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cheriladycl01 · 3 months

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So, you lied to me? - Lando Norris x Tourist! Reader

Plot: Going on a travel year you end up in Monaco, the plan wasn't too fall for the man who helped you to the British Embassy and gave you a place to stay when someone stole everything from you ...

Credit to yrsonpurpose for the GIF

You took a gap year before university and decided to travel you'd started off the New Year on a flight from London, to Qatar to New Zealand. You travelled around New Zealand and Australia for the majority of January, before moving on to Papa New Guinea, Fiji and Samoa.

You then travelled round the South Asian countries, like Indonesia, Singapore, Thailand, Vietnam and the Philippines and Taiwan all throughout February. You then moved onto China, doing both Disney Parks while you were there and sight seeing. You did South Korea and Japan.

Coming into April, you moved onto Sri Lanka and India, and The Middle East, doing Dubai, Abu Dhabi, Bahrian, Qatar, Oman and Saudi Arabia.

Afterwards, now having done 2 continents, you moved onto Africa, you spent the end of April and the majority of May travelling here, before leaving for Europe.

A nice 2 weeks island hopping around Greece, before a week travelling up the boot of Italy.

It was when you drove to Monaco in a rental car that things got difficult.

You were walking along the harbor where all the expensive yachts were docked wishing that one could be yours. You didn't have all your bags on you, the larger ones left behind in the hotel room you'd booked for the night. But you had your important stuff on you, like you passport, your drivers license and all your travel documents.

You were taking a picture on your nice Canon camera of the yachts and the street that had weird red corners rounding it that you put down to being measures to just help drivers slow down round the corners, but they were definitely an eyesore.

Every time nice cars drove by there was whistles and claps that made you look at what car it was, you could never tell what model it was but they looked nice and you guess you could say sporty.

As you were distracted taking your pictures a guy comes up to you with a small, parcel cutting knife in his hand. He slit the straps of what you thought was a really sturdy bag and the weight notifies you to the loss of the bag. You let your camera drop as you turn to see the guy now holding your bag and starting to run away with it.

"Hey! Stop" you shout before running after him.

"Aide, Aide" you shout as you continue to follow him, your minimal French not helping as people scold you for being a bustly tourist.

You aren't really looking where you going and you loose him at a busy intersection of people, you spin round looking at every possible direction he could have gone in.

"Shit!" you whisper to yourself quietly tears coming in your eyes. You spin round a little to quickly, bumping into someone who drops the bag that they were holding.

"Désolé, mon erreur" you try looking at the young gentleman you'd bumped into in a hoodie and jeans. He looks at you with a confused look, a smirk coming onto his face.

"Oh sorry, tu ne parles pas français? Maybe Italian, erm fuck scusa, parli italiano?" you ask with again the bare minimum of Italian you know.

"I speak perfectly good English" he smiles, laughing a little as your expression turns to shock.

"Oh! Oh I'm so stupid. Hello!" you smile looking at the very attractive man in front of you, you blushed a little looking up at him.

"You look panicked what's wrong?" he asks.

"I was tacking pictures of the harbor and some guy took my bag. It has everything in of mine and I don't know what to do" You say to him looking a little more panicked.

"Everything as in money ... because I can help with that" he says placing a hand on your arm.

"I don't care about the money, but he has all of my documents. My passport, my drivers license everything" you cry a little.

"Oh! Erm, I have a friend who was born here, and let me get him and he can help us file a police report. Then mmm the British Embassy is all the way in Paris and you cant get a flight so we'll have to drive there..." he starts to rant and your face turned shocked.

"We?" you ask, confused as to how this guy has just inserted himself into your life drama's.

"Oh yeah, I've gotta help you out now. You got that whole damsel in distress thing going on right now! Any way damsel, what's your name?" he jokes and you look over at him offended.

"I am not a damsel in distress! And Y/N" you retort.

"You so are, the tear stains, the wide, helpless eyes, the guppy fish face your pulling right now, the butchered French and Italian to a strange man who actually is British... Y/N" he laughs making you pout and push him a little.

"I don't even have a place to stay after 3pm today and I cant check in anywhere without ID" you say rubbing your head, looking around as if the man would randomly pop back up and hand you your bag back before saying how sorry he was.

"You can stay at my place, I have two spare bedrooms" he smiles and you look at him in shock.

"You live here, in Monaco ..." you ask.

"Yeah, I moved here a few years ago, for ...work" he offers, he phones his friend walking off for a few seconds alone before he pulls you along one of the side streets and too a quiet cafe he went to, to keep under wraps.

"Okay, Y/N this is my friend ... er Percy" he says pointing to Charles, so far you hadn't shown any signs of knowing who he is and he didn't want you to catch wind of that.

"Hello Percy, its nice to meet you" you smile and he looks at you with a vacant yet confused expression.

"Oh and whose this you are beautiful" you compliment looking at the girl behind him.

"Y/N this is my girlfriend Alex" Charles indicates to Alex behind him who smiles and pulls you in for a kind hug that you definitely needed. You could hear both of their strong accents as they introduced himself.

"Oh, I never got you name, what's your name?" you ask turning to look at Lando, who freezes for a second.

"Erm, my names Robert, but you can call me Bob" he smiles and you raise and eyebrow at him.

"Hmmm, you don't look like a Robert... or a Bob. Interesting choice" you voice your opinion making everyone awkwardly laugh.

Charles, Lando and Alex took you to the nearest police station in Monaco, Charles translated what they were saying and you answered to which he and Alex would help translate back.

Charles explained that they were escalating it because you are a tourist in need, but you picked up some words that made the sentence not sound like that at all.

You were asked if you had a place to say and Lando explained you'd be staying with him until everything was sorted out.

The Monegasque police got in contact with the Paris British Embassy for you, they explained that the police had sent over you information and if you wanted to hold off on a new passport for a few days to see if it would turn up you were more than welcome, but right now your passport was on lockdown.

And that was how you ended up spending the end of July and all of August with Lando, it was strange really. For a man who had and extremely nice collection of clothes and a very large apartment he didn't go to work often. There was one room you weren't allowed in which is where he often went, you assumed it was a man cave or gaming room where he played with his friends because you heard lots of shouting and aggressive banging.

He'd been so sweet, he took you on dates from going out to dinner, to picnics, to going swimming and lots more. It felt like more than a summer fling. Especially once he asked you to be his girlfriend, which you immediately said yes too.

But he got a lot more twitchy after he had.

Eventually, Lando or Bob as you knew him took you to Paris so you could get your passport. He explained that he travelled a lot for work and he would need to leave soon and you explained that before you bumped into him you'd been on a gap year travelling the world.

"Baby, why don't you come with me?" he asked randomly as you were both lying on the sofa, cuddling while watching a film.

"You wont even tell me what you do for work Baby! And besides I had a schedule that I'm already behind on. A week ago you said you didn't mind going our separate ways for a little bit until Christmas and then you'd come to England with me" you say playing with his curls.

"Okay, I'm going to be honest with you now... my name isn't Bob" he says shyly and you sit up at the speed of light turning to look at him.

"I knew it! So you lied to me?" you exclaim laughing.

"So, what's my boyfriends actual name?" you ask looking him dead in the eyes, he leans up on his elbows before sitting the full way up.

"Lando, I am Lando Norris" he smiles.

"Hmmmm, Lando... Lando. I could get used to that" you smile.

"You aren't mad?" he asks looking over you, brushing you hair back and tucking it behind your ear before kissing your cheek.

"I knew you weren't being completely honest when we first met... but I also knew you had your own reasons" you offer.

"I think its going to be easier if I just hand you my Instagram" he admits with a gulp as he hands you his phone. The first thing you notice is how many followers he had, there was around 10million and he had nearly 2,500 posts.

You look at the friends list, and one peeks your interest. Charles Leclerc, who looked exactly like Percy who Lando had introduced you too.

You then go back and look at his bio, that told you his actual job.

"So, I'm dating a super famous athlete?" you ask looking up at him away from the phone to see his head down in his hands. He turns to the side to sneak a look at your expression, his eyes a little glossy.

"To be specific, a Formula 1 driver" you ask again and he nods.

"You are such a muppet, my god" you laugh before pulling him into a hug.

"How aren't you upset with me?" he ask unsure.

"Well, I agreed to date you, because you are you. I doubt you change into Mr Hyde when you become a what was is Porsche race-car driver? I fell in love with you, not Bob, not Lando, you. So whether that is Bob, who kindly helped a crying lady on the street who just had her passport stolen from her, or Lando a cool and amazing race-car driver. Whoever you are is the person I love" you grin and he pulls you into a hug.

"So you want to join me for the last few races? Or you want to finish this world trip of yours?" he asks.

"Well, looking at your calendar, I can actually meet you at the rest of the races, While travelling. I'll continue to do Europe until you have the Netherlands, and ill go back to Italy, just for you. I'll miss Azerbaijan and Singapore because I did that, but I'll knock out some of South America, I'll meet you for Austin, then we can do Mexico and Brazil together, then we can do Vegas together! And by that point I can call it done with my trip!" you exclaim and he looks like he considers it for a second.

He's shocked, he cant remember the last time a girlfriend tried so hard to link up their schedules like this, and proved that they'd be able to work despite some potential scheduling issues.

"I love you. I fucking love you" he grins pulling you back down onto the sofa kissing all over your face making you giggle.

A/N: I've been doing a lot of Lando recently, I don't know if you can tell but I love writing about him, he's my fav to write about right now.

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meangirls-imagines · 2 months

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Frat Parties Suck

Description: It's basically that episode of SLOCG where Leighton and Alicia kiss for the first time but reader replaces Alicia.

WARNINGS: leighton being a gay mess, reader getting beat up, love confessions, fluff

leighton was extremely nervous.

not for her brother or his fraternity. no, she didn't really care about them. she was nervous because the girl she had been pining over for the last two weeks was going to said frat to "inspect" it.

she met y/n after she got assigned community service for underage drinking and vandalism (that she thinks if she doesn't remember it happening, it didn't happen). the president of the school didn't take too kindly to that and sent leighton to the campus women's center.

her and y/n butt heads the second they met. leighton thought she was too good for the women's center and tried to bribe y/n but the girl wasn't having it. by the end of their first conversation, leighton was storming out of the building pissed off and turned on. y/n was hot as shit.

the weeks went by and somehow some way, the blonde managed to kinda weasel her way into y/n's life. she had been making y/n smile more than yell so she thought she was getting somewhere.

and then the frat party came up.

while going through clothes they were going to donate, towa brought up the plan of the group going to a drag brunch, leighton politely declined, stating that theta was throwing a huge party. the group went silent and leighton looked confused. she smiled at them. "why is everyone so quiet? did i say something triggering again?"

y/n spoke up. "i get that your brother is in theta, but frats can be extremely sexist, toxic nightmares. we have been campaigning to get rid of greek life for over a year." leighton sighed. i know frats get a bad rep but theta actually does good. they just finished a construction project in mexico." y/n scoffed. "yeah, for the bar that they burned down."

leighton sighed again. "okay, maybe they aren't perfect but have any of you actually been to a frat party?" silence. the blonde grinned. "so we're making a judgmental assumption?" leighton smiled at y/n who smiled back. "you're right. i mean we shouldn't be judging theta until we go to one of their parties." leighton nodded, satisfied with how the conversation went.

"so maybe we should all go tonight."

leighton shot it down instantly. "no! you guys have your super fun....plans." y/n shook her head. "no, we are going to give theta a chance to prove us wrong. send me the invite." y/n crossed her arms and leighton shamelessly stared at the girl's biceps.

i wonder how they would feel around my ne-

"leighton, you still with us?"

the blonde nodded. "yup. invite. i will send it."

leighton stood next to her brother, impressed with how fast theta changed gears for the party. "we got rid of any and all triggers." the blonde smiled at nico. "yeah, it looks good. i don't think there's anything that the women's center will hate." speak of the devil(s), ginger, towa and the rest of the women's center crew walked in, sans y/n. nico offered to show the girls around as leighton let out a breath, sighing deeply.

then, like something out of a movie, y/n walked in, sighing. leighton felt like she was going to pass out at how hot the girl looked. she wasn't dressed too fancy, a hoodie and some jeans, but leighton felt like she couldn't breathe. y/n smiled at the girl, walking towards her. "so, tonight is going to be a shit show isn't it?"

leighton laughed. "oh yeah. um, do you want a drink?" y/n laughed. "oh, i already pregamed in the driveway but yeah, let's keep drinking shall we?" leighton giggled and led the way to the drinks.

tonight was going to be a long night.

nico was in the middle of explaining how parties worked at theta before y/n cut him off. "you can calm down nico, i know you think that i'm some big, scary lesbian protester or something." nico laughed a little. "i did not know you were a lesbian. it would be rude of me to assume that." leighton rolled her eyes. "nico. less. please." nico straightened up as y/n laughed. "dude, i'm just here to have a good time. now, will you please hold my feet for a keg stand?"

nico looked shocked and then smirked. "only if you hold mine afterwards." both girls looked at him blankly before he whispered. "equality." leighton shook her head before spotting cory. "oh look, it's cory, i'm going to go and talk to him." she left without another word as y/n and nico went to the keg.

after dominating all the games with nico, y/n found leighton outside nursing a drink. "hey." leighton looked up and smiled at y/n. "hey. heard you and nico kicked ass. congrats." y/n chuckled. "all in a day's work." y/n glanced behind her and saw a trash can overflowing with sombreros. "uh, why are there so many sombreros in that trash can?" leighton winced. "i think that they ditched some of the more problematic elements of the party when they heard we were coming and by problematic i mean deeply, deeply racist."

y/n laughed as leighton saw kimberly frantically waving at her from behind y/n. "um, i will be right back, it looks like my roommate needs me for something." y/n nodded. "i get it, i'll be here." leighton smiled shyly and headed toward kimberly.

leighton wasn't gone for five minutes before nico came running towards her and her roommates. "nico? are you good?" nico was panting. "you gotta come with me. it's y/n. some dude called her a dyke and she said something back and then he just started beating the shit out of her."

leighton's heart dropped to her stomach. she took off running in the direction nico came and found the group of people that had gathered. she pushed through the crowd and gasped at the sight of y/n. her face was covered in blood thanks to the gash above her eyebrow. it also didn't help that her nose was bleeding. leighton could already imagine the shiner y/n was going to have tomorrow.

she rushed to the beaten girl's side, gently cupping her face. "y/n? can you hear me?" the girl softly groaned, covering leighton's hand with her own. leighton sighed in relief. nico kneeled on the other side of the girl, ordering his frat brothers to get rid of the guy. "leighton we have to take her to the hospital." that's when y/n spoke. "no..no hospital." it was slurred but leighton was able to make out what the girl said.

leighton sighed. the best thing would be to take y/n to the hospital but she also didn't want to go against the girl's wishes. she stood, making a decision. "no. we're taking her to my dorm."

an hour later, thanks to nico, leighton and y/n made their way back to the blonde's dorm. the girls had gone out to get some stuff to help maintain y/n's injuries since the first aid kit kimberly had wasn't going to be enough. leighton was grateful that her and y/n had some alone time. thanking nico for helping her, she grabbed a washcloth she had in her room and a water bottle, using it to wet the towel.

she gently began wiping the drying blood off the girl's face, being careful of the cuts that littered her skin. y/n groaned a little before leighton gently shushed her. "shhh, you're okay y/n. you're safe." y/n groaned again, grabbing leighton's hand that was cleaning her face. "mmm..leighton. my face hurts."

the blonde's heart broke and she took a risk. she gently kissed y/n's forehead, letting her lips linger. "i know, the girls are getting you some stuff to take care of that okay? they'll be here soon." y/n moaned in pain as leighton began to gently wipe her face again.

the girls soon returned and allowed leighton to finish cleaning y/n up. they all checked in on the girl before bela went to hang out in kimberly and whitney's room. leighton sat next to a cleaned up y/n, running her fingers through the girl's hair. y/n smiled at the contact. she pulled the blonde to lay next to her. "you know, i hear cuddles from a pretty girl are the best medicine." leighton giggled before making herself comfortable on y/n's chest.

the two laid in silence before leighton spoke up. "i was so scared. seeing you like that. i didn't think you were going to get up and there was so much blood and-" y/n shushed her, pulling the blonde closer to her. "i'm okay leight. i'm here aren't i? i have the hottest nurse taking care of me too." leighton laughed before sitting up and looking at y/n.

y/n noticed leighton's eyes shining in a way she hadn't seen before. it was like y/n hung the moon and the stars. she couldn't stop herself from gently cupping leighton's cheek, rubbing the girl's cheekbone with her thumb. leighton couldn't take it anymore. she leaned down and slowly placed her lips on y/n's.

fireworks went off in y/n's head as she kissed the girl back. all this time, she thought leighton was straight. just a common, cis blonde woman. boy was she wrong. the two kissed for a little longer then leighton pulled away. y/n looked shocked. "woah. i was really wrong about you." leighton chuckled before leaning in again.

"shut up."

#leighton murray x reader #leighton murray imagine #leighton murray

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onskepa · 7 months

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Stxeli: Those Eyes

Here is another chapter of the ongoing series! I hope you all enjoy~!!

Stxeli series

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Another day, another way. Neytiri awakens as usual in her own little hammock. She secretly hates it. Hates going to sleep and waking up alone. Of course she could go to her parents and sleep with them, but that would mean to be beside her.

Every since her mother brought back that human child, things have changed and were not the same. Having to adjust not just her elder sister's death but the arrive of the new infant.

Neytiri honestly doesnt know how to react to the new addition. She doesnt hate the infant, but doesnt love it either. Complicated feelings swirl in her heart. Seeking Eywa will only confuse her more. Tsu'tey isnt much help at the moment. Just being alone with her thought to hopefully figure out her inner feelings.

Mo'at had a long list of duties to do and unfortunately she cant keep an eye on stxeli for the whole day. Eytukan cant take care of their baby either as he is to lead the hunters for another nights feast.

So that only leaves neytiri.

"It will just be for awhile neytiri. As a big sister, it is also your responsibility to take care of your sister stxeli. I know you can do your best with her". After that Eytukan left to attend his olo'eyktan duties. Leaving neytiri and stxeli alone with each others company.

Neytiri looks over that the human child, not really getting near her. These past week has been a blur for the young na'vi. Does her parent really expect her to love the human child? After everything her kind did to her people? To her real sister?

Stxeli being just herself, makes sounds and looks at her surroundings. Her big eyes landing on neytiri. Their eyes meet, and a wave of excitement flowed through the baby. Asking to be carried by neytiri. Yet the na'vi wont move. Her eyes never wavering from those human eyes.

Little stxeli kept waving her arms around desiring to be held. She squeals and would make noises her mother would usually respond to. But neytiri still sits still. Observing the child and what its trying to do. Seeking attention is what she gathered.

Grabbing one of her mother's baskets, she puts stxeli in the basket and proceeds to carry her around like that.

It wasnt what stxeli wanted but it shall suffice for now. At least she gets to have a wide view of things. From the tall trees, to familiar faces that wave at her direction.

Stxeli preferred to be carried by the young girl who keeps staring at her. She has pretty eyes and wanted to get a closer look. Looks so much like mama and papa's eyes! Little stxeli tried to the girl's attention by making noise, but no response.

Stxeli wasnt having that.

Grabbing one of the braids that was hanging close to stxeli, she yanked it rather hard. This caused neytiri to hiss. In return, stxeli laughed like it was a funny thing to her. Neytiri had such tiny fangs! Smaller than mother's fangs.

Yanking again to the get the same reaction, neytiri was quick to be annoyed. Putting down the basket, she glares down at the child. "Such a demanding thing you are".

Deciding not the carry the basket, neytiri proceeds to drag it instead, with her tail. Not wanting the little infant to tug on her hair again.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHH!!"

its only been 2 hours, and neytiri is near her wits end. Little stxeli was screaming at the top of her lungs, and young neytiri fears it would attract unwanted predators. Sighing in distress, she puts down the basket to see stxeli rolling around in it, her little face red and tears wont stop flowing.

"What? What do you want?" she pleads with the baby. As if the infant can understand her, stxeli pats her tummy. Neytiri tilts her head, was the baby hungry? It has been a while since morning.

Tring to remember what mo'at feeds the baby, she grabs the basket again, and quickly searches for some fruit. But stxeli was screaming near her sensitive ears, her patience growing a bit thin.

What felt like forever, netyiri thankfully found some ripe yovo fruit, carefully cutting it small pieces, she shoves it in stxeli's mouth, making her to stop screaming.

With a huge sigh of relief, little neytiri relaxes in silence. But her ears twitch to the sound of stxeli munching away. Slowly her gaze turns to the baby. The little one's cheeks red and eyes a bit puffy, but stxeli wasnt so bad...

The young girl observes the human baby, taking in everyting. But her amber eyes made contact with the eyes of the infant. There was nothing but silence between them. Stxeli kept eating the soft fruit as her eyes never leaving neytiri's.

"Maybe you are not so ugly after all...." neytiri mutters.

Mo'at returns home at the same time with her mate. Both tired from their long day of doing their tasks. A nice dinner will regain their strength, and a nice cleanse by the river waters.

"Where is my sweet children?" mo'at asks as she seeks around her home. At the far corner, she finds neytiri holding stxeli. She gasped inwardly. It was the first time she has seen young neytiri holding her new sister like that. A smile crept up to her lips, enjoying the sight in front of her.

Eytukan appeared behind her, seeing the same thing. "It seems she is taking the big sister role well" he comments. Mo'at nods in agreement. Both get close to the girls, bending down. "How was your day with your sister ma'ite?" eytukan asks neytiri.

She shrugs but smiles, "it was....a very noisy day, but it is alright ma'sempu" she replies. Mo'at reaches for stxeli but neytiri backs away. This slightly confused mo'at.

"Are you not tired from holding her?" mo'at asks. Neytiri shakes her head, "no, I like holding her, and she likes it too. Isnt that right my sister?". Stxeli giggles as if to agree.

Eytukan turns to his mate, and widens a grin. Was mo'at...pouting?

Aaaaaaaaaaaaand that is all for this one! Hope you all liked it! Should the next chapter be eytukan focused? Lemme know what you guys think! until next time! see ya!

Taglist: @thehoneymushroomhealer , @kat-the-kit , @spookymomfriendtm . @moonchildxoxx , @galactict3a , @alastorhazbin

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gatorbites-imagines · 1 year

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ok this is gonna make me sound like such a freak but how about the cod boys getting fucked while being interrogated?

Multiple COD dudes

Headcanons

You got it homie 👍

Since theres multiple characters here they arent super long, but I hope yall like it anyways.

I believe in submissive Ghost supremacy, I said what I said 💂

John Price

- Now Price I think is a difficult one to crack no matter what kind of interrogation you use. Even sex.

- Hed probably just lean back as you ride him, head tilted and maybe talking dirty. It ends up with you being the one who gets weak in the knees and disorientated.

- Price is a skilled man, he would use it as a way to get himself free. He would make sure you’ve cum so hard you can’t think straight and then he would somehow free himself and turn it on you.

- If he was enjoying himself and had time, hed fuck you against a wall or on the floor, maybe even wring a couple more orgasms out of you.

- You end up being the one tied to the chair he had been sitting in, and depending on who you are and what group your from. He might be nice enough to pull your pants up so you aren’t dripping cum all over the seat for your teammates to find.

Kyle “Gaz” Garrick

- Gaz didn’t know what to expect when he was pulled into interrogation after being captured by some enemy team. I have the feeling Gaz hasn’t really been interrogated like this before, so he would ne tense and expect the worst.

- He doesn’t give you the answers you want, but instead of cutting him open like other people would, you just pull his cock out of his pants, get on your knees and start sucking.

- Gaz would be confused but enjoy the blowjob quite a lot, letting his head fall back as you drive him just to the edge before pulling off.

- If you decide to ride or fuck him too, hed be a mess, moaning and panting, maybe even crying a little at not being allowed to cum no matter how many times you drive him close only to leave him aching.

- You repeat this process, edging him multiple times until he either breaks and tells you want you want, or he gets rescued somehow.

John “Soap” MacTavish

- Soap takes his job very seriously, so he would do his damn best not to bend under your special version of interrogation. But he’s a man in the military, so it’s probably been a while.

- He’s the kind of guy where you have to tie his thighs down onto the chair or he will start jerking his hips and fucking up into you hard enough to almost knock you both over.

- Soap loves to kiss, even if you’re an enemy just trying to get information out of him. All his training tells him to bite your tongue right off when you make out, but it just feels so good he can’t help it.

- Depending on how long you have him, you could probably make him break with a lot of overstimulation of edging. After you get your info you’d let him cum and he just goes limp in his chair, still all tied up.

- Poor Soap when the team comes to rescue him.

Simon “Ghost” Riley

- Ghost has been tortured many times in his life, so he expects this to be like every other time hes been taken for information. Hes almost insulted when only you walk in, as if someone like you could break Ghost.

- Simon is touch starved as fuck, to the point where it completely breaks down any mental preparation he has made when you start touching and caressing him all over as you ask questions.

- He keeps his mouth shut though, even as you push his hoodie and shirt up and pinch and twist his nipples or move so you can press your knee against his crotch.

- Call him a good boy and praise him and he becomes even more wobbly, his legs shaking and eyes teary as he tries his best to keep his mouth sealed.

- Just keep playing up the touching, kissing and praising and he might end up spilling the beans, especially as he gets close to cumming. Please praise him and pet him as he does, he needs it.

Alejandro Vargas

- It would take more than just sex to make Alejandro tell you secret information, I don’t think something like that would make him break.

- Hes likely to talk so dirty when you fuck, filthy words in English and Spanish spilling past his lips as he thrusts up into you. I think he can be so convincing during sex that he could even talk you into untying his hands, which he uses to flip the two of you over and fuck you so hard you can’t feel your legs.

- I could honestly see him somehow getting information out of you instead of you getting any from him, if there’s time. I think he can be a huge tease.

- If you aren’t that much of an enemy or threat, he would clean you up after and maybe even give you a bit of aftercare before leaving.

Rodolfo “Rudy” Parra

- Everyone assumes Rudy would be easy to get information from using sex, but I think hes a lot tougher than people give him credit for.

- He stays quiet as good as he can as you go down on him, though he might let a few moans or gasps as you deepthroat him. Tries to keep his hips still as you ride or fuck him, still not spilling any info you might want.

- I honestly think he would be kinda into this, as I think Rudy is into being tied up or tying someone up.

- Even as you edge him or overstimulate him he wouldn’t break, he’s too loyal to his people to break just like that, so even if you have him sobbing and shaking he would keep strong and not tell you anything.

- Its gonna be hard to explain when the others come to rescue him.

König

- König is another person I think is so touch starved it hurts, and he gives the vibe of someone who hasn’t had the most experiences in the bedroom, especially with how his anxiety probably gets in the way.

- He would immediately jolt and gasp as you fondle his crotch, blushing brightly under the fabric of his mask, especially if you talk about how big he is.

- König is the type to stay completely still but he’s shaking all over as you jerk him off, the Austrian embarrassed at how you probably have to use both hands.

- He starts babbling in German as you fuck him, because he’s a lot bigger than you expected so its not like you can ride him. Now, you probably do get the information your after, but its in German, so if you don’t speak that well too bad.

- König definitely thinks back on this in the future and it always leaves him so flustered.

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zcorners120 · 9 months

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Hi! Can you write something with Arthur Leclerc and the reader are doing the “Truth or Dare” video for Prema, and he says he would kiss the reader. And at the end he really peck her on the lips

ooooooooooooooo yes i like the sound of this !

synopsis; req above ^ MASTERLIST

warnings; kisssssing oooooo la la , flirting ;)

The big lens bored into my eyes, Arthur and yourself sat in silence waiting for the flag to start speaking.

“Go.”

“Hello everybody, welcome back to another Prema video, here with Y/N/N” Arthur’s voice spoke out, nudging you slightly as he said your nickname.

“And today we’re doing truth or dare, with the questions suggested by you guys!” You gestured your hands towards the camera, smile painted on your face.

Two piles of paper were slid onto the table, both in bold with one reading 'TRUTH' and the other 'DARE'.

The camera cuts, moving into the other rooms where other drivers are sitting patiently, before they come back to focus on yours and Arthur's clips for the video.

"I'm a bit nervous." You spoke aloud, in the now empty room.

You saw the rumours circulating online, your Instagram dm's filled with threats from preteen girls, questions from journalists and bunches more.

"It's going to be fun Y/N/N, I'm picking all dares since I am quite bad." He smugly smiles at the end of his sentence, laying back against the charcoal leather sofa.

You snorted at the bold statement, "As if Arth, no way is that true."

Right as he opened his mouth to retaliate, the producers came back in the room.

"Put three ice cubes in your mouth until they melt." Read out with a cheeky grin, watching as Arthur laughs nervously.

Watching as he tries to gracefully put them into his mouth with a spoon made you both double over in laughter. He sits back with his arms crossed, eyes closed.

"He can't speak, he's incapacitated at the moment everyone." You look at him, as he turns with his mouth full, gargling out the words, "Truth or dare." in his loud, Monégasque accent.

"Ay ya ya, it hurts!" He flicked his hand about, the sound of the ice cubes moving about in his mouth appearing also.

"Okay, dare." You risked, watching the string and scissors appear onto the table.

Arthur tied your hands to your ankles, and you had to stay like that the whole game. He wrapped the string gently around your wrists, making sure it's not too tight before looking up at you with those blue eyes.

It's moments like these where you doubted your friendship with him, letting your true emotions take control. In a room full of cameras and people, it felt like it was only the two of you.

He momentarily pulled the strings making it really tight, winking at you with the eye facing away from the camera making your cheeks flush pink.

"So now, it's perfect." He spoke, watching you struggle with sitting on the sofa.

He holds the next dare up to you, waving it in front of your face.

"Go outside and hold a sign that says 'Honk if I'm cute.'" You laugh, watching as he gives a confused face.

"What?" Turning the slip back to himself as he reads it again.

"Guys we're going to get noise complaints from the amount of people honking..." You flipped your hair over your shoulder, pretending to flex as Arthur looks at you with a bewildered expression.

"It'll be me in the car.." He aggressively winks badly moving his whole face, producing having to cut due to the laughter.

You look at the paper signs giving from the producers, with text in Italian as well as English.

"That's going to be so embarrassing, it's much worse than what you got!" You leant back, forgetting your arms were tied, whole body falling against the sofa and Arthur's side.

After a couple more embarrassing dares and painful truths, the filming progressed onto the most anticipated question, not only for the audience but for the producers also.

It would be stupid to think that the producers don't think the pair would be cute together, why else would they always be together in videos!

You picked up the next slip of paper, Arthur's eyes widening at your evil grin.

"Just read it, you're scaring me!"

"Ooh! If you had to choose, who would you kiss in this room?" You said matter-of-factly, turning to face Arthur.

He plucked the note out of your hand, slightly fanning himself whilst looking up at the ceiling, "It's starting to get a bit hot in here."

You fell onto your side laughing, "But you have to be completely, completely honest." You spoke, getting back up.

You started pointing around the room, "So there's a sound engineer, there's Angelina." You say smiling, but as you go to look at him you realise that he's only looking at you.

"Well to be completely honest it would have to be you." He says, staring at you as Oscar burst into the room getting everyone to say their "Awwws".

You blush furiously, both of you going into fits of laughter to alleviate the tension.

The video in question cuts to you and Paul outside the building, both being dared to stand with the embarrassing sign.

You held up the sign first, stepping out onto the side of the road and being met with honks as soon as the drivers could read the sign.

"Gosh, my ego is going through the roof." You laughed, getting scared by another abrupt honk.

You turned around to see Arthur sticking himself half way out the car window, opening the door to pull you inside the tiny grey Fiat 500.

"Sorry guys I'm kidnapping her for a while." He shouts out.

This would seem slightly confusing, but gets cleared up quickly by the end snippet of the video being; Arthur gently pulling your chin in his direction, the camera catching a quick kiss before everyone erupts into cheers, Dino and Robert jumping so hard the camera was knocked off the tripod.

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Name: Clawdia Koopa

Debut: Super Mario Bros.

If you’ve ever tried to take a closer look at the Mario series lore, you’ll realize one thing… it is not very consistent! Mario games are filled with little discrepancies, and of course, plenty of obscure and forgotten characters were practically retconned by the series! And of these, who has suffered a worse fate than Clawdia Koopa?

If you were a gaming fan during the 80s and 90s, you will surely remember Clawdia Koopa, the beloved and female wife of the fearsome King Koopa! She may not have shown up much, but her impact on the Mario world was felt everywhere!

Who could forget making it all the way to the end of the NES game, squaring off against the frightening Bowser himself… only to find out, he was even more scared of his wife than you were of him! As the king of the Koopas cowers before his nagging old ball & chain, Mario, who is in no committed relationship, is able to jump over their heads and grab the ax, sending them both plummeting into lava!

Though their relationship may have had a rocky start, it seems the two were still able to settle down and start a family. Just take a look at this letter Bowser sends you in Super Mario Bros. 3!

Yup, this game introduced the Koopalings, and as Nintendo made very clear, Clawdia was their mother! Not only did the game manual reiterate this fact, it also included some pretty detailed pictures of Clawdia in labor, giving birth to each of the seven! They’re a bit too graphic to reproduce here, but it’s awesome they went that far to flesh out the worldbuilding!

So, if Bowser was married, why did he keep kidnapping Princess Peach? Maybe their marriage wasn’t actually going that great? You see, if you were to 100% Super Mario World twice over, you would actually get to see a secret message written by Bowser:

It’s pretty heavy stuff, and Nintendo hid this message for only the most dedicated of Mario fans! And sure enough, things would only go downhill from here… In Hotel Mario, Bowser would build seven Koopa Hotels just to stay away from his wife, and Clawdia hasn’t been seen in any games since… All the fans who never got this message were pretty confused, wondering where Clawdia Koopa had gone… and they were even more confused with the release of Super Mario Sunshine!

This game introduced Bowser Jr., and he was supposed to be Bowser’s new child! Not only were the Koopalings not mentioned at all, but Clawdia was nowhere to be found, either! Instead, Bowser Jr. kept referring to Peach as his ‘mama’, but she turns out to not be his mother either! What’s going on? If Clawdia and Bowser really did get divorced, then where did Bowser Jr. come from?

Things got even worse when Shigeru Miyamoto was interviewed in 2012, saying “Our current story is that the seven Koopalings are not Bowser's children. Bowser's only child is Bowser Jr., and we do not know who the mother is.” When asked about Clawdia Koopa, Miyamoto ended the interview abruptly. So what’s going on here? Is there some sort of conspiracy to cover up Clawdia Koopa? Who would benefit from this, and why?

Well, it turns out the real culprit may have been right in front of us all along! Bowser actually DID remarry, and the mother of Bowser Jr. is none other than Miyamoto himself! After becoming Bowser’s wife, Miyamoto became jealous of Bowser’s ex-wife, suspecting he still had feelings for her. So Miyamoto went and changed the official story, acting like the Koopalings were never Bowser’s kids to begin with! It was quite a petty move on his part, but since Mario canon is in his hands, there was nothing we could do to stop him…

Clawdia may be gone, but I won’t let this revisionist view of history take place! Most Mario fans today have never even heard of Clawdia Koopa, and that’s sad… But I’m not afraid to say her name! This International Women’s Day, I will be changing my full legal name to Clawdia Koopa in her memory, and I hope anyone who stands with me will do the same! After all, if we let Miyamoto get away with this, who knows what he will do next? He might even try to sully the name of Morton Koopa Sr.!

#mario #mario entities #clawdia koopa #mod f boy #april fools

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lizardtakesflight · 11 months

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The "Humans are Space Orcs" trope has always scratched a real good itch in my brain. I have something I want to write for it, but I'm really shit at coming up with a plot, so I keep just doing little drabbles like this:

"You know, I don’t like that they call you that.”

Thirtytwo’s ears perked up and swiveled towards Alex, who had been sitting in the corner of the room and watching nem type away at their console. The Terran had seemed content to spend this work cycle just monitoring Thirtytwo in neir duties, and if ne hadn’t been used to this by now, it probably would have been more than a little anxiety-inducing to be stared at by a predator species for so long. With those eerie, front-facing eyes, it was always pretty clear where he was staring.

Alex had been silent until now, just moments after Thirtytwo ended a call with one of the overseers.

“That they call me what?”

The Terran scowled, and Thirtytwo had repress the urge to shrink down against neir seat at the show of disapproval. “Drudge.”

Thirtytwo’s spines raised slightly in confusion, and ne turned in neir chair to fully face Alex. “That is… what I am, though.”

Alex huffed through his nose. “Yeah, but that’s not– you’re an individual, not just some faceless member of…” He seemed uncomfortable with stating the rest aloud. “You know.”

“The serving caste.” It didn’t bother Thirtytwo at all to be referred to by such; it was just a descriptive of what ne had been born to do. It wasn’t quite clear to nem why this subject seemed to agitate Alex so much any time it came up.

“Yeah, that.” The words sounded flat and unhappy through Thirtytwo’s translator. “They won’t even let you have a real name.”

Now ne was really confused. “My designation is Vega-Bluelight-Drudge-32nd-Born-of-24th-Generation.”

“That’s not a name, that’s just saying what you are!"

Alex’s agitation was beginning to affect neir mood as well, triggering an extremely strong flight urge, and ne couldn’t help snapping back at him. “You aren’t making any sense! They’re the same thing!”

“Okay, okay, sorry. Look." He scrubbed a hand through the short, yellowish fur on the top of his head. "My name is Alex, right?”

Thirtytwo's ears flicked. "Alexander Marcus Sullivan Sol.” That had been on the crew briefing that was sent out before Alex had come on board for the first time. Pronouncing it was a little bit difficult, because neir translator didn't pick up those sounds as translatable words. It always seemed odd to Thirtytwo that the Terran's name was just… gibberish.

“Right. Now, do all those words say what I am?”

Thirtytwo’s spines were beginning to soften out of their defense posture. “Sol means… you’re from the Sol system…”

“And the rest?”

“I don’t know.” They seemed to be nonsense words, but ne didn’t want to offend Alex by saying so. “They don’t translate.”

“Where I come from, names aren’t just… a label, so you can be sorted or ordered around. Names are a way to differentiate you from everyone else. They’re a word or combination of words that very specifically mean you.”

"So they're… descriptive words."

"Sort of. They can be. Most Terrans are named by their parents, or whomever raised them. Sometimes it's a traditional family name, or maybe the name of someone else they want to honor. Or sometimes, they pick it hoping that the kid will grow up to have the qualities of their name."

"So… what does your name mean?"

Alex paused for a moment, then shook his head. "Actually, hold on a minute." He picked up the datapad he'd brought in with him earlier and started tapping away. Probably accessing one of those databases only the higher castes had access to. "Alex is short for Alexander, meaning 'defender of men'," he read aloud.

"So… a warrior? That sounds like a caste assignment."

Alex shrugged. "That's just a coincidence. My dad was an agricultural laborer, Mom ran the transport for the company Dad worked for, and Tati stayed home and watched the kids. I was the only one that took military service, the others chose to work with Dad."

"And Marcus?"

"Eh…" Alex scrolled on his pad, was quiet a moment, then shifted a little in his seat. "It relates to an ancient god of war."

Thirtytwo gave him an unimpressed look. "You're not proving your point, here."

#my writing #humans are space orcs #for reference 32's species looks like a cross between a ferret and a rabbit with six legs and about the size of a medium size dog #with thick flexible spikes on its back

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bvclee · 11 months

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Me gustas tú

PARING: idol!yunjin x idol!newjeans!fem!reader, the reader is born in 2002 and is the oldest of her group.

Genre: fluff, a bit angst

The song is me gustas tu —Manu Chao

PLOT: Yunjin writes you a song using all the languages you talk in it.

ENGLISH ISNT MY FIST LANGUAGE.

Since Yunjin and you had been dating, she always had wanted to write you a song, but she never told you that. She always has kept this idea in the back of her mind, actually writing down everything she loved about you. She loved how you talk, 4 different languages such as English, French and Spanish.

The things you didn't meant to do was always asking her the time of day or what to do even if she knew that you will end up finding out yourself before she even has time to answered. And for some reason she ignored, she loved it.

"You always do that!" She exclaimed smiling in a goofy way making you chuckled in confusion.

"What?"

"Asking me things but ending up doing it yourself or finding the answer yourself before I even have the time to do or say anything!" She explained as you realised that you actually do it really often.

It had been two years since she was doing this, writing slight moment you two had shared in this little book you gave her on your first date. She had kept it since, and use it for special occasions too scared to finish it. And writing a song for you, was definitely special. It had been a month that she was finally doing a song on her own. But she never wanted you to heard a single line of it.

You just thought it was something personal and support her no matter what, and that was what she loved about you. How even if she wasn't how you wanted her to be, you'd still stick by her side and make her feelings and thoughts valid.

Her members did knew thought, but they didn't know any line of the song, just a little part of how it would sound, but never more. She was really secretive about it. And even your members were curious to know what was it about. Everyone was thinking it could be about her past or something she never told people about.

The day the song was about to get released, your member and you were sitting on the couch waiting for the countdown to end and finally listen to the song. You sent a quick message to Yunjin saying you were supper exited about it and proud of her.

As the countdown end, LE SSERAFIM members started cheering making Yunjin giggled in slight embarrassment, but the reaction she was scared of was yours. She was hoping you'd like the song, and was terrified about how you could react.

The song started playing, for both of the groups. It was a surprise for everyone to listen to Yunjin spoke in Spanish. At first you were confused about it, why was she singing in Spanish, but as you were listening to the song, you soon find out it was about you.

qué horas son, mi corazón?

You gasped in shock and adoration, her accent was perfect. She was talking in the two languages she wanted to learn about the most, for you. Talking about the things you loved and appreciated. You understood that the line being in pink were you taking and in red, Yunjin telling you she loved you.

me gusta la montaña, me gustas tú

me gusta la noche, me gustas tú

Danielle looked at your face and started smiling explaining to the group what she understood since she started Spanish lesson with you.

"It's a song about Yn!" She said exited as all the members started to translate the song together, giggling time to time finding it really cute.

"I wish I will have a lover like this!" Hyein said replaying the song actually loving it.

¿ qué voy hacer ?, je ne sais pas

And you? You were so shocked, blushing in every way as you started typing but actually delete everything you wanted to say.

"Just go see her." Minji said smiling at you as you watched all you members looking encouragingly.

In the LE SSERAFIM dorms, the girls were doing crazy. Running everywhere in excitement, as they all praised Yunjin telling her how good and cute her song was, and how they were proud of her. But Yunjin was terrified, you hadn't sent any messages like you would normally do, and it was eating her soul.

"No messages?" Eunchae asked sitting next to the American as she shook her head no. She was about to cry, all the stress coming out the surface as all the members rushed over her, trying to comfort her.

They heard a knock on the door as Yunjin stood up, ready to tell whoever it was to go away. She was fighting tears even thought some had already to fall. She opened it aggressively as she was ready to yell at the person but softened when she realised it was just you, staring at her.

"Yn—" You cut her off, crashing your lips onto hers, putting all the love and passion you had towards her in this kiss, Yunjin felt her heart bounce in happiness.

You pulled away needing to breathe, at this point you didn't cared if anyone had watched you to kiss, all you could think was Yunjin and the love you had for her. You stared at her wiping tears as you smiled.

"Me gustas tú, huh?" You said as she sniffled with a smile, feeling relief and happy.

"I love you too, Jen." You said as you went for another kiss, wrapping your arms around her neck.

Chaewon started at you two in fake disgust as Sakura and Eunchae was watching the scene in pure adoration making Kazuha giggle.

"Please, we don't need to see this!" Making all of you laugh, as you hugged Yunjin.

"I loved your song."

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#x reader #gxglesbianlgbt #chaewon #huh yunjin x reader #x female reader #hyein new jeans #le sserafim #lgbtq #newjeans #wlw #danielle #Spotify

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multific · 1 year

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Missions

Simon "Ghost" Riley x Fem!Reader

Warning: Injury, talk about blood

„You are not going to die.” he said, possibly trying to convince himself and not you, you couldn’t tell. He kept on applying more and more pressure to the wound on your side. But blood just kept oozing out.

Simon was scared. This is exactly what he feared the most, you dying in his arms and he has to watch.

„Gaz! Where is the medic?!” he basically yelled into the radio.

„Three minutes out.”

„That’s too long! She will die Gaz!” he sounded desperate, everyone on the radio could hear his pain. And they all understood.

„We will hurry, Ghost.” said Gaz as he hurried the pilot.

You watched as he was shaking, fear and anger taking over and you said the only thing you could.

„This is not your fault Ghost. I pushed you out of the way and got hurt instead of you. It was my choice to save you, it’s not your fault.” you knew him too well, you knew that if you were to die, he would blame himself for eternity.

„Fuck, stop talking, Fox.”

„I love you, Simon and I don’t regret anything. I hope you don’t regret our love.”

„Of course fucking not.”

„Good.” you tried to move but his grip on you was like iron.

You started to black out, didn’t hear anything, and all you saw is a chopper landing before you fainted.

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You weren’t really surprised when you woke up in the medbay. Nor were you when you found Simon sitting in the chair next to you, asleep.

You don’t know how long you were out. You still felt weak but at least you weren’t dead.

You moved a little, waiting to see if Simon woke up, but he didn’t. His hand was holding yours so, you moved it, this small movement did the trick and woke him.

He didn’t say a word, just continued to look at you.

„I’m feeling better, thank you for asking.” you said as he pulled his hand away, sitting up straight.

„You got hurt because of me.”

„I told you it wasn’t your fault.” you argued.

„But it was. I let myself have a weakness, and now I’ll get rid of it.” you looked at him, confused.

„What do you mean?”

„I’m ending our relationship. I cannot afford to have weaknesses,” he said as he stood up but you moved and grabbed his hand.

„At least look at me when you say that Simon. Also, I am not willing to watch you die, so you will have to avoid getting near explosions.”

„I’m not arguing, Y/N, I’m breaking up with you.”

„At least look at me without your mask Simon. I’m not getting dumped by my Lieutenant but by my boyfriend.”

You knew the longer you kept him there, he will change his mind, he wasn't fully set on the breakup. But you also knew, he didn’t want to see you hurt. But you couldn’t bare the thought that he would be laying where you were right now. If not worse.

He closed the door and removed his mask.

The air was so thick. You felt it tighten around your throat.

„I want to break up with you.” he said, while looking into your eyes.

You nodded, „No.” you said and he didn’t move.

„This is not something you can decline.”

„Of course, I can. You are not breaking up with me because you got scared, Simon. You cannot break up with me because I got hurt once while saving your life, may I add. So, no, Simon you are not breaking up with me. I cannot lose you, and I will not lose you too.”

„You-I-„ you got him. You knew you did, now you just had to convince him a bit more, you knew this is not what he really wanted he just tried to act tough.

„I get what you mean, I’m terrified something would happen to you, which is why I moved on instinct when I saw the explosive. And I know you would do the same. But I wouldn’t break up with you for that reason. I love you Simon.”

There was a pause. The room went very quiet and you feared the worse. But then, he let out a sigh.

„I love you too.”

„So, don’t leave, please?” you held your hand out and he moved from the feet of your bed to stand beside you. „I cannot promise I won’t get hurt again. But I promise I’m not going to kill myself.” he nodded and took your hand.

„I’m sorry.” he said as he put his face into your neck, something he loved to do, holding you close, smelling you.

„I know you just want to look out for me, I get it, but don’t break up with me for no reason please.”

"It wasn't for no reason..." he pouted as he looked away from you. Sometimes he could act like such a child.

"Okay, then please don't over this reason." you felt him nodding into your neck.

And while you very well knew you rather throw yourself into the line of fire than see him get hurt, you also wanted to be more careful for his sake.

You knew Simon had a broken heart which could easily shatter if something was to happen to you. And you were not willing to die, not until you have your happily ever after.

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lazyalani · 11 months

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| Bachira Meguru × [GN!Reader]

| We all need someone to stay

| Angst, comfort, hurt/comfort, short, not proofread

| Summary: He drowns in his own thoughts, so you pull him out.

| Blue Lock Masterlist

| Main Masterlist

Hear the fallen and lonely, cry out

"Ne, [Name]-chan, have you ever thought about what would've happened if you never came to that abandoned field?"

You stopped mixing the batter and blinked at him. "No, not really. There's just no reason to, why?" You stared at him.

He was sitting on the couch, his arms resting on his knees, head down, and eyes blank.

"[Name]-chan, you were the only one who truly accepted me despite my weird antics. Despite me, being me." Oh how much it hurts you that he talks about himself in such a way.

"Meguru, you say that as if there's something wrong with you being you." You frowned and washed your hands, removing your apron.

"[Name]-chan, people don't like me. I'm not popular nor normal. Ofcourse you'd say I'm perfectly fine the way I am but it's really fine, [Name]-chan, I know I'm weird--" You hugged him.

You put his head on your chest and he is confused. "[Name]-chan?"

Will you fix me up?

"You idiot. You absolute idiot. Ofcourse I'd say you're perfectly fine the way you are, because you are!"

His eyes widened at your outburst.

"I don't want those other popular, normal, muscular guys, Meguru, I want you. I want you because you're you."

He peeks from your chest and tried to look at your face, but he can only see your neck, your head is hovering his as you hug him tight.

"Who cares if you're weird? I like you weird! I mean, not bad weird but good weird! Who cares if I get spooked sometimes when you say your monster is sitting next to me or smiling at me? Who cares if I get surprised when I wake up and I see your smiling face staring at me? Who cares if you're overly clingy? Who cares if you're overly lively? Who cares if you're always happy and relaxed? I love those about you! I love you because you're Bachira Meguru!"

A tear falls from his eye.

Will you show me hope?

You feel it and immediately panic, letting him go and thinking you've suffocated him or something. "Meguru! I'm so sor--"

You get cut off as he suddenly hugs you and you get pushed, laying on the couch with him hugging you, hiding his face on your neck so you don't see him crying.

You don't see it, but you feel it. His eyes cascading down from his eyes to your neck.

"What if you never went to that park? What if you never saw me? What if you never talked to me first? What if you never came back the next day? What if we don't meet? Then I'd be lonely all over again. I'd be the boy who gave up making friends and accepted his fate of being alone. Those thoughts always ring in my head. I can still hear the voices of the people talking shit about me, [Name]-chan, and I don't know what to do anymore." He cries on your neck.

You tear up and caress his hair, kissing his head.

"The faces of the people who look at me with those judging looks, their critism whenever I pass to my monster, the hatred in their eyes when I celebrate my victory, the 'whispering' voices of people calling me names, they all still live in my head. I can't get them out. So what if you never came to light me up again, [Name]?"

At the end of the day, we're helpless

"There will be no what ifs, Meguru, because I will always come. No matter what life we live in, no matter how far we are from each other, no matter what storn comes, no matter what comes between us, I will always be there. So just always wait for me at that park, okay? I'll come, no matter what. I will always come to light you up."

He raises himself up with both hands on the side of your head and leans down to kiss you.

The kiss is salty, but warm. It's messy, but careful. It's sloppy, but comforting. It's sticky because of the tears, but loving.

"[Name]-chan, please, help me. I don't want them in my head, anymore." He cries out to you again.

You push his bangs away from his eyes and kiss his forehead, cupping his cheeks. "There is no need to think about them anymore, because what matter is you're here, with me. Let's fill that head of your happy memories, alright?"

He nods, rubbing his eyes, and for a moment, you see him back in the day, when you were both children, crying because of his stupid teammates and ranting to you.

You smile and kiss him again, cherising this side of him, where he opens up and lets you help him.

"There is no reason to think I'll be lonely anymore, is there? Because you're here with me, [Name]-chan."

Can you keep me close? Can you love me most?

#blue lock #blue lock x reader #blue lock fluff #blue lock angst #anime #bllk #bllk x reader #bachira meguru x reader #bllk bachira #bachira meguru #bachira x reader #lazyalani

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shmolish · 21 days

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https://www.tumblr.com/shmolish/747107246608138240/i-got-an-ideafor-a-bit-of-feelings-i-thought?source=share

Same anon here aaaand can't help but think of an idea for a part 2 if you want!

Maybe Prune juice finds y/n's diary and learns about y/n's plight behind y/n's back....

Aaaaaaaaaaand maybe to turn this intoba bit of a hurt comfort...Prune juice later reveals to y/n...he loves them back and that they ARE enough.

(Got idea from reading a bunch of hurt to comfort....also bonus if you want to add this in but if not I understand: he reveals that the reason he wants to get famous and live lavishly....is so he could make sure he could spoil y/n with his love and the lavish life ne wants to live with them! He wants to make sure y/n feels adored and never has to worry about a thing ever again!)

AN: T3$+S 4R3 C0M1NG UP. W9RK1NG H4RD. 1 2WE4R.

(Idk why I typed that, lol.)

Prune Juice x Reader

Oneshot (2/2)

Warnings: Angst (mild)

-Good Enough-

"Okay, what's up with you?"

Prune Juice had just walked in front of your desk, crossing his arms with a glare present on his face.

You titled your head in confusion. "What do you mean?" You'd ask.

He sighed. "You're acting.. weird. Like you keep avoiding me and zoning out all of the time," he explained.

Oh, so he noticed. You're trying to stay out of his life and yet you still end up troubling him. How disappointing.

"I'm not avoiding you," you would say to him

"Yes you are. Now what's bothering you?"

The world is being cruel again. Why does it always have to give you hope like this? Making you think that he cares..

"Nothing." You get up from your seat and walk outside of the classroom.

You just need to get away from everyone. You just need to get away from him.

You just need to get away from these emotions.

You wander through the rather empty hallways of the school. The taps of your shoes echo throughout these winding halls, soon being one of the only things occupying your thoughts.

The only other thing being Prune Juice, of course.

You just can't seem to stop thinking about him.

"Ah, wait!" A voice called out to you.

It was Prune Juice.

He quickly caught up to you and grabbed your hand.

"Is this about what you wrote in your journal..?" He'd ask with a solemn face.

Your eyes would widen a bit. "H- how do you know about that?"

He snickered. "You left it on your desk." He held it out and handed it you, to which you quickly snatched away from him.

"Hasn't anyone taught you to not look through people's stuff?" You'd huff.

"Haha, I didn't need that dumb book to realize how you felt about me," Prune Juice said.

"Why do you think it's dumb?"

"Because of what you write in it. You don't actually think your not good enough for me, right?"

You'd avert your gaze from him. "Well.."

Prune Juice abruptly leaves a kiss on you cheek, causing a dusty pink to cover your face.

"If I didn't think you were good enough for me, I wouldn't be talking to you now," he told you, a soft smile appearing on his face.

"I thought you just wanted to become rich and didn't want anyone else to bother you-!" You'd say in surprise, not at all expecting this outcome.

Prune Juice sighed. "You really don't get it?"

You shook your head.

"I want to become rich for you. I want to live alone with you. That way, I can spoil you and you won't have a thing to worry about!" He patted you head, looking at you with a grin.

"Wait, so you... like me?" You'd ask, blush still covering your face.

"I thought it was obvious."

"Why didn't you say anything sooner if you knew how I felt?"

"Well, it was supposed to be this whole thing. I wanted it to be grand, and worth remembering! ...But I guess the little secret came out prematurely..." he smiled awkwardly.

You smiled back. "I'm so glad.."

Prune Juice would cup your face, looking at you with longing. "Don't worry about not being enough, okay? I'll always love you."

《☆》 Fin

#cookie run kingdom #crk #crk x reader #cookie run kingdom x reader #cookie run #prune juice cookie #prune juice crk #prune juice cookie x reader #prune juice x reader #prune juice #prune juice angst #prune juice cookie x reader oneshot #angst #hurt comfort #comfort #crk prune juice x reader #prune juice x reader crk

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withacapitalp · 3 months

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Dear You, Pt 1

For the miraculous amazing wonderful @artbean LEX I am SO happy I got to be your Valentine this year I am so excited for you to get to enjoy every bit of this story, and I can't wait to scream about it with you now that I FINALLY can. Also a very huge thank you to @hbyrde36 for being the worlds BEST beta and encouraging me every single day on this. I can't wait to watch this one grow

Link to AO3

----- It all started with a dimebag.

Well, actually, it started long before that, not that Eddie had any clue back then.

For him though, it started with a dimebag.

“You’ve gotta be kidding me,” Eddie said, huffing out an incredulous laugh as he stared down Steve Harrington, waiting for the other shoe to drop.

Despite what his new sheep seemed to think about the former King of Hawkins High, Eddie knew guys like Harrington. They didn’t change, or somehow suddenly evolve into not shitty humans. They were high school has-beens, losers, dicks who never had to grow up because daddy would always be there to protect them.

Steve coming to see him alone after Hellfire? The only way that was going to end was with a plastic baggie and cash exchanging hands, or some kind of fucked up prank that he would laugh about with his other jock douchebags for all of a week.

But King Steve hadn’t done either of those things. In an increasingly confusing turn of events, Harrington had apparently come to him to ask Eddie to sell weed to Jonathan Byers.

Jonathan Byers… the guy who stole his girlfriend right out from under him.

“Look man, he’s too nervous to come to you directly, and I wouldn’t give a fuck about buying for him, but I know you still charge me the asshole tax-” Steve said, running his fingers through his oh-so-perfect hair and sighing as he turned back to Eddie with an even more determined look in his eye.

“You earned the asshole tax, Harrington,” Eddie cut in, a bit harsher than he meant to. Steve almost flinched back and Eddie bit his tongue before he could start ranting. He didn’t really care about Steve’s feelings, but he wasn’t looking to become one of the bullies that he constantly railed against.

Besides, he wanted answers, and he wouldn’t get those from antagonizing Steve past the point of conversation.

“Regardless,” Steve continued on, “I told him that I can’t keep floating the extra cash and he has to start buying from you directly.”

Steve had repeated that same point about five times in this conversation, but Eddie still didn’t get it. No matter how he tried to rearrange it, he just couldn’t make it make sense.

“So you, Steve “The Hair” Harrington, have been buying weed for Jonathan Byers, and you’re just paying the extra money that I charge you for your high school jock tendencies out of the goodness of your ever-so-loving heart?” Eddie asked rhetorically, raising a brow.

Steve nodded anyway and Eddie crossed his arms, his brow furrowing at the completely innocent expression on Steve’s face.

“Why?”

That was the question wasn’t it? What did Steve get out of all of this? Having something to hold over Jonathan couldn��t be worth that much, the asshole tax was a pretty big hike after all. Besides, Will was one of the kids he drove around town all the time.

Were they…friends? Was that even possible?

“Will you do it?” Steve asked, bluntly avoiding the question with a look that told Eddie he wasn’t getting any answers.

“He knows where the picnic table is and what my hours are,” Eddie answered, starting to get bored of the cryptic conversation, “You didn’t have to come here for all this.”

“Look, Jonathan’s been through a lot-”

“You’re telling me that?” Eddie said, a sharp laugh exploding from his chest at the hypocrisy of that statement. Unless he was forgetting, it was Harrington that had beat Jonathan’s face in two years ago, not him.

This time Steve actually did flinch back, his entire body on guard and defensive, coiled like a snake and ready to strike. Eddie was ready for a blow, a punch to the gut or a new black eye to sport for the next few weeks.

But it never came.

Harrington just…stood there, walls high as can be, obviously uneasy but unwilling to leave until he got what he had come here for. The vicious little joy he had gotten at finally landing a hit on the impervious King Steve was quickly waning the longer they just stood there, looking at each other, regret pressing down on the deep buried wounds Eddie hid in his chest.

He knew better than most how much it hurt to constantly have your own failures thrown back in your face.

“Are you done being a douchebag?” Steve asked quietly when the silence had gotten appropriately uncomfortable. Eddie jerked his head upwards in a nod and Steve sighed again, looking away and letting his eyes wander around the drama room rather than look at Eddie.

“All I’m askin’ is that you don’t overcharge him, and don’t do your whole scary demon leader thing. ‘Kay?”

“And I should listen to you, why?” Eddie asked, leaning back and sliding up to sit on the table, faux nonchalance dripping from every pore. He wasn’t looking to be too mean, not anymore, but it was still fun to watch Harrington squirm a little bit.

“Because if you don’t I’ll sic our mutual children on you, and, trust me, you don’t want to be on Will Byers’s shit list.” Steve said with a wry little grin, obviously thinking about all the ways the kids would make Eddie’s life hell if he said no. “By the way, they don’t know Jon smokes, so don’t tell them.”

“All sales are sacrosanct, as you know,” Eddie immediately responded, his personal code jumping out.

Eddie was a lot of things, but he was no snitch. Munsons never turned, never gave up anything that they had been given to hide, not even on the threat of death. His father was shitty for many, many, reasons, but Al had taught him at least one good thing.

“Why does Byers need so much weed anyway?” Eddie asked, trying to turn the conversation casual again, “I thought you were smoking like every night for those migraines the brats are always going on about.”

It was a completely normal thing to say, nothing sharp or biting in the slightest, but the second the words were out of his mouth, all of the blood drained from Steve’s face, and his hand immediately shot up to rub at the side of his neck. He even took a step back, needing extra space between them for some damn reason.

“Nah, I don’t um-” Steve took a deep shaking breath, looking like he had seen a monster. “Drugs aren’t really my thing anymore.”

Drugs weren’t his thing?

Even before the concussions, Harrington was one of Eddie’s top customers. And after getting his head bashed in, Steve was at the picnic table making weekly transactions, always for the same exact amount of product. They almost had it down to a science- 40 bucks, two baggies, have a nice day.

But something about the way Steve was holding himself- the hunched up shoulders and the way his eyes looked about a thousand miles away- it just felt bad.

There was pain there, deep, unnerving pain, and it made Eddie believe every word he was saying.

“After-” Steve cut himself off again, forcing another deep breath in, this one more steady. Eddie could almost physically see Steve put himself back together, the mask of aloof uncaring King Steve coming over his face in a way that was comforting in its familiarity, but disturbing in its motion.

“Drugs aren’t my thing anymore,” Steve repeated, voice sturdy and walls ten miles high.

“Okay, no worries,” Eddie said, unable to keep all of the gentleness out of his voice. He didn’t exactly want to treat Harrington like one of his lost sheep, but he couldn’t help the urge to protect that came over him any time he saw someone in need. “Uh- tell Byers to meet me on Tuesdays. I’ll- um- charge him the friends and family discount.”

Eddie never had a problem overcharging rich jerks from Loch Nora, but he could swing a bit of an income dip for another kid with one parent and way too many bills on the table.

“Tuesday and Friday,” Steve countered, like they were in a fricken tennis match.

“Tuesday and Friday it is,” Eddie agreed easily, hopping down from his spot and walking towards the door patting Steve twice on the shoulder as he passed him, enjoying the way it made the other boy jump.

Some things would just never change, and freaking out a jock was still one of life’s beautiful little pleasures.

The two of them walked out of the school in an amicable silence. They weren’t friends, Eddie could never imagine thinking of Steve like that, but they weren’t exactly enemies. Steve was no longer who he had been, if the kids were to be believed, but that didn’t matter much to Eddie. He had still been that person, and that was enough reason to dislike him.

Was there a word for that? A word for a person whom you no longer hated, but still didn’t really care to know? There had to be people in the world who had dealt with this particular issue.

Eddie was so deep in his thoughts that he barely noticed walking out the door and down the steps. He only realized they were at their destination when Steve broke away, turning and going in the opposite direction.

“Thanks,” Harrington called out with a toss of his hand over his shoulder, walking towards his lonely Beemer in the other corner of the parking lot.

“Oh yeah, sure,” Eddie muttered, still distracted by the question.

Eddie cared about the brats, he knew that. He was handing down the legacy of Hellfire to those hellions, and he knew they would do well. And the kids cared about Steve, for some inexplicable reason. Henderson was desperate to make them best friends for god's sake.

Well, best friends they would never be, but maybe an olive branch would push them towards something better. If Harrington was going to be in his life more, Eddie at least wanted it to be bearable.

“Hey Steve?” Eddie shouted from across the parking lot, catching Steve’s attention and making him turn around.

“If you- um- ever decide drugs are ‘your thing’ again, I’ll cut your asshole tax in half,” Eddie offered, feeling inexplicably embarrassed and trying to hide his blush behind his hair, “For Henderson, you know?”

“Just be nice to Jonathan, that’s all I’m askin’ for!” Steve shouted back.

Jonathan.

Eddie shook his head, jogging over to his van and fumbling for the keys, nearly dropping them as he went to unlock the door.

“Jonathan fucking Byers what are you bringing into my life?” Eddie mumbled to himself, already sure that this was going to lead to absolutely nothing good.

#steve harrington #eddie munson #NOT STEDDIE #sorry kings!#jeddie #Jonathan and Eddie?#idk how to tag this RIP #stranger things #st #st drabble #st4 #it's gonna be fun #sweetandspicyexchange

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thebottomfromhell · 8 months

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If requests are open how would the upper moons and enmu feel about a demon s/o whose blood demon art is all about plants like she can create poisonous ivy, long vines, grow trees to shield self from attacks etc.

What if y/n accidentally spawns a blue spiderlily after a near-death experience from an fight with a hashira?

I'm very sorry for how long it took me to do this one. For starters I didn't know well how to so it. First, it was a long ask for the number of characters it included but I am glad we finally include Enmu. Also, I couldn't dicede whenever I should make reader have Poison Ivy's personality or not, but to make it more relatable in the end I decided not to.

Also at first I was making the Hantengu clones separated but I wasn't convinced about how was going, so I erased those sketches and put them together in a way thag lets to the readers' interpretation who they are in a relationship with (the main body doesn't fight, so he isn't there). Also, I really tried to add Nakime, but it was inpossible to get her S/O in a near-death situation with her around.

Uppermoons + Enmu reaction to GN Demon Reader with Poison Ivy's power s/o fighting Hashira (and basically yeeting themselves into Muzan's favorites, also no canon fights).

Warnings: Slight manga spoiler (Akaza), Mentioned cannibalism, Near death experience, Implied recreational drug use, Some uppermoons being condescending towards reader(most are mostly worried, though, but are aggresive and rude at showing it), Death of unamed Hashira, Open endings

Enmu:

Enmu really admires your Blood Demon Art, he views it as a wonder, he adores everything you can do with it, and it has saved his life several times. He is not like the Uppermoons, after all, a fight with a Hashira is not something he can just call "my next meal", but something he would fear if it was not for his... passion towards death and suffering. This time the fight is become a lot more difficult than expected, and so he appreciates how you shield him with trees and vines, also the poisonous flowers... When they arrive. "Y/N, darling? It's not that I want to tell you how to use your demon art but, and the flowers?"

His demon blood is stronger, but not as fun as yours. He adores listening the slayers choking in your poison, crushed in your plants, burriend alive in your roots. Killing then while they sleep is not as fun as watching them squirm in pain and fear, and he loves you for it. "There is a weird plant in this area, it feels asleep. I want to wake it up. I can sense it, it's important." Your passion for plants is also amusing, but this is not the moment. But it all happens in a seconds, only by a few inches Enmu manages to save his neck to be cut completely as he falls into the floor, half-faking his death, trying to regenerate as the slayer goes to yours while you are distracted.

You trust Enmu, you know he can deal with the situation, but it didn't stop you to be afraid when you are face to face with a Hashira. Out of fear both your heartbeat and power rises as you feel everything in slow motion as the katana reaches your neck and your partner raises his hand "Sleep." And the slayer does, falling over some glowing blue flowers. You kneel to move the Hashira and see what type of flower might be.... a spider lily? But those are not blue, those are- "Y/N, you did a very good job." Suddenly his voice sounds in your head before doors upen on the floor you step in, making you fall as Enmu watches confused. "You have given me exactly what I wanted."

Gyutaro:

Daki likes your Demon Blood Art more than he does, she always asks you to make some pretty flowers so she can use them for decorations or to make crown flowers. Gyutaro, as always, as long as his sister is happy, he doesn't care. Where he and Daki live, though, it's not a handy ability, since the intention is to keep a low profile, and a tree suddenly growing in middle of a house is not... it would draw the attention of the slayers. "Oi, ne! I have already told you, stay out of the fight! Ne!" It's not like he can't fight them off alone, but no more than 21 Hashira in more than 100 years managed to find them, and you could easily raise that number to one Hashira per year. You still try to fight when Gyutaro tries to shove you to his sister, for you to keep each other safe. "Damn it, Gyutaro! Let me help!"

Daki complains as well, but unlike you, she actually does what her brother says. "Y/N! Are you an idiot?! What can you do to help onii-chan? He can beat any Hashira alone!" You already know this, by your knowledge there has been no Hashira able to defeat an Uppermoon, only other demons wanting to take said place. Gyutaro is the youngest Uppermoon with his sister, so he doesn't need you. That annoys you, you want to prove your worth to be with one of his favorites.

But again, you must also understand where he is coming from, you can't use anything bigger than flowers here, so you try to use poisonous small plants with spores to cut their breathing and kill them when they can't, but if other people inhale it and also die... it will also draw more attention. Here a woman dying or going missing once a week is not suspicious, here everyone competes for the job, clients dying do. There is no way around it, so you always trie to get something new. You can feel the next thing, it's something you have been trying to build, you know it's a flower, that it's not poisonous, and that it's powerful. You can sense that. "Y/N MOVE!" Too late, the blade of the Hashira's sword is already pressing against your neck. You close your eyes as it digs and bring up that flower, only to feel the blade stopping moving once it's halfway in, with the slayer sounding as if he choked.

"Are you ok?" Gyutaro asks, closer than he was before, and you open your eyes to see him with one of his sickle stabbing through the neck of the slayer. You can't help but feel a bit dissapointed, specially as you look at your feet and see only spider lilies, but... these one have something weird. Spider lilies tend to be red, there are some white ones, others pink... but these are blue. And not the pink with blue stricks that is very weird, but completely blue and glowing. "Y/N." You hear his voice in your head as the biwa cord resonates, changing your setting as Gyutaro calls you, being left behind. "You have done something wonderful." He seems pleased, but... what is going on? Why do you feel intimidated by that? "You have given me the blue spider lily."

Gyokko:

Hashira are easy to deal with... for Gyokko, not for you. And while he likes your Blood Demon Art, he prefers to deal with the slayers by his own. Uppermoon Five, why would he need you to help him? Even now, it's not the case, so he is mostly amused of how you try to step into the fight and make yourself useful. "I'm not going to protect you, darling! So don't go dying on me!" He is joking... maybe. If he gets in the mood he will help you, if not, you're on your own. (And part of him wonders how a dying you would look that.) "I don't need you to protect me, Gyokko."

That was mostly out of pride, Gyokko has already faced 14 Hashira by his own, you have at most being able to interrupt their breathings styles. Still, you want to try something new today, there is a plant, a flower you have felt but haven't been able to summon. You can sense it, it's powerful, it's rare, it's something Gyokko will love. After all, even if you won't be feeding his ego by admitimg it, you are aware of the class difference between you two, and it makes you want to impress him. That is the only reason you are using trees to shield yourself of attacks to the neck, wood being cut like papers by the nichirin blade. "It's almost here..." you close your eyes to concentrate on the summoning, having already put distance and a barrier between the slayer and you.... it was a mistake. "Love, don't fall asleep! The Hashira is-"

You stop hearing Gyokko, even though you know he is still talking, everything has bacome slow as the slayer is suddenly right in front of you, katana going forward to your neck. You can basically feel the flowers blooming under your feet but you won't get to finish with them before you are decapitated. Then you feel a big hit that starts taking pieces of both yours and the Hashira's flesh. Ten Thousand Gliding Slime-Fish.... by the time you get put the attack range you are missing a forearm, bites of your legs and side of your face, the poison is painful and slows you down, but you'll live. You lament that you didn't even got to see the plants. "Didn't you say you would not protect me?" And before Gyokko can answer, a voice in your head does. "Y/N. I want you right here, right now. I think you have something I need." That... doesn't sounds good.

Hantengu Clones:

You really get the field messy, "Wow, that tree was so tall it almost hit me! So impressive, Y/N! Do it again!" Urogi and Karaku love it "C'mon Y/N! Give us something bigger! How about some drugs and poison to choke everyone here?", Sekido and Qizetsu would rather not have to deal with that when swords are pointed to their necks, even if they will survive it. "WHY AREN'T YOU TAKING CARE OF THE MAIN BODY?! AND YOU PAIR OF FREAKS STOP FOOLING AROUND!" Their opinions of your Demons Blood Art is as different as each other.

Sekido thinks it's useless, dislikes whenever you use it, whenever it's battle (it gets in his way and it's harder for him to act in a field that is constantly changing) or for fun. Karaku, on the other hand, always defends it, he likes the plants you can make and he is not going to deny abusing of certain leaves or flowers every once in a while. Urogi thinks it's fun, he loves how you can make the highests trees and the prettiest flowers, he likes to play with you using your powers (but it won't let him concentrate in battle). And Aizetsu... "How sad that we can't coordinate our abilities. But it would make me sadder if anything happened to you, so you should just do as Sekido says." .... is Aizetsu....

This is a pair of Hashira, each one with those sidekicks of them, something that surprised every demon in the battle, since they usually don't work in teams. The tsugukos have proven to take advantage of their masterd and play sneaky, managing to decapitate the clones several times while the Hashira attack by face and distract them. This has left Aizetsu and Sekido specially nervious, hence why the anger clone wants you and the main body as far away as possible. Karaku and Urogi trust that you will be fine with them around, and trust the use of your powers.... but.... "Y/N! Whatch out!" Thiscis getting out of control, they can't keep an eye on you, exposed as they try to locate their enemies between the trees. The pleasure clones decides to just destroy the damn area when he sees a tsuguko behind you, you also fly with the hit as trees beging to fall. "DAMN YOU KARAKU! HOW DARE YOU ATTACK US AS WELL?!" "Y/N! I've lost Y/N!" He sceams before a Hashira cut his wings as he was looking for you. "... Sekido... I think we have to...." Aizetsu looks as if he was about to cry and Sekido instantly knows what he means. And he agrees.

It's all too messy, you got trapped under the leftovers with the tsuguko who was about to attackt you. Because of their contusion you managed to pierce a branch in their chest as you summoned something else by the fear of having them so close in a so closed space. The ground is glowing in blue, spider lilies blossoming below you as the slayer's blood falls over them. You watch confused the plant as the rocks, soil and wood over you is retired softly by a giant dragon-shaped entity. "You should have stayed away. Safe." Oh no, you are not going to be scolded by the kid.

And you really are not going to, because a door instantly appears in front of you as Zohakuten's bloos demon art finishes the slayers and shields the main body. "Muzan-sama?" He exists thrugh there with the appereance of a child younger feom what Zohakuten looks. You barely recognized, and you are grateful the kid did before you said something suicidal. "I came to speak to you, Y/N. I think you just did something great." Should you be scared? Because... you think you are.

Akaza:

Akaza totally thinks you can protect yourself, of course some trees, vines and poison can save you from the strengh of mystical nature through breathing excercises. There is no way he is afraid the weak, the human, the slayers, will kill you and take you away from him when he promised to protect you and you promised a life with him but he will have to hold her in his arms with blood coming from her mouth, so fragile and cold when she was always so warm because of her fevers and he had to take care of her but he left and she died ..... Ok, he can't trust you to protect yourself but that is not your fault. He genuinely thinks your Blood Demon Art it's amazing, just as everything you have, but.... you know.... he is overprotective.

"I CAN HANDLE THIS ALONE, GO SOMEWHERE SAFE!" He gives another kick to the Hashira, sending the slayer to crash against a tree, the sound of the bones breaking being easy to hear even from the almost 100 feet away. "You get out of here!" He takes your shoulder and pushes you on the opposite side the slayer is, guiding you forcefully to safety, but with your resistance it's only a few steps he manages to make before the Hashira comes back fighting. When Akaza faces the human, he gets even more scared. "GO SO I CAN FINISH THIS SAFELY! THE SU-" he doesn't get to finish the sentence as his neck is cut while distracted, not enough to take his head of as he breaks the sword before, but...

The slayer jumps to grab you, not even breathing, as the sun starts to come out. The. Sun. Is. Coming. Out. Akaza is having an attack, not knowing what to do to kill the slayer without hurting you as the light starts to reflect against the soil. The sun is coming out and you can't think straight. You are going to die. You are going to die. You feel a powerful, weird new plant growing under your feet but you can't care because you are going to die. You were both going to die until the Biwa sounds, and you are safe inside the Infinity Castle. It takes Akaza, unlike you, some few deep breaths to calm down and slam his fist through the Hashira's face, killing the human. You are still in shock when you hear his voice. "Well Akaza, it seems like you did find the blue spider lily. Y/N, I think you have something I want."

Douma:

Douma thinks your Demon Blood Art is quite handy, very useful and a marvel at that. Really, who could rival you with that beautiful ability? You can create the most impressive decoration, easily destroy the place with the beauty of nature and kill some humans, what else does he need for someone to fix his home? Oh, you meant in a fight? Nah, Douma thinks it's of it as a burden whenever you try to help. But you are trying your hardest and it's quiete endearing (or maybe the word is "fun"?), so he can't bring himself to stop you. "You are losing badly, Y/N, dear. Maybe you should let me handle it for you. I am always here to help others."

"Shut up, Douma! This is my fight!" It's impossible to say if that is a tease or it just sounds like he is actively trying to annoy you, but you don't want his help. "Okeeey! Still here if you need me!" You have been working on something and now it's the time to try it out, if only you had a few seconds to concentrate without risking losing your head. The space inside the cult is too small for that, but the sun is already up outside, so it would be suicide to ruin the structure and the last thing you want is to accidently kill Douma's followers. You wrap the slayer body with some vines before closing your eyes. Concentrate! Concentra! The Hashira has already cut the vines and the katana is inches against your neck... you hurry the summon the flower sonething when you feel a sharp edge before your head rols in the floor.

Your dead! Your dead, even like this you can feel your heart beat like crazy and you can only see blue petals as your ears go numb before Douma picks up your head and "I'm sorry for killing the Hashira for you, but you stoped moving after I cut your neck so the nichirin blade wouldn't! So I dedided to finish the job!" ... fuck Douma! He scared you! You are about to complain when you hear his voice in your head "Y/N. We need to talk. You have something that I have been looking for. Also, don't bring Douma." Ok, now what? Your body falls when a door opens in the floor with the Biwa, your head still in Douma's hands.... this is akward.... "It seems Muzan-sama is calling for us, huh?" .... who should tell him that he doesn't want Douma breathing the same air as him? .... yes, you.

Kokushibou:

Kokushibou finds your Demon Blood Art peaceful, and he likes how passionate you are with it. Even as a demon he can appreciate a good looking garden, and he finds it intriguing how it can create life, that is something rare for demons. Still, compared to him... it's not that he doesn't like you around or that he doesn't appreciate that you try to help, but... he doesn't want you to fight by his side. He fights alone and is not interested in changing that, no matter how much he loves you. "Y/N, you are not needed here. Leave." He is direct, not worrying about sparing your feelings, but genuinely wanting you to do as he says.

You are not obeying, and that annoys him, so in his pettiness he stays still as you face the Hashira more willing to attack you than to attack the Uppermoon One, probably trying to delay his end that a fight with his most powerful demon would mean. You move in the open space, using vines and trees to cover up, but the slayer cuts them like paper. There is something you want to try, a flower you have been meaning to call, but for some reason it doesn't come out. It's like a leyend, it exist and is very powerful, but... but maybe a fight with a Hashira will help. Somehow, you can feel it's important, and what is more important than killing Hashira? It grows, you can feel it grows, but-

Kokushibou got bored of waiting and took out his sword and "Third Form: Loathsome Moon, Chains" he attacks the slayer, and you take part of the damage. The breathing style cuts your neck and you fall into the floor with the dead human body, coughing as you choke in your own blood as your head lands against blue petals. "Kokushibou. Y/N. Come to me as soon as you finish." He is respectful to Kokushibou, and it takes you a while to realize you are regenerating from an inch of what was left of the conection with your neck and body. "We will go once you have healed." You don't understand anything, but why can't Kokushibou be a bit softer to you? You almost died! "Sometimes I hate you."

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geto's dick hits different

...because it’s not really about his dick. and you don’t mean to put anatomical specifics aside. you’d be lying if you said his body was overlooked. statuesque, flaws few and far between, but he’s taught you better, shown you better. why fuss over menial things—length, girth, trimmed or bare. since when had the size of his feet or the gap amidst thumb and index finger matter when he knows there are so many other ways of pleasing you, feeling it settle bone-deep, and making it last for hours, soul ripping from his body, from yours—he isn’t that shallow.

“size doesn't matter,” he shrugs, nonchalant and so self-assured, stubbing his cigarette out. you raise an eyebrow at how peculiar it was, most men wouldn't hesitate to boast. it makes sense if geto were hiding something you think. maybe he's just...smaller than average? even then, you don't agree with him on the sentiment, not until he’s convinced you of that belief.

but he takes you up on that challenge, call it a ritual of sorts, one he's ready to share with you when he knows he's about to ruin every other guy out there...and he doesn't even need to lay a finger on you to do so. "touch yourself," he tells you over the phone that night. which is confusing at first because he'd deliberately excluded the part about doing it over a call. but you’ll find out why eventually, because what he doesn't leave out are the details; almost as if he were right there with you the way he describes it all, praises you, teases you, his imagination running wild. who knew really, that suguru's voice was enough to raise goosebumps over your skin, heat dipping low in your belly when he utters your name. a shock jolting up your spine when his voice gets all low and growly –"don't stop, let me hear it," and you give in, letting him hear the slick, wet sounds echoing along vibrations, next to your short gasps and breathy whines, 'please, please, please,' you beg, and he curls his finger through the telephone wire, "go ahead, make a mess for me," he says, and it's enough to send you over the edge. a smile you can't see on your end but you hear it when he hums to himself, self satisfied and so very pleased.

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this man's energy is unmatched, exuding something you can't put your finger on..."a certain je ne sais quoi?" he offers, he'd never cared for the french language and he won't start now. but given that he's paid for the suite and is dying to do that thing where he pretends to be a waiter and does dom perignon body shots off you, wetting you down with only the finest and then licking and kissing it off your skin, he'll play into the fantasy.

so specific in his tastes; what he finds erotic and stimulating is never vague or typical. the freak levels are through the roof. "indulge me," he says when you're in the middle of washing the dishes. with lips pressed to your ear, he gently nips at the shell, waiting to feel the blood rushing there. you think, he's just in another one of his moods, but this time with a little more urgency as he slips something into the palm of your hand. cool to the touch, it's shaped into a perfect circle, the gold has a nice warmth to it. a cock ring isn't anything novel given that he’s asked, demanded, for the unfamiliar and unconventional before, but it definitely isn’t the kind of thing that you would agree to in an instant, just taking precaution, well, one of you has to. "isn't it pretty?" he says it to convince you, but he's so smug about it, like he knows you're not going to deny him. or maybe it's your eagerness that gives it away, so willing to accept his persuasive ways, slowly but surely, losing to the shape of him.

hardening shaft fisted in his large hands, can’t help the groan he lets out when his red-tipped fingers curl around, the same red that blooms across his chest, heaving and hissing through gritted teeth. he’s stroking in a way he likes, one you know you could replicate if he’d just let you, “don’t be greedy,” he says, thumb pressing against the tip and it leaks, silvery-beaded and inviting you don’t think you could behave yourself. up, up, up it goes, he’s tense and panting, so desperate he’s almost contemplating on fucking his fist, because he can't seem to stop twitching at every little touch, at the way your breaths puff hot over it, bulging vein pulsing against a shining band of gold, resting your tongue there, where it counts, feeling it beat in tune with his pounding heart.

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a naked geto, above all else, is an intimate sight. in a bath with his head tilted back, steam wafting, damp hair and slow, lazy eyes that peek open. or in the mornings when the sheets are rustling under the weight of his body, tossing and turning, grumbling for you to close the curtains shut. his soft cock laying between his thighs, tucked under fabric, or hard and straining to get free. "fuck, you're huge," you say, in awe at the size of it when he's about to sheath himself inside you but not quite yet, because he's laid it atop your stomach, admiring the way it takes up more than half the expanse of space there.

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"what do you like?" he asks, and it takes you a second or two to process it. that you were so used to the same old things. whatever they wanted, whatever they could replicate from the videos. having to trade steady purposeful thrusts for jackhammering, pistoning into you without care, without prep, all for their own pleasure and never your own. how difficult it was, when asking for something different, something fun, new, creative, and maybe just a little bit dirty is too much to think about. and easing them into these things is not enough, they'd never be able to pull it off. not the sentimental roleplay or the dirty talk. no one fucks the way geto does, passionate and playful and you feel at the centre of his universe. when being loved by geto is to become his one obsession, that he understands your mind full and occupied with the nasty secrets, the ones you've been waiting to share, to put it into action.

you think maybe it's in what makes up geto as a person as opposed to his body. the way he stands, posture slouched and laidback, or stood tall and confident, looking down at greedy hands reaching for just the mere feel of his robes, to be blessed by this divine creature, curing broken hearts and healing wounded souls.

it doesn't do much for him, after all, adoration and fawning gets old when he's been so used to it. groupies and fanclubs dedicated to him, all the girls who could see curses and those who could not. but even so, its a bore. walking around thinking he's hot shit and knows it, it's why he's got that smirk plastered across his face, “you’re jealous,” he states, like it were so obvious. and you're uncertain if he's doing it to piss you off, if he's teasing you. how does he begin tell you it's because he finds you endearing. eyes going soft, seeing you angry and upset might just have the opposite effect on him.

you know this because it curves into something new then, just for you, sweet and bright like forbidden fruit. you really shouldn't want to pluck and cradle him in your hands, luring and tempting you with the beautiful face he wears, the corners lift, dimples hollowed right next to them, a smile that breaks every resolve you have, walls built so high and for what, “stop it, you infuriate me,” doesn't sound at all like a threat because he laughs and you swallow them down, tasting the inside of his mouth sweet with its ripeness.

or maybe it's that no one is as intense as he is. the kind of passion that is palpable, ravaging and ravishing...geto isn’t generous with his attention, his affection saved only for one he deems worthy to open up to. people can’t help but stare, to look twice. reluctantly turning their eyes away when it's too much. the way he holds you, claims you, geto's one and only. looks into your eyes while he's got you in missionary and buries himself in deeper. already so full, he stays there too. hips coming to a halt just to watch the crumbling expression on your face, shock and lust and submission, blending into one another, turning into something only he gets to see, your pupils blown wide, breaths coming short, the words get lost on your tongue when he looks at you, through you. go ahead, say you love him, he's waiting for it...

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Snowgrave Inspirations?

So we all know the Snowgrave route was inspired, or at least has the texture of being as such, by creepypastas in the sense a game is being broken and has an almost gestalt intelligence in its reaction to being so. Beyond specific references and such, what do y'all think specifically inspired it? I imagine shit like Ben Drowned and Godzilla NES factor in, but I want to provide a unique addition:

Persona 1, or more specifically, Revelations: Persona.

Some set dressing for the uninitiated: Persona 1 has two routes:

The main story is the SEBEC Route, which centers around the demon invasion and transformation of Mikage-cho as a result of the machinations and experiments of the shady SEBEC ("Saeki Electronics & Biological & Energy Corporation") and how one Maki Sonomura stands at the center of all this.

That's the story most experience, but there's a harder alternate route called the Snow Queen Quest, or SQQ for short. This route centers around the titular play which was performed at St. Hermelin High, the school of the game, and how the Snow Queen Mask came to be possessed with a vengeful spirit. But in order to activate this quest, you have to take a number of steps after leaving the school to visit Maki but before activating the SEBEC route, which most people do because of the natural flow of the story; while not the most cryptic or elaborate thing I've experienced, you definitely have to go out of your way in order to experience this part of the game.

While the SQQ is similarly hiemal as Snowgrave since the Queen freezes the school over and attempts to sacrifice a pivotal teacher to bring back the "Eternal Night," the main thing I want to talk about is:

The fact that in the original American release of the game, retitled Revelations: Persona, cut this alternate route out. Now, there's a lot to be said about this release of the game and P1 as a whole. For that, I highly recommend Snickety Slice's videos on it from his Compendium series of essays.

As Snickety Slice says in the SQQ portion of video 3A, which focuses on the American localization of the time, no one really knows why it was cut, by which is meant there is no definitive answer. The most popular theory, as he posits, is that this was done to meet the Christmas deadline, which is a tad ironic considering the atmosphere and setting of SQQ. However, you can actually access a tiny bit of it: if you return to the school, you'll see it's disappeared and when you enter it, an FMV of the school surrounded by three towers and a peak plays. Snickety remarks how confusing this must have been for American players at the time since the actual steps to activate the quest were cut out.

With cheats you can access it, but it's a glitchy, nonsensical mess. I mention all this because of the glitchy theme in Deltarune so far, especially as a result of Noelle's seeming magnetism for the unnerving and dark as revealed in the Spamton sweepstakes and Noelle's posts. I think the details of SQQ and Snowgrave are too disprate to draw real parallels so far, but I get the feeling Toby is drawing from its atmosphere, especially the disconcerting aura of the original American release and the stray FMV. As for the glitchiness, I get the feeling it was all concentrated into Spamton, especially given Spamton's role in the game so far.

I haven't gone through P1 in a very long time, so this is where my rambling ends, but perhaps someone else can draw deeper parallels.

The only real problem is I have no idea how much of Megami Tensei Toby Fox has played. He's a weeb of high caliber, so I imagine he's gone through most of it by now, maybe even early Persona, given how UT's and DT's Talk systems were inspired by MegaTen's demon negotiation, which was present in P1 and the P2 duology, which certainly lines up with his age and background. After all, he gave the Earthbound: Halloween Hack that "Shin Megami Tensei Bullshit."

Also everyone here should check out the PSX OST. It has the best leitmotif.

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