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ravens-two · 4 months

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PAC: Your Person's Thoughts About You 18+

This reading includes:

your person's dirty thoughts about you

The extended reading includes:

their reaction to these thoughts

Disclaimer: this is just for entertainment purposes, and as a pick-a-card reading it may not resonate for everyone. Also, this content is 18+ only!

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Pile 1

Judgment, Moon

"Devotion save me now/ I don't wanna stray from the hallowed ground/ I'll turn temptation down" Hurts - Devotion

The first thing I'm getting from this pile is that your person wants to see you naked. It's actually really interesting because this is supposed to be about their dirty thoughts (and well in a way it is), but this naked is almost like moving beyond your physical body. They want to see you for who you really are without any reservations on your part. This can be a bit of a kink for them too. It's almost like unravelling you during sex. They also want to have you completely at their mercy. For some of you this will be a bit more bdsm-y while for others not so much. In general, what I mean by this is that they want you to fully trust them and let them do the work. It's like putting your pleasure completely in their hands.

Going back to the naked thing though, it might be that you two haven't been intimate yet and they keep imagining what you'll look like when there aren't any clothes on you. Or it might be that you have been intimate and it's almost like the image of your naked body is seared in their brain. They couldn't forget it even if they wanted to and it's a thought that just keeps popping up for them randomly. I actually think that one of the reasons that they can't stop thinking about it is because of the energy that you gave off. This is hard to explain, but in the moment it was like there was something supernatural about you, the way you surrender completely to your seductive and animal side is/was very enchanting for your person.

This person is also dreaming about kissing you pile 1, especially your neck. I also get the vibe that they want to mark you, like leaving hickeys or bite marks. It seems that they're the type of person that likes to leave something to remember them by. I keep hearing that they just want to take you in their arms. Again, there's this vibe that they are the most dominant energy and want you to surrender to them (but this doesn't really feel like power-exchange honestly). They want to worship your body (this also fits the song that you got tbh).

They might also fantasize about having sex in a taboo place or out in nature (maybe both for some of you). They might want to have sex in a lake or a secluded place out in the woods. For some people they might want to do it in a graveyard (Mary Shelly would approve lol) or like another person's bedroom or in a place where you could get caught. I also think that they want to have sex all night long, going as long as you both can and then be completely exhausted.

For some you they also wish that you would let yourself be a little wilder. There's this vibe that they think that you are kinkier than you act (you might seem too in control or put together during the act for their liking) and they would love it if you showed this side of yourself. They also know that in part it's a question of trusting them enough, so that would really do it for them too - knowing that you trust them like that.

Pile 2

Star, Tower

"When I first saw you/ The end was soon/ To Bethlehem it slouched/ And then it must have caught a good look at you" Hozier - NFWMB

Hi pile 2, your person's dirty thoughts about you are quite interesting because I keep getting this idea that they will have a dirty thought, indulge in it for a moment, and then they'll feel bad about it. It's like they try to repress these thoughts because they think that they're somehow disrespectful to you. It might be that you aren't in a relationship with this person yet, and this is what cause these feelings, because you don't know that they see you like this.

A bit like pile 1, your person also thinks about seeing you naked. I feel like 90% of their 18+ thoughts are about your naked body. It might be them imagining what you would look like or just remembering your body. Unlike pile 1 there isn't this vibe of wanting you to surrender to them or seeing you undone, your person just wants to admire you in all your glory. They think that you're breathtaking and it honestly makes them a bit weak in their knees. It's actually more likely that your person wants to submit to you than the other way around. They also want to get on their knees and worship you, so this is probably oral sex. With the Tower here as well I'm seeing a lot of orgasms for both of you, explosive and maybe a bit mind-shattering. I'm hearing someone say that they've been "fucked dumb", so yeah, that could be one of their fantasies too. There's also something here about squirting and/or cum play as well. If your person has a penis they probably want to paint you with their cum, most likely your face, chest or back.

If you have breasts your person is also obsessed with them. They love the way they look (no matter the size) and really want to play with them. If you don't have breasts this could still be about your nipples. They're also pretty obsessed with your thighs and some of them want to get crushed between them. Again, there's this vibe that they want to please you so bad. It's not that they're really submissive, but they want to give you as much pleasure as humanly possible.

Your person also fantasizes about making love to you instead of fucking. They want the sex to be loving, safe and healing for the both of you. They also think about having shower/bath sex with you. Or they might get more dirty thoughts about you when they're in the shower. There's also something about cleanliness here, so it could be that your person enjoys/imagines cleaning you up after sex.

Pile 3

Nine of Wands, Two of Wands

"Love is our resistance/ They'll keep us apart, and they won't stop breaking us down/ Hold me/ Our lips must always be sealed" Muse - Resistance

Pile 3, your person seems to be quite kinky. The first thing I'm seeing here is bondage. They imagine tying you up and maybe even using blindfolds. This could be like full bondage or maybe just using handcuffs (it's going to change a bit from person to person), whatever it is your person wants to restrain you. I'm even seeing that for some of you your person kind of wants to tie you up just to look at you. There's a hint of voyeurism here, so they might want to take pictures or videos of you and enjoy the thought of "what if someone saw this". It might go even a little bit further and they imagine someone walking on you or you two doing it in a public place right in front of everyone. I think that is biggest motivation for them is that they are super proud of being by your side and want to show you off.

Another thing that they imagine is fingering you. They get a lot of enjoyment from your pleasure so they imagine getting you off with just their fingers. Actually I just got a very detailed visual of you mostly naked while they're still completely clothed and their fingers inside of you. When it comes to positions your person imagines you two having sex standing up or bending you over something.

Just like pile 1 your person wants to see you completely undone and unraveled. They imagine you after sex with your hair all messed up, marks all over your body, covered in fluids, and an hazy look in your eyes. Yeah, just very very messy. Your person doesn't seem to be too shy about their desires though. They also want to have multiple rounds with you. They want to have sex with you for as long as you physically can. Again they want to see you completely exhausted. I actually keep seeing more about fingering and oral sex rather than penetration, so your person tends to imagine more about this types of acts. It might be that they're actually a bit shy about doing these things in real life so they like to imagine it.

Your person also likes to imagine sexual scenarios with a lot of action and adventure. They have a very fertile imagination. They might imagine themselves as an hero who rescues you and then you two have sex. They might really enjoy role-playing. They also imagine sex that progresses your relationship. Besides the kinkier stuff, they might imagine making love to you and being truly intimate and vulnerable with you. Honestly, this person just wants to be with you and they enjoy making up scenarios with you.

Pile 4

Five of Cups, Ace of Wands

"You lose your way, just take my hand/ You're lost at sea, then I'll command your boat to me again/ Don't look too far, right where you are, that's where I am" Lana Del Rey - Mariners Apartment Complex

Pile 4, your pile seems like the most emotional, at least at first sight. One of your person's biggest fantasies is being comforted by you through sex. They like to imagine themselves (I'm not sure if it's randomly or when something bad happens) feeling down or going through a rough situation and coming to you to be comforted. They imagine you taking them in your arms, holding them, kissing them and slowly taking off their clothes. They imagine you on your knees giving them oral sex and then you two having slow, loving sex. There might even be tears here. Like they're feeling so emotional from what happened and from how loved they are by you that they just tear up or cry a bit. I think that the biggest fantasy here is feeling loved tbh. I also think that your song and the lyrics that I chose are really fitting for your person. They really want you to take their hand and steer the boat when they're feeling lost.

With the Ace of Wands here they're also really passionate and want the sex between you to feel hot and heavy, to truly envelop the two of you. They might also think about wax play or temperature play. There's something here about the differences in temperature between your body and other objects. They also want to kiss all over your body. They're very connected to their body sensations, especially about warmth. I don't really know how to explain it. They crave the feeling of your hot mouth on them (and other things too).

Something that's a bit kinkier and that might be a bit off-putting for some people, but they also imagine having period sex with you. The blood doesn't irk them, and they might even finding it a bit hot. I don't want to describe it too much, because the images in my head are quite graphic. But, yeah imagine them playing with the blood a little bit. In general, I think that they have a thing for body fluids, mainly semen and spit from what I'm getting. This is the other pile that might want to paint you with their cum (or the other way around). Also, they imagine you spitting in their mouth. I'm immediately getting that most of these kinkier fantasies about them are something that they see as unrealistic.

Again, this pile is quite emotional and they also like to imagine you two having a fight and being really upset with each other and then having sex. I think that this is such a recurring scenario in their head that they have a lot of variants. They imagine you having loving sex almost as an apology, then they imagine being hatefucked or hatefucking you. Or being denied by you. They have a lot of different scenarios when it comes to this, the only thing in common is you two fighting.

#tarot #pac reading #pick a card #tarot reading #pac #fs pick a pile #fs pac #18+ pac

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i-cant-sing · 1 year

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I don’t see any Castlevania asks and that makes me sad as HELL

How would (Y/N) react to Lisa’s burning? How would Dracula’s war court react to her? And Hector and Isaac?

I'm gonna go down the platonic route and make reader Lisa and Dracula's daughter, biological or kidnapped/adopted.

Obviously, any normal human would not react well to anyone being burned at the stake- ALIVE. And maybe when the villagers caught Lisa, they caught you as well and thought you were a witch too. They burned your mother first and just when they had started to burn you, Dracula came and swooped you up and away, along with his now dead wife's remains and while you passed out due to inhaling all the smoke, sustaining some minor burn injuries and well- EXHAUSTION AND TRAUMA, your father returned to slay the entire village and later wreak havoc on all of humanity. Really, a justified reaction from a family man.

Anyways, he returns home with you in his arms and then nurses you back to health all while killing everyone outside. Now, he may still be soft to you but you are absolutely forbidden from leaving the castle. Like you cant even go outside even if Dracula accompanies you. No, he's lost his wife and if youre their bio kid who is more human than vampire unlike your older brother Alucard, then Dracula is way more protective of you. After all, he did see you almost die and really, you remind him far too much of his wife, of her humanity and her kind heart to help others that eventually got her killed.

Initially, right after Lisa's death, Dracula didn't even allow you to even leave your room, too paranoid about some unknown force killing you and him not being able to save you in time. Eventually though, with other vampires and monsters(under his control obv) in the castle, he let you out of your room, but still not out of the castle, and thats when you found out that he had thrown out Alucard and (sort of disowned him??) because your brother was not in favour of Dracula either killing the world or locking you up.

Now, like I said before, Dracula is still soft for you but with Lisa's death he's become a little... emotionally crippled. He has too much pain and hatred inside him, and he's doing his very best that you dont end up on the receiving end of these very negative and very dangerous emotions. However, he sometimes... loses control. When you keep on persisting about how all of this is wrong, about how he shouldnt kill ALL humans, how he shouldnt lock you up or break what remains of this family, he lets his anger out on you. Only a little. He'd yell at you, tell you that you're far too stupid an naive and stubborn to understand what he's doing or why, ask if you're going to side with those murderers that you so desperately want to save over your own family? Are you that blind? He'd drag you back to your room, lock you in there because he wont have you questioning him like he's the bad guy here.

But soon after that, he'd be found sitting in front of one of Lisa's portraits, probably one where she's cradling baby you and he'd start talking to her, trying to explain himself, how he did not mean to blow up at you but you just wouldn't listen to him. The one sided conversation would always end with Dracula feeling guilty and he returns to your room with a heavy heart that just sinks more when he sees you asleep, tear streaks now drying on your cheeks. Sitting on your bed, he'd pet your hair, mumble something about how he loves you and cant afford to risk losing you, smiling softly when you shuffle closer to him.

Since Dracula knows Hector is loyal and sincere to him, he will allow you to have him as your friend. After all, you would need some company in the castle and vampire dad on murder spree is not exactly someone who is ideal for friendship at the moment. So, he permits and even encourages Hector to socialise with you and comfort you. And Hector has a bleeding heart too, so you're in luck because he will happily listen to you express your emotions and provide you with free therapy (he makes dead, one missing limb/eye puppies alive for you🥺) He just wanna protect u too, and while he doesnt agree with you being locked up in the castle, its better than the alternative. Also, has and will fight Isaac 1000% if he talks shit about you because youre human.

As for the court, they know that you are now the only thing dear to Dracula, and while one wouldnt say that you have the vampire king wrapped around your finger, he comes pretty close to it. But its no use really because they cant exactly use you to make Dracula listen to them... or can they?

Considering that you're pretty against the whole "Vampire uprising-kill all humans" plan, they cant persuade you to enslave or kill humans. What they can do is gain Dracula's favour by being... kind to you? Okay take Carmilla for example (because she's the only one I can remember from the court. Her and the brash, red haired vamp?) Now she's smart, she's manipulative and she knows exactly how to use this opportunity. She starts to befriend you by first agreeing that she understands why you're against your father's actions but also tells you that you must understand his decisions from his side. "Your mother was a kind woman, a brilliant doctor and from what I've heard, your father loved her very much. And if you've ever been in love, then you would understand why he's doing all of this." And of course Dracula overhears this because come on, nothing happens in his castle without his knowledge. So yes, he shows slight favouritism towards Carmilla among the court and he may allow her to hang around you a bit (only after Carmilla convinced him that you needed a female friend in your life, and its always better to be in her company than any of those perverted men of his court) but even then, Dracula doesn't completely trust her around you and so he wont allow you two be in contact often.

Dracula would also be way more conscious of your feelings with time, because he will realise eventually that he was far too caught up in his own pain and plan for vengeance that he forgot to see how you were coping with the loss of your mother. If any of the vampires are heard saying something even remotely mean to you, if he even hears Isaac even breathing in disgust at the sight of you because you were part human, they will be swiftly dealt with (girl, he murders them all).

You're his baby, his sweet human kid, his little princess and he wont have anyone or anything taking you away from him. (LET HIM PULL YOU IN HIS LAP AND WRAP HIS CLOAK AROUND YOU AND DRIFT OFF IN HIS ARMS BECAUSE YOU'RE THE ONLY WARMTH LEFT FOR HIS COLD DEAD HEART OMGGGG)

Ah i miss Castlevania asks too, platonic yandere castlevania asks especially. everyone send in ur asks.

(omg what about yandere brother Trevor Belmont?)

#yandere castlevania #yandere dracula #yandere alucard #yandere hector #castlevania x reader #yandere lisa tepes #dracula tepes #dracula x reader #dracula x reader x lisa

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nightylantern · 1 month

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Gallagher x Reader; The Devil in Disguise

Pairings; Reader x Gallagher

Warnings; HUGE SPOILERS FOR THE 2.1 QUEST, also this isn’t canon, in other words the way they implied stuff at the end may be there to throw us off, this is a “what if”, if what was implied is true. Death mention, secrets, suspicions, already established relationship between the two

Creek

You glanced up to see a slightly tired Gallagher enter the room, noticing he looked slightly disheveled, on top of that he was a bit late.

“Gallagher? Are you okay, why are you so messy, didn’t you say you were having a meeting in regards to your job?” You headed over to him to help remove his vest and accessories, suddenly he grabbed your hand a bit frantically but nonetheless gave you a smile,

“I’m fine hon, just a bit of trouble on the way here, some hooligans on the streets were a bit to drunk,” he chuckled, and once again smiled, except it didn’t reach his eyes.

You knew something was up for a few days now, despite the fact that he kept his calm demeanour and relaxed behaviour, you knew something was up, and well it made sense. He explained to you that “Death” was among the dreamers and that a stowaway and the famous singer Robin, had been killed, thus he asked if you could simply stay inside. You knew he was working off the clock to figure out who could be behind it, but even so there was something…off…

You have known him for years now. How he approached you on the streets complementing you and serving you a drink, he wasn’t a bartender then, but he was exceptionally good. You eventually figured out his ties to the bloodhound family, which you didn’t mind but you found it odd how many of his coworkers never recognised him, to which he told you he simply did most of the work in the shadows.

Even with your suspicions you chalked it up to him being exhausted and him trying to prevent “Death” from taking any more people, so you simply kissed his cheek and told him you would prepare dinner, as well as the fact that he should go shower, to which he said he would as he headed for the bathroom.

Once he was in he closed the door and sighed. “Almost got caught,” he thought as he looked down at the inside of his vest and gloves, covered in the goo. He used them to cover up the remains of Sunday but he was also careful you wouldn’t find any of it on him and question him. He sighed again upon thinking of the events that had occurred before.

So what if he killed two prominent members of the family? The family, the supposed family that was open to peace and harmony, the family that had took away so much from many, the family that outed Mikhail as a traitor…Mikhail.

He would be lying to say he was doing all of this solely for Mikhail, but that didn’t mean that wasn’t one of his motives. Guilt eventually came at him for betraying his old companion, and then anger seeped in when figuring out that the family wasn’t all so innocent either. Naturally before he could strike he needed a good alias, and that’s where you came in.

He knew once a killer was a front, people would be less likely to suspect someone who not only was high in terms of security but also someone who had a lover, after all why risk their lover’s security when he planned to kill right? He knew you were the right one when meeting you, he complimented your looks to start small talk, not that he didn’t think you weren’t pretty, you were gorgeous. Then he kept meeting up with you and eventually you agreed to be his lover. At first everything was going according to plan, at least that’s what he thought.

He was using you from the beginning and yet, he grew fond of you, he truly cared about you and knew what he was doing could put you at risk, yet he was to far in deep to turn around and prioritised his plan above all. He wanted to break things off to protect you but at the same time, he couldn’t do it, and he didn’t know why.

He knew he wasn’t a good person, and knew you would be better off if you both were not together, but still. He didn’t know if it was love or simply respect, or anything in between but he truly did want to stay with you.

But it’s fine, all he has to do is to carry out the remaining tasks and finish his plan while also protecting you, and continue being a “minion”, of the enigmata without you knowing. All he has to do was continue to keep up his facade without any suspicion, all he ha-

“Gallagher, honey?” Your voice interrupted his inner monologue, wow he was actually getting into this anti hero role wasn’t he? “Are you okay? Do you need me to come in? You’ve been in there for a while and I didn’t hear any shower, just some mumbling…”

“Don’t worry! I was just zoning out, I’ll be out in a moment love, just give me some time,” he replied almost immediately. After hearing your footsteps leave he cleaned what he could of his clothing and took a nice shower before changing and coming outside to you setting the food on the table. “It’s fine, it will be over soon,” he thought as he headed to the table. Even if it ends with deception, he just needs to be secretive just a tad bit longer and everything will be okay…

“A complete Gallagher,” he recalled Sundays words, yes, he would just have to continue on and be nothing but a Gallagher to his “beloved,” if not for your sake, then for his own.

Once again nothing is canon, just my personal interpretation of him and his lover at the end of the quests, I hope you enjoyed this fic!

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chaepu · 10 months

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Home - Karina

pairing: idol!yoo jimin x idol!reader genre: fluff

karina stares at her phone while she waits for your video to load in and after a few seconds, your face appears on her screen, but very pixelated.

"jagi?" karina calls out. your audio is cutting out as she sees your pixeled screen moving. the call ends and karina is stuck seeing a picture of you and her on your 2nd anniversary on her home screen.

a text from you comes in,

we're on the way to the venue right now, i'll call you once i get there :)

karina likes the message and sends you a quick reply before she lays back down in bed.

you're currently on your third week on tour in america with your group and while she's happy to see you and your members having the best time on stage, performing for thousands of people every night, she can't help but miss you. at first, she had aespa's comeback to occupy her time, but that only lasted for one week. as soon as promotions were over, she was back to practice and thinking of you.

karina closes her eyes, feeling exhausted from practice but before she could fall asleep, she hears her phone ringing. quickly answering it, she's met with your smiling face.

"hi baby, what's up?" you say to her as you're sat in the green room of the venue.

"jagiya, good morning" she says back at you, smile widening the more she looks at you.

"and good night to you, how was your day?" you ask.

"tiring, we practiced all day."

"they already put you back to work? you just finished promotions." you say angrily.

"baby, we had like a two week break already." karina explains.

"really? it's already been that long?" you question.

karina nods her head, "oh well then… are you getting rest? it's almost 3am there right now."

"i can't really sleep these days." karina says

"what? why?"

"i miss you" she says quietly.

"jagi… i miss you more. i'll be home in two weeks, don't worry." you say to her, trying to provide comfort.

"yeah, but then you're back on tour in europe." she says.

"but i'll be home for a month before that and the leg only lasts for two weeks. you won't even notice i'm gone." you try to explain.

"i always notice when you're not here."

"jimin…" you quietly say.

"i'm sorry, i don't mean to make you feel bad. i just really miss you these days like i couldn't see you much before you left because we had promotions so it feels like i haven't been with you for longer." she quickly explains.

"you're not making me feel bad, i understand. i miss you just as much, probably more" you chuckle, "but like i said, i'll be home before you know it. then we can do whatever you want for a whole month."

karina nods her head, "i want you to get some sleep, okay baby?" you say to her. "and don't stay up on bubble, i see your messages." she laughs at that statement, mostly because she forced you to subscribe to her bubble, as if she doesn't already blow your phone up regularly.

"have a good day and amazing show. i'll watch the clips on twitter when i wake up." karina says and you smile at her.

"i love you" you say "i love you more" karina says before hanging up the facetime.

she lays in bed as the moon illuminates through the curtains of her room. she opens the bubble app to send a message to her fans:

I want to go home

But I’m already at home

Is it just me? Don’t you want to go home when you’re at home?

she locks her phone but the vibrations pull her back in.

it's a message from you.

you're my home<3 i'll see you soon, i promise.

she smiles and falls asleep fast for the first time in two weeks.

#masterlist #yoo jimin scenarios #yoo jimin x reader #yoo jimin imagines #karina x reader #karina imagines #karina scenario #aespa x reader

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v-dkja · 2 months

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take a chance with me

“Oh, why can't we for once, say what we want, say what we feel?” kamisato ayato x gn!reader. slight angst, arranged marriage, hurt/comfort, arguing, mentions of death, open ending.

Those vague memories flashed through your head; young Ayato who smiled at you. A smile that makes you willing to die for him. he flashed a sweet smile, while his hand gave you a flower he had just picked. You remember that moment well, reluctant to ever forget it.

You also remembered young Ayato's face when he found out that the two of you were engaged— and would be getting married someday in the future. You don't know whether it's a good thing or not. Actually, at that moment you felt happy, because you had kept your feelings for him, without thinking about Ayato's true feelings for you.

And here you are, waiting for Ayato— who has now become your husband, to come home. You haven't seen his beautiful face that looks like a painting by a famous and skilled painter, and you should be used to it. You wait for him with sadness, knowing that when he comes home, he won't hug you and say, "I'm home” like he used to do.

And here you were, looking at Ayato who had just arrived; his face showed clearly that he was exhausted, and needed rest. This can be seen from the start of the appearance of eye bags. You've always refrained from telling him all your thoughts all this time, but seeing him always come home like that, your heart couldn't bear it and decided to hold it for another day.

“Welcome home, Dear.” to which he only responded with a ‘hm’.

He then walked past you without saying anything. Leaving you alone, again.

Feelings of anger suddenly appeared suddenly. You didn't really want to feel that feeling right now, not with Ayato's current condition.

The mouth that had opened unconsciously now closed again, giving up the intention of saying a word. Maybe another day, you thought.

And here you were, lying on the bed facing Ayato's back. His breathing started to become regular, indicating that he was asleep. Doesn't he intend to sleep facing you and hold your hand just once?

Your eyes start to feel heavy, not because of sleepiness but because you are holding back the tears that want to come out. You don't want to look pathetic now.

Your hands want to hug him from behind and whisper ‘i miss you’ just once. But you don't want your ego to win this time.

Your tears just came out without your permission. That fragile body that was originally standing upright is now starting to shake from crying, your breathing is starting to become irregular and even your mouth is almost making a sound, but luckily you can hold it in.

Your hand moved of its own to wipe the tears that had come out, but a strong hand that was bigger than yours prevented you from wiping them. You vaguely see the figure of the man who has made you happy all this time, also suffering at the same time. Ah, it turns out he's still awake.

“Why’re you crying?” The audacity to ask like that after his attitude all this time.

“It’s nothing..”

“Don’t lie,” His voice was commanding. How much you hate that voice, but that voice was once your savior.

“I said— it’s nothing!” Your voice rises, your hands trying to free Ayato's grip.

“Then why’re you crying?!” Ayato's voice also rises. It was clear he was also angry.

You remain silent. Your voice wanted to come out to explain but it could only be replaced by sobs. “T- tell me..”

“Do you… actually l- love me? Do I have to die first so you can pay attention to me? Tell me.. Ayato.”

Ayato looked confused in response to your question. "What do you mean?”

“I'm sorry for feeling neglected all this time. I'm sorry... Please, forget about this.” And i thought love will always feel beautiful.

“I can't just forget this! My wife is crying,” Ayato shouted. “Look, i’m sorry for making you feel like that, okay?”

“I…” Ayato's voice trailed off. For some reason not a single word could come out of his mouth, as if he had been bewitched. “I love you. I always love you. Please forgive me. I don't know what happened to me that time. I’m sorry, love. I’m sorry.”

“Maybe because I was tired, I became like that. I never meant it like that. I just want you to know that you’re appreciated, okay?” Ayato's hand wiped away the tears that had fallen from your eyes.

#genshin x female reader #genshin scenarios #genshin x you #genshin fanfic #genshin x reader #genshin headcanons #kamisato ayato #ayato x reader #ayato angst #kamisato ayato x reader #ayato x you #genshin ayato #genshin x gn reader

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babydollmarauders · 1 year

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can we have jacky having skin time with baby el?

throwing it back to el’s birth for this one!

exhaustion plagued me as i watch my newborn sleep in the hospital bassinet. Jack wanders the halls to try and find a vending machine to get me a quick snack before i finally take a nap.

ten hours of labor, approximately two hours of pushing, and she’s finally here. it’s only been about forty-five minutes since she made her arrival, but after not sleeping for twelve hours, i need a nap. she just finished feeding for the first time, so the nurse said now would be the best time to sleep.

“they didn’t really have many options, but i got you some chips and a twix. i figured i can have Luke stop and grab you something substantial when he comes by when you wake up.” Jack announces, stalking back into the room. “any suggestions?”

i shake my head, my eyes never leaving our baby.

“i’m not picky.” i tell him.

“well, we both know that’s not true. but okay.” Jack jokes, coming to stand beside the bassinet. “oh puck, how long has it been?”

i giggle at his new creative way of not cussing around the baby. i’ve tried telling him once already that she doesn’t understand cuss words yet, so it’s okay to wait to avoid cussing until she starts talking, but he claims he has to adjust himself to the new vocabulary.

“forty-seven minutes.” i tell him, glancing at the clock.

“alright.” he responds, walking over to the open hospital room door and shutting it before stripping off his shirt.

“what are you doing?” i question, watching as he picks up the baby and sits on the small couch in our private room.

“skin-to-skin.” he tells me, his voice soft as he moves her blanket so that her bare body is pressed against his top-less chest.

“it’s recommended to start it within the first hour after the birth. research shows that the first hour is the most crucial for maximizing bonding experience between the parent and child through skin-to-skin contact.” he explains.

i nod along, listening to him speak.

“you got it with her when they handed her to you after they dried her off. and when you were feeding her, i guess, technically.” he continues. “but i still need to do mine. i should hold her for about an hour, but probably no more than that because unlike your breast tissue-”

i scrunch my nose at the term ‘breast tissue’, making Jack chuckle.

“-which can cool down or heat the baby’s temperature. men’s breast tissue only heats her. which means if i do it for too long, she can overheat. it’s a fickle thing.”

“where did you learn all this?” i ask.

“parenting books.” Jack responds, his eyes already having left me in order to gaze down at our daughter as she lays upon his chest.

my eyes soften, my heart beating rapidly at the knowledge of how much research he did. i thought we read the same couple books, but i guess he read a few more than i did.

“i love you.” i tell him, my tone laced with adoration, making him smile at me.

“i love you too, sweet girl.” he blows me a kiss. “now eat, and get some rest. my parents get here in about two hours.”

i nod, opening my chips and snacking as i watch my husband hold our baby to his chest. every couple minutes i catch him whispering to her, random reassurances that he loves her and will always protect her, which makes my heart skip a beat.

#el!hughes au #jack hughes x reader #ask faithlynn ✨

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vulpixisananimal · 12 days

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"So. . ."

(You were lying down on a couch. You were doing woodcarving; it was theraputic. Mirabelle had just come over from cleaning up and sat at the other end of the couch.)

"Hello Mirabelle, got any questions for your friendly star~"

(She tittered at that.) "Hehe, maybe a few. Even if it, might not matter much."

"Talking is still nice, ask away."

"Well. . ." (She thought for a second.) "Well are you, doing ok?"

"???" (That took you by surprise. You were expecting something about how the loops worked, or where they came from.) ". . . I'm, well I'm doing great! We've only been doing this for a few loops and that's practicaly No time at all~"

"W-well, I suppose, but I meant more in general."

(You paused carving.) "Hmm?"

"Well, Siffrin said you showed up soon after we beat the King. And, well, I was wondering, has it been alright? I-I mean, sharing a body with Sif and all. A-and like, since we didn't know you were around did we do something that made you-"

"Oh hush Mirabelle." (You twirl your dagger casually.) "It was a lovely time in Bambouche, really! The beach was just so nice, it was a good way to meet Nille too! No need to explain the whole being a star thing~"

"I guess so. . ."

"I will say, as much as I like Stardust," (You lower your tone to a dramatic one.) "Sharing a head with them is agony sometimes."

(She giggles again.) "Is it really that hard? Or. ."

"It's complicated. So, so complicated." (You thougt for a moment.) "Talking to eachother is like. . . Almost like someone else is having thoughts in your own head. And you have thoughts back. It can be hard to tell whos thoughts are whos, but you can 'talk' very fast."

"Because you're just thinking to eachother?"

"In a way~" (You tap your chin with your knife.) "It's hard to explain, but I might to better a better job next time, tee hee~"

(Another giggle.) "It makes some sense, I think."

"From what I've read it's a very complex disorder." (Odiles voice. You turn, she was finding a place to sit down.) "Each person experiences it differently too."

"Complex doesn't even start to describe it. . ." (You decide to just put away your carving.) "Headaches are almost constant."

"With how Siffrin thinks? Well I wouldn't wish that on anyone."

"Oh the burdens we must bare."

"What burdens are we bareing today?" (It was Isabeau walking in now.)

"The big furry types of course~"

"Ha! Haha!"

"Well you two have something in common."

"Tee hee~"

(You sat up and made room or Isabeau on the couch. He sat down and talked.) "Bonnie and Nille are just putting some leftovers away." (He looked over at Mirabelle.) "You're sure there's no bruising? Bonnie still has a headache."

(. . .)

"I'm positive, I double and tripple checked."

(For the love of Stars will you just tell me what I missed already?!? CLEARLY something happened you're not telling me.)

(I will not tell you.)

(You are infuriating.)

"Kid probably just needs a lie down." (Isa comments.)

"Once this is over we all do." (You say, you still felt exhausted from all this time craft. Will you at least tell me when we're out of this blinding loop?)

(I can agree to that.)

"Speaking of such. Would you mind if we try talking to Stardust now?" (Odile asked.)

(You nod.) "If ever there was a time for it~"

". . . So how do we do this?" (Asked Mirabelle.)

"Well, first I'll get Siffrin back here. It might get a bit confusing for us but don't worry about that~" (You thought for a moment.) "Although, Isabeau, if that mind craft is still afflicting Siffrin, could you try making sure he doesn't do anything stupid?"

"Uh, alright! I think I can do that."

"I'd like to ask Siffrin the questions if that's alright." (Odile had gotten up from her seat and walked over.)

"Of course, and Mirabelle if you could. . ."

"Morale support?" (She suggested.)

"Morale support!"

"Perfect, moral support it is."

(Alright. . . Siffrin. . .)

(You breath in, and out. Stardust, where just where are you Stardust. You were forced out quite abruptly, but you could come back with. . . The thoughts of Isabeau? No no, something bad maybe? Probaly not. What about his favorite foods? Oh well they did love that Pan Au Chocolate-)

(Huh?)

(You feel a bit dizzy. There you are Stardust~)

(Loop? What happened. I was forced out of front by Mal du Pays, I didn't remember much afterwards. You're here because they want to ask you a few questions. Yes? Why though?)

(They're worried about you. Something happened. So if you don't mind. . .)

(You blink a few times, you had a mild headache but it cleared fast.) "Uh. . ."

"Siffrin?" (Huh? Or Mirabelle was at your side. Isabeau and Odile too.)

(You rub your head.) "Hi uh. . . What happened?"

(Mirabelle glanced over to Odile, who started talking.) "Are you feeling alright, Siffrin?"

"Dazed, headache, confused. Did something happen??"

"I'm getting to that." (Odile continued.) "Do you remember what happened?"

"Uhm. . . I was talking to Ramos? Yeah, yeah Ramos came over to see Isabeau."

(You glance between the three of them. Loop what's going on?)

(Mental check in, Stardust.)

"And what did you talk about."

"It was. . . Right! We were chatting about our adventures, how we met Isabeau, and uh. . ."

(You glance at Isa as Odile continues.) "What else?"

"Well, well, they were curious if Isabeau mentioned them at all." (Why was it so hard to remember?)

"And you said. . ."

(You smiled.) "I said 'of course he did!'"

(. . .Stars.)

(Huh? Did you say something wrong? They all looked worried. Isabeau spoke up.) "Are. . . Are you sure Sif?"

"Positive, right?" (You think hard.) "Because. . . Because you talked about them helping you for the Defenders exams?"

(Isabeau looked. . . Sad? What was going on?!?)

"That, didn't happen, Siffrin." (Odile said.) "I'm, sorry but that's not true."

"Huh?!?"

(You could feel your breathing quicken. What do they mean??? Ramos was, was Isabeaus best friend, right? Hadn't you been excited to see them?!? That's why you came here in the first place right???)

(You have a headache. What was going on?!? No, no Ramos was your friend right?)

"Siffrin?" (You turn to Isabeau, he was holding out a hand. You grab it and squeeze. He doesn't even flinch.) "It's. . . Well, just take a breath first, ok? With me? Just like you showed us, right?"

(Right, right, just breathe. In. . . . and Out. . .)

(Feeling better, Stardust?)

(No, yes, maybe. Just. I'm just confused.) "Alright, alright, please tell me what happened, please."

"Siffrin, well, Ramos isn't really, a good person right now, I think." (You turn to Mirabelle as she continues.) "They, well, Loop told us that they've been effecting people with Mind Craft. You included."

(??????????)

(It's a craft type that effects ones memories, ones mind. Your perception of Ramos has been altered, Stardust.)

(Odile talking now.) "It should be reversable, but from what I know it might be more difficult as it may be powered by a wish. If that's the case it could. . ."

"It would just take a while!" (Mira jumps in.) "But! The good news is Loop isn't effected?"

(Your breathing is getting heavy again. What? But, Ramos was a big figure in Isabeaus life, right? There where all those stories! Like, like.)

(You cannot remember.)

(It's a trick, Stardust~ A nasty one at that.)

(You lean into Isabeau, you feel lightheaded.) "A-are you sure? I, I mean. . ." (It. . . It was really hard to believe. You had this feeling, this instinct, that Ramos was a friend, the best, the. . .)

"Sorry Sif." (Isa gently put a hand on your head. You didnt flinch.) "We'll get this figured out, ok?"

". . . Promise?"

"I promise!"

"Of course I promise!" (Mirabelle chimed in.)

"I don't want to see what happens when your memory gets worse. I promise we'll figure it out." (Odile adds.)

(You nod. And sigh.) ". . . Thank you."

(Your head hurts. Loop, can you, can you please just deal with this?)

(Of course Stardust~ It might be better since-)

(Because Ramos might still be able to effect me. Yeah. I wouldn't want to hurt anyone.)

(You breathe in, and out. And in the future, you can take over in a pinch if needed, ok?)

(Same back to you. stars, even for Mal too. Just in case.)

(Thank you.)

(. . . . .)

[You got the Memory of Switching! When equipped, this will make it easier for you to switch out with your headmates, even durring battle!]

(You pause a second before moving. Isabeau is comfortable, he's got a hand on your head. No need to pull away immediatly.)

(Is now really the time?)

(Hush you. Stardust's gone now, let me have this.)

(You took one more second before getting up and stretching.) "Well! That was quite enlightening~"

"Loop?"

"Yes yes, Stardust decided to go for now, didn't trust themself to act rational."

"Aww. . ." (Isabeau awkwardly rubbed his side.) "I can't imagine how he must be feeling."

"Now where have I heared that before." (Odile adds, going back to her own seat.)

"We miss anything?" (It was Nille, she and Bonnie where walking in.)

"Just checked in on Siffrin." (Odile sighs.) "Unfortunatly, the mind craft stuck."

"Crab" (Nille sat down on the ground.)

"Stupid Crabbing mind crab" (Bonnie stormed over to a chair and sat down.)

"Language."

(You laugh.) "You'll never get Bonbon to stop swearing at this rate."

"Oh I will!" (She replied, rolling her eyes.)

"Nuh uh!" (Bonnie stuck out their tongue.)

"Yuh huh!"

"Nuh uh!!!"

"Yuh huh or you a stupid face."

"YOU'RE a stupid face!"

"Gasp!! Bonnie! How could you! Your own Sister!"

(You fail to hold in your laughter.)

(Why couldn't ever day be this simple.)

#mehehoe #isat #isat spoilers #isat siffrin #isat loop #isat bonnie #isat nille #isat mirabelle #isat isabeau #isat odile #isat art #isat fanart #in stars and time #siffrin system au #sifstem #isat au

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icarus-does-fall · 1 month

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I wrote this in 45 minutes?

It's sickeningly sweet fluff cause sometimes ya just need that (I im writing so much angst in every other fic I needed some quick fluffy ones)

Jason Todd x reader (gender neutral, no pronouns used)

Uhhh it's a regression fic leave me alone, I'll throw hands if ya mean about it (Jason just has caregiver vibes okay???)

.𝆤࿙࿙࿚๋࿙࿚ ⊱♡⊰ ࿙࿚๋࿙࿚࿚𝆤..𝆤࿙࿙࿚๋࿙࿚ ⊱♡⊰ ࿙࿚๋࿙࿚࿚𝆤.

You and Jason had been dating for the better part of a year, and just recently had he trusted you enough to explain why he’d been coming home to you covered in bruises and even still occasionally bleeding. It took the whole night and into the morning but you got all your questions answered- Your boyfriend was the Red Hood. Damn how you should’ve figured that out on your own but you did have your own things going on too.

You owned and ran your own business- You made jewelry and clothes, selling online and through vendors on occasion, it was a lot to handle but it made good money and it was a job doing things you enjoyed. You made your own hours too as long as you kept up with the demand and kept everything stocked.

Everything was going smoothly between you two, long nights on occasion and sometimes it took actual planning to make a date night but neither of you minded too much. Jason was out saving the city whenever he was needed and you had a business to run, you both did so without issue as well. At least, until the next few months came and went.

Your business blew up, getting more attention than you’d ever been used to leaving you overworking yourself to try and keep up with every order, you had even unknowingly pushed Jason away. He knew you were stressed but he was still offended by the fact that you weren’t confiding in him or letting yourself take a break. So when you finally broke down, he was there in a moment's notice, even blowing off his patrol- sending out quick texts to his siblings to have someone cover for him so he could be there for you.

Tim responded first- while all of his brothers, and Cas and Stephine- adored you, Tim was of course the one willing to help out whenever Jason asked. Mostly because Jason almost never asked for anything.

So when you curled up on the couch, dressed in your pajamas with Bluey playing in the background, Jason took the spot at your side and threaded his hands through your hair as he softly kissed the top of your head.

“Hey little one, you doing okay?”

You looked up at Jason with a pout and you shook your head, there were dark circles under your eyes and unshed tears threatening to fall the moment he asked the question. “No- Jay theres just too much to do. I tried and and tried to keep on top of it all but ‘m squished.”

Jason chuckled softly and pulled you into his side, lightly ruffling your hair, which you huffed at and tried to swat his hand away. “Aw come on bat, you know you can always take breaks yeah? You're the one in charge, your customers are on your time.”

You laid your head on his chest, your eyes flickering towards the show- Grannies was the current episode, it always made you laugh and giggle but right now you were just too exhausted to feel much of anything. “But…-”

“No buts little bat, there's no reason for you to ever work yourself like this. I know I do it and so do my dad and brothers but you see how Alfred scowleds us for that whenever we nearly drop unconscious.”

You nestled into his chest with a sigh and fiddled with his free hand. “Jay?”

“Yeah bat?”

“We have chocolate milk?”

Jason grinned and laughed, placing another soft kiss on the top of your head before pulling you into a hug. “Yeah I think we still have some chocolate milk, want it in your dino cup little bat?”

“Mhmshmm yeah… And and! Strawberries! Please…”

Jason shook his head with a smile before standing and walking into the kitchen. As he got your drink and snack you wrapped up in a blanket holding one of the pillows on your lap much like a stuffed animal, but all of yours were currently still in your room.

It only took a couple of minutes before Jasoon walked back into the living room, chocolate milk in a dinosaur cup and strawberries cut up in a small bowl- He even went as far as to put whipped cream on them. “There ya go little bat.”

You stimmed happily, soft squeaks followed by flappy hands. You started to relax more, allowing yourself to forget about adulting and the struggles that came with it, the tension eased from your body. “Strawberries!”

Jason smiled and settled back onto the couch with you, letting you have your snack and sipy in peace. Nights like these weren’t necessarily rare but with the two of you constantly rushing about and you taking on more things at every moment they were infrequent and he loved it when things were just soft. No work, no sex, just cuddles and shows while you were being small.

“Feeling any better little bat?”

“Yeah… Chocolate milk and bluey makes everything better”

He chuckled, a teasing look filled his eyes as he poked your cheek, “aww and I didnt help contribute to the helping any?”

“Nono! Wait you did too! Always helpful Jay, silly bear.”

You smiled up at him brightly and then kissed his nose causing a laugh to escape his lip and a giggle from yours before you paused dramatically and pointed at him accusedly. “Wait a minute bubs- Youre usually out bangin heads n things, how you home?”

He shrugged casually and pulled you back into his side, you were wrapped up much like a little burrito and it didnt seem like he was planning on letting you go at any point. “Got Tim to help out, honestly little bat you worry about the weirdest things.”

You huffed with a slight pout and scrunched up your nose, “nuh uh! Is perfectly reasonable worry, you have responsibilities”

“And youre one of the things I have to take care of too little bat, don’t forget that”

“Thats so rude- 'm completely capable! Dont need help any help”

“Suuuuure and thats why you asked for me to get you chocolate milk and cutting up fruit instead of being all grown and getting it yourself~”

Your pout grew and you simply ignored Jaons teasing as you sipped on your drink while curled up next to him, finally turning your attention back to Bluey. “Mean bear-”

“Pouty bat~”

And thats how the rest of your night went for the most part, a few teasing remarks here and there, but mostly soft kisses and cuddles as Bluey played on the TV until you fell asleep nestled into Jasons side. He smiled down at you for a moment before picking you and carrying you off to bed- He knew you’d be back to your big job tomorrow and all the stress it came with but you got a night away from all that, and he’d do better at helping you manage things better too. The war criminal, the hardened killer that he was, hated seeing you cry.

#dc comics #dcu #jason todd #jason todd x reader #jason todd x you #sfw regression #fluff #dc universe

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freyapoststhings · 1 month

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hc that kids of Apollo with healing powers(Will specifically) can suck one's health/energy too. (More under the cut)

Based on fanart I saw, Apollo's kids can channel their power into their hands. It only works with the demigod's hands, though. (Mini drabble/fic below! No warnings!)

Will discovered it(at least he's the first known person with it) when he was really stressed one day and had to heal some minor wounds(stuff that didn't really need magic to heal).

He was so annoyed that when he touched the patient, they immediately passed out. Will, of course, panicked and started checking vitals, but everything was fine.

The kid woke up a couple minutes later, still with his injuries, mind you. He was fine, but he suddenly felt extremely exhausted.

Will told him that everything was fine with him, no major injuries to be found. Chiron tried to figure out what happened, but all he could determine was that it was something that hadn't happened before.

He recommended calling Apollo to ask about it. So, the next week, when they came to visit, Apollo was immediately bombarded with questions.

He eventually calmed everyone down, before asking what the Hades happened.

Kayla cut Will off and burst into talking animatedly about how cool and powerful her brother was, with Austin nodding along.

Will raised his hands and they both went quiet. This was a trick that Micheal taught Will, back before the war. It was a trick he would use in the infirmary to make it easy to treat patients.

Apollo, who was quite impressed with the little trick, waited patiently for his son to speak.

"Last week, I was treating a patient, and suddenly he passed outright after I touched him. When he woke up, he said he had felt super tired all of a sudden. Do you happen to know what this could be?"

Apollo grinned, snapping his fingers as soon as Will stopped talking.

"Were you extremely tired or feeling a very strong emotion at the time?" Apollo explained, raising an eyebrow at his now flustered son, two young teenagers on either side of him.

"Well....I mean, I was a little tired, I guess? And he only had small cuts and bruises! Nothing a little ambrosia couldn't fix!" Will's tone started sheepish, but slowly annoyance seeped into his voice.

Kayla and Austin shared a look, and then gave their brother a sympathetic glance.

Apollo watched the blonde, who was still rambling about how often patients come in with minor and ordinary scratches and marks.

Apollo held up a tan hand, all three of the other's present hushing up quickly. Will's eyes contained bits of sheepishness, but still had an underlying glance of anger.

Kayla and Austin looked similar to one another, both filled with a mix of curiosity and sympathy.

"Well, it seems like you inherited a trait of mine." Apollo giggled slightly, before sighing and continuing his trail.

"You see, this power you experienced comes with the healing powers. It is extremely rare, especially since most children of mine don't have as much experience healing as you do. That is why you have it."

Apollo took another breath, and continued.

"You're power doesn't have a name, but basically, if you are feeling especially negative, your powers will do a sort of switch."

Before the three could question, Apollo continued.

"What I'm trying to say is, you basically sucked his energy to replenish yours."

Apollo finished, glancing at the surprised faces of the ones he holds dear with amusement.

"So I.....took his energy?!" Will exclaimed. At this point, Kayla and Austin basically had stars in their eyes. Apollo was worried they might be permanent.

"WILL THAT'S SO COOL!!!!" Kayla yelled, crawling over to shake her brother by the shoulders. Austin and Apollo just laughed.

"KAYLAAAAA PLEA-SE PUT ME DOWN." Will exclaimed. Kayla, now out of breath, finally let her very dizzy brother free. Now half in her brother's lap, she tucked her head into his shoulder in an attempt to catch her breath.(Not a ship!!! This is sibling affection!)

Austin smiled, before crawling over to his siblings. They grinned at his brothers' pleading face, before resting leaning against Will's back. Will made one last-ditch effort and looked at his dad for help.

"Dad please! I have work in a few minutes!" Will whispered, still attempting not to wake up his now sleeping siblings.

"I'll take over for a bit, alright?" Apollo smiled gently, before summoning a blanket and slapping it over the three teens. He kissed each child on the crown of their head, before getting up fully.

"Sleep well, my little crows. I love you." Apollo spoke softly, making it harder for Will to stay awake. His exhaustion caught up to him quickly.

By the time the door shut, the demigods were fast asleep, laying against each other on the cabin floor.

He was asked as he left the cabin where his kids were.

"Oh, they're just getting some well-deserved rest."

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Okay! That took far longer than I thought it would lol. I'm thinking of posting this on my ao3 as a short one shot. Let me know what y'all want! Also, I'll try to find the fanart that inspired this! Hope y'all enjoyed this!

#will solace #riordanverse #Implied to be after tsats #kayla knowles #austin lake #unnamed character #drabble #Comfort/humor/little angst??#apollo pjo #sun god apollo #camp half blood #Will solace angst #Kinda

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the-s1lly-corner · 5 months

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I'M SORRY I KNOW I SHOULD'VE LIKE PUT THIS IN THE SAME REQUEST BUT AFTER I READ YOUR TIMXDECEASED!READER I GOT AN IDEA..

BUT IDK HOW THIS WORKS LIKE WHAT IF SHE GOT REVIVED OR SMTH (OR LIKE IDK SHE DIDN'T EXACTLY D*E JUST WENT MISSING OR SOMETHING BUT GOT DECLARED DEAD?)

AND BTW

I love the way you write and thank you thank you so much for Doug my request:3

Remember to rest and stay hydrated mwa I love you!!<333

-🙀 anon

Tim x reader who went missing but returns!

UEUEUEUEUE thank you!! i was so nervous that the post was going to be kind EUGH!! since im rusty with MH and my brains foggy on the lore + still experimenting with how i write the og/mh versions of tim !! admin grew up with creepypasta first marble hornets later (though its been a blast getting into mh!! yahoo!!) that said i hope you enjoy this as well!! previous post/post in question!

just like a lightning bolt i was struck with the image of tim and reader hugging, studio ghibli style. you know. like getting INTO it

though.... would it be in character? in not sure, actually..! because on one hand i can see him being happy to see you still kicking, after being supposedly "dead" for lord k nows how long, but i can also see him cautious... like are you a threat? are you going to pull some stuff? i think it depends on how far into the whole mess of MH that this would take place in

thinks

god know because you know how in the other post i mentioned that he would make a little memorial... thing for you. like its just a space somewhere with your picture and some stuff you like/had. thats going to be fun to explain to you. probably takes it down when youre confirmed to still be alive

do not tease him about it. i do think that would actually cause some issues. like i thought about this as a joke but can you imagine how messed up that would be, to try to joke with him about that?

therapy. you guys both go to therapy. i mean he needed it even before you showed back up, but i doubt you just suddenly coming home is going to erase all the grieving he went through

"youre just as beautiful as the day i lost you"/ref or however the quote goes

oooooooouuuugh imagine its been so long and you guys have the rekindle your relationship if you guys want to make things work

i dont know, the admin just enjoys tropes like that. same energy as the "we knew each other in a past life and have once again found our way to each other" but in a different font... kinda...

if this is post-MH you guys both grieve together over all that was lost/who had died, as well as generally trying to recover

i do think that after the initial shock he would ask a few questions... though im not actually sure if he would interrogate you... i can see both, actually. on one hand he wants to know exactly what happened to you and where youve been, but on the other hand hes just so exhausted that he doesnt think he can handle the truth for the foreseeable future

baby steps, you know

#marble hornets tim #marble hornets tim x reader #marble hornets tim x you #tim wright x you #tim sutton x reader #mh x reader #mh tim x reader #mh tim x you #tim wright x reader #tim sutton x you

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mypoisonedvine · 9 months

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I hate hate hate having to talk about this stuff because I know 98% of y'all are not the problem, and the remaining 2% are probably not going to care in the slightest. but I need to set some boundaries and explain why I'm getting frustrated before any more resentment builds.

I've been writing for cillian murphy characters since july 26 when I posted 'thoughtless', since then I've released well over one hundred thousand words of content for him. I'm not exaggerating, I counted. it's been five and a half weeks and I've posted 14 full-length one shots which means I'm posting more than twice a week. that's not even including drabbles/requests.

I'm getting concerned that this has set a precedent that people are holding me to and I'm getting annoyed by the entitlement in some of my asks and comments.

first things first, and I know nobody means anything bad by this but it's pissing me off: stop using the phrase "full smut" in your requests, it's driving me crazy. this started abruptly after I posted a bunch of drabbles in one sitting based on y'all's ideas and requests. I did that as a way to try out new ideas and appease people who hadn't had their concepts written about yet. instead of people being happy with what I wrote for them, people got frustrated that the drabbles were drabble-length and not thousands of words long like my full fics (which take me several days to write, rather than an hour or less which is the point of short requests). ever since, people won't stop coming into my inbox talking about making a "full smut" for a certain character or idea as if they're terrified that I'll only post something short. I usually don't post short things. I feel now like those drabbles were a colossal waste of time because all they did was make people afraid I wouldn't write longer stuff; I wanted to open requests again because I had fun, but now I feel like it's a bad idea because it'll just leave people frustrated when they see it's not whatever a "full smut" is and then tell me it's incomplete and I need to write more. a short drabble can very well be a complete story. stop asking for "full smut" PLEASE. just tell me what you're interested in reading and trust that, as the author, I will tell the story in the correct length of time.

secondly, the way people are asking for stories about new characters is getting out of control. I think you guys don't realize that I only post less than half of the asks I get, because they are so repetitive and constant. I have literally over 2000 unanswered asks currently. if I answered all the asks I received, I would lose followers because it clogs the dash and half of them are the same questions.

and I'm just gonna say this one explicitly: please stop asking me to write for cillian's character in the movie 'anna'. I'm not saying that I won't or that I don't want to. but I need you to understand that I get easily 3-5 asks a DAY about this character and I am exhausted. I'm not particularly interested in watching the movie. not only does it look like it's probably just not that good, but on a very personal note, I am in recovery for an eating disorder (and relapsed recently) and I just... don't wanna watch a movie with a runway model in the leading role right now. I'm sorry if that feels like body shaming or something but I've been waiting until I feel like I can watch it without feeling sick or enraged. it should come as a surprise to no one who is familiar with my work that I'm not a particularly mentally healthy person. but that's only part of it; I answered asks about this character for a while saying I wanted to write for him eventually, but I had to stop because people just asked about him every day anyways without reading my very recent posts with the same question. I'm still not ruling it out. I'm just warning you guys that it will be a while.

people are now commenting requests for new characters ON MY CURRENT FICS FOR UNRELATED CHARACTERS. how entitled and dense do you have to be to do that? I can't believe this has to be said, but comments on my fics should be... related to the content of the fic you're commenting on.

to be clear, I'm not mad at anyone for doing this stuff (except that last one, that's unforgivably ridiculous) because I think the intentions are pure. but now that I've explained why this stuff bothers me, I'm asking you to put a little more thought into how you phrase your questions and comments. to be clear: for the most part I feel incredibly supported and appreciated here and I've been very impressed by this fandom's ability to not be morality police and manage their own content consumption. a lot of you have reached out with concern about the speed at which I was producing and I totally understand and value that. I honestly think I can keep up that pace for a little while longer... I just wanted to explain why I'm getting a little irritated and hopefully decrease the amount of asks I get repeating the same two or three things.

so, tl;dr -- I've been having a lot of fun writing and I plan to keep doing it as much as I can. some people are spoiling the fun for everyone by being (usually unintentionally) entitled and impatient. I don't mind you guys showing enthusiasm for things you'd like to see from me, in fact it's helpful because it tells me what might get a good reception. but please be thoughtful in how you make these requests and please support what I've already written if you want to see more. I think non-writers have a hard time understanding how inspiration works (hell, even writers don't really understand it in ourselves lol) and so it kinda just seems like if I can write about one thing I can write about any thing. but I only write so much and so fast because I write what speaks to me and not other people's ideas. again, thank you so much for all the love and support this past month!!

p.s. I also get asks multiple times a day asking when I will post a fic, especially if I've announced it. I always post fics between 4 and 5 PM central US time. I would recommend calculating when that is for you and I promise you'll find me posting very reliably at this time on days I have fics announced. hopefully this saves us all some trouble in the future lmao

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parental-unit-of-chaos · 1 year

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Clark and Kon react to Autistic Reader.

[Teen Titans (2003-2011) #10]

So, you can 100% blame me staying awake at 02:40 because I can't stop cackling like a crow being waterboarded on @gatorbites-imagines and his/it's/xyrs kyrtontian's purring at a frequency that humans can't hear headcanon. I'm autistic, and I hear shit on the other side of the building, sometimes on a different floor.

Cw: Swearing, idk else, unhinged/ blunt replies ( R giving).

__Clark Kent__

Clark having his super hearing, I feeling like he hears distracting noises constantly but feels like he can't say anything about them.

So when he hears a frustrated voice say,' Can we please fix that god damn janitor's closet door on the floor under us!? It squeaks all day'.

Clark is shooketh, I don't put it past him thinking you are possibly kryptonian. Like he did with Shazam. Probably try to phish out info to see, but bad at being subtle.

'Why do you keep bringing up Superman??', 'Oh.. Well I mean, he is this City's hero'. You probably read his inquiring wrong, and believe he thinks your SuperMan.

'The reason has to why my hearing is above average, is because my autism makes me more sensitive to sounds. I promise you, I'm not Superman. I could not live comfortably with such a jarring unpredictable schedule.' , you word vomited, pitching the bridge of your nose.

'Oh.. uh I'm sorry if I made you upset', the more exhausted tone reminded him of Bruce a lot, when he bugged him too much. 'Its fine, just so many people make jokes about it. It can get old fast.'

Basically the mf would be balanced between panic and false hope of finding a relative he could keep on earth.

__Kon-el Kent__

I feel like he's got so use to no one being able to hear his purring, he doesn't care to suppress them. At times when he's to lazy to do this hair himself, he gets one of his friends to do it. Not worried.

He just enjoys the comforting feeling and begins to pur away. For the sake of it, let's say Tim was the victim of doing Kon's hair.

Tim would be the first to notice you walking around the common room, looking like you are going insane looking for something. Kon not really caring has he doesn't see it has important.

'Did you lose something?', Tim questioned, pausing shortly from combing Kon's hair. 'There is a sound and I don't know where it's coming from', you kept walking around the room listening.

Tim would try to reassure that you'll get use to the sounds of building, the more you stay. At some point, you walk over to where they were on the couch, and figured out it's coming from kon. 'The sound, it's coming from you!?'.

Kon would be so confused and Tim would be too, for different reasons. Tim doesn't hear it, Kon is not sure if you're referring to him purring or not.

'Huh?', 'You, it's coming from you. It sounds like a rumble or some shit'. Well fuck, he can't really play that off. 'You're not suppose to be able to hear it..', his tone resembling that of Oz media reading a cursed post.

'Hear what, exactly?', Tim feeling more like a third wheel in the conversation and wanting to be in loop. 'Kryptonian's have an organ that can make a sound, the best way I can describe it in human experience is a cat pur. But, we can only hear it.', Kon tries to summarize.

Tim would be the one that's extra, and suggest a DNA analysis. 'Tim I assure you, my mom used the excuse of popping me out of her, far too much for me of too be found in a capsule.', you then explained the autistic symptoms you have. Sensitivity to sounds being one of them.

This dose not stop Kon from jokingly referring to you has his sibling from now on. Which would confuse everyone that wasn't there to hear this interaction. Kon being Kon, he wouldn't explain it anyone, because he feels like that would ruin the joke.

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Ha ha ha, it's 04:30 and I get up at 05:00. This is gonna fun.. but at least my dad feeds my caffeine addiction by giving me offerings of energy drinks, in hopes to encourage my autistic brain to be okay with doing the dishes, and other medial tasks.

#Crow!Writes #conner kent #clark kent #x male reader #x gender neutral reader #this is my first attempt at bullet point fanfic style.#autistic reader

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the-heart-of-a-monster · 3 months

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HOPPING ON HERE AGAIN FOR ANOTHER SUPER LONG THEORY POST BOYSSSSS

Hello THOAM people! How are you all doing today? Good? Great? Did you just have one of the best days in your entire life and you are certain that nothing could possibly ruin it for you now??

WELL YOU ARE WRONG. /j I AM HERE TO RUIN IT ALL.

that is very much a joke I’m sorry I’m very high on adrenaline right now becAUSE THE NEW COVERS FOR ISSUE 9 JUST DROPPED AS I’M WRITING THIS OUT AND I AM SO EXCITED TO SEE WHAT HAPPENS NEXT AND I HAVE SO MANY THOUGHTS. So why don’t I just cut the dilly-dallying and get right on with it?

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So, first thing I wanna mention is Sonic’s current state and his relationship status. (You may take that as out of context as you want lol) Sonic is currently in an internal state of panic mixed in with exhaustion. MAJOR exhaustion! Bro had to rush to Omega’s aid right after fighting Shadow in a cave full of ice. If that’s not draining as heck then I have no idea what isn’t. And on top of all that, he not only almost killed Omega, but he also knows now that his friends have known what was going on with him for a while! Probably ever since the scene where him, Tails, and Knuckles went out for breakfast and he passed out at the table. (I can’t remember which issue that was atm. I think issue 3…?) In short, Sonic is experiencing a whole rollercoaster of emotions right now, and he isn’t even awake yet! As soon as he wakes up I theorize he’s gonna be asking everyone a lot of questions, and will then ask for elaborations on top of all the answers he receives! I also don’t think he will be as trusting of others anymore, since his friends all knew of his biggest kept secret for a long while now and nobody said or did anything about it!

Now combine that with the guilt he must feel for Omega… The last thing Sonic witnessed before passing out was him going on a rampage and almost killing the robot. He must not feel great about that…! 🫢 And his relationship with Team Dark will be relatively strained as well. I mean, aside from Rouge probably. She loves Omega, but knows the context behind the situation and doesn’t blame Sonic much for what happened, so I think she won’t change much around the Blue Blur. Though his relationship with Shadow was already strained before all that, so… Yeah.

ALRIGHT TIME TO TALK ABOUT CHIP WOOHOOOOOOOO

We all know now that Chip has finally experienced what I’m calling, “✨God Puberty✨”

(Imagine there are pretty pink sparkles floating around the name. Kinda like the classic “You’re watching Disney Channel” thing)

This ✨God Puberty✨ has essentially opened Chip’s eyes, and changes the game completely! Now we not only have a god on our side but also a god who has context! I believe Chip will try and guide Dark Gaia back to its sleeping state to restore balance like they usually do, as explained in the comic, but the attempt will backfire seeing as Dark Gaia was awoken prematurely by Dr. Eggman. (More on him in a second) Chip will keep trying, because they’re a big floofy funny god that just wants food and just went through ✨God Puberty✨ so they’ll naturally wanna keep this going at a peaceful rate. Because despite all of his power, Chip is still Chip. Just a smol bitty guy who wants ice cream. With the addition of being a god. Sonic will then of course have to step in, leading to him getting his Gaia energy taken away and him being free of this curse, and then the events of the game finale play out as normal. Probably. It’s getting late now and I’m getting tired so my brain energy is wavering so idk exactly if that’s what will happen but it’s some food for thought I suppose.

NOW WE CAN FINALLY TALK ABOUT EGGMAN OH MY GOSH YES LET’S TALK ABOUT THE PATHETIC EGG-SHAPED SCIENTIST THAT WE CALL A MAN MADE OUT OF EGGS

To keep this short and simple, I’ll discuss Eggman within the context we have based solely on the new covers alone. Meaning the only speculation I’ll be doing is based off of those and the last few times we’ve seen the guy in the comic. Which actually was… A long time ago, actually. If I’m remembering correctly, that is. I could be wrong. ANYWHIZZLE LEMME STOP JABBERING AND LET’S GET ON WITH THE THEORIZING-

So the first cover shows a new, most likely final form of Sonic’s, encasing Eggman in a cracked eggshell while using his claws. Or more specifically, there is Eggman, acting as an egg yolk, sitting in a puddle of egg whites with the shell on each side of him, while Sonic’s Gaia claws slowly close in on him in the back. Sonic is staring at him menacingly, his anger and frustration reaching a boiling point due to all the stress he’s most likely experiencing combined with the Dark Gaia energy within him. This cover makes me assume that this issue is gonna act as the final battle against Eggman, a final “Screw you!” To the fat man in red. Obviously, Eggy ain’t going down without a fight, as shown in the next cover, but we’ll get to that in a minute.

The first cover suggests that Eggman is gonna be the main role of the issue, and that he’s gonna get his ass kicked. Sonic is gonna confront him, fully transform into his final Werehog form due to anger and stress, and we’ll then move onto the next issue probably. Again, I’m getting tired so this theory is getting pretty sloppy.

Now onto cover numero dos! I love this cover honestly, and it’s literally only because Knuckles and Tails are seen defending a transforming Sonic from Eggman. They are literally using themselves as like. A meat shield. Normally I’d be like “Oh no what happened????” But right now all I can think is “Omg ✨Brothers✨ 🤩”

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AGAIN IM GETTING VERY TIRED NOW SO I WILL UNFORTUNATELY END THIS HERE AND WILL NOW GO BRUSH MY TEETH BUT HOPEFULLY I WILL REMEMBER TO COME BACK AND ELABORATE TOMORROW IF I HAVE THE TIME. THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR READING, IT MEANS A TON THAT YOU TOOK THE TIME OUT OF THE DAY TO DO THAT.

oki ima go sleeb now thank you bai

The art for the covers was great btw I just wanted to let you know it’s absolutely wonderful I could look at it all day

you're gonna love what's gonna happent his issue, i can tell!!!!!!

only um. i think you were wayyy too tired so you confused sonic with metal sonic. either that ur ur just very polite to metals insistance that he is the real sonic.

#fan lore #clover-the-awesomest #long post #text heavy #fan theories

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ukulelevillainwrites · 9 months

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who follows the rules anyway?

Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4 / Part 5 / Part 6 / Part 7 / Part 8 / Part 9

complete

pairing : anthony lockwood x she/her reader

word count : 4.6k

content : tw there's some negative self talk and a panic attack in this chapter, other than that you get a bandaging wounds scene ;), there's banter, hurt/comfort and the intrigue gets a bit more set up

tag : @cassiopeiia24 🩷

She didn’t have time to touch the floor, two arms were already holding her up, unfortunately pressing down on her wound. The sudden pain jolted her awake. She pushed him away and settled on the bench in the hall.

“Look, you’re gonna have to put aside the fight we had for a minute and explain what is going on.” Lockwood said in a deep voice. He looked like he had just woken up but he showed nothing of it. It was like he was mustering all the authority he was capable of.

She looked up at him and was surprised to see him genuinely worried. His eyes looked concerned and his arms were crossed tightly across his chest like he was trying to find some comfort.

“Seriously what happened to you? Where were you y/n? We were worried like crazy when we came home and you weren’t there!”

She raised her right hand to stop him from asking more questions.

“My left arm is hurt, I need help taking care of it. The rest can wait.” She tried to sound as in control as she could. She didn’t want to appear scared, not in front of him.

“Okay…” he said taken aback. “We have a first aid kit in the kitchen.”

He helped her up, offering his hand and holding her as they went down the stairs to keep her from falling. He could be very gentle when he wanted to. He led her into the kitchen and pulled out a chair.

“Sit down I’ll get the kit.”

As he turned to look through a cupboard, she stood up again so she could take off her jacket.

“You really can’t listen do directions, can you?” He had a stern voice but he couldn’t help his mouth curving upwards.

“I follow directions very well, just not when they come from you.” She had a weak smile on her face. Exhaustion started to settle in and her eyes had a hard time staying open.

“I just need to take off my sweater to put the bandage on.”

He immediately turned around.

“You don’t need to. Actually, I kind of need your help… My arm is killing me.”

“Oh… s-sure.”

He slowly walked over to her and stopped abruptly not knowing what to do next. She took off her sleeves carefully as he stood awkwardly next to her. She started pulling the sweater over her head when she cried out in pain again. That made him jump to her rescue, he started pulling it off as carefully as he could to help her out. Instead, he pulled her hair too.

“It’s like you’re doing it on purpose!”

“I’m just trying to help! I can always go back to bed and let you take care of everything yourself.” He said this but didn’t mean it one bit since he was already pressing gauze on her wound to stop the bleeding. His tone wasn’t the one he used earlier this evening. It was lighter, even playful, like he was teasing her and they were the best of friends. It was a nice change. She hadn’t forgiven him though. But for now she was too tired and hurt to care. She sat back down, now only wearing a tank top, and slouched into the chair, keeping her arm up where Lockwood held the gauze.

“No, stay. Please.”

“I’m sorry, I couldn’t hear you. What did you just say?” He really was messing with her now.

“You heard me just fine and don’t make me beg for your help when I’m in pain.”

He laughed as he went to get the disinfectant and the bandages he had left sitting next to the kettle.

“But it’s such a pleasant change from ‘I don’t need your help’ and ‘I can control everything’. At least let me enjoy it.” He did a terrible impression of her but it still made her chuckle. It cheered up her anxiety-filled night.

“So you do remember that night.”

“I remember it very well actually.”

“Why didn’t you say something?”

“I could ask you the same thing.”

She looked down. She didn’t know where she stood anymore. He was being nice now but he could always go back to being a jerk once she was healed. And she didn’t want to let him off the hook that easily.

“What if we forgot the whole thing?” Lockwood asked, breaking the silence.

“Will you admit that you ruined that case for me?”

“You’re incorrigible.” He said with a laugh. “Though, if it makes things better, I just wanted to humiliate Kipps, I never meant to hurt you.”

“You’ll have to tell me what the deal is with you two.”

“Maybe some other time, when you’re not bleeding out in my kitchen.”

He had the biggest smile she had seen in the last two days.

“Are you actually relishing the wound I have in my arm?” She didn’t know if they were bonding or if he was being a jerk again. But his laugh seemed genuine and echoed the relief he seemed to feel knowing she was alright.

He gently turned her arm to take a look at the cut she had. His face turned more serious as he disinfected the cut.

“So, what happened tonight?”

“Relic-men. I surprised a meet up, they chased me and threw knives at me apparently.” She said pointing at her wound. She tried to look unaffected, but saying it aloud reminded her of the panic she had felt just an hour ago. Lockwood stopped taking care of the cut to place a consoling hand on her shoulder.

“George was right. Dufour is selling sources to relic-men. I saw her tonight.” y/n admitted, defeated. She leaned her head on his hand for a moment, not realizing he was more tense than a minute ago. Thinking that she lost her job because of this horrible woman made her seek comfort.

“Rule number two is to never doubt George’s instinct.” He casually told her.

“What about rule number one and never doing what he does?” She chuckled. “Seems contradictory…”

“Well, it’s not like we play by the rules anyway.” He said with a wink. He removed his hand to grab the bandages and she immediately missed the warmth of it on her shoulder. She hated that.

He finished bandaging her wound, his touch soft on her skin. He wasn’t the best at this, but at least she wouldn’t bleed out. He offered her tea once she had put her sweater back on. She was too exhausted from the chase and desperately wanted to go to bed.

“I’ll help you get upstairs. I wouldn’t want you to get a head injury on top of your cut.”

They progressed slowly up the narrow staircase, her arm hurting every now and then, but the pain was already becoming more bearable. They awkwardly climbed step by step in silence all the way to the attic. He let go of her waist as they reached the door to her bedroom. She went to open the door.

“I’m sorry for what I said earlier…”

She looked at him, surprised that he wasn’t too proud to apologize. She slowly nodded with a thin smile. He turned to go back to his room.

“Lockwood, wait.”

He turned back around.

“Thank you. For tonight, and for letting me stay here. And for helping me even though I was so rude to you.”

He smiled politely.

“And also thank you for-”

“y/n, all that matters is that you’re safe. Now you should get some rest.” She smiled back at him, grateful for his behavior tonight.

“But if there’s more you can always thank me again tomorrow. I love starting the day getting praised.”

Of course he had to get back into character now. She rolled her eyes.

“You do owe me a lot. I’ll make sure to remind you that constantly.” He was beaming with joy.

“I hate you.” She tried to sound serious, but she was too tired to keep her mouth from smiling.

“Good night, y/n.”

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The first rays of sunshine started to glow through her window. The light blinded her awake, but five more minutes of rest wouldn’t hurt. She turned to face the wall, hugging her pillow closer, and slowly drifted back to sleep. But as her consciousness was slipping away, she heard footsteps in the stairs leading to her attic room. It startled her awake. Maybe Lockwood or George needed her for something. Maybe it was far later than she had realized. She reluctantly sat in her bed and struggled to open her eyes. To her surprise, the girl she had already seen in a dream was standing at the foot of her bed. This seemed unnecessarily threatening. She pulled her blanket closer, as if it offered some kind of protection. “Keep looking.”

She gasped and stood up straight in her bed, alone and greeted by the first lights of early morning. She had never seen the same person twice in her dreams. And the tone was getting ominous. Who was this girl and why was she supposed to look for her? And why couldn’t she say more than two words? An explanation would have been welcome. An eerie feeling started to creep up on her. The sudden movement had awoken the pain in her arm and the memories of the night before came crushing back. It was too much to deal with this early in the morning.

She went downstairs in the kitchen, she might as well start her day now. She was careful not to make any noise to avoid waking up the boys so early, especially Lockwood who had been up with her long past midnight. But she couldn’t avoid the creaky step in the last flight of stairs. She winced and made a mental note to watch that step specifically. She went in the kitchen and closed the door quietly behind her.

“Good morning.”

She jumped at the voice behind her. She turned around to see George sipping tea. Though it didn’t look like he had been up for very long. His hair was even more a mess than usual, his eyes were only half open and he wasn’t wearing any trousers. It actually made her more comfortable standing there only in a t shirt and shorts.

“I didn’t expect you to be up so early.”

“Don’t get used to it I usually wake up way later.” He poured her a cup without asking. As he handed it to her he noticed the bandage on her arm.

“What happened?”

“It’s a long story.” She warned him, preparing to tell him all about Dufour’s dealings.

“Oh, please no long stories this early.”

“If I had to listen to you talk about a case until 1 in the morning you’re going to hear what I have to say now.”

He sighed before taking a sip. “Fine.”

“You were right about Dufour.”

His eyes seemed to come to life at those words. He took another sit and pulled up a chair for her next to him.

“Tell me more.”

She had just finished telling George about everything that happened last night when Lockwood stepped into the kitchen, already dressed and ready for the day.

“I was right about that devious supervisor!” George told him, all triumphant.

Lockwood went to pour himself a cup of tea. As he took the teapot he hesitated and turned to y/n.

“You didn’t make this, right?” He said with a sleepy smile.

She rolled her eyes as she reassured him that she hadn’t touched it.

“I can’t believe I was right.” Repeated George, still in disbelief.

“I’d never bet against you on this type of thing.” Lockwood answered.

“Sure, but if I’m right about something like this who knows what else I could be right about?” he told Lockwood with a wink.

Lockwood immediately changed the subject and asked what the plan was for the Hopkins Street case. Was work the only thing he could think about?

They couldn’t finish the job the night before with her gone. The boys agreed on calling the client back to explain the situation and see if it was possible to come back tonight.

“y/n, obviously you’re coming with us to back us up tonight.” Lockwood said as he went to fetch the phone.

“On one condition.”

He stopped to stare at her. He almost looked worried.

“You let me do my job.”

He sighed. “Only if you promise to be careful with your arm. No need to get any more injured.”

“Deal.” She said with a satisfied smile on her face.

They arrived back at their client’s house a little before sundown. Luckily for them the house was vacant since their client was absent this week. Still, it wasn’t a reason to linger any longer. They wanted to get this over with as fast as possible, especially since the reports of strange activity weren’t very impressive. All their client could tell them was that he felt a presence late at night and that for the past two weeks the house had a bad energy. With only this description it was hard to draw any conclusions. George had done extensive research on the house, as usual, but he didn’t find anything conclusive either. There weren’t any violent deaths that were reported in the house or any sort of traumatic event worth reporting. They were going in almost blind, the only useful information they had being the drop in temperature they had noted the night before.

They started in this room, checking for any form of activity, Lockwood using his Sight, y/n finally using her Touch. She picked up the figurine that had caught her attention yesterday and immediately had images flashing before her eyes. She saw a child playing with it, giggles filling her ears. A woman entered the room and y/n was suddenly overwhelmed with frustration, the sharp emotion overpowering the sweet innocence she had felt only a few seconds ago. The woman picked up the figurine to put it back on the shelf.

She opened her eyes to ask George if their client was married and had any kids. Apparently not, then who was the woman?

“This house is pretty old, it’s probably a family home that’s been passed down.” George said.

“Could be his mother then. A memory from his childhood?” Lockwood asked her.

“Yes, that could be it. But I still don’t know what the source could be.”

“Keep looking.”

His words triggered a flashback of the dream she had, the girl’s face flashing in her mind for less than a second.

“You’re doing great.” He told her with a thin smile.

She smiled back, pushing the memory of her dream in a corner of her mind. It could wait, for now she wanted to focus on the case and make up for last night. What in the room could be linked to their client’s childhood? It was a library, so it didn’t have the usual childhood memories like old toys or clothes. The books that filled the shelves weren’t meant for children and couldn’t be bedtime stories. The only family items were the framed photographs settled on the mantel. y/n went to pick one up, it was a picture of the woman she had seen. She was standing next to a man, probably her husband, and between them was the little boy from her vision. But the moment she lifted the frame she dropped it, her hand burning from how cold the object was. The good news was that she had found the source. The bad news was that dropping it had awakened the ghost. And clearly it wasn’t a harmless type one at all.

She had just the time to back away and warn the boys before the spectre lunged to try and attack them. They were safe for now in their iron circle, but the source was outside and they needed to retrieve it in order to go home. The problem was that the spirit grew angrier when it felt the force of the iron chain. It was now pacing around the circle, waiting for them to step out.

“Well, what do we do now?” George asked.

“Easy. Go grab the source, I’ll distract it. y/n, stay here.”

Before she could protest, Lockwood was already stepping out of the circle, tempting the spectre to keep its attention away from George. He was being just as unreasonable as he had been the night they met. George better be quick to avoid the worst. He hurried to the opposite side of the room, reaching for the frame. He was so focused on the source that he didn’t see that the corner of the carpet was out of place. He tripped and lost precious seconds. It was enough for the spirit to send a powerful pulse of energy that knocked Lockwood into a bookshelf. His right arm met the shelf first, making him lower his rapier. y/n jumped out of the chain circle and put herself between him and the spectre just in time. She slashed through the ghost. It weakened it just enough to give George time to cover the photograph with a silver net. They all took a breath when they realized they were out of danger. For a second she wanted to thank the relic man for cutting her left arm and not her right. She rushed to see if Lockwood was alright. She lent him a hand to help him up. He winced as he got up.

“Are you okay?” She asked.

“Yeah… My arm is just a little sore from the shock that’s all.” He put his smile back on, like a mask to hide what he was really feeling. “Your posture was a little off just then, and you would have been more efficient if you had-”

“A simple thank you would have sufficed, you know?” She was irritated that the first thing he did was criticize her once more, but she couldn’t resist quoting him back to him.

There was a silence. During those few seconds his smile grew softer and his eyes looked for hers.

“Thank you.” He said gently.

She smiled as she nodded. They held each other’s gaze for a second too long. She hadn’t realized she had gotten lost in the depth of his dark eyes when George interrupted her reverie.

“We should take this to the furnaces before going home.” He said as he started packing up their bags.

She cleared her throat and helped him carry them out of the room, hoping the night was dark enough to cover the redness of her cheeks.

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She hadn’t been to the furnaces that often. Usually, Kipps took care of it and he used to send her and Bobby home early. And before that it was the supervisors who oversaw it most of the time. At least in the teams she had been a part of. She had forgotten the peculiar smell coming from the working ovens, and how the light there painted everything in a greenish fluorescent color. At night with no daylight coming through the windows everyone there looked like they were sick. She couldn’t wait to get out and get some fresh air. They arrived at the reception desk to register the source in the records. A red-haired girl greeted them.

“Hey, George! What’ve you got for us tonight?”

“Nothing very exciting, just a picture frame…”

They seemed to know each other well and got to talking. But y/n was distracted by a familiar group of Fittes agents coming their way.

“Tony, what a pleasant surprise!” Said a familiar voice.

Lockwood turned around abruptly and winced at the pain in his arm when he put his hand on the hilt of his rapier.

“Oh, did someone get injured?”

Lockwood tried to dismiss him. He clearly wasn’t in the mood to have this kind of conversation tonight. Kipps ignored him.

“You should watch those reckless habits of yours. At this rate your agency will run into the ground before its third month. It would be too bad since you’re the last hope of so many Fittes’ rejects.”

y/n had been avoiding eye contact ever since she heard his voice, but those few words made her turn around. Kipps had his eyes set on George who was still talking to the girl at the reception, then focused back on Lockwood. Her ex-team leader didn’t pay her any attention, like he hadn’t noticed she was standing there. She looked at the team standing behind him. Bobby wasn’t there, instead Kipps was joined by a tall brown-haired guy and a girl about his size with black hair tied neatly into a ponytail. She was relieved El wasn’t standing there judging her but the thought of them showing up to add another judgmental comment was too much to bear. She left in a hurry, walking briskly down the hall. She thought she heard her name being called from afar but all she wanted to do was get out of there.

She had a hard time adjusting to the night after the neon lights from the furnaces. She didn’t wait for her eyes to get used to the dark and started walking back to Portland Row. The walls were caving in on her chest, her lungs had shrunk. She had only been walking for five minutes when her knees buckled. She was shaking and struggling to breath. She was also getting really tired of being in this state again. What was it, like the third time in four days? She mustered the remaining strength she had to hail a night cab passing by. In the backseat, she tried her best to look normal, but anxiety was choking her. Tears burned her eyes. She was so focused on staying quiet she didn’t realize they were already there.

She pushed open the iron gate and climbed the familiar steps only to realize that she was locked out. Again. She tried to hold it together until she was inside and bent down to retrieve her hooks, but as soon as her knee touched the floor she collapsed and couldn’t stop the spiral that followed. Crouched in the doorway, she felt like she was suffocating. Tears were running down her face. Her nose was runny and she inhaled hoarsely through her mouth like air was running out. Her mind was racing, a thousand thoughts crossing her mind every second. She was a Fittes’ reject. That was her reputation now. Any potential employer in this field would only see that. It didn’t matter that she was talented, that would fade away soon enough. Saying she worked great under pressure would be a huge joke given her reaction now. She was just doing it for the attention anyway. To have someone care, pity her, reassure her that she didn’t do anything wrong. But she deserved all of this, she brought it all on herself. She was weak and easily influenced. She hadn’t been too bright and now she was a screw-up with no future. The harsh reality hit her like a train. Her career was over before it could even start and there was nothing she could do about it.

Desperation settled in. Her mind went blank. The voice in her head had gone silent for an instant. A shiver made her realize she was still outside. She picked the lock, got inside, grabbed a box of tissues from the living room and sat on the floor of the library in front of the fireplace. She felt so pathetic. She was pathetic. She blew her nose and dried her tears before lifting her head and noticing the ghost jar she had seen George with sitting in a pile of ashes. The skull inside frowned before making a horrible face at her. Great, one more person mocking her.

“Shut up.” She mumbled as she covered it with tissues.

She sat in the dark in silence, her anxiety clenching her stomach. She was staring into space when she heard the door open. The lights turned on and she heard Lockwood call her name. She tried to tell him she was in the library, but her voice caught in her throat. Tears filled her eyes once more. She hated the thought of Lockwood seeing her like this. Before she could think about moving to go anywhere else, she heard the relief in his voice as he said

“y/n, there you are! Are you okay?”

He sat down, his knew colliding with hers as he settled next to her. She avoided his gaze, ashamed.

“You shouldn’t listen to Kipps. He’s an idiot.”

“No… He’s right… I’m such a failure.” She admitted, defeated. A few more tears choked her again.

“I won’t let you say abominations like ‘Quill Kipps is right’ under my roof.” He said with a laugh as he draped his left arm over her shoulder. He brought her closer, resting her head on his shoulder. “And I can’t let you say that about yourself. You’re an amazing agent, y/n. I’ve always thought so.” He said in a gentle voice, that last part barely above a whisper.

“I threw my whole career away.” She sobbed. “I have no future.”

“Yes, you do.” He paused. “With us.” He said quietly.

Her breath caught. She looked up at him frowning, tears still filling her eyes.

“George and I already discussed hiring someone else now that we’ve set up the business. We could cover more interesting cases that would bring more publicity. Really you’d be doing us a favor.”

“That’s way too generous. Can you really do that?”

“It’s my company, I can do what I want. And you owe me, remember?” He gently nudged her with his elbow.

“Lockwood, I… I don’t know what to say…”

“Don’t worry. It’s a simple exchange of services. You help us take on larger cases, I help you out back. You also saved my life.” He added with a laugh. “So, call us even.” He kissed the top of her head before resting his chin in her hair.

She didn’t know how long they stayed like this. His steady breathing grounded her. Slowly, the dark thoughts that clouded her mind lifted. She suddenly realized how close they were. What was she doing? Just three days ago she hated this guy. She felt self-conscious all of a sudden and straightened up, feigning reaching for a tissue.

“Technically, I saved your life twice.”

“She’s back!” He grinned proudly.

A discreet smile lit up her face.

“So how did you get in, exactly?” He crossed his arms.

She settled back next to him, her back against the sofa, and reached into her sock. He scoffed at the sight of her lock picking tools.

“Should I be scared?”

“It’s just a trick my dad taught me.” She assured him with a delighted look on her face. “It’s actually very useful.”

“Remind me to put better locks on the doors.”

“Fine, I like a challenge.” She winked.

His eyes hadn’t left hers, and she felt the same pull she had a few hours earlier. The intensity of his stare lit up every time he laughed, making the brown of his irises even warmer. She felt hypnotized, her self-consciousness gone and forgotten. She could have stayed there all night.

The front door slammed.

“Could you at least tell me when you go home? I looked for you everywhere at the furnaces!”

y/n jumped at the noise and stood up abruptly.

“I’m sorry George, it’s my fault. I tend to run away when things get difficult…” She apologized.

“Kipps was being a jerk, I should have warned you I was going after her.” Lockwood added.

“Well, you really missed out. Norrie told me that strange things have been going on for the past two weeks.”

“Norrie?” She asked.

“The girl at the furnaces. Apparently sources have gone missing, ovens get turned on late, records keep disappearing…”

“Maybe management isn’t up to the task.”

“Maybe, but I think it’s connected to Dufour.”

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I could have chosen you (and yes, I would) - XI/Final

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You danced until your feet ached and then a little more, nearly falling sat when you came back to Bucky's side, and your husband looked very amused.

"You had your fun?" he whispered into your ear.

You giggled.

“Lots of it,” you decided, falling with your head on his shoulder. “But I’m tired now. How long does the part go on?”

He chuckled.

“Well… it doesn’t quite stop,” he explained. “We lave, sleep and come back when we are up again. There is always some number of people dancing and eating and celebrating together.”

You turned to him, shocked.

“For a whole week,” James continued. “We don’t have any public appearances on the 31st, we mostly sleep, and then have a small and family bound New Year’s Eve.”

You exhaled, thinking a little bit.

“It sounds so exhaustive,” you touched his arm. “Seven whole days? Without a break during the day?”

He nodded, not seeming surprised.

“You have your 12 days of Christmas. It isn’t so different.”

Well… from that angle he was right, yeah.

“If you are tired, we can go,” he reached for you, resting his hand on yours. “We won’t be the first.”

You looked around and then at the large ticking cock at the end of the room. It was very late indeed.

“You can stay if you want to,” you assured him. “I can see myself back to bed.”

Your husband shook his head, standing up.

“And leave you?” he asked. “Never.”

You stood up with him, and saw Cassie standing up just as well and coming in your direction, and you tapped James’ arm gently before moving to her.

“Are you coming to help me?” you asked her.

She nodded.

“Yes, ma’am. We agreed I’d be with you tonight, so the other girls could have a bit of a fun night,” she smiled, looking amused.

You squeezed her hands.

“I’ll undress myself,” you told her. “Just make sure someone will be there tomorrow. You can stay and celebrate.”

She smiled and didn’t even ask you twice before rushing to Rebecca’s side and joining the girls in their never-ending dance, leaving you to chuckle. You took James’ hand and walked out with him, entering your chambers and room with him, and you were a little too focused on taking off your cap to find notice the changes.

You placed it down on your vanity, unpinning your braids, and turned to look at James when he closed the door.

It was just then that you realised

Thick arrangements of dark red carnations on both sides of your bed.

Deep love and affection, was what they meant.

James stood by the bed, waiting, a little flushed.

“I thought you might like them,” he spoke slowly. “I… their meaning…”

You nodded with him.

“I know,” you told him. “And I love them very much.

James smiled and you exhaled, moving your hands over your body.

“I… hm…” you looked at the fabric. “I could use help, Undressing.”

Your husband looked at you and then at his hand, and you chuckled a bit.

“With the pulling.”

He giggled, and moved to you.

“I’ll try my best,” he decided, taking off his cape and setting it aside, his hand now free.

There were lots of layers to take off. Your jewellery first, the girdle you’d received as a birthday gift at some point, you didn’t quite remember. Then your false sleeves and the partlet around your neck, and James unfastened your gown when you removed your stomacher, his fingers very skilful for a man with only five of them, and he pulled your gown back with a bit of a struggle and your help, draping it over a chair as you looked for the ties of your four-part, grateful that there was no pinning involved in it this time.

“How many layers do you have left?” he asked, sounding very confused as he stepped to you.

You looked down at yourself.

“A few more,” you chuckled, surprised by his question. “I need your help with my kirtle, I can’t quite reach where they are laced.”

James walked to you, standing on your front and looking around.

“On the back,” you corrected him.

Your husband’s cheeks flushed pink, and he moved to stand behind you.

You tried not to flush as he searched your back and bum with his hand to find the ties, and pulled on them to make it loose.

“Hold on,” you mumbled. “This one pulls from over my head.”

You squirmed, not used to doing it on your own, and squirmed away from the rigid shaping, exhaling in relief when he pulled it from over you.

“See?” you giggled. “That’s why I need so much help.”

James laughed along, and you breathed out, smiling up at him as you stood straighter.

“One more now, dear,” you told him, looking for your petticoat’s button.

Before you could find it, he approached you again, his chest pressing flushed on yours as his hand embraced you and his fingers found the button and undid it.

You didn’t even move, burning all over your cheeks and face as the underskirt fell down.

Oh.

You were completely undressed now, weren’t you?

James’s hand didn’t leave you, and he held you in place, looking at you very intently.

“Happy Christmas,” he whispered.

You exhaled, relaxing, and touched his cheek,

“Happy Christmas.”

You stood on your tiptoes to kiss him, and gasped when he picked you up, lifting you and carrying you to a different spot right by your bed, and dipped you.

“James!” you yelped. “Why did you do that?!”

He raised his chin and then pointed up with his chin.

You followed his guidance, and gasped when you saw what was hanging over the two of you.

A mistletoe!

“See?” he asked, sounding teasing and amused. “We should kiss. It’s a Mistletoe.”

You giggled.

“Yes, we should,” you agreed.

You placed a hand on his cheek and kissed him, at last. On his lips, not on his cheek. Just like the tradition said.

James stood straight again, taking you with him, and held you as you slowly sat on the bed, standing between your spread legs, pushing your shift the littlest bit as he did, and then pulled back.

“I’ll…’ he exhaled, hesitant. “You… we…”

You stopped, waiting for what he had to say, and James slowly moved away from you, kneeling between your knees and looking up at you. His eyes were soft and sweet, and when he moved his hand up, you were quick to offer yours to take it.

“We don’t have to do anything,” he told you, “I know we are still trying to find our footing, and I really don’t think I’ve been a good lover to you.”

You watched him, hesitant, unsure of what you were doing to say.

What you were supposed to say.

“I liked it when you kissed me,” you told him, deciding to be honest. “And when you were tender and sweet.”

James nodded with you.

“So maybe,” you hesitated. “If it’s not too much to ask…”

“I can be more like that,” he nodded, and he looked very genuine in it.

You nodded with him.

“It’d be nice,” you squeezed his hand. “We could… we could try now.”

James raised his eyes to meet yours, and you looked away from him.

“Or not,” you added quickly. “If you are uncomfortable, we can-”

“We can,” he interrupted you. “Now. If you want to.”

You exhaled, and kissed his lips.

“I do,” you told him. “Please.”

James kissed you again and you used your free hand to cradle his jaw and caressed his skin, petting the back of his hair.

When your husband pulled back, his eyes were filled with something new, something sweeter and warmer, eager.

“Do you want help?” you asked him. “With your clothes?”

James nodded, and you stood up, feeling a bit self-conscious in your lack of clothes, but stood anyway to help him.

You undid his ties and pushed hos clothes off, until James was just in his tunic.

He stopped, at last, when you were both dressed in a single piece.

“I need help,” he told you softly. “To take off my arm.”

You nodded, a little unsure.

“How do I do that?” you asked, unsure.

He untied his tunic, pushing it off of his right shoulder, and you could see a device around his chest.

“I’ll… hm…” he spoke slowly. “I’ll take this off.”

You nodded, and looked away from him as he took off his tunic, and your husband was modest enough to cover his manhood with the piece of clothing, and you eyed his chest for a moment.

There was a contraption device, looking like a partlet made of leather, with clasps that kept his arm attached to his shoulder without having to tie around his neck.

You undid the belt-styled clasps, all three of them, and you could hear the sound of the gold-plated metal moving as you did, and he showed him the last tie, so you could pull it.

“You can pull it,” he spoke slowly.

You complied, and he showed you how to do so, first pushing it up, then to the side, and then down, revealing what he had left of his arm, though it was covered with a leather sleeve.

“This one just slides down,” he told you softly, moving to do so himself, and you mimicked his moves.

At last, there was fabric wrapped around him, its last roll pinned into place in the front, and you pulled it gently, pulling and working on unwrapping him. It was linen, like his tunic and your shift, probably for his comfort.

He sat quietly as you rolled the linen and pinned it, placing it on your bed side.

“Does it hurt?” you asked him.

James flexed the muscle under his scarred skin.

“Sometimes,” he confessed. “Sometimes I feel the rest of it, even though it isn’t there. It aches, flutters… tingles.”

You nodded along.

“Is it hurting now?” you asked.

Bucky looked up at your face, and shook his head.

“No,” he assured you. “It’s alright now.”

You nodded and sat o the bed, watching him.

“May I kiss you again?” he requested.

You nodded again, and leaned onto him, kissing his lips sweetly and warmly, and kissed and kissed him until you were both breathless, and you pulled back when he reached for you.

Maybe it was best that you made it even.

You took your hands to the hem of your shift and took in a deep breath, gathering courage and pulling it up, away from your body.

Your ears picked up on his breath hitching before your eyes fell on his face and found him flushed pink.

“You’re beautiful,” he told you. “I don’t say that enough.”

You flushed, embarrassed, and held your shift over your chest.

James leaned in your direction and pried it away slowly, tossing it behind him and slowly laying you down, his body slowly pressing against yours.

He took his hand to your face, caressing it, and you exhaled when he pulled away.

“Do you want to continue?” your husband asked gently. “We can stop, if you want to.”

“We can continue,” you covered his hand with yours. “It’s alright.”

He smiled and kissed you again.

This was the beginning of something great, you could feel it.

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