREW, QUESTIONS + URL SONGS;

Heyyooooo I’m back (even tho I never left) but these illnesses have been kicking my ass and I FINALLY feel better! I’ve been tagged in a bunch of fun games recently that I’ve been neglecting, but thank you so much to everyone who tagged me! Have an oversized post to suit my oversized fashion taste tehe

Tagged by: URL Tag: @rolangf @carrionsflower @timdownie @thedeadthree || Questions 1: @rosenfey || Questions 2 + Picrew: @binatalia

Tagging: @bbrocklesnar @risingsh0t @statichvm @marivenah @confidentandgood @unholymilf @florbelles @simonxriley @shellibisshe @roofgeese @aezyrraeshh @faerune @tekehu @arklay @jackiesarch @minaharkers @captmactavish @carlosoliveiraa @queennymeria @shadowglens @nightbloodbix @riikugan @heroofpenamstan @fenharel @alexxmason @malefiicarum @gearvmac @gwynbleidd @delzinrowe + @binickmiller

|| hair colour is not accurate cus I’m a brunette but I bleached it recently so it’s a lot warmer than this! Wolf cut going strong tho and not this long but anyway ||

L: Liar Liar - Dylan, Bastille

E: ERA - The Faim

V: Vampire Disco - Friday Pilots Club

I: IDK How to Talk to Girls - Beth McCarthy

I: I Don’t Like You..OK - The Hunna, Kelsey Karter & The Heroines

A: AmEN! - Bring me the Horizon, Lil Uzi Vert, Daryl Palumbo

C: Conquer - Marshmello, Space Laces

K: Kick Back - Kenshi Yonezu

R: Rise (Redux) - The World Alive, League of Legends

M: Make it Out Alive - ONE OK ROCK

A: Animals - Nickelback

N: Not Alone - New Rules

last song: Stormy Weather - Kings of Leon (my saved songs was playing while doing my chores lmao)

currently watching: I’m FINALLY watching American Horror Story (after my bestie pestered me for years aha) and I LOVE it!! I’m also watching The Kardashians cus it’s good background noise when I’m working lmao, and on going critical role etc

3 ships: I’m gonna choose 3 of my oc ships cus brain no function: Margot x Levi, Rin x Dabi + Mineyo x Rin

favourite colour: mustard yellow! Just such a pretty colour and so cheerful!

currently consuming: the daggerheart one shot hehehehe! So now I’m planning ideas for a daggerheart oc for when me and my sister make our characters!

first ship: anakin x padme…. forever a precious ship to me

place of birth: South England, UK

current location: 30 mins from my birth place lmao, I’ve moved a lot tho

relationship status: single pringle as always but my brain clearly is pining cus I keep having dreams about having a partner…

last movie: oh daymn… uhhh idk I don’t really watch films anymore! I think it was Suzume!

currently working on: oh BOY so many things! I’m making the invites, seating plan, table decorations and other bits for my sisters wedding, I also need to make a curtain for our stair window cus it freaks my dad out lmao, more crochet designs for my Etsy shop (critical role characters and Disney princesses are in progress), timelines for my ocs which is taking FOREVER cus i ain’t no writer, more drawings for my ocs, my oc publication, MULTIPLE ideas for oc art and just never ending odd projects cus i CANT. STOP. OH and all the planning for mummas fundraiser/birthday! So it’s a lot aha

are you named after anyone? Not my first name, but my dad went to a garden centre the day my sister was born and chose 2 flowers for our middle names, so she’s Molly Jasmine and I’m Jessica Rose!

when was the last you cried? Uhhh idk I cry a lot, half the time I don’t even realise I am. Probably on the weekend when I was feeling shit

do you have kids? AHAHAHA no. I have 0 intention of having my own children but whenever I’m financially stable (and potentially with someone) I wanna adopt/foster as many kids as I can!

what sports do you play/have you played? When I was younger I played football, hate it now. I play games at work with the kids a lot but nothing legit

do you use sarcasm? I’m British. So what do you think?

what is the first thing you notice about people? Their eyes and smiles! I can tell when someone isn’t smiling genuinely tbh

what is your eye color? Hazel but got a lot of green in them

scary movies or happy endings? Scary movies. That way I can create my own happy endings while enjoying the carnage hehe

any talents? I don’t really believe in ‘talents’, I prefer to think that anyone can CREATE a talent through practice and dedication. I guess you could say my art skills are a talent, but again I practiced for my whole life so it’s not really a talent more than determination. I can also cook decently, dance/sing okay, but they’re not talents to me, just passions

where were you born? The shit hole called England.

what are your hobbies? Oh FUCK I have way too many… drawing, crocheting, editing, writing, reading, watching anime, creating characters + content, puzzles, painting, diamond painting, organising and SO MANY MORE

do you have any pets? I doooo! I have 1 doggo named Harley and she is my pride and joy, I love her sm

how tall are you? 5 foot 11 and a half, so I just say 6 foot

favorite subject in school? Art, history, dance, drama and IT

dream job? Freelance artist or concept artists. Tho the latter is less likely nowadays cus yknow… everything is fucked from AI…

#tagged*#about me*#rolangf #carrionsflower #timdownie #thedeadthree #rosenfey #binatalia #run down of illnesses cus BOY it’s a lot: head cold for over a month turned bacterial infection in my chest #antibiotics gave me a bad UTI cus turns out I’m allergic to penacilldn #constant back pain and headaches #sooooo yeh it’s not been great #but thank you again for the tags!

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svt-rosalie · 5 months

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. . . ♡ SEVENTEENTH ! ? 🪁 HEAVEN ★ ﾟ๑

ׁ ׅ ୨ ❪ eras, lyrics! ❫ ୧ ⊹ ࣪

Seventeenth Heaven is the eleventh extended play (EP) by South Korean co-ed group Seventeen, released on October 23, 2023, by Pledis Entertainment through YG Plus, five months following the release of FML (2023). Produced by Woozi and Bumzu, the eight-track EP is a primarily upbeat record, serving as a celebration of the band's career thus far. It is led by the single "God of Music", and includes a collaboration with the American producer Marshmello titled "SOS".

୭ৎ ࣪ ׅ ROSALIE’S LINES!

SOS (prod. marshmello)

1:54 - 2:02, original vernon

SOSOSO right now! everyday we’re fightin’ a silent war we never wanted. come on right now

2:42 - 2:45, with seungkwan

i’ll be there by your side!

God Of Music

1:54 - 2:00, original jun

what is our happiness don’t fret, let’s just dance and sing this is our happiness

2:53 - 2:58, original mingyu

SEVENTEEN to the world, the whole world sing in unison

Diamond Days

1:06 - 1:08, original dokyeom

slip into the diamond life

2:30 - 2:32, original woozi

slip into the diamond life

Yawn

0:59 - 1:15, original seungkwan

don’t hate yourself you know it was a good choice. you were hurting so much but you couldn’t even talk about it, suffering alone

2:22 - 2:40, original dokyeom

there’s no way i didn’t know because you’re my breath. don’t be sorry, it’s just like a yawn that came because of shortage (of breath)

Headliner

0:33 - 0:45, original woozi

you, even before we met you made my heart flutter folding my fingers waiting for you

2:10 - 2:17, with dokyeom

even if another rainy day comes

2:17 - 2:23, with seungkwan

i’ll be in your first row

song credits! co-write yawn, co-write headliner, co-write god of music.

join the taglist!

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kyanitedragon · 3 months

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Hidekane Playlist

“Let’s Go Home”

GINASFS - Fall Out Boy (“trade baby blues for wide-eyed browns”)

Talk To Me - Cavetown (“you and i will share the weight / growing stronger day by day”)

Eyes Open - Taylor Swift (“yesterday we were just children / but now we’ve stepped into a cruel world”)

As Long As You Love Me - Backstreet Boys (“i don’t care who you are / what you did / as long as you love me”)

Human - Of Monsters and Men (“breathe in, breathe out / let the human in”)

Animal I Have Become - Three Days Grace (“so what if you can see / the darkest side of me?”)

I Want It That Way - Backstreet Boys (“but we are two worlds apart / can’t reach to your heart”)

Hoodie - Hey Violet (“i’m still rocking your hoodie / and chewing on the strings”)

Still Here - Digital Daggers (“every night i dream you’re still here”)

Skin and Bones - Ruelle (“when your love goes, i’m just skin and bones”)

Skeleton - Set It Off (“feeding on my happiness like i never deserved it at all / feeling like a pessimist when i just wanna laugh through it all”)

Forest Fires - Lauren Aquilina (“and whilst i keep my quiet, you’re running with the tigers / you’re running just to run from me”)

Unravel - Jonathan Young (“don’t come searching when i go missing / close your eyes or just try to look away”)

Unravel - The Unknown Songbird (“just who’s inside of me? / the monster pulling strings”)

Unravel - TK from Ling tonsite sigure (“please remember me as vividly as i was”)

Flight of the Crows - Jhariah (“let those old memories go / feed me to the crows, please”)

Wolves - Selena Gomez & Marshmello (“i’ve been running through the jungle, i’ve been crying with the wolves, just to get to you”) (“i’ve been down the darkest alleys, saw the dark side of the moon, to get to you”)

Halo - Starset (“and if you need me to / i will save you / send out the signal and i’ll fight on / if it means the death of me, i won’t let go / and if i’m lost in the world’s shadows / i’ll use the light that comes to me from your halo”)

Missing You - All Time Low (“make no mistake the day will come when you can't cover up what you've done / now don't lose your fight, kid / it only takes a little push to pull on through / with so much left to do, you'll be missing out, and we'll be missing you”)

Stay Alive - Andy Black (“i keep telling myself / i can take you from this God-forsaken place / stay alive for the good times”)

Die For You - Starset (“i know your eyes, i know inside / the walls you hide behind / and i saw the truth inside the real you / because i know you're lost when you run away / from the same black holes and black mistakes / taking all my will just to run alone / when are you coming home?”)

City of Angels - Em Beihold (“used to say ‘If you ever made it, I'd be the first call’ / and life would stay fairly the same / oh our friendship wouldn't change at all / but you busted, haven't talked in a year / i mistrusted, now it's all comin' clear / that you only think of yourself / may be loved, but you're lonely as hell, oh”)

From Me, The Moon - Lav (“Is the Moon still in love with the Sun? Do you still keep counting my sins? Will your heart ever forgive my skin?”)

I Should Call My Friends - Hey Violet (“I wish that I could see you now, maybe I'll reach out / all alone again, I should call my friends”)

Who I Am Hates Who I’ve Been - Relient K (“i don't want you to know where i am / ‘cuz then you'll see my heart / in the saddest state it's ever been”)

The High Road - Three Days Grace (“i’ll do whatever it takes / to be the mistake you can’t live without”)

Don’t Deserve You - Plumb (“you never give up, when I'm falling apart, your arms are always open wide / and you're quick to forgive, when I make a mistake”)

The Killing Kind - Marianas Trench (“the ghost in me was true / but you were haunted too / just didn’t see it all along”)

Another Way Out - Hollywood Undead (“there's no place you can hide 'cause i'm coming after you / i wish there was another way out for you”)

Picture Perfect - Escape The Fate (“you had to die / for me to see how to live”)

Arms Tonite - Mother Mother (“don’t you think it’s kinda cute / that i died right inside your arms tonight?”)

S/C/A/R/E/C/R/O/W - My Chemical Romance (“never mind about the shape i'm in / i'll keep you safe tonight”)

Dangerous Hope - Beth Crowley (“I feel the weight / of the secrets you're protecting / i'll keep them safe / if you let me / the rest of the world / fades into oblivion / ‘til there's only us / and all the scars we hid / completely disarmed / what if we could start again? / a dangerous hope / unfurls inside my chest / but it dies just as fast / cuz I know better than that”)

In The Name Of Love - Bebe Rexha & Martin Garrix (“when there’s madness, when there’s poison in your head / when the sadness leaves you broken in your bed / i will hold you in the depths of your despair“)

Don’t You Know - Jaymes Young (“put your lips to my scars and teach me to love”)

#tokyo ghoul #hidekane #hideyoshi nagachika #ken kaneki #tg #tg playlists

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