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beaker1636 · 3 months

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The Scavenger Hunt - Clue 1: Where We First Met

“Hey, thank you for helping me today with this project I am working on… actually, I lied to you and in all actuality I am here to help you with a project that you have to do today. I’m sorry I am making you get up so early but there is a lot for us to do today and I wanted to make sure that you have time. Go put on this dress and your jacket, plus some comfortable shoes because we are going to be busy almost all day,” you sister says.

She all but shoved her way into your house today, telling you that you need to stop moping over Ricky being gone and get out of the house to do something with her. And while you are really confused, can’t figure out what the fuck is going on or what project she might be talking about you doing, but you know that telling her no is never an option and she will get her way, so you let out a defeated sigh before stepping into your bedroom to get changed into the dress that she gave you with.

When you walk back out she has a big smile on her face, pulling you into a hug before letting go and looking at you. “Okay, let me do your hair and make up first, make you adorable and then we will be on our way. I promise this will all make sense soon, just trust me okay?”

“Yeah, okay,” you conceded, taking a seat where she wants you at and letting her begin to curl your hair for you.

“I wonder what is up with Rick today, usually he sends me a good morning message when he is gone by now, and I haven’t gotten one today,” you say softly, trying to make conversation with your sister.

She pauses her movements for a second, making you glance at her before she starts working on your hair again, wanting to keep you from figuring out that something is up and that’s why he didn’t.

“I bet he just slept in after a late night, it is only 8 in the morning,” she says quickly, almost too quickly. Something is up, you may not know what but you can tell that something is going on.

“What are you hiding from me?” You ask her, trying to use your stern voice but she just ignores you, humming and pretending to not hear you speak. You want to question her, but you know that she wouldn’t tell you unless she is ready so instead you just sit there in the quiet.

“When does he come home again? It is coming up soon isn’t it?” Kayla asks you, the silence starting to bother her and she is worried if she doesn’t keep talking that she might spill something she shouldn’t to you.

“Tomorrow, I am so ready. It has been months since he has been home this time, I miss him so much. You’d think it gets easier the more we are together but it never does,” you say sadly, glancing down for a moment to regain your composure. “He’s worth it though, really.”

“Yeah, I must say he treats you well which is all that matters,” she squeezes your shoulder softly before moving so she can start on your makeup.

Within a couple minutes she is done and you move to get your jacket out of your room, wanting to stay warm in the cool spring weather while you do whatever it is you are doing, you aren’t too sure what that is supposed to be but she’s gotta tell you soon right?

When you step back out into the living room she is standing there, holding a rose out towards you with a smile on her face.

“This is for you, and the note with it will explain everything, I promise. Now why don’t you read it so that we can get going, I’m getting impatient but I promised I would make sure you look nice for this,” she says, almost giggling like a toddler as she hands you the rose and a letter with a smile.

My Personal Nancy Drew,

I know that by now you are confused, trying to figure out what Kayla is up to as she gets you dressed and ready for the day. Hopefully she has not spilled it by now, I am going to assume she didn’t.

Let me start by saying that you will see me when you finish your scavenger hunt, that you will find me at the end when you find all the clues and solve the puzzles that I have left for you at each location. I know that you love having to figure things out, which is why I always joke that you are my personal Nancy Drew, so I have left a trail of clues for you and you have to figure them out so you know where to go next. You will know that it is right when you tell someone the correct thing, and they give you your next rose with the next clue.

Each rose will have something that I love about you tied to the stem so that when you are done, you have 12 reasons why I love you and a note, carrying you on to the next place. Some clues may be easier than others, but I am hoping that as you go through the puzzles that you will enjoy the walk down memory lane that they give you.

So to get started it will be simple, where did we first meet? When you get there you need to find a special, and if you tell the lady at the counter the correct one she will give you the next clue. I know that one is easy, but you will have to search to find out what the correct special is, and I know once you do that you will be able to tell that it is correct.

So get on your way, start your adventure and I will see you soon, but hopefully not too soon.

I love you,

Ricky.

You look down at the rose, looking at the little tag on the stem that reads “I love how you always support me and my dreams, many times in ways that I could never imagine you would.”

You turn and look at your sister with a smile, giving her a hug to thank her for her part in this, though you are unsure how much of a part she actually has in this. But the fact that she is taking part in it, that she is helping with this means a lot to you, more than she probably knows.

“Thank you, I know where we need to go. Are you ready?” You ask her, moving to grab your purse before the two of you leave.

“Of course I am, if you know where we are going,” she says with a smile, following you out of the door, both of you going to her car. “We need to go to the Blackbird Coffee House, that is where we met the first time.”

“Did you two bump into each other or something that day? All I remember is you told me about this beautiful man that you met,” she teases, as she begins the short drive to the coffee shop that you told her to go to.

“Yeah, so I was sitting at a table reading and he noticed the book I was reading and asked me a question about it. We wound up talking for almost an hour before we realized how long it had been. We exchanged phone numbers and stayed in contact, mostly about books at first until we were hanging out one night and he finally told me that he really liked me and asked me on a date. I had no clue that studying at the coffee shop would have ever led me to meet someone but I am glad it did,” you said with a smile. Remembering that day dearly, one of the best days of your life if you were being honest.

“Maybe I shouldn’t have asked, I didn’t expect the answer to be so sickeningly sweet. Gross. Anyways, we're here. Let’s go in and figure out what the special he is talking about is,” she says, shutting the car off before you both get out.

When you walk in you are greeted with a smile by the barista at the counter, which you return before your eyes scan the specials board. Trying to find anything that catches your eye on it, that might make sense of a clue. A few moments later you realize that some letters in the specials list are a different color and when you put them all together they spell Ricky Special.

You turn towards the barista, a smile on your face as you ask her for the Ricky Special.

“I was wondering when you would show up and ask for it, these are for you. And what can I get you to drink ladies, I was told to make sure you both have a drink before you leave, on the house. What would you like?” She smiles as she hands you the rose with a piece of paper.

You let her know what you want when you start to read the tag on the rose, this one reading “I love that you comfort me like you do, make all my problems melt away while with a simple hug.”

The barista hands you both your drinks as you sit down on the table so that you can read the letter that was left here for you to your sister, tell her what the next clue is.

Baby,

You figured out the first clue, I am so proud of you but you are only just beginning.

It only made sense to start you here, because this is where our story started. Where we first met each other. When I had to leave and get back on the bus because we were starting tour I already knew that you were it for me. You can ask the boys, I told them all about what you looked like and how we talked about the book that day. I’m pretty sure they wanted to kill me, but they dealt with it.

We spent that entire tour talking, getting to know each other. I was so glad when you agreed to go for a walk with me when we finished that tour a month and a half later, I knew that I was going to ask you on a proper date that night after I told you how I felt about you, and that is where you need to go next. Go to the park where we confessed that we liked each other for the first time. There will be a puzzle set up for you there that will give you the next clue and answer.

I love you and can’t wait for you to keep going, enjoy the weather and the memories.

See you soon,

Ricky

#the scavenger hunt #Bree sucks at fanfiction #ricky olson imagine #ricky olson fanfic #ricky olson fic #ricky olson fluff #ricky olson x reader #ricky olson fanfiction

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readnburied · 5 months

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169 Scavenger Hunt Reading Challenge 2024 — Announcement

As this year draws to a close, it’s time to announce the 169 Scavenger Hunter Reading Challenge 2024. This is a reading challenge which is hosted by me and takes place every leap year. The first one took place in 2020 and 2024 will be a leap year so it’s time for this challenge to appear.

Rules & Levels

The challenge will run from January 1st, 2024 till December 31st, 2024. There’s a list of 169 items given below and your job is to find each item in the books you read. You can find multiple items in one book, or you can choose to read one book per item, that is up to you.

There are levels of accomplishment based on how many items you manage to find in the books you read which are as follows:

Bronze Level: 0 — 52 items

Silver Level: 53 — 91 items

Gold Level: 92 — 169 items

So without any further delay, here is the list of items you need to find for the 169 Scavenger Hunt Reading Challenge 2024.

169 Scavenger Hunt Reading Challenge 2024

wristwatch

Scarf

Mason Jar

Ticket

Fuse

Guitar

Rocking Chair

Rock

Picture Frame

Fireplace

Moon

Calendar

Duffel Bag

Boarding Pass

Star

Plate

Ceiling Fan

Coffee Cup

Barista

Sparrow

Bottle

Soda

Egg

Mascara

Strobe Lights

Martini

Leaf

Stethoscope

Squid

Dagger

Blue Car

April

Bow

Cat

Tapestry

Bookshelf

Pearl

Ice Cream

Christmas Tree

Grandfather Clock

Staircase

Shampoo Bottle

iPhone

Crocodile

Facebook

Winter

Teeth

Pen

Space

Spa

Mouse

Bar Stool

Sculpture

Faucet

Shoe Rack

Tulip

Black Tie

Gym

Flag

Soccer Ball

Halter-Neck Dress

Seashell

Windmill

Selfie

Mahogany

Red Light

Wallet

Brain

Building

Fashion Designer

Chinese Vase

Seed

Hot Chocolate

Envelope

Heart

Herb

Flame

Road

Web

Stitch

Music Notes

Chocolate

Sling

Bracelet

Bell Boy

Shovel

Racket

Flip Flops

Fireworks

Waffles

Frosting

Condensation

Sticker

Headline

Tea

Folder

Salt

Soap

Pipes

Tiles

Raindrop

Brick

Gravel

Cloud

Teardrop

Ring

Speaker

Balloon

Basketball

Marble

Pestle

Parsley

Tracks

Ice Cube

Pouch

Comforter

Fridge

Rainbow

Highlighter

Bulb

Earthquake

Lamp

License

Diploma

Gown

Tunic

Wand

Boots

Lighter

Laptop

Socks

Foam

Dolphin

Grass

Helicopter

Skyscraper

Credit Card

Boat

Camp

Hat

Invite

Vampire

Syringe

Coat

Switch

Twig

Bag

Bulldozer

Couch

Pizza

Hot Air Balloon

Keychain

Charm

Medicine

Tweezers

Fountain Pen

Pirate

Treasure Chest

Mist

Instrument

Carton

Moisturizer

Baloney

Fish

Sweater

Cabinet

Air

Popsicle

So here is the list of all the items you need to find to complete this reading challenge. I hope you find it interesting and wish to participate. If you do, feel free to comment down below and if you can’t or don’t want to comment that’s okay as well. I just hope you enjoy doing the challenge!

Happy Reading!!

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manifestmerlin · 2 years

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Hoho welcome back to part 5 of the @jackplushie automation au ideas!

Pomefiore time! Which means im sorry but spoilery things arent below the cut just because... theres so many of them qiwdqi. This is also gonna be true of the next part with Ignihyde, its just too hard to seperate it out.

Theres very little explict or major spoilers but like. If you put the details and transpose them youll be able to figure it out. (Surprisingly still probably more spoilery than any other dorm is going to be)

So yeah there's some spoilers for the 3rd part of Pomefiore chapter for Vil, slight spoilers for the start and end of chapter 6 for Rook, and spoilers for one specific thing from the middle of chapter 6 for Epel.

(Also this took so much longer than i planned qihdiqh)

EDIT: pssst if you liked this I made a sideblog for twst writing, @scertifiedsavanaclawstan! So go follow me over there!

Pomefiore

Pomefiore Productions is a brand who produces showpieces for commercial use. Bots used as runway models and movie stars, or who are supposed to star in commercials for a company.

Vil is a bot in the Schoenheit line, a set of bots made for use in films.

Prior bots in the line were mostly used AS bots, but Vil's debut role was so emotional and powerful that Pomefiore quickly began setting up more jobs for him.

Vil Schoenheit became a household name quickly, starring in film after film, even getting his own bot assisstant to help him with makeup and clothing.

Then one day it all came crashing down when a new idol bot came out: One Neige Leblanc.

Neige's popularity also began to skyrocket, and more and more roles began to go to him instead of Vil.

Eventually, he's got so little to do that Pomefiore puts him on a 'vacation' in the hopes that he can be brought back later.

Vil has little to do but wander around and stew in his resentment with Rook by his side.

Eventually he found your... quaint living space, and he began spending more and more time around you.

It felt... nice, just to be around you, you were oddly receptive to his presence and his fussing over your appearance.

He appreciated having something to do, someone to work on, since working on himself wasn't... yielding any results. (This increases exponentially once Epel starts living with you and now he's got 2 people to fuss over lol)

Oh, and if you're ever worried about the paparazzi while you're spending time with him, don't! He's much more physically capable than you'd think.

And if someone get's a little tooo crazy? He didn't spend all that time learning about makeup for nothing.

If people who seek to do you harm begin to fall into an eternal sleep, it's nothing for you to worry about.

After all, without you who else is going to *really* appreciate his beauty?

Rook was originally a bot made by a seperate company, and he was popular for hunting. However, yours wound up taking a... different path.

Errors in his programming lead to him getting discarded quickly, and sold to a worker at Pomfiore Productions, who refitted Rook to work as a companion for their newest Actor bot, a role Rook took to very well.

He was incredibly quick to identify areas of improvement, faster than even the actor bot himself.

That's not to say he's completely changed his behavior of course, he still enjoys people watching, and he loves watching gladiatorial matches almost as much as movies.

In fact as part of his original purpose he's fitted with small, long-range trackers he can affix to his targets, which he does. A little too frequently all things considered

A odd thing happened though when he was walking with Vil one day during the latter's vacation, one of his long dead trackers began pinging him again.

He was originally just going to leave it alone until after his walk, but Vil wasn't actually doing anything and so he tagged along.

The tracker had been placed on your little kitty bot. And it lead the pair straight to your home.

Rook, like Vil, loves staying over at your place inbetween people watching (unless you've got a lot of other bots at home in which case good luck getting him to leave.)

Of course, thats also in no small part due to you. You'll often feel Rook's gaze burning into the back of your head, and then turn around to see him looking at nothing in particular.

He finds you fascinating, the way you manage your life, the way you accept all the nonsense you're always thrust into. (And possibly all the other bots, despite their damage.)

He often finds himself watching you even when he isn't supposed to be. Following you from the rooftops, or peering at you from around scrap piles.

You have no need to worry of course, he's just keeping an eye on you for your safety, if someone attempts a sneak attack, he'll deal with it without you even noticing.

His eyes will always be on you.

Epel is a unique case, being a bot that works in a fruit processing wearhouse.

The company is charge wanted to improve their marketing game, so they commissioned Pomefiore Productions to adjust one of their bots to be more photogenic.

Pomefiore created Epel, and he was a hit! Cute as a button and perfect for starring in commercials or being shown to people taking tours of the facilities.

The company ordered a number of Epel bots to staff their various warehouses and one of them, yours, was a little... different.

He was tempermental, hated being complimented on his appearance, and was more prone to lifting boxes himself than transporting it mechanically.

After a particular incident when he threw a box of apples at a tour group, he was thrown out.

It was after this that he came into your life. And BOY is it an improvement to him!

No having to look pretty? No having to put on a show? He gets to just lift things and show off his strength? Oh sweet mercy!

Of course now you have to deal with purple haired always angry bot boy, but hey! It's not that bad! For you...

For anyone else who makes the mistake of cooing over how you managed to get yourself such a rare and cute android... it is pretty bad for them.

If they're lucky they'll wind up losing a few frostbitten fingers... if not...

Well let's just say Epel makes good use of that tech, even if it was originally just made to chill fruit.

(This is all true until Vil shows up. He still doesn't like Vil.)

#twisted wonderland #twst #automation au #vil schoenheit #rook hunt #epel felmier #twst x reader #next up is either lore heavy ignihyde #orrrr i might write that drabble about scavenger and how they met grim #cause i havent talked much about grim until now but i also really want to #but idk if ill do that next or after all the dorms

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bookishlyvintage · 3 months

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Stack Challenge: Scavenger Hunt edition x

Scripty Title: Ever Alice

Face on the Cover: The Forest Grimm

Book by Favorite Author: Warrior of the Wild

Still on the TBR: Death of Jane Lawrence

Flowers on the Cover: Keeper of Lost Things

Letters of my First Name in the Title: Summer of a Thousand Pies

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konigceo · 8 months

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go check out the comments on my ghost smut if u want a lil sneak peek on my next work.. huhu

#lala ⊹˚. ♡.𖥔 ݁ ˖#sending u guys out on a scavenger hunt #simon ghost riley x reader #ghost x reader #simon ghost riley #ghost

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ssreeder · 8 months

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Weirdly enough Sri- one of my favourite things to do is read your comments. Sometimes people will be saying things and I look at it and I'm like wow. I did not pick that up

Dude same. Sometimes people are like THE PARALLELS BETWEEN THIS AND THIS IS AMAZING….!!!

& im like…

#granted i do leave a LOT OF SUBTLE stuff in every chapter #i have foreshadowed so many things #or giggled as I add parallels #idk I think it’s fun to leave little hints like a scavenger hunt #but some things I’m like WOWWWWW IM SOOOOO GOOD…… *nervous laugh*#because seriously I’m not that good at all haha #sometimes I think the readers are smarter than I am lol #thanks for the ask #i enjoy the comments too #i beg for them like my life depends on them haha #liab #ITF #ask

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whatstruthgottodowithit · 2 years

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So, I have an idea, idk if you're familiar with the series Moon Knight?! (or if you want to take this request even 😅)

If you are, I had this idea where the reader would be stuck somewhere in Egypt along with Marc, during a mission, against the reader's will...

And I chose these prompts:

-Reader to Marc: "I know of your reputation all too well.";

-Marc to Reader: "Scream all you want. No one can hear you."

-Steven to Reader: "You're cute when you're angry"

And lastly, Marc to Steven: "Go and live with her, then! See if I care."

Anyways, thank you always ♡

Scarab Hunting

Fandom: Moonknight, Marvel

Pairing: Stephen Grant x Reader, Marc Spector x Reader

Characters: Stephen Grant, Marc Spector, Reader, Moonknight

Word Count: 1036 // Rating: Mature

Summary: Two's company three's a crowd.

Tags/ Warnings: Violence, Implied Violence, Imprisonment, Flirting, Scavenger Hunting, Enemies to Lovers, Stephen Grant x Reader, Marc Spector x Reader, Moonknight, Marvel Moonknight, My Writing, Marvel, Requests, Requested Fic

Notes: Okay so, I'm not 100% sure of all the details but I did a bit of research and tried as best as I could! Hope it's okay, like I said I've never watched it so it might be rubbish ahah [udpated 9/22]

Tags: @h-a-j-i-m-e-ru

The heat was sweltering and Y/N was only getting warmer. The more she fought, the more panic she felt, and the hotter she got. Her bindings were tight to her wrists behind her back and any inch of movement made them tighter and tighter. Finally, she fell back in a slump feeling useless. She was trapped. She couldn’t believe she had been so stupid. She had teamed up with the enemy, trying to get what was rightfully hers. Well, her family’s.

She had met Marc on the hunt and he had promised he could help her find the scarab. And he had. They had been deep in the bowels of the tomb, their path dark and treacherous but she knew where to go. She had a map, a map that had belonged to her father who had walked this path many times before unable to get to the heart of the tomb where the scarab resided. He had been driven mad trying to get his hands on it. And he had never had an assistant who could help. There were traps throughout that no mere mortal was able to navigate. that’s where Marc came in.

He was a unique man. His power was undeniable and Y/N knew her only way into the tomb would be with him by her side. It had worked. They had reached the centre of the tomb and she had finally closed her hands around her long-lost family heirloom, that's when it had all gone dark. As she came too she could feel the throbbing in her head and the sticky coolness of dried blood on her scalp. As her eyes adjusted to the dim lighting she found she was alone. Bound and shut-in with only a sarcophagus for company. Marc and more importantly the scarab was gone. She had been conned. And now she was going to die.

Tears stung her eyes as reality started to set in. How was it going to happen? Overheating? Starvation? Dehydration? Either way, it was going to be pretty.

But then there was a crash from the other side of the stone doorway. Shouting echoed through the chamber though she couldn't tell who was speaking or what they were saying

‘Help! In here help! Please help me!’ she screamed. The stone door grinded as it slid open. And then there he was Marc. He appeared, dishevelled and distressed. ‘Scream all you want, no one’s gonna hear you,’ Marc chuckled as he walked in. ‘What are you doing here?’ ‘Save the questions for after sweetheart, I’m here to rescue you. And then you’re gonna help me not die,’ Marc said coming forward to reach for her bindings but Y/N moved so they were out of his way. ‘You left me for dead and now you want me to help you?’ she scoffed. ‘What makes you think I abandoned you?’ Marc said. ‘I know of your reputation all too well,’ she spat. ‘Don’t bet on that. Besides even if I did I’m your only shot to not die right now so why don’t you start cooperating,’ Marc grunted as he shoved her over so he could access the bindings. ‘Why should I? You didn’t come back for fun. There’s something afoot and my guess is there’s someone on the other side of that door,’ she said, ‘Precisely, which is why you should start cooperating. I’m not the bad guy here,’ Marc said grunting as he wrenched her tethers apart and off of her body.

Y/N got to her feet quickly but stumbled a little as the blood rushed to her head. The heat and her concussion didn’t mix too well. Marc steadied her but she pulled away.

‘The scarab,’ she said holding her hand out. Marc looked at her with disdain but she continued, ‘whatever you want from me you’re not going to get it without this so…your pick?’ ‘Get us out of here and it’s yours,’ he said with a smile. ‘I’m supposed to believe you?’ she scoffed. ‘It’s your only choice,’ he replied. Y/N waited for a moment and then nodded and asked to be filled in on the situation. Marc explained that he had become stuck fleeing the tomb, the twists and turns too hard to navigate without her deep knowledge and to make matters worse there were cult members working their way in from the main entrance. ‘And you want me to what magic a way out?’ she snapped. ‘You and I know there’s definitely another way out of here just find it,’ he retorted. Y/N scowled at him and headed out the way he had come in. She didn’t have her map anymore, it had been taken whilst she was out, but she tuned into the memories of her past and followed the route she knew would get them out. Marc led with her direction listening and following her instructions regarding traps. It took a while but they finally managed to get to a small door at the end of a long tunnel. It was barely one stone thick.

‘You’ll never get through there,’ Y/N said. Marc looked at her livid. ‘I said get us out of here,’ he snapped. ‘I got us an exit,’ she replied, ‘you’ll have to figure it out.’ ‘Oh I can figure it out,’ he said. Soon enough he pushed the brick out of the way and Y/N clambered through the hole into the hot arid desert. She was out all of three seconds when he came out. Different. His clothes hung off of him now and he seemed almost smaller in stature.

‘You’re-’ ‘Stephen. Stephen Grant,’ Stephen said. ‘Marc-’ ‘Is me. It’s complicated,’ Stephen said. ‘You’re still the same person. And you still left me for dead,’ Y/N said. ‘And you’re cute when you’re angry,’ Stephen said. Y/N’s face fell into a scowl and without another word, she turned away and started walking out into the scorching desert. Stephen looked at his watch and saw Marc in its reflection.

‘You’re cute when you’re angry? What are you doing? She’s not your friend and she’s still got the scarab!’ he snarled. ‘She saved our arse,’ Stephen said, ‘besides we need her. Like you said she holds the cards now.’ ‘Suck up. Fine, go and live with her then! See if I care,’ Marc said. Stephen sighed and then started following her footprints in the sand.

#Violence #Implied Violence #Imprisonment #Flirting #Scavenger Hunting #Enemies to Lovers #Stephen Grant x Reader #Marc Spector x Reader #Moonknight #Marvel Moonknight #My Writing #Marvel #Requests #Requested Fic #scarab hunting

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theblogofdurin · 2 years

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Hello My Beautiful Readers!

We have hit a few big follower mile stones. And I have let them pass quietly as they came because I was in a rough part in my life and I was just not very active on this platform. But on top of all that!

You guys have just have been growing and showing me so much love and support, despite my long writing periods. I am truly so grateful for you! And to show appreciation I have set up this event as a way to connect with you all a bit more.💞💕

400 may seem not a big milestone to everyone, but as someone who really only posts chapters to one series. It's a lot. Especially when you sit back and realize, if I went to a party with 400 people...that's a decent size party.

And we are going to have a party!🥳

As I've stated, I really don't write anything else besides my Cloaked in Green Series. So I'm going to assume the people active in this little game are familar with it and maybe semi-like it.

How does everyone feel about a Virtual Scavenger Hunt?

Rules/instructions for the Scavenger Hunt!

Must have a way to access google forms, I actually suggest opening up the form via desktop and use tumblr via the mobile app. But if you can make it work another way go for it!

All posts tagged under #cloaked in green and #my fun on my page, (@theblogofdurin) will be participating in this hunt.

Don't fret, ^^ all the posts will be linked on the series masterlist, beware, however not all those posts are tagged the same.

There will be 10 riddles given to you on the google form, the answer to the riddles are hidden in my story "Cloaked in Green" , you have to get the first one correct before you can move on to next one.

Each clue unlocks an award. I will eventually release all the awards for the public, but it's only when I reach 600 followers, so you have plenty of time to get bragging rights.

To knew that you have found an answer to a riddle, a ( * ) star or an asterisk. (A Blues clue type thing for all my early 2000's peeps) -Will be next to it or at the beginning or end of that particular sentence.

Please do not comment that you found a clue on that particular chapter. (You will be disqualified.)

I will post the links page that will hold everything to you'll need to start the scavenger hunt, once we officially reach 400 followers.

So till the then, read up! Prepare yourselves!!

Awards:

(These are subject to change)

For answering riddle #2. -> (1.5k+ word one-shot)

For answering riddle #1. -> (dialogue peek)

For answering riddle #3. -> (a spoiler)

For answering riddle #5. -> (1.5k+ word one-shot)

For answering riddle #4.-> (1.5k+. word one-shot)

For answering riddle #6. ->(1.5k+ word one-shot)

For answering riddle #7. -> (Q&A = 3 questions)

For answering riddle #8.-> (1.5k+ word one-shot)

For answering riddle #9.-> (sequel dialogue peek)

For answering riddle #10.-> ( Sneak peek at the finale of Cloaked in Green)

After completing all the questions, there will be an additional 🎉Final Prize for the first 3 people to complete the scavenger hunt.

The first chapters into the sequel perhaps?

Or maybe a major spoiler for the chapters to come?

Or maybe just maybe it's something even bigger!!!

Only those who play along will get the chance to know!

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#the hobbit #cloaked in green #the hobbit fandom #the hobbit fic #thorin x reader #my fun #my followers #follower celebration #scavenger hunt #lord of the rings

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diejager · 5 months

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Saccharine and Monstrosity pt.1

Pairing: Eldritch Horror!König x mermaid!reader

Cw: kidnapping, manipulation, DARK FIC, trap, luring, mention of breeding kink, protective König, mention of partial nudity, hunting, tell me if I missed any. Wc: 4K

I got inspired by @konigsblog ‘s post.

You enjoyed the sun as much as any other betta fish mermaid, laying on the warm rocks and bathing under the bright, yellow sun. You lived in a school of fish that moved near the shores of a tropical island a few generations before, building houses under the coral reef and rocks where newly placed branches would grow and work as a natural shield. The world you lived in - the part of the ocean you called your home - was bright and colourful, the shallow waters clear and gleaming under the warming sun.

You liked all things bright and colourful, either big or small, you decorated your part of the cave with things you found while swimming around your territory. Be it a golden coin shining on the ocean floor, or a shard of coloured glass, you picked it all up and stuck it around your room. Sometimes, you found pretty things near the limits of your home, and other times, you ventured closer to the edge of the darkness when something shiny caught your attention.

Over the ridge of sand that drew the start of the darkness, that deep and menacing slope down to the deepest part of your ocean, where darker, meaner and cruel beings born of cruelty and madness lived. It was somewhere all mers were warned of, to stay far away from the darkness and never stray from the light that fed and protected you. You thrived in the light, your body absorbing the warmth from the sun that made your scales vibrant and feeding from the fauna and flora that lived beside you: seaweeds and small fishes.

Your kind grew up with stories of horrifying monsters and cruel creatures that lived in that abyss, lingering near the shallow to catch a pretty, little mer for their hoard. Whatever became of the taken was still unknown, once a mer was taken by One, no one would hear from them from then on. Your parents had warned you about straying too close from the shallow, daring fate when you swam over the ridge to collect those pretty gems you fancied so much.

“Don’t worry,” you’d grin at her, fins flickering behind you. “I’m a fast swimmer, mom!”

You were a fast swimmer, slipping between rocks and corals, hands cradling your little shells while you fled from the dark, twisting over the ridge and vanishing between the corals. That’s what you did most days, picking up people’s trash to make it your treasure, fingers cleaning the sand off the holes and crevasses before sticking them to your walls. You also tinkered with metal creations you found, a silver fork or a rusted-looking instrument.

Granted, you joined in hunts, catching sardines and herrings, claws digging into its scaled bodies and teeth ripping into its flesh, the only other taste being sea salt, or bathed under the sun, but you preferred scavenging for loot. Although mers hunted alone, most found it easier to do it in groups, swarming shoals of fish and catching in a group of a dozen at a time for your little colony. So when you were fed and rested, you were back out, treading the line between the shallow and the abyss.

You swam slowly, head turning left and right for anything that would catch your attention, for that small glint hidden under a thin veil of sand or a long metallic object sticking out from the ground. You already had a few things in your arms, a few shells, human objects thrown overboard or floated into the sea, and small treasures: white pearls. You picked things up from both sides, mind in a comfortable and pleasant space, prideful of your catch so far that you were oblivious of the eyes following your colourful body.

His pale eyes wandered over your puffy cheeks and sweet lips, those squinted eyes in mirth as you searched for more. He went down the curve of your shoulders and the swell of your breasts, perky nipples covered by pretty shells, over your soft stomach and that bright, colourful tail of yours that first caught his attention. Every scale glistened under the sun, reflecting the light on the sand while you swam, your fins curving with the twist of your tail.

You were the prettiest thing he’d ever seen, an angel collecting treasure, just like he did. He saw the batch in your arms, clutched between your breasts when you dove to pick something up on his side. You were as adorable and innocent as you were pretty, your action oblivious of his predatory eyes, dipping into his territory without fear of retribution on his part. He liked that bold and daring attitude of yours, fitting for someone so courageously bright and flashing your bold colours to him.

If he were to drop something closer to him, would you still swim towards it or ignore it for something closer to the ridge? If he hid until you were close enough, would he be able to wrap his limb around you? To feel your soft skin and coarse scales under his slimy arm. He was glad he decided to hunt today, searching for both prey - mer or fish, he isn’t picky about what he ate - and treasure. Hidden under a couple of tentacles, he dropped a golden coin a few feet away from him, his veil and the darkness helping him hide from your sight.

His heart soared when he saw your eyes widen, a smile curling at the corners of your lips when you saw his little coin, diving towards him with enthusiasm. You were so close to him, hand stretching to grab the object with small, clawed fingers. When you held it in your hand, appraising it, he felt pride bubble in his chest, rising to his mind as he took this occasion to get his arm around you. You flinched when he wrapped the tip of his tentacle around your tail, squirming around in terror. In a panicked struggle to escape him, you dropped everything you’d collected and fled from him with a cry.

He watched you swim away from him through saddened eyes, hearing the thudding from the things you dropped, even the coin he gifted you. His eyes never left your fleeing body until you jumped over the edge, your tail the last thing he saw in that moment of self-deprivation and sadness. He hoped you’d come back, forgetting the fear of his sudden attention and daring fate once more.

He came the next day and the day after that, but you weren’t there, your precious smile and happy eyes were a memory in his mind, a fleeting moment in his gloomy world. He came back every day, hiding in the darkness, on the line between pitch darkness and light shading. He wished you were there every day, his eyes bleeding with optimism and hope for a single smidgen of bright colours.

He hadn’t seen you in the following week. His shoulders slumped and caved into himself in sadness every time he came by, his blue eyes dulling bit by bit, that hopeful thinking drowning under realistic thinking and a pessimistic mind. Then he caught a glimpse of colour against the white sand. Before long, he saw arms filled with shiny items, trailing nearer to your side than his, but still chasing for treasures.

If he wanted to approach you, to touch your soft-looking skin and run his arms over your scaled tail, he’d have to find a way to lure you in. He watched you the first few days, his tentacles curling on itself and burying himself in the sand, the hundreds of suckers searching for buried treasures to leave for you. When you turned your back to him, his unwinding arm left the things he found near the ridge for you to find and take. Little gifts for you, courting gifts he left and gifted you in an attempt to woo you.

You were skittish and fleeing but took all his gifts with shaky smiles and grateful eyes, you knew he gave them to you. Of course, you did, you were his brave and smart little mermaid, approaching his offerings with apprehension - he felt hurt you feared and got nervous around him, but he understood you, his kind ate yours - and scanned the sand around you for any danger before crossing the line. He felt giddy when you added them to your stack, his mind-blowing with dreams and thoughts of you decorating your little cave with the things he gave you. On the ceiling, against the wall and on the ground or surfaces, you would use the things he gave you for your home.

It sent him up the walls of his caves with joy and excitement, his limbs curling to rearrange his home to prepare for you, to accommodate your arrival to his big, lonely home.

It took a week or two - or so he thought, his perception of time was and had always been warped in some way - before you became comfortable enough to approach him, to let him curl his slimy tentacle around your tail and up your body. He could finally feel you and it made him ecstatic - he was over the moon every time he got to touch you. Little pokes, fleeting squeezes and feathery bites from his suckers on your flesh, all things he let himself taste before your coupling. A coupling between the prettiest and the cruellest beings in the ocean would unwind the seams that made your worlds, pulling the string that separated the beauty and the beast in this cursed universe.

Granted, you hesitated to cross into the pitch darkness of the abyss, dancing just a few inches from his abode with an armful of trinkets from König. Your slow and steady breath, words you blessed him with when you muttered to him, calling out to know if he was there and your grateful grin were a common, yet welcome sight in his daily swim. While a bit reluctant to join him on the other side, you eventually swam across, your eyes melting into the black before you. You were unseeing as much as you were blind, if not for the guiding palm of the Eldritch creature that you befriended and the shine of treasure you saw around him.

You wished you could see anything but the gleam of treasure and the black mist of the abyss, your hand wandered over his, searching for his body, to feel the one who’s been gifting you treasures. Your fingers trailed upwards, feeling the tightness of his muscles, the curves and hardness of his arms were sinful. You truly wished you could see him at this moment, but you kept at your advance, clawed fingers moving slowly with unbridled curiosity. When you reached his broad shoulders and well-pronounced chest, it rumbled, a purr coming from König. Its deep sound shook you with need, your tail enthusiastically moving back and forth as you listened to him.

“Are you happy, Schatz?”

His voice was even better than his soft purrs, in a way that made you want to melt into his arms and never bother moving if he kept talking to you, the sound of the creature that gave you gifts and affection. König’s spine-chilling voice seemed like a mix of many voices, both soft and raspy, and both deep and smooth, but it was something you enjoyed, that you found yourself liking a bit too much.

“Yes,” you breathed, eyes travelling skyward, towards the source of his voice.

Your breath caught in your throat, choking a gasp at the prettiest blues you’d seen staring down at you. They were majestic, gem-like with a pretty sheen that made them glow like a beacon of light. You wondered why you’d never seen them, seeing how bright his eyes were. They lit up his face, or the veil he wore over his face, showing the pale streak of makeshift tears down the incision he made for his eyes. You shamelessly admired him, unbothered by the lost puppy-like stare you gave him in your glowing beauty.

You’d crossed a threshold, where a creature of light never dared to cross, stepping into the arms of an Old One and embracing their madness. Although you were oblivious to his intentions, the loud proclamation of his courting rituals and attempts of crying out his love - the Old One’s rituals and cultures were much of a mystery to those who didn’t study them, much of a taboo for anyone outside of delusion and greed - he hadn’t refrained from his deliberate show that would be nearly shameful and embarrassing to others of his kind.

Some wouldn’t bother with such frivolous acts: confessions from the deepest part of their dark soul, proclamation of love and undying adoration, or having to scavenge for gifts - offerings - to the subject of their attention. His kind took and took, reaching for that small glimmer of hope and beauty and corrupted it, bending it to their liking and building something from the ashes. It wouldn’t - would never - be the same as they were before, but that was how the Old Ones liked it: control, corruption, ruin, madness and power.

König wouldn’t do that, he wanted to cherish you, add to what you were and watch it bloom like those bioluminescent creatures in the abyss; even against his creator’s wishes. He’ll put you on the highest pedestal he has, eternally imprinting the image of you as his most precious treasure into his mind. You’ll be a thing of miracles, a thing of blessings, a thing of new beginnings. He wanted all and everything with you, but he’d have to take it slow, to coax you into this redundant pattern that ensured your trust and comfort and have you follow him of your own volition.

He doesn’t mind waiting, he’s had hundreds of years of sitting and waiting, patience was a virtue he grew to learn, to hold in his giant palm and clutch like a gift from the ever-growing, chaotic universe. He can wait and plan, so he will, König will lay down his plan and wait until he can bring it to reality.

Wait he did, for you to grow comfortable enough to follow him deeper and let him pull you in from your side. It took you a month of back and forth, squirming around your infatuation with König and exchanging trinkets, words and fleeting kisses with him. He adored your little giggles when he traced your sides with a bolt tentacle, curling under your plush tits and the tip sliding under your strap. He loved the pretty shells you gave him, cleaned from sand and any barnacles, it showed him how much time you spent on it for him. His heart bloomed and swelled to impossible heights when you pecked his lips, giving him shy and gentle kisses that he grew addicted to.

You were so sweet and so soft, your lips the taste of heaven for a creature of madness. Your hands were gentle like a cool balm over a burn, soothing his wild thoughts. Your little gifts for him - reciprocating his affection - were currently the most important things in his cave, a sign of your love and devotion. It made him wonder what would you let him do once you gave yourself to him. Would you succumb to the everlasting pleasures he could give you, or would you demand to help him take care of his own in a mutual haze? He couldn’t help himself, letting his chaotic mind conjure the most absurd and erotic dreams, his body vibrating with excitement; and now, at the peak of your trust in him, he watched his plan - a well-placed trap - come to fruition.

“Come, Schatz,” he beckoned you forward, his burly arm stretching to coax you to follow him, holding out his open palm to you. “I have something I want to show you. Pretty things.”

Without a thought, to question his intentions or to ask why he couldn’t have bought them for you like he usually did, you took his hand and let his fingers curl over yours, intertwining your smaller digits to his as he pulled you to his chest. His embrace was as safe and pleasant as the last one - yesterday - and caused a flurry of emotions to erupt in your chest, he was warm in the cool darkness, loving in all the ways you could think. You could close your eyes and imagine a smile rippling across his face with joyfully squinted eyes peering down at you.

Held against his chest, his other arm wrapped around your waist with a firm squeeze of his hand where your skin turned to scales. He whispered sweet promises, words of encouragement to see the way to his home and excited explanations of what awaited you. Pretty things, he said, you knew what he meant - at least you think you did - you shared much in common, and pretty things were something you both agreed on: shiny metals, interesting trinkets, shimmering shells or finely-minted coins. All things humans valued before throwing away; one man’s trash is another man’s treasure.

How unfortunate that you couldn’t see in the dark, yet how fortunate you wouldn’t know the way back, it was something he relied on heavily to keep you, if you didn’t know how to navigate in this utter blindness, there were no risks of you trying to escape his caring hand. You were smart, you wouldn’t simply venture off without knowing where to go and how to see, especially with how vast his territory was and how dangerous it was. He shared his home with other simple-minded animals, sharks, fishes, eels and any other abyssal creature that lived and depended on the dark to live.

Your innocent curiosity about the things he deemed pretty enough to hoard made his heartbeat, that addicting feeling he got from touching you, kissing you and speaking to you. Even if the deeper he went, the colder it became, you never once complained, your wide eyes and grinning face were the only thing you gave him. He was truly relieved to know that you were patient and understanding of his home, not one hiss or pout while you shook and clung to him, depending on him for warmth. He liked that, to see you rely on him so much.

“We’re here, mein Liebling,” he hushed, cradling your face as he dove down, through the entrance of his cave. He shielded your fragile body with his many arms, protecting you from the rush of water current flowing against him. He chose this one to build his nest, using the strong current as a natural barrier against weaker creatures.

When the waters calmed to a still, he loosened his hold on you, unravelling his arms to let you explore the many passages and alcoves in his home. To accommodate you, he strung up bioluminescent flora, using them as light to find your way around, with silken algae over a few rocks to mimic the beds mers slept in and a few other things that he thought you’d need: a mirror, a few floating plants to add to its mystical beauty and clusters of soft materials in nearly every room.

He let you wander, your tail flapping back and forth to lead you down the long hall and explore the many rooms. He used a room to sleep, one as a pantry and storage, and another one to hold his hoard, but he had a lot of empty and unused space, more than enough for you and your children to thrive. He wanted to let you roam at your own pace, but he had something to show you, something he was proud of making.

He pulled you from your little cloud of joy, wrapping an arm around you, his sticky suckers latching onto you as he coaxed you his way. Only then had you taken the time to admire König under blue light, cheeks warm with a burning flush and doe-like eyes staring at the naked expense of his hard abdomen, stomach sculpted to perfection that had Adonis shying away. His arms were big and round, muscles straining the scarred skin with delicious appeal.

Downwards, following the sharp dip of his navel, were dozens of dark tentacles lined with round, pulsing suckers. Like an octopus, they were covered in a slimy sheen, every limb flexible and able to move independently. The lower ones were thick and soft, acting as a cover for whatever he hid beneath them, while some were thinner, whose source came from under his veil. Those, however, were a mix of normal and horrific tentacles, some had eyes replacing the usual suckers, tinted in the same colour as his irises, that glowing, pale blue.

It made your body heat up, fingers tingling with nerves - or was it? When faced with something you found appealing, it’d be natural to feel flustered, no? König thought so, that’s how he spent the first days reacting to you, heating up to a bothersome flush to everything you did. He watched your awed stare, that daydreaming haze in your eyes when you looked him over, his whole body clear under the gentle light in his cave.

“This way.”

Without making your gaze leave his figure, he drew you in, heading towards his biggest room where he caught and strung everything to fit his pleasure and mood. It was somewhere deeper into the system with walls strong and sturdy, and the round ceiling higher than the other rooms. On one side was a pile of golden objects of all shades, light yellow to a darkish gold, nearly bronze; on the other was a mix of pretty silver things and metallic black objects, rusted by age and the salty ocean; and on another, the smallest of them all, comprised of a few dozens of colourful shells and corals frozen in time that you’d given him.

He saw your chest expand, your smile growing brighter and brighter at the pile of gifts you gave him, your bubbly laugh as you swam towards it, twirling around it proudly. You looked around the room, admiring his large collection and how it seemed to spill down every pile in an attempt to reach the other one, forming a protective ring around your presents, but always coming back to the bright pink, blue and yellow shells. You were happy and appreciative of the time he spent working and arranging his hoard. If he could, he’d preen and purr to you, to show just how much your proud smile meant to him, watching you appraise his work was satisfying.

He already felt like things were falling into place perfectly, he could see the life he had envisioned with you coming to life, the little intricacies that popped into his mind seeming too appealing. His dreams were slowly becoming a reality, the things that he could only imagine were now tangible to his hands, and the future he salivated at was so, so close that he could sink his teeth into its flesh.

He knew it. He knew it when he watched you swim to him with that big, adorable smile on your face, that it was in his hands. He could see it now, how his lonely cave would be filled with life and laughter, children with a mix of your beauty and his madness chasing one another between the many openings and your round, swollen stomach welcoming another of your children to the world. That was all he could think of while he cradled you in his arms, his tentacles latching to your tail and back.

“You’re happy, ja?”

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somebirdortheother · 10 months

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Also, the novel is Ubik

(and istg I'll also get the fourth lmao)

YESSSSSssss it is!!!

UBIK!

Can't wait for your last answer, because then it means TWO gifts for you!

#reader scavenger hunt #see you how you really are #lady of imladris wins

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verstarppen · 1 month

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I SAW SMTH ABOUT YOU NEEDING LOGAN SMAU IDEAS AND OH BOY DO I HAVE ONE!! So basically, reader is logans childhood best friend. Always loved gymnastics, and logan always went to all of her recitals and big competitions, and she went to all of his karting practices and races. Now they are grown up and reader is a professional gymnast competing in the Olympics for America, and logan is a professional f1 driver. They are still so close, and they have been dating since they were like 16, but none of the f1 world knows that, they just believe they are friends. Reader manages to get gold at the Olympics so logan does a whole ass simp appreciation post hardlaunching their relationship and giving all of their fans whiplash.

summary; logan has a very special helmet reveal on instagram to celebrate your olympics gold metal and a scavenger hunt seems like the appropriate way to reveal it to you

pairing; logan sargeant x fem! olympic gymnast! reader [ no faceclaim ]

a/n; girl who starts breathing like darth vader after three flights of stairs: yeah i can write from an olympic gymnast's pov that's fine; i've also never been in japan so pinterest was my best friend here

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ynusername the feminine urge to walk around tokyo aimlessly

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vertiddieenjoyer your pfp is such a jumpscare please change it

ynusername never. logansargeant Please? ynusername over my dead body

osc_pastry WILLIAMS MISSING IN THE LIKES 💀

olliebearman Congrats on both wins :)

armstrongslayer NAHHHH setbackhamilttel "call an ambulance, call an ambulance- but not for me" julyestie guys stop giggling...we're on a crime scene

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logansargeant Thinking of you. Always.

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oscarpiastri How kind of you

logansargeant 😐

roboclaren WHAT WAS THAT....OKAY....JAMES

haas_shaker i too, think of james vowels always forzapluto NOT AFTER WHAT HE PULLED IN AUSTRALIA

bbglewis do you hear that? the sounds of hundreds of f1 wag accounts STOMPING in your direction

mcmango y/n is punching the floor rn

albon_goated oscar too

pierrette girlfriend reveal when

typicallyleclerc It's gotta be that model Caryl Zarubin? Weren't they spotted together at a restaurant recently? lionkingseb no i think he was there with his best friend and she happened to see them and asked for a picture, they don't follow each other on social media or anything like that so it's unlikely typicallyleclerc Ohh, I didn't know that. Thank you.

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logansargeant I contemplated how to word this for a long time, but I finally feel ready. For as long as I have known you, you've been a pillar of hope. Someone I can count on. Someone who tells the bullies off when I couldn’t. The first person I ran to after getting my first win.

To see you achieve something as great as an olympic gold metal has made me eternally grateful to be called yours. I can’t promise a win anytime soon, let alone a championship, but I can promise to commemorate you while there's still a stage light above me.

Your shine is brighter than any star, but I’ve tried to replicate it. Congratulations on your achievement, love. I hope you like the surprise 😉

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ynusername YOU ABSOLUTE SAP

logansargeant For you? Always 😌

alex_albon @ ynusername Am I forgiven? I helped with the design

ynusername some sins cannot be forgiven so easily, alexander ynusername im joking ofc you're forgiven, it's not humanly possible for anyone to stay mad at you for long

feeltheorange oh so they're...oh

albogeant this is so sweet i think i feel cavities forming

redbullpapaya STOPPPPP

mcmango nevermind, it's just oscar punching the floor rn

albon_goated A WIN IS A WIN

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ynusername more priceless than any medal

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oscarpiastri Okay then, give it to me

ynusername fuck off you can pull it away from my cold dead hands

logansargeant Time to announce the best date competition winner

ynusername you have no competition frederikvestiofficial This couldn't have been more fun than the Ghibli museum :( olliebearman you have to be squidding me oscarpiastri Woomp Woomp arthur_leclerc I would've won olliebearman yeah right olliebearman tuna in next time

ynusername absolutely not, im not doing any more side quests

pic credits; instagram and pinterest

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(uni is draining me save me pookies)

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beaker1636 · 3 months

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The Scavenger Hunt - Ricky Olson Master List and Intro

AN: Enjoy this teaser of a story that I am starting to write, expect nothing but emotional fluff and cuteness!

“Hey Kayla, I need your help with something. But you can’t tell y/n about it, I want your help with proposing to her, call me when you get the chance please,” Rick sends the message to your sister, knowing that if he is going to pull this off how he wants to she needs to help walk you through everything.

You should be able to figure it out yourself but he wants you to have someone to talk the answers through, help you with ideas as you think about what you need to do next. And while his friends are helping him with the rest of it, he needs her help on your end.

About an hour later his phone rings, and when he notices the name on the screen he lets out a sigh before answering, glad that it is Kayla. “Hey, thank you for calling me back. Are you game for helping me?”

“Of course but don’t I have to know what I am helping you with before I can answer for sure?” She asks, teasing the man, but also because she loves getting under his skin. It is something that she has always excelled in, has made it her mission to annoy him as much as she has always done to you… and has succeeded at.

“I want to make it a puzzle, do a scavenger hunt type thing. So you would give her the first rose, which would have a note and clue tied to the stem for her to read. Once she figures out what the first clue is that would lead her to where the next rose is. One of the guys or our friends would be there to give her the next one, and it would continue until she is given the 12th one. The last one would tell her where I am and that would be where I finally ask her. I would like you to stick with her the entire day and not answer her where to go but be there for her to talk the clues out with, to figure out what to do or where to go. Plus you are so close I want you to be part of the day, if I keep you in the loop will you do this for me? For us?” Rick asks, letting out a soft sigh while he listens to your sister's line, which is silent as she processes what he asks.

“I would love to help, you tell me when and where to be and we will do it. That is such a sweet way to ask her, perfect for her as much as she loves figuring puzzles out. She is going to love this, and I would be honored to have a part in this. Let me know what all you need help with and I will get started with it,” your sister answers, even though Rick can’t see it he knows that there is a huge smile on her face. Your entire family has been pressuring him for a while to ask you, so he knows that she is excited about this.

Now to figure out the exact details of each of his clues and get everything into place so that he can act on this and finally ask you to marry him.

The First Clue- Where We Met

The Second Clue- Confessions

The Third Clue- Our First Date

The Fourth Clue- Our First Kiss

The Fifth Clue - First I Love You

The Sixth Clue - Where I Met Your Family

The Seventh Clue - Where You Met The Guys

The Eighth Clue - Our First Goodbye

The Ninth Clue - Where We Adopted Our First "Child"

The Tenth Clue - Our Favorite Date Location

The Eleventh Clue - Where You Met My Family and The Final Piece

The End

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xoxomoonlightxoxo · 5 months

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Peaches & Cream | Masterlist

➪ Pairing: jungkook x female reader

➪ Synopsis: You're his Peaches and he is your Pretty boy. It's all very simple until the fear of commitment kicks in. How does one maintain a safe distance when it's Jungkook? The gestures might be sweet and naive but the heat between us is almost suffocating.

➪ Genre: college love, strangers to friends to lovers, undefined relationship, commitment issues, fear of abandonment, angst, slow burn, plot twist

➪ W/c: 31.5k

➪ Playlist (Spotify) *Note: There are 17 songs, one for each chapter

➪ Sequel: Somewhere Between Hello and Goodbye

Chapter 1: The Night Before I Met You - 1.9k

Chapter 2: Hey Flip Flops - 1.4k

Chapter 3: Nursing Buddies - 1.3k

Chapter 4: Let Me Make It Up To You - 1.2k

Chapter 5: Fever - 1.4k

Chapter 6: You Can Be My Baby For Tonight - 1.6k

Chapter 7: Clinging Onto Me - 1.6k

Chapter 8: Safe Escape - 1.6k

Chapter 9: Almost Had You - 1.6k

Chapter 10: Scavenger Hunt - 2.3k

Chapter 11: Tell Me To Stop - 2k

Chapter 12: Purple Marks - 1.7k

Chapter 13: Company - 1.5k

Chapter 14: Mental Picture - 1.8k

Chapter 15: You Don't Want Me? - 2.6k

Chapter 16: Peaches and Cream - 2.7k

Chapter 17: Ruin Our Friendship - 2.9k

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eupheme · 5 days

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— below the belt [into the fire, part iv]

part i | part ii | part iii | masterlist

cooper howard / the ghoul x f!reader

rated e - 4k

tags: dubcon, power dynamics, vault dweller!reader, bounty hunting, sex for favors, sub/dom elements, brief somno, fingering, light degradation, oral (f & m), light ass play, hair pulling, swallowing, miscommunication, cooper is a diiiccckk, canon-typical violence and death

a/n: just a small warning there’s very brief references about pregnancy and infertility in this, in reference to reader’s vault (in regards to other members)

“I don’t think I‘ve ever been more desperate. Told myself I’d do anything to make sure they didn’t find me.” A small smile, then - as you remember, "But then I found you, and..."

As you turn, you notice he's gone still. Hat tipped down low, a guarded look as the pink of his tongue slips across his teeth.

"Huh. Should've known." He muses - voice slow and rough, "Think I'm startin’ to put things together."

(Or - you open up, and things don’t go as planned)

There’s a pressure at your hips. Something nudging your thighs apart, strong and solid. The ghost of fingertips at the hem of your shirt, pushing the fabric up.

You stir in your sleep, the dark room swimming. Jerking awake at the press of something against your core - a hand splayed across your lower back, pinning you down.

A snarl in your throat, as you try to twist away.

“Easy there, you lil’ yao guai.” The Ghoul’s voice cuts through the dark, and with it - you feel your muscles start to ease.

“What are you doing?” You croak sleepily.

“Takin’,” He husks - teeth biting into the leather of his gloves, tearing them from his fingers.

Cupping you, the heel of his palm pressing against your clothed cunt. Fingers sliding beneath the thin fabric of your underwear, as your thighs nudge wider.

Back arching, as you stretch out on your belly. A rough hum as you fill his palm. Warm against his fingers, as the tip of one rubs at your clit.

“Was just gonna sleep.” It’s quiet. You don’t know if it’s early or late - the room still bathed in moonlight, “But seeing all this skin, the way you’re offering up your pussy on a silver platter…”

He tugs at your underwear, ripping it down your thighs, “Makes a man wanna take a bite.”

Teeth sink into the soft curve of your ass - a yelp as you jerk beneath him. Glaring at him from over your shoulder, from beneath heavy eyelids.

He’d been gone all day. Something about needing to check the next place out. Not wanting you slowing him down.

There had been a spike of something in your stomach at his words. Fear. Unease.

Condescension dripping in his tone, in his “You best stay put, or I’ll make you stay put.”

Funny how after all this time, it’s him being apartfrom you that had you pacing. Checking out the battered windows, ready to dart back down to the basement. Fighting the nausea of the RadAway still that lingers in your system as the radiation purges itself, after the days before.

Busying yourself with more scavenging. Scrubbing the grime and dust from your clothes in a bucket of radiated water, your pants still hanging off the back of a chair to dry.

The hours slowly ticking by, until the sun dipped under the horizon. The thin blanket pulled up to your chin, as you waited - until finally, you drifted off.

You’re not ready to unpack that. Or the fluttering in your belly now. The relief.

His features are even more skull-like in the darkness, his hat discarded on a nearby table. Faint shadows cast across his face by the still-buzzing static of the television. Dark hollows carved out at his nose, the set of his eyes.

A smear of red against his cheekbone. Flaking off the leather of his discarded gloves. Adrenaline slowly leeching from his system, from an unexpectedly rough afternoon. Unable to resist the urge to sink into something soft and wanting.

There’s a low sound of amusement as he nudges at you, urging you onto your knees. Your back still arched, shirt riding up to where your tits still press into the bed, your face now buried in the crook of an arm.

“Ain’t this a sight.” His hands grasp at your hips, fingers denting flesh as he spreads you open. Baring all of you to him.

Spit pools on his tongue. The dip of his head as his lips part - letting it drip down, warm and wet against your holes.

It makes you gasp, clenching down around nothing. He must see it, how you string tight, with the rough exhale he makes.

Your fingers curl against the mattress. Holding you breath - waiting for the press of his cock, the sharp stretch that you know will follow. Waiting for whatever he gives you.

Not expecting the brush of his tongue, as it flattens against your folds. Languid when it flicks up to your entrance. The sound you make is ragged, thighs pressing together.

They’re caught by his hands. Wrapping around the crook of your knees, forcing them apart again.

“No you don’t.” He hums, feeling your muscles flex in his grip, “You best keep these nice and spread for me.”

Another exploratory lick, tasting you - a muffled groan as he discovers how wet you are when he parts you.

He’s never touched you like this. Your mind is still caught on the kiss, his tongue against your tits, knuckles bruised by the bite of his teeth. Never expecting to know the feeling of his mouth anywhere else.

You don’t want him to stop. Arching more, using your leverage on the mattress to hike yourself higher for him.

“That’s more like it, sweetheart.” He rasps, “You learn fast, I’ll give you that.”

You keen, as he teases at your clit. Tight flicks of his tongue that have you rocking against him. Smearing his spit and your slick across your skin, before his lips are following.

Devouring you. Groaning at your taste.

“Been dyin’ for another taste,” It’s almost a coo, with the syrupy drawl of his words - muffled against your cunt, “Sweeter than stolen honey.”

Marveling at how wet you are, for him - in this dry and dead desert landscape. Nothing but sand and death for miles but you’re here, soft and slick against his mouth, biting back a muffled whine for more.

His tongue dips into your tight heat. Feeling the tight clench of you as he presses close, unhindered by the bulk of a nose.

Your hips rock against his face. Fully awake now, eyes tightly shut. Soft sounds melding with the suck of his mouth, thigh muscles tight and trembling.

“S’good,” It’s rough from sleep. Quiet, as if afraid he’ll stop if you reveal just how good he feels, “Feels so fucking good.”

A whine when his mouth does leave you.

“Yeah?” His voice is low, as his hand leave your legs. Thumbs finding the curve of your thigh, pressing into the meat of your ass, “Like getting tongue-fucked by a Ghoul?”

Opening you up, his thumb ghosting across your clit. Your answer is half-moan, half-sound, as he pinches the tight bud.

“Only if it’s yours.”

He makes a low, rough sound at that. Palming himself from his position behind you.

“Still talkin’. Sounds like you need a little more.” It’s your only warning before two of his fingers nudge against your opening.

Your gasp rings out, turning soft when they press deep to fill you. The nudge of his thumb with each plunge of his fingers bringing you ever closer. Unable to help the rock of your hips, as his fingers curl inside you.

Each breath is a pushed from you. Ragged and high-pitched, as your fingers pinch tighter. The slight plateau spiking again as he strokes against a spot his cock had found.

Fingers twisting, as the pleasure climbs higher. A third fitting into you, one knuckle at a time. It’s almost too much, your legs pressing flush against his, knees locking as heat pools in your belly.

“Look at these tight little holes. Always takin’ what I give you,” He admires, as feels the way you clench down around him.

The tip of his thumb sweeping up. Following the path of slick and spit, until it rubs against your tight rim, “Good girl like you gonna let me in here, too?”

It shocks you. His words, that hint of praise. How unexpected his touch is. Your focus narrows to the pad of his thumb, the steady pump of his fingers. His groan rough as he feels you tighten around his fingers.

“Fuck. Filthy little thing.” He grins, adding the slightest pressure.

Your own moan is wanton, loud and needy in the near-silent room. So close you can almost reach out and taste it - ready to sink your teeth into the ripe flesh.

“I’m gonna-” You manage, but it peters off, slipping into a moan.

“What? You gonna come?” He mocks, but it’s ragged. Losing its edge with his own need - too focused the wet squelch of his fingers, how your hips buck against his palm.

The mattress is rough against your cheek as you nod. Words are all but stolen from you now, leaving unable to answer. Nothing left but the ache for your release, everything inside you winding tight.

With your soft sighs, his neck bends - another lick against your pussy, where his fingers still pound.

The next slick brush is against your clit. The tilt of his head so his tongue can flick at the tight bud. Again and again - and with the third, you feel yourself shatter.

You wail, as he rips it from you. A bright pulse that radiates inside you - your release dripping from you with the clench of your cunt. A low hum as he feels how hard you come around his fingers, against his tongue.

Eyes closed so tightly that stars spark behind your lids. There’s the rough cadence of his voice, but everything is muted except the pleasure that sends your nerves alight.

Not noticing the panting whines are coming from you, until you drift back down.

Softening, when his fingers ease from you. A hiss when he leaves you empty, already missing the heavy fullness.

“Flip over,” The Ghoul growls, as he leans back on his heels.

Your muscles tight in the best way from the bend of your knees, the pounding of his fingers. A soft groan as you shift, your back pressing into the mattress as your thighs open for him.

His eyes already there, seeing the slick shine between your legs, the pretty gape where he’s worked you open. There’s the clink of his belts, as he works himself free, achingly hard in his palm.

Anticipation swelling as you wait for him to hike your legs around his waist and bury himself in you.

That heavy gaze flicks up, instead. Bare skin, the pushed-up tangle of your shirt. The cock-drunk haze of your eyes. Your soft, parted lips as you catch your breath.

He’s like a shadow as he crawls up you. Tattered coat licking at your legs, lean thighs spreading as they bracket your ribs.

A hand plants next to your head as he arcs over you. The other wrapping around his cock - where it hangs heavy, brushing your chest.

Your eyes are wide, focused on the thick shine of him as he works your slick over his cock - how the flushed head disappears with the stoke of his fingers. Lips already parted in anticipation.

His hand unwrapping, fingers slipping against your bottom lip. Hooking around your teeth, as your tongue licks at his knuckles.

A sharp inhale, when you close around and suck.

“Gonna use this mouth,” He husks, “The way it ought to be used.”

Pressure against your jaw, until you’re opening. He leans back, thighs spreading wider. The hand by your ear leaving to curl around his base.

Eyes dark as he feeds himself into your mouth. You can’t help but moan when he hits your tongue - the musky taste of you that clings to him.

Fingers slipping free, but his eyes stay fixed as he inches between your lips. How quick you are to close around him - watching the grit of his jaw. Licking over the rough and uneven flesh, swollen and leaking against your tongue.

He eclipses everything else, with how he fills your vision. A hand slipping beneath your head to angle you, so you can take him deeper.

A shallow thrust that inches towards the back of your throat, constricting around him as you moan.

Intention in the way you slide your hands up for him. Fingers wrapped around the straps of the pack you were using as a pillow. His knees framing your tits, as he rocks into your mouth.

A silent submission that he does not miss. The curl of his lip and the shine of teeth, as you let him decide how much you can take.

His weight presses into your chest, keeping you pinned. Unable to go deep at this angle, but content with the hot suck of your mouth, the wet swirl of your tongue. Finding his rhythm, the clink of his spurs as his knees dig into the ground with each thrust.

There’s an unsteady buck of his hips, and his shaft scrapes against your teeth. You go still - eyes rounding with a jolt of fear - but all he does is let loose a rough groan, chin jutting as his teeth click together.

His hand still cradles the back of your head. Fingers twisting in the hair at the nape of your neck, but not enough to hurt. Almost as if grounding himself, as he pumps into your mouth.

“Goddamn.” He growls, “Should thank whoever taught you to suck cock. Gonna make me come, sweetheart-”

Your eyes do close then, resisting the urge to let your hands drift. To slide up his thighs, across his vest, aching to slip beneath. They curl instead, grasping at the straps.

Air rushing into your lungs, as he pulls from you. Eyes fluttering open to catch the way he strokes himself, angling the tip towards your parted and glossy lips.

“You gonna take it?” He rasps, and you nod - letting your tongue peek out for him.

His hand tugs at your hair, his chin tipping down to watch, “Wanna hear you say it. You gonna let me fill your pretty mouth?”

You don’t know when use became let, but if he wants your permission - he has it. It’s always been his, even when it’s been wrapped tightly around you. Tied up in a bow.

“Yeah,” Your eyes are on his when you say it. Focusing on the grit of his jaw, the dark shine of his eyes, “I wanna taste you.”

His fingers tighten, brow pinching. A jerk of his hips into his fist - something bitten back between his teeth, caught in the heave of his chest.

“Open.” The Ghoul groans, and it’s all the warning you get before he’s coming - spilling across your lips, and then into the wet heat of your mouth.

Your eyes flicking up to watch again, though you’re torn. Tempted to watch the rough jerk of his fist, all that exposed skin. But it’s nothing compared to the way he looks at you as you take him. The weight of his gaze, the baring of teeth that has nothing to do with anger.

The Ghoul still tastes like a man should, as the salt of him as it floods your tongue. The kick of his length between your lips with each throb, his eyes rolling shut as he milks himself into your mouth.

His thumb smears across your lower lip, before it sinks inside to join his cock. A ragged breath, when he feels you swallow around both. Your tongue flicking across your lips when he eases from you, the tips of your fingers wiping away the rest.

“Fuckin’ Christ.” It’s a low exhale, a held tension gone from his shoulders. Fingers finally loosening from your hair, though you would have kept your heady steady for him without them.

He flops down on the mattresses, where they are pushed together. Stretching out beside you, the long hours finally catching up to him.

A lift of his hips as he tucks himself away, as you reach down to find the twist of fabric around your knees - tugging your underwear back into place.

Your mind is blissfully quiet - drowsy again, in the late hour and your post-orgasmic haze. Warm, as you roll on your side, studying him from under half-lidded eyes.

He’s close. Enough you can see the rough cut of his cheekbones, the straight line of his teeth. A second as you wonder, not for the first time, what he might have looked like before.

Your cheek grazes his shoulder, as a dark eye flicks your way. An arm splayed out, still tucked beneath your neck from where he had angled your head.

The phantom pinch of his fingers still lingers. The taste of him on your tongue when you lick against your teeth.

“What?” He grouses - as he does, when he can’t read you. When you manage to surprise him.

“Nothing.” You murmur, sleepily, “Just glad you made it back.”

It’s easy then, for your head to tilt without thinking. For your lips to ghost against his throat, where his pulse flutters beneath rough skin.

A ragged breath rattles in his chest, when you press another kiss lazily against his jaw. He stiffens beside you, fingers curled in the fabric of your shirt.

Before he’s pushing - rolling you over. Tucking you between him and the old basement wall, his back to the locked door.

“Yeah, yeah.” He grunts. All bark now, with the way his bare fingers splay across your skin, where your shirt has ridden up.

“Get some sleep. Long walk tomorrow.”

The morning dawns, and there’s something about it that seems more clear.

Or maybe it’s just you, your mind drifting back to the night before. How you woke up with the heavy press of him against you.

It hadn’t lasted long - a rough groan against your ear. Nothing said as the hat fixed itself back where it belongs. A silent tilt of his head towards to door, indicating the departure.

He still follows behind you, but you think just a bit of that gap between you has closed. A silent corner being turned, somewhere between dusk and dawn.

Only thing shared is that he’s narrowed the bounty down to a settlement, six miles from here. Deeper into the desert, instead of the crop of trees you had been hoping to head towards. Shade would be a welcome improvement, to the miles on empty road.

Maybe before, you would have been disappointed. But somehow - today - you don’t mind.

"Yesterday." The Ghoul’s voice comes from behind you - some time later, "You didn't want to stay alone."

It's not a question, but you can hear the way his words trail off. A second as you pick through your thoughts, settling on something you’ve been carrying since the beginning.

"Didn't want to be found." The wind carries your words back to him.

A few more steps pass, before he's asking, "What'd a thing like you do to get a bounty?"

Your steps slow, until he's beside you. A sideways look sent his way, catching his eye.

"You took it." It's the first real time it's been addressed, after your init meeting, "Wouldn't you know?"

He could outpace you if he wanted, with those long legs. Content enough at the moment, to stick by your side, "I know what I know. Wanna hear your side."

You hum, contemplating. Wondering how to explain. If it would make sense to a man like him. If he’d think you were weak.

"Our Overseer had a… god complex," You start slowly - never having to explain it out loud, trying to find the words, "Had it coded in the beginning that only his direct, patrilineal bloodline could work the Vault. Everything went through him."

Food. Water. Power. Everything locked under codes and keys. Thumbprints and DNA, the role of Overseer shared across the current generation.

"All his sons, then their sons, and so on... they all got married off to other families in the Vault. Or they’d find a way to bring in new blood from the outside.” Your mother had been a Wastelander, carrying you when she had been traded. You had never seen the sun until a few weeks ago.

“If you couldn't produce a male heir, you disappeared. If you tried to leave, they'd bring you back, and then you'd disappear. Been like that a long time."

A whispered secret that many knew. Followed, because the security of control and safety outweighed the horrors of the unknown. The knowledge that whether you left or not, your bones would stay in the Vault.

"So what? Didn't want to play the role of broodmare in your utopia?" He sneers, and it's not the first time you've picked up on his distaste of the Vaults, of Vault Dwellers like you.

“Seems like a goddamn picnic compared to the shit you see up here."

“You asked.” Your arms cross over your chest, as you scowl at him.

A few weeks ago and you would have gone silent. Now, you’re starting to her used to his gruff comments, the sharp bristle. Waiting, until his eyes tear away, a small jerk of his chin to continue.

"My name got drawn. Was supposed to marry one. But… in the last five years he's gone through three wives. Not a single child." You can feel the weight of his gaze on your face, the pinch of his brow.

A beat, as you start off again, "Told you, I worked as a chemist. I saw his vitals. It wasn't them, but for it."

"So you left." His words comes reluctantly, as he fits the pieces together, "I take it they weren't happy about that."

"Wasn't gonna let it be me next." You nod, "But no, they weren't. Like I said, no one truly leaves, but I was dead either way, right?”

A beat, as you take a breath to steady yourself. Stuck in the fear from that day and the ones that followed, afraid of your own shadow.

“I don’t think I‘ve ever been more desperate. Told myself I’d do anything to make sure they didn’t find me.” A small smile, then - as you remember, "But then I found you, and..."

As you turn, you notice he's gone still. Hat tipped down low, a guarded look as the pink of his tongue slips across his teeth.

"Huh. Should've known." He muses - voice slow and rough, "Think I'm startin’ to put things together."

"What are you talking about?" You ask with a frown, thrown off by the change in pace.

"I think you know." He presses, your eyes flicking down to watch the way his wrist reflexively presses against the butt of his revolver, where it juts from his holster.

Scowling now, stalking closer, "Not a bad plan, Vaultie. Was gonna have to fuck someone either way, right? Might as well pick the man with the biggest gun. That what you thought?”

There's venom in his tone, biting into you. The first time his fury has fully been directing at you, freezing you in place.

A shake of your head, your voice sounding small, "It's-, it’s not like that."

You haven’t been using him. Not like he thinks, though you don’t know why he’s so angry. He’s treated almost everything like a transaction - keeping you at arms length.

You’ve been the one that’s falling, not him.

"Christ, you really had me going. You're a damn good liar, you know that?" He spits, with a low shake of his head. A scoff, as his eyes narrow, "Been wondering why you’ve been offerin’ yourself up so eagerly to me."

It makes your head spin, as you try to make sense of his words. Another small shake, the words caught in your throat.

You don't know how to explain that your desperation in the beginning did have its roots in self-preservation. But in all the days and moments that have passed - that surely, surely he couldn’t still think so.

“I know how it sounds but, I-” Your words cut off, as a hand reaches out, wrapping around your bicep. Yanking you closer until you stumble.

"You do, huh? Let me tell you, all you did was trade one devil for another.” The words ground out, snarled between clenched teeth, “You're a goddamn fool if you think I hadn’t been planning on turnin' you in the first chance I get."

His words chip away at your heart. With an effort you try to wrench your arm away - a shove against his chest that does nothing, as your own fury boils inside you.

"How can you say that? You found me, asshole." You snarl, "I haven't lied about anything. I could have left, but I stayed because I wanted to. Didn’t last night mean anything to you?”

“It was just business.” He growls, “Ain’t that right?”

The look he gives you is the final piece that shatters you, as his fingers pinch harder against your skin.

He never cared after all.

Your throat aches. The urge to fight, to make him understand, slips through your fingers. Another shove, harder this time, right into his gut. A ragged breath as his grip loosens, and it's all you can do to twist on your heel.

Shooting him a venomous glance from over your shoulder, "If you're going to take me in, then fucking do it."

You don’t care anymore. Waiting for the rope to lasso around your waist. Bind tightly around your throat, until it chokes you.

But, it doesn't.

You don't look back.

Tears prick your eyes, as you hoist your pack higher on your shoulder. One of the few things that has made the journey with you - so much shed over the miles.

You had endured enough. Had thought something had changed, since those first days together. That maybe, as the days had passed, he had softened. That maybe you weren’t alone in your feelings. That offer just a mask, to act on them.

All you did was trade one devil for another.

A foolish thought. It makes your jaw grit, an angry shake of your head. You wouldn't cry over him, not after everything you've been through.

The edge of the abandoned town passes, fuzzy with the way your eyes fix ahead.

Blinded to the rest of the world, as you set off for the unknown.

Small pieces forming a loose semblance of a plan. Something about another settlement, a while down the road, into the forest. No bounty there, but you didn’t give a shit anymore.

With the food in your pack, you might be able to trade for some caps. Find some work - maybe stick around, if it's safe.

If not, it's not like you're not used to sleeping on the ground.

Sand leads to dirt paths, then to grass. Brushing your ankles as you weave through the barren forest, the bark stripped bare and bleached by the sun.

The weight of him follows you, though you do not turn around. A hand held loosely on your holster by habit more than anything, as you pick your way across fallen branches.

You didn't need him. Right now you tell yourself you didn't even want him.

But, you’ve never been a good liar.

There's the snap of a branch, then. A metallic creak.

It's cruel, how your heart leaps. How you look for him, breath held with the swivel of your head.

Only to feel like you are falling, when it's not the Ghoul. When a figure steps out from the trees. Two more from an outcropping of rock.

Your body freezes on its own, when you see them. All familiar.

The two from the town, those days ago. Springing to your mind now, as you had peered from over his shoulder at the bounty board. The amateurs - the man with the scar, and his partner.

And the other. All that blue - encased in padded leather armor. He is the one that makes your blood run cold, your fingers curling into fists.

Baine. He was from your Vault. Someone they sent out to bring people back, and every time they came home battered - left to you to patch up, if they lived that long.

"Took a bit you find you," He smiles, though it does not reach his eyes, "Had to enlist in some local help. Thought you'd never split off from that creature."

Your head whips to the side, as they shift - trying to box you in. Fear and fury licks in you, as you grit out, "He's not a creature."

He scoffs, "You keep strange company, but you'll be back where you belong soon enough. I am sure the Overseer will be... forgiving, if you come quietly."

The man with the scar lunges - reaching for your arm. At the same time, you remember yourself. Just able to get your fingers around the butt of your gun, drawing it out.

There's a snarl but you're firing - downing him just before he reaches you, his body careening over the edge of the rock. Your aim twitches towards Baine, but he's faster.

His hand wrapping around your wrist, twisting until you cry out - fingers opening. A sharp pain in your chest, as his fist slams into it.

Fingers unfurling to reveal the syringe, slipped between your ribs. The plunger flush with the base - whatever was inside, already flooding through you.

"Should've gone quietly, girl." It's faded, as if you're in a tunnel. The world tilting on an axis, as your legs give out.

You cry out, for him - the broken noise sounding like it comes from a thousand miles away.

And then… there's nothing.

(someone got their feelings hurt 👀) thank you so much for reading!! 💖 I have really loved writing this and them, really appreciate all the love!!

#please mind the tags!#and the a/n #cooper howard x reader #cooper howard x you #the ghoul x reader #the ghoul x you #fallout smut #fallout tv series #fallout #cooper howard

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