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bunnis-monsters · 8 days

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Yandere!Vampire that was once royalty, living in a dilapidated castle, alone and depressed. As a human, he was surrounded by people. Everyone adored him, his golden curls and warm brown eyes charming the hearts of every noble that set eyes on him.

That was until his family was slaughtered by a coven of vampires, leaving him the only survivor. Now with no family, he was turned away from the nobles that once gathered at his side, calling him beautiful and intelligent. Now he was a beast, and was only left alive because no one dared to touch him.

As the years passed by, all that knew of his existence died out, meaning no one remembered or cared for him. In the past, he had at least been grateful he had been in someone’s thoughts, even if it was in a negative light. Now, no one even hated him. He was just nonexistent to the world outside his castle.

Centuries passed by, every day slowly picking at the last bits of his sanity. Days of past grandeur and the current day mixed together, leaving him in a state where he couldn’t tell whether he was back in the living arms of his family, or wandering the dark, crumbling hallways of his childhood home.

It was only when a soft, warm light flooded one of the abandoned rooms he had been standing in that the fog in his brain began to fade, allowing him to see what was in front of him for the first time in decades.

It was you, a young woman in a hoodie and jeans, holding a flashlight. You lived only a mile away, and had been exploring when you came upon ruins of what seemed like an ancient castle.

You had heard rumors of a person that wandered the ruins from the townsfolk, and old tales of vampires that had been passed down by tongue for centuries. Not believing them, you decided to see for yourself…

Your light shone upon what you first thought was an ethereal ghost or some kind of beautiful spirit. A man with a mop of blonde curls, porcelain skin, and the most beautiful pair of ruby red eyes you’ve ever seen stared back at you.

The person attempted to speak, but clutched his throat, as if he hadn’t spoken in so long, his vocal cords had forgotten how.

“H-hello?”

The man perked up at the sound of your voice, his eyes clearing up. It seemed just hearing another human speak made his undead heart leap, and he couldn’t help but stumble towards you.

You yelped when he crossed the room within seconds and pulled you into his arms, burying his face in your neck and inhaling deeply.

The smell of another person, of sweat and perfume mixing together to make your own unique scent made him want to sob.

Of course you were freaked out, but the man holding onto you wasn’t hurting you, and you could feel warm tears soaking through your shirt. How could you turn away someone that was obviously in distress?

Unsurprisingly, the man followed you home. It didn’t take a genius to realize he wasn’t human. He was as pale as a sheet of paper, with no pulse or any color to his cheeks. His eyes were scarlet, a shade you had never seen a human have before.

Despite knowing this, you couldn’t help but care for him. He was thin, malnourished, with clothing that was so old and dirty that it nearly crumbled when he took them off.

“Are you hungry?”

You had taken to asking only yes or no questions, since he couldn’t speak. The man frowned, his eyes getting foggy for a second. You decided to ask again.

“Hello? Are you-“

He suddenly snapped back into reality, leaning forward to gently place his lips on your neck. You squeaked out in surprise when you felt his teeth sink into your neck… but it didn’t hurt. Instead, you only felt an uncomfortable pressure and draining sensation, and before long he was pulling back.

“Mmph…” he panted softly, blood running down his chin. “Was… so… thirsty…” he managed to say, his voice hoarse and small.

He cupped your cheek, holding your face in his hands and looking down at you with what could only be described as utter adoration.

“My love…”

From that point on, he was attached to your hip, following you everywhere you went like a lovesick puppy. Any time you were separated, he had severe anxiety, going back and forth from his dreamworld and reality. It was his coping mechanism, but it caused him to never understand what was real and what wasn’t.

You grounded him, made him feel safe and loved. Oh how he adored you. You had saved him from his lonely existence and taken him into your home as if he were a stray dog, and he was loyal like one. His loyalty came at a price, however, and that price was your freedom to do as you pleased.

Late nights out with friends became next to nonexistent, especially if he knew there would be any males there.

“I just want to protect you, my beloved. It’s a dangerous, cruel world. People will act as if they love you when they do not…”

And as you slowly became more and more isolated, his affections only grew. Kisses to your hand began to trail up your arm and to your neck. Snuggles turned into grinding and heavy petting, and even the most innocent of caresses became lewd in nature.

It didn’t take long for him to fuck you for the first time. After all, he had been pent up and alone for centuries, resisting taking you on the spot was excruciating.

The second he sunk into your pussy, he came. You were just so warm and your scent made his head fuzzy. He couldn’t help but fuck into you like a wild animal, feeding from your pretty neck as he filled you up over and over.

After the first time, a day didn’t pass by when he didn’t crave your intimate touch. Some days he was satisfied with heavy petting and kisses, others he couldn’t be satiated until his face was between your legs, lapping at your cunt for hours.

You were his, his mate, his lover. He couldn’t imagine a life without you anymore, so could you really blame him when he clung to you so tightly?

He just loved you, and he did such a good job at keeping you satisfied, just enough to where you didn’t look into the missing cases of your old lovers and male friends.

Why would you need to pay attention to any of that when your loving, attentive boyfriend was right there, ready to worship you from head to toe?

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s1m0nth3swag · 2 months

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More milkman x reader smut but can you do chubby reader?? Please

Yes ofc!

As a chubby guy myself, none of my stories are ever written with a certain body type in mind, BUT obviously, I'm gonna write smth when requested so yeah!

Also I hope its okay that I brought body issues into this because I just think it fit the situation and the idea I had was just immediately "Francis would just be the absolute sweetest when making sure his partner loved themselves as much as he loves them".

Thanks so much for the request, anon!

WARNINGS/ CONTENT INFO; Smut, more soft, GN!Reader, Chubby Reader, Francis being just a tiny bit obsessed, established relationship, mentions of insecurity/ body image issues, Francis being a sweetheart and showing Reader that he loves them no matter what ♡♡

NSFW UNDER THE CUT!!

Nothing annoyed you more than the days when you would feel like you didn't look good. You stared at the mirror, looking at your body with slight disgust and disappointment. You felt like you were too big in all the wrong places, and you can't help but hate yourself for it. You should work out, eat less, all that. Instead, you threw on a wide hoodie - one that belonged to your boyfriend Francis, hid your legs with loose fitting pants, and snuggled up on the couch, determined to ignore the thoughts you were having.

Francis was at work, so you were alone, and honestly, that wasn't helping one bit. You knew he'd help you, he always said that he loved you no matter what, not for your body but your soul, or something like that, but right now you doubted his words a little.

Once Francis returned, he found you on the couch still. You were focused on some random show you had put on to distract yourself, but he noticed the way you hugged your body uncomfortably. "You okay, love?" He asked, walking over and sitting down on the couch beside you. You nodded solemnly but didn't look at him. He immediately knew what was going on. He sighed, wrapped his arms around you, and pulled you onto his lap, cradling you softly. He placed kisses on your cheeks and neck, murmuring softly. "You know I love you, baby.. you're the absolute most perfect being on the planet for me." He tells you, but your insecurities have long taken over. You cling to him desperately, and even though deep down you knew he wasn't lying, you didn't fully trust his words.

After a few minutes of sitting together, Francis telling you that he loved you and peppering your face with kisses, he softly picked you up and carried you to the bedroom - for a simple milkman, Francis was stronger than he looked.

He muttered something along the lines of showing you that he was being honest before pulling the hoodie off of you. You protested, tried to keep the fabric covering your body, but Francis wouldn't let you. He didn't even give you the chance to say something. Instead, he held your hands over your head and placed soft kisses all over your upper body. He paid special attention to the areas he knew you hated most, muttering praises in between each kiss. You were a flustered mess, and though the feelings about your body didn't magically disappear, they definitely weren't your main focus anymore. The way Francis' lips felt against your now feverish skin was almost heavenly, and you swore he was probably an angel sent to you by God just to help you through life. It would explain a lot, actually.

Your boyfriend took his sweet time with you. He didn't pull off your pants before he was 100% sure that you didn't think about your body type anymore. Soft kisses against your thighs, his hand ghosting over the hem of your underwear as you practically begged him to finally take them off. "Promise you aren't thinking lowly of yourself anymore?" He hummed, grinning against your skin. You whined, pouting. "I promise, jus'.. please..?" You muttered, feeling your cheeks heat up in embarrassment. "Wouldn't be able to deny you any longer anyway." Francis chuckles, sliding your underwear down slowly, making you squirm impatiently. You hated that he was still fully clothed, so you did your best to tug at his shirt, mumbling something about unfairness. "Always so needy.." Your boyfriend hummed, but he gave in to your request, his shirt hitting the ground, his pants following soon after. The only thing separating the two of you were now his boxers - and of course, Francis had to be a dick about taking them off.

"You're so stunning... Do you know that baby?" He purred. "Tell me you know that." His hands slid over your thighs, squeezing lightly as he patiently waits for you to repeat his words. You wanted to protest, but at the same time, you knew he wouldn't let you get off easily. "I know.." You mumble, looking away from him. "Ah-ah. Look at me. Be honest." Francis smiles, placing a kiss against your thigh. You grumbled, looked at him, and repeated your words a little more strongly. "There you go." He hummed in answer, leaning up to press a kiss against your lips.

Francis made a point of giving you praise after every thrust. He refused to go faster since he wanted to make sure you fully understood. It didn't seem to bother him that you almost cried while begging him to move faster. He just kept dragging his hips slowly, mumbling a praise with a shaky voice and pressing kisses onto your cheeks or lips. While sure, it was really sweet, you couldn't help but genuinely want him to be a little rougher. You knew this was soft torture for him as well, since you could feel him twitch inside you, eager to chase after release. Francis only gave in after he had made sure that you knew he really wasn't playing around. He loved you. He didn't want you to feel bad about yourself just because of the way your body looked. You were more than attractive to him, after all.

You whined when he finally thrust into you properly, clenching around him as you gripped onto his back harshly. Francis let out a soft groan, snuggling his face against your neck as he finally allowed both of you to reach the high you had been begging for - and he had denied himself just to make sure you were focused. He didn't even care when he came inside you, too lazy to pull out in time as he pressed wet kisses against your neck.

"Promise you believe me, sweetheart?" He hums, resting against you. "Promise. For now." You chuckled, slightly tired after all that. Francis sighs and pouts, looking at you sternly. "Do I need to start all over again?" He asks, smiling as you shake your head and kiss him. "Just cuddling will do." You mumble against his lips.

#francis mosses #francis mosses x you #thats not my neighbor #x reader #francis mosses headcanons #francis mosses x reader #milkman that's not my neighbor #milkman x reader

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graybby · 1 month

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r u stalking me?

Lando Norris X Russell!reader

The F1 drivers twitch streamer sister Series ! Part 2

Part 1 here 863 words

Lando sits up in his bed, rubbing his sleepy eyes in an attempt to wake himself up quicker. Finding his phone in his sheets his eyes widen as the memories of last night slap him wide awake - oh god it wasn’t just a cringy dream. His thumb ghosts over the instagram app as he gains enough courage to open it. Breathing heavily when he does as he sees a DM unread.

Well - that went so much better than I expected. A sigh of relief passing his lips that he didn’t know he was holding in. smiling down at his phone like a giddy child he hears Max emerge from his room on the other side of the apartment. I’ll never live this down if I tell him - picking himself up he trudges over to his bathroom to shower in hope of clearing his mind of the y/hc girl that seems to be plaguing his thoughts.

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In a flat in London Y/N sits at her desk getting herself ready for a long awaited stream. Cursing George slightly for the sudden influx of F1 drivers following her private account - hoping her cover won’t get blown as a result, not that she has anything against her brother but she’d much rather people like her for her content and personality rather than her relation to a famous F1 driver. She’d only just started going along with him to attend the races (through a slight amount of begging) dressed in oversized hoodies and sunglasses in hopes of remaining anonymous. She had been streaming for a little over two years now and had gathered quite a following through her cutesy animal crossing, minecraft and stardew valley content. It had honestly shocked her to find out Lando had been quietly watching her streams, thinking her content wasn’t exactly his taste. She had obviously known of him prior to his follow request - him being amongst the fellow racers her brother competed against, she thought he was talented for his age and quite often rooting for him to get his first win when she watched the grand prix’s - not that she would admit that to George who would ‘jokingly’ disapprove of her supporting any team other than his.

She pushed the thought to the back of her mind and ended her fans misery - changing the stream starting soon overlay to her face cam.

“Hi guys, long time no see !” shyly running her hand through her hair.

y/nstan123: OMG finally ! where have u been ?!

User05: are queen is back at last

User22: missed ur streams where u been girly??

Y/N braces herself knowing her fanbase would have questions about her sudden social media disappearance. “Sorry chat I know it's been a while. I was quite ill the past few weeks with the flu so I’ve been laying low - I’ll remember to give you all a heads up the next time okay?” gulping back the displeasure of having to lie to her fans but on the other hand not being ready for them to discover her true identity and the fact she's been missing to go support her brother in Saudi Arabia, she continues “ but don't worry!”.

y/nstan123: Oh no ! our poor y/n

User41: r u feeling better now?

“Yes, thank you guys for your concern but I’m back to normal now” she replies clapping her hands together, “so what should I play today?”

User23: new stardew update??

User41: sims4 plz I’ve been asking foreverrrr

User52: GIFFTED 10 SUBS

y/nstan123: omg has anyone else noticed lando lurking in y/n’s streams

User41: (y/nstan123) norris???

F1stan24: (y/nstan123) no way is lando a y/n fan - my two worlds colliding !

Well shit they’ve spotted him now - do I acknowledge it?

Landonorris: DONATED £15 - I suggest you get a racing sim to play on stream

Guess I have to acknowledge him now, internally facepalming.

y/nstan123: OMG LANDO IS WATCHING HER STREAM

F1stan24: i'm losing my shit rn

User23: What is he doing here?

“Ha, well - I wouldn't really know where to start with that, I’ve never tried one” she’s trying to keep her cool now, not expecting him to put himself on blast like that - hiding behind her hair without realizing it.

User64: aww is y/n blushing

User38: (user64) I don’t blame her I’d be sobbing if that was me that got noticed by him

“Okay chat calm down, you guys are trying to embarrass me I swear”

y/nstan123: nah girly ur doing a good job of that urself

“I can’t believe how quick you lot switch up on me chat” Y/N groans out head now in her hands as her face reddens.

Ding

Her phone lights up on her desk taking her focus from the relentless bullying from her so called fans to her insta dms.

y/nstan123: guys she's giggling at her phone im gonna scream

User48: omg imagine its lando she’s messaging

F1stan24: ngl I ship it already

“You guys are insane” trying to brush off her laughter at a curtain someone's reply as just reading the flowing twitch chat. “Okay let's play some stardew before you all lose your minds”.

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Thank you for reading <3

Taglist : @bicchaan @lauralarsen @drunkinthemiddleoftheday @ssararuffoni @cherry-piee @eviethetheatrefreak

#lando norris #lando x reader #landonorris #lando norris x y/n #lando norizz #f1 x reader #f1 fic #f1 fanfic #f1 imagine #charles leclerc #george russel x reader #charles leclerc x reader

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neoarchipelago · 1 year

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And they were roommates part 2

A/N: well well well... If it isn't the latest manic episode from my brain. Anyways enjoy...

TW: none..? Angst, cuz bwahahah I'm mean.

here's part one

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You sat hugging tightly your fluffy pillow against your chest. The living room was plunged into darkness, the tv being the only thing shining through the room. It was a little after midnight, and you were completely alone. Ghost had warned you that he'd be home late so you wouldn't make dinner for him. You still did though.

First you had wanted to go sleep or maybe play a bit on your consoles but you were quickly bored. You weren't exactly waiting for him… no. You just… wanted to make sure he had eaten. Yes. That was it.

So here you were. Sitting on the couch, in front of a horror movie. Not the best idea, but nothing was interesting enough at this hour.

You had mixed feelings about horror movies. But one thing was for sure. Right now, you hated them. Your morbid curiosity made you unable to change channels though.

Your eyes were glued to the screen. You watched as the woman was hiding. You felt your skin crawl at the idea. Perhaps was it even exciting? No. You brushed that thought away. The silence from the movie and the house was almost suffocating. Time seemed to stretch, the seconds feeling like minutes.

Something in the corner of your eyes caught your attention. Just as the movie's music suddenly rang to break the suspense you glance to your left, the tall silhouette standing next to the couch clearly visible.

The scream escaping your lips was expected. The pillow thrown? Maybe not so much.

The silhouette launched itself on top of you, a strong body keeping you from escaping as a gloved hand draped over your mouth, keeping you from screaming.

"Sparrow!"

You stopped squirming at the voice. Your racing heart and quickened breath was the only thing heard. The tv remote had fallen and muted the film when you had started fighting the intruder. But there was no intruder.

"It's me. Breathe." He said in a soothing voice.

Tears burned your eyes. As he lifted his hand from your mouth, a whine escaped your lips.

"Ghost…" you whispered.

"Yes.. I'm sorry. I.. I didn't mean to scare you." He tried, his voice still low.

The situation was now clearer. His body trapped yours as you both laid on the couch. Your hands were fisted in his hoodie, hanging on for dear life. He was wearing a simple balaclava with a skull print, he sometimes wore it around the house. His eyes had a mixture of concern and determination.

"Sparrow." He called, trying to keep your focus on him.

"I would never hurt you." His voice sounded calm. Normal. Thinking that you could hear a little fear in it was just your imagination. What could he be scared of? That you wouldn't believe him? That you'd actually be scared of… no.

"I know" you threw back at him. For some reason, even though it had only been a little over a month since you shared the appartement, you were absolutely sure without a single doubt that he wouldn't hurt you.

He softly sat back, making you let go of his hoodie. He pulled you up with him, making you sit next to him.

You took a deep breath.

"Are you ok?" He asked.

"Yeah… I hate horror movies."

"Why are you watching one then?"

"Because I'm obviously an idiot who loves to wake up the whole base by screaming bloody murder at 1 am."

He chuckled.

He chuckled. He rarely did. Had you even heard him chuckle before?

He eyed you.

"I didn't know what time you'd be home. You surprised me." You said matter of factly.

"Yes. I think the whole base figured that out." He teased.

You rolled your eyes at him. You glanced back to notice him staring at you.

"What..?"

No answer.

"Ghost? You really do have a staring problem, you know you-"

His gloved hand rose to your face, his thumb softly brushing a tear that had rolled down your cheek. You didn't even feel it fall. You blinked. He didn't let anything show but somehow, just a little bit, you could feel he felt guilty.

"I'm a crybaby… sorry" you joked. Trying to lighten the mood.

"Next time I'll call the base, I'll know when to expect you" you laughed.

He still didn't react. He simply glanced down at the coffee table. He grabbed something from it.

"Unlock it." He ordered. God was he bossy sometimes.

You looked down at your phone in his hand. You frowned but did as he asked. You watched him type something before handing it back to you. You looked at the screen, reading the contact infos on it.

Lieutenant Ghost Riley.

Riley… your heart jumped in your chest. Riley. He was giving you his last name.

"Call me next time. Or text me. If I don't text you." he said.

You looked up at him, smiling softly.

"Yes lieutenant."

He cleared his throat.

"By the way. A pillow is not a good weapon. Next time throw the popcorn bowl at least."

Your cheeks turned to a light shade of red, remembering your reflex as you were scared.

"Sorry.."

"Please ! I'm really bored!" You whined following the masked man. He sighed.

"Sparrow. Stop." He warned.

You groaned exaggeratedly. It had been a week after he made you scream at the top of your lungs at 1 am. You had received a little visit from two soldiers, no less than 20 minutes later, ready to berate you for waking up the apartment complex. Fortunately for you, they quickly retracted once the lieutenant had shown up behind you, admitting it was his fault. They both apologized, looking shocked, immediately recognizing him by his mask. Funny. Wonder what they were thinking, I mean, he did make you scream.

"I promise, it'll be great. I'll show you how to do it… we can have some fun!" You tried, batting your lashes at him.

He glanced at you. His eyes showed annoyance yet no anger.

"If I accept, are you going to stop whining?" He asked.

You nodded frantically.

You had noticed his slight behavior change since the movie night. He was a little more gentle. A little more… clingy? He spent a bit more time around you, even if no words were exchanged. Sometimes he'd even do push-ups in the living room while you read a book.

He groaned. You smiled widely. You won! He accepted it! No… you were not using this new change of behavior to befriend him at all. Who would think that?

You jumped on the couch, patting the space next to you. He walked around it and sat next to you. Grabbing the vibrating object on the coffee table he gazed at you darkly.

"You're gonna owe me for this."

You bit your lip. Turning to the tv you started to explain the controls of the game.

Yes. He accepted. He was playing Mario kart with you. You kept jumping in place.

After a good 40 minutes, ghost leaned forward. You had lost your gigglyness. You both were fighting for first place. You didn't even notice how serious ghost had gotten about this game. It didn't even hit you that he was actually enjoying himself.

"Fuckin hell…" he cursed.

You had your bottom lip into a torturing bite. It had turned a deep reddish color from all the times your adrenaline caused you to bite it. You were kneeling on the couch next to him, too excited to even sit still.

Finally reaching the finish line you jumped happily. Ghost groaned, letting himself fall back into the couch. You leaned forward to him on all fours. He stared at your frame, eyes resting on your lips.

"I win lieutenant! You're gonna have to be better than that…" you teased a smirk on said lips.

Silence fell for a second. You saw the gaze he had on your lips. Did you hurt yourself? You let your tongue pass on it, not tasting any blood on it. The move made him frown.

"Ghost..?" You asked, unsure if he was mad.

He glanced up. His gaze had darkened and it sent a delicious shiver down your spine. But as quickly as you noticed it, it was gone. Perhaps you had imagined it.

"Revenge?" He asked.

You smiled. Shaking the thought off your mind.

"You bet!"

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You stared at the screen in front of you. You wanted to finish the stupid report on your latest task. Unfortunately your mind kept running over the latest events.

Things had remained pretty friendly with Ghost. The teasing, the gaming and sharing food. But for the past week something had changed.

You clung to the blanket covering your shoulders as you sat on the couch. The file opened on your lap. The cold had settled slowly, December finally rolling in. You wondered if it would snow this year.

Ghost had been distant. Cold. You tried not to take it personally because he probably had his own problems. But he hadn't eaten dinner with you for the past two days. He had brought breakfast and left for base without even sitting next to you.

You were worried… deep down, you were hurt. You missed the small bits of attention, his presence… you missed him. You sighed. Trying to focus back on the report.

A soft knock on the door made you frown, looking up. You sat there for a few seconds before another knock was heard. Dropping the file on the coffee table, you walked up to the door, unlocking it and opening it.

A man stood there, clearly a soldier from the base. His beard and funny hat made you smile.

"Oh… hi, I think I got the wrong apartment…" he said with the most adorable smile you saw on a man.

"Hi, who are you looking for? Maybe I can help." You answered.

"Hmm, I'm looking for Lieutenant Riley."

You nodded.

"You are in the right place actually. But he's not home at the moment."

The man stared at you for a moment.

"You… you are the roommate?"

You chuckled.

"You make it sound like I'm the Boogeyman… yes, I am the roommate." You smiled.

He chuckled.

"Well. It's a surprise and a pleasure to meet you. I'm captain John price" He presented his hand to you.

You extended yours to shake it.

"I'm… hum… sparrow…" you answered awkwardly with a sorry look.

He nodded, understanding the situation.

"Would you like to come in? He should be home soon." You invited.

"Oh, thank you, unfortunately I have somewhere else to be. He asked me to drop this file."

You looked down at the file, a big red 'confidential' stamped on it.

"Could you give it to him when he gets home? "

"Sure! No problem." You smiled, grabbing the file he was giving you.

"But… I have to ask. Don't open it. I trust that you'll do what's best. " He eyed you maliciously, without any hint of threat or negativity.

"Yes sir." You smiled.

He nodded one last time before bidding his goodbye.

Stepping back inside, you closed the door behind you. You slightly jumped as your phone rang. You cursed internally, this day was just stretching itself to no end.

Half an hour later you were dressed and ready to go to the base. There was an immediate need for your presence because of a potential security breach. You had dressed quickly, grabbing laptop, tablets and other electronics that might help you. Running around the living room, desperately trying to hurry up without forgetting anything. Throwing your coat on the counter, the sound of paper falling to the ground made you halt.

"God I hate this fucking report!"

Spinning around and dropping to the floor you started grabbing each sheet of paper, desperately trying to make them slip back into the file.

Suddenly you froze. The big red confidential staring at you. Oh no… no no no…

It wasn't your file. It wasn't your damn report.

"Fuck…"

"What the fuck are you doing?!"

You jumped, eyes flashing with shock as you noticed ghost standing at the entrance of the hallway.

"I-its not what you think! I made it fall! I swear I-"

"Shut up!"

You froze. The sting of the anger in his voice hurt a lot more than you expected.

He rushed to the ground next to you, grabbing every piece of paper, snatching the ones in your hand before standing up.

"Wait ! Please I-" you tried.

"I told you to shut up." He barked.

"Just let me explain!" You insisted.

"Explain what?!"

"I wouldn't do that to you ghost! We're …" you looked up at him from the ground, pleading eyes.

"What? Friends? You think we're friends?"

You bit your lip.

"We're not. Fucking wake up. And stay away from my shit." He snapped.

You sat there in shock as he walked past you. The sound of his bedroom slamming marking the start of the waterfalls. The silent tears burnt your cheeks.

Your phone rang once again, reminding you of your little emergency. You stood up in a hurry, grabbing all your things, slamming the front door on your way out.

You glanced at your watch. 2 am. You had been programming and coding for the past 6 hours, with very little breaks. You were exhausted. But the security breach had been fully secured and you had found a few clues on what or who was behind it.

It was time to head back home and let the rest of the team work on it.

Somehow you were anxious. You hoped he was asleep. That you could get in without facing him. You wanted to apologize again. You were mixed between fury and pain.

If you were honest you had been getting attached to him… you were enjoying spending time with him… how could you possibly think that he… would feel the same.

You bit your lip once more, trying to keep the tears at bay.

Turning the key in the lock you stepped inside the quiet house. Not a sound or a light. You sighed. Walking in the living room, flipping the switch, you looked around the now bright room. Everything was as you left it. Had he dinned?

You stepped in further into the room, dropping your coat on the couch. You let the silence drown you. Your eyes felt heavy.

You walked toward the fridge to grab a glass of water, noticing the file on the counter.

No red letters on top, and no report. It was a different file. This time you purposely opened it.

"Mission informations… south.. america?"

You blinked. He was gone. He went on a mission. He had left. Without a word. Or a text.

The first tears felt bitter. Rage first. And then sadness. He didn't care… he never did…

Worry settled in now… what if he never came back? No. No!

You sat on the stool, now fully crying. He was gone. Eyes glancing at the little wrapped gift next to your bag.

"Riley you stupid idiot…"

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bigassmoonchild · 7 months

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Meetings

Pairing: Simon 'Ghost' Riley x Reader

Word Count: 2.4k

Summary: When did things ever go your way? First, you nearly lost Simon. And now? You were so close to losing your family because of one stupid fucking thing. You remembered why you kept your distance.

Content Tags: Fluff, Simon being nervous, Simon being Good With Kids, Bits of Intimacy, Violence, Attacks, Fights, Braxton Hicks, Slight Awkwardness, Crying, Comfort, Kind of Hurt/Comfort, Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Alpha! Ghost, No Use of Y/N

A/N: I'm entirely unsure of when this series will be ended. It should be soon, unfortunately, but I would love to be able to write for more things (especially the Nine series, I've really been lacking on that). Either way, here she is! Little bit shorter, but it's okay (you'll love it).

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Simon was absolutely terrified. He wasn't entirely sure what to bring to meet your family, but you'd been antagonizing him about trying to bring a suit. 'Just be yourself,' you'd told him. And so he'd packed up a small amount of his wardrobe, some sweats and jeans, a few of his nicer shirts and pants, and a few hoodies and regular shirts.

He still wanted to bring a suit, or something similar, just in case they wanted to go out somewhere nice. He knew only what you told him about your family, about your parents. Truth be told, he wasn't sure what he'd do if your father did anything to your or his now almost-pack.

If he was truly scared, he would never tell you. The flight went alright, slight hiccups of turbulence here and there. "Let me drive us there, lovie," he whispered as you waited for your luggage. His hand was resting on the nape of your neck, rubbing against the mating gland softly.

You shook your head. "From what I've heard, you are a horrid driver. I also know how to get home, so I'll have the pleasure of driving us. Carefully," and he gave a short laugh.

Even under his balaclava, he felt rather exposed. Not knowing exactly where he was wasn't something he entirely enjoyed. He was unsure, on alert and rather nervous. He never came around this way, and it had been a long travel for the two of you. A layover or two, you'd ended up stealing his hoodie for comfort at one point (definitely not because you threw up and it got on your shirt).

That was something that helped him, though. Seeing you clearly claimed as his, scent marked and all. It was calming, made him focus on something as the two of you waded through the crowds in the airport and on your way out.

His hand rested on your leg the entire drive to the hotel, just so you could drop everything off and get fully ready for the day ahead of you. He watched, carefully, as you got dressed in a pretty little sundress and make yourself look 'nicer'.

On the ride there, you seemed antsy. Your fingers tapped quickly on the steering wheel, the foot not on the gas was tapping quickly. Your scent was mildly stressed, shifting from your normal, sweet scent to something spicier. His Alpha was bugging him, snarling some things about omega stressed and fix it.

For some time, he allowed his eyes to drift shut. You'd bugged him into wearing just a normal balaclava for this, after some discussions about whether or not he really needed to wear it in front of your family (the answer was yes, obviously).

And as the car slowed to a stop, rocking just slightly with the shift in gears to par, he opened his eyes and breathed deeply. It was a nice little house, not too big but just big enough for a family. No picket fence, he humored himself.

Opening his door, he stepped out and gave a little stretch before coming onto your side and helping you out. You pressed a little kiss against his cheek, letting him drape the jacket he was wearing around your shoulders. You gave him a little smile, and it warmed his heart just enough to shake most of the nerves away.

The front yard was filled with pups of all ages, a few of the older ones sitting on the stoop to watch them. You greeted each one, ruffling some hair and pulling them into side hugs. Simon followed quietly behind, waving a little to the older ones who gave him a strange look.

As you opened the door, a waft of slightly warm air came out. It smelled of apple pie, some stronger spices following closely. The inside looked warm, soft lights turned on in the inner most rooms, pictures hung on the walls of all different people.

Sliding his boots off, he watched as you greeted a few people looking around your age. "Simon, these are my siblings," and you smiled, eyebrows raising in a gesture to make him smile. He gave a short one, just enough for his eyes to squint. Pointing to each one, you gave him a name "Clint, Clair and Arthur," he gave a little wave.

Clair pulled you to the side, whispering quickly into your ear and glancing at Simon every few words. Clint and Arthur dragged him off to the living area, settling him down and tossing a beer into his hands.

"How d'you know her?" Clint gestured to you, walking into the kitchen with Clair and hearing a short squeal.

"Work," he answered easily. "You know what she does?" Clint shrugged and Arthur looked away.

"Just know she's doing some doctor shit," Arthur said, jaw clenching. "Didn't think it'd be military," his eyes found Simons and held the stare.

Simon looked down, not wanting to start a fight the first time he met your family. You'd kill him before any of them got to him. "She's safe," he told them. "Doesn't go on missions or anything, mostly works on the medical bay on base," he told them. Simon would never tell them exactly what happened that day, what felt like centuries ago.

He watched as the heli went down. He heard the shouts, watched as a figure struggled out of the debris and heaved a sigh of relief when your voice called over the coms.

You returned, not too much later, with what appeared to be your mother, sister and possibly father in tow. You sat between Arthur and Simon, looking over to him and giving him a soft smile.

"What is it you brought us all together for," your father huffed deeply. Your mother, in turn, smacked at his arm and threatened him to be nice. He scoffed and looked away, coughing deeply.

You glanced up at Simon one more time. "I wanted to introduce you all to Simon. We're," you paused and breathed deeply. Simons hand found your shoulder, squeezing softly.

"We're mated," he finished your sentence and everyone stared. Hard.

Clint was the first to shoot up, taking a step towards Simon before you jumped between them. Christ, if your brother tried to beat his ass you would kill him. Clint snarled at you, causing Simon to stand. He was tall, you suddenly realized. Much, much taller than Clint.

Your father finally spoke up. "Sit down, Clint," he snarled and the two men sat. "How'd this happen, girl?" You shook your head.

"Just happened," you whispered.

"And we weren't told anything? How long has this been for?"

"I don't know, maybe a year? I've been busy with work," you huffed. You could feel your heartrate rising, heart pounding in your ears before Simon chuffed against your back. You heaved a deep sigh, closing your eyes as his fingers found your wrist gland.

No one spoke for some time, you finally sat next to Simon once more.

"Well I'm happy for you," Clair spoke up. "He seems like a good, strong Alpha. As long as he makes you happy, I'm all good," and you smiled at her. Your mother, off to the side, was nodding with her. With everyone, mostly calmed, small talk began.

A few of your nieces and nephews had piled in after hearing the commotion, piled in the entryway. A few had gone up to Simon, smelling him and he allowed it. Quietly sitting there, letting the pups even climb on him to get a better scent.

"That's not all I wanted to tell you," you whispered, playing with your fingers while watching Simon carefully lower down the little one who'd climbed on him. Your father closed his eyes, leaning back. He breathed deeply, holding his breath for a few moments.

"You're pregnant," he said. "Can smell it, not too different from Arthur," and once again, Clint blew up. He leaped for Simon, snarling hard. Simon didn't move, grabbing the pup in front of him and moving the little one out of the way before Clint landed on him.

Simon didn't respond to the punches battering against him, and Arthur tugged you out of the way. He was the only other Omega, other than your mother. Your father stood, growling loudly before launching into a fit of coughs.

Clint paused, staring down at Simon. "Fucking monster, getting my sister all caught in your messy ass military shit," and you stood. Shoving Clint hard, baring your own teeth. Clint turned on you, eyes wild. He stood over you and snarled, hands moving to reach for you. Simon, at that, finally jumped.

His hands caught Clints, grasping tightly and snarling harshly at him. It quieted everyone, Clint tugging to get his hands out of Simons grasp. "Touch her and I'll break every damned bone in that hand," and Clint finally bared his neck. Submitting.

Clint had always been the big bad Alpha, taking after your father. He'd gotten into so many fights in school, you'd never even had any form of a partner. If he smelled an Alpha on you, even if it had been an accidental brush, they'd be beaten.

A cramp pulled you away from everything, your hand finding your now swelling belly as pains wracked it. A warbled groan fell from your mouth and you felt hands gently wrap around you. They lowered you onto the couch, and when you opened your eyes Simon was crouched just between your legs.

You could smell the fear in his scent, changed from the anger that had just been surrounding it. "'s nothing, Si, probably just some braxton hicks. I'll be okay," and he shook his head.

"Pain isn't normal, lovie," he whispered. "Especially not after some severe stress," he added carefully.

No one moved, just watching the two of you. You smiled carefully, pressing your hands against his cheeks. "I promise," you told him.

He nodded slowly, finally giving in. "He's a good Alpha," your mother spoke up. "I don't care if anyone else here doesn't agree," she added. Your father nodded with her statement, sitting back down and closing his eyes once more.

"Clint can leave," he said and said man scoffed. He grabbed his coat and left, slamming the door shut behind him. You looked to your father, eyes wide. "He protects you. Any good Alpha would do that, packmate or not. I am," he paused. "Accepting of this," he finally finished.

Dinner was a quiet affair. Simon kept something of his touching you the entire time, finally pulling the balaclava off of him to eat. He complimented your mothers cooking, who pushed some of it to Arthur. Simon complimented him, alongside the few pups he could recognize as his.

And as you bid your goodbyes, promising to come back tomorrow for some more talking and celebrating, you watched your father shake Simons hand. There were some whispered words between them, and when Simon came back he once more slid the jacket around your shoulders.

He opened the passenger door for you, closing it carefully and climbing into the drivers seat. The ride back was quiet, and you watched as the lights and houses passed by you. His hand rested on your thigh, your fingers wrapped around a few of his own. His thumb drummed on the steering wheel to the beat of the song, and your head rested against the window.

"That went better than I was expecting," he suddenly spoke up. You gave a wet laugh, tears suddenly brimming your eyes. His head turned to look at you quickly before going back to the road. You could feel the hot tears running down your cheeks, the car slowing to a stop as you opened your eyes.

He pulled the passenger door open, tugging you out and pulling you into his arms. Your nose pressed into his chest, sobs finally spilling out of your chest.

"I just wanted them to love you like I do," you sobbed and he hummed against you, rocking the two of you slightly. Simon pressed a gentle kiss to the top of your head, chuffing gently against you.

"They just need to warm up to it," he whispered. "Once they actually know me, I'm sure they'll begin to accept it more. At least your father accepted me," he added. You nodded against his chest, propping your chin against it and looking up at him. His balaclava was still off, and he gave you a little smile of his own.

His fingers wiped away your tears, allowing you to press back against his chest and breathe deeply. Your tears had stopped, but you still felt so hurt. Your own flesh and blood, and they didn't like him. Clint was supposed to be your older brother, the Alpha who protected you. Not hurt the people you loved.

Your hurt turned to anger, pulling away from Simon. "If that motherfucker touches you again, I swear to god," and he shook his head. In the dark, you couldn't see much of his face. You hoped to god that Clint hadn't left any marks, you weren't sure what you'd do if you found out he had.

"Weren't the best punches I've ever had," he told you. "I've had worse, lovie. I promise you that nothings hurt," and you nodded carefully. His hands cupped your cheeks, pressing a gentle kiss against your lips.

When he pulled back, you whined and he gave a chuckle. "I'll give you more when we get back to the hotel," he told you. You nodded, letting him slide your arms through his jacket and zip it up.

"I love you," you whispered as he opened the passenger door. He pressed another kiss against your lips, squeezing your hand.

"And I love you," he responded. Closing the door, he went around the car and got back in. You watched as the lights flashed across his face, allowing yourself to soak in how he looked.

When you got to the hotel, he opened your door for you and offered a hand. Holding it tightly, he led you to the room. When he slid the key against the door, he opened it for you and led you in by the small of your back.

Kicking the door shut, he pulled you in and kissed you once more. "Bravest little Omega I've ever met," he whispered against your lips and you laughed. "Going to protect me from all the Alphas?" And you nodded, tears of laughter brimming your eyes.

With one more kiss to your lips, he tugged you against his chest. Gently rocking you once more, your arms wrapped around him as much as they could.

"Love you so damn much, Doc," he whispered against your hair.

"'n I love you, Si,"

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clayteland · 4 months

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‼️NO IRL PEOPLE‼️

These two are gay. No one will tell me otherwise. BRIM CANON YESYESYES 🗣‼️🗣‼️

《 NEWS 》

‼️SKULLY AND ALEX KRALIE ARE NOW ON THE ASK BABY‼️

I didn't really know if I should, but I guess re watching Marble Hornets and knowing more about his lore made me want to do more stuff about it. Now, to make sure that everything is connected, I'll make some points to make this easy.

First, obviously Masky and Hoodie are not proxys. But I just wanted to make sure everyone knew it, the only thing that keeps them inside the proxys life is that Masky and Hoodie get along with Toby and Kate. But yeah in reality they are against the Operator, something that Slenderman reminds them of and they don't want to be near him for that reason (traumas yes.)

The operator and Slenderman AREN'T THE SAME. I don't know why am I saying this if it's too obvious, just making sure lol.

Now about Brian, Alex and possibly Jay. This three guys are dead, so in my au are represented like ghosts, just like Mother. So it won't be that weird.

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chocoshrooms · 1 year

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:: BEN Drowned GENERAL HEADCANONS ::

• i do not own the above image •

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:; he has piercings on both sides of his lips (snake bites) and usually keeps hoop like jewelry in. his ears are also pierced almost all the way down them, he has a lot of free cartilage from his elf ears. i could also see him having eyebrow piercings or his nose pierced

:; fluffy blonde hair but not a yellowish blonde, it is more platinum blonde but darker in the roots. his hair is long enough for a shorter ponytail or a small bun, and he does style his hair both ways to keep it out of his eyes sometimes. (sally will also put a little bow on his man bun if they are playing together)

:; does not wear the link costume. he is usually in casual clothes like jeans, ripped or not, hoodies, t-shirts, or sweatpants. does not get dressed up for any occasion

:; shares his clothes with everyone. he is probably one of the most comforting creeps to be around, and yes everyone steals his anime t-shirts but he also steals things he likes from others as well

:; but very sneaky!!

:; will paint his fingernails or let sally doodle on them. his nails grow at a faster rate than humans do so he tries to keep them trimmed

:; as said before, he is very comforting to be around. he is very welcoming to new people but also does not speak very much when he meets someone new. i like to think he has social anxiety most of the time but once he gets to know you he will open up a lot more.

:; very comfortable around most creeps though so it does not seem like he would have anxiety. he has just been around them for a long time so has came out of his shell lots more

:; ben can manipulate time to a certain extent, he can only slow time down not speed it up. but this takes a lot of energy for him to do this and also a huge electrical charge (when he has attempted this before he made the mansion go without power for a couple days) but, he doesn’t really know how to use this power, he’s still learning

:; ben also has the ability to use fire. and electricity (obviously) he can create fire by using enough electricity! the fire comes from his hands. sometimes he will do little “fire shows” to entertain other creeps or himself.

:; ben is usually cold to the touch but when he uses a lot of electricity or uses his fire powers, his hands and feet heat up to high temperatures

:; ben is pretty tall but lanky and stronger than most think!

:; ben can also manipulate music, even while someone’s playing live music in front of him. he can reverse music and words to a song (this is almost like he can “possess” someone like a ghost would but he’s not really good at it and still needs tons of practice)

:; ben comes from another world entirely so it’s very hard for him to get practice or help with his powers and how to use them efficiently! (he does try to pick up books in the other world or get help from someone there but he’s a slow learner)

:; sometimes codes float around ben or random internet searches and they appear glitchy, he can usually swat them away but they just reappear. his body also vibrates softly because of the electricity surging through him

:; ben is very very smart, he just acts like he’s not 99% of the time! no one can fool him. and yes, he goes through everyone’s search histories and peeps through everyone’s phones which is also why he knows so much about other creeps! he just can’t help it, he’s very curious but not judgmental to what others have going on. sometimes this helps him get closer to others by bringing up topics they’re interested in

:; ben does play video games but not to a crazy extent. he’s very good at them and occasionally will play when he has free time or bored. he loves to play with other creeps and will either play a game with them or let them watch him play! he also obsesses over certain games or tv shows/movies and dedicates a couple months of his life to them

:; ben has a very chill personality but that doesn’t mean he can’t be mean! he’s not really disliked by any of the creeps but if you do get on his bad side he will be sure to let you know he doesn’t like you (ignoring you when you talk to him, looking past you when you’re in his presence, pranking you in the most hardcore manner, deleting important things from your phone, and so much more!)

:; ben can float but also chooses to walk, (he floats around like peter pan would)

:; if it is dark in a room you can see bens red eyes like little dots, he also glows green a little but if codes are surrounding him they will light up the room! they are pretty bright

:; ben can zap the radio & play anything he likes from the internet, this is good for when you’re in one of the old dinky cars from the mansion that doesn’t even allow bluetooth. he’s your own personal bluetooth! he can also pick up on other radios nearby & hear conversations if people are close enough to the radios

:; can faze into objects if he really tries, just not as good as sally since sally is 100% poltergeist, sometimes he gets stuck halfway!

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this is all i can think of for now! feel free to request something <3

!! ALSO sorry for the late update! this is gonna sound funny but i actually got pregnant & had my baby! so i was gone for a while haha. i look forwards to updating on here more & taking requests now :)

#ben drowned headcanon #creepypasta #cp headcanons #ben drowned #ben drowned x reader #creepypasta headcanon #creepypasta x reader

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careful-please · 1 year

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His hand is poised to knock, loose fist stopped mid air when he hears a crash from behind the door. With everything that has happened to her during her time at the base he really can't be blamed for the huge spike of fear that shoots through him. He immediately opens the door, his other hand already reaching out to help her.

"Beth-"

Instead of his worst fears, he is greeted with the sight of her pale, plump thighs wiggling her rump in the air as she reaches over the side of the bed for something that had obviously fallen, cursing mildly as she sits back to scowl at it in her hand. The oversized hoodie she wore was the only thing protecting her modesty and the cursed thought that she might not be wearing any knickers refused to let him think of anything for a solid minute before he forced himself to focus.

"Lass, are you alright?" He asked while fighting back a deep flush and averting his gaze from the sight of her long, pale legs.

"Oh. Captain. Yes I'm fine. Do you need something?" She tilted her head slightly while looking up at him.

"I- no I just- i heard a crash but I guess it was a false alarm. " He rubbed the back of his neck as he finished.

"Oh yeah. Just me being a clutz again. Nothing bad." She was fidgeting with the hoodie, expression barely hiding her frustration.

" You know you can talk to me about anything, sweetheart. You don't have to bottle it up. Im sorry you had to experience that. I discharged him, so it shouldn't be a problem ever again. "

"Ah. Well I'm just frustrated about my shorts. They were my favorite. " she sighed heavily. " The boys tried to make me feel better. But everything has just been off since. Feels almost like they wasted their efforts. And that makes me feel guilty, I don't want it to be a waste. Just- nothing is going right since that-." She makes a vague gesture.

Price nods in understanding.

"I understand. Im sorry you're feeling frustrated." He runs a hand through his hair. "I wish I knew how to help. "

She perks up and pats the bed beside her, silently beckoning he to sit as she speaks.

"It's enough knowing you care so much. I really appreciate everything you do for me. I still feel helpless sometimes and it's comforting to know I can lean on the team. I feel like a burden but there's not much I can do about all this. Hunting the people who tortured me and ghost will take time. I just wish I could fight with you."

"Bunny, I never want you in harms way. You aren't a burden. You are the most amazing woman I have ever met. But you are still just a civilian. Im not going to put a gun in your hands. Never."

Price wraps an arm around her in comfort, drawing her close. She lays her head on his shoulder and sighs gently.

"I know you don't want to, but with how determined life is to hurt me, you may not have a choice one day. I ought to know the basics at least. If nothing else, I should know how to engage the safety on any gun."

"Well, maybe. But I'm not letting you shoot any of them. " he concedes with a huff.

"Awww come on. " she whines, trying to looks at him with puppy dog eyes. It's ruined by the grin she tries to hide unsuccessfully.

" Nope. Not gonna happen, Bunny. Not on my watch." Price shakes his head firmly.

She looks down at their legs pressed together and shifts from side to side.

"But we aren't on your watch. I think you left it in your desk." Now her grin is obvious and cheeky.

Price tries hard to keep a stern look of disapproval but can't help a grin of his own.

" Bunny." He warns.

"Aww come on. That was clever and you know it."

Price just shakes his head again. They stay like that for a few moments until Price can no longer resist.

"Why aren't you wearing any bottoms?"

"Ah. Just got out the shower. "

"Oh. I see. ...."

She looks at him expectantly.

"......are you....?" He nods at her lap.

This grin is salacious.

"Wanna find out?" She winks.

His face is quickly turns red as he groans.

"Seriously?! Why must you be such a bloody tease?"

" Because I'm your Bunny. You love it anyway. " she giggles.

He growls as he moves to push her onto the bed and leaves kisses all over her face and neck.

" Your going to be the death of me." He grumbles half heartedly. One of his hands sliding up her thigh to confirm she is, in fact, not wearing knickers.

#carefulwrites #cod mw2 #john price #cod john price #price x reader #fem reader #reader is a barracks bunny #reader is a secret badass #she broke a blokes nose #cause he ripped her shorts #trying to cop a feel #141 was pissed

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bokkura · 4 months

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I WOULD GIVE UP HEAVEN IF I HAD TO . chapter three

synopsis :: lee heeseung was your first love, if you could count a ghost as a love. he made you feel adored, he made you feel special. all despite the barrier between your worlds. but this all comes crumbling when your death day rolls around, and it’s revealed heeseung had toyed with your heart. being in love with another on the other side the entire time. now you’re stuck heartbroken in the land of the dead, with only a few newfound friends to help you.

and a really beautiful dead ice skater.

pairings :: park sunghoon x fem!reader

genre :: ghost!au, angst, fluff, hurt/comfort

masterlist.

from that day forward you just forgot about the notebook. screw the notebook. he doesn’t deserve the honor of being cared about by you. even if he says it’s weird.

but you’d be lying if you said you weren’t trying to follow him again. if he can’t keep his end of the deal you won’t keep yours. and you’d really like to have a talk with mister holier than thou right about now.

you were currently sitting in your room, brainstorming how to get near sunghoon again. the land of the dead was weird. it was almost exactly like the land of the living, just where only a handful of the teens were able to reunite with their families. the rest had to fend for themselves.

it wasn’t hard, everything was the same except money was obsolete and there were only complexes where a new ghosts would live. sleep isn’t important to most ghosts, they don’t need it. it was only the new ghosts who did. the land of the dead was pretty much always awake with parties, clubs, and ghosts all about at all hours of the day.

you had your own dorm, it’s only a bedroom and you were lucky enough to be dead around the time there was a small amount of new ghosts. they were usually divided by age groups as well, most of the new ghosts were at least double your age.

your friends liked going to your dorm, it was a place to relax that wasn’t the forest or the diner. the only downside is your constant obsession with sunghoon, as they put it.

jake flips over in your bed, looking up at you as you bite your lip in thought. “what has you so obsessed with him anyway?”

“i’m not obsessed, that makes me sound weird.” you pout at him, “and i just find it interesting how mysterious he is.”

“interesting or attractive?” yunjin winks at you, and you have to resist the urge to throw a pillow at her,

“don’t,” you whine out. “i’m sure plenty of new ghosts find interest in him.”

jay shrugs, “yes, but they usually stop when he seems obviously uninterested.” well you weren’t like that. your mind was set on something and you had to have it. you also like to distract yourself after heartbreak, and playing detective with a mysterious ghost is a good distraction.

it took you a few days of searching his regular spots. the little retro themed diner downtown, the convenience store coincidentally near jay’s dorm, the library, the forest. though you didn’t check the forest well, it’s quite huge. so that’s where you’re headed today.

he’s usually on the outskirts, sitting on the benches by the water fountain where the entrance is. it’s a popular place for the younger ghosts to go. but as always recently, he’s not there. but you decide to go deeper, because after all he found you the other day.

you walk into the woods and put your hoodie up, looking around as you walk for his tall figure. you just hope he doesn’t see you before you see him, if he’s even in here.

you don’t know how long it took before you saw someone; maybe five minutes, maybe half an hour. it feels like time passes slower but simultaneously quicker in the land of the dead. despite the many times your friends reassured you it’s all in your head. everything was so new to you it was messing with you.

when you see them you quickly hide behind a tree, peering around it just a bit to watch them. they look a little shorter than sunghoon, wearing clothes with a little more color in contrast to sunghoon’s sheer white top and black pants. ghosts are stuck in the clothes they died in.

something you noticed about sunghoon is he always looks kind of wet. even though you’ve never gotten close enough, you’re sure he’s dry, but his clothes stick to his body weirdly and his hair looks damp. this person in the woods looks completely dry, it can’t be him.

“i told you to stop.”

you gasp and turn around, finally seeing the boy you’ve been looking for. “stop scaring me like that!”

sunghoon rolls his eyes and brushes past you, he knew you were going to follow him. “i’ve noticed you get scared easily. how about you stop being so jumpy instead?”

“so now you’re noticing things about me, huh? who’s the stalker now?” you wait for his response but like all of your other logical questions he doesn’t answer you.

“and yes, you did tell me to stop. but you also said you would be my friend.”

“i didn’t say that,” sunghoon rolls his eyes even though you couldn’t see him. “i said i would think about it. you don’t know if i haven’t or not.”

“you can’t expect me to keep up my end of the deal when you don’t!” you probably look very silly right now. any normal person would just stop, at least that’s what sunghoon thinks. but you just refuse and he has no idea why. there’s nothing special or interesting about him.

sunghoon stops walking but doesn’t turn around to look at you. “why won’t you just stop? really, i’m just one spirit out of countless here. there’s someone more interesting than me you can bother.”

you take this opportunity to walk in front of him, taking note of how he avoids your eyes. “i find you interesting.”

“why?”

you tap your chin in thought, “i don’t know how you died.”

sunghoon sighs, “no one does.”

“exactly! tell me.” sunghoon just shakes his head with an unamused laugh.

“i like to stay to myself.”

“okay mister mysterious,” sunghoon can’t hide the confused expression from setting on his face this time. you’re an odd little ghost. he knew you were knew, but he could usually shake off new ghosts easily. they’re impressionable and listen when they think there’s a power imbalance. “why are you always in the forest?”

“why are you always in the forest?” he rebuts, lifting his brow.

you squint your eyes at him, “it’s calming. your turn.”

“it’s calming.” sunghoon’s face remains stoic as he speaks and you hate it. you want a reaction out of him but he continues to deny you. you’re getting what you want one way or another. “how did you die?”

you roll your eyes at him, “really? i’m not answering that unless you do.”

“you’re childish.”

“you’re unfair!” you jab back at him, and you swear you see the corner of his lips twitch.

sunghoon hums and walks to a nearby tree, sitting down against it. you just watch, unknowing what to do. after a moment he looks up at you expectantly and you sit beside him.

“you first.” sunghoon’s voice is softer, quieter. you feel like you’re getting somewhere but you push the excitement down. last time he screwed you over.

you think for a moment, how the hell do you phrase this without seeming like someone desperate for a cheater? “i died from alcohol poisoning.” sunghoon looks at you curiously but doesn’t push the topic. everyone knew the gist of why you died, just not how,

“your turn.”

sunghoon sighs and rubs his palms on his pants. being closer to him you could let your knee touch his without seeming too weird — his clothes were wet. “i’ve never told anyone this.” he leans his head against the tree and gives you a stern look that tells you he may kill you again if you share this story.

“then why tell me?”

sunghoon leans closer and out of instinct you lean back, eyes going wide with how close he was getting. “do you want to jinx your chances?” you shake your head quickly and he laughs, genuinely laughs. it’s small and it’s short but it’s a laugh and you mentally pat yourself on the back.

he stays silent for a moment before clearing his throat. “well i was an ice skater, a pretty good one too. not to brag.” sunghoon smiles fondly at the memories, but his face turned sour quickly.

“anyways, even though i had to train a lot for competitions i still did it during a lot of my free time. it was my passion.” he can’t help but notice how intently you’re looking at him. you seem like you’re actually listening to him.

“it was christmas eve, it was cold outside and the pond near my house was frozen over. my parents were out buying last minute things for christmas dinner.”

sunghoon stops and looks forward, staring at who knows what for a few seconds. “are you okay?” he seems to have forgotten you were there, looking at you dazed for a second before nodding,

“i haven’t even relived this myself. but i should face it.” you smile gently at him but he looks away, avoiding your kindness. “the ice was thin i could tell, but i figured just a few minutes wouldn’t hurt. but it broke and i fell through. it was deeper than i thought and no one was home to notice.”

your eyes soften and out of instinct you want to reach out to grab his hand. but you know that would for sure weird him out even more, “that must’ve been very painful.”

sunghoon laughs, “you think? but it’s fine, there’s no pain anymore. i’m just constantly cold and wet which isn’t the best feeling. but it bothers others more than it bothers me by now.”

“really? can i see?” you slowly reach your hand out to touch his shirt when he swats your hand away,

“don’t push your luck, y/n.”

your eyes widen, “you know my name?”

“who doesn’t? you’re the girl who killed herself for heeseung.” that stung. he said heeseung’s name like it was venom that stung him leaving his mouth. is that how people really knew you?

“i didn’t kill myself for him.”

“that’s not what he says.”

you scoff and pull your knees to your chest, “you’re going to believe a cheater?” you mumble, resting your chin on your legs.

“well i’ve never been told the other side of the story.” you look at him and raise a brow. “care to tell me?”

“since when did your hostility disappear?” it’s like a switch flipped with him and his stoic look is back. when he stands up you know you’ve done something wrong but you swear you said it playfully. “wait, sunghoon!”

he doesn’t wait this time, he doesn’t walk slowly like he expected you to follow him. he just mumbled something about you judging him quickly like everyone else before he’s lost in the trees.

taglist: @adoredbyjay @natalunae @bluriki @boyfiejay

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I’m back! And with a new chapter! This one is shorter, but I still hope y’all will like it!

I had trouble writing this, but I still like how it came out.

The idea of the permanent or semi permanent tear tracks is from another account here on tumblr, but I can’t find it, when I do, I’ll tag them!

5 times someone thought that something was wrong with soap + 1 time they realized that’s just how soap is.

3. Alejandro

“He makes no sound when he walks”

When he told this to Rodolfo, he thought he was just being paranoid, after all, all soldier are trained to make as little sound as possible while on missions. Some get so used to it, that they don’t make sound while on base, or at home.

Los Vaqueros had arrived to the 141 base some days ago. Captain Price, Lieutenant Ghost, and sergeant Garrick had been there to greet them, but the other friendly sergeant was nowhere to be seen.

He didn’t pay it that much attention, but after days with no glimpses from the Scott, he decided to ask Captain Price.

“ Captain Price, it’s been a while since I’ve seen Sergeant soap, is he currently deployed?” he asked after all, the young man had been of great help during the Las Alma’s mission, I’m not seeing him was quite weird since he used to always be socializing with everyone.

“ Sergeant MacTavish is on break on base, he has been feeling ill since we came back from another base” captain price said, his eyes, revealing that a simple illness was not the whole truth to it, but who was Alejandro to pry on it? So he decided to ignore it, if the sergeant wasn’t feeling well, he wouldn’t bother him.

It wasn’t until night, that he would finally see the man, and it earned him a heart attack!

He was in the common room, simply making himself a tea, when he felt a cold shudder and a whisper that made shivers go down his spine

“Would ye make me a cup?” The sergeant spoke in a low voice

He jumped

“Hijo de las re mil putas! Dios, hermano que mierda?!” He got so scared that he didn’t bother switching languages. He turned quickly to keep on shouting at the other man, but the moment he saw him, he immediately disregarded the idea

The man was covered from head to toe. A hoodie that obviously wasn’t his fell to his mid thigh, paired with some ratty and worn sweatpants and a jacket that was simply draped over his shoulders. He looked like he hadn’t seen daylight in a month

“Sorry hermano, didn’t expect you to get so surprised…” Soap spoke, but his voice was all wrong, too low, too scratchy, as if he had been screaming for a week, and when he saw his face, he almost punched himself. His face was covered in tear tracks that looked like scars, as if he was a sculpture, and the tears had been carved on his skin. His eyes were red, contrasting the normally beautiful blue. He truly looked terrible

“Ah, don’t you worry brother, was my fault, was not paying attention” he tried to talk as usual, so to not make the other soldier feel bad

“Thanks, so… what about that cup of tea?” He said, a small grin on his face, and a tiny light in his eyes “actually, make it two”

“Huh? Two? I was already making one for myself”he asked, confused at the request

“I know, one for you, one for me, and one for Ghost. Sir, you gonna come out?”

And as if he hadn’t been scared enough for a night, the big form of the lieutenant appeared from the shadows of the doorway, making Alejandro think that maybe the whole 141 was crazy

“You okay Alejandro, you look like you have seen a ghost?” Said the sergeant, now with a shit eating grin

“Haha, sergeant, you think you are so funny” said the bigger man, his covered face saying nothing, but there was an amused shine in his eyes

Deciding that he didn’t get payed to deal with this, he focused on making tea for the three of them, and prayed that there wasn’t another hidden somewhere

He heard the lieutenant asking the other how he felt, how he had been, if he needed anything and thought, ‘was I that bad before confessing to Rudy?’

He laughed silently at that

When the tea was ready, and he left the common room and the lovebirds alone, he remembered

The sergeant hadn’t made any noise when he entered the room.

He hurried to tell his lover that.

@swiftwaterprawn , you asked me to tag you! So here it is! Hope it doesn’t disappoint.

#ghostsoap #soap call of duty #soap mactavish #price call of duty #soap mw2 #soapghost #ghost x soap #john soap mactavish #simon ghost riley #banshee! john mactavish #banshee! soap

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teecupangel · 1 year

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With a fine picture of Ezio ye yonder - imagine, if AC 1-3 ark was more stretched out in time, and Desmond's hair grew out long enough to be tied back. And since I'm a sucker for conspiracy theories in story universes, when at Monteriggioni Dean nd chances a walk outside. Obviously, someone sees. Say, an elderly citizen? And then they have to do a double-take cause seeing Desmond is like seeing a ghost from parent's stories

First of all: long-haired Desmond, mmmyeesss.

Okay but, what if, one of the oldest families in Monteriggioni has an actual portrait of Ezio in their living room? Some kind of family heirloom, maybe a descendant of one of Mario's mercenaries or maybe even the descendant of the art store owner!

So they see Desmond and they're like "holy shit, he looks exactly like the portrait in our living room! Down to the freaking scar!"

Then they remember that the painting had a title.

"The True Ruler of Monteriggioni."

So now the entire town is gossiping about it.

It's true! Roberto's son saw him with his own eyes!

His son?! The town drunk???

I saw him too! It's a ghost I tell you! The true ruler of Monteriggioni has returned from the grave!

A ghost wearing a hoodie and jeans???

So now people are checking out the Villa even though they're not allowed inside and our poor Assassin cell has no choice but to try and keep quiet and just listen as the people of Monteriggioni walk all over the villa finding clues

Shaun: This is all your fault, Desmond.

Desmond: How was I supposed to know they have a painting of Ezio??? Who keeps a portrait of a guy they're not even related to anyway???

Rebecca: Uuuhhh... pretty sure a lot of 'art enthusiasts' do that? Also, have you seen Ezio? He's hot. I even have him as my phone's wallpaper. See? (shows phone)

Desmond: Serious- Oh, wow. That's a hot photo.

Rebecca: Right?

Shaun: (takes deep breaths to calm himself)

Lucy: (keeps quiet while quickly changing her phone bg of Altaïr)

#ask and answer #assassin's creed #fic idea: assassin's creed #desmond miles #shaun hastings #rebecca crane #lucy stillman #ezio auditore #teecup writes/has a plot

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alphacrone · 1 year

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COLORS!

when i can't sleep i think about colors in netflix shows apparently and this has been haunting me

(ha! a pun)

*BOOK SPOILERS AT END.*

the primary color scheme of this show is blue&green/orange&red. it's done very obviously and veery intentionally.

blue is, clearly, Lucy's Color.

not only is it the only color she wears, she is the only character who wears it, with the exception of about 1/3 of the guests at the fittes ball. we will return to that. we will not return to that because i forgot my theory for why that was. aesthetics, we'll say.

similar to lucy, orange is George's Color. it's more or less the only color he wears, but he not the only person who wears it. joplin wears a good amount of orange and red as well.

Lockwood's color scheme is, for the most part, black and white. He does wear ties in shades of red and blue, but they're dark and muted. (also the gray hoodie of despair.) this could be to paint him as a colorless, "hollow" person, but could also be a reflection of his black and white approach to ghosts: they are not people, they are evil, they should be destroyed and thinking about them beyond that is a waste of time. if the show is renewed, it would be interesting to see if his color scheme changes over time. (possibly hard to do with his very specific outfit of choice)

(ok but sidenote, love that he wears versions of "lucy's color" and "george's color" over his heart ok bye)

(george and lucy do also sometimes wear bits of each other's colors as well and that also makes me happy)

this black and white, law and order, unnuanced approach to ghosts is also reflected in barnes and deprac as a whole:

now Fittes:

Fittes is gray, yes. That is their official color. Perhaps to represent iron and silver. Perhaps to represent the nuance between the black and white of DEPRAC. perhaps because marissa had boring taste. who's to say.

Fittes House also has quite a bit of red/orange in it. The uniforms have stripes of orange along the side.

making orange George's color could be a reference to him as a former Fittes employee. OR it could represent something that he and Fittes have in common.

i find it an interesting choice, given that Rotwell's color is red. you would think they'd want to use blue or purple or green to differentiate themselves. could mean something. could also just be that fittes had a zealous branding team.

are these rotwell agents? maybe! i hope that's a lion on their collars, that would be hilarious.

(tangent: i have a theory that, if the show is renewed, red would be holly's color. HOWEVER, i think she would either start red--as a "seductress" in lucy's mind or to represent rotwell--and fade to pink to show her true self, OR she would start a demure, feminine pink and dress in more reds as she lets herself be brave and a little unhinged. i'd take it either way. i love my daughter holly)

related: jacobs was red and yellow. perhaps a rudimentary version of fittes orange? a knock-off of the rotwell red? the costume department having a good time at the expense of these children? hard to say.

ghosts themselves come in shades of white, black, blue, green, and red. so far this hasn't proven to mean anything...unless??

yeah i don't know. i have ideas but i don't think they're sane or rational.

why did i include ghost pictures. their colors don't have meaning to me. i couldn't find a pattern. i am so tired.

but anna, you might be saying. who cares? it doesn't actually mean anything. they're just colors assigned to characters and lucy, as the main character, gets to be special and monopolize blue. it's just a stylistic choice.

that's what i assumed. but then i saw THIS bad boy:

i might be grasping at straws. that center light might actually be white. maybe it's a Portal reference.

(tbh, it might actually be a Portal reference)

but knowing what i know about Fittes from the books...it gave me pause.

so what is it that these colors actually represent? it's not as simple as humans vs. ghosts, because the ghosts aren't all blue.

let's look closer at the dichotomy of george and lucy. in a way, they're two sides of the same coin when it comes to Visitors. where lockwood has no interest in ghosts other than eliminating them, george and lucy both want to know everything about them. lucy wants to know them as sentient beings, as people to help; george wants to know the what and why and how of it all, wants to end the problem, or at least understand it. they're the head and the heart of the agency. which leaves lockwood to be the hands. (insert sex joke here)

so, orange/red--george, joplin, fittes. even rotwell, though we don't see them. these are entities who are, for better or worse, trying to understand the problem, trying to get to the other side.

the opposite color, blue? it is the other side:

lucy is our liaison to the world of ghosts. she can hear them across the veil. the only one in blue. the only one with this connection. (other than marissa)

SO. A BLUE CIRCLE IN A RED/ORANGE CIRCLE. WHAT COULD IT MEAN.

WHAT COULD FITTES POSSIBLY BE UP TO.

in conclusion, i'm tired as fuck, i think i just ranted about a basic color scheme for too long, and i think there was no reason to try and figure this out.

this might have just been a reason to ramble about how these two complement each other and they're best friends and i love them.

in conclusion: colors!

#lockwood & co. tv #lockwood & co.#lockwood and co #book spoilers sort of at the end #lucy carlyle #george karim #ok to rb

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andtheny · 11 months

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DPxDC Family Week

Bruce was minding his own business when he felt a chill.

He was just walking down the sidewalk with his hands in his pockets, but the random cold front had him looking up.

There was a kid walking down the sidewalk in the opposite direction. Like Bruce, he had his head down as he walked. He was shivering, wearing an over-sized hoodie, and... it looked like his face was bruised up.

Shit! Bruce thought. Is this a run away orphan?!

"Whoa," Bruce said. "Hold up!"

The kid looked up with wide eyes, then vanished!

"Whoa!" Bruce said. "What the hell?!"

"Sorry!" a kid's voice said, from the empty air. "Um, bye!"

"Wait!" Bruce said.

But... no one was there.

I'm going insane! Bruce thought. I'm talking to myself and hallucinating!

"Are you still here?" Bruce demanded. "Are you an orphan?!"

"No!" a kid's voice said. "I have parents!"

"An auditory hallucination!" Bruce said. "Holy shit, I've gone insane!"

"No!" the voice said. "You aren't insane!"

"Fuck you, voice!" Bruce said. "I obviously am!"

The kid reappeared right in front of Bruce and Bruce flinched backwards, falling and landing on his butt.

"Oh no!" the kid said. "I'm so sorry, sir!"

"Huh?" Bruce said.

"I didn't mean to scare you!"

"Wh-what?" Bruce said.

"You aren't hallucinating!" the kid said. "I'm dead! I'm a ghost! You aren't insane!"

"Holy shit," Bruce said. "I need to send myself to the Arkham Asylum."

"Don't do that!" the kid said, looking panicked. "That place is for crazy murderers!"

"That's why I belong there!" Bruce said. "I'm a crazy murderer!"

"What?!" the kid said, looking terrified.

"I'm always murdering murderers!" Bruce said.

"Oh shit!" the kid said. "Me too! Except they're already dead!"

"What?" Bruce said.

"I kill them over and over again but they keep coming back because they're ghosts!" the kid said. "Um, I decided to be a super hero!"

"Oh my GOD!" Bruce said. "You're definitely a hallucination!"

"No I'm not!" the kid said, pouting. "You have to believe me!"

"Are you an orphan too?" Bruce demanded. "Are you... like... a manifestation of my childhood self?"

"Fuck," the kid said. "You're just like my sister!"

Thank Christ! Bruce thought. He has a sister!

"Oh!" Bruce said. "You're real?"

"Yes!" the kid said. "I'm super real! That's what I've been saying!"

"Then what the hell do you think you're doing out here in the city by yourself?" Bruce said. "Where the fuck are your parents?"

The kid looked nervous. "Um... my parents... uh... they hunt ghosts."

"Huh?" Bruce said.

"They don't know I'm a ghost," the kid said. "So... I have to be really careful, um, because if they find out I'm a ghost they'll hunt me?"

"Oh no!" Bruce said. "I'll adopt you!"

"Huh?" the kid said.

"C'mon," Bruce said. "Let's go talk to Alfred."

"Who?" the kid said.

"My butler," Bruce said. "He'll know what to do."

"You have a butler?!" the kid said, laughing.

"Ugh," Bruce said. "Just come with me! It isn't safe for a teenager to be out in the city without parents!"

"Um, you're not wrong," the kid said. "But what if you're a pedophile or something?"

"Fuck you!" Bruce said. "I'm not a pedophile!"

The kid was laughing.

He's laughing at me?! Bruce thought. What a little brat!

"Sorry," the kid said. "Uh... my name is Danny."

"Uh... hi," Bruce said. "My name is Bruce."

"Nice to meet you," Danny said, smiling shyly. "I can't go with you, but... like... nice to meet you."

"Oh," Bruce said. "Uh... you know what? That's fair."

"Thanks," Danny said. "You be careful okay? Please don't send yourself to a psychiatric ward. Those places are NOT helpful. To anyone."

"Ugh," Bruce said. "I know."

"Cool," Danny said. "Cause... like... um, please don't be offended."

"Huh?" Bruce said.

"Look," Danny said. "Psychiatry is a baby science."

"It is?" Bruce said, frowning. "Uh... hasn't it been around for hundreds of years or something?"

"Technically yes," Danny said. "But... like... the other sciences have been around for THOUSANDS of years."

"Huh," Bruce said.

"Obviously the therapists are doing their best," Danny said. "Um... but they are very stupid and bad at their jobs."

"Holy shit," Bruce said. "Are you a little genius or something?"

"Huh?" Danny said. "No. My sister is a genius, not me."

"Oh," Bruce said. "Okay?"

"Anyway," Danny said. "Um... please don't talk to any therapists!"

"Huh?" Bruce said.

"You're... uh.... you are.... shit, I'm just going to say it."

Bruce scowled and said, "Say what?"

"You're an emotionally vulnerable man!" Danny said. "Those therapists would eat you alive!"

Then, blushing, the kid vanished again.

"What?!" Bruce said. "Fuck you! No I'm not!"

"Yes you are!" Danny's voice said.

The kid was invisible, but still here!

"What the fuck!" Bruce said. "Are you actually dead?!"

"Yes I am!" Danny said. "I'm going to fly away, sir!"

"What?!"

But Danny didn't respond.

"Did you actually fly away or are you fucking with me?!" Bruce shouted.

But the voice was gone. The boy was gone.

"What the fuck," Bruce said. "I've gone insane!"

"You okay?" a random drunk woman said. "Need help, baby?"

"Fuck off!" Bruce said. "I don't need help from anyone!"

"Don't be like that," she cooed. "I can show you a good time."

"Ugh," Bruce said. "Fuck off."

Then he walked away and went back to minding his own business.

#dp #dc #crossover #robert pattinson #the batman 2022 #the batman #danny phantom #one shot

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bellezabelize · 2 months

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✨Weekly Tag Wednesday!✨

Tho here, it's already Thursday

Thanks for the tag @jrooc ♡. I'm a tumblr loner, so no tags from me 😅 hahaha.

how is your day going? Pretty damn shite, have another two hours to work through with an attention span of a goldfish.

are you okay? Nah, if it wasn't for meds I would have a full on depressive episode.

are you single? Indeed.

are you happy about that? Yes, I don't do romance, tho I think it might be nice to have someone to come back to and share the daily shit with.

what is your favourite shade of your favourite colour? Obviously it's Hamlindigo blue 💙.

what age do you feel in your brain? Good question, it tends to swing between 19 and 69.

do you feel like the good times are behind you or ahead of you? Both? Had a few years between severe depressive episodes, when I was doing crazy shit while maniac, but other than that I don't think I was ever truly happy in a healthy way and currently my life is shit, so I can only hope the actual good times are ahead of me.

do you have a best friend? Yeah, I do.

did you have a childhood pet? Yes, I had crazy-aggressive rabbit and few other pets, till I finally got my mum to get me my dream dog - a foxterrier. Been with me for 12 years - sadly she passed away when I was about 21.

do you light candles or incense? Incense, then I read tarot for shits and giggles, but apparently what I see helps some people so that's nice? I'm basically younger version of Professor Trelawney, and my room smells like her classroom, lol.

are you busy Friday night? Yeah, team outing. I would skip it, but I've already missed the last one and don't want to be accused of not being into company values. I will have one beer and go home.

if you were a circus performer which act would you be in? I used to do gymnastics and I do aireal yoga sometimes so maybe something involving that.

what's the last thing you created? An invoice, lol. Apart from that, the lunch I had today at work - considering I enjoyed it despite the lack of appetite, it was pretty fuckin good.

what is your favourite outfit? Either my pale blue dress, or black tennis skirt with some nice sweater. Unless I'm depressed like today, then oversized hoodie and some yoga pants.

what is your favourite fic or book of all time? Fuck, I have too many. Maybe from the top of my head "The Dead Zone" for a book and "Stages of Hope" for a fic.

what are you looking forward to? Long term, getting a new job and leaving my shithole of a country, as for today, smoking weed, cuddling with my cat and reading/watching something.

what can put you immediately in a better mood? Fanfictin and Shayne Topp reading reddit stories.

do you like hugs? Depends, I'm very particular about who can hug me. I can really like someone and feel awkward when they hug me, or I can meet someone for the first time and feel comfortable in their arms

what is something you wish people understood about you? I’m bitchy and won't sugar-coat, but I will go an extra mile to help you, if you're my friend. Also, I'm not just moody, I'm bipolar. I can ghost people for a week, not because I feel like ignoring them but because holding a conversation even getting out of bed is too much of an effort. And when I go overly mad, that's because I'm maniac, and not just being dramatic for the sake of causing drama. My bank account is really sad when that happens, lol.

#tag game #probably tmi

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starcrossedyanderes · 1 year

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Christmas Shopping

I know it’s been a while.. but here’s a bit of a Christmas special! I’m kinda busy with a whole lot of baking, so I just decided to release this early!

Xavier

He couldn’t believe he was out in public, wearing simply a black hoodie and sunglasses. And the hoodie up, nonetheless!

Xavier shudders at the notion but the fact is, his current attire isn’t very.. princely.

But he supposes love makes a person do crazy things.

And Xavier was far past that point.

If you ever doubt his love for you, his darling, just know he went incognito in public for you.

The occasion? Christmas shopping.

Now he obviously bought you loads of gifts but he wanted to get you something.. more personal. Something he had to go shopping for himself.

That’s what lead him to the Kate Spade store.

Today he was going to buy you your first designer bag.

This was something he wouldn’t trust any servants with. He wanted your first bag to be special. Perfect. And he had just the one in mind.

He wanted your present to be somewhat Christmassy and he believed in his spies reports on your internet searches (yes he knows everything you look up) in the past you were looking at some Kate Spade knockoffs.

So he quickly grabbed the items and walked up to the counter.

“Hello, sir, is that all for you today?”

He resigned himself to a simple nod.

“Alrighty, your total would be..”

He quickly pulled out his Centurion Amex to simply get the ordeal over with.

“Oh.. alrighty then. If I could get your signature?”

He did so in silence as well. The woman turned the screen around only to gasp at the name.

But by then he was basically out of the store.

But all the effort was worth it to see your face light up.

He got you the polar bear Kate spade bag, with matching wallet.

Avery

Avery is actually fond of Christmas since it means he can pull out the cardigans and what not. But the thing is he almost exclusively shopped online. Since he doesn’t feel comfortable going out really.

But with you guys now sharing a residence you might open up the delivery and ruin the surprise!

So he has to do something he despises. Interacting with humans. (That aren’t you, of course.)

He went into a Target for you. That’s a lot for Avery.

Now something I tend to forget about Avery is the fact that he is a major gamer. And he likes to play games with you so he wanted to get you a gift for your shared interests!

He got you a giant korok plush! (For those unaware it’s a Legend of Zelda thing)

He also might have crocheted you a lil something..

Rygel

He doesn’t really do Christmas, surprise surprise. Honestly it’s a legitmate surprise he got you anything. But his ‘Mom’ happens to be obsessed with Pinterest so made him get you something.

They just don’t have Christmas where he’s from. They don’t really do holidays in general.

For one you will definitely get a cookie box from Rygel’s ‘mom’. Like, a real nice one. (She totally didn’t just pay someone to make the whole thing.)

Rygel gets you two things. Exactly what you wanted to the exact detail. In fact something you may not have been really aware you wanted. (Don’t question his psychic abilities). His ‘mom’ also insisted on a more personal gift so he got you a star chart of the exact you 2 met. This includes the stars your planet doesn’t even know about.

Emmett

Emmett gives you his presence. He is a ghost after all. He can manipulate the air enough and play the piano and sing for you though.

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