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sky-is-the-limit · 9 months

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(+18/NSFW prompt/AFAB reader x Philip Graves)

Disclaimer: I'm not a writer, if you are, feel free to continue this!!

Out of all CoD characters, I think the one with the biggest corruption/honorific kink would be Philip fucking Graves. He is possesive and though he's the most confident man in any room he steps in, he can't help but burn in jealousy if you give your attention to anyone but him.

Whether you work for him, with him or have nothing to do with his line of work, he'd have you on your knees, begging for him to touch you, begging his forgiveness for being such a dirty little slut who even dared to touch another man's shoulder while laughing at his stupid joke. As if he could make you laugh more than him, as if he could make you scream in pleasure the way he does.

He's the type of man to walk over with all the audacity in the world like he owns it, wrap his arm around your waist with the most menacing smirk on his face as he stares down the poor guy who even dared to approach you, watching him tense up, eyes not knowing where to look. He's observing this pathetic little man as he loses every ounce of flirtation in his body as Graves places a small kiss on your neck, sending shivers down your spine.

If there's one thing that gets him going, it's having authority over people. Stepping into a bar with you, all dressed up in his favourite tight dress, love marks decorating your neck from fucking you in his car earlier, watching men not dare to stare at you longer than two seconds because he's there. It fuels him.

You know damn well what's about to happen next. Some might call it toxic, deep down you know it is but you don't care. You love provoking him, watching his beautiful blue eyes darken, knowing exactly the two specific thoughts going through his mind:

1. Kill the fucking asshole 2. Fuck you so hard that you forget you even met him.

This doesn't surprise you, the tight grip on your waist, soft enough not to hurt you but firm so you know that reckless actions have consequences when dealing with Philip Graves. You know the type of man he is, his self awareness gave you plenty of chances to leave, to find someone your age, someone 'healthier' who could calm down your storms but no. You chose him again and again. Like a fiend desperately needing a dose of him, crawling back to him every single time and you'd have it no other way. You'd rather be faced down buried in a pillow, mascara running down your flustered cheeks mixed with salty tears, your throat burning from screaming that you can't even hear your own voice, just the wooden headboard banging against the wall while he slips in and out like a madman. Yeah, you'd rather have that than anyone else who'd treat you gently.

"You know what happens when you act like that, don't you?" His breath burning against your skin, his hand holding you close as he guides you outside to his car. The excitement caught up to your brain long before a proper response could, a sly smile forming on your lips as you turn your gaze up to look at him with an innocent facade you know he will see through.

"Yes." It won't be long until you give in, you know it. He always gets what he wants. Philip Graves is not a tease, he won't kiss your neck and play with the end of your dress, sweetly messing with you to get a proper answer, no, that's not him. He craves control, he wants to break you into a pathetic mess, slurring your words, legs trembling, making you cling onto him like you're wounded and he's the only thing that can heal you.

You don't even register how quick you went from touching the handle of the door to finding yourself against it, your back touching the cold window with both of your hands pinned to your sides. There's the look you wanted. His slight smirk doesn't fool you when his eyes are staring at you like that, full of determination, looking down into yours like he's one second away from fucking the audacity out of you in this parking lot.

"Now.. let's try that again, shall we?" Game on.

"Yes, 'Commander'?" the dismissive, sarcastic tone in your voice must've struck a nerve. You can see from the way his bottom lip twiches, his smirk disappearing but never breaking eye contact, not even to blink. With a swift move, he uses the firm grip he has on both of your wrists to turn you around, your chest and forehead now pressed against the glass so you can stare at the pathetic state of your reflection.

“I’m going to fucking ruin you, doll.”

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calypso707 · 6 months

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hey i adore your writing!

i was wondering how astarion would take care of his s/o who suffers from migraines and severe photosensitivity. my friends always call me a vampire because of it so i thought it’d be a funny dynamic 😆

this one is actually funny because i suffer from migraines as well, so here we are! I don't know if I'm proud of what I've written, but it was fun to do! enjoy! ❤

OS - Astarion x gn drow reader : Simple things.

Living on the surface had proved more complicated than the Underdark. Being born, growing up and spending a significant part of your life in the darkness had certainly had its advantages, but now that you were living on the surface, you realised just how different things were. Whether it was people's lifestyles or all those bright colours. So yes, there were bright colours in the Underdark, but they were often signs of danger, such as explosive mushrooms or plants releasing deadly spores.

You may have been used to the dark and could see in the night better than your companions, but constant exposure to the sun had its drawbacks. So, sure, it was nice to feel the light warming your skin, you could now appreciate things like the colour of the sky, listen to birdsong or even hear the sound of the wind, but your eyes still couldn't handle so much brightness. And on top of that, you had a tadpole in your skull that was not only making its own little nest but was also giving you migraines on a regular basis.

But you still tried to stay positive, because thanks to all the adventures you'd been through, however farfetched, you'd met your current companions, who had turned out to be loyal allies and faithful friends.

And above all, you had met Astarion.

A magnificient two-century-old vampire.

It was almost poetic, two beings of darkness who found themselves having to survive under the sun. So what was it between you two? It was a tricky question, but you cared about him as much as he cared about you, and knowing that was more than enough. Though, Astarion was handling the conditions and opportunities this adventure offered him better than you were. He had always loved sunbathing as soon as the first lights appeared. You enjoyed them too, but in small doses.

While you were enjoying a moment's respite from this chaotic and probably deadly mission, you had given yourselves a break and were strolling through the alleys of Baldur's Gate. Astarion was describing the things his former master, Cazador Szarr, had made him do, a certain bitterness in his voice. You tried to concentrate on what he was saying, but the sun was at its zenith, there were no clouds in the sky to dim its brightness and you felt as if your eyes were burning and your skull was splitting in two.

"Are you even listening when I am talking to you?", grumbled Astarion.

"Sorry… Can we take a short break?" you asked, using your hand to shade your eyes as you looked at him.

"My dear, are you sure that you are not a vampire?" said Astarion with a smirk.

"Hilarious" you sighed.

You took a few steps into the shadow under a stall on the main street leading to the Wyrm's Rock fortress. Astarion was looking at you with a slightly concerned expression; he seemed to be thinking.

"Hm.. I think I have an idea. Stay put." It was almost an order.

Before you could reply, he was heading off into "Carm's Garm" shop. You wondered what had gone through his mind. You decided to wait for him and you leaned against the stone wall behind you, watching the passers-by go about their business, carefree. You listened the trout seller shouting about how fresh his fish were and the wholesaler who was delighted with his harvest.

Long minutes passed, during which you examined everyone who passed in the street. You didn't hear Astarion come back, and you were startled when he cleared his throat once he was beside you. You looked at him and noticed that he was holding several hats under his arms. You tried to hide your smile but it was complicated.

"Let's see…" He put the pile of accessories at his feet and picked up a first hat and placed it on your head. It was a sort of pointy wizard's hat with hideous embroidery that went all the way around, and before you could even give your opinion, Astarion took it off, shaking his head and frowning. "Awful"

He then picked up a sort of adjustable steel helmet, and didn't even take the time to let you try it on before he tossed it aside, doing the same with a brightly coloured top hat. Finally, he took a simple brown hat with silver wings embroidered on the stiff leather and placed it on your head as gently as possible. The brim of the hat was wide enough to keep your face in the shade.

He stood back and examined you for a few seconds, his index finger resting on his chin: "Hm.. I think this one will do, darling. Of course, I still am the fashion icon of our group, but I can assure you you are not far from it now."

You readjusted your hat slightly and took a long look at him, biting your lower lip to hold back your smile. You were pleasantly surprised by his gesture and his words made you chuckle. Astarion moved closer to you and put his hands on your shoulders, pressing them lightly as you put yours against his chest.

"I am impressed, so you are able to do sweet things." you said.

"Sweet? What an idea" He grinned before tilting his head to the side, a thin smile on his lips. "It just should not be so unbearable to enjoy the simple things of life."

And he was right.

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thanks for reading this OS, i hope you liked it!

don't hesitate to read my other writings on Astarion! ❤

Astarion x gn druid tav : On your skin.

Astarion x gn tav : No place for love.

Astarion x gn tav : A thousand thanks.

Fiction - Astation x fem!tav bard : Fruit of The Poisonned Tree

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propertyofkylar · 1 month

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teasing your best friend kylar until she snaps <3

f!kylar x f!reader

cw: yandere nonsense - stalking, kidnapping, drugging. dubcon, victim blaming

word count: 2107

Getting to be your best friend was a gift. No, gift was too light of a word. It was the absolute honor of Kylar's life.

She could easily convince herself that life was alright as your best friend because she got to be by your side all of the time. Then, she could go home and work on her drawings of the two of you being in love and more.

But lately, it was getting to be too much. And it was entirely your fault. You knew what you were doing to Kylar. The too-short skirts. The unbuttoned shirts. The lingering touches and kisses to her cheek. Yes, it was all too much for Kylar.

Honestly, she figured she could handle it. But the fact was that there were still other people to worry about. Every time Kylar saw you smiling at someone else or placing a hand on their shoulder...Kylar thought she might explode from rage. Why would you even bother looking at anyone else when she was right there, willing and ready?

At this exact moment, Kylar was standing by the school entrance, watching you talk to someone. She couldn’t even see clearly who it was from the distance, but she knew she fucking hated it. She seethed as she watched you laugh and toss your hair back. What was wrong with you? Why were you even talking to someone other than Kylar?

It made her so angry. First of all, didn’t you know how bad people were? Kylar had tried so many times to warn you, but you always laughed it off and said you could handle it yourself. But clearly you couldn’t, Kylar thought as she reached into her bag and wrapped her small hand around one of her darts. Carefully hiding it in her fist, she took a deep breath in and ran up to you.

“H-hi!” Kylar said, trying to look casual. Her heart skipped a beat at the way you turned and smiled at her. She should be the only one to see you like this. “Um. I-it looks like it’s going to rain...can I walk you home?”

“Yeah, sure,” you gave Kylar a pat on the head as you spoke, which made her blush. “See ya at home, Robin.”

She took your empty hand in hers and the two of you began walking together. “What’s up with you?” You said to her teasingly. Kylar’s grip on her dart tightened. “You seem nervous. Am I that hot today?” You bumped your hip against Kylar’s.

Kylar didn’t answer, just took in a sharp breath. Your smile faltered. “Seriously, Ky. You good? You look kinda off…”

“’m fine,” Kylar muttered.

You frowned, but didn’t push the matter. “Okay…”

Kylar’s eyes darted around as she walked with you, growing further away from everyone else. When you were getting close to her place, she stopped suddenly.

“What’s up, Kylar?”

She bit her lip and pulled her hand away from yours to point behind you. “What is that thing? Do you see that?”

“Hm?” You spun around, and Kylar’s heartbeat quickened. You took the bait! “What are you--ow!” Your words were cut off as Kylar stuck the dart into your neck, and you wavered a minute before starting to fall. She grabbed you and pressed a soft kiss to the top of your head.

“I’m sorry,” Kylar whispered. “But it had to be this way.”

Kylar softly stroked your hair as she sat in your lap. She had watched you in your sleep plenty of times before - during sleepovers and otherwise - but getting to snuggle up to do while doing so felt like a treat. And when you started to stir, a rush of excitement ran through her body.

“Mm?” You blinked groggily and started to look around. Kylar had given you a very strong dose of her homemade sedative, so she wasn’t surprised at this reaction. “What am I...huh? What's happening...?” You tried to move, but were unable to. Kylar had made sure to tie you to the chair extra tightly.

“My love is awake!” Kylar said gleefully, unable to stop herself from clapping her hands together in joy. She buried her face in your neck and smiled against your skin. “I am so happy right now.”

“What...?” Clearly you weren’t getting it. “Kylar, what's going on?”

Kylar pulled back to look in your eyes, which were...filled with fear, for some reason. She frowned slightly. “Sorry. I had to make sure you wouldn't go anywhere. And now you're here and all mine!”

You blinked slowly. “You...did this to me?”

Kylar sighed. She figured it might take you a bit to get used to it. “I had to, my love! You wouldn’t listen to me about the world being bad. And you…” she felt angry just thinking about it. “You were being mean! You were teasing me and flirting with me and I…” Kylar shook her head. “This is what’s right. This is what’s meant to be! Just the two of us together.” She sighed happily and leaned her head on your shoulder.

“Kylar…” she sat up eagerly, anticipating what you had to say. “Man, what the fuck?!”

Kylar felt like her heart shattered. Didn’t you want this too? Isn’t that what you had meant with the teasing?

“I mean, seriously. What the fuck!” You continued. “What am I supposed to do here? You tied me up. Just…what the hell?”

Kylar clenched her fists, feeling anger rise in her, replacing the devastation she had been feeling moments ago. What did she do wrong? No, no. It was the rest of the world that was the problem. The two of you were literally meant to be. Kylar was sure of it. She inhaled sharply and pulled away from you, standing up. You didn’t get it. Clearly, you just didn’t. She had to make sure you understood.

“No…” Kylar mumbled, shaking her head. “This isn’t how it’s supposed to work. It’s not.”

“Can—” your voice was hesitant. You could sense Kylar’s instability. “Can you let me go, Ky? And maybe we can talk about this?”

“No!” Kylar snapped. “No! We don’t need to talk. It’s just the two of us, okay? This is how it’s supposed to be! You don’t get it. That’s okay, my love!” She lit up with a crazed grin. “I can make you get it!”

Kylar bent over your body, digging her nails into your thighs, as she leaned in and kissed you. You tasted just as sweet as she had always imagined. She would have probably enjoyed it more if you had been a little more willing, but she was okay with waiting until you got to that point. Kylar pulled away slightly with a happy sigh. “My first kiss…” she whispered, before leaning back in and kissing you again.

Your lips were soft and unmoving. You weren’t fighting back, thankfully, but you weren’t exactly participating. Kylar moved one hand from your thigh to grip your jaw, shoving her tongue into your mouth. And when your tongue brushed against hers, she felt you shudder.

Kylar squirmed as she kissed you again and again. She had wanted this for so long, and now she had you completely alone.

With a giggle, she pulled back to unbutton your school shirt. She tugged the front aside and reached a hand to squeeze your tit. “You’re so pretty,” Kylar mumbled as she pinched your nipple. You yelped, and it made Kylar giggle more.

“You didn’t even wear a bra! Naughty,” Kylar grinned. “Don’t worry. You can touch mine, too.” She quickly unbuttoned her own shirt and pulled her bra off before glancing back down at where your hands were tied. “Oh. Maybe not this time. I don’t know if you’ll run away or not…next time you can touch me!”

Kylar continued kissing you, pressing her lips against yours but also all over your face and neck. She was breathing heavily and she knew that no matter how you tried not to show it, you were feeling the same.

“Relax, my love,” Kylar mumbled before licking your neck and biting down. You squeaked. “I love you! I know what you need!”

She kissed your mouth some more but managed to pull herself away. The whimper you let out at the separation made Kylar’s heart flutter. But she had bigger plans than just kissing.

Kylar stood up and took a step back before dropping to her knees. Heart racing with excitement. She flipped the front of your skirt up and the sight made her gasp.

“No panties, either!” She grinned up at you, taking in the shy blush creeping up your face. “You really do want me. I knew it. Don’t worry,” Kylar cooed, sliding her hands up your thighs towards your wet, glistening folds. “It’ll feel good.”

She looked up at you again. You were squirming and breathing heavily. A pang of sympathy rolled through Kylar - it must be pretty uncomfortable to have your wrists and ankles tied up like that while Kylar was about to pleasure you. But she shook off that thought. She wouldn’t have had to tie you up if you hadn’t teased her so much. You deserved this, she reminded herself. It was an unfortunately necessary punishment.

Kylar bit your inner thigh and felt the muscles clench around her head. She wanted to savor this feeling. Then, feeling so excited that she might burst, she licked your wet cunt.

“So sweet,” she mumbled as she licked again and again, feeling you tremble. Kylar braced herself with one hand on your thigh and with the other, slid two fingers into your hole.

“Kylar,” you whined, and hearing you sound like that was immediately the best thing Kylar had ever heard. She was determined to draw that sound out of you as many times as she could.

She wanted to remember everything about this moment. Ideally, of course, the two of you would end up doing this over and over for the rest of your happy lives. But this moment was special. It was your first time together. So Kylar took in everything. The way you tasted. The way your thigh muscles clenched with every stroke of her tongue. The feel of your fluids on her face. The sound of your fingernails scratching against the arms of the chair. It was all beautiful and perfect to Kylar.

She looked up at you through her lashes and the two of you made eye contact. You looked beautiful with your hair falling around your face. Your cheeks were red and there was a look in your eyes Kylar had never seen before. Desire.

With renewed vigor, Kylar used her tongue to spell her name against your pussy, flicking your clit every few seconds and humming happily at the moans that fell out of your mouth nonstop. Maybe by writing her name on you, it would subconsciously remind you that Kylar was all you would ever need.

“K-Kylar,” you gasped. “I’m gonna…”

That was all Kylar needed to hear. She gripped your thighs with her hands as you bucked against her face, riding out your orgasm. Kylar eagerly lapped up every last bit of fluid that came out of you. And when you were finally spent, breathing heavily, Kylar pulled away and grinned up at your, her face sticky with your cum.

She almost went back in for more, wanting to make you cum again and again until you forgot about the rest of the world. But when she took in your heavily-lidded eyes and rising chest, she paused. Your post-orgasmic bliss was the most gorgeous thing she had ever seen.

Kylar clambered up and plopped herself into your lap, throwing her arms around your neck. “I love you,” she smiled, putting her head back onto your shoulder.

You were quiet at first, but then cleared your throat. “That was, um,” you began. “That was your first time doing that. Right?”

Kylar nodded quickly. “Did I do okay?” She suddenly felt anxious. She wanted to make you happy. She hadn’t considered that her lack of experience could impact that.

Instead, you blushed again, turning away shyly. “Yeah. It was really good.”

Kylar’s joy came back and she couldn’t help but let out a squeal.

“It’s because we’re perfect together,” Kylar smiled, pressing kisses to your cheek. “We were meant to be. We don’t need anybody else. Just each other. Isn’t that great!”

Kylar giggled more as she continued kissing you, her hands roaming your body. You didn’t respond, but you didn’t need to. Kylar knew you wouldn’t be going anywhere any time soon.

#your honor she's literally just a girl. she did nothing wrong #degrees of lewdity #dol #kylar the loner #dol kylar #writing #kylar x reader #dolgl #<- hello just saw this tag and wanted to join in. hope u guys like #cw yandere #cw drugging #cw kidnapping #cw stalking

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ahhhwomen · 10 months

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Not A Toy?

Trigger Happy AU

Part 3

Pairing: Dark!Wanda Maximoff x Fem!Reader

A/N: Ik ik, everything has been written in very excruciating detail so far, this one being no exception, but I promise I'm going to up the speed and intensity very soon. Also, I am sorry if this one is a bit rushed, I just wanted to get it out there. Def not my favorite chapter...

Disclaimer: English is not my first language; all mistakes are my own.

AU Warnings: Kidnapping, murder, Mommy kink, smut, pet play, death (not main characters), framed murder, violence, drugging, angst, obsession, dub-con/rape-con | Minors DNI 18+

Warnings Part 3: Mommy kink, stalker Wanda, kidnapping (?), slightly stupid reader

Summary: Maybe you are more to Wanda than just a Toy.

Word Count: 1157

Your apartment had never been the best. When you moved in, months prior, that much became apparent. It was filthy, small, and there were large gaps between some of the floorboards. However, money was tight after you were cut off from your family, and the neighborhood wasn’t the worst. So, you took what you could.

You had lived there for all of 2 weeks before you got a roommate. In those 2 weeks, you tried to make it more pleasant and feel more like home. You got a carpet to hide the large gaps, you moved the furniture to make it feel like more space, and you deep cleaned.

As you came to learn, Jessica didn’t care much for that sort of stuff. Between college, working a part-time job, having a boyfriend, and loving parties, Jessica was barely even there. She had never bothered to do much around the apartment, she never cleaned, and never took any interest in changing things around.

It's therefore safe to say you are a bit confused as you take in the scene in front of you.

Why is your coach upside down?

You have no clue how you didn’t see it until now. It wasn’t like you, you had always praised yourself on your observation skills.

That damn policewoman was doing a number on you.

You are just about to pull your phone out when you hear a creak, another issue with the floorboards. The sound came from Jessica's room.

Your apartment has felt off ever since you came home, but now it feels like you are somewhere else entirely. Suddenly everything was colder, and your skin prickles with chills.

Your feet slowly inch closer to Jessica's door, trying to stay silent, and your hands push gently on the handle. Sweat runs down your back and you hold your breath, the tension is heavy in the air. With the handle down, you being to put a slight weight into the door. The door creaks open to reveal….

Nothing.

Your eyes scan the room, everything the same as when you left this morning. You let out a shaky breath, relieved, you close the door again.

You remind yourself to send a quick text to your roommate about the furniture rearrangement before you walk back to the bathroom.

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Wanda bites back a groan as the door presses lightly against her. She can hear your hands shaking against the handle.

She had meant to get out before you came home, but you turn out to be a fast walker.

After her work was done for the day Wanda had spent a substantial amount of time tracking this roommate of yours. She was a busy girl. She worked at a local diner most of the week but had Mondays and Wednesdays off. She hung out with her boyfriend, that lived 2 blocks away, almost every day. She took a liking to people, always having to be around someone. She seemed to be your complete opposite.

By what intel Wanda gathered, you were a quiet girl, who liked to keep to yourself. You were sweet and always willing to help, but large groups of people made you uncomfortable.

You were perfect. Well-mannered, sweet, lonely. A good girl.

Hers.

Wanda is good at hiding her less savory side. Obsessive behavior never looked good on paper. She had only ever allowed herself to indulge in smaller doses. However, Wanda couldn’t just fuck this urge out with a random pretty girl she picked up like she was used to.

No.

Wanda needed you.

She needs to have you, nurse you, fuck you. She needs to hold you, have you wrapped around her like the little kitten you are. Hers, and only hers.

She just needed to push you a little.

So, she did what anyone would do, and began staging her crime scene.

Your apartment wasn’t exactly big, so how would a big fight play out in such a small space? Wanda was testing your living room when she heard your keys jingle in the hallway.

“I’m home!”

Wanda smiled a little.

You must have been so sleepy. There was a little crack in the door Wanda could look at you through, and you walked right passed the flipped coach and started getting your dinner ready. Wanda had to hold back a disapproving sigh as you picked up a microwavable dinner.

You were a growing girl who requires proper sustenance. Not, whatever was in those plastic tubs.

As the timer on the microwave counted down, you looked lost in thought. Wanda wondered what you were thinking about as your teeth sank into your lip, your scrunched-up nose indicating you were worried. Wanda's hands griped the door, if something was bothering her girl, it bothered Wanda.

Luckily you snapped out of it rather fast and got to eating.

You occur to be quite the messy eater. It was adorable the way you would huff in annoyance as the table became smothered in your mess.

Wanda made a mental note to always feed you on a mat. She didn’t want her floors to be stained like your table was.

You stood up.

Wanda couldn’t get a proper view of the bathroom from where she stood. She had intended on moving just a little bit to the left when her foot hit a loose tile.

Shit!

Wanda could hear you try to sneak over to the door, and she saw the handle slowly move downwards. If she made even the tiniest of noises Wanda knew the gig would be over. She pressed herself into the wall and held her breath.

You paused for a second when the door was almost all the way open. Wanda could hear you sigh. Then close the door again.

You make your way back to the bathroom.

Wanda stands there baffled for a second before sneaking out when she picks up the water running.

Who doesn’t open the door all the way when they think an intruder is in the house?

You just have to be happy it was only Wanda.

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“SOMEONE PLEASE!” The filth sobs as her voice echoes back to her.

Wanda smirks.

Don’t worry, it will all be over very soon.

#mommy!wanda #dark!wanda maximoff #wanda maximoff x reader #dark!wanda x reader #ahhhwomen

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yandere-daydreams · 2 years

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Title: Cornered on Both Sides.

Commissioned by the very lovely @letstalktea.

Pairing: Yandere!Tweels x Reader (TWST).

Word Count: 3.0k.

TW: A/B/O Dynamics, Aged-Up Characters, Marking/Biting, Possessive Behavior, Non-Consensual Touching, and Isolation.

The worst thing about being with the Leech twins was absolutely, without a doubt in your mind, that someone had been cruel enough to make two of them.

That was it, really, even if you were willing to admit that it was a little redundant to be disappointed that twins happened to come in pairs. You didn’t like being around either one of them, but you could handle Floyd and Jade in small doses, nights spent in the backrooms of dark restaurants with Jade and Floyd’s hour-long temper tantrums and fuck, even the tense, slow minutes it took for them to trade-off, for Floyd to whine and grumble as he drops you off at one of Jade’s favorite, underground lounges or for Jade to smile and nip the corner of your jaw before he shoves you into Floyd’s open arms. You could handle that. You didn't like it - there wasn't a single part of your current ‘relationship’ that you can honestly say you enjoyed – but you could handle it. You could deal with it. You knew how to deal with them, individually.

But, when they were together? When Jade had to keep up his oh-so-cold, oh-so-cruel reputation? When Floyd had someone to bounce his sadism of off who wasn't the soft, vulnerable thing he’d chosen to inflict it onto? When you disn't have one selfish, possessive alpha to keep happy and docile, but two?

You… weren’t as good at that, even if you knew you really, really ought to be, by now.

Already, you were starting to curse yourself out, to dig your nails into your palms and grit your teeth as you wondered what you’d ever done to deserve the situation you were currently in. You hadn’t expected them to be home so early, to come back to the penthouse they seemed less-than-content to share. You weren’t sure who it really belonged to, or why they bothered living together at all (save for the fact that it meant they’d have easier access to you, of course, but you didn’t want to think of the relationship you had with them as something real enough have such an influence on their lives), but it was where they’d brought you the night you’d met them, where Jade had so politely asked you to sit pretty and stay when neither one of them had time to wear you on their arms. You weren’t sure what happened to your old apartment, if they’d ever actually done something with it. It might still be there, untouched and rotting, months of rent left unpaid and your former landlord ‘convinced’ not to care. You didn’t want to know, if was.

You were drawn out of your thoughts by a long, airy groan, a body so much bigger than yours collapsing beside you, stringing long arms over the back of the leather couch and letting his legs fall open – utterly unbothered, utterly thoughtless. “Cuttlefish’s being so quiet,” He droned, and you knew it was Floyd before you looked up. Jade would never come to you like this, not when he knew he could bide his time and force you to go to him. “Is it ‘cause you know you did something bad?”

“I’m not—” You cut yourself off, biting down on the side of your tongue. No one ever said you couldn’t leave on your own, and you hadn’t made it very far – just to the building’s lobby. Floyd had caught you at the main door, clicking his tongue and throwing you over his shoulder despite your hushed, whispered pleas not to make a scene. Jade had only reappeared once you’d made it back to the penthouse, his smile tight and his eyes void of all light. He hadn’t said anything to you, opting not to waste any time before dragging Floyd into another room for a private conversation, but you knew he was mad. He had to be. It’d be a miracle if he wasn’t planning to skin you alive, if not worse.

“I haven’t done anything wrong,” You mumbled, too defensive, too guilty. “I didn’t get to do anything.”

He threw his head back, letting out a deep, melodic laugh. You grimaced, shrunk into yourself, but he was quick to correct you, to snake an arm around your waist and drag you into his side. You tried to turn away, to twist yourself out of his hold, but he only caught your chin, tilting your head back and driving his thumb into your jaw until you knew better than to look at anything that wasn't him. Even then, he took a second to let you go; a long, languid grin stretching at the corners of his lips as his hand drifted from your jaw to the nape of your neck, pulling you closer until your cheek was pressed against his chest and he could tower over you properly. “Cuttlefish’s mad tonight, too,” He drawled, amusement heavy in his voice. “Jade’s gonna be angry, but I don’t really mind that you tried to run away. It’d be sorta fun to chase you around for a while – y’know, like most alphas get to with their pretty little omegas.”

“That’s an awful joke,” You muttered, planting your hands on his shoulders in a weak, admittedly half-hearted effort to push him away. This close, you couldn’t do anything to block out his pheromones – waves of woody cedar and sea salt rolling off of him in waves. His scent was identical to his brother’s, but there were undertones to it that Jade lacked, notes of freshly dyed leather and sharp, metallic copper. It had a way of getting under your skin, glazing over your thoughts and making everything that much harder than it would’ve been, if they were kind enough to give you room to breathe. It would’ve been worse if you were actually mated, if they’d had a chance to mark as theirs so officially, but luckily, they were too petty and too possessive to decide which one of them would get to drive their fangs into your neck, and you'd been able to avoid provoking either one of them, so far. It was one of the only benefits of having the attention of two unwanted alphas, rather than one. Sometimes, they were too busy starting fights with each other to actually pay attention to you. “I… I really don’t want to do this, right now. Can you just—”

A hand at your side, a sharp tug to your midriff. He didn’t let you finish, didn’t give you a chance to protest before dragging you into his lap. He buried his face in the crook of your neck, taking long seconds to inhale your scent, to ghost the pointed tips of his teeth over your throat and soak in the way your breath hitched, how quickly you went rigid in his arms. It was more fear than excitement, but Floyd couldn't seem to tell the difference, only laughing as his chin came to rest on the dip of your shoulder. “I wanna try it. Maybe when Jade’s distracted, or next time we’re alone together. We’ll sneak off for a while, find somewhere nice and dark where I can—”

“That’s enough, Floyd.”

Immediately, your heart went still in your chest, and every ounce of warmth drained out of you in an instant. The terror was sudden, fresh, as vivid as it was sickening, but any shock you might’ve felt was distant, too familiar to really catch you off-guard.

You knew you’d have to deal with Jade, eventually.

Honestly, you could only be thankful you’d managed to put it off for this long.

He must’ve been at work - whatever ‘work’ was. You didn’t know what he did, but you recognized the ash-grey suit he was wearing, the way he’d slicked his hair back, the expression he wore when he was getting ready to deal with one of the unruly, uncooperative clients he’d tell you about in little, murmured nothings when you were curled up in his bed, vulnerable and exposed. His lips were pursed, his eyes vaguely narrowed, more annoyed than anything else. Still, that was enough. He wasn’t like Floyd. You weren’t supposed to know when he felt irritated, or pleased, or nothing at all. The fact that you could tell something, anything about his mood was damning, all on its own.

He didn’t say anything, just settling into place next to his brother, crossing his legs and casting you a vague, blank look. You melted into Floyd, absent-mindedly clutching at his shirt, but that wasn’t enough to save you – with a flick of Jade’s wrist, Floyd was groaning, shoving you off of his lap and into the cramped, non-existent space between them. You did what you could to go stiff, to make yourself as small and as unassuming as possible, but your leg pressed against Jade’s and Floyd’s arm was still wrapped around your waist, his finger drumming idly against your hip. You tried to shift, to get as far from them as you were able to, but Jade’s hand came to rest on your thigh and you froze, bowing your head and shutting your eyes. You could take risks with Floyd. You knew him, trusted that he’d do whatever he wanted to regardless of how you spoke or behaved. Jade wouldn’t be so satisfied with your indifference.

“Darling,” He started, his tone as flat and as cold as his stare. “Floyd tells me that you’ve had quite the day.”

You really meant to say something that’d help you. Something smart, or apologetic, or pathetic enough to prove you couldn’t get away from them, even if you genuinely tried. But, as soon as you opened your mouth, you faltered, cracked, and what spilled out was beyond your control. “Y-you never said I couldn’t leave,” You managed, and then, before you could think better of it, “I just wanted to go outside, and nobody was home, and I was going to come back, I just—”

“And, you tried to leave. Without telling either of us beforehand, at that.” Blunt nails dug into your thigh, a tight smile spreading across his lips. “That should be enough on its own.”

You started to say something, then stopped, biting down on the inside of your cheek. “I’m sorry.”

He sighed – the breathy, labored kind of sigh, like it took all the strength in the world to watch you curl into yourself beside him. Floyd, for his part, didn’t go to such lengths to hide his delight, humming softly as he leaned into you, nuzzling into your neck. “I don’t think cuttlefish meant to get into trouble.” It was benign, on the surface, but you doubted Floyd was consciously coming to your defense. For whatever reason, the grin pressing into your throat did little to inspire any hope that he’d chosen to actually help you, for once. “All that shakin’ and screamin’… You should’ve seen it, Jade. I don’t think I’ve ever seen anyone so scared.”

“It’s not that they're in trouble,” Jade corrected, mercifully choosing to ignore the rest of Floyd’s description. His eyes flickered to his brother before falling back to you, a hand coming up to cup your cheek. He didn’t have to draw blood or drag you into place – it was enough to still feel his eyes boring into you, to see the way his smile quirked as you allowed him to tilt your head back, to force you to meet his steady gaze. Floyd, never one to share his brother’s patience, tightened his hold around you, jerking you backward and into his chest, until your legs had been pulled onto the couch’s seats and you were facing Jade entirely. He hesitated, but nodded approvingly, seemingly satisfied to have your full attention. “You know what you are, don’t you?”

You swallowed, dryly. He’d asked you the same question a thousand times, and he always expected the same answer. “An omega.”

“And you know how dangerous it is for someone like you to be out there, all alone, totally unprotected, right?”

“I wasn’t going to talk to anyone.” It was only dangerous because of alphas like them, but saying as much out loud would only earn you a harsher punishment, a few weeks stripped of all the meager freedoms you’d been allowed to hold onto. “I didn’t even really make it outside. I was just—”

“And you know what we’d have to do if we found out someone tried to hurt you?”

Something very sharp and very slow began to crawl up your throat. “I know, Jade.”

“Perfect. Then, you have to know how much we’re willing to do to keep you safe, too.” He squeezed your chin playfully, his smile taking on a teasing lull. “You’re our precious omega, and there are so, so many alphas out there who’d absolutely love to take a bite out of you. I can’t imagine what Floyd and I would do if you got hurt because we weren’t there to protect you.”

His voice was softened, calmed into something too soothing and too measured not to send a cold bolt of dread down the length of your spine. None of it was true, obviously. If either of them really wanted to ‘protect’ you, Floyd wouldn’t leave your lips bruised when he kissed you, Jade wouldn’t speak so fondly of wrapping a collar around your neck and locking you in some tiny, dark cage that only he had the key to. It wasn’t true, but that didn’t matter, not when Jade was staring you down and Floyd was starting to lose interest in your conversation - finding more entertainment in the lingering, open-mouthed kisses he was pressing into the side of your neck. Unnervingly close to where your mating mark would’ve been, if you had one.

“I… I understand.” Jade’s stare grew easier, his smile taking on a more genuine air, and you let yourself relax. This might be all he wanted. You, humiliated and reminded of your place beneath him, but otherwise unharmed. It wasn’t what you wanted, but it was preferable compared to what you knew Jade could do to you, if he felt you deserved it. “Thanks for looking out for me. I won’t be so reckless again.”

You felt Floyd’s grin sharpen. He pulled back, just far enough to nip at the corner of your jaw, and Jade leaned towards you, cupping your face, holding you in place as his lips brushed against your forehead. “Oh, dear,” He muttered, half under his breath. “You won’t, because we aren’t going to let you.”

You laughed, the noise tentative and stilted. Floyd chuckled, but Jade’s smile only widened. “But, I’m already not allowed to—”

“Clearly, we’ve been too lenient.” He barely even acknowledged you, drawing back and pushing himself to his feet. You tried to follow him, to get up and ask him what you meant, but Floyd was already on top of you, already shoving you onto your chest with all the effort it would've taken him to pluck a petal off of a flower or crush an insect under his heel. In a fraction of a second, he was straddling your thighs, his teeth tearing into the dip of your shoulder as his hands slipped under the hem of your shirt. You cried out, but the sound was muffled by leather and fabric, and neither twin seemed to mind, to bat an eye at any indication of your pain. You weren’t sure why you thought they would.

It wasn't like they’d never hesitated to hurt you, before.

It was a small mercy that Floyd’s attention was such a fickle thing, that he was so quick to draw back, to lap over the open wound as blood began to pool above your torn skin. “I’m afraid it’d just be too dangerous to let you continue on unclaimed,” He went on, faux-sympathy, heavy in his voice. “For the sake of your comfort, we’ve been trying to hold ourselves back, but I’m afraid you’ve made that impossible.”

Lies, Lies, lies. “B-but, I didn’t do any—”

“Cuttlefish tastes so sweet,” Floyd purred, barely lifting his head high enough to speak. He was grinding against you, now, totally unbothered, totally unconcerned. Somehow, that hurt more than Jade’s betrayal, than the awareness of what they planned to do to you. Floyd wasn’t supposed to be this invasive, this controlling. Floyd was supposed to care about you – or, that’s what you’d managed to convince yourself, at least. “Gonna be even sweeter as a real omega, too," And then, as if it'd just occurred to him, "With a proper heat and everything.”

You grit your teeth, forced yourself to jerk towards Jade. “So what?” You spat, no longer trying to clip your words or watch your tone. It wasn’t like they could do anything worse to you. “You’re just— You’re just going to stand there and to let him mark me?"

“Today, he will. And in a few months, when it begins to fade, I’ll have my time with you. Floyd was a little put-off at first, but he came around to the idea after I offered him the first turn.” He squared his shoulders, lowering himself onto one knee in front of you. His hand found its way back to your face, the pad of his thumb running along your lower lip, and something came over his expression – a look that wasn’t totally unlike the kind of quiet, tempered affection you knew he couldn’t be capable of. “You should count yourself lucky. My brother and I aren’t especially good at sharing, but we’re willing to make an exception for you. That’s sweet of us, isn’t it?”

You opened your mouth, ready to curse him out, to scream, but anything you might’ve said was drowned out by a cracked whimper as Floyd bit into your shoulder, again, then the nape of your neck, missing your mating-glands by a hair's width. He was playing with you, marking you – albeit, not the way he would, in a few minutes. You went stiff, unresponsive, but it didn’t help. Nothing would’ve helped, at that point.

“We’re doing this for your own good,” Jade mumbled, despite the excitement tracing at the edges of his tone, despite the awful, darkened glint now shining brightly and unabashedly in his eyes. “It’ll hurt, but just try to remember that. We’re only doing this because we love you.”

You could only close your eyes, grit your teeth, and wonder what you’d ever done to deserve to be trapped between them.

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If requests are still open may I please ask for a crumb of yandere papa scarecrow/crane from the dark knight series with a darling who’s like deathly anaemic 😳👉👈💐

A/N: This took me like a year oh God I'm so sorry anon if ur still out there this one for you babes NOT EDITED OR SPELL CHECKED LMAO

TW'S: YANDERE, SCARECROW IS HIS OWN WARNING LMAO, HE THINKS HES SMARTER THAN YOU, DRUGGING

Yanpapa Scarecrow is a menace to everyone but his baby, sure he doses you with fear toxin, but not for his usual goulish reasons!! He genuinely thinks he's helping you in the long run, the moment he realizes his attachment to you, and two things happen.

He feels an overwhelming gut punch of feelings he thought himself long incapable of, concern for another humans wellbeing, fear? For their safety? It was nauseating and exhilarating all at once.

He both loathes and loves how you scramble his mind, of course he has to take you home the first chance he gets, it's the only way to truly keep you safe, because ignoring the fact that you're a fully capable adult completely unrelated to the mad doctor, once he decided it, you were his, and comparing the two of your minds made you basically a toddler to him.

He felt like he was doing you a favor by stealthily breaking into your home, hiding in the shadows of your once safe apartment, tainting the air with his foreboding aura, even though you didn't see him, you felt him. Eyes suspicious as you checked behind your shoulders, the almost childish way you left the lights on, hesitant to be in the dark for some reason, until you had to rest no matter the chills up your spine, you turn off the lights and all but sprint to bed, your chest pounding so hard it's all you could hear.

He's breathing heavily, slowly as he watches you in your natural habitat, his eyes never leaving you as you clutch your blanket closer to your stiff body.

He knows you know somethings wrong. He loves how this feels and before you can open your eyes to face the monster in your room, he's injecting something in your neck with surgical precision, the drug forces your eyes to remain shut, a dreamless slumber, it was a small kindness he could offer you before he began 'fixing you', it would be hard, but he knew you could make it through, you were his kid after all.

He lifts you with ease, taking care to handle you with an uncharacteristic softness. He brushes a stray lock of your hair from your face as he stares down at your peaceful, slumbering face.

"Don't worry, you'll be fearless soon, nothing will ever hurt you again."

Once the two of you settle in a routine, one where he let you out of the terrifying, dark, dank, lab he'd been desensitizing you in, you fell into an oddly comfortable if not occasionally tense relationship.

He's ontop of your health like nobodys buisness, makes you take your medicine on schedule no matter what he's doing at the time, if he feels like you won't on your own he will pause mid torture of some poor soul just to send you a text, "Remember your medicine dove! I will bring home dinner." He says smiling to himself before continuing his torture, his mind half on his research and half on what you'd like to eat.

If you never try to leave him he is surprisingly wholsesome, has absolutly stopped a rouges meeting to answer your call, gases anyone who even thinks of clowining him for it, you two have father daughter bonding days where he has you as his lil assistant, proud of everything you do.

"Go ahead and press the plunger down now darling, don't mind the screaming, it means you're doing well! :) " All and all a great platonic Yandere father figure to have as far as sadistic psychos in Gotham go 🎃🧡🖤

#yananswers #anon submission #yandere #yandere x reader #yandere DC #yandere dc x reader #yandere scarecrow #platonic yandere #platonic yandere scarecrow #yandere scarecrow x reader #sorry this took FOREVER OMFG #yandere x y/n #yandere dc imagine #yandere Jonathan Crane

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silent-stories · 1 year

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𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐀𝐇𝐔𝐈𝐙𝐎𝐓𝐋 - 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝟓

Summary: When Y/N needs help on a hunt, she doesn't expect Bobby to send Dean Winchester to her. Now the two must work together to solve the case and Dean has to deal with Y/N's sarcastic and biting personality, that maybe he likes a little too much.

Pairing: Dean × F!Reader

Warnings: blood, spn level violence

Word count: 2625

Series

They got into the Impala with the intention of thinking up a plan for the hunt and following it as meticulously as possible: they had to speed things up.

“We should arrive early in the morning. Unless we're stopping to—” but when she saw Dean shaking his head, she dismissed that option. “Okay, no extra stops. Not even for breakfast?” She tried again, she couldn't stay awake and active without her black coffee every time she got out of bed.

"How can you live this life?" Asked the man sitting in the backseat of the car with a shattered face.

Good question.

"Everyone makes their own choices, right?" Y/N said, partly because she didn't know how to answer in any other way and partly to silence him once and for all with an allusion to his private life. Which worked perfectly as hoped.

"So" The girl started again speaking to Dean "We get to Toledo, prepare the weapons, wait for the sun to go down, leave the "fish food" near the lake, we wait for the creature to show up, we blind it with a light that we place exactly on Michael and we slow it down and then we slice it.”

It sounded very simple from how she described it but they both knew it wasn't going to be easy at all, especially to Michael, the one who played the more dangerous role.

Dean nodded, it was their last chance to kill the monster.

"Are you ready?" He asked with a smirk at Michael "Do you need to take a chamomile tea before starting?"

Y/N laughed glancing at the man in the back seat who pretended not to hear the question and turned to the window as if the scenery suddenly became incredibly interesting.

They arrived in Toledo twelve hours later, in the late afternoon. Y/N got the chance to drink hrr daily dose of coffee, while Dean to gobble down a double bacon burger.

"If's vefy goof" he commented with his mouth full, after inserting the last piece in his mouth.

Dean, Y/N and Michael were still aboard the Impala. The two hunters were rather calm in spite of everything, while their bait seemed more and more out of his mind.

“No, no, no. I... I-I can't do that. I just can't!"

"Hey! Calf down!' muttered Dean as he chewed. "Eferything's goffa be just fine."

«HOW DO YOU KNOW THAT, MH?!»

"Because we've faced situations like this before, and we know how to handle it," Y/N replied.

"Of course, you are not the ones who risk being eaten by that fucking thing!" Michael defended his theory, looking around as if feeling a sudden sense of claustrophobia.

“We can't do this without you, Michael. You're the only partner left, and everyone who works on this project—or who will work on it—is in danger,” he observed, tossing the burger wrap across the backseat as if Michael wasn't even there. “Even if you get out of this situation, someone else will work on that project and history will repeat itself.”

Dean was righ and the two hunters would have to deal with that later, anyway.

“Okay. Okay, I'll do it." Michael said even though he seemed about to cry.

"This is the right spirit!" exclaimed Dean enthusiastically, giving Y/N a small smile, which she returned with some satisfaction.

They waited for the sky to darken before reaching the lake: they needed the penumbra for the creature to come out into the open. Dean repeated several times to Michael that they would be there, close to him, ready to help him. Y/N just patted him on the shoulder.

When he got off the Impala, Dean and Y/N looked at each other, hoping the plan would proceed as planned. Then they took their weapons: guns with silver bullets for both, for Dean an ax and for Y/N a sharp blade.

"And with this we'll blind that son of a bitch," said Dean, taking the flashlight from the trunk before closing it and walking towards the trees in the grove nearby.

The location they chose wasn't the best but it was the most adequate: they had to hide in some way.

Not very far from the lake, camouflaged with the environment thanks to that slight darkness, Y/N and Dean were waiting with their eyes half closed in two slits to be able to see through the trees of that place.

"Do you think that flashlight will be enough to stop it?" She asked dubiously, looking down at the object in Dean's hands.

“It lives in the depths, right? There is hardly any light there, so I guess so.”

"You guess so?"

“It will work.” And this was strangely enough to give her the confidence she was looking for.

"Okay, so as soon as we see something moving in the water we go into action," she said, distracting herself only for a moment to be able get her binoculars from her jacket pocket. It was useful for sightings.

«And we have to make sure that it doesn't go back into the water, it has an advantage there. If it's that fast on land, we don't have any chance in an underwater fight, it would take us under and drown us in less than two seconds."

"Please don't be so optimistic!" She said sarcastically as she raised the binoculars to her eyes, scanning the surface of the lake. The more she zoomed in, the more she blessed the inventor of that instrument. The clarity of the images was reassuring. “So what do we do? Do we wait for it to move away from the water? We risk losing Michael too. You said it yourself that on dry land it's fast-"

"I'm working on it." At those words she was speachless for a moment. She lowered the binoculars and peered at him, motionless. What the hell did "working on it" mean? Michael was there waiting to be attacked and he hadn't even had the bright idea of planning anything specific?

“I'm so sorry Flash, but we have a really anxious man at the scene of the attack and little time left."

At that nickname they both came up with the same idea and their eyes widened synchronously. They looked at each other with the typical "do you think what I think?" look and when they both turned to Michael, they knew they had the same idea in mind.

They mimed the gesture of the phone, as if to invite him to use it in an emergency. At least now they were sure that, if only for some reason the monster would escape them, Michael had the flash of his phone.

Michael pulled out his phone and sighed deeply, his eyes closed. For a moment Dean thought he was going to have another anxiety attack, but luckily he seemed to calm down - as far as the situation allowed - soon after.

"Okay," Dean muttered under his breath, never taking his eyes off Michael. "Now we have to w-"

A rustle behind them. Dean and Y/N whirled around, in a snap. It's just the wind, he thought. But when there was another movement in the bushes, as they turned around, he changed his mind.

"I'll go check," said Y/N, daring to take a few steps forward. Dean grabbed her arm almost immediately, not squeezing as hard as he had that night when he had a nightmare.

“You're not going anywhere,” He indicated Michael with a significant nod of his head. "It's a trap. The thing knows we're here and it's trying to get us away from its dinner.”

They both looked around furtively. Michael stood motionless, hands clenched into fists, in front of the lake.

"Keep an eye on him."

"No, wait!", Y/N grabbed Dean's arm, just like he had done with her seconds before. "You can't go, you said it yourself, it's a trap."

"If we don't play its game, it will never come out," Dean said. “One of us has to go check and it won't be you.”

Y/N remained silent, she seemed almost surprised by his words, she stared at him for a moment then let go of his arm nodding slowly with a serious expression painted on her face.

Dean cast one last look at the girl and then advanced towards the darkness, disappearing between the trees. The handle of the gun tightly in one hand and the flashlight inside the jacket. It all seemed apparently peaceful, but he knew perfectly well that the Ahuizotl was there, hidden somewhere.

Dean cleared his throat, drew an arrogant smile on his lips and he began to whistle as to get the attention of a dog.

"Hey, I'm here!" he said aloud, looking from bush to bush. "C'mon! Come out, you son of a bitch!"

A movement to his right. Dean stiffened and swallowed a lot of saliva.

"I know you're there," he continued quietly, spinning carefully, trying to locate the creature in the dark.

He caught two small white lights just off the trunk of an oak tree. Dean frowned and froze, jaw set. The Ahuizotl's eyes were shining in the night. The creature growled and walked slowly forward. Dean backed away and as soon as he realized the thing was about to attack him, he turned on his flashlight and the thing backed away abruptly.

"Ah! You're not having fun anymore, are you?!"

Within seconds the Ahuzotl was gone again.

She wasn't really glad about Dean's decision when she saw him disappear into the woods taking her place.

"Dean?" She whispered in a low voice after some minutes spent in silence alternating her gaze from the thick vegetation to Michael still standing in the place they recommended to stay.

She knew she wasn't supposed to leave but the feeling that Dean might be attacked by that creature while she stood there made her stomach feel weird. She stared at Michael with hope.

The man turned back towards the woods but, when he saw only Y/N watching over him, he began again to breathe fast and to move his pupils from right to left

Honestly, he had all the right to be terrified: he only saw an arrogant girl who had revealed to him how easy she was to kill ordinary people. How could he have remained calm?

"I can't do it," the man said, words that Y/N was able to catch even from that distance through lip-reading.

"Don't panic right now, c'mon!" She couldn't even reach Michael to give him that little courage that would once again convince him to fight for the right cause.

Then that she was not good at that was another matter.

When she saw the man move away from the shore and then start running towards the opposite side, without a precise destination, she was forced to definitively unmask their cover and reach him, inevitably running after him.

“I'm running after a man who doesn't even like girls. I didn't think I'd ever say something like that" She thought aloud as she ran after him. "Michael! Michael come back!" Y/N's voice thundered louder than it should have. "I swear I won't throw you in the lake, but stop!"

And he stopped but not to do Y/N a favor, rather to catch his breath. She would have gladly killed him herself.

"I can't do it, I'm not like you!" The man vented himself, gathering his strength word after word.

"I know." She said looking back out of the corner of her eye but not letting Michael slip under her radar.

"We're all going to die, aren't we?"

"Certainly your improvisation did not play in our favor, since we are in the middle of nowhere now" she asserted sincerely deciding to use her machete as a defense weapon in case of attack.

Y/N heard noises of dry leaves crumbling and twigs breaking.

"And that's not a good sign, stay behind me."

Silence. Surrounding him there was only an eerie silence, broken from time to time by the rustle of leaves in contact with the night breeze. Dean looked around furtively, expecting to see that thing suddenly emerge, ready to feed on the most disgusting parts of a human body. But nothing happened. He frowned, suspicious.

The Ahuizotl probably went to finish what he had started, killing Michael and possibly Y/N too if he tried to stop it. Yet Dean felt something, a presence.

A movement. Dean turned away, his heart pounding loudly in his chest. But he saw nothing.

"I don't like that," he muttered to himself.

Then he heard growling, right there, behind him. He swallowed and froze for a few seconds before turning carefully. The Ahuizotl watched him, slime running down the sides of his sharp teeth. It wasn't the same one he'd been dealing with a few minutes earlier, it was smaller, but probably as bloodthirsty as its mother.

He sighed and gripped the ax handle even tighter. When the creature lunged at him, Dean decapitated it in one snap. The head rolled off like a bowling ball and the body fell on the ground. Its thick dark blood splattered everywhere. The tail kept moving and the hand at the end of it tried to reach Dean in vain. He grimaced, disgusted by the scene. Then with another sharp flick, just as Sam had told him to, he separated the tail from the body. He doused the creature with some gasoline taken earlier from the Impala's trunk and set the creature on fire without thinking about it twice.

A shot.

Dean looked up, beyond the trees.

Y/N...

He abandoned the fire and ran away, his heart racing at an almost alarming rate. He just hoped Y/N was okay and that Michael hadn't screwed up everything.

He arrived just in time to see the Ahuizotl stand up as if the bullet hadn't even grazed him.

"Hey!" he yelled for attention, but the monster didn't seem too interested, as he had a scared Michael right in front of him.

Y/N was lying on the ground nearby.

Dean wasn't one to pray, but in that moment he found himself mentally begging any god that she wasn't dead.

He picked up a stone from the ground and threw it at the creature, hitting it right on the head.

"I just killed your little, lovely son!" he added in a louder voice, so that the monster could hear those words well. When he turned in Dean's direction, he knew it had worked.

"I just cut off his head while his little hand went bye-bye," he teased him with a smirk.

The Ahuizotl leapt upon the hunter in no time, thirsting for vengeance. It had been so fast that Dean didn't even notice, the ax slipped from his hand.

He found himself pressed against the ground, the creature's paw pressed to his chest, its claws starting to tear through his shirt and a long trail of drool running down on him.

He hadn't noticed how sharp the monster's teeth were before. The creature's heavy breath, so reminiscent of the iron smell of blood, burned his skin. Dean narrowed his eyes and fumbled for his axe. He tried to retrieve the gun from his jeans or the flashlight from inside his jacket, but in the position he was in and with the weight of the Ahuizotl resting on him, it was practically impossible.

Suddenly the creature groaned and moved away quickly. A hand with long claws lay next to Dean. His tail had been docked. Soon its large head rolled on the ground too, its blood splattered on Dean and created a puddle.

"You've always had good timing," the hunter said when he saw Y/N holding a long, sharp, bloodstained blade.

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wambsgansshoelaces · 4 months

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thank you @su240210 for requesting 🫶🏽 I love u pookie I’m literally your biggest fan 🫂

anyways here’s your daily dose of the he older/‘other’ women of succession; they don’t really get that much love

how you meet (wlw; rava, gerri, karolina)

Rava

ᝰ you’re a yoga girly

ᝰ even though you started out really slow, you’ve come to really enjoy it

ᝰ the instructors have you model all the time

ᝰ it makes you feel cool

ᝰ but today, you’re coming off of a bit of a depressive spiral

ᝰ so you stay in the back for the sake of relaxation

ᝰ you honestly just feel like lying face down on your mat

ᝰ but when you stretch, your head clears

ᝰ “oh, wow, you’re so flexible!”

ᝰ you look over, and it’s her

ᝰ you’ve never seen her before

ᝰ but you want to see her again

ᝰ you give her a small smile

ᝰ she smiles back

ᝰ you think you get a bit dizzy

ᝰ “how do you do it?”

ᝰ you come out of the pose, laying flat on your stomach

ᝰ “lots of practice. i come here a lot.”

ᝰ “you think i could get there, one day, too?”

ᝰ “sure you can.”

ᝰ “ah, i’m sorry. i’m rava. i’m trying to get out and try new things, put myself out there…”

ᝰ “well, then, rava, i hope you keep coming.”

ᝰ “do you do every class?”

ᝰ “every single morning one.”

ᝰ “i hope you don’t mind a new elbow buddy, then.”

ᝰ “i really don’t. you’re truly always welcome.”

Gerri

ᝰ you’re an attorney

ᝰ your firm is handling some things for waystar

ᝰ this is your first waystar specific case

ᝰ everyone avoids the company like the plague

ᝰ you’ve only heard horror stories

ᝰ even the building is horrifying

ᝰ the lady you’re supposed to meet is late, on top of it all

ᝰ you get sick of sitting and get up to pace the conference room

ᝰ “i’m sorry i’m- oh, hello.”

ᝰ you watch her face flush when you look up at her

ᝰ “y/n?” she asks after a moment, clearing her throat

ᝰ “gerri?”

ᝰ she sits, beckoning for you to do the same

ᝰ “so we’re both in the right place. good! great!”

ᝰ she’s all flustered the rest of your meeting

ᝰ you kind of like it

ᝰ she’s turning pink

ᝰ you don’t say anything, just give her that dazzling smile of yours

ᝰ she thinks you’re gorgeous

ᝰ like blindingly

ᝰ the debrief goes quickly

ᝰ “i know it’s all less than ideal… we have our work cut out for us.”

ᝰ “well, regardless, i’m excited to be working with you, gerri.”

Karolina

ᝰ you’d gotten your nose into some weird waystar business

ᝰ a bunch of shit you shouldn’t have seen

ᝰ not to your surprise, they sent the fucking press army to your house

ᝰ when you open the door, she startles at the sight of you

ᝰ “um, come in.”

ᝰ there’s way too many people in your house right now

ᝰ you kind of just sit in the corner so you can monitor everyone

ᝰ you don’t know if you’re about to be bribed or killed

ᝰ she comes up to you after they grill you

ᝰ you honestly felt like you were being waterboarded

ᝰ “i just wanted to apologize… these things can be kind of rough.”

ᝰ “i really don’t see why i have to go through all this.”

ᝰ you do

ᝰ you just think they were doing it in the worst way possible

ᝰ “if it were up to me, this wouldn’t be happening.”

ᝰ she gives you a soft smile

ᝰ but you don’t really trust her

ᝰ you can’t, can you?

ᝰ “if anyone gives you too much trouble, give me a ring, okay?”

ᝰ she hands you her business card

ᝰ karolina novotney; head of PR

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readyplayerhobi · 1 year

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Because, I Love You | 05

; Jungkook x Older!Reader

; Genre: Fluff

; Word Count: 1.5k

; Synopsis: According to society, Jeon Jungkook should not be with you. He should be with a younger, hotter and thinner girl instead of wasting his time on you. It’s a good thing Jungkook doesn’t care what society thinks then.

; A/N: So, this is a very short chapter that’s just...fluff. I just wanted to write something sweet and cute, nothing too intensive 😊

; Masterlist

Humming to yourself, you squint at your bag and try to mentally remember if you’ve got everything you need. It’s not like this is a special trip or anything, you just always forget to put stuff back into your bag and then regret it at a later time. Though you’ve found that as long as you have your car keys and your phone, you can pretty much get by anywhere.

Thank goodness for Google Pay!

Still, you ruffle through the sections and let out a quiet sound as you realise you’ve forgotten to put some reusable bags in. Putting the bag down on the console table that lives by your front door, you move back through the house to the kitchen and find two reusable plastic bags underneath the sink. Folding them up, you head back and put them in before zipping the whole bag up.

“I’m going now, babe.” You call out, grabbing some Adidas trainers from the shoe storage and hopping on one foot as you put them on. Holding onto the doorframe, you wiggle your foot into the shoe and look into the living room, noting how Jungkook’s got that vacant expression he gets when he’s either completely focused on something or, ironically, not focused on anything.

It makes you want to smile, and if you didn’t have your shoes on, you’d go over and shut his jaw for him. You just wanted to squish his cheeks and coo at how adorable he looked, despite the fact he was a grown man who was taller and buffer than you. He was going to be cursed, or blessed, with a perpetual baby face.

“Jungkook?” His name catches his attention, and those big, bright eyes flicker over to you. He looks up and down your body, taking in your outdoor outfit before they focus on your shoes, and his lips purse ever so slightly whilst a tiny crease appears between his brows.

“You’re going out?” Sighing to yourself, you stand straight once your shoes are on and put one hand on a hip. He shuffles a little awkwardly at that expression, clearly recognising your look of exasperation.

“Yeah, I told you I was meeting up with Momo today, remember? I haven’t seen her in six months because…well, life. But she’s free today so we’re going to head into the city and wander around, get some dinner or something. I’ll be back later, she might come with me so you’ll get to meet her if you want to stay. Otherwise, please lock the door behind you!” He’s still pouting, but now there’s a hint of nerves in his eyes.

Even though you’ve met his parents, he still hasn’t met yours yet and he’s only met one of your friends. You weren’t one of those people with a huge group of friends who all knew each other, instead, you just had a close handful who barely knew the other people existed. Momo was someone you knew from college, but she had a very busy career and personal life that meant the two of you never seemed to sync up.

As a result, she knew that you had a new boyfriend, though after seven months he wasn’t new anymore, and that was about it. You weren’t a talker via text, and neither was she. Either way, you’d realised upon Jungkook meeting Yuna, a friend of yours since high school, that he was an exceptionally shy person at meeting new people and he’d said barely anything to her. Not in a rude way, just in a ‘please don’t notice my existence’ way.

It was cute, and you wondered how he’d handle meeting Momo if he stayed around. She was loud and very outgoing, something you enjoyed about her in small doses. No doubt she’d be friendly, but she’d probably do some subtle interrogating and you’d end up wanting to wrap Jungkook in your arms again to soothe his frayed nerves. You loved Momo, but you’d fully admit that even you could only cope with her in small doses.

“Oh…okay. Have a good time,” He pauses, chewing on his lip for a moment before continuing, “Text me when you’re gonna come home, and I’ll clean up a bit or something.”

At that, you look around your relatively clean house and chuckle, wondering when he’d got comfortable enough in your home to get those visitor nerves. The ones where you’re convinced your home isn’t clean enough for guests. It was sweet, but you knew Momo wouldn’t care. Not that it would soothe the nerves in him, so you’d let him do whatever he needed to.

“Okay, can I get a kiss?” You ask, pursing your lips at him expectantly. It makes him smile as he pauses his game and then stands. Before walking over to you, he stretches with a groan and you’re treated to a delightful view of his lower abs and pelvis as the shirt he’s wearing rises up. And there’s the contrast to his baby face, complete with a delightful trail of hair that you’ve followed many times.

He’s in his usual casual clothes, baggy sweatpants in a neutral dark grey combined with a matching oversized shirt. Jungkook is naturally taller and broader in the shoulders than you, and you can actually fit into his clothes. At least the oversized stuff. You’d be entirely honest by saying that you’d never once expected to be able to fit into a boyfriend’s clothes, not unless they were physically bigger than you, but Jungkook’s shirts were big even on you.

“Love you.” Jungkook murmurs, wrapping his arms around your waist and hugging you tightly before giving you a sweet, but short, kiss. You can feel that he’s a bit sad about not being able to spend the day lazing around with you, the last few Saturdays had ended up with both of you being busy doing other stuff, but you both had tomorrow at least.

Squeezing his waist, you kiss him a few more times with a smile before resting your cheek against his shoulder. He’s so warm and cosy and solid and safe. You don’t think you’ve ever felt as happy and content in someone’s arms before.

“Love you, too. I’ll see you later, okay? Make sure to take a break from that!” You say teasingly, poking his stomach before gesturing towards the TV. He’s fallen back into the world of Skyrim, so it’s not unusual for him to sit there for hours and not move at all except to yell in frustration when he gets killed by a draugr or a dragon.

“Okay, okay.” Jungkook laughs, letting go of you to return to the couch.

“And eat lunch! I don’t want to come back to find you hungry, okay? There’s stuff in the fridge for a sandwich if you’re lazy, otherwise, there’s some frozen leftover stew if you want that.” It makes him laugh happily as you fuss over him, knowing he loves it and that he knows you love it too.

You watch him fondly for a moment before grabbing your bag and heading out the door. It’s only when you’re there that you realise Jungkook had parked behind you in your drive, blocking your car in and you groan quietly. Opening the door, you hurry in and peek around the corner.

“Can I take your car? You’re blocking me in.” You ask, pulling out your keys and leaving them on the console table in case he wants to go anywhere. Jungkook hums in acknowledgement and nods his head, eyes already focused on the screen so you know he’s only half listening. It’s enough for you though, so you grab his keys and hurry out the door once more.

Jungkook’s car is newer than yours, a sleek Mercedes that his parents had bought him as a present for graduating. The concept of that was wild, but thankfully he’d never shown any spoilt tendencies, if anything he was too sweet. Your parents could probably have bought you a car if you’d asked, but it would’ve been cheaper and older than this.

Jungkook happily lets you drive his fancy car, though, and you’d admit to loving it. He wasn’t hugely into cars or anything, so he wasn’t precious over it. There was nothing wrong with your car, but there was something about driving a car that had freaking mood lighting.

It’s only when you’ve parked up that you’ve realised Jungkook can’t go home for the night if you’ve taken his car and snorted to yourself. He won’t take your car for the night, so you guess he’s probably going to meet Momo then.

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chin-chilla-7 · 1 year

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Hello! I was wondering if your willing to make a DBH Conner x human reader with some angst? (btw I’m very new to DBH but I’m becoming a huge fan so please excuse if my info is wrong or if I’m too ooc)

So basically this is all happening during the Jericho event when Conner becomes a deviant. Basically he and the reader come along with him and during the time they get split up and he sees Marcus (I think that his name) Connor realizes that he is in love with the reader (which is the reason he is a deviant) the events go on and when Conner gets reunited with the reader but before he could confess and be all cute and stuff the reader gets into a life or death situation. Conner dose in fact save her but he wasn’t fast enough and she gets a huge brain injury.

When Connor goes to see the reader again during her recovery and she’s awake. He tells her that he’s so happy to see she’s okay but something off. The reader lost all her memory and has no idea who Connor is. You can decide if the reader gets her memory back but in all honesty I would make it so it would end as Connor is so Stricken with so much saddest that he couldn’t tell the reader that he loved her and now he has to start their friendship and relationship from the very beginning, where he is stuck with having a one sided love for the reader.

Sorry if it’s confusing like I said I’m very new to DBH but I hope you have a good day!

Thanks so much for your request! This isn’t confusing! I hope my fic matches what you had going on in your head! Also because you didn’t specifically ask for a female reader, this reader will be gender neutral.

Too Little, Too Late

Pairing: Connor x Human!Reader (GN pronouns)

Summary: Connor infiltrating Jericho was something you could understand. He was an android, he’d fit right in. But Fowler making you tag along with him felt like it was asking for things to go wrong. Let’s hope they don’t, though.

Words: 2.6k

Standing on the edge of the pier, the Jericho ship came into view.

This isn’t going to work

The phrase flashing through your mind again. You said it back at the police station, and you were tempted to say it again to your android partner beside you. You looked over to Connor, dressed in a hoodie and jeans now as a disguise. You wearing a similar outfit to match.

This isn’t going to work

You could understand sending Connor into Jericho, being an actual android. But Fowler ordering you to tag along with him because Gavin had complained about the run in with him in the evidence locker was pushing the credibility of this plan. It was already a risk to send Connor in because every android knows what he looks like, so sending a human was only going to add to the suspicion.

Though, now you had to work with what you got. And what you got was a duo infiltrating Jericho. Taking a deep breath, you took a step forward, Connor following you.

This isn’t going to wo-

“You’re anxious.”

The words startled you out of your thoughts. You turned to look at Connor, who was already staring back at you.

“Your heartbeat has increased higher than average,” Connor explained, a small frown in his expression. “I know you are against coming along with me for this mission. I have to agree, it puts you in a high risk situation when you don’t need to be, but I promise to prioritize your safety.”

There was something gentle about the way that Connor said that that you hadn’t been expecting. It was sweet to hear that Connor cared - or, at least, cared as much as an android is able to. Because Connor wasn’t a deviant, even though he may have been dressed as one now. “Oh, uh, thanks, Connor. Yeah, I- I really don’t want to be here. What if they notice I’m human right away? What if we get separated? Not to say I can’t handle myself, but this is something the department’s never handled before, I don’t want to fuck up-”

“And you won’t,” Connor said, cutting you off. He offered a small smile with his words. “I’ve seen you on the field. I know that you make good decisions. You’ll make good decisions here, too.”

There was something relieving about hearing Connor tell you that. You let your shoulders go: somewhere you hadn’t realized you had been holding tension. “Right then. Let’s do this.”

The rest of the trip into the ship was quiet. As helpful as Connor’s words were in the moment, you could already feel your anxieties creeping back as you walked through one of the many ship corridors. You weren’t sure if it was a blessing or a curse that you hadn’t run into any androids yet.

Connor had taken the lead now that you were inside the ship. The hallways were confusing and Connor knew where he was going. At least, you assume he did based on how confidently he was walking. But he was an android, so he didn’t experience fear like you did, so that was probably why. You shook your head, ridding yourself of those thoughts. ‘Focus, Y/N’ you thought to yourself.

As Connor turned the next corner, he paused, holding a hand out for you to stop before you could see what was in front of him. But, you didn’t have to see what was there to put it together. “Androids?” you asked, voice barely louder than a whisper. He nodded, causing you to take a deep breath. “Okay, let’s do this.”

Connor gave you another nod before continuing down the hallway out of your view. You stayed put for a moment, before remembering that it would look better if you didn’t stop. So you rounded the corner, standing in a similar way that Connor was. The more you could look like an android, the better.

As you approached the large room, you could see just how many androids were stowed away on this ship. It almost saddened you to see how many took refuge. You tried to keep your staring to a minimum, but you couldn’t help but glance to the many different androids, many with various injuries: ranging from small scratches to full on missing body parts. You couldn’t help but frown at the sight. You had never understood the hatred people had for androids, and seeing the direct effects of the hatred pulled at your heart strings.

As you made your way through the room, many of the androids had stopped what they were doing to look at you and Connor, but mostly you. It was something you noticed as you eyed the room. ‘They know. There’s no way they don’t know’ you thought, your eyes falling to the ground in front of you now.

Despite the suspicion that everyone here knew you were human, no one stopped you or Connor. Not until you made it to the upper-levels of the floor where you suspected Markus was. That’s when a particularly larger android stepped in front of you and Connor, blocking your way into an adjoining room.

“I’m sorry, I can’t let you pass,” he stated, his arms crossed over his chest.

Connor had to look up to meet this android’s eye. “Why not? We’d like to speak with Markus?”

“For what reason?”

“We want to get out of the city. We were told he could help.”

A small laugh escaped the large android. “Don’t we all. What about them?” he asked, nodding to you.

Connor glanced at you for a moment and you could swear you saw a worried expression on his face. “What about them?”

“I think you know. I think we all know.” As the larger android spoke, he took a step towards Connor, now looming over him. “Bringing a human on board? What kind of danger are you putting us in?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking abo-”

Before Connor could finish his sentence, you felt a pair of hands grab you from behind. You immediately start kicking and fighting to be let go, but android grip is strong. Very strong. “Connor! Help!” you called, not really thinking at that moment.

Connor turned to attempt to fight off your captor, but the large android grabbed him before Connor had a chance. “Oh no. You want to see Markus? I’ll bring you to Markus,” the android said, holding Connor by the back of the neck. You watched as Connor was taken into the room that had previously been blocked, vanishing out of sight. Then you were pulled away, no longer sure where you were headed on this massive ship.

In the room, Connor was thrown, causing him to stumble and fall to the floor. He looked to see Markus there, staring back at him. “You brought a human here?” he asked, his voice gentler than what Connor would’ve expected.

“Where are you taking them? What are you going to do?” Connor turned, looking back to the door he came in from. Again, the large android blocked the way.

Markus tilted his head at Connor. “You care for them,” he stated, causing Connor to look back at him. “But are you… you’re not deviant, are you?”

“Where are you taking them?” Connor repeated his question, ignoring Markus’ prying. “You better not hurt them.”

“Why would I hurt them? They shouldn’t be here and by being here caused great danger to everyone on board, but I wouldn’t hurt them,” Markus assures. Though, that does nothing to calm Connor down. He kept looking back at the door, hoping that the large android would just move.

“You’re Connor, right? The deviant-killer? Well, you’re here, in front of the leader of the deviants, and yet all you’re focused on is that human? Not very deviant-killer to me,” Markus said, taking a few steps towards Connor. “Are you sure you’re not deviant yourself?”

Connor wasn’t really listening. An anger bubbling in him that he’s never felt before. He saw red, but a red wall in front of him. He was tasked with killing Markus and while that android was right in front of him, all he could think about was saving you. Connor shook his head, trying to free himself of these thoughts, but they persisted. He felt something in him break as your face came into his memory, seeing how relieved you were when he told you he’d prioritize your safety no matter what.

Connor found himself panting: something he wasn’t aware androids could do. But the red wall was gone. So was the direction to kill Markus. It felt- he felt free. A free he never knew he could feel. Markus must have noticed. “Deviant-killer turned deviant,” he mused.

Connor looked to the door and the back to Markus. “Take me to Y/N - the human - please,” he requested. Markus nodded and the large android stepped out of the way of the door.

Markus moved past Connor to exit, Connor following closely behind. “There are explosives set up on the ship,” Markus explained, turning back to look at Connor. “We know the raids are starting, we wanted to get ahead of it. This is our worst-case scenario, and it seems we might be there.”

“And where did you take Y/N?” Connor asked, but Markus was quiet. Quiet longer than he should’ve been. “Where are they?” Connor pried.

Markus didn’t look back this time. “They were sent down to the hold where the explosives are planted. We didn’t-”

“You what?”

“I didn’t know if they could be trusted! They came with you and all of five minutes ago, you weren’t a deviant. I had to keep my people safe. I couldn’t take that chance. Now that I know, I wish I didn’t, but it’s what happened.”

Markus’ words were partially ignored by Connor as Connor made his way fast through the ship. He couldn’t let anything happen to you, he had promised. The hold: that’s where you were, that’s where Connor was going.

Connor wasn’t waiting for Markus as he moved through the ship. As he made his way down to the hold, Connor saw some police officers already beginning their sweeps of the ship. He had to avoid them. He may have been on their side before, but now, being a deviant, it was questionable.

Avoid the police officers, make it to the hold as quick as possible, save you. That was Connor’s mission and in that moment nothing else mattered.

As Connor grew closer to the hold, he began to hear your voice echoing through the corridors. “Hello? Anyone? Anyone please help me!” your words were more than enough motivation to get Connor moving faster. As he entered the room, he saw you tied to one of the pipes against the wall. You felt a wave of relief. “Oh, Connor, thank god. They tied me here and then they heard the raid and left quick,” you explained as Connor untied you.

Once you were untied, Connor helped you up, you winced. “Are you all right?” Connor asked, having noticed immediately.

You nodded. “They weren’t very gentle bringing me down. Bashed my leg against something. I think I can walk, though, it’s just tender,” you explained. And you could: walk, that is. Though, you knew you’d have to move slower than usual.

“All right, now we have to get out of here. This place is rigged with explosives,” Connor said, leading you out.

“It’s what?” You asked, following behind.

“We don’t have time, we just have to go-”

“I’m going! I don’t want to be here, either!”

As much as Connor wanted to make a run for it, he knew you couldn’t. He looked to you. “Let me carry you,” he said, already beginning to pick you up bridal style.

As he lifted you up, Markus turned the corner, finally having caught up to Connor. “Oh, you’ve got them, let’s go,” he said, causing you to look. You were surprised to see Markus upright and functioning - especially surprised that Connor seemed unbothered by that.

“Why’s he still here? What happened upstairs?” you asked, looking between the two androids.

“I already told you, we don’t have time. I’ll explain when we’re off the ship,” Connor said, looking to Markus, “what do we do now?”

“Get to the main level of the deck. There’s a walkway you can take to get off the ship. Go there. I’ll meet up with you when I can.”

Markus didn’t give any more information past that, taking off into the hold. You looked to Connor, who had begun moving down one of the many corridors, making his way up to the deck of the ship. You held a little tighter to Connor now, thinking about the interaction. Markus was still alive and Connor showed no interest in besting him. Could he be…?

Before you could entertain the thought, you heard police officers up ahead. Connor heard them, too. “I have to put you down,” he said, looking to the left and seeing a small, sealed room to put you in. You began to protest, but were quickly hushed by Connor. “There’s no other way around, I have to clear the officers from our path. They may not believe you’re human. They don’t know we’re in here,” he explained. You knew Connor was right, but you really didn’t want to be left alone again. Still, you nodded and watched as Connor disappeared through the door.

You sat in the room quietly for a few minutes. Then a few minutes longer than you expected to be sitting there. You were beginning to get worried. Connor should’ve been back by now. Maybe something had happened. But you didn’t hear any of the officers shoot their guns. Or maybe you did- you could swear you were hearing a lot of noises from a lot of different places on the ship. Regardless, it still didn’t explain what was taking Connor so lon-

A sudden loud noise shocked you out of your thoughts, followed by a violent jolt through your whole body. You swore you were violently thrown against the wall, but you couldn’t really remember. Cause now all you see is darkness.

The moment Connor heard the explosion, he rushed back to the room he left you in. The door had been deformed and there was rubble in the room, which had partially buried you. Connor saw that you were unconscious, but still breathing. Hastily, he moved the rubble from on top of you and pulled you out. Now you really had to get out of here. While he could tell you were alive, he knew your pulse was weak. He couldn’t approximate how long you had left: he was too worried in the moment. All he knew was he had to get you out of here. So that’s what he did.

You woke up in bed. Well, not your bed but a bed. It was white, really white. Everything was white. Sterile. It was a hospital. You were in a hospital.You took a sharp breath in as you felt yourself come to. A sharp pain could be felt in your chest by doing that, causing you to wince.

In an instant, someone was by your side. One of the nurses? No, he wasn’t wearing nurse clothes. You tilted your head.

“Oh, Y/N, I’m so glad you’re all right!” the man said, holding onto your hand.

You squinted at him, trying to see if you could place his face. He looked… familiar, but you couldn’t find a name. “I’m sorry, do I know you?” you asked gently. “I can’t seem to… remember a lot.”

Upon hearing those words, Connor frowned. Something in him shattered. Just when he had figured out you were the most important thing to him, it was like you had been ripped away. But, he couldn’t do that to you. So, he forced a smile. “I’m Connor. We work together.”

#detroit become human #dbh #detroit become human x reader #dbh x reader #connor dbh #connor x reader #markus dbh #my writing #fic

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itsawhumpsideblog · 1 month

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Character sketches

Francis was the first of the Safehouse boxboys to make himself known, although Mikey was not far behind. The thing I'm finding most fascinating about writing Francis is finding ways to convey his worldview, which I feel like I'm doing to a greater extent than with Mikey or Nathan. Because he was living with another person who had very definite ideas about what he should be like, Francis had his worldview sort of forged for him in really odd ways.

There will eventually be an installment where he learns to count higher than ten, for example, but right now he thinks everyone gets to ten and starts over and therefore functionally can't conceptualize of quantities greater than 100 (ten tens, as he would think of it).

He also speaks in third person, which obviously the other two do not, and has developed a very flowery, formal way of speaking as a result of being a living showpiece and as much an accessory in his former owner's home as the art on the walls. I imagine that his owner worked on training him to speak in a highly artistic style and move as if everything is a ballet.

Francis gets really good at interpreting for Mikey when Mikey learns to sign and ultimately decides to pursue interpreting as a career. It's a good fit for him because he doesn't have to speak for himself or produce original utterances unless they're really simple; he can just interpret from one language to another what somebody else is saying. He also prefers not being the focus of the conversation in any way and interpreting lets him fade comfortably into the background.

I imagine that he uses a wheelchair or crutches depending on how he's feeling, but because of the nerve damage in his feet, has a lot of difficult walking without a mobility aid.

When I write Mikey, I kind of can't help but make him sound small and waifish, because he's so sad and scared all the time- at least until yesterday's short story, which gives a brief glimpse of Mikey in the future. In fact, Mikey is a pretty big guy, which is likely what you'd want for a guy who lives as somebody's personal bouncer. He's probably six inches taller than Francis, although Nathan is closer to Mikey's height.

And as I elaborated on a little in yesterday's backstory, he's very muscular from a combination of enforced workouts and a low dose of steroids. Incidentally, I don't think the WRU publicizes their use of steroids but I would bet everyone knows they do it. Owners presumably make the choice to continue that practice or not, but I think Mikey's owners don't. There's probably a story about withdrawal in there, actually.

I don't know much about Mikey or Francis before they were boxboys, but I do have some idea what happens to Mikey after he's been at the Safehouse a while. As you can guess if you're caught up, he is going to be able to use his hands and arms fairly normally (although he hates when it rains because he gets so sore) and he becomes a fluent signer over time.

I think he goes from resignation at the loss of his voice to having a lot of anger about it. He experiences bouts of depression as he learns to cope with knowing how things could have been vs. how they are, but he finds strength and fulfillment in becoming an activist against the Pet trade. It's the kind of outlet for his anger that Mikey really appreciates- he abhors violence, but he feels a strong need to "get back at" the people who took so much from him. He probably does, or tries to do, research to find out who he used to be. I'm not yet sure what amount of success he has.

Poor Nathan was the last of the three to come along and I feel like he sometimes get short shrift. His backstory is the only one I have much of a handle on, and he talks about it in one chapter. He aged out of the foster care system and basically didn't have the counsel or a parent or mentor to give him a realistic perspective on what volunteering to become a Pet entailed. I think he was very briefly working a soul-sucking job somewhere he hated and was recruited on the basis of his looks and the recruiter's desire for a commission check.

Obviously, when he got to the WRU facility, it was nothing like he had imagined. I don't think he knew about the memory-wiping process, although I think most adults in his society are aware that something like that goes on. In my created world, as in many other peoples', I think, Pets are a luxury and generally only affordable by people who are wealthy or willing to save up. So Nathan went in with just the information he had from the recruiter, which obviously wouldn't reflect reality.

Once I wrote the bit where Mikey remembers another Pet who was kind to him and who was the closest thing he ever remembers having to a friend, I knew I wanted them to be re-united. I wasn't quite sure what Nathan's defining feature would be until I was writing it and sort of discovered in the process that although he had signed the papers and been sold and lived as a Pet, the memory wipe had never taken.

I was pretty fascinated with the implications, which I'll definitely want to explore at greater length. One thing it means is that Nathan knows exactly who he is and what his life was like before, although he was pretty lonely to begin with, so nobody's looking too hard for him. It also means that he knows exactly what happens at WRU facilities and can be a whistleblower, if and when anyone's ready to hear the truth.

But the effect of all this on his mental health is hard to overstate, because it's so traumatic to go through training and living as someone's possession without ever giving away that you're the same person you always were before. (Side note- Nathan is dyslexic, which is how he gets by without admitting he can read. He definitely can, but it's enough work that he doesn't see words and visibly process them without meaning to.)

The almost endless mental stress of pretending to have no memory, on top of the same stress other Pets experience, like trying to please a person who may be impossible to please, never having time to themselves, and being under constant physical strain, really takes its toll on Nathan. I think he has a sort of permanent thousand-yard stare, even when he's looking directly at someone or something. A part of his brain is just always a little stunned and distracted and he usually looks sad, even when he isn't. Meeting Mikey again, though, gives him a bit of a new lease on life, because he's so relieved and happy to know that Mikey has a chance at a happy ending.

NB: originally written for a BBU Community Days prompt that I was informed I misunderstood. I’m not able to rework the post but I hate to waste the work so I’ll leave it in case anyone is interested.

#the safehouse

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yandere-fics · 2 months

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Ok because I'm bored today: Pixie Darling thoughts

Abigail is incredibly protective of you. You're so small and delicate, she simply must take care of you. She gives you very sweet and tender kisses. All the time, but never lets you venture out of the house.

Theanna has a tiny throne for you on her throne's armrest. There's a bit of unrest in the kingdom over the strange marriage, she might even get you to do some spying if she trusts you enough to let you put yourself in a little danger.

Pauline is kinda mean. She makes fun of you for being so small, you must be dumb since your brain is so tiny. But she's also lovely once she lets her more tender side out, giving your wings tiny kisses before flicking your ass to make you yelp. One time you accidentally fell asleep in her palm and you looked so small and peaceful, she insists you can only nap in her hand from now on.

Ainsley adores you. She has you working as her little assistant, bringing her things and being her experiment when she needs to test things in tiny doses. She may even figure out how to temporarily grow you in size so the two of you can fuck hold eachother.

Bibi is a menace. She thinks you're sooooo funny, she simply must keep you around her at all times. She ties a string around your tiny little body and attaches it to her wrist so you can never fly away from her. Sometimes she yanks on the string when she wants a kiss. She lets you sleep in the hollow parts of her leg.

Elisha takes you on her adventures, that's probably where she met you. She lets you sit on her shoulder and chat to her, but you have to stay back when she's fighting.

Veronia is... something. You're so small and tiny she loves it, when she's in her dragon form she can't even see you. She keeps you wrapped up all nice and warm in her cave, pampering you and treating you like a little pixie princess. She has you bathe in golden goblets, wear earrings as necklaces, and in return she gets to run her tongue along your entire body from time to time, covering you in gross dragon spit and licking you until you cum.

Miriel is incredibly sweet. She loves you so much, even though there's a giant size difference she'd still have you be the dominant one in the relationship. She'd buy the two of you matching jewellery and sneaks you into work with her because she hates being away from you, one of the drawers in her desk has been reformed into a little bedroom for you to sleep in.

Eliza is a menace to society. She loves you because you're so cute and adorable. She puts you in her mouth sometimes. It's terrifying but she finds it so amusing when she spits you out and you're grasping for air covered in saliva.

Kassien sees your wings as a privelege you need to earn. If you won't behave, she'll stick you to a board with thumb tacks. If you continue to try and escape her, she'll cut your wings off, forcing her to carry you whenever you want to go somewhere. She also likes when you sit on her head and use her horns as handles. She's also still equally mean, forcing you to sit on a bullet vibrator as she turns the settings up all the way, the vibrations spreading all throughout your little body. If you cum before she gives you permission, she's gonna tape you to the bullet and leave you there for a few more hours.

Nikki is ecstatic. Her mate is so small you can be a part of her collection! Your fingernails and hair may be too small to collect, but she makes you a sealed dollhouse to live in so she can always watch and observe you, like a captured animal in an enclosure. She sits for hours and watches you, and when you get tired she scoops you up to nap with her, lying down on her chest.

I've already written how Runa acts but I want to add that she makes you roleplay with her anime figurines since you're the same size. "IT'S NOT WEIRD NOW TELL RIN-SAN THAT SHE'S YOUR BEST FRIEND"

-girlfailure

I love pixie darling so much

#girlfailure anon

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For some reason I have this image of Alma getting her first period when she’s with Stede and him not handing it well.

(Hello October 2022 Anon, I thought about this one awhile and I think Stede will surprise you)

There was a spot of blood on the bathroom floor. Stede hadn’t been sure that was what it was right away, still gleaming wetly. He and Eddy used the upstairs bathroom for the most part now, but he’d come in to wash his hands. The kids were here, but Eddy had taken Charlie out for some errands and then to fetch lunch. Only he and Alma were home. He grabbed a wet wipe and leaned down to mop it up.

Alma had said she had a headache and retreated to her room twenty or so minutes ago. She hadn’t been obviously wounded and had been mostly fine only five minutes before. Before she’d gone into the bathroom.

Mary had said something ominous recently about puberty that Stede had shelved into a dusty box in his mind. Now he was forced to take it down.

He threw out the wipe and then went to her door. It was shut as it often was. Alma had liked getting a room in the townhouse, and Stede suspected being able to close a door was most of that.

She probably did not want to talk to her father about her changing body, he decided. He should just respect the closed door. He turned around, heading back to the kitchen. After all, Eddy would be home soon and she would doubtless prefer Eddy’s comfort over Stede’s-

Shit. Stede stopped in the middle of the room.

Wasn’t that exactly how he had dealt with everything with the children before? Just relayed on Mary to handle anything that required real effort and hiding away from the hard parts? He’d resolved to change.

Maybe Alma would prefer Eddy and would certainly rather have her mother, but Stede was the person who was here and he could at least acknowledge things.

He knocked quietly on her door, “Would you like some painkillers, sweetheart? Or maybe a hot water bottle?”

There was a long silence and then a, “Both. Please.”

“All right, just a moment.”

He had to find the hot water bottle upstairs (usually put into service for stiff limbs) and get the water hot enough for it which took a few minutes. That gave him enough time to search for appropriate doses of painkillers for a small-ish teenager and get the right amount accordingly. He brought both to her door, then knocked again.

“Can I come in?” He asked.

“Yeah, okay,” she said quietly.

Stede stepped inside and on impulse, shut the door behind him. She had the blinds up and it was bright enough, even though none of the lights were on. Alma had huddled up into her blankets on the bed, looking faintly miserable.

All of his discomfort at the idea that some arcane hormonal process was happening here disappeared. She was just a child, still, not some suddenly metamorphosed adult, no matter how large her vocabulary.

“Here,” he handed her the hot water bottle, wrapped in a towel. “It should help with the cramps. Do you have water?”

“Yeah, there’s some left from last night.”

She ferreted the hot water bottle under the blankets and took the pills with a sip of water. Stede perched on the edge of her bed.

“Is this the first time?”

She nodded once. “How did you know?”

“Just a lucky guess,” he assured her. “Do you need anything?”

“Mom started making me pack stuff a few months ago just in case. I don’t know if it’s enough I don’t know how much I’m...” she trailed off. “This is so gross.”

“I’m sure it feels unpleasant,” he hesitated.

Mary had always handled her cycles the same way she handled everything: entirely without him. When they had decided to have the children, she had just informed him over dinner that it was a good time and they had done the necessary with as little eye contact as possible. Sometimes, looking back, he was amazed she hadn’t done worse to him then sent a private investigator after him.

“It sucks,” Alma huffed. “And now it’s going to happen to me all the time forever.”

“Well. Not all the time,” he managed. He did know that much. “And I’m sure you’ll get used to it eventually.”

“I don’t want to get used to it. I want it to not happen yet. I’m not ready,” she protested. “What do I need it for?”

“Oh, well. If our bodies only did what we needed them too, life would be much more pleasant,” he sighed. “I don’t pretend to know how it feels, sweetheart, but why don’t we do a little searching and see if there’s things that might help you feel better right now?”

“You think there are things?” She frowned.

“I imagine with half the population suffering through it on the regular, there are at least some ideas out there.”

There was not as much as Stede had hoped. Hardly anything he’d call universal or even hugely helpful. They did decide that chocolate was probably always in order and a movie would at least be distracting.

“The hot water bottle is helping,” she declared as they migrated back out into the living room, though the blankets came with her.

“Good,” he smiled. He’d done something correctly. He’d helped. “Let’s have hot chocolate, you pick the movie.”

For once, Alma didn’t pick something with monsters and torture, so that was nice. He had no idea what was happening on the show, but she liked to explain things to him anyway, so by the end he thought he had a working knowledge of why familiar comic book characters were acting like they were in a film noir. Mostly. As long as no one asked him to prove it.

“We’ve got fried chicken!” Eddy announced, after the door had banged open.

“Dad!” Charlie zipped into the room. “Eddy and I saw a huge bird when we were walking by the park! I think it was a hawk.”

“In the city?” Stede smiled at him. “Do you think so?”

“Not sure,” Charlie admitted. “But it looked like one.”

“Definitely wasn’t a pigeon,” Eddy agreed. “We’d need your eye to tell more, love. Tried to get a picture, but it was up fairly high.”

“We can look again tomorrow,” Stede told Charlie. “If it’s nearby. It may nest nearby and still be there.”

“Okay!”

“Go wash your hands,” Eddy ordered. “You touched every fence post and you need them for dinner.”

“On it!” Charlie was dashing into the bathroom and Stede was all the more grateful that he’d caught the drop before.

“You okay, twiz?” Eddy asked, depositing the bags on the kitchen counter, disgorging a feast from the depths.

“Yeah,” she huffed. “I’m just got on a merry-go-round that I have to ride until my uterus falls out or something.”

“I don’t think that’s how menopause works,” Stede frowned. “That seems a little dire.”

“It is dire!” Alma groaned and threw the blankets back over her head.

“I don’t know a lot about uteruses, but I am pretty sure they stay in your body unless you make an effort,” Eddy repressed a smile. “Sorry you feel crappy, kiddo. Need anything?”

“No,” she said from under the blankets. “Dad took care of me, I’m good.”

Eddy nodded as if this was entirely expected.

Of course it was. Stede was her father. He’d just done what he was supposed to and no one was surprised by it. Not Alma. Not Eddy.

He pressed his hand to his chest and hid a smile. “We read some good things about the application of ice cream, dear girl. Do we still have some left for after dinner?”

“Oh yeah, bought that big tub of neapolitan last week and just ate the strawberry bit.”

“Why didn’t you just buy a tub of strawberry?” Alma asked, blankets coming down to look judgmentally at Eddy.

“Cause I like to have a little bit of chocolate and vanilla mixed in,” Eddy said as if this was entirely normal. Stede had forgotten that it wasn’t, somewhere along the way. “But I don’t actually like the chocolate and vanilla on their own with that brand.”

“You’re so weird,” Alma declared. “Can I try that next time?”

“Sure, if you can get the tub away from me fast enough,” Eddy snorted. “And good luck with that.”

“Dad,” Charlie emerged, hands still visibly wet. “Can we play a game after dinner?”

“You can dry your hands,” Stede got to his feet. “And yes. We’ll decide which one over food.”

To his surprise, Alma consented to join the Uno game that raged after dinner, though she did say she was tired after and went into her bedroom at the same time Charlie did.

Before she went home the next day, Stede would check the brand of products that Mary had bought for her and write it down. The next time she came, he would tell her that she had what she needed and just to let him or Eddy know if it was low.

It seemed the least he could do.

#leda house and the kraken verse #ficlet #alma bonnet #stede teach bonnet

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smallestapplin · 2 years

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Soooo…. I had an angsty idea/request. (Ignore this if asking three is to much)

Just read your snake hybrid submas where they accidentally killed their sweetie and well can we get that was snake hybrid Volo?

Like one by accident and one on purpose?

On purpose I imagine it’s mc reader during the final fight, either you don’t defeat Giratina and it strikes you down like he ordered or you do win and in a fit of anger he recalls he is a much much bigger venomous Snake hybrid with a ridiculously fast strike and just… finishes the job himself only to regret it (he had a big crush on you but was to scared of rejection and hoped it would go away, now he’s staring at the consequences of his actions as your corpse is limp on the ground and he realizes the crush is not only not going away but he��s never going to get to spend time with you again or feel so listened to or seen as you made him feel when looking at him with a small soft smiling and not mocking him for the hardships in his life or just telling him to ‘man up')

Accident I leave completely to you! Though it might be a bit more ow because you were actually in a relationship with him and already went through the redemption and forgiveness process only to get unalived because he over did it with a bite or had a tantrum about something.

Bitty

I’ll do my best! I couldn’t see him doing it on accident (that’s likely my own fixations on snakes talking) so I went with on purpose/heat of the moment, if that’s okay!

CW : major character death!

Volo is livid, his tail slams against the ground of the ruined temple. You won, you had bested him and that cowardice almighty.

How had you managed this?

How had you manage to ruin his perfect plan?

His silt eyes lock with your adrenaline filled ones.

His feelings for you got in his way, that had to be it! You ruined it all! You made him feel these…these things!

It was apart of your plan wasn’t it?

What a foolish human you are, trying to take on someone much deadlier than you can handle.

You are taking short quick breaths, hoping, and thinking it’s all over.

Your mind seemingly else where from all your panic.

You only managed to take one step back, before he sprung. Lunging at you with such rage you’ve never seen from him.

You scrambled, trying to roll out of the way. Your shriek echoes across the highlands, as you’re tackled to the ground.

You can feel his venom being pumped into your neck. You struggle against his hold, kicking, punching, clawing, anything you could think of to get him off you, but it only making him put more force into his bite.

Volo pulls away after a few long moments, his blonde hair now a curtain around you two. Those cold grey eyes glare down at you.

You could only muster a pained whimper, tears slowly pouring down your face. Your body feels heavy, like it’s made of lead, you feel numb.

The loud dose of venom is quickly shutting everything down.

Volo stares at your unmoving form, he can’t feel your heart beat anymore. He moves off of your lifeless body and slithers off.

He’s still filled with so much rage. How could you do this to him!? After all his time and effort, after all he’s done, and you didn’t hand over the plates.

He sits alone in his den, far away from the clans and village, isolating himself. His anger had died down hours ago, yet he doesn’t feel anything.

He feels cold.

Even in his sun bathing spot, he feels a chill prickling inside him.

His mind refuses to let go of the pained expression on your face, or the tears you shed.

Volo hisses at himself, thinking of you like this is foolish.

You looked so hurt and betrayed.

You shouldn’t have gotten in his way then!

The twitches you body gave, like you were desperately trying to move.

Did you want to hold him? Or continue hitting him?

The taste of your blood is still in his mouth.

It’s cooler around his den than he remembers.

Looking into the pond next to him, he realizes he’s crying.

But why? He has nothing to cry over!

You were the only person to know where his den is, so he doesn’t have to worry about you telling anyone.

He got rid of something that was in his way!

A sob escapes him before he slams a hand over his mouth.

You’d be here right now, leaning against and chatting away if he hadn’t killed you.

You’d be all snuggled up in his coils, doing your best to annoy him.

You’d be brushing his Pokémon’s fur, and making snacks for them.

He killed you with intent.

He knew what he was doing.

Why is he regretting it?

You’d be keeping him so warm right now.

Why did he kill you?

Why did he kill the one thing that gave him feeling?

Why did he kill the one person that believed in him?

You showed him compassion, and love.

And all he showed you was betrayal.

He can’t hold it back anymore.

Volo falls limp, wrapping his half half around him, coiling into a ball and hiding himself from the world.

Violent sobs wrack through his body, his cries barely muffled by his coils, echoing around his den.

How could he do something so stupid? So reckless?

He pumped your body full with as much venom as he had stored up.

Like an angry brat.

He lays there, wailing, silently pleading for you to come back.

But he knows you never will.

He ruined the chances of that ever happening.

#tw.death #pokemon #pokemon imagines #pokemon x reader #pokémon #pokemon volo #pokemon volo x reader #pokemon angst #pokemon fanfic #legends arceus #hurt/no comfort #we making Volo sad #no happy ending

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fearthetallman · 8 months

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Krang Pie chapter 2

Warnings: angst, panic attacks, light violence

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Chapter 2

It turns out what Mikey was needed for was drawing straws on who was going to fix Dad’s cushion. The short straw ended up with Leo. They all exchanged glances. The winners spoke all at once, overlapping each other.

“We can draw again—" Raph

“I can do it, we don’t need you to—” Mikey

“Get to work, seamstress.” Donnie

The oldest and youngest both turned to Donnie. He blinked. “A seamstress is someone who sews—”

“We know what a seamstress is Donnie!” Raph said.

“Relax,” Leo interrupted. “I can handle fixing a silly little pillow.” He picked it up and fluffed it, pushing some more stuffing out.

Mikey stepped forward. “We can help you out if you need. Put on a youtube video and—”

He waved him off. “Nah. I got this. I’ll head to my room and figure it out. Peace.”

And then he was gone.

"Guys, what are we going to do about Leo?" Mikey asked.

"Let him give his best effort at fixing the tear and then laughing at him when he fails miserably," Donnie offered.

"No, I mean about how upset he is."

"Leo didn't seem upset to me. He's cracking jokes like usual."

"Donnie's right, Mikey," Raph said, shrugging. "Leo wasn't doing anything out of the ordinary."

He tried to ignore the headache and the feeling like he was losing control. "I know he's acting the same, that's the problem. It's been over a year and Leo's barely said anything about his time in the prison dimension. If he was being honest, he would be more upset. Not acting like everything was fine!"

Raph placed a large hand on Mikey's shoulder. "Listen, I know you like reading into things and fixing everyone's problems but sometimes when someone says they’re fine, they're actually fine. If Leo wants to talk, he will."

Even though he was so close, Raph still wasn't getting it. Leo wouldn't ever bring it up because he didn't know how. Raph got angry, Donnie would get anxiety attacks, but all Leo did was shut down. Everyone else exploded out but Leo was imploding. And if they didn't connect with him then he might die.

Mikey tried to say all this but couldn't articulate the words around his tongue. They stuck in his throat and choked him. His eyes burned. But he didn't want to cry right now or fight the explanation, so he just nodded. They agreed to get pizza for supper and Mikey slipped away to his room.

He cast a glance behind him to make sure no one followed him, then turned towards the dresser. The drawer was open, with the magic wand on the floor. His stomach dropped. He looked around but couldn't see it. Had it escaped? Was it wandering around the lair? Just as he went to leave, something knocked into his chest, making him fall. He let out an "oof!"

Before he could recover, the krang who dropped from the ceiling crawled over his chest up to his head. It sharpened its tentacle into a spike and thrust it towards his face. Mikey grabbed it and grappled, the spike so close it was almost touching his eye. With all the strength in his arm, he shoved it backwards. It slid across the floor. As soon as Mikey stood up, it jumped at him again. He kicked it away, knocking it into the wall. If this kept up, he wouldn’t be able to hide it from his brothers. Picking up the dented bucket, he slammed it over the krang.

The lip landed on a tentacle and it shrieked. Despite the confliction he felt at the genuine cry of pain, he pressed in place with his foot. He ransacked his drawers until he found what he was looking for. A small vial of anti-krang. It was all he had available in his room, Donnie holding the rest in his lab. One dose and the krang disappeared for good.

But even as he reached for the paint can, something in his brain stopped him. This krang was like the one that had invaded. It might have the same memories. But more importantly, it could have been in the prison dimension with Leo.

So? His rationale screeched. You still have to kill it before it gets out!

But what if this was his only chance to help Leo?

Against his better judgement, he reached out and grabbed an empty bird cage hidden in a pile of dirty clothes. Carefully, he poured the serum onto the bars. Then he steadied himself with a deep breath. He might only get one shot at this. He lifted off his foot. The krang shot out. Mikey snagged it. Threw it into the cage and slammed the door shut.

“You wretched little--!” It lunged at him in the cage. As soon as its tentacles made contact, they melted, hissing with the heat. It cried out. “What have you done?”

“What I had to do,” Mikey answered, standing up. “You’re not going anywhere now.”

"Coward! You think this dingy little prison will hold me forever?"

"I think it'll hold you long enough for April and Dad to get back. Then we can get rid of you and--" He froze mid-sentence. April had the anti-krang with her. Mikey already used all of his and Donnie held the rest of the supply. Unless he could finesse it away from Donnie without raising suspicions, Donnie would find out. But most importantly, he had no way of killing the krang if he had to.

"Ah, so you have to wait?" The krang grinned as if it read his mind. "Then I hope they hurry back. Your pathetic planet doesn't have any other way to hurt us, does it?"

He crossed his arms, trying to sound more confident than he felt. "I may not be able to kill you, but I can still cut your arm off."

"You don't know, do you? Once I'm in this regenerating phase, every piece cut off of me will split into another krang. We're quite resourceful."

Dang it. He hadn't thought this through. He really hadn't thought this through. Keeping this from everyone was a horrible, stupid idea and he shouldn't have done it. But there was no way to reverse it. Only to push through.

"Last I checked, you're the one locked in a cage," he said, giving it a shake for good measure. The krang squirmed around, fighting to stay away from the bars. "If you answer my questions, I might let you live."

It laughed. "Such an empty threat. Even if it were real, I wouldn't tell a shrimp like you anything."

He ignored the utter irony of that statement. "Fine. Maybe I'll kill you as soon as they get back, but I can still make your life here a nightmare. I can still hurt you." He had no idea how to do that. Unless he had a way to kill the new krang, he couldn't cut him or anything.

"What information do you want from me, turtle? I'm curious, if nothing else."

He hesitated a moment, almost feeling like admitting the truth was falling into a trap. But what else did he have to lose? "I want you to tell me what you did to Leo in the prison dimension."

Once again, it laughed as though he were telling it a joke. But its voice was harsh with anger as it spoke. "That wretched pest was such an annoyance. Tricking me back in there? As much as I hated him, I had to admire his trickery. Even if I did have a way out."

This thing had been here, in their home, growing and waiting for its chance to strike again. He thought he'd managed to leave it in its exile. How naïve. What would have happened if he hadn't found it today? If it had been free to grow until it was big enough to kill them all? He had to kill it now, even if it hurt his brothers. He couldn't risk it anymore.

He turned and strode out to leave.

"Wait. Where are you going?" It sounded peeved that he hadn't reacted to its taunt.

"I'm going to get the rest of the serum and then we're going to kill you." He shouldn't even be talking to it. There was no point.

He expected fear. Terror that it was going to be killed. Anger that its plan was foiled. Anything but what it replied with.

"It's no wonder the krang didn't want to infect you."

He froze. Turned. His heart pounded and his hands trembled. "What?"

"Didn't you notice?" Its smile was smug. "You're the only one we didn't want."

"I don't know what you're talking about."

"First we got the red one. Sacrificed himself for 'duty.' Next was the soft one. Stole my ship by fusing with the krang. And finally your precious little blue. You might have not seen it, but I assure you, the turtle and I got quite well acquainted. You're the only one who escaped with your mind never attached to the krang. Do you really think that was a coincidence?"

He turned around. "You infected anyone you could. I was just smart--" lucky "--enough to avoid you."

The krang rolled its eyes in an almost human fashion. "Yes, we made some mindless soldiers, but you all were different. The krang doesn't just overwhelm you with our massive power. We force the weak into submission, but we corrupt the powerful. It's why we used your tank of a brother. He was too powerful to waste on trivial things like infecting."

It was trying to get inside his head. Buy time for its life. Mikey was gullible. He had to be on his guard. The krang were powerful.

But had they ever been liars?

"Even now, the remnants of krang courses through their veins. They may have escaped our physical grasp but I assure you they will never break away from the psychological damage." Its mouth twisted into a cruel grin. "Especially not Leo."

A memory played in his mind without any coercion. One night, Mikey had woken with a full bladder after drinking too much water before bed. He'd been on a hydration kick. Usually he slept through the night, but this time his body had been too insistent. Barely awake, he stumbled from the bathroom back to his bed. A scream froze him and jolted his brain awake. It came from the kitchen.

He hurried over, pausing in the doorway when he saw Raph and Leo huddled over Donnie. Donnie was hyperventilating, shaking and trying to claw at his back. Raph held both of Donnie's hands away from his softshell.

"It's on me, it's on me, it's on me, I can still feel it on me, get it off!" Donnie cried.

Mikey rushed forward but Leo's words stopped him dead.

"Quiet, Donnie, we don't want to wake Mikey."

That's when he knew this wasn't the first time. Raph stopped Donnie from hurting himself while Leo soothed him, reassuring him over and over it wasn't real and he was fine. Mikey hid behind the wall, their voices still floating through. Donnie eventually broke down crying, apologizing for losing control through fitful sobs.

"It's okay, Donnie," Raph said. "We know next week it's probably going to be one of us."

He ran off before they could discover him. Even though he laid in his bed that night, he couldn't sleep. Mikey had always been a deep sleeper. Was that why they never told him? Were they just trying to let one of them get whatever rest they could? Or was there a bond his other brothers had?

They'd all been through the same traumatic battle. None of them had denied or ever treated Mikey like he'd been through less. But what if there was something he just wouldn't understand? Something that, despite all his empathy and ability to understand others, he would never truly know? What if being violated by the krang was something you had to experience to understand just how much you'd lost?

He snapped back to the present, to the abomination that sat before him at his mercy. The thing had taken so much from his brothers. Mikey knew he may never fully realize their pain. Not unless he let the krang take something from him, too.

That's when he knew what he had to do. He had to do whatever it took to protect his brothers.

Even if that meant facing this monster alone.

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#shoutout to the starfish for the regeneration idea #rottmnt #rottmnt krang #krang pie #save rise of the tmnt #rise mikey

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