#two minutes ago- I made it to the special attack. i did it! I have no items and im at 72 hp but i did it! oh boy oh fu c k

[exhaslo]

Ghostface!Miguel x Reader PT.1

A little drabble until the poll is done~

Warning: Minors DNI, murder, drugs

It had been a long day and you were ready for some R & R. At least, you wanted to. It was Halloween and you would have loved nothing more than to go home, shower, and watch Halloween specials while munching on some candy and popcorn. That would have been your dream night after a long day of work, but those plans had derailed. One of your dear friends had invited you to a Halloween party. And what's better?

Apparently, your long time crush, Miguel O'Hara, was going to be there.

Now, Miguel was your friend. Had been for years since college. He was as fine as fine could be. You went from good friends to touching yourself to wet dreams of him every night. You had wanted to confess to the man, but he had girls all around him. Miguel was smart and stern. It was like he never took a day off to relax. You wanted to be his stress reliever.

"I can't imagine him at a party. Let alone a Halloween one," You mutter under your breathe as you put your costume on, "I hope this isn't too slutty."

You arrived at the location of the party, growing more worried by the second. This place seemed like those frat parties back in college. Miguel avoided those like the plague. You hesitantly grabbed your phone and noticed an unknown number calling you,

"Um, hello?"

"Hello, (Y/N)" The voice on the other line whispers. You tense slightly,

"Sorry, do I know you?"

"You tell me."

"Look, it's really loud and I'm super nervous right now. I can't even remember if I locked my own door, so I can't say who this is." You admitted, still hesitating on entering the party.

"Why are you so nervous?"

You gulped, "I was told the guy I like would be at a party and, well, it isn't somewhere he would be at...normally. That, and I feel so self cautious with my costume," You admitted.

What harm was there to let your heart out? It did make you feel better.

"Then call him and find out." The voice said in a demanding tone. You sighed softly,

"I was going too, but then you called. Anyway, you are you?"

"Someone willing to spare you."

The call dropped. You stared at the number in confusion, trying to think of who would call you like that. As you finally entered the building, you suddenly recalled the recent murders on the news. The only connection that was made was a random phone call from an unknown number. You heart rate spiked as you immediately called Miguel.

"(Y/N)?" Miguel answered. You bit down on your nail,

"H-Heeeey, so, super random. I was told that you were coming to this party uptown and well....I'm like freaking out because I got this strange call and you know how my brain leads from one thing to another and-"

"(Y/N), I need you to breathe. I'll be there soon."

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You felt relieved when Miguel told you that he was coming. That was about twenty minutes ago. Time was going by slowly and your anxiety was rising. You were on your phone, googling everything about the Ghostface murders. He wouldn't attack you in a public place like this. Right? You were so focused on the news articles that you failed to notice some guys spike your drink.

You tried to calm down by drinking the thoughts away. You had a few shots, plus your tainted drink. Another ten minutes had passed and you were starting to feel woozy. You couldn't focus and decided to head to the bathroom in case you needed to throw up. As you stumbled, your phone rang again with the unknown number.

"Miguel?" You slurred, leaning against the wall.

"..." The voice was quiet at first, "You sound different from earlier."

"I don't feel too good. Migueeeeel," You groaned lowly. The voice grunted on their end,

"Don't hang up on me."

"Hey there, miss. Why don't we take you home?"

Your vision was blurred, but you could see two figures hovering over you. You tried to push them away, gripping onto your phone for dear life. The two men took it upon themselves to take you outside through the back alley door. The phone was taken out of your hands and tossed towards the concrete ground. You tried to complain, but they had covered your mouth.

"Don't think we can wait for the car-"

Before they could even finish their sentence, Ghostface appeared and started to stab them repeatedly. You slumped to the floor, unable to register what was happening. All you saw was red. You tried to come to your senses, barely registering that Ghostface was killing the two men before you. He didn't match the reports. Ghostface was supposed to be a calm and silent killer, not a stabbing maniac.

"(Y/N)! Are you alright?"

All you could do was whimper as you faded to black.

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PT.2 Will be in a bit!

#miguel o'hara #miguel o'hara smut #miguel o'hara x reader #miguel spiderverse #spiderman 2099 #miguel o’hara x reader #miguel spiderman #atsv miguel

[lorkai]

*･゜ﾟ Three reasons to love him

*･゜A/N: This has been seating on my drafts for some time now and maybe it's just me being me, but I don't like how this turned out. But if I don't post this now then I'II probably never will tbh. Enjoy! @sweetbydarkness

"I don't understand how you can love someone like that," Epel said, leaning over the bed and pretending to vomit on the impeccably clean floor of his room. The topic of dating always reminded him of your poor taste in men, in his own words.

The boy tried to make a grimace, but the black mask that Vil had applied to his face a few minutes ago prevented him from expressing what he felt. He resorted to waving his hands frantically to release the contained anger within his small body. "This mask bothers my face, and he forces me to do this every day. It's ridiculous, he's ridiculous, and you're ridiculous too. Everyone is ridiculous!"

You pretended to be offended, rolled your eyes, and pushed him away with your foot. But Epel was used to dodging Rook's cunning attacks and dodged at the last second to the other side of the bed, smiling like a true idiot once he was out of your reach.

"Oh, the great wisdom of humanity, if you had kept your mouth shut during the selection, Vil would never have looked in your direction and decided to 'torture' you, abominable cave creature," you reminded him with a laugh.

The boy pretended not to hear you as he scrolled through posts on Magicam carelessly, holding back from scratching his own face and ruining the mask Vil had applied to him. There was no way he would go through that torture twice in the same night.

Finally, he looked up at you again, letting out a tedious sigh, wondering how you could love someone as strict as Schoenheit.

Epel couldn't even remember how it happened. All he knew was that he woke up one day and realized a special sparkle existed in your eyes and a smile on your lips every time the blond was nearby or when you heard his voice, or when someone mentioned his name. Love was a beautiful feeling, as his grandmother had told him so many times, and yet, he rolled his eyes trying to find a single good quality for someone to love his dorm leader.

In his perspective, his dorm leader was just a cruel tyrant. Schoenheit was always talking about beauty and effort, but Epel didn't care about any of that. The boy had more important concerns in mind.

Anyway, he hoped that you two would start dating soon so that he would have more free time to jump in mud puddles and challenge Savanaclaw students to a fight — or that's what he liked to think, as he preferred to forget that Rook would keep an eye on him.

"Aren't you going to confess?" He suddenly asked.

And you felt the wave of shame rise on your face as you remembered all the plans you had created and shared with him, seeking a second opinion. One idea was more cliché than the other, and after a while pondering more ideas, you convinced yourself that it was better to simply express your feelings to him face to face. Nothing was better than a sincere confession, in your opinion. That's what you had decided, yet you hadn't mustered the courage to confess to him.

And how could you? He was almost a god, and that look in his beautiful eyes could intimidate anyone. Beautiful lilac eyes that made you smile every time he looked in your direction.

"Aren't you writing a letter? Did you give up on it?" He laughed bitterly. He endured hours of suffering and torture listening to the silly content you were writing. Epel felt a vein pulsating on his forehead at the fact that you had chickened out, and your expression didn't help at all.

"Well, I finally don't have to hear oh perfect Vil, oh gentle Vil again. For the love of the seven, I wanted to eat lava and die if you read those lines to me again!" He laughed loudly.

You looked at him and narrowed your eyes as if that would make him explode. In your mind, he was exploding into a thousand pieces, but you took a deep breath and rolled your eyes again.

Epel was even worse than you when he had a crush. He talked about his beloved for hours on end with a silly smile on his face, but he also didn't have much courage to confess, and when he tried, he started shouting and blushing.

"I could list a thousand reasons why Vil Schoenheit is perfect!" You confidently murmured aloud. A foolish smile once again spreading across your face as your friend looked disapproving.

He waved his hand as if to shoo away an annoying fly and laughed condescendingly, prolonging his laughter to irritate you a little more. "I doubt it!" Crossing his arms, Epel looked at you challengingly. "Tell me at least three reasons why you love him."

"What an outrage!" You naturally mimicked Sebek's way of speaking as you decisively looked back at your friend. "How dare you question Your Excellency in this way? But very well, I suppose I can entertain you for now, ungracious human. Feel grateful to be able to hear the qualities of my good lord."

Heat rose on your face as you let your mind wander through your memories and shared moments with Vil. A nervous laugh escaped your lips as you imagined Vil's beautiful and intimidating eyes staring at you, a smug smile growing on his lips as he heard everything you would say about him.

And clearing your throat, you began to speak in an almost timid tone but gaining your usual confidence as you spoke.

"Well… You see, I love the fact that Vil is very diligent and responsible. He literally created a specific skincare routine for each student in his dorm, thinking about even those who have some type of condition or allergy. That takes dedication and a great attention to details, he takes good care of his underclassmen, you gotta give him that." You said, taking a few seconds to continue.

You thought about all the moments you witnessed someone running up to Vil to tell him about what they had achieved with the help and advice he offered, and how his eyes softened with genuine joy because of it. With Vil, it was always about the little things.

He was happy if someone had fixed their posture, spoken in public without stuttering, or tried his products even with a busy routine. And he always showed it.

Perfection begins with small steps, you remember him telling you one day, as he helped with your eyeliner.

"I understand it can be uncomfortable to be approached by him suddenly and have a bunch of products thrown into your arms while he says you need to change this or that, but it's his way of showing he cares, Epel." You laughed, recalling just hours ago when the lilac-haired boy sought refuge in your dorm.

And how later he was approached by a certain hunter and the queen barging into the Ramshackle and how he was dragged all the way through to Pomefiore. And you were brought along to keep Epel company during his routine. Your face heating again as you remembered Vil's soft fingers touching your face and the focused look on his face.

"Maybe you'll understand in a few years." Epel rolled his eyes at your remark. You were not that much older than him.

The boy wrinkled his nose, furrowed his brow, and looked away behind you as if he found the ceiling more interesting than the subject you were talking about. Epel decided to be a child and ignore you again, not that you cared.

"Well, if he didn't care about you or the other students, he wouldn't spend so much time working on things that could help all of you." You concluded, looking at your nails with interest instead of focusing on the sounds of Epel's disgusted reactions.

He leaned back, resting against his plush pillows, muttering something under his breath that you couldn't quite understand. More relaxed, he made a hand gesture for you to finish this torture soon.

"Two more reasons to go." He reminded you unintentionally.

You chuckled. "He's passionate about what he does." You let out an almost dreamy sigh. "Passionate about his work, either be his modeling or acting job, or making potions. Or doing anything really, even when doing the most mundane of the things he just has this focused look on his face that is so inspiring. And everytime I look at him I feel capable of doing many things, of exceeding everything I put my mind into. Do it makes sense?"

You paused, thinking about everything he had inspired you to do, even if he wasn't aware of it. Vil was a huge source of bright light shining endlessly, never allowing the darkness to get too close, he started to brighten your days every time he was around you and you were grateful to him for that.

You were grateful for every tip, for every smile and hug exchanged, for every joke and story shared, for him being there when you needed him. Maybe deep down he knew about your feelings too, preferring not to comment anything about it so as not to embarrass you since you weren't subtle about how you felt. And why should you? Love was a beautiful feeling, but so confusing and agitated.

It was love that you felt when you opened the windows and saw a pink sky announcing the beginning of another day, another day that you could see and hear him, his voice, his little humming, leaving extremely happy for whatever the day thrown your way. It was love you felt when you saw him acting, chills running down your back when a cold, calculating expression took over his face like a mask. If he had to be a villain, it must be a sin to be so beautiful acting like that.

"Earth to Yuu!" Epel's voice took you out of your thoughts, spread out on his bed and completely relaxed in his presence, he was playing something on his cell phone. "Last reason?"

You smiled. It was so obvious what the ultimate reason was after everything you'd been through here. "Because he's true to himself, even with all the criticism and nasty comments he receives daily, he's strong and I'm very proud of him. Do you think he would think that was weird if I told him? I mean, I see how he tries hard even if not everyone can see it and I wanted to say that what he does is enough. I wanted to say he's the best."

Epel held back a giggle, the same characteristic giggle he had when he was up for no good. You stared at him, not understanding why he looked so smug, not understanding why his giggles evolved into a loud laughter.

"I must say, Liebling, I'm glad to hear all this." A new voice joined the conversation and you cold tell that there was a smile on Vil's face from the way he sound.

He sounds so proud, so happy that someone appreciated everything he did.

Your soul seemed to have left your body at that very moment, slowly turning back to see Rook and Vil standing in the doorway. A quick wave of recognition passed through you, Epel knew they had been behind you this whole time! That was why he was looking back before!

You clasp your hands together, wanting nothing more than to grab a pillow and use it to beat Epel until it bursts. Fortunately, you resisted this urge, feeling your heart beat faster in your chest with each step Vil took towards you and Epel must have sensed your murderous tendencies, preferring to get away from you before you attacked him.

His smile, as you predicted, was beautiful on his lips and he seemed overjoyed to hear such genuine compliments, even though he was used to it. All the anxiety and fear of rejection you felt before seemed to melt away as soon as you held eye contact, nothing else existing but you and him. And Epel who eventually made gagging noises as the seconds passed and Rook who recited poetry about the obvious love that existed and was reciprocal between you and Vil.

"How much did you hear?" You decide to ask, deciding that you would declare yourself here and now, without caring about anything else. He was here, he was listening to you. There would be no better opportunity than this.

And Vil smiled that cocky smile that made millions of butterflies dance in your stomach, holding your chin between his fingers carefully. "I've heard enough, Liebling." He's close now, his lips brushing your sensitive ear. "Do you want to talk about it once your skin care is finished?"

You nod, feeling the force of a thousand suns shining over your head, over your skin. You feel warm, but it's not as uncomfortable as it seems, on the contrary, you feel a thread of hope growing in your chest, Vil's fingers making you smile as he carefully pulls the black mask off your face.

Being cared for and loved by him felt incredibly good. And you sighed when those expressive lilac eyes kept you captivated by his attention, feeling the cold cream being spread over your skin.

Rook and Epel's voices were like your own white noise, sounding so soft in the background like a song that you don't pay attention to the lyrics. Vil gently held your hand when everything was finished and you followed him without asking, letting him take you to his room so you could talk.

At least, at the end of the night, you had managed to tell him about all the other reasons that made you love him so deeply.

#disney twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland #twst #disney twst #pomefiore #epel felmier #rook hunt #vil schoenheit #vil x yuu #vil x reader #vil x mc #vil schonheit x yuu #vil schoenheit x reader #vil schoenheit x mc #pomefiore x reader #fluff #happy new year

[jadeylovesmarvelxo]

The Only One

Steve Harrington x Reader.

Summary; I was watching Stranger Things earlier and the part where Nancy is in the trance that Vecna has her under and all I can think about is writing a similar story with the reader (like it's you it happens to instead of Nancy) and Steve freaking out.

You've been sleeping together for a while, it's just casual to him at least but you're falling for him but don't want to tell him, especially with all the shit going on in The Upside Down and Hawkins and with Steve and Nancy kinda connecting again.

Steve realises when he thinks he's going to lose you that he loves you and not Nancy and he confesses he loves you just as Vecna's hold on you breaks.

Warnings; Angst with a happy ending. 18+ minors dni

I don't give anyone permission to copy, reuse or repost my work.

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The relationship between you and Steve had started a few months ago, both of you growing closer since July 4th last year.

The first night you slept together was a combination of Steve bemoaning a string of bad dates he had went on with a girl called Demi and you wanting to forget all the nightmares surrounding July 4th for a little while.

Then it snowballed to meeting up regularly, sneaking around during your shifts together at Family Video.

Honestly, the sex was mind blowing and the more you lost yourself in Steve, talking to each other until the early morning, getting to know him the more you fell for him.

Yet you kept quiet even as the new threat plaguing Hawkins was in full force.

It was no time to confess feelings, not now.

The new threat, Vecna. It drew Nancy and Steve together again, the unresolved tension hung in the air and you could only watch your stomach sinking as Steve gazed at Nancy.

He still loved her. He would never love you and it broke your heart.

Nancy dove right after Steve as fast as you did when he was pulled under water by the vines and into The Upside Down.

You saw the looks as she tended to his wounds after the demo bat attack, the way he reached for her when earthquakes rocked the Upside Down.

Every interaction tore your heart in two and yet you couldn't say a thing because no one knew about you and Steve.

Let's face it even if they did it's not like you could compare to Nancy. She was the first girl Steve loved, she was special.

You were just an outlet to him. Even if sometimes you thought that his feelings for you were deepening it was most likely wishful thinking on your part.

It didn't matter though, not now. Not when you had a possible brewing apocalypse to help stop.

So you pushed your broken heart aside.

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You didn't know what happened. One minute you were climbing the rope made of bedsheets that Dustin had fashioned to help aid your way out of The Upside Down.

The next minute everything changed and you were falling through the air into nothingness, hearing the faint echoes of Steve calling your name fading away.

When you finally landed after what feels like hours, you're at the mall standing up shakily as fireworks burst around you.

Anna your friend who died last year near the mall, flayed just like all the other poor souls who had lost their life is currently walking towards you with a soft smile on her features.

Memories from last summer flood through you, how she died.

She was heading to the mall to pick you up from your shift at the small boutique clothing store but unbeknownst to her you were with the Scoop Troop at the time when you were meant to be finishing your shift and meeting her.

On the way there she had met Billy and it was too late for her, she had joined the flayed.

Guilt filled you up inside because you hadn't told her what had been going on with Billy, no matter if she thought it crazy or unbelievable if she knew what was really going on in Hawkins then she wouldn't have been out in the first place.

You were with Dustin, Erica, Robin and Steve at the time, pulled into the Scoop Troops mission to decode a translation that Dustin had heard on the radio.

You were friends with Robin and she reached out for your help in decoding the saying as both of you learnt many languages.

Everything after that was a blur, investigating that delivery company, being trapped in the lift that plunged down to the depths of Starcourt mall, being captured by Russians, Steve taking a beating for you and Robin...

Helping Dustin's friend El from Billy and that horrifying monster from trying to kill her, it was terrifying, your heart hammering in your chest as you were introduced to the horrors of living in Hawkins.

Another dimension of sorts right under your feet.

Anna walks over to you and your frozen on the spot. When Anna was confirmed to be part of the many people that died as the part of the Flayed, you were inconsolable.

The guilt plagued you, survivors guilt the counsellor had told you when you spoke about Anna to her briefly.

"Why didn't you mention what was happening? You knew what was going on in Hawkins with Billy, that monster and yet and not once did you mention anything to me?"

The words eat away at you and tears roll down your cheeks because you could have said something, found Anna and warned her once you escaped from the Russians but you didn't.

Between being drugged by the Russians, to escaping them and then all the shit that followed everything was focused on the absolute nightmare you and the rest of the Scoop Troop found yourself in.

But what if you had managed to find Anna somehow? It was irrational as there was no time but your mind constantly clung to the what ifs?

"There was no time, I'm so sorry, I wish I could have found some way to save you. Every day I think of what I could have done...I"

The smile from her face slips and anger flashes across her features.

"Lies! You could have but you didn't! You'd rather run around with Steve Harrington!

I bet you're so happy right now that his attention is all on you, sleeping with him to dull the fact that you're a bad friend, the guilt eating away at you"

Sobs escape your lips and you shake your head desperate for her to understand but she grips your arms tight, shaking you.

The smile is back but it's eerie, it makes your stomach bottom out.

"No matter, you'll die soon too, you all will" the voice that speaks isn't Anna this time. No, this voice sends chills down your spine and Anna morphs into a thing of nightmares.

The evil that killed Chrissy, Jordan and Freddie. Who had cursed Max.

Vecna.

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You're someplace new now, surrounded by the bodies of people, children, teens and adults blooded and dead on the floor.

Fear pulses through you as you run through the halls. There's a sinking feeling inside you that this is where El was kept and experimented on, the others like her.

Sadness aches deep in your bones. What happened here?

Growls fill the air and fear roots you to the spot as Vecna approaches and calls your name.

No matter where you run it's no use because he will find you, even as you try desperately to move the boards blocking off the door you know it's no use.

Still, every instinct in you compels you to fight, to escape.

Vines snake their way up your jeans and tighten around your skin before you can stop it.

They wrap around your legs and your arms to keep you in place.

Vecna walks slowly towards you, and your heart pounds in your chest.

"It's time for me to show you who I am. What is coming. You can't escape it. Victory will be mine" his fingers latch onto your face and visions flash through your mind.

Vecna was Henry , Victor Creels, son, he was the cause of the physiological torture of his family, of his mother and sisters deaths.

Brenner found Henry at the hospital when the power overwhelmed him, fabricating that Henry died in a coma when in reality he became Brenners first test subject.

001

Then there's flashes of things, all of it leading up to a fight of powers between El and 001 after he murdered all the others like El, the doctors and scientists.

El refusing to join him to rid the world of mankind.

Then she sees how he became Vecna, how he first ended up in The Upside Down, his hatred for humans, thirst for revenge palpable.

Then the vision changes.

Death, screaming, blood everywhere. The bodies of your parents, of Robin and Steve lay dead as monsters ravage Hawkins.

This is Vecna's endgame. To open the gates between Hawkins and The Upside Down for good. To unleash hell.

Steves voice is calling to you. You hear it barely at first but it grows stronger.

I love you.

It must be a trick, a torture method of Vecna's because you know that isn't true. Steve doesn't love you.

At that moment the thrall you are under breaks and you are back in The Upside Down with Steve gasping for breath and shaking from what you have seen.

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At the very second you were under Vecna's curse in The Upside Down, Steve had gestured for you to go next to climb the rope and get out of the hell scape you were in but when you don't respond he turns to you in confusion.

Your eyes are rolling to the back of your head, your body twitching and it feels like there is ice in his veins as realises that Vecna has invaded your mind.

The curse. Pure fear shoots through him and he swears his heart almost stops and he rushes to you, shaking you and shouting your name.

Confused voices echo from above as he sees Dustin, Nancy and Eddie peer down at you and him in worry.

"Get tapes, anything you can! Now!" he yells at them as he begs you to snap out of the trance.

"Please, please sweetheart"

Were you going to die? The thought of your body broken, limbs bent in unnatural angles, just gone... almost breaks him.

The thought of not seeing you smile, hearing you giggle at his lame jokes or curling up beside him, head rested on his chest terrifies him.

"Baby, please. Can you hear me?" he begs but it's like talking to a brick wall. You don't respond just stay under the trance and Steve just for a few seconds feels numb with agony.

Quickly he snaps out of it. No, he will reach you and you'll be fine he tells himself even when it feels like he can't breathe and dread and panic clouds his mind.

He can hear the faint sounds from up in Eddie's trailer and he shouts for the others to hurry.

There has to be something in the Munson trailer to use, some tape that Munson has that possibly includes your favourite song.

As he thinks of this he knows it's a long shot because your musical tastes and Eddie's were worlds apart.

You sang along to Blondie or Madonna, danced around your room to Duran Duran and The Beatles, tapes of Journey, AC/DC, would Munson have something of them?

He knows your favourite song though, it comes to him as he remembers you singing it in his car when he picked you and Robin up one day.

Crazy for you- Madonna. Frantically he shouts to the others to find the tape with Crazy for You on it, even though he knows deep down Munson won't have anything like it.

Time is running out and he's desperate, begs you to wake.

"I can't lose you, sweetheart. Come back to me please come back to me"

It's then he realized something that he's known deep down for a while and yet never fully accepted until now.

Nancy and him could never work, not again. They were too different, yeah they needed to clear the air between them, many things were left unresolved but there was no going back.

He didn't want Nancy back because he had moved on. Over the last few months, he had slowly fallen in love with you.

It was you who he wanted to be with. It was you who he loved.

"I love you, sweetheart, come back to me. I love you" he calls to you.

He startles as you come out of your trance and he catches you before you drop to the ground.

Relief floods through him and he cradles you to his chest. Did you hear his confession? What had happened when you were under Vecna's spell?

"Steve" you choke out as tears run down your cheek and he wipes them away tenderly.

"I'm here honey, I'm here"

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Somehow Steve had managed to get you and him out of the Upside Down and when you woke up to Nancy and Max kneeling next to you the vision Vecna showed you comes to the forefront.

"What happened?" Nancy asks kindly and you recall everything that occurred, leaving nothing out.

Everything Vecna showed you. Including the vision that would haunt your dreams.

"All I could see was death everywhere, cracks along Hawkins splitting the town in half, monsters and darkness and my parents were dead... Robin and... Steve" he is at you at once and his hand entwines with yours.

"It was what would happen if Vecna won, if Max died and the gates opened. Hell would follow, death. We can't let that happen" you say and your voice goes stronger, fiercer.

It was time to save Hawkins, save Max and avenge Chrissy, Jordan and Freddies death.

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A few days had passed since Vecna's defeat, The Upside Down being gone for good.

Eddie was recovering in hospital, Hopper miraculously back from the dead had taken on the role of sheriff and cleared Eddie of any involvement in Chrissy, Jordan and Freddie's deaths.

Max was recovering in hospital as well, she almost didn't make it when she was under Vecna's curse but somehow, by some miracle El's powers had come back and even in California she helped Max.

All of you banded together to weaken Vecna but El delivered the killing blow that destroyed the mind flyer and The Upside for good.

Now she was back along with Hopper, Joyce, Murray, Jonathan and Will.

Also, their friend Argyle who you liked immediately, the guy knew how to chill out.

There's a light tapping on your window and you peer up and giggle at what you see.

Steve was perched outside your window, flowers in hand and you smile as you open the window and let him inside.

"You could just use the front door you know" he shrugs, looking nervous.

"Where's the fun in that? He jokes and sits down, I spoke to Nancy, was long overdue. Cleared up some things"

Was he here to tell you he was back together with Nancy? You want so desperately to tell him you love him but what would be the point?

It would just add to his confusion, make him feel guilty he didn't return your feelings and you didn't want that.

His expression is tender and he stares down at you.

"Are you and Nancy together again?" you blurt out and he softens and shakes his head.

"No honey we aren't" This wasn't what you expected to hear.

"I don't understand. You still love her?" he settles beside you on the bed.

"We talked a lot. Both of us realised we would never work. I don't love Nancy, she's the past sweetheart. We both agreed that"

He hands you the flowers and something akin to hope blooms in your chest.

"I didn't see any of this coming you know? Getting to know you better, us being together. I didn't expect to fall in love with you but I did"

He loved you. What you heard wasn't a trick. He truly loved you.

"When I thought I was going to lose you I told you, I don't know if you even heard me" he murmurs and you take his hands on yours feeling giddy.

"I heard. Shit, I thought it was some torture trick from Vecna and all along it really was you?" his lips press to your forehead.

"I'm sorry it took so long for me to realise sweetheart, sorry you thought I still loved Nancy when it's you I want, only you sweetheart"

Gently you touch his cheek, wincing as you gaze at the scar around his throat, the scar made by the Demobats tail.

"Does it still hurt?" you ask worriedly and he nods as you press a tender kiss near it.

"Sometimes, not now though" his arms wrap around you and he pulls you onto his knee.

"I love you, Steve, so much. I've been wanting to tell you for so long" he smiles as his head rests on top of yours.

"How about a date tomorrow? A chance to spoil my girl, dinner and a movie?" you agree to this and the joy in the air is palpable, you would discuss paying half for the date tomorrow even if Steve would argue against it.

For now, you just let the glow of happiness fill you.

"It's a date"

❤️

#steve harrington x reader #steve harrington angst #steve harrington x y/n #steve harrington x you #steve harrington fluff

[chilumi-shipper]

Ever thought of making a story about.. ‘character’ x s/o, about.. the two gets in an argument and ‘character’ said “I wish I never met you..”.. after the argument, ‘Character’ got into an accident, who seemed fine afterwards. But when their s/o goes visits them, ‘Character’ said “Who are you?”. Their s/o shocked, when they were about to say what they were, s/o remembered ‘Character’s words before, and just said acquaintances. The doctor said it'll take time few days, months, years.. or never... Ever made a story goes like that??-

Okay I know it's more of a request.. I'm sorry if you don't take those anymore! Ignore if you need to (it's my first time requesting). I've been reading your writing style, and I really like 'em a lot.. ending up for me to follow you. I just really wanna see this plot in your style.. Anyways, I enjoy your stories! Hope to see them more soon!

Forget and Regret

Kamisato Ayato x Fem!Reader

Summary: In the heat of an argument, something had been said that shouldn't have been said. "I wish I never met you." Maybe if you just make his wish come true... He'd be so much happier without you.

Tags: Argument, Cursing, Slight Pining, Lying.

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"Why do you have to be so careless?!" Ayato scolded you, you see the maids and Thoma quickly rushing out of the room, and you honestly wish you could do the same.

You had just ruined an entire month's work of Ayato and the Shuumatsuban to ambush the Fatui. You had a special delivery coming from Snezhnaya, and unbeknownst to you, the Fatui managed to get a hold of your package, giving them a perfect way of hiding a surprise attack to the Yashiro Commission and disguising it as a package delivery. The ordeal manage to set back Ayato'd plans of getting the Fatui out of Inazuma.

"All of this happened because of a stupid fucking package, huh?" You flinched a bit when he cursed, feeling even more pathetic than you were a few minutes ago. It's even worse because it's true, all this did happened because of your package.

"I... I didn't k-know-" Your voice was soft and gentle, yet still full of shame. You sat on the couch with your head hung low.

"Yeah, a package from an invading organization that you wanted to be sent directly into our home.... How stupid can you be?!" He was right again, as he always is.

Ayato grabbed the somewhat damaged box beside you, making you avert your eyes towards him. "What the fuck is so important in this box, huh?"

"What is so fucking important that you had to ruin so much of our work?!" You couldn't answer, you just kept quiet, because to be honest, it wasn't anything important, and you were stupid for ordering it in the first place.

"Do you have a fucking answer?!" The longer you kept silent, the more he felt his annoyance grow. His hand clenched, before throwing the box full force at a wall, it made you jump, you were almost scared.

You couldn't hold the tears contained in your eyes anymore, you just sat their and let them drip to your cheeks.

Why were you crying? It was all your fault. You had no right to be upset, but you're still crying. Why were you so stupid?

Your husband wiped his face with his hand in frustration, mumbling a bunch of other curse words. You stood up, walking closer to him and reaching your hand out to comfort him.

His hand caught yours, his eyes had finally bore into yours. His teeth almost seem to grind against each other, "You know... sometimes, I just wish...."

"Sometimes I wish I never met you."

A confused Ayato sat on a bed in front of you, his eyes reading your shocked expression. He just asked who you were....

Thoma cleared his throat, gaining your attention. "Mi'lady, the doctor said that Lord Kamisato had suffered a temporary memory loss after the accident, it might take a while for his memories to recover, but he will more or less be fine." The pyro user reads the lonely expression on your face, feeling bad for you as he recalls that your last meeing with Ayato was... tragic.

After your fight, he left the Estate for a few days, not being able to be seen by anyone, not even his sister. As the days pass by, your worry starts to grow more and more, until eventually, you set out to find him, only to see him passed out on the side of a hill, many bruises and cuts covering his body. You brought him back home, and now... you're here.

"I-I see." You managed to stutter out, trying to process the information.

"...May I know who you are, Mi'lady?" Ayato asked again, speaking to you in such a gentle voice, as if he still loves you. After the fight, you were pretty sure he doesn't feel that anymore.

You missed that gentleness, even though a part of you felt like you didn't deserve it.

So he lost his memory, isn't that just convenient for him. He wished that he never met you, and now, he got his wish.

It was as if you've never met before.

His wish...

You gave him a small smile. "I'm nobody..." As expected, Thoma immediately freezes up in shock. "I just found you unconscious and brought you here, Lord Kamisato." You bowed to truly sell your words.

Thoma approached you, his eyes looking at you disapprovingly. He didn't get a chance to say anything as Ayato already started speaking.

"Thank you..." He trailed off, quietly asking for your name.

"My name isn't important. I-I should get going now." You immediately turned around for the door, hoping that he didn't notice the slight crack of your voice and the tear that fell to your cheek.

You opened the door as quick as you could, wanting to get away immediately because you're scared. You're scared that you would go back, that you would tell him you were spitting out bullshit and you're actually his wife and you'd hug him and comfort him in the state that he's in.

But... this is what he wants...

...right?

Yeah... he said he wishes that he hadn't met you.

But, you weren't gonna walk out without an explanation. Thoma stood in front of you not letting you take another step to the front door. "You have to be kidding me right now, Y/N." Thoma looked like he was gonna scold you, and you knew you wouldn't be able to take it.

You just shook your head at him. "P-Please, just..." A sob managed to slip from your mouth. "H-He doesn't need me right now, I'd just m-mess things up again."

Thoma crossed his arms at you, not agreeing with you at all. "I know you, Y/N. What happened was just an accident, you would never do anything bad on purpose." He still felt bad for you, but he didn't want you to this to yourself. "I know what happened between you two a few days ago. But believe me when I say that he loves you, Y/N."

"Really?" You said, unconvinced of his statement. You saw on your peripheral a familiar destroyed box, before picking it off the ground and handing it over to Thoma. "I really don't think he does anymore, especially not now."

You walked passed him, through the door, out to Chinju Forest... until you're all the way back to your old house that you hadn't manage to sell yet, onto your unused bed, and until you're crying into your pillow.

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Ayato's gaze was fixed on where you stood...

Why... did it feel like the room lit up when you were in there?

Why did the small smile you gave him warmed his confused demeanor?

Why did he feel his heart ache when you told him you were a nobody?

Why... did the room suddenly turn gloom as soon as you left him?

Y/N... Y/N, the name swirled around his brain when he heard Thoma call out to you after you left the room.

"Thoma..." He called for his retainer. "Is it possible for me to see Miss Y/N again?"

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Yes, this is a cliffhanger... I'll probably make a part 2, but IDK.

Also, tnx for requesting anon, I hope you like your first ever requested fic. (・∀・)

Edit: There's a part 2 now here

#genshin impact x reader #genshin impact imagines #genshin impact angst #genshin impact #kamisato ayato #ayato angst #kamisato ayato angst #genshin ayato #genshin angst

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The Cat and The Fox II - PSH & JWY - TCTF SERIES

(Pictures aren't mine, credits for the rightful owners)

Pairing: hybridcat!seonghwa x reader x hybridfox!wooyoung (non-romantic)

Genre: fluff, angst

Warnings/tags: mentions of blood and injuries: implied abuse and trauma; hybrid au; hybrid series

WC: 2,9 K

N/A: This took me way too much time to finish, I'm so sorry! There'll be a part 3 of this sooner than later, I promise 💕 As always my requests are open!

The Cat and The Fox I

The Cat and The Fox III

Ateez Masterlist

The fox looked... pissed off at me, like I was at fault for his injuries somehow.

The fox looked … pissed off at me, like I was at fault for his injuries somehow.

And that would be expected if he was still bleeding and hungry like three hours ago, but he wasn’t. He was curled in that same box drenched in dried blood, because he refused to get out of it after we came inside, eating a fruit salad I made for him 15 minutes ago.

Somehow, he stayed calm while the cat was near him, without attacking or hissing at each other once, while I had scratches on my arms, because I tried to take him to a specialized vet. It was the weirdest thing I’ve ever seen. They seemed perfectly fine in each other presence.

How did he even get hurt in the first place if it wasn’t the cat?

But the important part is, he wasn’t making a huge mess like the first time, actually he barely moved.

He was in the corner of the living room, staring at me now and then, while chewing another piece of apple. I tried not the obvious as I glanced at him, while the cat was walking to my side on the couch.

The TV was loud, but I barely focused on it until I felt two paws kneading on my left thigh. The cat meowed once when I looked at him.

“What?”, I asked.

The feeling of being ridiculous for talking to him like he would answer was yet to disappear.

He meowed once more, looking at my bandaged left arm. Then, he jumped on my lap, and laid his head down on my stomach. My heart could barely take in the scene in front of my eyes. His paws kept kneading me, while caressing my arm with his fluffy head and tail.

“It’s okay, kitty”, I said as I petted his head.

Just as soon as I touched his fur, I heard a hiss coming from the corner.

“Aren’t you a good one? So cute”, I said, still looking at the cat while petting his head.

The hissing sound didn’t stop, but I kept ignoring it.

Was that fox really protective of the cat? Or he was still hurting?

To test the theory, I stopped petting the cat, yet the hissing didn’t stop, and I heard a soft meow of protest, so I got back to the job.

They had to be from the same home still, but maybe the pain it was too much

That thought made me curl in the couch. I wish I could help more, but he clearly didn’t like my presence even if I could, and there’s nothing I could do about it, at least not this late. I still didn’t know how he got such a deep cut, since my initial theory was wrong, and the chances of knowing are none, but I hope their owners get a grip, and start to take care of them better.

“I need a name for you… for both of you”, I murmured.

Suddenly the hissing stopped, and I heard little muffed taps on the floor coming from the corner. My hands left the soft fur of the cat’s head, and he wasn’t happy at all, but I wasn’t about to get any more scratches.

I saw the red fur of his ears picking out from the side of the couch, then one of his eyes, that bright yellow ones that for the first time didn’t look like they wanted to tear me apart, instead it as almost as if i-

The fox jumped at me.

I didn’t have time to close my eyes.

He stood on 4 paws by my side, bobbing his nose on the cat’s head while whining, and I couldn’t do anything besides watch the scene in front of my eyes. His fur touched my skin lightly, and I didn’t dare to move. Then, finally, the cat seemed to understand what the fox wanted, and gave space beside himself. The whining stopped and both of them laid on my lap, side by side, as calm as the night outside.

I didn’t dare to move, my heart was racing while I tried to process the bizarre scene in front of me, but the thing is, I couldn’t. What kind of animal behavior is that? For my own safety, I didn’t touch them, and tried my best to not move and bother them.

The living room was silent for some time, while I was lost in my own mind.

“Where did you come from?”, I asked after sometime, and both heads looked up to me.

I didn’t mean to ask it out loud, it wasn’t like I’d get an answer.

The cat decided to get up from my lap, and I thought he’d walk away. Instead, he sat on my lap while looking straight at me and raised his left paw up. I took it with my own left hand, a small smile in my face. He was too cute, weird as fuck, sure, but a cute cat.

“Oh, it’s nice to meet you I guess”, I said, moving my hand up and down in the air. “I wish you had your collar, then I’d know how to call you”.

He meowed, and I released his paw, but then he kept nuzzling my hand.

“You want this?”, I caressed his head and the purring started right away.

The fox did nothing but stare, which I took as a sign he wouldn’t attack me. His tail moved from left to right in a calm manner, and he seemed relaxed enough on my thigh. That was good, but his staring was unsettling to say the least. Was he staring so much at? The clothes I was wearing weren’t anything special, could foxes even see this amount of colors?

The fox stood up suddenly, eyes straight on me, and I waited for the worst, however he just raised his right paw up to me, and I took it with care, avoiding his sharp nails in the process. On his neck, there’s a clear sign of where the collar was, his fur was dirtier on a closer look, something I didn’t get to do until now.

“It’s nice to meet you too”.

He took his own paw from my hand, and he made a sound that I could only hope it was satisfaction. The fox bumped his head on the cats’ neck, which the latter didn’t seem to mind. It didn’t hold too much force, just enough to… get attention? The cat turned his head to the fox and there was silence, like they were communicating without me knowing.

I had the urge to look up to the TV, the show I was supposed to watch still there, but I lost enough that I ended up lost on the plot. Somehow, it didn’t feel right to just stare at them at the moment, so I focused on what was in front of me.

I felt the cat moving around my lap, and then another set of 4 paws.

They trust way too easy, but at least that was a good sign of the owner taking good care of them. But how the hell I’m supposed to find them?

“Kitty, you seem really smart”, I say as I looked down at them.

He purred while the fox whined and tapped my left tight, the one he was on top of.

“You also seem smart, foxy”, I tried to calm him down, and my hand almost reached for his fur, but I contained myself. “But you don’t have your collars, and your owner must be worried by now”.

The reaction they gave me wasn’t the one I expected. The word owner didn’t trigger purrs, heads looking around to find him or soft meows, no, it triggered shivers, distressed whines and bodies cowering in a small ball on top of my lap.

I petted them with both hands, while my heart broke at the sight.

Good care my ass, with this type of reaction because of a single word… what the fuck happened to them?

“Shhh, it’s okay, you both are safe, that person isn’t here”, I whispered as I petted them. “You can stay here, you don’t have to go back”, I said desperately as I tried to calm them down.

These clearly weren’t a normal cat and fox, that much was clear, but the moment they responded to me, a word came to mind. They had to be mixed with hybrid genes, that’s the only reason as why they’re so human-like in a sense.

They calmed down while I whispered reassurances as best as I could, because if it was up to me, they wouldn’t go back to an abusive home.

Both of them kept themselves in a little ball, as small as possible, but they were purring at least, and I took a deep breath.

“I’m sorry”, I whispered, because it felt too wrong to speak any louder in a situation like this.

They looked up at me when I said it, still froze in place it seemed, not a single sound out of their mouths, but theirs eyes were telling enough, so expressive that I couldn’t doubt they had hybrids genes.

“I’m sorry that someone was so awful to the point of you both being so terrified, I’ll find a better place for you”.

It was slow at first, but they moved from that position and laid on me, both heads hiding between my body and arms. Their ears hanging low on their heads, and tickling my skin. The softness was shocking still, it felt like a blanket even when they were supposed to be unkempt and dirty.

“Soo, I supposed you don’t want to take a bath, right?”, I said.

The reactions were immediate. The fox looked up, wide eyes, ears shot up on his head and body prepared to run as fast as he felt I’d make him do it, but the cat kept still, and nuzzled my arm even though his eyes were locked on me.

“It’s fine, I won’t make you”, I said as I smiled, and petted both of their heads.

It was bold of me, I could get scratched again by the fox, but he let me did it, so I took it as progress. They seemed wary still, more the fox than the cat to be honest, their personality was shinning through at that moment.

“It’s true, I won’t, I promise you that, but what about a towel? It must be uncomfortable being dirty, right?”

I looked from one to the other. The cat seemed fine, happy even, since he purred as an answer and raised one of his paws to my arm, it was a light and careful touch.

“Can I bring one for you?”, I asked in a soft tone of voice, and he nodded lightly. “Okay, so what about you, foxy?”

His yellowish eyes bored into mine and his body was stiff and wary on top of my thighs, yet he was still careful with his nails.

“You can do it on your own, I don't have to do it for you and I won't touch you at all, I said, and he nodded slowly.

“Okay, can you move, so I can get up?”

They did, both jumped back to the floor, and I took the opportunity to make an appropriate dinner for the three of us while they got themselves cleaned.

I knew the cat could clean himself without it, but I wasn’t sure about the fox, so I laid two towels on the floor for them and I went to the kitchen.

That was the first night. After the fifth night, the three of us developed a nice routine.

They knew they were safe and that I’d be back after work every evening. The second night was enough of whines and cries to know that they were… sensitive to sudden changes. There were food for them available when they wanted it on the little bowls I bought in the that first same night, I prepared all the meals in the mornings, and they could leave anytime if they wanted to, but I wasn’t sure if they ever did. The first time I came home after rescuing them, I was scared they had left for some an unknown reason. Sure, it was getting late, and the streets were unpredictable, who knows what could happen, but it was more than that. I had a soft spot for them already and if I keep up that pace, I’d be really hard to let them go someday.

“Kitty? Foxy?”

The lights of the living room were already on, but there wasn’t sign of them. I took off my coat and let my shoes by the entrance while I was scanning the room. Were they upstairs sleeping again? It was almost snack time. They came downstairs yesterday when I came home, it was the official snack time.

I decided to ignore the worst possible scenario and walked into the kitchen, then I took two bowls and opened the fridge. This amount of noise should’ve made them come downstairs already.

It’s fine, it’s ok, maybe they went out to play outside. It wasn’t fine. I let everything on the counter top and went upstairs.

“Kitty? Foxy?”

I really needed to give them better names than this, but it wasn’t the time to think about it now. They didn’t come to me, nor I heard any noise besides my own steps and nervous heart.

I went through my room, the bed was messy as they like to lay in it when I wasn’t home, that much was clear since day one. Then I went to the guest bedroom, but it was untouched. Maybe they locked themselves in the bathroom, but still nothing as I checked.

I didn’t like to where the possibilities were going, but there was still a chance of them playing outside, so I went to look around the house. There was still enough sunlight, but I didn’t get lucky until I heard a noise, a loud whining coming from the roof.

“Kitty? Foxy? Are you up there? Did you climb to the roof?”

Anyone looking out of their windows would think I went insane. Of course, they wouldn’t understand, no, not a normal cat and fox, but mine were far from it.

I was screaming in front of the house, trying to look up, but there wasn’t a sign of them, none that I could see from the ground. The only answer I got was another whining, and it sounded like foxy, that was enough for me to grab a staircase that I never even used before.

It was an old one for sure, it came with the house, and now I knew why, it was so fucking heavy to carry anywhere. There was the normal staircase, then you could slide two parts up and it’d get even taller. And that’s what I had to do, even though I didn’t trust the mechanism that hold it tight was working as good as it should.

But it was for foxy and kitty, they could’ve climbed there without knowing how to get down for hours, they must be hungry by now too, so I didn’t waste any more time.

As soon as I was on eye level with the roof, I froze in place.

Two men sat on my roof, side by side, curled around themselves to be seen as small as possible, not a single cloth protecting them for the cold and tails hugging each other's thighs.

“Ho-”

“Please, don’t make us leave”, one of them interrupted me.

The voice stunt me for a second. It was so deep, rough even and low, so low and that seemed like a crime because I could barely hear it above the soft wind.

“Don’t move, I’ll bring up towels and let’s get you both down, okay?”

There wasn’t an answer, but I didn’t wait for one. I felt my body out of my mind’s control, there weren’t thoughts running through my head as I ran to get towels for them, nor when they came down and sat on my couch.

Their heads were down, soft and fluffy ears flat against it. It hasn’t been more than two minutes since I found them, but they didn’t look up to me once.

“I’ll bring clothes for you both, one of you can go to the bathroom and the other to the guest room.”

I’ve seen their ears shot up and I couldn’t contain my smile. It was exactly like their animals' counterpart.

“I knew you were hybrids, I won’t make you guys leave, it doesn’t make a difference to me”

Finally, they looked up at me. Another déjà vu hit me hard, but this time it felt different. They were more vulnerable than ever, and it wasn’t because of the lack of clothing, no, I knew better than that. Their eyes told me what I needed to know once again.

“So, how can I call you? I knew I had to change kitty and foxy to your real names at some point”

They looked at each other, speechless, both sat still with hands gripping hard on the soft cloth.

“Right, the introductions can wait, I’ll bring clothes for you both. One can wait for me in the bathroom and the other in the guest room, if you prefer it.”

They nodded and got up.

It was intriguing how their body language was the exact same, too. If it wasn’t by the colors of their ears and tails, I could still say who was my kitty and who was my foxy.

Damn, I did actually call them mine, didn’t I?

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[nochuelinha]

Flashbacks - Ellie Williams - One-Shot

Dina invited me to spend some time with her after patrol. Things in Jackson were quiet, Jesse was secretly looking for a jewel, he wanted to propose to Dina on her birthday next month.

I entered a new diner in town, it was beautiful and cozy, I sat at one of the tables in the back. Dina would arrive soon. I ordered a juice and a sandwich, I had patrolled with Jesse earlier today, we didn't have many problems, just some stalkers and clickers, but nothing we couldn't handle. I had gone home and taken a shower before coming, the day was fresh and the sun wasn't too hot.

Dina arrived a few minutes later, her hair tied back, looking like she had just come from patrol. Ellie followed behind her, and I blushed instantly.

"Y/N, patrol was insane, lots of infected, and damn, my legs are killing me from all the running," Dina said as she sat on the cushioned bench in front of me. She moved aside, and Ellie took her place, smiling at me.

"Good afternoon to you too, dear Dina," the sarcastic tone present. "Hello, Ellie," I returned her smile.

"Hello, darling," her tone sent a shiver down my spine.

Ellie's hands were on my back under my shirt, kissing me as if the world was ending right there. I was already breathless in her embrace, having taken off her shirt and messed up her hair. Her hands were now squeezing my breasts, fingers teasing my sensitive nipples, and I was melting.

"You're so soft, darling," Ellie's low, sensual tone made me even wetter.

"So we ran like hell and had to climb a bus and get to the other side," Dina recounted excitedly, but I had already lost track of her narrative. I looked at her and tried to show some interest, but Ellie decided to run her foot up my leg. My eyes flew to her immediately, and she held back a smile. "When we finally got to the other side, there were lots of shops and things we haven't explored yet. You need to go there."

"We can go together next time," I suggested, my order had arrived. Both of them placed their own orders. I took a bite of the sandwich, it was delicious.

"What's that on your neck?" Dina's voice caught me off guard, and I choked. "Hey, easy there, take a sip of your juice," she tried to help me. After coughing a few times, I regained my composure.

"It's nothing, I think it must be some bug bite," I said the first thing that came to my mind.

Ellie had laid me down on the bed and was now attacking my neck eagerly. It felt like she was famished and I was her prey after days without anything to satiate her, which was a big lie since I had visited her garage two days ago.

Her hands trailed down my bare legs and found my panties, she touched me over them.

"Darling, you're so wet. Is all of this for me?" she whispered in my ear.

"You know very well the effect you have on me," I responded with a moan as she pressed against my needy mound.

"Go to the infirmary to get that checked out; it might have triggered an allergic reaction," Dina seemed genuinely concerned. I felt a little under the weather and gave her a weak smile. I resumed eating calmly; Dina had asked about my patrol, and I told her it was nothing special, just a few infected, nothing as exciting as hers.

"You know, one of the patrol guys asked about you today. He wanted to know if you're single. I told him yes. Do you want to try going on a date with him?" I looked at her wide-eyed. Ellie scowled.

"Why did you say she was available?" Her tone was irritable.

"What do you mean? She's not with anyone, Ellie. We've never seen her with a guy or a girl; she's too shy for that kind of thing," Dina replied as if it were obvious.

Ellie had left me completely naked in front of her; her fingers were now buried inside me, moving in a way she knew I liked. I was seeing stars, my hand was in her hair, and while her mouth sucked on one of my breasts, the movements were getting faster and more rhythmic with each passing second.

"Come on, baby, tell me who you belong to," her voice was sensual, and she now had her forehead against mine, not stopping her fingers for a moment.

"To you, Ellie, it's always been you," I responded between moans and sighs.

"Are you going on a date with him?" Dina asked, with a curious gleam in her eyes.

"I'm not really feeling it, Di. You know I'm more laid-back. Besides, I'm interested in someone else too," I replied, trying to end the subject before she started speculating.

Ellie looked at me with a mischievous smile on her lips. "What? How come? You never said anything. Who's the lucky one?" Dina was ecstatic now, looking like she had won a week off, ready to hear all the details about my love life.

"You'll know at the right time," I replied, smiling at her, which made her wilt like a delicate flower in the hot sun.

Dina crossed her arms, lips forming a disapproving pout as she looked at me. "You're so boring," her voice sounded petulant and deflated, as if she were disappointed not to squeeze more information out of me. Dina started rambling about other topics, while Ellie stared at me with intense and sparkling eyes, licking her lips and giving me a sideways smile.

Her mouth on mine was fierce, I was almost at my limit because of her fingers. In that fleeting moment, all my senses were consumed by the taste of her lips, the warmth of her breath, and the electrifying touch of her skin against mine. It was as if time stood still, and there were only the two of us, intertwined in a dance of desire and longing.

"Darling, come to me," she whispered in my ear, and then I saw flowers and explosions of colors. "You're perfect, my love."

"Well, I have to go. Jesse said he wanted to spend some time together. Kisses," Dina stood up and hurriedly left. Ellie scooted closer in her chair and looked at me.

"So, you're interested in someone?"

"You know who I was talking about," I replied, a little embarrassed, but I didn't shy away from her beautiful eyes.

"I also like you and everything about you, darling," she took one of my hands and kissed it. I smiled at her. "But don't think I don't know what was going through your perverted mind the whole conversation," she laughed.

"Shut up, it's all your fault," I could feel my cheeks burning.

"You're so cute, my love."

#ellie the last of us #ellie x fem reader #ellie x reader #ellie williams #dina tlou #the last of us

[lizaluvsthis]

Purposely on purpose

THIS is a second part of Accidental Kiss

It's another pov focusing on with the M&M duo! (This is not a ship-this is a friendship thing)

WARNING! SNOWTRAPPED MENTIONED

With the duo's teamwork upon making their own special fort for a base, they noticed something that mario have thought of a good idea...

(AGAIN. I'm not as much of an experienced fic writer I'm continuing this last part)

"Its'a Mario time- here we gooo!!!" Mario jumped out of the base and threw countless of snowballs to Bob and SMG4, Meggy kept making more snowballs to save its bullets.

"YOU SON OF A B-TCH I'M GONNA TEAR YOUR SH-T APART WITH MY SNOW GUN-" with bob's words, he pulled out a giant gun and pulled the trigger. Causing to damage the front of Mario and Meggy's base

"Thats it- you're on!" Meggy joined in as she pulls out her splatoon gun and jumped out of her fort. She charged from the attack, as bob dodged the bullets. The man in white and blue is shot to his left.

"You're gonna regret that!" SMG4 smiles as he pulled out his big machine gun firing tons of snowballs, "Mario's got a fish to deal with you-" he pulls out a tood out of nowhere, and flatten its head to make a shield.

"YOU STUPID C#%^" Bob shouted at Mario, as he swung both of his swords(hands...?) To split the snowballs in half. Sadly Bob is very bad at this.

"You'll never take me alive SMG4! Because..." Mario pulls up his sunglasses. "You've got-no RIZZ" SMG4's exasperated expression gave temper from Mario's comment.

"GET OVER HERE!!" "WOAH MAMA MIA!!!" SMG4 starts to chase wherever Mario goes, running across the grounds as he started shooting snowballs at the fat italian, But left with uncontrollable speed that the red italian has.

A few minutes later...

"WOA- huff huff..." Mario is getting slower and slower from having to escape with Four. He spots the fort he and Meggy made and rushed through the thick snow blocking his way.

"MEGGY!!! MEGGY! AYAYAYAYA! Pls let Mario in!!!" Mario grieved in desperation, a gap from the passage way opens as she quickly pulled the back of the red-man's collar. Then closes in.

Mario sighs in relief when Meggy shuts the door, "Red you should be more careful on what you were gonna say! Now SMG4 is probably looking for-"

Meggy's phrase when the two heard Four's muffled voice from the door. "Hahaha! Gotcha now Mar- huh?"

Meggy and Mario stood quiet and opened a small gap from the door to peek outside on whats happening.

SMG3 is seen on the other side making his snowman which is eggdog, then to his right it was SMG4. "Oh. You."

SMG3's wide eyes soften behind his furious glare, Meggy and Mario looked at eachother for a second then back to focus at the two ex-rivals.

"If theres a possible chance I thought it'd be fun too for you to joi-" "No thanks" "aww cmon! Why not?"

Meggy slowly closed the door as Mario wanted to laugh, this took the dried Squid by suprise. "What is it Red?" Mario wanted to reply, but he couldn't help but snicker about the idea.

"Mario- is very- sorry-" he fixed himself up and starts to speak with a plan. "Mario has- a good ideal"

"Better not be one of those forceful kisses, because last time you did that from a tiktok challenge it didn't quite end we-" she heard a jingle from Mario's grasp.

It was a Mistletoe. Wait A MISTLETOE?!

"How did you- where did you get that?" "Mario borrowed it from a "friendly" neighbor from town ^○^"

I'm quessing it was stolen. Meggy thought from her head.

"Mario's gonna help and find a way to put a Mistletoe above them both to finally kiss!" "Mario- from the last time, we're not doing that." Meggy bugged his simple plan.

"Eh?" The sound of the meme audio and a glass shattering from the scenario. "But-but-" "You and know how much Three and Four had been through for like- I dunno-I was here six years ago when you told me about him and Four's unstable connection."

"So why do you not want to do it when you also want to?" Mario could never thought first about why, but to Meggy she didn't bother to answer. Mario's dumb but he has a heart, the only problem for him was that his brain doesn't correspond much to understand from what other peoples perspective have.

But this time, he has to learn something about it.

Meggy pulls up her splat gun and checks if she has enough ammo for an incoming battle with bob as she speaks.

"It's not that easy Marin, do you realize how hard it is for people like SMG4 or SMG3 to understand? Even tho I do also want that idea they both need to take their time to... yknow?" She gestures her hands, swaying clockwise.

Mario feels a bit confused as he scratched his head. Meggy grumbled in disbelief. "Ughh..." pinching the bridge of her nose, looking at Mario again.

"Process their feelings with one another, know about their boundaries, respect their privacy? I thought you know that stuff? It's ridiculous how you don't You're even respectful enough to give SMG4 some space when he-" the hit of an event flashed through her eyes.

Remembering SMG4's hyperventilating right after they want back from getting the star in princess peach's castle inside of that- hell hole....

She took a deep breath moving the subject. "I mean SMG4 is our friend, we gave him some time to think through and move on from what had happened. Im sure you know what I'm going here-" Mario frowned.

"But- SMG3...?" "Three has went through slot, you and I both know they both have been enemies since before I came here. We also know what he felt right after he said that right infront of him, we were there! We can't just push people from that. It takes-"

Mario yawned, "boring" Meggy's eye twitched.

"You don't know how SMG3 and SMG4 have been through before- I suppose I hadn't told you- everything?" She tilts her head sideways in a puzzled look.

"What are you saying?" "7 years ago they both got trapped in the igloo-" "DID YOU PLAN THAT?! MARIO! I SWEAR T--" Mario backs Meggy away by pushing her to calm her nerves. "Sheesh Meg- I was about to say that it wasn't on purpose...

"Oh, sorry..." the two stayed silent then Meggy spoke again. "So- what happened after they got stuck?" Mario points up his finger taking a deep breath, having the urge to explain. He stops for a bit.

"Are you sure you want to know?" "Yes." "You really really want to know?" The dried squid felt impatient from Mario asking her. "Mario, are we going to just sit here and wait for you to stop asking me the same question again over and over?"

Both eyes from the fat italian looked to the opposite directions as he said "yes." From what the dried Inkling left a reply of silence.

Mario starts to explain. "So me and SMG4 were stuck out from snow- I am suppa invincible from the cold so he went inside an igloo owned by an old man! Then I saw SMG3!

He was using an ugly tech that makes him float up in the sky! I wanted to say hello. Then ended up blasting something-SMG3 got terrified and he went inside the igloo where SMG4 is at and I guess he didn't know that he was also there?

The big snow thing collapsed and ended up trapping them both inside-" "please don't tell me they both fought inside-" sighed by Meggy "quite the complete opposite actually." Mario locked at the ceiling to visualize the past.

"I was only trying to find a way to get them both of the igloo safe and sound- which I did manage but- alas going inside of the igloo they both were..." Mario's mustache grew an inch bigger as he slowly turned to look at Meggy who couldn't understand his non verbal communication.

"Both what? When you said they both did the opposite, does that mean they were both bonding?" "More than that-" "they were both sitting and having snacks?" "No" "they were playing?" "No" "Mario just give me an direct answer cause I can't look back in the past THAT YOU WERE IN."

"Alright! Alright! Fine!" Mario felt a bit pissed by her being impatient, but she can't be blamed. It was all what HE witnessed after all...

"They were making like- what couples d-" "THEY W-MRFF" Meggy was about to scream at Mario as he covered her mouth, for Three and Four not to hear.

"Sorry-" She gave Mario an awkward smile

knowingly what she had heard from Mario all true, she had regretted to know what else had happened after he witnessed them both doing that.

"You're not joking!" She exclaimed in a whisper. "What Mario says is all true! I don't even know why they both did that but it was trully magnifi-" Meggy slaps Mario back in reality.

"OWOWOWOWO! He rubbed his cheek, "You should've told me about that sooner" Mario admits defeat by putting both of his hands up to stop Meggy.

"Hey-it was from the past- and honestly it was pretty old! These two are obliviously indenial with each other" Mario exclaimed.

"Yeah right-" Meggy opened the door to take a small peek again, and Mario who wanted to see as well.

"I forgive you." SMG4 is seen to be hugging SMG3 as he wrapped both of his arms from the back of his partner. They both stood there silence feeling safe... quiet... and... soft...

Wait- soft? Wow thats a first time they both have seen Three acting like that. Wasn't it? Or maybe it has happened before and right after what happened from the castle...

The two were having their own heart catching moment, and Meggy closed the door again.

She looked at Mario in a smile "Mario?" The fat italian looked at her. "Hm?" "How about we do your so called plan "Mistletoe"?"

It wouldn't hurt- after all- Mistletoes are still traditions for someone to kiss that special person underneath it.

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"A little bit to the right- no wait- left?" Meggy tried guesturing her hands by moving Mario from the spot, from every step he took. He kept looking down at the floor assuring his balance and did his best not to slip and fall.

The mistletoe is tied with a string, from what Mario is currently holding. It hasn't yet been attached from the stick.

"Aaaaand there! Stop there!" He stopped from the place following Meggy's messages accordingly.

"Alright, now all that we need to do is- measure the string... now I have no idea how long it would be to reach down from-" Bob appeared from behind.

"WHATS UP YOU UGLY B-TCHES" in character for still, he called them both. Meggy grumbled. "Ughh not you again- look Bob, Mario and I are doing something important. How about we call in for a time out?"

He puts down both of his sword-(HANDS?)

"I'M NOT GETTING FOOLED AGAIN" He threw snowballs at her back, but Meggy didn't face him.

She didn't had the time to deal with him right now. "SO THATS WHAT YOU WANT THEN?"

"A DRIED INKLING WHO CHOSE TO LOSE FROM THE AWESOMEST DUDE RAPPER BOB" Meggy stopped. Mario who is now worried about bob's actions by facing her consequences.

His eye guestured to him sending a sign of- "you just got f-cked up"

Meggy turned her head to face Bob, with a presence of pure rage.

"I will not. Be beaten. By. A STUPID RAPPER!" Meggy goes on full action mode, sliding her right leg. Pulling up her splat gun from behind.

"YOUR. RAPPING. SUCKS!" Meggy in rage, kept pushing the trigger from the gun. "HAHAHA LOL WHAT A LOS-" Bob laughed in a sarcastic tone to Meggy, she wanted him buried 6 feet to the ground.

Bob's blade took a slash from the snow in the ground as he accidentally blinded Meggy's eyes to where she shot Mario's leg. "AH AHHH! OH NO!" He wanted to scream, but looking down. Theres SMG3 who starts screaming at SMG4.

Mario can't fall now- not that they're so close to making them both smooch!

"Hey! Its not fair!" Four screamed back at him, as SMG3 threw snowballs at him. "God dammit!" Mario's last call as his bare hands lost grip from the mistletoe as it fell down towards the two ex-rivals.

"M-MEGGY!!!" Mario tried pulling up the string but it has now reached down from the level where Three noticed it. "Oh- you got- to be- f-cking- kidding me-" Mario cursed, before Meggy could knock out Bob.

"What- what is it?" She had successfully knocked out Bob and noticed Mario who screamed and cried while holding the remaining string.

"F-CK!" She drops bob to the floor and sprinted to Mario, leaning from the edge as the two watched as what happens next. (Wow never knew Meggy could swear :0 btw thats her favorite swear word)

"I uhh... I have to go-" SMG3 backs away, much to Mario and Meggy's disappointment. SMG4 tried reaching out for Three, in sudden turn of events. The M&M duo had caught Three slipping from the ice and his face landing to SMG4's.

Mario and Meggy celebrated "Yes!" "Haha!" The two had successfully did it after all. It wasn't put to any waist to give out the plan, it was worth it.

Meggy and Mario did a high-five as they smiled. Mario began pulling up the string attached to the mistletoe, "Still want to say give them both some time to realize?" Meggy scoffed.

"I really doubt they don't realize their feelings, they did it before they'll kiss again here-" the two looked from below to check up on the gay lovers again, seeing that SMG4 gave Three a second kiss.

This made them both scream, oh god. Gay people. Mario is really happy for them and Meggy too now that the two are finally making it official right there on the spot.

"DID YOU B-TCHES JUST FORGOT ABOUT ME?" Both of their eyes went wide, Bob pushed the duo off the roof. "HAH. Got-em"

"BOB YOU SON-OF-A-B-TCH!" Mario gave him a middle finger falling mid air, but bob has already walked away. "Ahh! Hang on! Mario!"

SMG3 opened his eyes when he heard the scream of Mario and broke the kiss. "What the- am I hearing Mario just because you kissed me? Did I just die?" SMG3 looked very clueless because of this.

SMG4 licked both of his lips and heard the screams. "It sounds like-" He looked up above the sky as he saw Mario and Meggy falling. "OH WHAT THE FU-" SMG4 had no time to process seeing that Mario will land at his body flat to the ground.

Closing his eyes as he braced from the impact, but left nothing with a forceful push. "Three?" He opened his eyes seeing that the guy he had JUST gave a real kiss earlier- had saved his F-CKING LIFE.

"A..." was all that Four could speak out, he couldn't process from everything that happened. Meggy landed to the ground safely by using one of Mario's mushrooms.

But to Mario tho- he did hit the ground too hard. "Oof-"

"You guys okay?" She brushed off the snow that covered her legs focusing on the two. But Four and Three had almost forgot the world had exist around them just by locking into each other's eyes.

"C'mon! Stop making googly eyes with each other and lets go back- get something to eat. Mario's hungry" Mario said picking himself up and stood right beside Meggy, SMG3 and SMG4 looked at them both and back at each other.

Realisation hits them both just noticing they had been staring. SMG3 is the first to get up "right err-uhhh... sorry-" He reached down to him both of his hands, to where Four gradually accepts.

Closing his hands from his, SMG4 got up and smiled "You- you saved me..." "heh- hey it's like- the third time you told me that already-" SMG3 chuckled.

"Sooooo?" Meggy taps her right foot. "Are you both dating now? Can Mario take a picture?" Four and Three gave each other a warm smile and gazed eyes.

And Four held Three's hand interlocking with his. "That calls out for us both! We're officially dating!" Mario jumped up and down in excitement as Meggy clapped for them both congratulating them.

The four walked towards the Castle while other of their friends are minding their own business.

"When is the wedding?" Asked by Mario, ruining the mood. The two lovers shouted louder.

"SHUT UP MARIO!" Leaving his reaction with a smirk. (Typical-)

-and there you have It a classic ending ^^ happy new year btw!

If you're reading this note it's currently 2 am in the morning that I finished this (its 1st of January 2024 so- cough- okay- bye!)

#lizaluv #smg34 #smg4 #smg3 #smg4 smg3 #mario #meggy spletzer #smg4 meggy #do not tag as ship #for m&m

[susanpike-author]

Part three of His Special Gift

The whirlpool tub felt great. He had me sitting between his legs while he rubbed my back and neck and soaped me up. Then he reached in front and started playing. I could feel him raising behind me. I lifted up for him to enter me. He grabbed my hips on both sides. Oh, he felt so good. We both orgasmed at the same time. Then he whispered he was looking forward to gift night tonight. We only had a couple more days and we would have to meet the buses for the rest of his tour. I was able to get another week off, so I had two more weeks to spend with him. Then I had to go home and back to work. He called his manager and told her to let the theaters know he was interested in appearing next season in Branson. Yep! He started a bidding war between the owners. They all wanted him. He told me he wishes he had known about Branson he would have appeared there sooner. He kissed me then and thanked me for bringing the information about the place. I was happy told him I just wanted to see him to succeed.

Back on the buses, Sam and Mike told David they brought ear plugs with them this time. He laughed. Luckily our last week was at another resort for a week. Only was on the bus for the first week. I only had one more week and I had to go home. I really didn’t want to leave him. Don’t think he wanted me to leave either, but he didn’t say anything. After we arrived at the resort, I noticed David was getting moody. Also noticed he had a short fuse. He started getting upset over little things. Sam mentioned to me that David was getting into one of his depression moods. He had not been having attacks for a while but he had them before. That’s what caused him to drink a lot. I was concerned. He even tried starting an argument with me. I walked away till he cooled off. He disappeared for a bit. I was worried. He just went on the bus to be alone for a bit. I needed to distract him. Hopefully I can get him out of the depression. Then I thought about my belly dancing outfit. Knew there was a reason I brought it. I went in our room and threw pillows on the floor in the middle of the room. Found my music tape. Then put on my outfit. Put a robe over it. David came back in. He looked at the pillows on the floor. I have a surprise for you. I had him sit down on the pillows. Then I put on the music. I took off my robe revealing my fancy costume. Started dancing for him. He watched me, then tried to grab me but I stayed out of his reach. I teased him, He was getting excited. Finally, I went near him. He grabbed me and pulled me down to the pillows. Took off my fancy bra sucking my nipples and took my heavy belt and skirt off. He was hard as a rock. He made me wet and hot for him. Then I used the pillows and got into a dog style position for him. He entered me. Slowly at first, then trusting harder and deeper. I orgasmed and his movement became faster till he moaned and came. After we caught our breath. He said, luv, you can dance for me anytime, really turns me on like you did years ago. He made love to me again shortly afterwards on the pillows on the floor. After that he snapped out of his depression. A few days later I had to leave. He was not happy about me leaving. When you are finished with your touring maybe you can come to Chicago awhile I said. I have to go back to work. I will miss you. He was good at hiding his feelings, so he hid how upset he was. The last night we made love three times. The night before he got his gift, and I took my time and gave him even longer ecstasy. Took him 15 minutes to come down from it. We made love that morning before I left for the airport. I cried most of the way home. I knew then that I was in love with him. Didn’t know how he felt about me.

Went back to work the next day. Tried not to think about David, he called me, just to check that I got home safely. We talked for a while, asked him how his tour was going. My friend Cathy noticed I was a bit down and asked how my vacation went. She knew about David and our past relationship. She asked me if we finally got together again. I told her yes, now I miss him terribly. I’ve fallen in love with him. Don’t know how he feels about me. He has been calling me about once a week. He told me he was offered a great contract to appear in Branson for next season. Good money and 25% of the ticket sales. He’s going to start looking to rent a house there in April next year. I’m happy for him. We had a great time together when we were there. I also told Cathy I haven’t had my period since before I went on vacation. Since I had a past problem Doctors said my tubes were blocked, I’m wondering if all the sexual activity caused it’s delayed. When my breast started hurting I decided to see a doctor. He took an ultrasound and bloodwork. I waited for the results. Trying not to be too hopeful.

Waiting impatiently for test results. Went back to see the doctor. The following week. He said, seems your left tube opened up somehow. You’re 2 and half months pregnant. We will keep a close eye on you as this is your first pregnancy and your 36-year-old. Oh boy! How am I going to tell David. Can’t tell him on the phone. I’m going to have to go see him, but I need to save some money first. Also have to tell the Department. So, they put me inside off the street. Told Cathy must have been the ecstasy I laughed. Really think God healed me. The Department put me inside the station doing paperwork. When David called, I told them I was inside the station now as they needed help, which was true. Asked him where he was. Some place in Indiana.

In the meantime, David was missing me tremendously. He tried to not get depressed about wanting me with him. Went on autopilot on stage. He even attempted to have a sexual encounter with a woman he met, but it ended up being unsatisfactory. Now he just had a few blow jobs when he needed them. The band members noticed David’s unhappiness. He started drinking again. Sam told Mike, think David is in love with Susan after David called me and he broke down in tears after talking to me. He had never done that before. I think I need to look in his phone number book and call her. David needs her, he is miserable missing her. David took a break and went to his farm for a few weeks. His daughters visited him. Finally they seen how unhappy he was. Dad what is wrong they asked. He said, I miss a special woman I was with for over a month. Can’t you bring her here Dad? No she lives in Chicago and is working. She’s a cop there. I remember you telling us you knew a cop there years ago. We got back together recently he said. Now I realise how badly I miss her. She can even bring me out of this depression I get. Go and tell her how you feel Dad. I have to go back on tour a few weeks, I may go there afterwards. His daughter looked up my phone number in her dad's phone book. Seeing a Chicago address with it. Sam also looked in his book too. By this point I am 4 months pregnant. Know I need to see David and tell him. Don’t know how he will react to the news.

He went back on tour, his depression became worse, and he was drinking a lot. The band members were getting concerned, it started effecting his performances. His oldest daughter went to see him when he was performing in a close venue. She was surprised at how bad he looked. Not his usual self. That’s when I got a message on my answering machine to call her. I was surprised then I got a message from Sam too! Now I was concerned. I called his daughter first. Hi! This is Susan, you called me and left me a message. Is there something wrong with your father? Yes! She said, he is really depressed and miserable and misses you. He needs you. He told us about you. Won’t admit he is in love with you. But I know him. Where is he going to be in a week do you know. Ohio, I think. Some resort. Okay, I’ll try to make arrangements to go there. I was planning on going to see him soon anyway. I miss him too! Then I called Sam. It’s Susan, you called me. Yes! David needs you. He is drinking a lot and is very depressed. We are all worried about him. I told him I heard he’s going to be at a resort In Ohio, for a week. He gave me the name and city and hotel number. Told Sam, book me a room a joining his. You don’t want to stay with him. Don’t know if he wants me there Sam, I would have to see. Told Cathy about the calls. You must go. He needs to know about the baby anyway. I know I was planning on seeing him. But I not sure if he wants me there. He hasn’t called me lately. I got to the resort late because the plane was delayed. The show was just ending. I put my suitcase in my room and went downstairs to the theater. Sam seen me. David’s in his dressing room. We headed there. David already had a few drinks and was entertaining a woman. Sam and I walked in. David was getting head from her. My face went red, Sam face was white. David seen me and pushed the woman away from him. I turned around in tears headed out. David came after me. Susan, it didn’t mean anything. I have been drinking and you know how I get after a performance. please I didn’t know you were coming luv. David grabbed me, I was still crying. He took me in his arms. Please luv forgive me. That’s all I have been able to do. To relieve the stress, I have been under. I have not been able to have sexual intimacy with any other woman. You spoiled me luv. He kissed my cheek then my lips, holding me tight against him. Sam and the band members were still in the room. Putting things away. I put my arms around him and kissed him back. He put his arms around my waist. That’s when he noticed my stomach. He stepped backwards and looked. You’re pregnant luv. That’s what I came to tell you, I said. Four and a half months. I said. Could not tell you on the phone. I thought you said you couldn’t get pregnant, he said. I thought so too, surprise. Seems your little soldiers broke through the barriers. David broke out laughing. 37 and having my first child. Well, I will be 47 and it’s my fifth. He said. I already knew I was having a boy, but I didn’t want to tell him yet. I had two tests done. David Said, let’s go up to the room. I said my room is next door to yours. Why would you do that luv. Since you have not called me I didn’t know how welcomed I would be. David hugged me and kissed me saying, I missed you luv. I’ve been miserable without you. We went up to his room. He stripped my clothes off quickly and his own. We made love. Can I get my gift luv he inquired. I smiled. Then he asked, will you give up your career as a police officer to be with me luv? He asked. Do you want me too David? Yes, he said. I want you with me, I need you. I would give up everything to be with you, I love you. I said. He smiled. Then you will just have to marry me then. I love you too! He said. I was surprised and happy. Yes, I will marry you. Now can I get my gift luv? He asked. I started licking my way down his body. I went slowly so he could really enjoy it. When he reached his peak, he grabbed the side of the bed and the sheets with his other hand letting out a loud moan of ecstasy. Cont.. Facebook SusanPikeauthor

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[lnfours]

summer loving (ten) ⎸t.h

⌙ summary: your mom and tom’s mom grew up together, swearing that their kids would be life long friends. and it was true, the holland boys were a special part of your life. but on the annual trip to their beach house this summer, everything feels different. and that’s because it is.

⌙ au: based on the book and tv show ‘the summer i turned pretty’ by jenny han. childhood friends to lovers

⌙ wc: 3.7k

⌙ warnings: fluff, fluff, and more fluff. mentions of anxiety/panic attack, some language, tom is a certified softie, idk. i love these two so much.

⌙ pairing: tom holland x fem!reader

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you felt your heart jump into your throat as you stood up, ignoring tom’s voice calling your name. a group of people have gathered around your table, asking if you were ‘shawn mendes’ mystery girl’. people were staring, looking back and forth from their phones back to you, trying to piece it together.

because if you were supposedly with shawn mendes, why were you out with tom holland?

you pushed past the people crowding around you, awkwardly saying ‘excuse me’ as phones were pushed into your face. you made your way outside of the pub, letting out a gasp as you realized you had been holding your breath. you jumped when someone put their hand on the small of your back, turning around and seeing sam.

“you okay?” he asked sweetly. you nodded, catching your breath.

why? why did he post that?

“you don’t look okay,” he said, rubbing your back.

“i just-” you cut yourself off, “i don’t know-”

tom walked out of the bar, a group of girls screaming after him as he made his way over to you, “y/n? what happened? are you alright?”

“i think she’s having a panic attack,” sam said, “we gotta get her out of here.”

tom nodded at his brother, the two of them walking with you to tom’s car. once the two of them helped you into the car, he started driving.

“where are we going, tom?”

“i don’t know,” he said, “somewhere where there aren't a lot of people.”

you closed your eyes in the backseat of tom’s car, tears threatening to spill as you tried to steady your breathing. once inside an empty parking garage that was nearby, tom climbed into the back seat with you.

“you okay, love?”

you shook your head. he placed his hands on your cheeks, “open your eyes, darlin’.”

your eyes opened, meeting his brown orbs, “give me your hand.”

you let him take your hand as he placed it over his chest, his heart beating under your fingertips, “just focus on my heartbeat and breathe with me, okay?”

you nodded as you followed his movements to steady your breathing. after a few minutes, he wiped the tears that had fallen from your eyes with the pads of his thumbs, “what’s going on, love? you can talk to me.”

you licked your lips, “shawn posted a picture of me on his instagram story, a-a picture he took when we were dating last summer. people think he and i are dating.”

he furrowed his eyebrows, fishing his phone out of his pocket as he opened instagram. he clicked on the story icon, reading the same caption you had read 15 minutes ago.

missing summer with you! <3 @/y/ny/l/n

sam’s eyes widened as he looked over at tom’s phone, “this dude really can’t take a hint.”

tom sent him a look, eyes traveling back to his phone, “why did he post this?”

“i don’t know,” you said, “i-i told him we could still be friends and we got lunch when he was in new york a couple months ago, but he knows i chose you. he knows that we’re together. i just don’t understand-”

he cut you off, “hey, it’s okay. it’s not your fault. we’ll figure it out, alright?”

he pressed his forehead against yours and you nodded, his hands rubbing small circles on the top of your hand. your phone was buzzing and lighting up with notifications left and right, which made tom grab it and turn it off.

“trust me, it’s better if it’s off right now.”

you nodded, “can we go home?”

“yeah, baby. let’s go home.”

after getting back into the driver's seat, tom made his way back to the house. he tried to lighten the mood by playing your favorite songs, which did put a small smile on your face. soon enough, he was pulling into the driveway and the boys led you into the house.

“i’m gonna tell the others we’re back,” sam said, holding up his phone, “just so they know where we are.”

tom nodded and you gave him a smile, hugging him. he was caught by surprise for a second before hugging you back.

“thank you,” you said, “for everything.”

he nodded, rubbing your back softly, “always.”

you pulled away and tom nodded his head towards the staircase, “c’mon, love.”

you two made your way into tom’s room. you immediately kicked your heels off and started rummaging through your suitcase for a pair of pajamas. you grabbed a tanktop and a pair of pajama pants out along with your toiletry bag, joining tom in the bathroom as he brushed his teeth.

you sent him a small smile in the mirror, “so, i’ve been thinking.”

he raised his eyebrow, “oh no,”

you swatted his arm at the joke, “shut up.”

he chuckled, turning to look at you as you started taking your makeup off, “what’s that pretty little head been thinking about?”

“so, i’ve talked to kat and my mom about it,” you said, “and i know you said you were coming to new york to film starting next year, but after graduation, what if we…”

he smiled, leaning against the counter, “what if we what, love?”

you knew he knew what you were about to ask, but he just wanted to hear you say it.

“what if we moved in together?”

the smile still pulled at his lips, “as in, you move to london?”

you nodded, “i've done a bunch of research, and i've started contacting companies to see if they’d want to hire me this summer. when i get back, i can start shipping my things here little by little, or we could get our own place? i don’t know-”

“babe-”

“i know it’s really early and i know you’re going to be away filming a lot of the time, but i feel at home here. i don’t want to have to keep timezones in mind when i want to talk to you about your day. i want you, all of the time.”

he didn’t say anything, he just kept smiling at you. you sent him a confused look, starting to worry about what his answer would be.

“i have a house saved on my computer that i actually was planning on going to look at tomorrow,” he said, “maybe we could go look at it together, hmm?”

you smiled back at him. you didn’t know what to say as he pulled you into his body, his warmth radiating through you as he pressed a kiss to the top of your head, “sound like a plan?”

“definitely.”

“good,” he said, pulling away from you to look at you, “i think you’ll like it, actually.”

“yeah?”

“mhm,” he hummed, leaning down as he pulled your hips closer to his, “picked it with you in mind.”

you smiled, “i love you.”

“i love you most.”

he pressed a kiss to your lips, the both of you pulling away as tessa barked at the both of you. you giggled at the staffy, bending down and petting her. she wagged her tail happily, accepting the attention.

“you’re coming too, tess,” tom laughed, ”‘don’t worry, love.”

you both finished getting ready for bed. you turned your phone back on as the thousands of notifications caught up, more ringing in as you plugged it in.

you looked over at tom, “what should we do with my sudden rise to fame?”

his eyes shifted towards your direction, seeing that you were on your phone. he grabbed it from your grip, placing it on the nightstand next to you after turning on do not disturb,  “we’ll deal with it, tomorrow.”

you sighed, “i just don’t want to be known as someone that i’m not.”

he nodded in understanding, “here, i’ll let you in on a little secret,” he said, sitting up on his elbow as he looked over at you, “as hard as it is, let the negativity roll off your back. half the time, people who send hate don’t have any valid reason to hate you other than the fact that they’re jealous. as long as you know who you are, and those you surround yourself with know who you are, no one else matters.”

you nodded, “easier said than done, huh?”

he nodded, “yeah, but you’ll learn.”

you smiled, watching as he moved back onto his back. you laid your head on his shoulder, “thank you for being there for me tonight. i thanked sam, but i never thanked you.”

“because you don’t have to thank me,” he said into your hair, “it’s what i’m here for.”

you smiled up at him as he spoke again, “wanna watch something?”

“sure. your pick.”

“alright, how about a nice, wholesome movie,” he said. you watched as he clicked on netflix, putting on a movie the both of you had already seen. you looked up at him, his face illuminated by the blue light of the tv, the rest of the room dark.

he looked down at you, a smile tugging on his lips, “what?”

you shook your head, “nothing.”

he leaned down and kissed your forehead, pulling you closer to him, “i love you.”

“i love you, too.”

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the next morning you woke up, rolling onto your side as you snuggled into tom’s warmth. he wrapped an arm around you, scrolling through his phone.

his comment section had flooded, his messages blowing up, and when he went to your instagram he saw you had gained thousands of followers within the past 12 hours.

he couldn’t even scroll through his socials in peace without an account turning what happened last night into a headline.

‘shawn mendes posts about mystery girl who’s later seen out and about with tom holland at a pub in london’

he clicked on your instagram, your posts erupting with likes and comments. he couldn’t help himself as he clicked on the bubble icon, scrolling through.

‘i feel kinda bad for her :/ she was living a normal life until now all because she was posted on someone’s story’

‘so, is she dating tom or shawn?’

‘she’s pretty! doesn’t matter who she’s with, they’re lucky to have her :)’

he was thankful that most were positive messages, his fans calling out those who said anything unnecessarily negative. shawn’s fans did the same, however each side wanted that one big question answered.

was she with tom or shawn?

it took everything in him not to post pictures he had taken of her throughout their friendship and relationship, it took everything not to show her off and openly claim her as his.

it wasn’t his place. he wasn’t going to do it without you knowing.  

instead, he did the next best thing he could think of.

he climbed out of bed, tucking you back in as he pressed his phone to his ear. he walked out of the bedroom, cracking his bedroom door open slightly as he stepped into the hallway.

“hey, sorry if i woke you, i just realized what time it was over there,” he said quietly.

“hey, tom,” kat's voice chirped through the other end of the line, “it’s alright, can’t sleep, anyways. but, how’s y/n? is she okay? she hasn’t responded to my texts and it says her phone is on, do not disturb.”

“yeah, uh, she had a panic attack last night but i helped her through it,” he said, peeking into the bedroom to make sure you were still asleep, “she’s tired, mentally, i can tell.”

“yeah,” kat sighed, “i just don’t understand why shawn would post something like that. i mean, he knows the two of you are together. i just don’t get it.”

“maybe he gets the strong urge to treat her better than i can?” he joked and she let out a laugh.

“trust me, you’re doing pretty good in my book right now,” she said, “can’t believe at one point that i was team shawn.”

he smiled, letting out a soft chuckle, “at that time, i couldn’t have blamed you.”

there was a soft chuckle from her end of the call, her smile audible. he was thankful that you had someone like kat in your life, someone to keep tabs on you, who cared about you as much as he did.

“so, how's house hunting going?” she asked. of course kat knew. she was the one person who was told everything, all the secrets, the plans, all of it.

“good,” he nodded, walking down the steps, “she mentioned moving here last night and i told her everything. i think i might've found a potential house, as long as we both agree on it.”

she smiled on the other end, evident in her voice, “she’s mentioned it to me a couple times, just as ‘what-if’ scenarios. i'm glad she finally talked to you about it.”

“what about you, though? gonna stay in the city?”

“nah, probably not,” she said, “i’ve been looking for an excuse to leave for a while now, y/n thinking about moving to london just gives me an excuse.”

“where do you think you’ll end up?” he was genuinely curious.

“who knows,” she sighed, “was thinking about finding somewhere not far from my parents in jersey. city life is exhausting.”

he let out a laugh, “i think you mean american city life is exhausting.”

“okay, whatever, london boy.”

“seriously, what is everyone and this taylor swift song?”

she laughed, the noise of the tv filling the background, “i’m gonna try to get some sleep, but text me if you need anything.”

“sure thing, thanks.”

“always,” she said.

he hung up the phone and put it down on the counter, starting to make some coffee as he felt a pair of cold hands wrap around his torso. he jumped a little at the feeling, relaxing quickly, “good morning, love.”

“‘morning, tommy.”

he smiled at the nickname before turning around in your grasp, “what’re you doing up already? didn’t expect you to be awake for another hour or so.”

you shrugged, cheek pressing into his chest, “it got cold.”

he chuckled softly, “i could tell by the ice cubes you call fingers.”

you playfully rolled your eyes at him, looking up to meet his eyes, “what time do we have to leave for that showing?”

he looked down at his watch, “around noon,” he brushed a few strands of hair from your forehead as you continued looking up at his brown orbs, the chocolate color sparkling in the early morning sunlight, “figured we could go down to that little cafe you like and get some breakfast before hand. how’s that sound?”

you smiled up at him, “the one with the strawberries and cream crepes?”

he smiled, “that’s the one.”

“sounds perfect.”

he smiled, “good, it’s a date then,” he chucked and you both smiled as the kettle started to whistle quietly. he fixed two cups of coffee for the both of you, handing you yours which you graciously accepted.

your peace-filled morning was interrupted when someone came barreling down the steps, “ooh! coffee!”

you smiled as tom handed harry his mug, reaching up to grab another one, “it’s like you know when i’m making coffee.”

harry shrugged, “keen senses,” he looked over at you and smiled, “how are you feeling this morning? any better?”

you nodded, smiling back at the boy, “a lot better, thanks.”

he nodded, snapping his fingers as he bummed, remembering something as he looked over at tom, “oh! almost forgot, mum and dad want us to have dinner with them tonight.”

tom nodded, “alright, what time?”

“dunno, probably around five,” he said, “apparently sams helping out with dinner.”

“thank god,” tom sighed, “i love mum but i'm not in the mood for dry pork chops.”

you snorted, “leave nikki alone.”

“no, you’re just lucky you don’t have to put up with mum's terrible cooking as much as we do.” harry said, putting his mug in the sink.

tom nodded in agreement and you rolled your eyes at the two holland boys. you sipped your coffee smiling down at the blue staffy as she finally decided it was time to wake up.

“morning tess,” you cooed, petting her head as she wagged her tail, happy to see you, “did you sleep well, baby?”

tom smiled as he watched the interaction, you leaving the room to let tess outside. harry nudged his brother’s shoulder, speaking up in the comfortable silence of the kitchen, “so, when are you going to ask her?”

“ask her what?” the eldest brother didn’t tear his eyes from you. he wanted to wake up to this every morning.

harry looked at him dumbfounded, “ask her to marry you, you div.”

he looked over at his curly haired brother, “i don't know. there’s so much left to do.”

harry smiled, “and you know you both want to do them together, so what’s the hold up?”

tom shrugged, “just waiting for the right time, i guess.”

“oh c’mon,” harry laughed, “we all know that it’s always been you. has been ever since she was eight years old. even mum has a bet with dad going on about how long it’ll take you.”

tom chuckled, sipping his coffee before turning to his brother. his cheeks turned a light shade of pink, trying his hardest to keep his secret.

his dirty little secret? he already had a ring. he just needed to pick the right time.

“i’m just gonna see where we’re at when she graduates this spring,” he said, “and then go from there.”

harry nodded at his eldest brother, patting his shoulder, “for all of our sakes, please don’t keep us waiting too long. it’s the most anticipated wedding of the whole family.”

he laughed as harry smirked, making his way back up the wooden steps. as if on cue, you and tess walked back into the house. he smiled at you as you made your way into the kitchen, it was obvious he was staring but he didn’t care.

“what?”

he shook his head, “nothing,” he let you lean into his chest as he wrapped an arm around your back, “ready look at our potential future home?”

you nodded, a smile plastered on your face, “of course.”

                                ─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

the showing went really well, the house was damn near perfect. it wasn’t far from where he was currently living, had a big backyard for tess to roam around in, had a great open floor plan for entertaining all your family and friends.

it literally checked all the boxes. everything you and tom wanted in a home. however, it would take a little bit for you to be granted uk citizenship, so you decided to sit on it a little.

part of the whole thing made you a little bit nervous, like how long it would take for you to be able to officially be granted citizenship? would the house of your dreams still be available? how would you move all your things over?

tom noticed how quiet you had gone on the car ride home, placing a hand on your knee. you were pulled out of your trance as you looked over at him with a gentle smile.

“you okay?”

you nodded, “mhm, just thinking.”

he nodded, “about anything in particular or…?”

you shrugged, “not really, i guess. just life. how fast everything is changing, it’s like i can't keep up mentally at the moment.”

“we could always wait a little longer for the move-”

you shook your head, cutting him off, “no, no, i want to move. i want to move over here as soon as i can, it’s just going to take a little bit of getting used to, y’know?”

he nodded, “i do.”

you brought his hand up to your lips and kissed his knuckles, smiling as he squeezed your hand.

“i love you.” you said, the cool metal of his ring pressing to the inside of your fingers as he held your hand again.

“i love you more.”

another beat of silence before you spoke up, “god, i don’t want to go back to new york city.”

he chuckled, “think of it this way,” he said, “after the holidays, i’ll be there for filming and we get to spend a few months together. a little trial run of living together, y’know?”

you nodded, “yeah,” you smiled, “i suppose you’re right.”

“always am, love.”

you shoved his shoulder softly, laughing. you couldn’t wait to spend all the time in the world with him.

you checked your phone, your social media popularity still buzzing. you did your best to try to ignore it, but you couldn’t help but be curious.

you hadn’t talked to shawn ever since he posted that photo. you didn’t know what to say to him, to be honest. you didn’t want everyone to think that you were his girlfriend who was also seeing tom holland, but what else could you do?

unless…

“hey,” your voice broke the silence for the third time on this car ride, “i’m going to say something possibly a little crazy and i’m gonna have to have you hang with me for a second.”

he cocked a brow, “what’s that?”

“post me,” you said, “post whatever picture, or pictures i guess, you want. make it clear that i'm yours and that you’re mine.”

he looked over at you, “you sure you want to do that right now?”

“how else are people supposed to get over the whole fake love triangle they think we’re in?”

“i don’t know,” he sighed, “i just don’t want any more backlash to come your way.”

“fuck anything negative someone has to say,” you said, “i love you. i’d scream it from the rooftops if i had to. you’re mine, and i'm yours. for my own sake, i need everyone to know that.”

the car was silent for a few seconds as tom was contemplating his answer.

“okay. i'll do it.”

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Once Upon a Christmas Mission

Secret Santa gift for @chaoticgoodthief Prompt: "Two people with opposite personalities falling in love and balancing each other out." Merry Christmas!! 🎅🎁

Synopsis: Supervillain gives her second in command a new mission. The job, (un)fortunately, comes with a new teammate.

“What do you make of this one?”

“The newbie?”

Frowning, they scanned the newspaper clippings Supervillain had spread out on the desk between them. The lack of enthusiasm on the journalists’ part was plain to see in the five unremarkable blocks of text with unimaginative titles. A small, slightly blurred image next to a short article on a mall robbery a month ago showed the grinning rookie villain dodging out of the way of some local hero’s attack. He held a fistful of jewellery in one hand and a hot dog in the other.

With an attitude like his, one could only wonder how the guy hadn’t been caught or killed yet.

They shrugged. “Amateur. Opportunist. Reckless. Flippant. More luck than brains.”

Supervillain hummed. She wore her impervious poker face. Everything about her posture and tone indicated disinterest. To so unnatural a degree, in fact, that it was fairly obvious she did have an agenda.

They internally groaned. This wasn’t going to end well, was it.

“Why are you asking?”

The corner of her lips twitched with something that might have been amusement at the audible unease in their question.

“No more than simple curiosity,” she said, clearly deflecting. “The other day, he approached me. Asked if we were hiring. Said he’d be eager to join us.”

Of course he would be. Any new villain in the area would grovel for a chance to work even a single job for Supervillain. Instant infamy by mere association. But the newbie’s audacity, bypassing the official procedures and approaching Supervillain directly…

“Ah, great. Reckless, flippant, and presumptuous.”

“So, you do not believe him promising?”

“Promising?” They made no effort to hide their scoff. “All I see is a liability.”

“Or a great asset, under the right person’s supervision.”

“You must be joking.”

That phantom of a smile on her face grew teeth. She was most definitely not joking.

“Surely you could utilise a versatile new piece on the board to its full potential, brilliant strategist that you are.”

“You know I don’t work well with unpredictable people.”

“You work fine with me, don’t you?”

She made that sound like casual banter; it smelled an awful lot like a trap.

“I don’t know why this newbie intrigues you so,” they said, weighing their words carefully, “but, and please pardon my bluntness, I do not want rogue pieces fucking with my game.”

“I’m afraid I need you to give him a chance,” she said as she produced a thin folder from the upper-most drawer of her office cabinet and slid it across the desk, “because I already hired him for this job I’m putting you in charge of.”

“Unbelievable! You could have asked me first.”

She should have asked them first.

“You would have said no.”

Damn right, they would have.

She gestured at the folder. “Christmas Eve. Your target is the Downtown Museum’s special End of the Year Exhibition. Can I count on you?”

Always. And she bloody well knew it too.

They heaved a heavy sigh.

“Fine. One chance. But I swear, if he fucks up…”

***

In the end, as irony would have it, when their meticulously crafted plan did fall to pieces, it wasn’t the newbie who’d fucked up.

He, against their admittedly low expectations, had listened most attentively, had carried out his orders diligently, hadn’t so much as offered a single sign of a contrary disposition. He’d checked in every other minute to report his position, had followed the exact route he’d been assigned at the exact pace they’d agreed upon.

So, as they guided him and the rest of the team through the first stage of their plan – getting everyone inside the museum undetected – they’d had to begrudgingly admit to themself that the only thing that stood out about the newbie was his annoying enthusiasm for doing a fantastic job.

And then, just when they’d started to think that maybe this would be another flawless operation after all, one of their field operatives, Tempest, reported in.

“—s….hing’s wrong. Sec..ity guard in Sector E. Hav. ..en spotted. Abort—”

Her voice cut off. Replaced by nothing but eerily crackling white noise.

It didn’t make any sense. How was there a guard in Sector E? They’d done the maths. They’d checked everything, countless times. Security wasn’t supposed to be in Sector E for at least another 10 minutes.

Not that it made much of a difference now that their cover had been blown.

Abort operation…?

Really the only viable option at this point. But that was unprecedented. There’d been hiccups on other missions, sure, but they’d never had to call for a full hasty retreat before.

Supervillain would be so disappointed.

But they had to. By the looks of it, they’d lost one operative already. They had to get the rest of the team out. This was their responsibility. Their fault. They had to do something before—

“Reporting in,” the newbie’s voice rasped from the radio. “This is Ghost. Current position: Sector E, entrance to Stairwell 4. Assisted Tempest. She is unharmed. But the security guard escaped. And he is not one of the regular crew. I repeat, the security guard is not one of the regular crew.”

Different security. Why was there different security?

They sucked in a breath that hardly made it past their throat and did nothing to relieve them of the tightness in their chest. Then they picked up the radio, and faltered.

Which of the escape routes was least likely to be compromised? It had to be an exit point everyone was able to reach. And quick. That security guard must have raised the alarm by now.

Precious seconds ticked away.

“Exit Strategy B,” they croaked. “I repeat, Exit Strategy B. Abort operation.”

***

A mere 40 minutes after their first failed mission – hardly enough time to begin to come to terms with how badly they’d fucked up, let alone recompose themself – the newbie found them sulking at the little table in the corner of the HQ’s staff kitchen.

If he’d seen them hastily brush some wetness from the corners of their eyes as he entered the room, he didn’t let it show on his face. Instead, he wordlessly walked over and set a tray of cookies down next to their still untouched cup of black coffee.

They couldn’t bring themself to contemplate where he’d found those and they didn’t particularly feel like eating anything either. They took a cookie regardless.

“Great hiding spot,” the newbie said after a moment of tense silence. “Took me forever to find you.”

That’s because they hadn’t wanted to be found.

“What do you need?” they said, speaking more to their coffee than him.

“Nothing. But I’ve got something for you; thought it might be able to lift your spirits.”

Yeah, not bloody likely.

“No thank you.”

“Why not?”

Because they didn’t deserve cheering up.

“I messed it all up,” they said, and it felt like too much of an answer. Too raw. Too honest.

Their voice shook horribly. Pathetic.

“Nah, that was bad luck. Your plan was genius.”

“My plan failed.”

“You got everyone in and out.” He offered a loathsomely genuine reassuring smile. “That the museum spontaneously hired a different security team sucks. Not your fault though. No one could have seen that coming.”

They listlessly stirred their coffee with their cookie and laughed bitterly as it broke apart and disintegrated. Just like their plan. Nothing but lukewarm wet mush.

“I should have considered the possibility. I should have had another contingency plan. You don’t understand, do you? Knowing things, anticipating events, is my job. What good am I to my team when I can’t ever acquire crucial information? I almost got Tempest arrested.”

“But she wasn’t arrested.”

“No thanks to me.”

“You weren’t there,” he said, and somehow made it sound soothing rather than accusatory.

A beat of silence in which they forced another shallow breath into their lungs.

They wanted to scream. But they had to keep their frustration in check, be professional. The newbie didn’t deserve this kind of treatment. None of this was his fault. He’d done great. Without him there…

“Thank you,” they said on the exhale.

“We are a team, you know. You do the research, prepare the operation, brief us. You find us a safe way in and out.” As he spoke, the newbie scooped up a ridiculous number of cookies from the tray. “You’re not a field operative like Tempest and me. Reacting to unexpected events and new information in the field is our job,” he said kindly, then unceremoniously dumped the entire handful of cookies into his mouth.

Like this was coffee and cake at grandma’s and not him obligingly turning a blind eye to the fact his team leader was about to have a most unprofessional breakdown in front of him.

Gosh, it was so very hard not to judge him for his table manners. It was so ridiculous it almost startled a laugh out of them despite everything.

“For what it’s worth—” they tried for a small apologetic smile “—you did do a splendid job out there. I’ll make sure to inform Supervillain about that. I know how eager you were to work with her. I cannot imagine she’ll be best pleased when we turn up empty-handed … but I’ll do what I can to ensure this mess doesn’t reflect badly on you.”

Hazel eyes watched them closely while the newbie chewed and swallowed audibly. He licked the residue powdered sugar off his lips, off the tips of his fingers. The slight creases lining the outer edges of his lower eyelids bestowed a slightly impish quality to his gaze.

The only prominent lines on their own face were those born of frowns and brooding.

His was the face of someone accustomed to grins, smirks, and laughter.

He wasn’t grinning now, of course, but …

They’d expected him to be upset. Disappointed. Anxious, perhaps, that he might have lost his one chance to impress Supervillain. But, if anything, he appeared clad in an air of nervous excitement.

“Soooo,” he drawled, shifting his weight from one foot to the other. “Speaking of Supervillain … I was wondering. Why didn’t you tell us what we were to steal for her? Why weren’t we supposed to know until we reached Gallery 5?”

“No particular reason,” they said, careful to temper the displeasure creeping into their tone. “It was information you didn’t require prior to reaching the target location.”

The newbie pulled a face and visibly bit back what would have undoubtedly been a snide comment. Instead, he asked, “yeah okay, but what was it?”

“Hardly matters now, does it.”

“Actually, I really think it does.”

They scrubbed a hand down their face, sighed. “How so?”

“Say, what if—” he stuffed his hands into his jacket pockets and lifted his shoulders in a shrug “—I had, hypothetically speaking, ignored your final order, made a breezy lil detour, and used Exit Strategy A instead of B?

“And what if,” he continued, “I had, hypothetically speaking, grabbed a couple souvenirs along the way?” He gave them a sheepish look as he pulled his hands back out of his pocket, producing two messy piles of tangled jewellery and trinkets that he placed on the table between them. “Because, confession time: I did.”

And there it was, amidst all the precious metals and all the valuable stones, their target – the ancient, allegedly cursed, Amulet of the Mothers’ Sorrow.

All they managed was a choked, breathless laugh. Their head swam with so many questions and yet they couldn’t seem to locate enough words to form a single sentence.

The newbie began answering the most pressing of them – HOW!? – without prompting.

“Well. When I pulled that guard off of Tempest, I noticed that shiny keycard hanging right there on his belt, and … I nicked it. Just couldn’t help myself. Grabbed his communicator too. Also wanted to knock the guy out, but he got away.” He made a small disgruntled noise, followed by a snort. “But then the idiot ran down Corridor 14. Like, I don’t think he was even familiar with the museum’s layout.

“Anyway, I figured I’d have at least 4 minutes before he’d find the next phone or reach another guard. And even if he found a panic button, security would still have to regroup first. And with access to the staff elevator … reaching Gallery 5 would take me, maybe, 2 minutes at best. And there I’d already be in the perfect position to use Exit Strategy A.

“Long story short: I know a worthwhile opportunity when I see it. Of course—” and here his voice gained an unmistakable edge “—I hadn’t been told what exactly I was supposed to steal. So I had no choice but to stuff whatever I thought were the most likely candidates into my pockets, hit or miss, and make a run for it.”

He made a vague gesture encompassing his loot.

“Did I get the right one?”

“I—” They cleared their throat and reached for the dark amulet – a filigreed pattern, seemingly liquid, a mercury river delta, against a background of polished onyx – on a necklace with a rich green cord woven through a silver chain, and untangled it from the other treasures. It was so pleasantly warm still from when he’d carried it in his pocket, on his person. His body heat seeping into the palm of their hands as they cradled the amulet to their chest.

They could have cried. Or kissed him.

“Yeah,” they said, barely above a whisper.

“Well then,” he offered, amiably, “lucky you. And maybe next time just tell the rest of us what it is we’re going after.” A grin tugged on their new favourite teammate’s lips. “Merry Christmas.”

The newbie took a bow, turned with an exaggerated flourish, and, humming a festive tune, strolled off towards the exit.

They stared after him, transfixed.

On the doorstep, with the door already opened, he stopped and looked back over his shoulder.

“By the way,” he said, “you got it wrong. Supervillain’s cool all right. But it isn’t her I’m eager to work with.”

~~~

Epilogue: New Christmas Traditions

“How’s the plan for this year’s Christmas operation coming along, darling?”

Their partner came up behind them, slung his arms over the back of their office chair and around their shoulders, and let his upper body go slack. As he nuzzled against the crook of their neck, he leaned on them like a particularly heavy but not at all uncomfortable scarf.

“Almost done.” They scanned the markings they’d made on the map covering half their desk. “I know how to get us inside. Currently working on how to get us out afterwards.”

“My criminal mastermind. Always gotta have at least 3 escape routes.” Their partner chuckled, somewhere between fond and mischievous, and started walking his fingers slowly down their chest.

“I prefer ‘exit strategies,’” they said, and caught him by the wrists before he got the chance to fully launch his tickle attack. “The word ‘escape’ implies opposition or pursuit. Ideally – assuming a certain someone’s antics don’t negatively affect the quality of my work – we’ll encounter neither.” Nevertheless, they turned their full attention to him now. “But should something ever not go according to plan,” they murmured into his hair, “I know I can always rely on my partner’s quick wit and nerves of steel.”

He pressed a kiss below their ear. “Damn right. Those heroes will never catch us.”

“Partners in crime.”

“Partners in crime.”

They shared a hearty laugh and a few seconds of tranquillity.

Then they gestured towards a booklet half-hidden beneath a stack of documents. The catalogue of the current target’s exhibits. “Have you had a chance to compile your wish list yet?”

“Nah,” their partner said, “I think I’d like it to be a surprise. I’ll know which ones I want when I see them. You?”

“I have picked a few favourites.”

“Perfect,” he purred. “You can tell me all about them over dinner. I made lasagna.”

“Perfect,” they echoed.

And that he was indeed: absolutely perfect.

#secret santa #secret santa snippets #chaoticgoodthief #merry christmas #heroes and villains #supervillain #villain #rookie villain #villain x villain #strategist x opportunist #opposites attract #both are very good at what they're doing #partners in crime #perfect for each other #absolutely not supervillain secretly playing matchmaker #snippet #writing snippet #writing #my writing #writeblr

[platinumrosetail]

Pardon me, but could I ask for a JJK x Pokemon crossover request?

Where Trainer!Reader, who's a Ghost type specialist, falls through a portal and into the Jujutsu Kaisen world?

Pairing wise, romantic Gojo/Nanami/Sukuna, with the side of onesided creepy Mahito/Kenjaku. And platonic Yuji/Megumi/Nobara/ the rest of the students.

Ooh I like this idea! I always wondered what kind of story this could make 😁 also just a heads up i haven’t finished the game as i have been procrastinating it and just haven’t gotten used to the new features of this pokemon game yet so please bear with me.

Warning: noob author, male!reader, violence, and others.

Characters: gojo, nanami, sukuna, one-sided!mahito and kenjaku!geto.

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You were just battling a trainer when you got sucked into a portal that had randomly appeared behind you. You are a adult student part of the college education of the academy here in paldea and was also apart of the mission of defeating the gym leaders to become champion along with other missions like researching the titan Pokémon’s and taking down team star.

You most;y specialize in ghost types, with some if not most being dual tropes to help you along with your journey.

When you exit out of the portal and fell out of it and next thing you knew is that you’re in the hands of a white haired man with a blindfold covering his eyes, next to you is a care that was being driven by a male as you heard him yell frantically.

“Ahhh! What happened?! Why did a man fall into your arms, gojo?!”

“Hmm, i don’t know but he certainly is a cutie that’s for sure~” the man who caught you says while leaning close to your face which made you blush at the closeness and at the complement he gave you as it doesn’t happen often.

After the man in the care drove away somebody ambushed you two and started attacking , you don’t know if this was a pokemon or something else as you don’t think you’re in your world anymore which freaked you out at that possibility and start to worry on how to get along.

A blast from the wall next to you covered both you and the man that caught you which scared you to death as it would mean you… well you would be dead! But surprisingly that didn’t happen as both you and the man still holding you didn’t die like you thought you would.

They talked back and forth before the man holding you finally put you down to, you guess, fight the one eyed talking creature that is a ‘special grade’ whatever that is.

You decided to stay behind him and to hopefully not bring focus to you as the two fought to death.

After one attack smoke clouded your vision making it hard to see the one who caught you when you exited out of that portal, you hoped that he didn’t just dike as you need to figure out a way back home and way to survive this world with those things like whatever attacked you two, thankfully your savoring survived somehow which made you breath a sigh of relief.

“Ahh, we just went over this a minute ago!you a slow learner?” Your savior, which you still haven’t caught the name of waves the smoke out of his face while coughing a little. “This smoke is so irritating.”

After that you just focused on staying hidden as this is something that you don’t understand at the moment and you don’t want to get caught being dead yet.

You watched as the man that saved you wave his hand to demonstrate his point about this ‘infinite’ between him and the monster that attacked thinking that the man was dead when he actually wasn’t. The monster went to the man but you couldn’t see much else from where you were hiding which wasn’t much of a place rather you just sticking low to the ground, good thing your outfit has a bit of the colors that surrounds you three.

Next thing you know is that the man attacked the monster by holding his hand and punching him in the stomach, he continued doing it again and again to the monster before kicking him off the freeway.

You see a small orb of red at the fingertip of the man that saved you before you had to cover your eyes from the big flash of light, once you opened your eyes the man and monster was gone but then you see a trail of wreckage happening in the forest below of the road you’re on.

You decide to sneakily follow after them with one of your pokemon helping you out, ceruledge, you hope the man that saved you doesn’t die as you need to survive in this new world i until you can get back to your own.

Ceruledge carried you to where the fight between the two had ended up, which was a small rounded lake, though you also noticed a boy with pink being carried with one arm by the man that saved you, you and ceruledge stayed in the tree line as you can’t stand on water like the man and monster can.

Though you were shocked to see that the boy can stand on water and with what you were guessing from his reaction so was he.

You noticed that’s the monster was exploding like a volcano and guess that the man had said something that irritated him. You see that a circular structure had formed around the three which confused both you and ceruledge.

You decided to wait and play some games on your phone before you heard what astounded like shattering glass and no more curcular structure seen where last saw it.

“Cerledge, can you bring me to where they went if you can?” You got a nod from the human figured pokemon before being picked up and brought to where they went after the structure broke.

When you got there, the two seem to be getting attacked by another monster that hasn’t shown it’s face yet.

“Ceruledge! Cut that vine holding the boy and bring him to safety!” You commanded your Pokémon and received a nod as he went to do it.

You noticed another monster stealing the head of the first monster that showed up but what you didn’t notice was the the two were looking at you with narrow eye’s.

(I’m going to speed this along.)

Though while you were with man now known to you as gojo and the boy named yuji you never would’ve guessed that someone was talking about you at there secrecy hideout.

“And i see that you didn’t bring the man i had brought to this world?” Geto questioned the two as there was no passed out man like he had asked.

“Do you think i could’ve gotten him looking like this?!” The head of jogo that was in the arms of hanami yells at geto.

“What about you hanami? Why couldn’t you get him?” Geto asked the one armed cursed which brings out a series of words that are hard to understand if you wren’s them.

“Hmm, i guess you have a fair point. Just make sure to get him next time, and that goes the same to you, Manitoba, no fooling around if you do see him yourself.”

“Ok~ will do~”

You were introduced to the prince pal by gojo and was given a job at the school that kills the curses, that you now know is what those molnsters were, that rises in this world after a four hour interview.

Though some random things started to happen, like when you go to sleep you’re met with skulls of many dead things and water that was red, you hoped that it wasn’t blood but from the way things looked it might actually be blood, there you met a male sitting at the top of the pile of skulls and other remains, the male shared similarities to yuji and you wonder if he has some relation to the poor boy that was being trained by gojo.

“Finally we met again, (M/n)” the man says which had you confuse, both on why he knew your name and how he knew you when you never met him until now.

“I-I’m sorry, but who are you?” You asked confused and freaked out.

“Of course you don’t remember, those damned sorcerers, always ruining things for me.” The man whispered but you didn’t’t hear him as he was further away until he teleported to you which startled you at the sudden appearance of him being in front of you.

“Oh how i missed you, you were gone for so long and now you’re finally in my arms again.” He says as he fondles with a strand of hair, you get more confused about what he is saying as you never met him before.

“I don’t know who you are! You must have me mixed up with someone else!”

After that you woke up to it being morning. You continued on the day and even met yuji’s friends, nobara and megumi you treated them and yuji like you would with siblings/teen children and thankfully they liked you as well but megumi had a hard time showing it more than nobara which was fine as you still helped him with that.

Some time passed and you met nanami with yuji, some things happened and now you three are fighting a curse named mahito who freaked you out with all that he was saying and made you bring out your ace pokemon from the shadow that it hides in.

You also ended up saving a boy named junpei who was about to get turned into something that wouldn’t have lasted long if it wasn’t for you coming in and saving the boys from more trauma.

Giritina had brought mahito to it’s world of distortion and brought him out of it knocked out with several wounds before the same curse that saved the monster that attacked you when you came to this world saved mahito and was about to grab you if it wasn’t for the bloodlust that only it and nanami could feel coming from yuji which was originally from sukuna but in a way also from yuji as he doesn’t want to lose you like he almost lost his friend junpei.

(A/n: i hoped i did a good job on and hope you like it!! I thought of this crossover before but didn’t know how to get more thought process for it to become an official idea so this was fun to make though i did have to speed things along to get to the characters you had asked for so i hope you’re ok with that, and hope y’all have a wonderful day/evening/night!!)

#anime #various x reader #anime x reader #x reader stories #crossover #anime crossover #pokémon #pokemon crossover #jjk anime #jjk x y/n #jjk x reader

[livfastdieyoung69]

NO THREATS, SIMPLY PROMISES

APRIL 9TH, 2001- RAW IS WAR

TWO-MAN POWER TRIP & STEPHANIE MCMAHON VS THE HARDY BOYZ & LITA

It had gone too far.

At first, the match truly was as fair as it would have been with Stephanie and Triple H being involved, but as it continued Lita had gotten the pin over Stephanie, and it was clear to see the losing men were furious. Neither woman had been legal and like every wrestler would, and has, in their situation, they resulted to violence. The Hardys and Lita were brutally assaulted and left with no help- Y/N had been locked in the janitor's closet much earlier on in the evening thanks to Stephanie, which explained their hiatus from what was supposed to be their prior match.

It hadn’t taken them very long to give up on trying to get out, sitting on the grimy floor of the closet, foul thoughts wandering through their head of just what they would do to that trash bag of a woman. Luckily, the Holly family's adventure with the Hard Core belt had somehow ended up with Crash having the key and quickly shoving Y/N out to take cover for whoever the hell was after him.

“Hey! Hey, what time is it?” It hadn’t taken long to find a staff member, not giving their wobbly legs any time to recover from the new feeling of walking after such a long time.

“Where the hell have you been? The night just ended a couple of minutes ago!” Their response struck anxiety, the mans rude tone bringing more anger than they already held.

“Stephanie locked me in a goddamn closet, where's the Hardys and Lita? Did they win?”

“Sure, they won, but they sure as hell don’t look like it, ‘specially that younger Hardy. The paramedics are looking at em’.” Y/N’s jaw clenched, eyes hardening.

“Where’s Stephanie?”

“Um…I don’t think I should tell you that-“

“Where is she.”

And there she was. Alone, her husband leaving for the showers at just the right time, leaving her to simply walk to the halls. Alone. Not quite, though, Y/N was trailing behind her with fists aching to punch, knuckles yearning to bleed.

Resentment flowed through them, seemingly building as their breath became louder, giving them away to Stephanie who turned and quickly began to stumble backward with wide eyes at the sight of the infuriated wrestler.

“Y/N- I-”

“Really thought you were gonna get away with this, huh?” Words filled with such venom that it darkened their voice to what didn’t seem possible, Stephanie unable to even continue her stuttering and instead began trying to run. Yet she had nowhere to go, no husband to run to, just the empty halls echoing with her yells for help as Y/N caught up to her.

“You think you can hurt my man like that and get away with it? Huh? You think you can lock me away and it’ll solve all of your problems?” Y/N spoke with as much anger they were putting into their actions, Stephanie becoming louder the longer their attack lasted. Hands which lusted for blood wrapped around Stephanie's throat, forcing panic-filled eyes to meet their own.

“I swear to god, I’ll kill you. If any of you ever put your goddamn hands on him again, I swear to god, I’ll do it.” The words were whispered through haggard breath, and with the tightening of Y/N’s fingers it didn’t seem like they would get another chance to even try to mess with Jeff.

But the chance was ripped from Y/N just as they were ripped off of Stephanie and brought back to the chaos of the rest of the world, consciousness returning and only now realizing the many other superstars that had been surrounding them. Gripping at the hands that covered their torso in an attempt to get back at the women gasping for air on the ground, it seemed to be impossible.

“I’ll kill you! You hear me? I’ll fucking kill you!” With no way of escaping the grip of who held them- who was made clear to be Jeff from the familitary of the hold- Y/N continued yelling their promises while being dragged away.

“Stop. N/N, c’mon, it’s over. Y/N!” Jeff has started with a comforting whisper but with Y/N’s refusal to stop shouting, he resorted to the same. At their sudden stumbling back into his figure and the end of the verbal abuse, Jeff held them tighter. “Yeah, there ya go. It’s over, alright? I got you, baby, it’s over.”

“Sorry, sorry-“ They tried through rapid breaths but Jeff simply shushed them. “I hate her. I hate all of ‘em. Just hate when you're hurt. Hate it so much.”

“I know, I know you do. Doesn’t mean you get to strangle people.” The scorning only received a scoff and an eye roll, making Jeff’s hold move up, playfully and carefully wrapping around their neck, bringing their head to lay on his shoulder. “I gotta keep my eye on you, hm? Make sure you don’t start stranglin’ people on a normal basis?”

Y/N turned their head away in attempt to get away from the teasing, but Jeff grabbed their jaw in what looked like a rough way but truly wasn’t to continue the bantering. “Am I gonna have to hire Lita to watch you or somethin?” In thought of Lita being their babysitter, they couldn’t help but laugh. “Oh, there they are! Think you got possessed for a second.”

“Shut up!” The words were harsh, but filled with giggles as the couple finally began to walk to the exit.

“C’mon, baby let’s get you home, hm? Sure that devil comin’ out of you must’ve made you tired.” The comment earned him a shove, shoulder bouncing into shoulder yet the hand rubbing Y/N’s back refused to move. “Hey, where were you earlier anyways?”

“She locked me in a fucking closet.”

“Seriously?”

“Yeah, seriously!”

"Man, she's really got it out for you, huh?"

Y/N huffed, still feeling the remnants of anger returning. "Didn’t want me to be able to help you guys, I guess. Don’t think they're gonna be trying that again though."

“Yeah me neither. ‘Specially when I got my pretty little devil comin’ at people left and right for me.” And with a kiss to the head, the pair exited the building, leaving all blood thirst behind.

y/n kinda gotta little insane but we love em for it! someones gotta protect jeffro round these parts anways

truly cannot believe this only took me a couple (maybe?? I dont remember when i started this honeslty) hours my mind was just actually working today ig, dont really like the ending but thats always the worst part to write for me

Also that is the actual date they fighted and how it acutally ended and all that i always feel like i gotta do all that extra shit when i write

enjoy @aa33th3rrr <333

#jeff hardy x reader #jeff hardy imagine #LIV WRITES;*! #jeff hardy #wwe raw is war #wwe raw #monday night raw #wwe #wwe smackdown #matt hardy #wwf

[hollowsart]

I had to make the Morbius variant of Acedia into its own post, but here's some funny concepts n stuff I came up with while working on her with a friend.

Warning for topics with slight discussion and mentions of blood and vampirism.. cuz this is about a vampire lol

enjoy my thought process minus my friend's input that helped with a little back-and-forth to come up with this stuff:

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tfw you're just trying to get some fruit, but this weird ominous looking older man doesn't hesitate when he sees you holding the last perfect honey crisp apple in the whole store.

goth as a subculture apparently didn't exist until the 80s in the UK with the introduction of a specific genre of music. the subculture itself is just heavily music based. it's not fashion based, although most who listen to the music will end up wearing clothes that reflect the music or the styles of those who made the music.

But that's not to say Old Man Morbius couldn't dress very dated and have a more victorian style of dress. gives him that "gothic" look

he stands out from the rest of society at the time in the 50s and he doesn't do much outside of getting necessities and then going back to his penthouse.

there were rumors that he was a vampire, mostly from the younger crowds and some older folks who loved to gossip. Acedia didn't believe it, thought it was rude to spread such things about people without any real proof…. but it didn't stop her from feeling nervous.

boi howdy was she wrong to think he wasn't a vampire.

He followed her from the store and dragged her into an alley and attacked…. taking the dang apple she bought as he fled.

Acedia hating the taste of blood, but the vampire-ness is CRAVING IT.

I think we need a better explanation for "LIVING vampire" as currently, vampirism technically means you're kinda dead tbh. you're dead and you're reanimated differently than a zombie.

I did have a concept where vampires can still eat and drink other things besides JUST blood.

They can eat raw meats and possibly blood sausages, too. they lean a bit further into being carnivorous, but they're not cannibals (not to say there isn't at least one or two vampires who may or may not have gone cannibalistic due to some kind of trauma, but y'know--)

Vampires can go out during the day, but they require coverage from the sun. umbrellas, extra long gloves, big ole hats with massive brims. pants, long sleeves, long dress, etc.

most tend to be nocturnal, but will go diurnal if necessary or for any number of reasons they may have for being awake during the daytime. (like keeping up appearances and trying not to seem so out of place to the regular humans they live around)

AS IF I DIDN'T ALREADY HAVE A SUPER SENSITIVE NOSE AS IS

Morbius!Acedia is a silly fun "non villain" addition to this whole sinistersona concept.

she has no desire to cause harm and, much like Earth-4622's Morbius, she is more of a street-level hero. She uses this for good, not evil. and has her own issues to deal with outside of that world's "Spider-Man"

Acedia: (airhead extraordinaire)

you're not special, Morbius.

me, who knows I'm hungry and should get something to eat yet is still sitting there taking +1 damage every 3 minutes that I'm NOT getting up to get food: …….maybe.. I already AM a living vampire? ..just without the desire to drink blood?

me meeting Morbius and he's like "I haven't had blood in 3 days, I am going to kill someone--"

me: ? only 3 days? the last time I had blood was uhh… 4? 5? days ago?

Morbius: Morbius, now feeling terrified, knowing I'm a variant of him: ….How are you still speaking to me?

me: I have other means of food that tastes better than blood. smells better, too.

I get hungry fast, but I still sit there and tolerate the pain. sometimes I'll drink something to kill the hunger pains. that helps me pass the time.

#ghostie mumbles #I literally do not know what to tag this as and I don't wanna tag the m0rb #spidersona #<-- just for saving #//long post

[mandos-mind-trick]

About My OC: Lexa Edition

So I said a while ago I wanted to post some stuff about my OCs and I've decided to do it now, starting with my sweet girl Lexa.

If you don't know Lexa, she's from this fic here. Not really necessary to read before this, you could read either first. I'm focusing on her Padawan era right now since that's what we've seen of her story so far. I'll be updating things as I think of them and as her story progresses. Not really in any particular order, I tried to keep them chronological but that got too hard so things jump around a bit lol.

(I am learning to draw right now so I can eventually draw my OCs and you can see what they look like instead of just relying on my garbage descriptions)

About Lexa: 

Born on Ryloth in 38 BBY 

She has light purple skin with darker purple spots everywhere (think like Kit Fisto's spots in the CW show).

She's tall, like most Twi'leks are (like she's almost looking the clones in the eyes when they meet).

Has a traditional Twi’leki name so she shortened it to Lexa for the sake of everyone else

She likes to let people try and pronounce it. She thinks it’s hilarious when they fail horribly. 

Luminara Unduli was the Jedi that discovered her on Ryloth when she was two years old. 

Her parents always wanted the best for her so they let her go.

She doesn’t really remember them since she was so young when she was discovered. 

Baby Lexa was absolutely in awe of Aayla Secura when they first met and followed her around.

She’s two years older than Ahsoka so naturally they were close as younglings. 

Absolutely got up to shenanigans, mostly instigated by Lexa.

Also close with Barriss since Force healing is Lexa's jam.

Was absolutely raging when Ahsoka was being framed for the attack on the temple. She knows Ahsoka wouldn't do something like that.

Was heartbroken over Barriss and Ahsoka's decision to leave, but supported Ahsoka's decision cause she just wants what's best for her friend.

Plo Koon took Lexa on as his Padawan when she was 14, two years before the war started. 

This only brought Lexa and Ahsoka closer and Lexa became a sort of big sister to Ahsoka. 

Plo wouldn’t let Lexa join him on any missions or campaigns for the first few months of the war. (He's secretly glad after what happened with the Malevolence).

Papa Plo loves his Padawan though and absolutely bragged about her to his troops non stop.

Naturally they all know who she is by the time she finally gets to meet them and go on her first mission. 

Wolffe was a bit hesitant at first, after all a literal child is going to join them.

Definitely gets annoyed by her and her excitement upon first meeting.

But after five minutes of knowing her he decides he will shoot anyone and anything that causes her harm. 

She really wins him and the pack over after the battle when he lost his eye. I like to think it happened not long after Lexa joined, and of course she was ready to throw hands with Ventress for hurting him. 

This sweet baby did everything she could for him and he decided then that this is his child and he will protec and he will attac.

Lexa loves the clones as much as Plo and would fight anyone who speaks badly of them.

Wolffe had a full blown panic attack after their first battle because Papa Plo really let this little baby out on the battlefield with no protection but a lightsaber. Unacceptable. (Not that he doubts her skills but he’s heard far too many horror stories from Cody about jedi losing their lightsabers mid-fight.) 

He had armor made specially for her. She doesn’t wear all of it when she fights but she wears some protection to appease him. 

Wolffe painted the Wolf Pack symbol on it himself. 

Lexa definitely didn't cry when saw it. 

Really tries to think up a way to attach her saber to her hand permanently during a battle because he’s not about to have her lose it and put herself at risk. 

Puts up with the shenanigans she gets into with Boost and Sinker.

His trouble twins are already a pain in his ass and then add his pup in there and he's in for a long day.

Was not at all prepared for the first time Lexa and Ahsoka were together after a combined campaign with the 501st. 

Lexa has trouble sleeping sometimes and thus the cuddle piles are born. 

She overthinks a lot because of her perfectionist nature. 

Wolffe doesn't give compliments often but absolutely will compliment his little pup. 

Warthog was the one that coined the nickname as a joke since Lexa liked to follow Wolffe around in the beginning. 

It stuck and now everyone knows she's the Pack's little pup. 

Taglist:

@rosechi @bobaprint @star-trekker-0013 @wolffegirlsunite @jedi-hawkins

#star wars #star wars fic #the clone wars #padawan OC #star wars OC

[thegrandharveyspecter]

//Why is Ant-Man so important on a Suits blog?

[Valid question, glad you asked. Ya'll only know the story behind this blog and that my partner inspired it, but ya'll don't know the story behind Scott and I. Buckle up, kiddos, it's story time.

You know how people say things like: "I read this/watched this/found this/experienced this/etc. right when I needed it" or "this came to me at the perfect time"? That's pretty much what happened with Scott and I. I found him when I needed him most.

I didn't need him back in 2020 when I first started my "MCU journey", if you will. I didn't need him in 2021 or 2022. I needed him this year, 2023. I didn't know a thing about Ant-Man until this year when I watched his movies for the first time to get ready for Quantumania. I had seen him in Civil War, but that was ages ago and I forgot about him. Like I said, I didn't need him back then. I needed him now.

You might be wondering: "Why? What happened?" Long story short on that one; one of my friends basically ruined my life for a few months. And I'm not saying that for dramatic effect, I'm saying it because it's true. She threw a huge wrench in my life and I was miserable. It was hard to function properly.

On the other hand, I have a best friend who I hadn't seen or done anything with in 2-3 years. Years. It's not like we had a falling out, but I need a really good reason to leave my house. I need some kind of event or something. Guess what that was? Ant-Man and the Wasp: Quantumania. I may have known nothing about Ant-Man prior to this, but the trailers really intrigued me and I was willing to give him a chance. So very glad that I did.

I messaged my friend and she was so excited and happy that I asked her to go. By extension, that made me really happy because it'd been so long. The week prior, I watched the first two Ant-Man movies and pretty much fell in love. You can thank Ant-Dad for that. I love a good family dynamic.

I almost didn't get to go because I was really sick that morning. I think what happened was that I was psyching myself out, you know? It had been years, I hadn't left my house in forever, I was miserable for months and had been having constant panic attacks. I think that's why I felt so sick, but I felt great when I woke up again. It took like 5-10 minutes to convince my mom to let me go lol. Could we have gone a different day? Yeah, but I didn't want to go on a different day. I wanted to go on the day we planned.

Know something that really warmed my heart about this? When my friend and I were waiting for the movie to start, she said: "I was looking forward to this all week. I was thinking about it all day, even after your mom called and said you couldn't go." That was so sweet, because she wanted to be with my as much as I did with her. It was a great night all around and one of the best I had in months. It was great to be with my friend again and it was so much fun.

So there you have it. That's the story behind Scott and I and why he's so important. He helped me reconnect with one of my best friends and helped me start to get out of a bad slump. Because of that, I think Scott will always have a special place in my heart, not just Quantumania.]

#OOC #Grey Responds #Anon #Anon Asks #Scott Lang #Ant-Man #antvnger #story time with Grey #why Scott Lang matters #I tried to keep it short #but ya'll know I can't talk less than this #long post tw

[mozart-the-meerkitten]

CW/TW- Pet Death

So last night I asked for prayers for me and my parents because we'd had a really rough and emotionally trying day. I will now explain. This is, unfortunately, also a Kitten Update on my Bengal kittens, so if you've become emotionally invested in them and aren't up for reading this right now, look away and come back to it another time. Or just don't come back to it. Alright, disclaimer over, you've been warned.

Alright, I'm going to keep this as succinct as possible to try and limit how much I end up crying.

We took the six girl kittens to get spayed yesterday.

Tulip, the littlest kitten, Leeli's runt, had a heart condition we didn't know about. It's all but invisible, there are barely any signs and there is no way to know it exists without special tests being done which we never even thought to do because we had never had an issue with it before and we have had Bengal cats for a long time.

They put Tulip under anesthesia and during the procedure her heart just... stopped. They did everything they could to revive her, they gave her CPR, they gave her epinephrine, but it didn't work. She died.

The vet said she likely had a heart condition where the heart walls thicken and it takes more and more effort then for the heart to beat. My mom looked it up and usually by the time symptoms are visible the cat only has 3-6 months to live. There is no cure, all they can do is slow it down/improve symptoms.

I realized, and shared with my parents, that Tulip was already showing symptoms. She always tired out before the other kittens, she slept more than them, when she was littler she'd come and fall asleep on me because she knew I'd keep other kittens from pouncing on her. Two days ago I'd left Madia and Tulip in my room for maybe 10-15 minutes and they were waking up from a nap, so I assumed they'd be tearing around when I got back. They were curled up on my bed again and I thought that was odd, but...

But Tulip was little, she was the runt, there was no reason to question these things because they're not uncommon behavior for runts (being smaller they have less energy/stamina). And she was as fiesty as any Bengal kitten we'd ever had. A few days ago I saw her attack Farid, her brother, who is over a FULL POUND heavier than her, and start beating him up. She gained weight, she ate well, she acted like a normal kitten!

She was already showing symptoms at 4-6 weeks old, maybe earlier. 3-6 months to live (usually) after symptoms show up. Her heart stopped when she was 4 months old.

It was basically as if we'd had her put to sleep. She felt no pain, she didn't even know. She just fell asleep.

There was no happier kitten in existence than Tulip. That little baby would purr like a MOTOR if you were in the ROOM with her, not even if you were holding her, petting her or playing with her. She just purred ALL THE TIME. She was such a sweet little bug that you couldn't get mad at her. All she knew was happiness and love, and like my mom said, there aren't many cats or people that's true of. She had the happiest kittenhood, the happiest life that any cat could ever have. Her siblings knew that their baby sister needed extra TLC so they made sure to always snuggle around her, Madia went slower so her baby sister could keep up, they loved her, they loved her, they loved her.

Tulip was going to die soon, we just didn't know it. At least this way, God gave us some answers and reasons as to why. I told my mom yesterday that this was simply her span of days, and it was short but very bright.

I named her after a spring flower. Tulips have a short season and then they fade. Tulip's season was short but vibrant and full of life. And when I thought about it today, about if I would have rather had her just not be born alive so I didn't have to go through the grief of losing her after I'd known her...

I couldn't imagine a world where I hadn't experienced that baby's life. I'd do it all over again. Her span of days was short but bright and I was with her every day of her life. I was her forever. And I loved her and I loved her and I loved her.

This was not my fault, I did everything right, I have no regrets. Sometimes things happen that are out of our control. She would never have lived long, but I gave her the best life any kitten could ever have.

Tulip is buried in my Hideout, in the Gnarled Forest, next to Dora. There is no higher honor I could give her than that.

All the others kittens came thought surgery fine and are recovering.

#cw pet death #tw pet death #bengal cats #kittens #tulip the kitten #tulip #my heart is broken #but I literally could not imagine a world where I didn't know her #there would have always been this little hole in my heart where tulip should have been #her life was so so happy #madia is the most sensitive kitten and so OF COURSE she would notice tulip needed extra tlc #OF COURSE she would slow down and specifically play with her little sister #so she didn't get lost in the shuffle of eleven kittens #I have video of tulip purring she just- #she purred when we PUT HER TO BED AT NIGHT #she purred when I PUT HER IN HER CRATE TO GO GET SPAYED YESTERDAY #I scooped her up and cuddled her a minute because she was just PURRING #I just feel so wrung out today #I should be bawling but I think I cried all my tears yesterday #I just feel kind of hollow and sad now #on the flipside though everything makes sense #the little promptings I've been feeling about her since I could distinguish her from her siblings #how much attention I gave her even though she wasn't the kitten I was keeping #I have SO MANY pictures of her #I have more thoughts but I don't have the energy to dissect them all right now/ #I think I should make a post specifically about them #anyway #this little baby was so precious and she will NOT be forgotten #I had already had thoughts about a book series where she and madia were the main characters #she will NOT be forgotten