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Please Fix the Story pt 29- The Higher Realm

Next part. A little shorter, but I think part 30 or 31 may be the end of the official story, not counting any side parts. Wish me luck!

Masterpost linked here

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“Adonis is here.”

As I processed his words, I watched the glowing words: “Soul transfer 59% complete.“ fade away. Once they disappeared, I felt a surge in the strange dark power with me. I looked down at my hands, seeing a barely visible power coiling around them.

Finally, I broke past 49%! And I can sense this power better than before. It’s definitely growing, whatever it is... even if I can't use it still. Hopefully this become something useful!

“Bel? Are you okay?” Liam’s questions broke me from my thoughts, and I looked back at him, the brief flash of dark power fading back into nothingness.

“I’m okay. So Adonis is here? Already?” At the grim news, I rubbed my hands together in excitement. “FINALLY! It’s time to unleash my super secret trap!”

“Your trap?” Liam rubbed his shoulder, likely still feeling the pain from his gunshot wound from the lower realm. “Is this what you’ve been sneaking off lately to set up?”

“Yep!” I grabbed Liam’s hand and pulled him over to a carefully marked cleared area just far enough away from the cave to protect it. It may not be much, but it’s Liam’s home… my home. I’d rather Adonis stay far, far away from it.

Liam was staring down at our clasped hands with an absentminded smile, and didn’t seem to pay attention to our direction. Looking around once we stopped, he was clearly confused. “Why are we stopping here?”

“This is where we want him to find us.” I said with a confident grin.

At my words, Liam gripped my hand tightly, as if afraid that I would be taken away. His anxiety was almost palpable.

I tried to reassure him. “I’m not going anywhere.”

“Nothing good can ever stay here, Bel.” His eyes were filled with a sadness close to despair. “No matter how much I’ve tried to prevent it, everything here eventually withers and dies.”

“So do you want me to go back with Fart Sniffer McGee?”

He let out an involuntary snort at the silly, insulting name. “No I didn’t say that! I just…”

“Well, perhaps you should…”

A new voice spoke out as Adonis walked out from between the trees, standing in the small clearing in front of us. Seeing me, he smiled, a cocky expression. “Hello, Bel! Looks like your tamed monster recognizes reality better than you. Isn’t it time you admit it too?”

“There’s only one monster here," I said with a polite, distant smile. " And it’s not Liam.”

Adonis frowned. “Don’t deflect, Bel. The truth remains.”

“Truth?”

“What this villain said is correct: Nothing good can survive here. You don’t… you can’t belong here… you belong in the Higher Real. Even this beast knows it. You belong with me!”

“So you knew we were talking about you?” I turned to Liam, chuckling, “Look at him, so readily accepting of the new name Fart Sniffer McGee.”

“Very self-aware.” Liam nodded solemnly.

“Personal growth.” We both applauded politely.

He didn't seem amused at our antics. “SHUT UP!”

“Ooh, I don’t think he likes it.”

Liam shrugged. “We can think of others.”

“Ooh! A new one every day!” We threw out a few, each one more childish and ridiculous than the last. Once we reached “Captain Bum Nugget” however, Adonis finally snapped.

“I SAID SHUT UP!” He took a step forward with a threatening gesture, and I let out a shout of victory.

“FINALLY, YOU HIT THE MARK!” I quickly pulled a rope on the ground, and a net holding a load of large smelly... material... fell. Adonis was quickly covered head to toe, and was knocked to the ground by the weight of the net and its contents.

“…”

There was stunned silence, but it was quickly broken by my laughter. “That’s what you get! Did you really think you could waltz right into OUR realm without consequences?! Enjoy being smelly!”

I looked over at Liam, expecting him to agree with me… but instead he was staring at the… material… coating Adonis with a horrified expression. He then sat down on a nearby stump and slowly put his head in his hands.

“Bel…” He sighed as he spoke. “Do you know what that is?”

“It’s feces!” I answered cheerfully. “I assume from some sort of large beast, although I’ve never seen anything in this realm big enough to make poop like this! It took forever to collect it and set up this trap.” I thought for a moment. “It’s strange though, this has weird flecks in it, almost like tiny jewels… such an odd thing. Do you know which animal…?” I trailed off as I saw Liam’s shoulders shaking. Is he crying?

Liam finally lifted his head, laughing uncontrollably, his face bright red. After a long moment, he finally said “Bel, it’s very creative revenge, but… next time, why don’t we work together to plan it, okay?” His tone seemed resigned.

“…Sure.” I hadn’t expected such a big reaction from him, but quickly agreed.

Adonis finally recovered from his shock. “Bel, it’s time to go home.” His voice was low and intense, but the intimidation factor was incredibly dialed down by his feces-covered appearance.

“I AM home, Adonis.” I grabbed Liam’s hand again. “I’m staying here with Liam. In fact… we’ve just agreed to get married!”

Adonis lunged forward, but we took a huge step back, avoiding him.

“Cut the crap, Bel!”

“Ooh… poor choice of words!” I tried to high five Liam, who hesitated for a long moment, and then finally gave me one with another sigh.

Adonis was undisturbed. “Joke all you like. You can’t change reality with quips and funny words.” His face was distorted by a snarl. “I don’t know how you’re still alive, but even if you’ve found a temporary measure, it won’t last forever. You are a heroine. THE heroine. Your very nature rejects and is rejected by this realm. The longer you stay, the weaker you become. Even if you force yourself to remain here, then the realm itself will begin to destabilize and fade.”

His words struck like a blow. “You’re lying.” I whispered, wishing I believed my own words.

Adonis chuckled grimly. “I don’t lie, Bel. You and I don’t agree at all on a lot of things, but you know me well enough to know I don’t lie.”

“That doesn’t mean you tell all of the truth.” Liam finally spoke up, glaring.

Adonis didn’t back down. “Shut up, Monster.”

“Stop calling him that!”

“Silly, innocent, Bel.” Adonis laughed at my outburst. “What do you think Liam is?”

“Shut up.” I didn’t want to hear what he had to say.

“I already told you: I don’t lie. I call Liam a monster because that’s exactly what he is.” He grinned. “ A literal monster. Don’t believe me? Just ask him.”

I felt Liam shaking beside me and gripped his hand tighter. I knew Liam wasn’t human, but I don’t want to learn the truth from Adonis. Which means I have one option left:

“Yeah, I know.” I rolled my eyes, and stated nonchalantly. “Liam told me a while ago.”

Bluffing.

Adonis was taken aback by my confidence, but soon his eyes narrowed, studying me. “You don’t know. He wouldn’t tell you!”

“Think what you want.” I shrugged. “But I’ve been here a while… since you kidnapped me and dumped me here, by the way… and it would be impossible for Liam to hide his true self for this long.”

“You…”

“I know everything.” I lied, knowing almost nothing. “And I don’t care. I’m staying with him anyways.”

Adonis was silent for a long moment, looking at us both, his gaze dropped, focusing on our clasped hands.

“FINE.” He turned around, and I tried not to chuckle as he trailed poop on the ground.

But his next words stilled any desire to laugh.

“This place will either kill you or destroy itself. The end will come sooner than you expect. If you don’t care about all the countless lower realms and all their innocent inhabits out there that you are condemning to destruction by staying here, then at least care about your own well being, or your friend’s, as he needs this place to stay alive. If it fades... well, you know. I’ll come back to collect you once you’ve come to your senses.” He shook his head, and I felt a growing sense of dread. “Give up, Bel. You must accept your fate.”

He was gone, and Liam and I were left alone.

I let go of Liam’s hand, stepping away, and he reached out as if to catch me, his hand pausing mid-motion, his face pale.

His terrified eyes met mine. “Bel… I can explain.” Liam’s voice was hoarse, his eyes red, his hand still in the air, shaking. “Please… I’ll tell you everything. Just… just don’t hate me, please…not you too.”

My heart broke at his pain. I reached out, grabbed his outstretched hand and pulled him closer, hugging him tightly. “I don’t hate you.” I could feel his entire body trembling. “Not even a little.”

He stepped backwards, a small nervous smile on his face. “You say that now but… You don’t know my secret yet.”

“No matter WHAT you are, Liam. You are you. And that’s all that matters.” I held a finger against his lips as he started to speak again. “That being said. Why don’t you tell me in the morning? You and I are both tired, and I don’t really feel like hearing your biggest secret after Adonis the Poop King threatened us. Tell me in the morning, IF you really want me to know."

Liam’s smile grew, his whole expression lighter. “The morning then, I’ll tell you for sure.”

We separated to get some sleep.

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Fragments of worlds flashed through my dreams, one after the next, so quickly I couldn’t grasp what was happening. The few scenes it lingered on made me wish it hadn’t.

…

He was on the ground, bleeding from a gunshot wound. The growls of zombies could be heard in the distance. My eyes were blurred with tears.

All I could see was blood, too much blood.

“Liam.” His name escaped my lips.

“Sorry, I have to go first.”

More blood.

“Next time, let’s get married? “

…

Before I could respond I was in a new world, facing him once more. He was larger, more muscular, but too pale. Laying on a bed. Two small puncture wounds were visible on his neck.

“Liam… wake up.”

My hand, shaking, tried to check a pulse, hoping, praying to find it.

There was only the stillness of death.

…

World after world, flipping through too fast to remember. Finally, it stilled once more.

“Why do you always die, Liam?” I was crying once more.

He laughed a sad sound, but I couldn’t see him. His voice was above me. “That’s the fate of a villain, Bel. That’s the fate of a monster. I was never meant to be happy. I was only ever meant to be sacrificed for others’ happiness.” He faded away to nothing, and I was alone in the dark.

“Liam.”

*** YOU MUST ACCEPT YOUR FATE***

The blue words hung there, threateningly, and I backed away. The words followed, leaving me unable to run away even if I wanted to.

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“LIAM!”

I woke up in a cold sweat, struggling to sense what was real and what wasn’t. Breathing deeply, I pushed myself up, getting out of the bed, moving towards the center of our cave.

I wanted to find Liam.

I searched all the rooms, however, and he wasn’t there.

Panicking a bit, I walked out of the cave.

Thud.

Something small and white fell from the sky and landed at my feet. I looked closer. It appeared to be a white dove. Its neck broken. Blood pooled underneath it, almost staining my feet.

“What…?” Where did the dove come from, how had it survived in this realm? Why did it die?

As I watched on in horror, the blood moved and formed into words:

YOU MUST ACCEPT YOUR FATE,

I ran away. I was no longer sure if I was still trapped within the dream or if reality itself had gone insane. Nothing else mattered but my goal:

I needed to see Liam.

“Liam!” I called out again, seeing some traces along the ground and following the trail. I could hear movement up ahead, and Liam’s voice, talking seemingly to himself. The voice was familiar and not at the same time, spoken with a deep harsh tone.

“Okay, I just have to be calm, Bel said she doesn’t care what I am…. NO!… this is stupid, I should run away… but I can’t run away, that would mean leaving Bel behind… Maybe, I could take her with me? … YEAH! ... But wait... that defeats the purpose of running away to keep her from finding out what I am!”

I heard a loud growl and a thud. The sounds didn’t seem human. I slowed down, getting a glimpse of an enormous dark something beyond the trees in a large clearing ahead as his voice continued.

“Okay, just tell her the truth, and explain all the benefits… free heating source... free rides flying in the sky… umm… something else… Come on, Liam! Think, think!”

More crashes sounded out, and I hesitated to move into the clearing. What will I find?

I thought of my dream, of Liam in many forms dying in front of me. I thought of the bloody message scrawled out in front of the cave. I can’t back away now.

“Liam!” I called out, trying to keep my voice from trembling. “I’m here! Can I come into the clearing?”

I didn’t want to force him, especially hearing his anxious rants.

Liam let out a shriek, the sound mixed with a strange inhuman growl. “BEL?! Umm… so...you want to come into the clearing… I’m a little indisposed at the moment…”

“Liam.” My voice was soft now, but in the dead silence of the forest, I knew he could hear me. “I want to see you. I won’t run away.”

“…” The silence dragged on and on. Just as I was about to give up and walk away…

“You can come.” He sounded scared, resigned, but at the same time, determined.

“Are you sure…?”

“I’m sure.”

I took a deep breath and stepped forward.

Immediately I looked up, tilting my head back all the way upwards just to see his face. He was large, not quite as large as the ancient beast from previous the lower realm. If then he had been the size of a mountain, now he was the size of a three story house.

He was darker than the night sky above him, with shining scales interlocking in a tight armor.

Spikes rose up in a long row, bristling, protecting his back.

Large wings, with stretched leathery skin flapped nervously behind him.

A long winding neck, leading upward.

Teeth, enormous and deadly, protruded from an elongated scaly jaw.

And looking straight at me, unblinking, were his eyes, the vertical slit pupil set within a wonderful, familiar dark blue. The face seemed unsuited for showing emotion, yet I could see everything he felt within the depths of his eyes.

Nervousness.

Excitement.

Caring.

It WAS Liam.

Liam was a dragon.

I hesitated for a moment, and in that silence, I saw the fear bloom brightly within his eyes. His head tucked in, hiding underneath his wings.

“Liam… you’re a dragon?” I phrased it as a question, but he could be nothing else. “Wow, that’s really cool!”

"Really?" Slowly, his eyes peeked out from his wings. “You’re not just saying that?” It felt strange to hear Liam’s voice coming from this form, but it was the familiar sound that reassured me as well.

“Nope! I think you look very strong and awesome!” I reached out a hand and moved forward, Liam stuck out his head close, allowing me to touch the side of his face. The black shiny scales seemed softer to the touch than I had expected, the surface cool against my palm.

“You really don’t care? Even though I’m a monster?”

“I’d rather be in the company of a dragon like you than the kind of monster that Adonis is.” I shrugged. “I guess that says a lot about me.”

“Thank you, Bel.” His voice was filled with relief, and I couldn’t help but smile.

I settled in, asking, “Have you always been a dragon? Or did you start out human?”

"Always." Liam crouched down, keeping his head low towards the ground so I didn’t have to bend my neck to see him. “This is what I am. I’ve been like this since I was old enough to remember anything.”

“Were you always here, in this realm?”

Liam let out an angry growl. “No. I came from a different realm. One where dragons and humans existed together. I was young… very young, when I was taken away. Dragons tend to be solitary creatures, but typically they protect their young until they reach adulthood.” He sighed. “My parents, however, died right after my birth, killed in a large battle with humans. After that, I was being raised by my grandfather. He was amazing! He taught me what it meant to be a dragon.”

“Your grandfather raised you?” Is he…” I trailed off, unable to finish the question.

“Dead.” Liam’s voice was flat. "The System came to collect me. My grandfather tried to stop it… he was destroyed, along with my entire realm.” Two golden tears dropped from the dragon’s eyes. “I couldn’t save him, I couldn’t save anyone.”

“The System?”

“I don’t know what it is. It appeared as bright blue words written across the sky when I saw it. It’s what makes the portals… what creates the missions we see in the lower realms. It controls seemingly everything but at the same time seems to be interested in nothing. I don’t know if it’s a god or the devil or something else entirely… but I watched its power as it destroyed my realm.”

Bright blue words? Shuddering, I thought of the counter that only I could see. Is that the system too? I reached out, trying to hug the enormous dragon head. “I’m sorry Liam.”

“It told me I was born to be the ultimate villain, and that all others would derive their fate from me.” He sighed. “It said that the classic story was that of a hero, a princess, and the monster that kidnaps the princess. My fate was to separate them, and then be destroyed to allow for a happy ending.” He looked down at me. “Then I woke up here, alone except the occasional creature that tries to survive… they never do, not for long. This world slowly destroys them. Of course, most nights, portals would open up and drag me in.”

“Liam…”

“You saw my mission last time. They’re all like that. Lose everything, get severely injured… die. Every single one of them. The story of the lower realms can’t be complete unless there is a satisfyingly bad end to the villain.”

“Did you always follow the mission?” I couldn’t help but ask.

“Not at first. Especially when I was still very young, I struggled against it, tried to avoid it. I would run and hide and stay away. But then the lower realm would be destroyed, I would wake up here and the next world would open up shortly. Finally, I started to complete the mission as quickly as possible, so I could just go back home, and no one else would get hurt.”

I wished I couldn’t imagine it, but I could. I had been to countless lower realms with Adonis. How many of them had Liam been there, dying, getting hurt, just so that he could stop suffering and come back here? How many times has he chosen to die painfully, rather than let a lower realm be destroyed? I remembered him drinking the poison when we first met, his nonchalant expression at his upcoming demise.

“Bel, don’t cry.”

“I’m not…” My voice paused, as I reached up and felt tears running down my face. “I…”

“It’s okay, I’m used to it.”

“It’s NOT okay!”

“It’s my fate.”

“SCREW FATE!”

*** Soul transfer 73% complete. ***

I ignored the words, feeling slightly sick sight of the glowing blue letters. If this is the system, this… thing… kidnapped Liam and forced him into this never-ending hell. I can’t trust anything it says.

Liam laughed, his eyes happy. “Yeah, screw fate.”

I touched his face again. “I will protect you. I won’t let fate, or the System, or even Adonis win. We’ll find a way for me to stay here, and then find a way to avoid our fates AND save the lower realms.”

“…”

“What you don’t believe me?”

He blinked. “You still want to stay here?”

“Yeah… aren’t we getting married? Typically married people stay in the same realm of existence.”

“YOU STILL WANT TO MARRY ME?”

“Of course! Didn't I already ask you in the last lower realm? Out of the two people I’ve met in the higher realms, you are definitely the best husband material.”

“I’m a dragon.”

“And the other choice is Adonis.”

“… Fair.” He chuckled. “I believe you, but promise me: if we do anything to go against fate… let’s do it together.”

“Deal. Now let’s head back.”

“First, you’ll need blood.” He raised a claw, and bit it, dripping golden drops into a small bowl. He then was covered in a black smoke, and a much smaller, much more human Liam emerged and picked up the bowl, walking towards me with a smile. “Here you go.”

“….”

“Bel?”

“…”

“Umm….”

I finally forced out. “LIAM, YOU ARE NAKED!”

“Shoot!” He shoved the bowl into my hands and grabbed pants that had been neatly folded nearby, his face bright red. “Sorry, I forgot.” He paused and looked down at himself. “Everything I have should be normal for a human, right?”

“Liam… It’s fine… yes, you’re normal.” I coughed as he grinned with relief. “There’s nothing wrong, I just… was surprised.” I turned away and drank my bowl of blood, waiting until the sounds of changing had stopped to turn back towards him. He took the bowl and wiped it clean, and then held out his hand for mine.

As we held hands, he laughed again. “Sorry, I forgot you get shocked when I get naked suddenly.”

“This is the first time this has happened, though?”

He paused at my words, his eyes confused. “No… it’s happened before. You were an elf…” He shook his head, as if to clear it. “I can’t remember clearly.”

“Maybe you were flashing some other person?” I raised an eyebrow.

“No, I’m certain it was you.” Was his firm answer.

“Okay, sure… so, Liam?”

“Yes?”

“I have a very important question.”

“What’s that?”

“Was it YOUR poop that I dropped on top of Adonis?”

“…”

“Liam?”

“OH LOOK AT THE TIME! Let’s go home!” And with that, Liam dragged me out of the clearing and back to our cave, with me laughing the entire way.

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When we arrived, we came across the dead dove once more. Liam stopped in his tracks, staring down at it silently.

“Actually, this was part of why I was looking for you in the first place. It just flew down out of nowhere, and killed itself here.” I stared at the words written in coagulated blood. “Who would do this?”

“The System.” He spit the words out like a curse.

“Why doves… I thought it spoke in blue glowing letters?”

Liam was still staring down at the dove, and for a moment, I could see the dragon he was behind his human appearing eyes. “Doves have meaning.”

“Meaning?”

“Often a messenger of the divine, or for all-powerful beings… they are also seen as a symbol of peace. So to have one come from the heavens and kill itself, for the message to be written in blood….

“It’s a declaration of war.” I shuddered. “It wants to force us to accept our fate. Me to go back to the Higher Realm and play heroine with Adonis… you…”

“To suffer and die in an endless sacrifice for the happy ending.”

I squeezed his hand. “Neither is going to happen.”

He didn’t look away from the bloody message. “I hope you’re right.”

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Days passed.

Adonis, unfortunately, had not lied. Over time, Liam’s blood became less and less effective. I stayed in bed for most of the day, only able to do brief outings into the forest before having to rest once more. Liam grew increasingly frantic, increasing the dose and would have tried to drain himself dry if I hadn’t stopped him.

But I wasn’t the only one affected.

The edges of the realm were starting to fade into darkness. It took a while for us to realize, but when we came up to the nothingness, the emptiness where forest had once been, I was forced to confront the truth: I was dying. The realm was dying. I couldn’t stay.

But Liam couldn’t leave, except for the lower realms.

The portals became much less frequent, but I went with him each time. We tried to find ways to fix the worlds that completed both our missions, I tried my best to protect Liam from getting hurt.

We did not see Adonis again. He seemed to be biding his time.

Or he was so mad at Operation: Poop Trap that he is spending some time away from us. Either way, not too sad about it.

Finally, one day came. I couldn’t get out of bed at all. Liam stayed by my side, feeding me meat and mixed vegetables he had cooked. His cooking skills were fantastic now, but my failing body could barely appreciate it. I tried my best to eat, anyways, hoping not to worry him.

“Tell me what to do, Bel.” He whispered, feeding me another bite with a roughly carved spoon. “I don’t want to send you back there… but I can’t watch you die.”

“What if I would rather die than go back?” I asked. “Would you knock me out and send me anyways?”

Liam hung his head. “No. I won’t force you. I know better than most what its like to live with no choices. I can't send you into the same existence. If you choose to die...” His eyes filled with tears. “I’ll choose to go with you.”

“No…”

“That’s MY choice, Bel.”

I sighed. “Well, let’s try to avoid that ending then.” I started coughing, unable to take another bite. Liam out away the food with a solemn expression.

“Do you have a plan?”

“I’ve fixed countless broken stories. I always have a plan.” I tried to grin, but was too tired to maintain it for long. “I just need to make it to the next lower realm.”

I thought of the glowing blue counter I could see, and the dark power that even now hovered around my fingertips.

Hopefully this works. Everything depends on finding the right type of lower realm. I don’t have much time left, so I really hope the next one will have what I need. For both of our sakes.

After the discussion we fell silent, but stayed side by side, enjoying being together. A deeply uncertain future faced us, but at least one thing was true:

We were facing it together.

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That night, a new portal opened up. Liam, carrying me, stepped up to the red-rimmed glowing opening.

"Are you sure you want to come?" He asked in a worried tone.

"I'm sure. Once we're inside, I'll try to find you as soon as I can."

"Focus on being safe, first."

I smiled, resting a pale hand against his face. "I'll find a way for us to escape fate, Liam. I promise. The key to it is in this realm." It has to be.

His arms tightened around me. "As long as we're together."

"Together." I agreed.

He stepped into the portal quickly. As always, we were separated immediately after crossing the portal and fell into darkness.

I woke up, confused, looking all around me.

I was in water. Fish swam all around me, sunlight filtering through the waves and bouncing around them. Coral littered the ground, seaweed waving nearby, an intricate underwater garden. It was beautiful. A paradise.

And that’s when I realized I was breathing underwater.

Hmm… that’s not normal. I looked down at my arms. They seemed human enough, my hair coiling around my body. At least I’m not a fish or a sea monster. I thought, looking at the rest of me.

Then I saw my tail.

Ah crap.

I was a mermaid.

#writing #pfts #please fix the story #fantasy #liam and bel #this lower realm is the last one before the end.#hopefully next week will be when I finish this!!!!#wish me luck

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lilysbookshelf987 · 3 months

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New camper: Percy Jackson x reader (daughter of apollo)

A/n: thank you so much for giving this a read! This is my first time writing for the PJO universe so let me know if you like it! Requests are open! No NSFW or Smut! Enjoy

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"Good morning" Percy said tiredly, greeting his best friend Grover at the dining pavilion, taking a seat next to him.

"Morning" Grover replied, "hey did you see Annabeth on your way here? She's usually the first one here and I haven't seen her yet"

As if almost on cue she was walking towards the boys, an excited smirk painted across her face.

"Camp Half-Blood has a new camper!"

"What?!" replied Percy

"She showed up late last night, all alone. Chiron told me she had been hurt pretty badly but he took her into the infirmary and gave her some Ambrosia"

"She took it? So, she's definitely a half-blood?" Percy asked

"Yep! We should be meeting her later today" Annabeth was ecstatic, she loved new campers!

--time skip--

As the day went on there was still no sight of the new camper. Word had made its way around camp and people began to take their guesses as to who was her parent.

"I hope she's in our cabin!" A child of Aphrodite had said

"No! I bet she HAS to be in ours! Showing up without a Satyr by her side means she's a warrior"an Ares kid chimed

"As long as she's not in ours I dont care" a tired looking Hermes kid said.

It was almost dinner time when Chiron had found Percy, sparring with someone from the Ares cabin.

"Percy can I speak to you for a moment?"

"Yeah sure" he said, removing his helmet and recapping his sword.

"Im sure you've heard we've had a new camper join us."

"Yeah it's all over camp" he replied

"Ah yes. Well let's say she hasn't been thrilled to learn about her new family. Reminds me a lot of you when you first came here"

Percy thought back to his first few days at camp. He was confused, scared, angry, and very much overwhelmed.

"I was wondering if you could help ease her mind by speaking to her. You understand what she's feeling better than I can."

"And im not half horse" Percy smiled

"Yes there is that" Chiron chuckled

"Alright I want to meet her!" Percy agreed. He really did want to help, but he also knew how jealous Annabeth would be that he met her first. The two walked into the big house and there she was, staring down at her feet.

"Y/N, this is Percy, son of Poseidon. Percy this is Y/N. I'm sure you two will get long swimmingly" Chiron chuckled at his own joke, "I will give you two some privacy" with that, he left the room. Leaving the two teenagers alone.

An awkward silence filled the room, when finally Y/N broke the silence.

"Son of Poseidon, huh?" she asked

"That's me" he smiled, proud of the title he held.

"That's crazy, the gods don't exist!"

"They do exist. I know it all feels a bit insane at first but-"

"A bit?! My whole life i've had these things coming after me and I didn't understand why. I thought I was insane and seeing things, but apparently that's normal?! And my dad? The reason he's neglected me my whole life was because he was a god?! There's just no way"

"Hey, it's gonna be ok. I know how you feel. I felt like that when I first got here. All my life my dad wasn't someone I had thought about much because I had my mom, and thats all I needed. Then I find out that he's now the most important thing in my life? I had so many emotions, but if you just give this place a chance? I promise everything gets a lot less scary"

This seem to get to the girl. She started to tear up.

"Ok, i'll try." she whispered

"I'll show you around and it'll all be ok, I promise."

The two made their way around camp, Y/N was mostly silent. "The sun is so warm here, it's not like that where I'm from"

"Everything is a little bit stronger here."

"I can tell" she smiled

"So, do you have any idea who your dad might be?" Percy asked, careful not to poke at the sensitive subject.

"I think but I'm not sure. My mom used to talk about Apollo, a way she never did about other Gods"

"Ok then...then we have to find a way for him to see you! If he see's you, he'll claim you!"

"Yeah but how?"

"Gods dont claim you because they feel like it, you have to work for it" Annabeth said, inviting herself to the conversation.

"Y/N this is Annabeth, daughter of Athena"

"Hey" Y/n said

"Percy have you taken her to the archery field? Apollo kids thrive there"

"No I didn't"

"Seaweed brain c'mon!" Annabeth rolled her eyes, "Lets go" she led the two there and put a bow and arrow in Y/N's hands. The girl had fired it easily and hit the bullseye.

"Beginners luck?" y/n asked

"Go again" Chiron said, but before she could something came flying down at her, she shot it down easily.

"That could've killed us" Percy said, mouth agape, "and you shot it down with ease!" he said

"Look!" One of the campers said

Y/N was becoming engulfed in a bright light and a sun appeared over her head. She was now an official resident of cabin 7

#pjo #percy jackon and the olympians #percy jackson #annabeth pjo #apollo #greek gods #pjo x reader

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hughessdemon · 9 months

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pls can i request first time with jack hughes but its smut and fluffy? i love your writings

Here it is

Warning ⚠️: smut + fluffy ?

The fact is that, even though their relationship had grown - touching and kissing was not a problem anymore -, they hadn't have sex yet. It's not that she didn't want to do it with him. She just couldn't. Just. A million things would come to her mind when she started thinking about it. Her lack of experience, her self-confidence. She was really afraid of not knowing what to do. Not knowing how to do it. And the fact that this amazing boy, who seemed to love her enough to let sex off the table... well, it was simply overwhelming.

And there she was, again, reading him one of her fanfictions. Jack was sitting behind her, back against the wall. His nose was burried in her hair. It felt so good, she thought.

It was amazing how he could make her relax. She felt safe around him.

While she was reading, he gave her some soft kisses on her neck and was good. Jack also played a little with her ears, just for fun (he liked the way she laughed when he did that).

As she finished reading her story and closed her laptop, he opened his eyes and asked her:

"Is it over?"

"Yes" she said with a short smile on her face.

"But I was enjoying it... the story can't just finish right now"

"It isn't finished yet... I have to write more chapters to it. Relax." she said, making a funny face.

"Hmmm... So, why don't you put that laptop away for a while and give me a kiss, baby ?"

"I'll think about it" She turned her back and kissed him, softly. Then, she got up and put her computer on the sofa. She had some water and got back to his bed, sitting on his lap and kissing all his face, on all of her favorite spots. How was it possible that he tasted so good?

Jack pulled her body closer to his. With a hand on her back and the other on her head, lost among her hair, he kissed her lips deeply. It didn't matter how many times he had kissed her, it always felt like the first. He smelled like coffe. She loved that smell. It was almost hypnotic.

She stoped breathing for a moment. His hand touched the skin on her stomach and softly moved to her back, making her shiver. She was scared and her heart was beating so fast she could feel it. She didn't know what to do. She turned to face him. Jack was giving her that cute grin, like a child who's about to have a candy before dinner. She let him kiss her more passionately... even though her head was telling her to go back to her dorm room. As they broke apart from the kiss, he looked at her and she realized he saw the fear in her eyes. He understood what was going on in her head and, before she could say anything, he put his finger on her lips and said:

"It's ok, baby. If you don't feel confortable with anything just tell me and I will stop. I told you it is completely off the table until you're ready for it... I don't intend to do anything you don't want to." And he kissed her again. This time closer to her, holding her. Passing his hands all over her back .

And he smelled so good.

"I am ready" she whispered, closed eyes. "I wanna do it with you. Here. Now." she said, opening her eyes, finding his face so close to hers she could actually feel his heavy breath on her face.

At first, he seemed astonished. He definitely was not expecting for her to say that. She never saw jack with that face. He was looking into her eyes, trying to understand what had just happened. As if he couldnt believe what he had heard. She then realized she had said it aloud and started blushing.

"I don't want you to do it just because I wanna do it... or because you feel that you have do it" he whispered at her. His breath still heavy.

"No, Jack ... I mean it" and kissed his lips, a little smile on her lips. "I wanna do it with you"

"Are you sure?"

"Yep"

He smiled at her. Not any smile... one she hadn't seen until that moment. His eyes were sparkling... like she was the most beautiful woman in the world. She took a deep breath and kissed Jack .

She let him kiss her neck and pass his hands under her t-shirt. Big warm hands. They felt so good in her skin, she thought. She was so lost in her thoughts that she forgot to actually do something. When she realized she was there, just being kissed and touched, she started exploring Jack’s body as well. Don’t worry, I’ll go slow, but you need to tell me to stop if you get uncomfortable. Okay?”

“I promise,” your hands lifted his shirt up slightly, “can I?” He nodded, raising his arms so you could remove the material. You let your hands wander along his chest, trailing your fingers along the ridge of his arm.

“Does it hurt?” His breath hitched when you kissed the ridged skin tenderly. He shook his head in response, letting out a quiet reply.

“Not all the time, but your kisses make it better.”

You shrugged back at him, wrapping your arms around his back, leaning your head back to look up at him, “Tell me what you want me to do, baby.” He said, grazing his thumb on your cheek.

“Kiss me again.” He smiled and leaned towards you, you met him halfway. But you weren’t paying much attention until you accidentally butted heads with his. The both of you groaned and rubbed where your heads met. He looked at you, then the next moment you both burst out laughing.

“I’m sorry (Y/N), what a mood killer.” Shaking your head, your hands brush his hair away from his face.

“No, it’s not, it just means you get to do it again.”

This time was more successful, as his mouth began to wander. He traced kisses down your chest, taking a nipple into his mouth as his left hand cupped the other one. You gasped when he pinched the hard bud between his fingers. Your hands tugged at his hair, pulling him back up to kiss you. He groaned when he felt your hands trail down his chest and past the bands of his shorts. Reading your message, jack stood up from the bed and removed the rest of his clothing, then resuming his place above you. Your eyes grew wide when you took in his length.

You’ve seen it before, but this time it was actually going to go inside you. How the fuck was that supposed to fit? It was going to tear you in half!

“Hey, it’s alright,” he said, resting his forehead on yours, “we still don’t have to do this if you don’t want to.”

You shook your head, pulling on his hair slightly, “No, I want to do this. J-Just go slow, okay?”

He leaned down and kissed you tenderly, “Let me prep you first, okay? Just so it hurts less.” You nodded quickly, shivered when his hand made his way down to the apex of your thighs until he reached your entrance. He leaned forward and kissed your mouth softly, swallowing the moan that slipped past as he slipped the first digit in.

“You okay?” You answered him by pushing your hips against his hand. He slowly added another finger, continuing to pump them in and out slowly as to not to hurt you.

“Jack, please…I-I need you.” He pulled out and grabbed a condom from the nightstand. He was about to rip it open with his teeth but then dropped it when your nails trailed up his thighs. He shuddered at the touch, so focused on how soft your hands felt against him.

“Your hands…fuck they’re so soft.” He watched you intently through glazed eyes as you ripped the package open.

“Let me.” Without taking your eyes off his, you grasped his member and pumped your hand experimentally.

“Oh, fuck, (Y/N), s-stop. If you keep that up, I’m going to finish before you.” You removed your hand and slid the condom up his length as he held your head in his hands, kissing you sweetly. He pushed you back, so you were both laying down. He slipped his tongue past your lips, wrapping your legs around his waist. Your hips bucked up to his, using your legs as leverage to pull him down towards you. He grunted when his cock made contact with your ass. He pulled back shortly after, eyes locking with yours again.

“Let me know if I need to stop, okay?”

“I promise. Make love to me, Jack.” He pressed his lips against your temple, bracing himself on his arms , while his other hand slid up your chest to cup your face.

“Oh, Rowdy .” You gasped as Jack slowly slid into you.

“You feel so good baby,” groaning as he slid in the rest of the way, waiting a few moments as you adjusted to him, “y-you’re so tight.”

“No s-shit, Sherlock, glad to know your brain still works.” You replied, chuckling slightly as Jack glared at you. “You’re such a boner killer.”

“You mean this one?” Pushing your hips against his, squeezing your walls around him in the process. Now it was his turn to gasp, his hand losing its grip on the sheets as he jerked against you. A few seconds passed, then he got his bearings back together and pulled out slowly, pushing back in. He did this a few times before setting a steady pace.

“Fuuuck, (Y/N),” Jack groaned into your neck, the vibrations shooting straight towards your core, “you’re so perfect.”

#jack hughes #jack hughes nhl #jack hughes blurb #jack hughes game #jack hughes x reader #nj devils #jack hughes imagine #jack hughes insta edit #jack hughes wife #jack hughes smut

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diabolikk-loverss23 · 1 year

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Scenario 1: you break your fucking leg on the first day.

♤SHU♤

-You broke your leg tripping over him... like why was he by the stairs???

-He laughed a little too much

-You: "It's not funny." Him: "It's not funny, it's hilarious-"

You looked up at Shu from the bottom of the stairs holding your injured leg. Tears were definitely flowing and you were definitely embarassed as fuck... You did not wanna look weak in front of him.. He laughed quietly almost mocking you with how slowly he descended stairs. You attempted to crawl away gritting your teeth and bearing the pain heading for the front door. Shu finally caught up to you as you were using the door to try stand up and try to get out. He stood over you and placed his hand firmly on the door with a smirk on his face. "S-shu... please don't-" Laughing, he responded, "You can't run from me now y/n..." he completely planned to monopolize you for the day. He picked you up and teleported y'all both to his bedroom. Shu laid down holding you ontop of him. He bit you over and over again until you passed out from the pain, and fell asleep with you there.

♤REIJI♤

-Fell right in front of him while serving his tea

-you wanted to impress him so bad, but ultimately you're too clumsy

-He does patch you up; which surprised you at first.. however it was followed by a lecture

"Perfect." You smiled as you finished his tea. You were hoping to suck up to Reiji because he seemed the most reasonable. (In a house full of vampires that is...) You picked out the prettiest china set and made sure to keep everything perfect. Arriving at his door; you interrupted his peace with a knock at his door. "Come in." Opening the door nervously; you fumbled in. As you walked closer, for some reason your foot got caught up on the trolley holding the tea. The whole sequence felt slow motion as you fell landing directly on your leg. "OW- Motherfu-" You held your leg as Reiji closed his book and stood up with a dissatisfaction plastered all over his face. You felt your whole body get chills seeing his face with the most menacing glare. His cold expression froze you on the floor. Looking down to hide your embarrassment you quietly said, "I'm v-very sorry, Reiji-san.." He wordlessly examined your leg; letting out a sigh when you whimpered at his forceful touch. "Your incompetence truly knows no bounds. I'll have to train you properly; this was such a pitiful display." He picked you up and carried you to the counter in his science lab to help fix your mistake.

♤LAITO♤

-"Awe little bitch did you hurt yourself?~ You'll have to rely on me now.. hehe"

-Sadistic then nice

- You were running from his advances and fell really hard on concrete...

'SHIT SHIT SHIT.' You fell hard on the concrete outside the mansion. Laito finally caught up with you and your whole body was panicked. Getting caught by Laito meant anything was on the table. Despite his "loving/pervy" attitude he was definitely mean and cruel. "Ah~ yes.. that's the face little bitch..." He kneeled down and held your injured leg in his hand. He looked you directly in the eyes as he squeezed your leg with his vampire strength. You immediately cried out and he smiled even more than before. "Can't you imagine it little bitch~? You struggling and writhing beneath me in pleasure with your poor injured leg shaking as well... Ah~ I can picture it so clearly~..." He hastily picked you up and took you to his bedroom to fix up your leg. "You'll have to rely on me, my sweet little bitch~"

♤AYATO♤

- laughing so hard

-"You're my stupidest prey ever..."

-drinks your blood until you pass out

Ayato chased you pretty regularly, so this was no different than all the other times.. except this time, there was a rock. Yep. A rock. Why was this rock here? How did you trip on it? And why was your leg pulsating in pain afterward? You tried to stand up to run again, but you fell right back down and could not get back up. If there was a God, he definitely hated you. Ayato's laughter rang out, breaking the little silence that you had. You looked up at him with a displeased face, and he laughed even harder. "H-how stupid are you?? You tripped over a ro-" He couldn't even get his sentence out because of his bellowing laughter. He keeled over and held his stomach, mocking you in every capacity. "Okay!! You can stop laughing now, I need help!!" Ayato immediately stopped laughing after your small outburst, "And why should the great Ore-sama help you, Titless/melons?" His whole demeanor changed, and you got chills. "Y-you're right... I'm completely at your mercy, Please help me, Aya- Ore-sama." Ayato smirked and picked you up, "That's more like it." He bit you hard and teleported you to his room.

♤KANATO♤

- Terrifying.

-hysterical laughter

- "This is too funny, (y/n)... now there's no way you can escape me."

Dolls??? Human dolls???? Why did you have to pick the maniac?!? You were running from the horrific scene when you tripped and fell. Hard. "K-kanato... wait, I think I broke my le-" He cut off your sentence by laughing hysterically at you. You started crying, and Kanato stopped laughing. "Awe, poor little (y/n)... did you hurt your leg?" He cooed. You tried to calm down, but your fear was swirling your brain right now. He could totally kill you right now and turn you into one of those sick dolls.. You felt Kanato's cool hand run over your leg, and he cooed softly at you again. "Like a broken little doll~ I'll fix you right up.." You immediately started crying harder. "Be quiet!" He screamed and slapped you hard. You held your cheek and looked at him in silence. He picked you up and carried you to his room to patch you up. Singing softly as he did so.

♤SUBARU♤

- doesn't care at first, but then you started crying

- A big softy for your tears

-"Tch... Fine... I'll help you, I guess... but this is the only time."

You and Subaru had a weird relationship.. He had his anger problems, but he could be sweet when he wanted to. You had tripped over a stair while he was walking ahead of you. "Ow ow ow... shit..." You looked down and saw your ankle twisted. Subaru looked behind himself and saw you holding your ankle. "What the fuck did you do?" It's like he couldn't keep his eyes off you for one second without you messing something up. "I-I think I twisted my ankle.." he sighed in annoyance and walked back over to you on the floor. "Do you think you can stand?" He actually looked concerned for a second. "I-I don't know..." You tried but to no avail. "Fine.. hold out your arms." Subaru picked you up and carried you to your room where he patched you up. "Thank you, Subaru." His eyebrows furrowed in anger, and he leaned down and bit you hard. "I didn't do it for you. So don't expect me to take care of you or anything."

#diahell #diabolik lovers #shu sakamaki #reiji sakamaki #subaru sakamaki #diabolik lovers laito #ayato sakamaki #kanato sakamaki #reiji x reader #ayato x reader #shu x reader #kanato x reader #subaru x reader #laito x reader #sakamaki family #diaboys

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shinigami88 · 4 months

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Order of the clock tower

With the decay of angels arc slowly reaching its end everyone's expecting order of the clock tower as the upcoming arc.

Order of the clock tower has the potential to be in my opinion one of the best arcs we came across so far even better than the decay of angels arc.

Before anything the only things we know so far about them is their leader , some of the ability wepons they poses , and a little bit on what they are capable of .

First i would like to predict some of the upcoming characters of this organization before talking about the leader Agatha christie in a different post since there's a lot to say about her.

NOW onto some characters predicted to be in the arc :

Now that the leader is agatha christie i expect even more mystery authors to be in the arc : so that leads to the first character im sure would be pretty interesting to be here is

1- Arthur canon doyle : Well known because of his genius detective none other than Sherlock holmss definitely an amazing character to have in bsd , but.. We already have ranpo who is also based on Sherlock and assuming order of the clock tower being a villain Arthur wouldn't be good even if he presents himself as , So that leaves the question who would Arthur be based on? id say Moriarty but ! A mixture of all of his characters as well , First ,Moriarty since we need someone going against ranpo , but then again i would find it interesting for him to not be like Moriarty straight up and as the plot continues we continue to see through Agatha and Arthur's facades and they develop more into the famous villains both of the real authors wrote , while that would leave us with the question what would arthurs ability be ? Id say

Hounds of the Baskerville : Hear me out , its might seem hard but id say its the best ability for him to have, its easy to stick it to the great War , its not an ability to be figured out fast , can be absolutely powerful, because assagiri could give it a hallucination and a real part. Everyone hallucinating a giant Dark hound with red eyes hunting everyone and a mysterious mist turning dogs and other animals horrifying Perfect to annoy dazai and any other character arthur comes across , Id expect him to be based on John watson as well , having some medical knowledge since we could say he worked as a doctor in the great war so to make it short since i can continue even more about him which i will , it would be like this

Detective ( before war and a good character based on Sherlock )

Doctor ( when war broke out , based on watson got his ability got injured wasnt seen after )

Moriarity ( joined clock tower is now a villain yet he still is like Sherlock as well )

If he joined the agency' under cover it would be fantastic , with his perfect deduction skills he'd make ranpo competitive , and he sees a sherlock and kinda watson in yosano and ranpo ?

UP next theres Carroll yes

Lewis Carroll : everyone is expecting him so i thought about it and yes

He would be powerful and i like it

I hope his a Cat ... Almost all the time... But a powerful cat . yes, I want him to be like the Cheshire cat floating in the air and having the wide grin when he finds someone alone, yet his able to talk as cat , and have a mixture of all the powers in alice in the wonder land and his ability would be named Wonderland . yes

Oscar wilde : another awaited charcter i see..

Sorta based on dorian gray , hold one .. Blond hair, rosy cheeks pale skin blue eyes eternally young younger than everyone in the organization(but his older than that) yep fits order of the clock tower perfectly

He'd be a charmer, charming and fooling everyone until later we get to see more of him. He would be one of the most well liked members of the order of the clock tower , a smile bright like the sun. Eyes that are so beautiful for anyone who looks at them. Great taste in fashion. Yet his not fully like dorian since it would make him atleast to me a bit unlikable. Maybe mixture of his works? Or from some quotes i saw from oscar wilde he'd be humble and a bit wise not totally crazy like dorian. Okay so now we have the ability part. Maybe Picture of oscar wilde ? Or just The picture? Second one is nicer id say . with his ability he could make different painting of people and maybe gift it to them as time passes everyone see their crimes on the picture and would go insane . and if he dosent gift it he'd be able to know everyone crimes by looking at their pictures , maybe if he stabs the picture he'd do some damage . and could say if someone is alive or dead by looking at the picture( him and arthur also met )

Mary Shelly : hold on before anything i was a bit confused after storm bringer was ahem spoilers sorry , that Mary actually mary ?

If yes then its great ! Adam again i hope . but not good news this time and she could have even more necromancy powers and im up for it . builds the prophetic arm everyone is predicting fyodor to have yet she dosent know who she made it for and dosent share the incident with the other members. The job she was offered ( the prosthetic arm ) was requested by and unkown person ( sigma, id expect him to wake up know everything about fyodor and is now on fyodors side, its fyodors turn to have amnesia and sigma, welp dazai left him there idk i expect it not even nikolai came so now him and fyodor are a team? ) maybe its too much? But i find it fun

I have another one but ill make another post

ITS

JRR Tolkien : ( ability Lord of the rings ) he'd have all the rings.

I want him to be based on gandalf id be so happy

He'd be wise and a guide. Is like a parent figure to Agatha and Arthur is willing to help the agency but would attack if attacked . the main ring he uses is narya . agatha said they are sending an ability user to burn Yokohama down. Rings a bell? Some characters who have incineration abilities in literature are gandalf and smug . so that ability user was i hope tolkien. On his way to burn Yokohama down.

THANK YOU FOR READING 🌹🌿🌙

#bsd fyodor #fyodor dostoevsky #bsd fandom #bsd spoilers #bungou stray dogs #fyodor dostoyevsky bsd #BSD #order of the clock tower #bsd sigma #bsd dazai #bsd agatha #bsd theories #bsd thoughts #bsd chuuya

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peachbear88 · 2 years

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Heyyy I saw you were retiring for Sadie, so I was wondering if you could write a Sadie x reader, in like all too well (like r instead of Dylan). So maybe they fall in love while acting it ?

Idk if it makes sense but thank u <33

Pairing: Sadie Sink x Reader

Warnings: Kissing, fluff

A/N: Sorry, this was a little rushed :P

-=+=-

"So you want us to just dance around the kitchen?"

"Yeah pretty much."

You blink. Sadie glances at you. You stare back at her.

God damn, she's so beautiful. Those eyes, I could just stare into them all day-

"Soooo... Are you up for it?" Taylor sticks her head in between you two, snapping you out of your trance. Sadie stares at you expectantly.

You take a step back, shoving your hands into your pocket awkwardly.

"Yep, yep. Yeah, definitely." You scratch the back of your head awkwardly. "I'm just gonna," you point at an obscure corner of the set "head over there and prepare."

Sadie and Taylor watch as you leave.

"Is she... okay?" Sadie shakes her head.

"Nah, I think we broke her."

-=+=-

You're leaning against the counter, zoning out when something bumps into you.

You turn to see Sadie, watching you carefully.

"You ready for this?"

"Mm yeah. Yeah I'm ready." You gulp as her eyes bore into your soul.

"Are you sure-" Taylor's voice cuts Sadie off.

"And we're rolling in 3, 2, 1, action!"

You grab Sadie's hand, pulling her towards you. Her hair whips around as you twirl her. Suddenly, she comes in close, your faces almost touching. Your hands instantly drop to her waist as she wraps her arms around your neck. The tension is palpable. Her eyes never leave yours as she smiles lovingly at you.

You stumble backwards, letting go of her waist.

"Cut!" You lean against the counter, breathing heavily.

"Hey, are you okay?" Sadie approaches you, concerned. You feel her eyes scan your body, trying to diagnose the problem.

You inhale sharply, pulling away from her.

"Nah, I'm not feeling so hot today, I- I can't continue. Tell Taylor I said sorry." You quickly leave the set, ignoring Sadie's yells of your name.

"What happened?" Taylor approaches Sadie. Sadie's eyes never leave your retreating form.

"I don't know. I'm gonna go check up on her."

-=+=-

You flop onto your couch, groaning into the couch cushions.

"Why'd she have to be so fucking pretty..."

Someone knocks on your door. You don't make an effort to get up. The knocks get louder and more aggressive with each passing second. Sighing, you waddle towards your door.

"Listen, Taylor I'm really sorry but I just don't think I can continue filming today-" Your apologies die off as you finally notice the redhead standing in front of you. "Oh. It's you."

Sadie shuffles her feet nervously, not daring to meet your eye.

"Can I come in?" You hesitate before opening the door wider. She slips inside and you close the door. "What happened on set?"

"I told you, I just wasn't feeling well." You sigh.

"Bullshit." She turns to face you. "Y/N, you know you can tell me if something's wrong right? I'm here for you, really. We're all here for you." You grapple with your thoughts, conflicted. Sadie sighs at the silence, her head dropping. "It's fine. You don't want to talk about it, I understand." She moves to leave the trailer. "I'll just go," she mumbles.

You grab her arm before she can exit the trailer.

"IthinkI'minlovewithyouandIthinkyou'rereallyamazingandcoolandawesomeandIknowyoudon'tlikemethesamewaysoIhopewecancontinuetobefriends." The words flow from your mouth uncontrollably. You take a deep breath of air, gasping. Sadie gapes at you.

"Sorry what was that?" You gulp.

"Uh, it was nothing. Never mind." You let go of Sadie's arm but before you can flop back down on the couch, she grabs you by the waist, spinning you around.

"I was just teasing you." Sadie grins at your, her cheeks flushed. "I love you too you idiot."

Sadie pulls you in, your lips connecting as you freeze in shock before your body relaxes and you kiss her back.

-=+=-

"Gah, they're so god damn adorable." Taylor shakes her head as she turns away from your trailer and walks back to the set with a smile on her face.

#max mayfield x reader #sadie sink x reader #ziggy berman x reader

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abyssal-ali · 1 year

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Pixie Reviews: Nightwing vs Red Hood

Pairing: Jasonette

Rating: T? Idk

WC: ~0.5k

prompted/inspired by/for @boldlyanxious

enjoy, I wrote this in half an hour and it's not beta'd

Red Hood followed the young woman down the street, running across the roofs to keep her in his sights. She was talking animatedly into her phone, waving her free hand in the air at times to illustrate her points.

The man stalking her, steadily getting closer, seemed to have picked her as his victim since she was distracted. When the moonlight glinted off the man's blade, Red Hood decided enough was enough and swung down to intercept the assailant.

A swift blow was enough to knock him out, and Hood set about tying him up and patting him down. He found two wallets in the man's pockets and went through them to find identifying clues.

The woman still hadn't turned around at the muffled thump when the man went down, and with the street quiet now, Hood couldn't help but eavesdrop.

Okay he could maybe have not tuned into her conversation and used his helmet's superior tech to get a clearer audio, but sue him, he was curious why she was so animated and distracted.

“Yes, I conceded to your assessment of Nightwing's ass but I still maintain that Red Hood has a nice everything, Adri-” she finally turned around when Jason choked and started coughing.

“Oh merde, I've got to go. I'll call you back later, chaton.” She hung up and walked back to Hood.

“Are you okay? Should I call Batman...?” she asked hesitantly, as he continued to cough.

He held up his hand. “I'm okay, just breathed funny,” he managed. “But I could call Nightwing if you wanted to do a comparison,” he grinned, though she couldn't see it.

She squeaked and covered her face in embarrassment. “You heard that?”

“Yep, I was right behind you taking care of a would-be mugger. You might want to work on your situational awareness.”

Her gaze drifted to the tied up and knocked out man leaned against a building. “Ah. Thanks.”

“Soooo,” he dragged out the word and she glanced back at him. “You often debate Gotham vigilantes with your acquaintances?”

“Unfortunately. Several friends got quite into other cities' heroes after Paris.”

“Thank you for being on my side then...?” he paused, waiting for an introduction.

“Marinette. Dupain-Cheng. Ehm, it was my pleasure-no, I mean-” she broke off her rambling attempts to explain what she meant as he laughed over her.

“I'm glad to have someone on my side. May I walk my admirer to her destination?” he gallantly held out his arm for her to take.

“If it's not a problem,” she placed her arm through his and motioned in the direction she wanted to go. “Do you not have to patrol?”

“I was almost done, just checking for any pixies like you in distress. I can walk you home.”

“Pixies?” She glanced up at him in question.

“Small, mischievous, fairylike creatures.”

“I know what pixies are. You think I'm one?”

“I don't know, you seem to fit the bill pretty well: small, mischievous, and you looks rather fairy-like to me.”

“Just for that, I'm moving to Spoiler's side.”

“Nooo, how could you betray me like this?” Hood dramatically wailed. “Definitely a pixie, you're spiteful and fickle too.”

Marinette huffed and kept quiet.

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necromaniackat · 10 months

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Cruel Summer

Chapter 6: Plausible Deniability

Word count: 2.5k

The oppressive morning sun beamed down on you harshly as you paced the winding front porch that wrapped around the house. You chewed your thumb nail nervously. You chewed and you paced.

It’s been a few minutes since the person you called went into the house, armed with a crowbar and you were slowly losing your mind outside. You knew you weren’t alone in the mansion; someone or something was there with you. That’s why you sent someone in to look around. Someone who wasn’t supposed to be in the mansion is in fact in the mansion. Is it a squatter that has somehow eluded you for almost a whole twenty-four hours? You didn’t know and that drove you crazy.

You stopped pacing and chewing, you pinched the bridge of your nose as a heavy sigh escaped you. The not knowing was eating you alive.

You jumped a bit when your phone began going off in your hand, a small gasp filled the early morning quiet. You looked to see it was your mum once again. You swallowed hard and pressed the green button on the screen.

“Mum,” you greeted flatly. Your mum just talked to you less than an hour ago, you don’t know why your mum insists on calling you a hundred times a day.

“Where do you keep your bathroom cleaners?” She asked right off the bat. You were stunned out of the semi sour mood, and forced you to be baffled and curious. Your dark brows furrowed as you stared blankly into the foliage surrounding the mansion.

“What?” You perplexedly retorted.

“Where do you keep the cleaners for the toilet?” Yep, you definitely heard your mum right. You blinked a few times before making a confused expression to no one.

“Why?” You drew out.

“Because your bathroom is disgusting, Evelyn,” your mum announced stubbornly. Your confusion and curiosity swiftly swung to annoyed and disbelief in the blink of an eye. You put a hand on your hip as you looked around. You couldn’t believe it, it’s been a little less than twenty-four hours and she’s already abusing her privilege of having a spare key to your flat. You had a hunch she’d do something like this, but you believed it’d be after a few days of being away before she broke. It’s been less than a day.

You sighed heavily as the load of everything going on weighed on your shoulders; the weird things happening, someone calling your name and now there’s an armed human being hunting for the cause of said weirdness inside the mansion felt like the weight of the world. That piled on top of stress of renovations and the upkeep of the mansion at the same time made your mum’s invasion seem extra personal.

You licked your lips then shook your head in defeat.

“They’re in the hall cupboard, top shelf at the back,” you told her. Your mum chirped a thank you before hanging up.

‘I don’t know why I keep letting her do this. It’s hindering both of our growth. Mum won’t cut the umbilical cord and I feel too guilty to do it myself,’ you thought to yourself sullenly. You pressed your lips tightly together in frustration and you let out a loud throaty groan.

You damn near jumped out of your own skin when you felt a hot pressure caress your shoulder. You let out a loud gasp as you spun around to face the source of the hot pressure. In front of you was the average height man. His almost black eyes widened in surprise, letting the morning sun sparkle like black coffee in the morning in them. He jumped back a bit as well; raising both hands in the air in surrender, the crowbar clattering to the wooden floor.

“Whoa, Eve, it’s me!” Felix cried. The second you realized it was just Felix and not the intruder you punched Felix in the arm as hard as you could.

“Don’t sneak up on me like that!” You shouted in annoyance. His surprised expression changed into an amused one as he rubbed the spot you hit.

“Sorry,” he uttered through the side of his mouth as it curled into a half smirk. “–Anyways, there’s no one here. Every door and window is locked. There’s no trace of anyone besides you here.” You pursed your lips again and sighed through your nose, your arms crossing lazily under your bust. You were convinced there was someone else in the mansion with you. That terrified you. But Adam has taught you some of his combat stuff he learned while in the army. So, if there was someone else in the house, you knew how to defend yourself effectively.

“You seem really freaked out,” Felix commented accurately. You squeezed your arms as reassurance; if you didn’t look at how freaked out you were then you didn’t have to deal with it. If you don’t see it then it doesn’t exist.

All of a sudden your voice failed you, leaving you silently rocking from side to side while reassuringly squeezing your folded arms. You could only bounce your gaze around, never staying on one thing for too long, especially Felix. But you failed at that, your eyes more than once remaining on the observing man.

“I’m off today, how ‘bout I stay here for the day, to make sure there really is no one in the house,” Felix offered kindly. You felt your mouth curl upwards in a flattered smile.

“Are you down to do inventory?” You questioned with a cocked eyebrow. Felix ran his fingers through his dark unwashed hair, flexing his exposed bicep casually.

“I was doing inventory in the womb,” he jokingly bragged. You couldn’t help but giggle and shake your head.

The morning wore on, you and Felix were able to tackle the last of the figurines that littered the living room. Most of them were custom made or pure crystal. Although there was one casualty, a crystal Yorkshire Terrier took a nose dive off the shelf as you tried to reach above your head. You whispered it an apology as you swept up the broken glass before going back to taking inventory.

Of course you had actually put some clothes on; a pair of fitted short shorts that were high waisted and a black shirt You also tossed your hair up into a messy bun, leaving your bangs and two pieces of hair to face your face down.

Luckily, the morning wasn’t quiet; not in the least. Your grandparents might not have an up to date stereo; or one at all, but you brought your own. Of course you played your phone over the good quality Bluetooth speaker and chatted with Felix. Turns out you have absolutely nothing in common but you both enjoyed the other’s company. Felix was a major nerd in school, whereas you were the preppy prefect that almost everyone liked.

“So you were a popular girl,” Felix snidely commented, looking up from the notebook full of antiques and other oddities. You shrugged a shoulder then took a picture of a crystal penguin.

“I wouldn’t say popular,” you countered.

“Oh yeah? Who was your boyfriend in high school?” He quizzed, waving the pen around teasingly.

“I dated so many guys in high school,” you answered sarcastically with another shrug. At this point you were pulling his leg. You had one boyfriend all throughout high school. Charlie. And yes, he was on the football team.

“Were they all apart of the same football club?” Felix asked with an arched eyebrow.

“His name was Charlie and yes he was,” you replied mindlessly, taking a porcelain figurine off the shelf, examining it. From the corner of your eye you saw Felix looking you over closely. He was probably trying to find any hints that you were joking. He couldn’t believe that you only had one boyfriend all throughout high school.

“Okay, how many mates did you have in your circle?”

“I had a lot of friends,” you said honestly. Your jaw flexed when you realized he was right; you were the popular girl.You never thought you’d be the ‘it girl’. When you thought of popular girls you thought of the traditional blonde haired blue eyed beauties who were as vicious as they were idolized. You were never mean to anyone; you were a prefect, it’s your responsibility to treat others kindly and justly.

“You were a popular girl,” he joked chuckling. “Your kind never gave mine the time of day.” You scrunched your nose and shook your head.

“I hung out with plenty of nerds,” you stated confidently.

“Oh yeah? What are their names?” Felix quizzed playfully. You two had completely abandoned doing inventory to have this conversation. You opened your mouth confidently only for nothing to come out, because you couldn’t remember their names. It’s been less than a year since you last saw most of your peers, July of last summer was when school let out for summer and you finished high school. Today’s date is June 14th. How could you not remember their names? You joined them every Tuesday and Thursday lunch period in the art classroom for anime club from Year six to Year thirteen.

You fell into a guilty feeling. You couldn’t believe you couldn’t remember any of their names.

“Don’t beat yourself up, Eve. I know you’re a good person then and now,” Felix reassured with a kind smile on his young face. You watched his eyes squint as his smile beamed at you. His dark eyes sparkled in the light. He ran his fingers through his floppy, wavy, dark brown locks; brushing it away from his face. His bare bicep flexed naturally with the movement. You saw part of his back flex through the massive armhole of his dark grey graphic vest top. The band of his Calvin Klein underwear was visible through the same armhole. Of course he wore trousers; it would’ve been awkward if he’d shown up in his knickers. He wore a pair of baggy black video game designed pajama trousers that hung low on his thin but toned hips.

You shared a shy smile, brushing your hair away from your blushing face. You don’t know what it is about him that has you like this. You’ve been around plenty of extremely handsome men and never acted like this; but one teenage boy who works at the local shop in a butt-fuck-nowhere town has you acting a fool.

You caught yourself ogling him; immediately straightening your back and clearing your throat a bit.

“So, what was your clique in high school?” You asked, trying to gloss over your flirtatiousness. Felix chuckled as he finished jotting down one of the figurines on the shelf.

“My mates and I are the outcasts,” he admitted. You arched an eyebrow and looked him up and down in disbelief.

You and Felix both jumped when a loud bang came from above your heads. You both looked up to see the iron chandelier swinging a bit. You turned down the music from your phone, listening for any other noises.

“Maybe it’s a rat,” you hopefully concluded. Your hopes were dashed when the sound of footsteps crossed the room above you.

“That’s a big rat,” Felix added unnecessary. You began to follow the footstep, Felix followed beside you. The footsteps stopped for a moment near the middle of the room. You and Felix stared intently at the ceiling. That’s when the idea popped into your head. Instead of following phantom footsteps, why not go upstairs to see what’s causing them.

You quickly and quietly tiptoed out of the living room and into the foyer.

“Evelyn, where are you going?” Felix harshly whispered. You paused and turned to face him.

“I’m going upstairs to investigate,” you whispered back. Felix quietly groaned to himself before making his way towards you. You both tiptoed up the stairs; you could still hear faint shuffling coming from one of the rooms.

Your heart raced inside your chest as anxiety rattled through you. You don’t know what you’ll find upstairs or who you’ll find. You understood this was a very old house so it’s going to make noises as it shifts with the seasons. But the noises you’ve been hearing and the things you were experiencing since yesterday weren’t regular house things. How do you explain the the doll being in the house? How do you explain the food on the counter? Or the scrapbook this morning coincidentally opened to the page devoted to you? What about hearing someone shout your name? None of those are normal house experiences. At least if you’re supposed to be alone they’re not.

You took the final step up to the second floor; the shuffling sounds were still happening. Only now you realized they were coming from the master bedroom, your room.

You glanced behind you, Felix was hesitantly following close behind, in his hand was the crowbar he’d left on the sofa in the living room. You motioned for him to give it to you. He reluctantly handed you the crowbar. You brought the iron bar over your shoulder, both hands gripped near the opposite end tightly. You were ready to swing at whoever or whatever was in that room.

You silently approached the bedroom. You paused when the shuffling stopped; you were less that five feet away from the doorway.

After a brief moment of just listening and hearing nothing, you stepped into the doorway bravely. You gaze bounced around the room, trying to find the source of the noise. You inhaled sharply and fell back in terror. Your blue eyes widening with pure fear reflecting in them. Your jaw clenched, along with every other muscle in your body. You swore your hair was standing on end.

Sitting on the bench at the end of your bed was the porcelain doll. His hand in his lap as he stared directly at you with that neutral expression that told you nothing of what the real Brahms was like.

“Is that where you left him?” Felix whispered from behind you. You shook your head, never taking your eyes off the doll. Felix brushed past you, walking up to the doll with confidence in his step. He picked up the doll, examining it closely.

“It isn’t one of those creepy dolls that can walk on its own, is it?”

“No. It’s just a porcelain doll, no place for batteries,” you replied from the doorway. You felt a chill settle against your arms causing you to fold your arms under your bust and run the palms of your hands over the cold skin.

You arched an eyebrow when you watched Felix shake the doll after looking it over. He peeked under the doll’s clothes to make sure you weren’t fibbing to him.

“Where was it originally?” He inquired, looking over at you curiously.

“In a closet in the attic,” you chirped. Felix’s dark brow cocked. He studied you, hoping to find a hint that you were pulling his leg. But you weren’t so he didn’t. It’s been twenty-four hours since you arrived at Heelshire and already your mum was right, the Heelshire family dragged you into some kind of mess. You weren’t expecting it to be ghosts.

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daryl-dixon-daydreams · 2 years

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Drabble Master List (#3) (Newest on top!) - Updated 23 Dec 2023

“There are physical limitations to the things that I can do!” “I can’t ask her out now. I’ve been staring at her for way too long for it to be anything other than awkward and creepy.” “They work really well together.“ “It’s been a really long day.” “She cares about him, true enough, but care isn’t love.” “I think everyone noticed that.” / “Really?” “You don’t want to be friendly.” “Be you. No one else can.” “She’s not normally like this.” “I don’t want you to stop.” “Am I scaring you?” “You smell like a pond.” “I’m not wearing a dress.” “It’s easier to ask for forgiveness than for permission.” “Stay awake.” “I’m basically a glorified bodyguard.” “So, would this then be considered foreplay?” “Are you sure this isn’t personal?” / “Fuck yeah, s’fuckin’ personal!” “I know yer scared, but we can’t stay in this closet forever.” “Stop moving. I’m almost done.” “I broke my own heart before you could do it for me.” “He’s with me.” / “Actually, I’m not with her. She’s with me.” “It’s not easy admitting that you were wrong and that’s why I won’t do it.” “It took me a while to figure out that it’s me you should fear and not the other way around.” “You don’t mean that.” “Oh, fuck off.” “You want to know whether I really would have shot you in the face?” / “No, I would have taken you outside and then shot you in the face.” “Don’t fucking touch me!” “What the hell are you doin’ here?” / “Oh, just hangin’ around.” “I think she was flirtin’ with me?” “My fault. Should have known better.” / “She’d pin you in a second.” / “And I wouldn’t stop her…” “It’s not that I don’t want kids or that I know that I do want ‘em… I just dun think I’d be any good at it.” “Ya can’t put a cookie jar in front of a toddler and not expect ‘em to just go absolutely ham on it… Like—just absolutely fuck those cookies up.” “Is it serious?” “I slept. Just not very much.” “Are we in trouble?” “If you’re going to sneak out in the middle of the night, just use the front door instead of risking your life crawling out the window.” Doctor-patient confidentiality “You get one free hit…” / “What?” / “For earlier. You get one punch. OW—Fuck! What the fuck?!” “It’s tiny, isn’t it?” “It was a stupid idea in the first place.” “It’s okay. Bad things happen and that doesn’t mean they’re your fault.” “I came for you now.” “Are you crazy?” / “Could be. All signs point to it.” “Has she been avoiding me?” “Let’s talk after.” “This isn’t right. No, this—this isn’t right.” “No one gives a fuck anyway.” “OW! Was that fucking necessary? Shit!” “I’ll give you the benefit of the doubt because you were too drunk to stand straight…” “I didn’t know you re-defined the definition.” “You shouldn’t show your favoritism so openly.” “We have to get clear on the terms before we continue.” “We’re never out of danger.” “So, they’re fighting…” / “Yep.” / “What are you going to do about it?” / “Absolutely nothing.” “He’s a ruthless psychopath and you’re telling me it didn’t occur to you that he’s perfectly willing to kill people once they’ve served his purpose?” Forehead kisses and Daryl brushing your hair “You can’t be a decent villain without daddy issues.” “Why didn’t you tell me?” “Like ya were stealin’ the air from my lungs and the only way to get it back was to kiss ya or die… I had to…” “Are you alright?” / “No.” “People are always going to think of me one way. I don’t think I’ll ever escape my past.” “Nope. Are you taking care of yourself?” / “Pftt, you know me.” / “I do know you. That’s why I’m asking.” “Maybe I’m not good enough to do this. I got those people killed.” “You drive me crazy!” “Yeah, don’t talk shit to her.” “I don’t need you to be perfect to love you.” “You’re stubborn, bullheaded, and just obnoxious!” / “Well, what ‘bout you? You’re oversensitive and take offense too easily.”/ “At least I’m not callous and overly blunt!” “Hang on. I think I’ve got something.” “Let me help you.” “I wanted to disappear completely.” “You should wear my clothes more often.” “I don’t have time for this.” “Who gave you that black eye?” “What’s it matter. If our people can sleep at night I don’t mind the consequences.” “Is this what you wanted? Everyone dead at your feet?” / “No, of course not. What I wanted was you.” “Kiss her, man! I guess he’s got to process it for a while. He’s got some things to work through before he can get there.” “You look so beautiful.” / “Hey, thanks… I feel super sweaty and gross, so…” “Sorry for attacking you.” “I let you win.” “What’s the password?” “You don’t have to walk me home. No one’s obliged to play the gentleman after such an epically and traumatically terrible date.” / “I could use the air.” “Fuck it! You fix it!” “Are you gonna tell me?” “What’s the matter, sweetheart?” “One should be prepared for violence at all times.” “Kill the bad guys, save the girl.” “I don’t know what the hell I’m doing… It’s two o’clock in the morning.” “You’ve gotta make them scared of you.” “We can have this conversation a thousand different ways, a thousand different times. I’m not changing my mind.” “At least I can face my feelings like an adult! You balk and deny and run away like an undisciplined child!” “Yer datin’ a real scumbag, Y/N.” “After being rejected by the only woman he ever loved, he did what we all expected him to do—he absolutely lost his shit.” “Brace yourself.” “Somehow, ‘m more attracted to her now.” “What happened?” / “Nothing.” “Don’t ever accept a drink from a man you don’t know.” “You can’t protect me.” “What do you want? I should kill you for sneaking in here.” “Listen, of course we’re partners but not equal partners. I’m the boss.“ “You’re so full of hot-headed fire that you can’t see that you’re fighting the wrong battle!” “Ask me for anythin’, and it’s yours. Anythin’, I swear it!” “You did so good, amazing actually. I’m really proud of you. But now I want you to focus on gettin’ better, alright? For me.” “What’s making that sound?” “The smell of her hair, the taste of her mouth, the feeling of her skin seemed to have got inside him, or into the air all round him. She had become a physical necessity.” - Oscar Wilde “Are you blowing things up?” “She could have been your moon, but you were too busy chasing dimly lit stars.” “I adore the struggle you carry in yourself.” “Do you remember the number?” “This is a harsh, unforgiving world inhabited by harsh unforgiving people. Death can come suddenly and violently and—and goodness and innocence offer no protection.” “You are as quiet as the wind but demand attention like a storm.” “What is it that you’re going to do with me exactly?” “When you play shitty games you win shitty prizes.” “When you love someone you are sure. You don’t need time to decide. You don’t say stop and start over and over, like you’re playing some kind of sport. You know the immensity of what you have and you protect it.” - Nina LaCour “Some memories never heal.“ “What have you done?” “You couldn’t sleep?” “I just realized something.” / “What’s that?” / “I need sleep.” / “I’ve been telling you that for two days!” “You aren’t always very nice, you know.” / “I’m not nice at all. I’m even better.” “Let’s get out of here.” “Why hasn’t anybody gotten you a cloth to clean up your face?” / “Would somebody please get her a damn cloth!” “You aren’t quite right, are you?” / “To be fair, my childhood was fairly fucked.” “I’m sorry for what I said last night.” “Can I come in?” “I don’t have enough faith in the world for that.” / “You don’t trust me?” / “I don’t trust myself.” “What are you apologizing for?” “You can’t just sit there all day.” “Do you dance with the skeletons from the deep dark corners of your closet?” “Could I get a specific reason as to why it’s so important that I’m here?“ “Thumb wars aren’t fair when his hands are twice the size of mine.” “The only thing I need to do is survive.” “You’re covered in days’ old bloodstains.” “Oh, you are very dead, sir.” “Do I need to get you a child seat?” “Get your fucking hand off her.” “Sometimes people with the worst past end up creating the best future.”

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anific · 10 days

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Obsessed

Takigawa Chris Yuu X Reader

Fluff and Comfort

Warnings: None (?)

It was quite pathetic, really.

How were you able to spend so many hours on someone's Instagram account? And that someone wasn't even anybody important in your life...well in the current moment anyway

But it's just that you couldn't help it. You couldn't help but look through your boyfriend's ex's platforms

But in your defense, you just wanted to find out about her. But you didn't expect to act this crazy about it. It was almost comical how you seemed so obsessed with her if it wasn't so sad that you were trying to find reasons why they even broke up, and how you were able to catch your boyfriend's attention. Because how can anybody even compare to that?

You feel a sense of dread fill you as you imagine them acting all cute together. Can you do that? What if Chris wakes up one day and decides he wants to get back with her?

Lost in your negative train of thought, you didn't hear the door opening and your beloved boyfriend walking in with takeouts from your favorite restaurant. You didn't even hear him when he was calling your name

Chris walks up behind you to see that you are on a somewhat familiar Instagram profile, he also takes note of the way you are frowning as you scroll through her photos. Most of them he's never even seen since he had no contact with her since they last talked about their breakup

Well, it wasn't like that was his biggest concern, he was more worried at the expression on your face. Now, he wasn't a mind reader, but he could at least tell that there was something that was bothering you

"What are you doing?" You almost jump in surprise when you feel him rest his chin on your shoulder

"Just you know, looking through Insta." You reply cooly as he hums in response

"Is that all?" He asks

"Yep." You smile as you turn your head to face him but he merely gives you a knowing look as you sigh

"It's nothing important...really." You try to brush it off, but that is far from the truth. Insecurity was eating you up alive, you just didn't want him to think you were childish for getting jealous over an ex (Though in your defense, she was a definite catch)

"Alright, I won't force you to say anything." He says calmly, "But I hope you know that you can always talk to me." He finishes as you bite your lip, contemplating what to do. Should you open up to him? Should you just keep it to yourself?

"I-it's just that..." You start quietly

"Just that...?"

"Your ex is too amazing, you know?" You frown, fixing your sitting position on the couch to face him properly, "Just, she's so cool, pretty, talented, and smart! How is that fair? How can I compare to that? How can I beat that? How could you move on from that? Just how?" The words just kept on tumbling out of your mouth as Chris listened intently, not cutting you off and letting you speak out your thoughts

Once you were done, Chris remained silent for a few moments, waiting to see if there was anything else you wanted to say

"Is there more?" He asks softly as you shake your head and look away from him, too embarrassed to even face him

"Alright, I'll talk now then." He says calmly before softly making you face him

"You know I love you, right?" He begins as you nod, he was always sure to assure you he loves you after all

"I'm not going to disregard your feelings on this. But I've moved on from her, I don't even have any connections to her anymore." He explains as you listen to him intently, but still, you have a hard time keeping eye contact

"I'll say it again and again no matter how many time, and I'll prove it time and time again but I love you." Finally, you meet his eyes to see them have such a soft look. For you. Just for you.

"So...you really don't think of her?" You mumble as Chris chuckles

You frown at him but it soon melts when you feel his finger gently rub your cheek

"How can I when I already have you?" You blush at his words, you think that no matter how long you and Chris have been together, you don't think you'll stop growing so flustered when he was like this. So sweet, so soft, and oh so reassuring

"You always know how to put me at ease, don't you." You smile coyly as he hums

"I try my best." He smiles before leaning in and sealing the discussion with his lips, and just like always, he was able to make you feel loved.

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prettywhenibleed · 1 year

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𝕶𝖎𝖑𝖑 𝕱𝖔𝖗 𝖄𝖔𝖚 (Kill For You)

Pt 5

Fem!Reader x Paul

18+ ONLY NO MINORS

TW: Death, smut, language

This is the final part of Kill for you.

You spent the rest of the night cuddled up with Paul in the cave. You replayed what he had told you over and over again in your head. Paul and the others were vampires. You couldn’t believe it. I mean, you believed it, but it was just so crazy. Suddenly, you got a thought. “Paul?” You spoke up, breaking the silence between you two. The only sound in the cave up until this point being Paul’s rockbox. Paul looked down at you and smiled. “Yeah babe?” He asked. You moved out of his hold and sat up properly. “Can uhh. Can I see? Your vampire face I mean.” You asked him sheepishly. Paul got a sly grin on his face at your question. “Sure thing, sugar.” He said to you. You watched as Paul’s normally sweet face morphed into one that instantly made you think of a lion. You stared at his face for a few moments before you reached out your hands and touched it. He sat there watching you as your fingers traced along his face, letting out a noise that sounded like a purr as he leaned into your touch, closing his eyes. After a few more moments, Paul opened his eyes again and stared at you. “What do you think?” He asked, slight nervousness in his voice. You smiled at him. “Well, it’s definitely prettier than I was expecting.” You told him with a teasing chuckle. Paul laughed and wrapped his arms around you. “You think I’m pretty, sugar?” He playfully asked you, nuzzling his face into the crook of your neck, causing you to laugh. “Of course I think you’re pretty, Paul.” You told him. From the moment you saw him, you thought that he was the most beautiful thing you had ever seen.

Pulling his face from your neck, he looked at you again. “I almost forgot to tell you one of the most important things.” He told you with a grin, his face back to normal. You arched a brow quizzically at him. “What’s that?” You asked, curious as to what could be more important than him being a vampire. “Well. With vampires, we have mates.” He told you, his expression turning soft and loving. “And you’re my mate, y/n.” He finished. It took you a few seconds to register what he had just said. Your face quickly broke out into a large smile. “Really?” You asked. Paul nodded his head. “Yep. Which means.” Paul pulled you onto his lap and rested his hands on top of your thighs, running his hands up and down them. “You’re stuck with me forever.” You swore that in that moment, you felt like you could cry with happiness. You reached your hands up and held his face in your hands, pulling him in for a kiss, but right before your lips connected, you stopped. “Good.” You whispered, then closed the tiny gap.

Paul’s hands travelled up your thighs and to your hips, giving them a soft squeeze as you both deepened the kiss. You moved your hands to wrap your arms around his neck and tangled your fingers in his hair. You felt Paul subtly, or not so subtly, pull at your hips in an effort to get you to grind against his lap, which you reciprocated by moving your hips yourself. You could already feel him begin to harden beneath you, sending nervous and excited butterflies into your stomach. With you now willingly grinding against him, Paul moved his hands up further, sliding them underneath your shirt and pulling it up with him as he continued to move them up further. Paul could hear your heartbeat pick up at his actions. Prying his lips from yours, Paul looked at you. “Is this okay?” He asked, wanting to make sure that you were okay with this and that he wasn’t making you feel pressured. “Yeah. It’s okay.” You reassured him. While yes, you were nervous, you knew that you wanted this. You wanted Paul.

Giving you a smile, Paul moved back in to continue the kiss. Things progressed pretty quickly after that. Soon, you were laying down on the couch with Paul, or more specifically his head, between your thighs. His hands gripping each of your thighs as he slid his tongue up and down your pussy, stopping at your clit to give it attention, pulling moan after moan from your lips. A sound that he wished he could hear for the rest of his life. You tangled your fingers into his hair as you came closer and closer to your orgasm. Knowing that you were close, Paul released his grip on one of your thighs and brought it down to your entrance where he slid it inside and started, slowly at first but soon picking up speed, pumped it in and out of you. Soon, you felt the knot inside of you that had been building up, finally release as you came. “Oh, fuck, Paul!” You called out, your voice almost echoing through the cave.

Paul worked you through your high as you slowly came down. After a few moments, he crawled on top of you and kissed you. You wrapped your arms around his neck and your legs around his waist. You soon began to feel Paul start to rock his hips against yours, needing his own release. You arched your back and brought your hips up to meet his. You could feel his hard cock rub against your now very sensitive clit, sending shocks of pleasure through you. Paul kissed down along your jaw, making his way down to your neck where he stopped. “You ready for me, sugar?” He whispered into your skin. “Mm, yes.” You said back to him in a desperate whisper. Paul reached down and lined himself up to your entrance, slowly pushing his cock into you. Just when you thought he was done, he went even further, filling you up completely. He let out a moan of relief as he finally bottomed out inside of you. He stayed like that for a moment, letting you adjust to him before he started to slowly rock back and forth inside of you.

“Fuck, you’re so tight, sugar.” He said in a gruff moan. Soon, he was pumping in and out of you, his speed picking up more and more. Leaning back and getting onto his knees, Paul moved your legs so they were now slung over his shoulders. He watched as your breasts bounced with each of his thrusts. You were getting closer and closer to your next orgasm. “You’re getting close. I can feel it. I can feel you squeezing me.” He said, only bringing you closer to the edge. “Mm Paul, please. Fuck, I-” You couldn’t even finish your sentence, as your orgasm hit you. “Fuck!” Paul said as he felt your pussy squeezing and milking him, bringing him to his own orgasm. Paul thrusted into you a few more times before stopping, carefully bringing your legs down as he slowly pulled out of you and laid down beside you, pulling you into him.

After a few seconds of silence, besides the panting that came from both of you, Paul kissed you. “I love you, y/n.” He said to you, bringing his hand up to stroke your cheek, smiling at the lazy smile you gave him. “I love you too, Paul.” You replied, snuggling into him even more. Paul laughed at how adorable he thought you were right now. He was happy that he would be able to have moments like this with you more often now. Well, he would have moments like this with you for an eternity, now that you knew what he was and you being his mate. You both laid in each other's arms for a while longer before getting yourselves cleaned up and dressed. Paul still didn’t want to take you back home, especially not after what had just happened. He wanted you to stay there and cuddle with him for the rest of the night and all day, but he knew that he had to take you home so you could pack your things to move into the cave.

Walking out of the cave and making your way to his bike and hopping on. You wrapped your arms around Paul tighter than normal, your legs feeling a little like jelly still. “You ready?” He asked, looking back at you with a grin. You nodded to him. “Mhmm.” You hummed with a smile. Paul turned back and started his bike and you leaned your head against his back. After getting back to your house, you and Paul gave each other a long and lingering kiss. “I love you. Stay safe. I’ll be here to pick you up as soon as the sun goes down, okay sugar?” Paul told you. You nodded and kissed him again. “Okay. I love you too, Paul. I can’t wait to be away from here and be living with you.” You said, causing Paul’s face to break out into a large grin. “I can’t wait either.” And with that, Paul was off.

You snuck back into your house, your parents already having gone to bed. You made your way into your room and quickly but quietly, you took out the suitcase that was under your bed and started to pack. After packing what you wanted to take with you, you slid the suitcase back under your bed and went into your bathroom to take a quick shower before you would eventually pass out in bed.

The next morning, you woke up with a new sense of excitement and hope blooming in your chest. You couldn’t wait for the sun to go down so you could run away with Paul. You got up and headed to your bathroom, getting ready and then going back to your room to do what you told Paul you would do. Lay low. Everything was going fine until about midafternoon. You were just laying on your bed, reading a book and waiting for the sun to finally go down, when you heard your mom call you downstairs. You froze for a moment, debating just grabbing your suitcase, climbing out the window and just running off now, but you knew that you would get caught before you could even get down the road. So, reluctantly, you walked over to your door, opened it, took a deep breath and walked downstairs.

You found your mom in the kitchen, an unnaturally sweet smile on her face. You felt uneasy as you looked at her. She spoke with you for about five minutes about, well, about nothing really. It was really weird. She had never really acted like this before. Usually when either of your parents spoke to you, it was with disgust and anger, not….. Whatever the hell this was. Soon, you found out the reason for her strange behavior. Your dad came down the stairs with your suitcase in tow. “Look at what I found under this little shits bed.” He said to your mom, bring the suitcase into view for her to see. Your mom’s previous sweet, albeit fake, smile, morphed into anger and hatred. “You bitch. You really thought that you could run off, huh? You thought we would just let you leave?” She spat, stalking closer to you. Soon, you were boxed in by both parents. You felt a wave of pure fear course through your body. “No, I-. Please-” You barely got your words out before you were struck.

The sun had finally gone down and Paul was out of the cave, on his bike and on his way to your place. He could barely contain his excitement as he got closer and closer to your house, though his excitement was soon turned into dread and fear as he saw ambulances and police cars outside of your house. He watched as a body was being brought out of the house on a stretcher and your parents crying as they spoke to a policeman. Paul instantly knew what must have happened and it took everything in him not to go over to your parents and rip their hearts out, right then and there. Paul watched as the body that he knew was yours, being lifted into the back of an ambulance. He watched as the doors shut and he watched as the ambulance drove off.

Paul felt almost numb. Almost, because the indescribable rage that he felt was still very much there. He parked his bike off to the side where it wouldn’t be seen and watched and waited for everyone to leave. Everyone except for your parents. After what felt like hours, they were finally alone. Paul started by crawling in through your window. He then went around the house, being sure that he wasn’t spotted, and started to make little noises here and there to scare your parents. As this went on, their fear grew. He then decided that it was time to reveal himself to them. He dropped down from the ceiling and landed behind your dad. Your mom screamed as she saw him. He spent the next few hours torturing them mercilessly. Making sure they felt as much fear and pain as you had. He didn’t stop until he could barely hear their now faint heartbeats. He leaned down to your parents' faces, his own monstrous face practically snarling at them. “Why?” Your mom weakly breathed out. “Because you took her away from me.” Was all Paul said before he ripped her heart out. He then moved on to ripping out your dad's heart. Paul didn’t bother feeding on them, they weren’t even worth the meal.

As the years went by, Paul never did recover from losing you. Night after night, he found himself reliving memories of you in his head. Tonight was no different. Well, that was what he thought. As he stood with his brothers around their bikes at the boardwalk, he saw it. He saw you. He couldn’t believe what he was seeing. He was then struck with the faint memory of something that Max had told them. It was decades ago. Max had told them that, while it was rare, sometimes mates could be reincarnated. Paul felt something that he hadn’t felt in a long time, something he hadn’t felt since you had died almost twenty years ago. He felt hope.

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kaelenlen · 2 years

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It won't happen again

Theme - angst to fluff, established relationships, kaeya x gn! Reader, not proofread, belittling yourself(dont do that loves), hints of insecurity, hurt/comfort

This is just one the spot angst its shit its long my hands hurt but this mf story hurts me ah shit i forgot mentions of wife becos that blueberry wants to marry you mfシ︎

Excited, walking down the halls of the favonius headquarters directly walking to Kaeya's office, a bright smile on your face, practically itching to see the blueberry gentleman, speeding up your pace you finally arriving infront of his office door, "Is Captain Kaeya busy right now?" you ask the guard who was outside his office, finding out hes not busy just helping Jean with her work load, nodding eagerly you didn't hesitate to knock before going in. Slowly opening the door, Kaeya took the notice of someone walked in " Hi Kae do you have time? I wanted to show you something" slightly looking up, seeing a bashful smile plastered on your face.

The cryo user sighed "Sorry y/n but Im kind of busy with these papers" motioning to his work, "could you show me later yeah?" he said with his typical smile, turning his attention to the papers. Standing there almost awkwardly and disappointed, now trying to convince him "Kae please? It's really something that I wanted to show you" walking up to his desk cautiously with a faint smile, definitely your cheery mood almost completely faded away, "Darling, I need to finish these, Jean wants them before lunch break and-" looking at the grand old clock he sighed "damn it its already almost lunch break, y/n please I need to finished this its urgent" Kaeya added slightly getting more irritated clearly his day was not the best today, "yes I know its important but just this once can you take a day off?" almost desperately pleading.

"Y/n, I already told you I'm busy can't you see here?" he said irritated, emphasising the busy slight harshly "yes I can see that but-" Kae slightly laughed "Your really are persistent today huh? You want me to take a day off when I took a few days off just a week ago barely taking time for me and now you want me to take a day off?" he spat harshly, almost glaring at you.

Your composure was great, being calm and collected, but your body wasn't with aligning with your facial expressions, your shoulders tensed, slight stiff from his sudden sharp remarks. "Yes I know that I was busy with my work so I-" before even finishing your sentence he interfered "listen, I know you wanna show me something but can we do that later hm? I have to fucking finish these papers so I can see it sooner don't you think?" he finally said, with the fakest smile you have ever seen from him, definitely his mischievous self was nowhere near to be seen, huffing his breath, Kaeya got back to work, standing there stunned at his statements, lowering your head nibbling you lower lip nodding in respond "I.. See, well then I should be going then Im not gonna bother you now Kae" you said hurrying to get out of his office.

Running his hand in his blue locks, Kaeya finally finished his duties for the day, though the argument was still fresh in his mind, clearly seeing how stiff you were. "ah shit, I need to talk to them" wincing at his actions earlier "yep I messed up didn't I huh" talking to himself more, standing up from his seat hoping you already forgot about the argument. Quickly going to yours and his shared house, Kaeya was welcomed with a dark living room and silence. This broke the blueberrys' heart, 'Ah.. It was more important than I thought it would be..' thinking that what you had prepared for him you really took the time for it only for him to snap at you. You see your not always like this in arguments, yes you and Kae had a few arguments though theew mostly banters or something minor about it but rarely it was serious, biting his lip he went inside, taking off his fluff coat(?) heading to the kitchen getting some water and going to the couch to sleeo for the night was his plan but no there was a surprising for him,, A table for two with a perfectly organised meal with a small cake with the phrase saying 'Happy Anniversary to us!' and a small box assuming was your gift for him, seeing what was arranged infront of him, he definitely regretted what he had done earlier and to add it up he even completely forgotten your anniversary, a heavy feeling in his chest, felt his heart shattered at the scene, walking towards the table now seeing a letter from you,

Hey love,

You might see this when you come home or when I'll show you but happy anniversary! I made us a dinner date, since I was so busy with my work and all so I decided make a homemade dinner plus a some wine I got! Though thank you for being with me and putting up with me and my shit dear, I truly love you remember that mr smooth talker

Your wife lover,

Y/n ♡︎

A single tear fell on the paper, noticing that he was already crying, you made all of this for him? "and I.. I messed up and dismissed them when they were so.. So ecstatic to show me" he sighed slouching covering his face with his hand, regretting everything, seriously how was Kae so lucky to have you as his lover? He didn't deserve that nor you. Standing up deciding to go to your shared room to see you were there and to his surprise you were asleep already, opening the door slowly, trying not to wake you up, walking next to your sleeping form, Kae saw a wet patch, oh "were they crying?" he furrowed his brows as guilt grew in his chest, he hesitantly placed his hand on your hair and kissed your forehead "Goodnight, snowflake. You deserve a to rest after my outburst" he chuckled lightly, feeling sorry for you. He was about to pull away from you until he saw sleepily waking up, "Hm.. Kae?" another piece shattered from his heart, your voice was dry, indicating you just cried not too long ago, still he smiled sweetly at you "Yes darling?" entertaing you while you were still half awake "when.. Did you came home?.. Did you see the.. You know" you said with closed eyes, whispering the last part, repositioning you self unsure what to do.

"Yes I did, I'm so sorry that I forgot all about it y/n I was so focused on my duties and completely dismissed you" sitting next to you as he pulled you into his lap, resting his head on you shoulder he kept muttering apologies and how he didn't deserve you, "oh Kae.. You know its fine besides you should priorities your work before anything else" you said sweetly almost baffling Kaeya, with your self-belittling sentence "oh snowflake don't say stuff like that about yourself, your my first priority" he clearly stated, pulling you closer, holding your waist tighter but you hugged him back as well.

"What do you say I make it up to you in the morning darling?" He added kissing your nose, smiling softly nodding at the suggestion "thats nice" smiling as you cuddle into Kaeya's chest falling back to sleep.

"I promise I won't forget any thing important to you snowflake"

#kaeya x gender neutral reader #genshin impact #genshin x reader #genshin angst #kaeya angst #Hurt comfort #angst to fluff #anniversary #Reader #reader angst #fluff

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freyaswolf · 1 year

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For years, I lived in bewildered befuddlement regarding the musical musings of Taylor Swift. I usually listen to rock or metal, so her brand of pop was not a part of my usual lineup. However, I gained lovely friends here on Tumblr who swear by our Lady TayTay, so I decided I should check out her stuff. But there was SO MUCH, I didn't even know where to start. Luckily, my dearest mutual and actual friend, @idontgettechnology , took pity on me and made me the most amazing playlist to get me started. She titled it Taylor Swift 101, with a description of "Class is is session bish".

I spent today working my way through it, and it was a revelation! I took notes, cause that's what you're supposed to do in class, so here are my highlights from the 56 song playlist. I know I'm missing out on years of lore regarding TSwift, but I'm eager to learn. After a few more listens I may even be ready for the 201 level of this class lol

Notes below the cut, to save your scrolling thumb 😜

Ok, here we go! (I'm pretty sure these are in the intended order, and mostly these are first impressions)

1. Fifteen: wow, this took me straight back to highschool!

2. Teardrops on my Guitar: yep, I'm already hooked

3. Fearless: UGH!!!!

4. Tied Together with a Smile: FUCK!

5. Whitehorse: Holy shit!

6. Cold as You: DAMN!!!

7. You Belong with Me: (SCREAMING) I'm officially invested!

8. Stay Beautiful: 😍😍😍

9. That's The Way I Loved You: FUUUUUUCK!!!

10. Come Back, Be Here: I'm dead over this one ☠️

11. Sparks Fly: EHRMEHGHERD!!!

12. All Too Well: DUUUUUDE!!! I think this is about Jake Gyllenhaal? Also, OOOUUUUUCCCHHH, I can feel her pain!

13. Dear John: EW! Girl, he's a toxic ass narcissist! Babygirl, you need to ditch those boys, get you a girlfriend instead. I volunteer as tribute, or I would if I wasn't too old and boring lol

14. I Almost Do: 🥺🥺🥺🥺

15. Enchanted: Oh the feels!!! Also, my personal head canon is that this is about Chris Evans 😜

16. Red: oh boy, have I been here!

17. Long Live: THIS IS SUCH A GREAT SONG! OH MY HEART!

18. Blank Space: HA! I love this song!

19. Out of the Woods: girl does not have normal relationships

20. How You Get the Girl: OOOOF! I mean come on, she's literally giving instructions!

21. Bad Blood: Fuck you song if ever I heard one! "You made this mess, you know that right?" Kinda vibes

22. Clean: (hand over heart in salute) I feel you sis!

23. Wonderland: Love this! Also, who is this green eyed boy she keeps mentioning?!

24. Look at What You Made Me Do: love this! "Fine, now I'm the bad guy" vibes 🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤

25. This Is Why We Can't Have Nice Things: BAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!! DUDE!!! LOVE THIS!!! 🤣

26. Gorgeous: Love this! UGH SHUT UP YOUR PRETTY FACE! Also about Chris Evans lol

27. Getaway Car: Damn, I've had a few of these, and yeah nothing good happens in a getaway car. Doomed! Lol

28. Dress: HOT!!!

29. New Years Day: Oh my heart!!!

30. The Man: FUCK YES!!!

31. The Archer: wow, exhausting/exhausted, this poor kid!

32. London Boy: FUCK. (This totally made me think of JQ) lol

33. Paper Rings: LOVE!!! ❤️❤️❤️

34. Cruel Summer: relatable lol

35. Cardigan: Sobbing 😭

36. Ivy: UGH! Made me cry!

37. Exile: FML. SOBBING. FR UGLY CRYING.

38. Champagne Problems: this girl needs a hug

39. Illicit Affairs: OUCH!

40. Coney Island: 🖤

41. Hoax: I am bereft. I feel like I just broke up with all of my exes at once.

42. Gold Rush: definitely about Chris Evans. Also the way I flirt, if you're too perfect, I avoid and ignore. And if I can't do that, I heckle.

43. Tis the Damn Season: FEEEEELS!!!

44. Mirrorball: she needs all of the hugs, and some real friends.

45. No Body, No Crime: I would absolutely hide bodies for her. I would die for her.

45. Betty: I have questions? Also, I 🖤 when she says fuck.

46: Evermore: I liked it, but I didn't have a definitive "note"

47. Antihero: HA!

48. Maroon: I really love it when she says fuck. It may be a new kink for me.

49. Lavender Haze: I really want her to get a girlfriend.

50. You're on Your Own Kid: SO GOOD!

51. Bejeweled: FUCK YES!!!

52. Mastermind: 😈😈😈 I've done this. This is me.

53. The Great War: bonded like war buddies lol

54. High Infidelity: Feels decidedly Hellcheery

55. Would've Could've Should've: DAAAAAMMMMNNN!!!!

56. Dear Reader: WOW

And I am SPENT! This was a rollercoaster of emotions, and I enjoyed the whole fucking time. I am now a ride or die T Swift fan. Dude, I had no idea. Thank you so much MJ for this guided tour, I had the best time today! 🥰

#my introduction to Taylor Swift #idontgettechnology #she loves me and she gives the best presents #taytay #tswift #taylor swift is amazing #and an angel #and we don't deserve her #i can't believe i just said that on the internet #i still also love Metallica though lol

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tsuki-sennin · 10 months

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I LIIIIIIIIIIIIIVE!

Uh... I have no real justification or excuse as to why I've been slacking on these, but uh

Well, I just didn't feel like doin' it. Whoops. I spent practically every waking moment of the past couple weeks replaying Pokémon Rejuvenation, so... Y'know, you get it right?

Anyways Geats! He's Geod, I think. Not pronounced "Jod". Back into it I go. Twofer special~!

Spoilers, I guess...

-DGP is out the door.

-Now everybody knows.

-Hello, Sis. You're still here~!

-Well, I made my bed last episode, I might as well lay in it. Zagizuki reporting for duty, Geats-P.

-The OP has changed once again. Just our main four now.

-Sara-san~!

-...there's something really funny to me about Keiwa considering the idea he just lost his Driver in the couch cushions.

-Oh hai, Buffa~!

-...I wonder if Buffa's construction company had Keiwa's resume in their system?

-Oh, Ace gave it back to everybody, huh?

-That means we might be seeing Sumida and Morio soon.

-...also in case you were wondering, yes I have seen the trailer with Grandpa Tanba and Sae-neesan, I'm not totally out of the loop!

-Can't repair ID Cores, huh?

-He hungy

-Oh my god, he's putting all that away.

-Tsumuri-neesan.

-Hah

-I have to wonder just how much older Tsumuri is than A. ...y'know chronologically, I know there's a four year difference between Kan-san and Aoshima-san.

-Oh, we ballin'

-...I get really nervous when I see people skateboard without helmets.

-Oh hello, copper.

-Oh, Jyama Time!

-They didn't even bother cleaning up the Jyamato.

-That is profoundly neglectful.

-Geats can board, huh?

-Boost! Mk. IX!

-OH HE SMALL

-Ace~!

-Buffa and Keiwa appear!

-Oh okay, guess we're talking about this with these skater dudes out in the open.

-"Don't worry, I'm in charge now."

-No reward other than satisfaction.

-Neon's finally striking out on her own properly this time!

-"It's fiiiiiine, right?"

-I can respect that.

-Furnitureless behavior.

-Girls day out!

-Wiiiin, hello!

-Even God is broke in this economy.

-The pearly gates are made of tapioca.

-DGP Geats Style.

-I see Keiwa still harbors a measure of resentment for Mama Mitsume.

-Jyama Garden!

-Is that sap? ...please tell me that's sap.

-An interloper!

-Those're man tracks.

-Can't put Kamen Rider on your resume.

-...come to think of it, I wonder if you could say you were officially employed as a Rider? Like, say, as a user of the Birth System or one of BOARD's agents. You definitely would be able to if you were employed to the government like SAUL or AIMS, but would there be some kind of necessary legal disclosure you'd put out if you were like... a Kurokage Trooper or something like that?

-...I love asking all the wrong questions, this is why I do these <3

-It's a little guy! Just a little guy!

-Ohhhhhh!

-Hey there, Kousei! You motherfucker~! Now everybody gets to know!

-"Burn your paper trail and head to Tijuana by Saturday morning."

-Get 'im!

-Nice to see she's lost none of her experience.

-Real cute, fox man.

-Oh hai Kekera!

-A Visa.

-Whoa, that was a nice kick.

-That almost looked totally real there, I'm impressed.

-Ah yep, Beroba too. I knew that already.

-"boy thinks he's done lmao"

-DAICHI

-Jyama Shin!

-Parasite Game!

-Must be Cordyceps.

-Oh, Samas! You're here too!

-His creation with ours.

-Oh

-Hi there.

-I uh... think I recognize you.

-Ryuji Sato (not to be confused with Ryuga Sato), you played Sasuke in the Naruto stage show.

-Oh, you were Teruhiko in Shun's first limelight episode in Fourze!

-Hey man, congrats, that's another previous supporting role promoted to major character status!

-Oh, that's the end of the episode. I see.

-Alright, Episode 40, let's go!

-Oh shoot, insert!

-Let's go!

-That's definitely Yuka Terasaki singing.

-A very kind motherly gesture.

-Dejyammed.

-The boys are back in town.

-Good on you Keiwa, you get it.

-Yippee! Riders once again!

-Hello, Mrs. Kurama. Er uh... I suppose you might be in the market for a new sugar baby soon.

-Oh Neon...

-You've got a lot to answer for, Irumi. You, and the old man.

-And off Neon goes.

-Sara-neesan.

-Goddamn, she's supportive.

-J

-Jitto.

-Cheeto.

-If there's one thing I can say about Ryuji-san, he's certainly got range.

-This guy ain't Sasuke at all.

-Oh, they get Premium.

-That's one free century of DezaPlus and 10% off their next subscription renewal.

-Oh, what's that I see on the bottom? Tycoon and Buffa logos? Yep, those're definitely powerups we're getting at some point.

-Sōsei no Megami... Tsu!

-Oh, I get it... Tsumuri.

-Grandpa is out. Nerd is in.

-OH NO MAN DON'T EAT IT THOSE'RE YOUR BABIES

-Even Beroba's more grossed out than anything.

-Oh man I wish jobhunting was that easy.

-"Sakurai NOOOOO! ...actually, hang on, yeeeeees!"

-OHHHHHHHH DAICHI

-...that's not Daichi, is it.

-I really love the ambience of this scene here.

-He may not be infected by the Jyamato, but desperation is its own ever evolving parasite.

-We're going to beat up this nerd.

-"You guys are still the worst, I see."

-Oooooh!

-Oh.

-"That's my boss's sister you're objectifying there. And I don't take kindly to that sort of thing."

-"Good luck with that, Punkjack."

-Buffa gets down to business.

-Oh he no longer has his cape. ...truth be told, I don't think I actually liked it that much.

-Traded in his Riderbane for a lawnmower.

-...y'know, chainsaws were invented by the Scottish for childbirth but now they're used all over the world for gardening.

-Oh, that was a good transition.

-"...TYCOON NO-"

-Oh

-He is crispy looking.

-...he kinda looks like a Kabutops. Is he a trilobite Jyamato?

-Oh and of course Mega Ninetails and Green Linoone can't quite handle him.

-...sorry, I've got Pokémon on the brain.

-Damn, he's really kicking ass.

-Oh, there goes Bouffalant! ...incidentally, Sap Sipper would be quite a good ability to have right now. If you haven't used Bouffalant on a team before, I totally recommend it, it's got nice coverage, good defensive stats, some good abilities-

-Oh

-Oh fuck

-Sara Sakurai died at the hands of Kamen Rider Buffa.

-What was even the point of killing her, Daichi?

-"I did it. It was me."

-Well, to all of you who wanted to see Keiwa lose it-

-There we go.

-Tsumuri-san :(

-Help us, God.

-OHHHHHH THAT'S A COOL SUIT

-Shogun, eh? Oh and he's apparently got a whole-ass sword.

-Not a Real-Ass Goddamn Sword, but-

-Hoo. This is quite a lot I missed, huh?

#kamen rider #geats #kr geats #geats spoilers #kamen rider geats #the world's next round: trick shot of desire for the grand victory

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Text

The Procedure

Media IRL

Character Thomas Brodie Sangster

Couple Thomas X Reader

Rating Sweet af

Concept The Procedure

I hummed my little tune to myself as I added the buttercream icing to the top of my freshly baked and freshly cooled Victoria sponge cupcakes. I headed the front door so I glanced up seeing Thomas set down his motorcycle helmet, slip his jacket off and hang it on his hook put a hand thought his hair as he sat on the last few steps of the stairs to untie and slip off his chunky motorcycle boots kicking them into the general direction of the shoe rack.

"Hello darling" I cooed as I worked

He came thought to the kitchen fixing his dark blue slightly washed out jeans and black slighly silky button down shirt with small white spots, he set his perculator to prepare him a coffee before he came over giving my cheek a kiss

"Hi baby doll" he smiled

"How did it go?" I asked as he returned to creating his coffee

"Oh yeah great, got stabbed. I think I'm going to have a wicked bruise on my warm" he says showing off the inside of his elbow where he had a small plaster and yes by the look of him he would definitely be getting a bruise there infact it has already began to form.

"Ohh you poor thing,"

"I'll be alright" he shurgs coming over to sit at the kitchen island with me

"Did you want me to kiss your boo boo?"

"....yes please"

I smiled and gave his arm a kiss making him smile

"Thank you"

"Your welcome, what took so long anyway you've been gone for ages?"

"Oh they where running an hour late when I got there"

"An hour late?"

"Yep"

"My god you where only going in for a blood test Thomas"

"I know. Doctors waiting rooms are really boring. But they did have a motorbike magazine I could read"

"Aww that's good then"

"From 2001"

"Oh. Well… did you learn anything?"

"I leant what was the most popular motorcycle of 2001"

"Which was?"

"Ducati"

"Hu. I would have guessed Harley"

"They where second"

"Atleast you learnt I suppose," I shrug and just then I noticed his hand creeping close to the cupcakes trying to sneak one away but I slapped his hand

"Oww"

"No. Not Till after dinner" I told him as I finished the last one

"But babydoll you make the best cupcakes"

"Flattery will not give you cupcakes"

"Ohh I almost forgot while I was waiting for my test I got really bored and I started looking around at the phanflets"

"Oh no. Your not convinced you have another disease are you?"

"No. I'm thinking about something and I got a phanflet to maybe read a little more into it"

"Oh? I to what?" I asked taking the cupcakes to the fridge as to not tempt him further and when I returned to the kitchen island there sat a small white and blue NHS information phanflet with a word on it. A big word. "Your serious?"

"I'm thinking about"

"Okay, did you want to discuss it?'

'i would yes help me talk it out"

"Alright go on then"

"Well I'm getting to an age-"

"Your thirty two Thomas don't say your getting old"

"No, but I've been thinking alot about what I want out of life and all that" he explained "we have discussed at length that neither or us want kids"

"True."

"And even if let's say another ten years down the road we feel some magical instinct to want kids we both heavily favor both adoption and fostering over bringing another life into this fucked overpopulated world"

"Very true"

"And my opinion on that isn't going to change"

"What if you get a girlfriend who wants kids?"

"I don't see that happening."

"But if we broke up and you met some other-"

"Y/n. I'm not going to find someone else. I've found you. Your my girl." He smiled kissing my hand "if nothing else it's certainly a sign of commitment"

"There are ones that wouldn't require permanent surgery"

"Yes but a wedding is several thousand pounds, on the NHS a vasectomy is free"

"Good point" I laughed. "what's some pros and cons then?"

"Pro. Improved sex"

"Con. Your mother will be angry"

"She'll get grandkids out of Ava"

"Con. It's perminate and you might change your mind"

"I don't want kids"

"We could break up"

"I don't see that. I love you too much"

"I love you too, but you must have loved the girls before me?"

"I did. But I saw an end with all of them I don't see one with you"

"That's sweet Thomas"

"Pro. Condomless sex is more pleasurable, and way more fun in general"

"Con. Messier"

"Pro. We don't have to buy condoms ever again there for saving in the monthly budget"

"Okay, your going to be in pain. Alot of it"

"It's worth it. For the peace of mind."

"This is something you really want?"

"I do. The only thing holding me back is you. Your my girlfriend. I love you. This is something that lets be honest it's not really relevant to me it's relevant to you. If I do this I can't ever make you a mother. I can't give you a child. And I know it sounds like a dick thing to say but you could turn around five ten years down the line and want me to give you a baby, if I do this I can't."

"I'm not in charge of your dick Thomas"

"No but your opinion is greatly appreciated. And let's be honest you tell me to do anything with my dick I'm probably gonna do it since you are the one able to give or deny me blow jobs"

"True. I don't want children Thomas now or ever. If at some point I feel the need to nurture. We will get a cat. And if that doesn't work then there are always options" I smiled

"But it can't be ours."

".... If you want you can always save some before the procedure? Just in case"

"Just in case. That's an option"

"I'll still love you no matter what you pick but it's your decision"

"Okay." He nods

I sat in bed reading my book as Thomas sat on the laptop,

"Stop reading your just going to make yourself feel worse" I giggled

"I'm just worried"

"I know that's why it's good to weigh the options"

"I know."

"How does it work then?"

"They snip the tube so they don't cut anything off just disconnect it so the little swimmers don't come out"

"Hu okay"

"I have to be awake. While they do it"

"Oh dear. At Least you won't have to deal with being knocked out though you never do well with that"

"Because they always give me way to much and it takes a while to clear my system which always makes them panic and assume I'm dead"

"How long where you like medically comatosed after that motorbike crash?'

"Two days"

"I thought you were dead"

"Honestly so did I" He explained "99% effective, that is reassuring."

"It's there like any risk it can like reconnect"

"A very small chance but it can be snapped again if so"

"How long I the recovery?"

"Well it'll be painful but you can go back to normal within like two or three days"

"Thats good"

"Just no heavy lifting and such so no motorbike stuff for a few weeks"

"Understandable when they have just stabbed your crotch"

"No sex for a week after and I have to do two tests to check the tubes are clear of swimmers"

"Okay, like the one they made you take before allowing you to be referred?"

"Yeah I just have to jizz in a cup And bring it to them I had to for the referral he had to check I didn't have like super rare sperm or something"

"Do you?"

"No I have idiots"

"Idiots?"

"Four of them were swimming the wrong way and half of them didn't have tails or did and where broken and going around in circles and that was just the sample he showed me"

"Hu. Yeah little idiots"

"He asked me if we had kids and I said no and he literally told me yeah I doubt you after looking at these"

“Stop reading thomas you’re just going to worry yourself now come on get to bed” I smiled putting the laptop away

“Alright” he smiled giving me a little cuddle

“Did you want a snuggle before tomorrow?”

“No it's okay, I’m waiting till after when we can snuggle without risk”

“Alright, goodnight”

“Goodnight”

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