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brigoesrahhh · 11 months

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"Oh no please, call me Jonathan."

Jonathan Ohnn / The Spot x f!Reader.

Part one, Part two, Part three.

1k+ words.

Summary: You worked at Alchemax for a small part-time job. You had planned a date with someone you met online, but they didn’t show. Saddened and with the day not going great, you sat alone at your table, scrolling on your phone. That was until Dr. Ohnn, the big scientist behind the experiments at Alchemax, who was secretly dying to talk to you, sat at your table.

A/N: the POV occasionally switches between jonathan and the reader. i hope its not confusing <3

You just got the text you’d expected from your date:

“Sorry, I can’t make it tonight.”

You sighed and closed your eyes, resting your elbows on the small cafe table. What did you think was going to happen when you had planned the date online? Certainly not that you were going to meet the love of your life. Nope, definitely not. But you wished it was that easy. They were attractive, but canceling a date at the last minute isn’t exactly the best reflection of someone’s personality.

You looked around at the view of the cafe from your seat, taking in all of the little details in its decor. This was your favorite place to go, and the baristas knew you pretty well, immediately assuming your signature order and bringing it to your table.

“You have a date? You look nice,” she complimented, teasing you with a wink. You hummed in response, laughing a little at yourself.

You smiled at her sadly when she wished you good luck, before she quickly ran off back to work. Today had been a busy day for the cafe, with a surprising influx of customers throughout the afternoon. She hadn’t noticed the disappointment hidden behind your kind smile.

The bell hanging from the door bounced around as more people came in, smiling and greeting each other. It had become a common sound to you at this point, and your brain began to muffle out the ringing bells and indistinct chatter. After taking a sip of your beverage, you opened your phone and started mindlessly scrolling.

“Mm.. hm-hm-hmm~ Quick coffee then run, quick coffee then run~” he mumbled to himself merrily as he opened the door, ringing its bell once more. He strolled in, walking straight to the counter of the cafe. His focused expression quickly changed to a calculating one, realizing the size of the lineup ahead of him. He was going to be here for longer than he thought.

He sighed, finally taking a moment to look around the cafe. Unlike you, he didn’t come here often… So he didn’t exactly expect to see you in such a rush.

And you looked good. Beautiful, truly. You appeared to be dressed for a date, with delicate makeup adorning your features and a cute dress making you look your best. He couldn't help but wonder who you were meeting and if they were in the line with him. As he continued to observe, he noticed a slight hint of nervousness in your demeanor, causing him to feel a pang of sympathy.

His lips parted slightly at the sight, and especially the thought of you on a date that wasn't with him. As much as he didn’t want to admit it, he was pining over you. He would change his path to his office for you just to see your face. Sometimes he would think of you while he was doing his experiments. Hell — he would even scribble little doodles on his lab papers daydreaming about you, and then he’d have to reprint them to keep his work ‘professional’.

Growing impatient in line, he tapped the tips of his fingers together, looking in your direction. He thought for a moment. You looked unoccupied, taking a sip of your drink and scrolling on your phone. “She probably doesn’t want anyone bothering her," he thought to himself. But his urge to talk to you outweighed his anxiety.

A rare surge of confidence came over him, and he found his legs leaving the line of customers and walking over to you as his brain screamed at him not to move.

He cleared his throat, and sat in the seat in front of you. A nervous smile peaked through his lips, and you looked up from your phone in surprise. Why was such an important scientist sitting in front of you while you weren’t working? And more importantly… Why with you?

His sudden presence made you freeze up for a second. You came back and scrambled to think of what to say, when he filled the silence.

“Hey! I was just stoppin’ by for a quick coffee and I wanted to say hi, uh-” He awkwardly extended his hand for you to shake it. “Damn it, why did I do that? This is casual, not business!” he thought.

He was relieved when you looked back up at him, smiling, and shaking his hand. Noticing a little confusion on your face made him nervous, as he obviously didn’t want to explain the whole “I have a crush on you” and that he had impulsively gotten himself sitting in front of you.

He quickly changed the subject and asked how you were doing, hoping to steer the conversation away from his moment of awkwardness. If it was any other day, you would've responded with the typical "I'm good, how are you?" But today was different.

"Kinda shit," you said bluntly, forgetting who he was and a tad surprised at your own response. Although he was worried, he was amused by your frankness. "You?"

"I'm fine, don't worry about me. But what's up? Did something happen?" He asked, not realizing how worried he had come off, and not really caring.

"Well," you said, trying to be as honest as possible without sounding like an ass.

"I planned a date with someone, but they didn't show." You explained briefly, a little embarrassed.

"Oh I'm so sorry!" He said, placing a hand on your arm. "They probably didn't deserve you anyway…" He mumbled, a trace of anger in his voice at how someone could make you feel bad about yourself.

"I appreciate that," you said with a small smile. "But it's okay, I'll just move on and find someone better." You were grateful for his support, but you didn't want to dwell on the disappointment.

"You deserve someone who will appreciate and respect your time," he continued, offering a reassuring smile. "But hey, if you're up for it, we could grab some drinks and make the most of the night."

Your mouth opened partially in shock, but with pleasant surprise. You grin when you see a faint blush spread over his cheeks as he realizes what he had offered.

"I'd like that Dr. Ohnn," You say grinning.

"Oh no please, call me Jonathan." He says, awkwardly.

"Okay," You say, giggling softly. He responds with a smile, his blush deepening.

As you continued chatting, he couldn't help but feel a little nervous around you, wondering if you could sense his attraction. Despite his nerves, he was grateful for the opportunity to finally catch up with you.

#this was so much fun to write omg #i want to hug him tightly #atsv #across the spider verse #the spot #the spot x reader #jonathan ohnn #jonathan ohnn x reader #jonathan ohnn x f!reader

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lazyjellyfish300 · 5 months

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DD pt 3 part 2 of 2

Fem reader x Miguel O'Hara who is your Uber driver

This art was commissioned to accompany this chapter by the incredibly talented @/ejpuki on Instagram. Please go support the original artist!

Pt 1 , Pt 2 , Pt 3 1 , Part 4 , Part 5

Synopsis- fem reader drinks too much and the bartender calls a random Uber for her which happens to be Miguel O'Hara himself. Her friends suck and ditch her. There's a lot of tension on the ride home...

TW: MINORS DNI, some blood, little.violence, suggestive content ,age gap (reader 26, Miguel 34), this one is a sad one, inspired by the original comic

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Over the next few days you two text back and forth and talk on the phone. You feel so happy and excited about this budding romance between you two. It's been so long since you felt safe enough to let yourself catch feelings for a guy. You flood his phone while he's at work. Miguel isn't used to someone texting him so often but it's kind of cute how you update him on every little thing that's happening in your day and he has to try not to burst out laughing in the break room at some of the Instagram reels you send him.

Your text convo:

Miguel (pookie 🐻❤️) : Why tf would you send me a video of a banana cat with that sad music 😂😐🤨 and who is that white guy that's always randomly showing up at the end of videos with that whistle tune playing?

You(amor ❤️): it's a meme babe you don't get it😂😂😂 it's supposed to be random, that's what makes it funny af. And that's Josh Hutcherson. You've never seen or read Hunger Games?!

Miguel(pookie 🐻❤️): no, I haven't. Your sense of humor is a little broken I'm afraid. 🤨 You kids and your memes.

You(amor ❤️): my sense of humor is just fine 😂LMAO you're only like 8 years older than me. 😂 we're watching it immediately! And we're going to Barnes and Noble to get you a copy. 😇

Miguel(pookie 🐻❤️): hmmm fine.😌 When would you like to, cutie? ❤️

You(amor ❤️): This weekend please? ❤️❤️❤️

Miguel(pookie 🐻❤️): I'm so sorry, I'll have Gabi with me. But she'll be at her mom's next weekend. Can we do it then? ❤️

You(amor ❤️): that's okay I totally understand! ❤️ Yes please! I'm so excited ❤️ I miss you...

Miguel(pookie 🐻❤️): perfect. I miss you more. ❤️

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Next Friday

Miguel drives to work, his heart like a dead weight in his chest and his mind racing with different scenarios on how he's going to tell his boss he's had enough. This isn't what he signed up for. The project he was overseeing at work was trying to create these "special abilities"in humans. One of the test subjects passed away this week and he'd be lying to himself if he said it wasn't messing with his head. He had nightmares about her. She couldn't have been older than 19. Her blue eyes frantic as she realized she might not make it off the lab table alive. Her horrified screams ringing in his eardrums. Miguel's fist clamped tighter around the steering wheel as he choked back a sob. He felt this was his burden to shoulder alone. He knew he was falling for you steadily now, and he didn't want you to go crazy worrying about him. He knows you love to try and fix people, a lot of times to your detriment and couldn't stand to see you in that position or live with the fact that he put you there.

He really didn't care for his boss, Tyler Stone either. Tyler Stone was the 6'3, blonde haired, blue eyed, egotistical vice president over Research and Development at Alchemax. He and the other higher ups just spent all day figuratively (and possibly literally) sucking each other off in boardroom meetings for the hard work everyone underneath them was doing. He was a businessman, not a scientist, and it became clear to Miguel that profit came first for him over scientific discovery and advancement, and his cronies shared the same philosophy.

Miguel faced the man now, sitting in his office. Tyler sighed and walked over to his decanter set that sat in the corner of his office on top of a polished mahogany drink cabinet.

"Care for some bourbon?" He asked, rolling up his sleeves.

Miguel pinched the bridge of his nose and nodded, closing his eyes for a moment.

"It pains me to hear that you're wanting to leave, it really does." Tyler says as he pours the bourbon in two short, square glasses.

"I chose you because I believed you could handle it. Your track record doesn't lie, Miguel. You were top of your class at Columbia University. I've seen your research and read your thesis that you did with them. You know Dain was actually the one that submitted your nomination to me when I was looking for someone to promote?" Tyler hands the glass of bourbon to Miguel who murmurs a low thank you.

"My point is, if you leave, I got no one to replace you, and that makes my job even more tough." Tyler takes a sip of his bourbon and makes a small face. "I'm going to bat for your little science project every time I meet with the board of directors. I'll be honest with you, they're ready to trim the fat." Tyler's blue eyes bore into Miguel's over the rim of his glass. "But I tell them that this process, is worth the wait. We won't have these superhuman abilities lined up for purchase on shelves tomorrow. But give or take a few years we will be the first to break 100 bil in quarterly revenue when we roll this out to the public. My point is, I'm willing to do whatever I gotta do to keep this project afloat because I've ran the numbers, I've seen what guys like you and Dain can do. It's a worthwhile investment."

Miguel takes a sip of his bourbon and winces. Fuck it, he downs the rest of the whiskey, his throat on fire. He holds out his empty glass to Tyler who takes it and goes to refill it, his back turned to Miguel.

"I'm sorry...." Miguel finally says. "I've made up my mind. I'm flattered that you think I'm the right person for this job, but I'm telling you, I don't want to be the guy who all of this is riding on anymore. I'm not gonna gamble if people's lives are the chips."

Tyler's face went dark and he started tapping the side of his glass, his back still turned to Miguel.

Since when did this fucker grow a conscience? He knows he wouldn't be doing this job if he wasn't getting paid for it either right? He'd given Miguel and his team resources that any group of scientists would give their left kidney for. It was thanks to him in those board meetings that those ungrateful bastards even still had a job. And now their hang up is human test subjects?

Tyler handed Miguel back another glass and said nothing as he watched Miguel down it. Miguel winced again as he finished his liquor, throat still on fire and cheeks starting to flush.

Tyler turned back around, looking at the now setting sun on the horizon. "I'm afraid I can't let you go." He said calmly.

Miguel raised an eyebrow, then suddenly his face turned white when Tyler held up an empty vial of Rapture, his back still turned to him. Tyler spoke again, his back still facing Miguel. "Alchemax is the only distributor of Rapture. Leave if you want, but I'm going to have to be forced to let the board know and involve law enforcement when they realize one of their silly little scientists couldn't keep his hands out of the cookie jar and became a needy little addict." He took a long sip.

"You're not gonna make me look like a weak little bitch in front of the whole board. I don't lose, Miguel. You're not gonna fuck this up for me."

Enraged, Miguel shot up, shattering the shot glass in his hand, blood gushing out of his fingers. "You fucking piece of shit!"

Tyler remained calm. "You wanna hurt me? Go right ahead. I used your sign in to get this vial from the lab. The access history and empty vial next to my dead body will just deepen the hole you dug yourself. Either do as I say, or throw away your freedom right now and kill me before you even had a chance to see your little girl go to Prom."

Miguel paused. This fucker was playing chess with him. Tyler took another sip. "It'd be a damn shame if you did. Especially about that new slutty girlfriend of yours. Did you even get to find out what her pussy feels like?"

That was it. Miguel threw his chair against the wall, the wooden legs splintering into the cabinet Tyler was leaning up against, a neutral expression on his prick face as he sipped more bourbon.

Miguel turned and left the office, and slammed the door so hard the receptionist let out a small squeak of terror as Miguel tore down the hallway, rage seething out of his ears.

"Aaron?" Tyler asked in his cold expressionless voice.

A short, balding man in his mid-thirties with green eyes and thick black rimmed glasses stepped out from behind a two way mirror in the corner of Tyler's office.

"You rewrote the code in Machine A-2099 in sector 8, right?"

"Yes boss."

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You hummed happily as you lit a few of your favorite vanilla almond scented candles on your coffee table. You went all out with a smorgasbord of treats for your movie date night with Miguel including popcorn, gummy worms, Milk Duds, Pretzels, M&Ms, beef jerky, and root beer floats. As soon as you got off work, you cleaned the whole apartment top to bottom and put fresh sheets on the bed. You checked your phone anxiously.

Text convo:

Miguel (pookie 🐻❤️): Good morning beautiful ❤️ how'd you sleep? Have a great day, I'll be at your apartment at 8 pm.

You(amor ❤️): you just made my whole morning!🥰🥰 Good morning handsome! I slept great! I'm so looking forward to movie night tonight. I have a bunch of treats and goodies for us to snack on too. 😇

Miguel (pookie 🐻❤️): that sounds wonderful, baby. ❤️ Driving to work now, I'll text you when I get there but I'm not going to be able to talk much today. I have a meeting with the boss and a bunch of other stuff related to the project I'm overseeing. Just wanted to let you know not to worry ❤️ I'll call you at 6!

6 pm came and went and you felt sick to your stomach.

You(amor ❤️): Babe? Everything okay, I tried you twice.

Nothing.

You (amor ❤️): Miguel? It's 9 pm. Are you okay? Please just call or text me to let me know everything's okay...

It was now 10 pm. He wasn't coming. Your stomach lay in knots. You had called him 28 times with no answer.

What's happening? Is he cheating on me? Did he get into an accident? Is he dead on the side of the road while I'm hundreds of miles away and can't do anything?

He gets busy at work but he always, always checks in with you. You can't help but fight back tears at his untouched root beer float sitting next to yours. You knew going into this that you had to jump, knowing you were gonna fall and he might not be there to catch you. Well, here you were with a small dagger in your heart on what was supposed to be your second date. You couldn't help but let yourself get in your head. His rejection of you this time confirmed everything you feared about yourself. You laid down on the couch and sobbed quietly to sleep.

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That same night at Alchemax

Miguel's painful screams reverberated off the tiled floor of the genetics lab at Alchemax. The tall powerful man he was, was writhing on the floor in agony. It was as though his blood had turned to acid. His whole body felt on fire. Please God, if I'm supposed to die right now just take me already. He hadn't felt pain this intense ever before in his life. His eyes turned bloodshot, foaming at the mouth as his saliva bubbled and splurted out in incoherent gasps.

Aside from his screams, the machine responsible for his pain let out a low beep. Miguel knew that a copy of his original DNA sample was logged into one of the gene altering machines that he set up when he was first put in charge of Tyler's superhuman project. He knew that as long as he had a drop of Rapture in him, he'd remain an addict defenseless against his new dependency Tyler forced on him. He had tried in vain to rewrite his current biology back to the original, but Tyler was one step ahead. Tyler knew nothing about science or how DNA worked, but it didn't take much to convince Miguel's bitter, jealous subordinate, Aaron Delgado to sabotage the machine. Very little was known about what type of effect that might have on a human, so there was a good chance he'd just die. Just what they wanted. Aaron and Tyler's smug faces entered the lab, watching Miguel suffer and taunting him, even pouring up another round of bourbon while they waited for the show to end. Yep, he'd be dead in just a few more minutes. They had an alibi and a cover up ready to go. They'd post his job opening by Monday and then they could pretend like this never happened. Miguel suddenly became still, his chest seeming to freeze in place, no longer rising and falling with his normal breathes.

Gabriella, my little girl...I'm so sorry....I love you more than anything

His eyes became glassy with tears. He was on his way to finding happiness with you too, only to have the rug pulled out from under him, now he was going to die here, alone. And those who killed him would never know justice behind their corporate wall of privilege and greed that would surely protect them. He uttered your name, his lips barely moving before his eyes fell closed and saw only black..

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Pt 4 coming soon! Thanks for the support 🖤

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glassrowboat · 5 months

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From the Past. Dottore.

Summary: What is the most wretched thing, the one we read about in books as they spell out horror after horror? Well, to Dottore, it's losing you. So even as he curses himself for being selfish, he takes a clawed hand in his own and grips it so tightly it can't even threaten him with the idea of being pulled away.

Word count: 2000+

Warnings: Gore, psychological torture implied, toxic dynamic, and Dottore. Yes, he is a warning.

Authors note: The doctor and reader were not in a romantic relationship previous to the contents of this fic.

The sounds of wailing screams must have stopped hours ago now as Dottore walked back into the lab, the silence he was met with almost startling compared to the banging fists and pleas for help that filled the air as he left. That is if he didn't already expect this outcome. To the doctor this is just another day like any other, even as the screech of metal dragging against the floor hit his ears, a black line worn into the ground from the amount of times he's opened and closed this particular cell.

Just another thing to fix later.

Dottore didn't even flinch as the smell of blood hits his nose in waves. Far too used to it to be nauseated now he walks through the door, bits and pieces of flesh coating the walls as blood reached high enough to cake the ceiling. The sound of a drip, drip, drip melodic. Though none of that mattered compared to the sight of a messy head of hair, the light slipping through the door way just enough to illuminate the figure that sat there as she turned to look at him.

“It appears you have outdone yourself again, my favorite test experiment. Did you have fun while I was gone?” Judging by the fact there's barely any remains to be had of the live test subject he threw in there with her, the answer had to be yes.

“I did.” Ahh, simple and to the point as always. Or at least as it always is now. “Welcome back Dottore.”

“Glad to be back.” Smiling down at her he offered what could barely be called a woman anymore a hand. She may have appeared just as she did once upon a time but the blood covering her mouth was a clear indication as to otherwise. Such a sweet little face so clearly hiding a brutal and ravenous creature only he truly knew the extent of. “Now that you are fed-”

Without even bothering to accept his hand she was right in front of him in an instant. Matted hair tickling Dottore's neck as she leaned in. There was no point to be startled, or to even act afraid, not when he knew this one would never hurt him. He was confident in that.

The quick sound of a sniff however still had him looking down at her with a raised eyebrow though. “You smell like the other harbingers. Were you in a meeting again?”

Dottore chuckled softly at her question. After all, a day (y/n) actually chose to converse was a good day in his books. “Yes, I did just attend meeting with the other harbingers,” he replied, his breath brushing over her cheek. “And what is to you if I did?”

“Well,” her eyes fell down to the floor, a sight one could almost miss in the dark room. “You used to tell me when you were busy. Now you just leave without a word.”

We used to be so much closer.

“Right.” Dottore grumbled. “Things have changed. My priorities have changed; I'm sure you understand. I can't be with you all the time anymore.” He has work to do, tests to run, papers to write, just…things that keep him busy over all.

Waiting for a moment Dottore looked down at her, waiting for that sharp tongue he had grown so used to. A comment along the lines of: ‘well maybe if you had told me of this before you wouldn't come across as such a prick.’ Yet the woman leaning into him said nothing of the sort, no sharp bite to share. Not this time.

Of course she wouldn't.

“Let's get you cleaned up, dear.” Placing his hand on the small of her back Dottore led her out the cell. It wasn't meant to keep her captive anyway. She wouldn't go anywhere even without a door that screeched in sheer agony everytime I was forced open locking her in.

The remains of what was once her meal left behind as he pushed her towards the small wash station right up until she was standing under the shower head. He didn't even bother to warn her as he turned the water on, already knowing she wouldn't mind. The freezing water beat down on her in a way that would have Dottore shivering in her place if their positions were swapped, but she barely showed a sign of recognizing what just happened.

There were no complaints of the cold to be had as she hissed at him about being a bitch. Simply standing there. Watching.

“Are you really so unbothered by this?” Why did he even ask that, he already knew the answer. Maybe, just maybe the sound of the water would drown out the pointless question, but he knew it wouldn't.

Dottore already made sure of that long ago. (Y/n), something that was somehow more than and less than human all at once. Needles that once filled her skin now having marked her skin with scars that were slowly being revealed as the blood washed off of her, swirling and pooling on the floor. Seconds passing by as the stark red faded to pink. It'll be clear soon enough.

“I'm fine. Just need a change of clothes.”

“Of course,” he sighed, watching as bits of flesh fell from the folds of her shirt that would have to be fished out of the drain later. “I'll have that settled soon. Just wash off, I don't need you dirtying the lab again.”

A small mutter of a “thank you” could be heard as he turned on his heel, already knowing not to bother to search for any trace of light in her like had used to so many times before. Humanity long since forgotten even before the first time she tore her teeth into a test subjects flesh. At least this time she didn't ask to be allowed to hunt her prey down.

It was so easy to forget the woman she once was when you look at her now, the name Siearra seemingly almost belonging to an entirely new person. If that is something she call still be called to this day. He certainly wouldn't say it was the best description for her.

These old tile floors his shoes clicked on as he walked to fetch her something to change into had once reflected a woman who would easily poke and prod at him with words alone. How something he once considered so annoying could be endearing now is beyond him.

Nostalgia, such an easily blinding tool.

If she said something like that today…well, she wouldn't even dare. No calling him out for being a jerk, the guts to snap back at him the instant something proved to be displeasing almost vanished into thin air. She truly had changed, just as was intended. These days she is monstrous, can tear through a carcass with ease. She is a pride of his, a true show of just how much his work has come to grow, so there's no point missing her old self. This is simply a change of behavior as any human being would exhibit after being put through-

Dottore stopped for a moment, tongue clicking as he realized just what was going on through his head. Self rationalization? Now? Pointless. There may be memories of (y/n) curled up in a corner of his lab before one of the few heaters, but that is simply the past. It doesn't matter if he and gotten used to her presence there, had begun to expect it. It doesn't matter that if he would comment on her habit of trying to steal the warmth all for himself she would tell him “be a good little scientist and discover this thing called a coat then.”

How he had to bite back a smile, had to bite back from saying “you could have just asked for a blanket you know.”

Enough of this.

Quickly grabbing a change of clothes for her Dottore turned back to the monster that was now before him. This was (y/n) now, no matter how alike they may look. The figure sitting down on the floor with a fluffy towel draped over her shoulders and still wet hair dripping droplets onto her skin was the present.

How she looked so much like a cowering animal as she sat there simply waiting for him to return. Before Dottore could even stop himself playful words tumbled out of his mouth. “You really need to learn how to dry your hair properly, dear. You look like a rat.”

And just how she'd always respond to his snark these days followed suit, a simple “okay.” He shouldn't have expected anything else.

Things truly have changed.

“Put on your clothes already. I don't need you catching a cold,” he snapped.

“Right. Sorry.” Getting up off the floor she slipped the clothes on, so numb seemingly to every little thing. There was no strong sense of dignity from her. (Perhaps stripped the moment he first heard her begging for the pain to stop and Dottore simply told (y/n) to shut up and push through like a good experiment).

“Don't apologize to me, just do things right the first time.” He could see her slowly mouth opening, most likely to apologize again. “I just ask of you to follow orders.” There wasn't a point to look at her to know she was nodding so instead he sat down, the old chair slotted behind the old workbench working well enough for now as he sighed. No matter how much he tried to calm down she had such an ability to rile him up. Silence or her old snark, it was all the same.

She once looked upon him so sweetly as another one of those novels were in those hands, some flowery title he didn't bother to remember printed over the cover. The anemones that were so intricately drawn however were a different story. How she cooed over the main love interest even as Dottore told her multiple times he wasn't interested in hearing about her love for romance.

(Y/n) ignored him easily, still chatting away to the point he had almost managed to tune her out between the catching of a quil on paper. That is until she playfully remarked “one day I'll find my perfect match just like in this story and then I'll run off and get married.” The rest of what she said didn't matter, not at that moment. To run off with someone and just leave him. That's what she had implied.

“Come here.” He ordered, now addressing the monster that sat a few feet away from him.

And just like he had forced her to, how he might as well have programmed into (y/n)’s once human brain, she obeyed. The skirt of the dress she had only just thrown on a moment prior dragging under her, halting and stalling the woman's movements as she crawled over to him. There was no dignity to be had, no pride, no hint of who she once was. Not even as she hung her head in front of him.

What a good girl.

“Look at me.”

His little monster, his prized experiment, his masterpiece, his dead look in her eyes that slowly settliled on him. Hesitantly so. This was how it was meant to be. It didn't matter of thoughts of doubt were running through her mind, if she was waiting to be thrown either a bone or her death penalty, all because now she can't leave. There's not a choice in the matter.

Perhaps he'd mourn the woman she once was, wish for her attitude to come back and hope to hear a comment or two that would remind him of her. But what would the lack of what once was do besides fill him full of unwelcome memories he doesn't want to recall no matter how much both of them still clung to their past?

“Have you realized your place in life yet? It's quite obvious but I want to hear you say it.”

Without missing a beat the little creature he made her be whisper out, “by your side.”

Yes, exactly. She's finally learned. And if she dared say anything else? Well, that's just another thing to fix now.

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slasherbvnnie · 1 year

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Hello!! Could I request a billy loomis smut about her being new to the school and then sitting beside eachother. It could be like strangers-to kinda friends-friends-good Friends- eventual smut when she gets jealous of Sydney. It’s fine if not! Have a good day! x

Hi! So sorry this request is late, but I really enjoyed writing it and couldn't stop to be completely honest. No smut in this part, but there will be in the second part of this! I honestly might make this longer and into a mini series, I like the idea!! Like, literally, this is longer than any chapter for Until We Found You...

Who's Watching Billy

Part II

Word Count: 2401

Context: Modern day scream au, all characters 18+, afab!reader

“Well feel free to take a seat anywhere, I’ll send you an email later today to update you on everything we’ve done so far. I’m sorry for the complications, admissions is kind of tricky sometimes,” you saw an older lady speaking to a guy. You looked down at the paper in your hand for the hundredth time before looking at the room number on the wall, staring at the two who were blocking the doorway to your class. Thankfully, you made out that the older lady was the professor, so you were thankful that she wouldn’t have any grudge against you for being late for class.

“You must be my other new student, right? Seems like your admins are having a fantastic time with schedules lately,” she joked as she looked to you. You flashed a sheepish smile, giving a nod as the guy turned his attention to you. You couldn’t help but blush, he was pretty cute and having his attention on you just made you want to cower away. A small smile turned on his lips before he looked back to the professor, thanking her for her help before walking into the class. “As I was telling Mr. Loomis, I’ll send you an email after class going over everything we’ve discussed so far. I’ll put all the information you need to know to be able to catch up with us, so just leave a good email with me once lecture is over,” she said as you nodded. “Great, thanks, I hope it hasn’t been too bad. My administrator just told me the class I was enrolled in before wasn’t going to count towards my program and all so- yeah.” You rambled on before nodding, “no worries dear, the only other seat that hasn’t been taken so far will be right next to Mr. Loomis. I’m glad you both arrived today, we’re having a lab later and you’ll need a partner for it,” she said as she moved out of the doorway, you nodded, heading to the back of the class to sit next to the guy from earlier.

“So, did they also fuck up your blocking or is it just your first day here,” he asked as you sat down, shaking your head. “uh- neither. I apparently enrolled in another class that would have just counted as an extracurricular and was told last minute that one I needed, this one, had one seat left open,” you explained as he nodded. “Glad you had a mess up, though. Otherwise I would be out of a partner,” he said, making you smile.

Two days later, you were back at class, seated next to Billy once again. “So, about the project, I was watching a few movies last night to get some ideas,” Billy said to you as you looked over, “oh? You found some movie scenes with chemistry in them?” You asked as he nodded, “have you ever watched who’s watching oliver?” He asked as you thought, “that slasher movie about some creepy dude who kills for his mom?” You smiled when he nodded, “yeah, you know the scene where he’s dissolving all the evidence? I figured that could fit with the project,” he said as you laughed, earning a small glare from him. “I don’t know…I mean, it’s kinda creepy to mention that. How about something more tame, like that movie where jeff Goldblum plays the guy who learned about dna or something,” you suggested as he rolled his eyes. “We could, if you want to be like majority of these idiots. Or, we could be more unique and disturb them while educating them,” he said with a smirk as you laughed again. “How about something better? We have a horror movie night while your set up to an apple watch, then we do some calculations to see if you were scared enough to emit isoprene.” You suggested, seeing his eyes light up. “isoprene,” he questioned as you nodded, “yeah, it’s this chemical we’re always processing but when you get scared, it goes up. We can monitor our heartrates with our apple watches while watching some scary movies and talk about that. We could even timestamp the scenes we got scared at,” you said as Billy smirked. “I’d like that,” he said with a smile as you nodded. “Wanna do it tonight then,” you asked as he looked away and sighed. “Ah, I’ll be busy with my girlfriend,” he admitted as you sighed, “oh…um, tomorrow night then?” You offered as he nodded with a smile. “Tomorrow night sounds good.” He agreed.

After class you said goodbye to Billy and began to head back to your home. You popped in your headphones and turned on your favorite playlist as you made your way to your car. What disturbed your usually normal walk however was seeing Billy with his girlfriend, as well as three others who were talking. You frowned a little, trying to brush off the tiny stupid crush you were developing on Loomis, getting a little angry for thinking that he didn’t have a girlfriend. He was handsome, of course he would have one. You were about to walk past, hearing the two other boys in the group arguing about something you couldn’t make out over your music, but you were disturbed when one came up to you. “Excuse me,” he said, making you pull out an earbud and look to him. “Ah, random awkward question, but do you think you would say you find me attractive. Me and this idiot are having a debate and-“ “leave her alone Meeks, I don’t want you freaking out my lab partner,” you turned to see Billy talking to the male in front of you, the girls and the other male laughing.

“Lab partner, huh,” said the third, you looking to the group in confusion. “Not freaked out, just confused,” you said with a small awkward laugh. “Randy thinks he has a chance with you, caught him drooling over you,” said the unknown male, “and he doesn’t. She’s too smart for him,” Billy said as he wrapped his arm around Sidney. “Sorry about them. That is Randy, a dumbass. The other dumbass is Stu. Then Tatum and…Sidney,” he said, kissing Sidney on the cheek when he introduced her. You tried to hide your frown and instead smiled, nodding. “Um, nice to meet all of you, I guess,” you said as the girls smiled. “So you take chem with Billy? You’re pretty lucky, he’s smart with that kind of stuff,” Tatum said as you nodded, “yeah, he is,” you said with a smile. “Sorry guys, I have to get going,” you said, about to put your headphones back in before Billy called out to you again. “Hey, still good for tomorrow?” He asked as you nodded, “Yup! I’ll text you what time,” you said, seeing Sidney give him a look at your response.

Ever since that night of horror movies, your feelings for Billy had only grown. You were mad at first because you knew him and Sidney were dating, but soon you just became mad that you two weren’t dating. Your anger turned into sadness eventually through the three months of the knowing each other, having been invited to hang out with the friend group more often and becoming a good friend to them. Throughout the months, Billy never seemed to once show interest in you, he wasn’t like Stu who constantly was flirting with others, or Randy who was trying to ask the two for advice on how to make you more interested in him, he just seemed content with Sid. However, October marked a turning point. Casey Becker and Steve Orth were the first thing that began to change the group. The next was the attempt at Sidney which led to Billy getting booked for a night.

You were surprised when Randy called you to let you know what happened, explaining how Sidney was nearly attacked by ‘leatherface’ which he used as a nickname for Billy. “What is this, fucking the house on sorority row or something,” he asked, as you shook your head. “So, did he do it?” “His dad’s some lawyer, even if he did he’s probably getting away with it,” he said as you sighed. “Thanks for letting me know, Randy. Um, I’m gonna call Tate to try and see what’s wrong,” you said, hanging up on him. The next day at school, you noticed that the spot next to you wasn’t empty. Instead, Billy sat, scrubbing his fingers to try and get the ink off. “Hey,” you said softly, his eyes darted up to you before he relaxed and looked back down at his hands, wiping them on his jeans. “Hey…” he said, surprised when you sat next to him. “Not afraid of the killer?” He asked as you laughed, “Loomis a killer? I mean I admit you are kinda creepy enough for it but, no, I don’t think you did it.” You said as he chuckled, “well I’m glad you don’t think so, Sid sure does,” he sighed as you rolled your eyes. “I mean, I could see it if you were in theater. Didn’t she say the killer left then you came out? You’d have to be a track star and the best undresser ever,” you joked, smiling when he laughed.

A bit into class you heard an announcement on the intercoms, you and Billy looked at each other when the overhead voice said that classes were cancelled for student safety. “Wonder what happened,” you said as he hummed. “Maybe ghostface is on the loose again,” he said as you nodded, “scary…” you mumbled, putting your things away and picking up your backpack. Just then Billy’s phone dinged, he looked down at his phone and chuckled, shaking his head. “Ah, there’s a party at Stu’s tonight.” “Macher really does have great timing, truly,” you said as he smirked. “Hey, how about you come with me? I’ll pick you up before it starts,” he suggested as you paused, “what about Sidney?” You asked him as he sighed and shrugged, “she accused me as the killer last night, I think I would say we’re pretty much done.” He said as you shrugged. “Um, I don’t know, Billy…” “Come on, if not as my date then as my friend, yeah?” You saw his eyes piercing into yours, a shiver of excitement going down your spine as you nodded and agreed, receiving a big grin from him.

Billy was running a little late, putting gas is what he had texted you. You were waiting on your porch, pacing back and forth slightly as you waited for him. You looked up when you saw headlights in the dark heading towards your driveway, smiling when he honked at you to get in. “About time, take that long to pump gas?” You teased him, smiling when you saw the ends of his lips upturned slightly. “Didn’t know I had to make a good impression, this isn’t a date, remember?” He said as you rolled your eyes. “And we’re an hour late, you owe me alcohol if Stu is all out,” you hummed, “it’s stu, if he’s out just blow him and more will magically pop up,” he joked, the two of you laughing as he drove off.

By the time you made it to the Macher residence, you noticed not as many people. That didn’t bother you really, you just enjoyed the promise of free alcohol and making out with someone by the end of the night. You two hopped out of the car, heading to the door before seeing Sidney about to walk out. Both of your expressions were the same, confused and a little angered to see the other. Billy and Stu looked at you two before at each other, Stu grasping his hands together as he cleared his throat. “Well look what we have here,” he said as Sidney looked to him. “Did you invite Billy?” Stu stayed silent for a moment, pressing his lips together and sucking them in slightly before letting out a chuckle, “I thought it would be nice for you two to uh…reconcile, you know.” He said as you pushed past them, walking to the kitchen where you saw a few others chugging alcohol and hanging out together. You couldn’t hear much over the loud speakers Stu had set up throughout the house, different songs blasting from his playlist. You poured yourself a drink, heading out to explore what was going on around the house.

Not much caught your eye, just people competing in drinking games, others just hanging out with friends or dancing with their dates of the night. You made yourself comfortable, leaning against one of the walls in the living room, getting a small look at the doorway and seeing Billy and Sidney talking, Stu closing the door as the two talked together. Both of you watched them, surprised when Sidney had moved away and slapped Billy, moving away from him to call out again for Tatum so they could leave.

You were a bit happy to see Billy hurt, but a large part of you was also sad and angered by it. You didn’t enjoy seeing him hurt physically, but it made you a bit more comforted knowing he felt a tiny bit of the pain you were hiding. Stu was quick to try and calm down Sidney, putting his arm around her shoulder as they talked.

You and Billy made eye contact from across the room, he gave a dejected smile and a shrug, heading your way. “Did you know telling a girl that you don’t appreciate being called a killer and assuming that breaks you guys up is not a good idea?” He asked as you laughed, “I could have guessed,” you hummed, sipping on your drink before offering him the cup. “Promise it’s not laced or anything, not yet at least,” you said jokingly as he drank. “I would prefer if it was,” he said as he handed it back to you. “How about we get a refill and head upstairs? We can steal some of Stu’s cds and dvds, hopefully not his porn collection,” he said, making you laugh once again. “Hey, who knows, Stu might have good taste in porn,” you said with a wide smile as the two of you headed out to the kitchen.

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Hurt - Jill Valentine

Jill Valentine X Fem!Reader

Summary: You get injured by a Pale Head and Jill has to help you before it's too late.

Word Count: 1,103

September 28, 1998.

The day the world went to utter shit.

You and your girlfriend, Jill, have once again found yourselves caught up in a dire situation. This time, however, it involves fucking zombies, of all things.

Currently, you're sat in a room deep within Umbrella's underground lab, propped up against a cold, unforgiving wall.

You and Jill had been fighting some sort of monster that might have been called a 'Pale Head'. Or at least that's what you think it was. Both you and Jill had been trying to kill the fucker, not realising it's fast regeneration. While trying to kill it, it dug its nasty claws into your thigh, ripping the skin. As it viciously tore into your thigh, a scream escaped your lips, the pain finally registering.

You were now left with an excruciating wound, that was bleeding more and more by the second.

Jill shot her gun one last time at the creature, knocking it down for god knows how long. All you hoped for was that it would be long enough for you to get to a safe spot.

You were barely standing as you tried to stop the intense bleeding coming from your thigh. Jill immediately ran over to you, wrapping your arm around her shoulder, her arm going around your waist.

"Y/N, you're going to be okay... I promise," she said, still panting as she tried to catch her breath from the fight that happened just seconds ago.

She led you away and into some room that surprisingly didn't have any undead lurking in the shadows, ready to jump out at you at any given second.

"I have to let go of you for a second, Y/N. I have to lock the door. Can you stand on your own?" Jill looked down at you as she spoke.

As she spoke to you, you noticed the concern that was painted across her face and the worry that laced her voice.

"Y-yeah. I think so," you stuttered, feeling dizzy and light-headed as you responded.

"Alright. Ready?" Jill asked, her words filled with a tone of uneasiness.

You gave her one small and simple nod and as soon as you did, she let go of you. Immediately, she went to lock the door. You swayed for a couple of seconds before falling to the ground, just barely catching yourself. You leaned against a wall, now sitting.

After successfully locking the door, Jill turned back to you and straight away took notice of how pale and weak you looked. She rushed to you, kneeling on the ground next to you.

"Fucking hell, Y/N. That doesn't look good at all," she mumbled as her gaze locked on the wound on your thigh and then back on your face, "How are you feeling?"

"Exhausted. I don't know how much longer I can last like this, Jill..." You sounded just as drained as you felt..Tears shimmered in your eyes, threatening to spill. The pain, the fatigue, it was all just more than you could ever possibly handle.

"Please don't say that. You'll be fine. We'll make it out of this, together." It sounded more like she was trying to convince herself rather than you.

Jill's hand reached out to yours. She let her hand rest on top of yours, her hands extremely warm in comparison to yours. Or maybe you were just extremely cold.

Sweat fell from your forehead and down your face, even though you felt like you were freezing. This wasn't looking good. You were even starting to get a fever.

"I'm going to look for some bandages. Something has to be around here," Jill said, now standing up, letting go of your hand.

She didn't realise just how bad this whole thing was until now. Her fear and anxiety were at an all-time high. She was scared for you. She didn't want you to leave her yet. She wasn't ready at all.

You just nodded your head once, feeling even more tired than before; if that was even possible at this point. Jill looked around the room, opening every single cabinet that she could.

As a S.T.A.R.S. officer, Jill had basic first aid knowledge that she would hopefully be able to use in this situation. You trusted her and you knew she'd try her best, no matter what.

After finishing looking around the room, she came back with some bandages and a bottle that looked like it could be antiseptic.

Jill looked down at you and she noticed how you were finding breathing harder and harder. Your breathing appeared difficult and shallow. She knew she would have to act fast.

"Y/N, I have to warn you; this is going to sting like a bitch," she felt sorry for the fact she was about to cause you more pain, but it had to be done.

"Just.. do it," your words came out quiet, almost like a whisper. You just wanted this to be over with already.

Jill pours some antiseptic onto a gauze pad. Almost right away, she wipes the gauze over your wound causing you to bite your lip and draw in a sharp breath. She muttered a small 'sorry' as she cleaned the wound on your thigh.

Once she was done, Jill put some dressing directly on top of the wound. She then wrapped a bandage over the dressing.

You felt like you were about to pass out. You had lost so much blood in such a small amount of time, it was honestly a miracle you were still alive. "It's done," she told you as she glanced at your face, "Y/N?"

You're on the brink of unconsciousness. But it's almost like hearing your girlfriend's voice makes you feel like you have to fight. You can't leave her alone. Not now, not ever. You try to fight the exhaustion, for Jill.

"Hm?" is all you could say.

You don't have the energy to say anything else. But you just want to let her know you're still here, with her.

"Just hold on. I'm not letting you die tonight. Not like this," her words are filled with a tone of confidence. She's not letting you go out this way.

A small smile plays on the edge of your lips at her words. You manage to gather enough energy to respond, "I love you."

"I love you too, Y/N. That's why I have to get you out of here."

She scoops you up into her arms, holding you bridal style. She's ready to take on anything and everything, just for you.

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On My Mama Pt. 6

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“Yo, ya’ll be doing too much.” Riri grumbled to Shuri as she sat at the kitchen island; eating a bowl of cereal. She looked exhausted. Shuri chuckled, as she drank the last of the orange juice straight out of the carton.

“My bad, Ri.” Shuri clasped a hand on Riri’s shoulder. It had been two days since the diner scene and She’d finally unlocked the lab. You and Shuri had returned back to the apartment the night before and had spent the entire night fucking.

Shuri had energy that never seemed to go down whilst you were running on the power of pure pettiness. Your moans, cries and screams the work of Shuri’s talented tongue, lips, hands and strap. You didn’t have to fake shit, Shuri worked the sounds out of your throat with little effort.

“When the fuck did this even happen? How?” Riri asked, she wanted to know how you came to fuck Shuri.

“We just talked everything out and then it just happened and kept happening.” Shuri shrugs. She tossed the empty carton in the trash before grabbing some fruit. She rinsed them and started to peel and cut them before placing them into a bowl.

She’d watched you enough to know you loved fruits. Your main favorites being mangoes, pomegranates, pineapples, kiwis, peaches, grapes, tangerines, oranges, and berries.

“Why did you lock me out of the lab?” Riri asked, still pissed about that.

“Riri. I locked everyone out of the lab. Y/n and I were fucking all over the place, why would I keep the lab open to everyone including you?” Shuri raised a brow, as she stared at the smaller girl.

“You’ve never banned me from the lab before.” Riri had a look in her eye.

“I didn’t ban you. I shut the lab down for a few days. Y/n is entitled to privacy. You may like exhibitionism but she doesn’t.” Shuri’s tone was very matter of fact and the look she gave Riri, had her realizing that Y/n had told her everything that had transpired between them fully.

“I wasn’t thinking. I was angry and hurt and…” Riri bit her lip as she felt the overwhelming urge to cry. She’d never felt this out of control and lost before. She didn’t know what to do or how to fix what she’d done.

Shuri frowned. Riri had never in all the time she’d known her been so emotional. Yes, Riri had her moments where she was angry and let her temper tule her but she’d never been so sad. She wasn’t used to seeing this side of Riri.

“I hurt Y/n and it’s killing me because she didn’t deserve that. She’s so sweet and kind and full of love underneath that bitchy, tough demeanor she has going on.” Riri sighed in frustration. “I care about her, more than I thought I ever would care about anyone let alone her. She hates me and I deserve that. I fucked up.”

“I’m not going to lie to you. What you did was fucked. However, I know you. You don’t have a malicious bone in your body. You were wrong and you did hurt Y/n but you can’t wallow in pity. You want her forgiveness, earn it. Stop feeling sorry for yourself, it won’t fix anything.” Shuri insisted, before grabbing the bowl of fruits and a bottled water. She headed for her bedroom, to see you seated on the bed.

She’d heard you run from the door to the bed as she came over. You were eavesdropping. She closed the room door behind her, and walked the items over to you. You have her a small smile in thanks before placing the food on the nightstand.

What Riri had said struck you. You hated the fact you felt bad. Why should you feel bad? She’d done something so fucked up and now she was sorry? She should have thought of this before she did what she did.

You felt a pang of guilt at the thoughts that ran through your head.

The next few weeks passed with you having very few interactions with Riri. She went back to her same old song and dance of ordering you food, leaving out notes for your classes, doing your laundry and leaving notes.

Each note was heartfelt and full of remorse but you hated them. You felt torn between forgiveness and resentment. She made herself scarce whenever you were around, locking up in her room or heading to the lab. The longer you went without seeing her, the more you felt bad.

You hated how much you liked the girl who'd disrespected you in a way you'd never been disrespected. Were you a glutton for punishment?

After a while fucking Shuri got to be draining. While you loved fucking her, you had no feelings for her and it felt passionless despite her setting your body on fire each time. You needed feelings and fucking, not just one but both.

You still slept in Shuri's room despite not having sex, liking her company. You both talked and it was eye opening because you learned so much about her. She told you about her family; her father, brother and mother.

Things many people didn't know and you were shocked she was so candid with you. She told you about how she'd met Riri, and the events leading up to the loss of her mother. Why she'd bonded with Riri as much as she had and why she felt she was cursed or paying for sins she was unaware of.

The more Shuri expressed herself, the more you realized just why she was the way that she was. She'd lost so much so young and it made your heart ache. You felt like your world had ended when you lost your father but Shuri had lost her whole family, a whole support system of people that loved and cared for her no matter what.

You'd only ever had your father once your mother decided your sexuality was something she couldn't look past, the hypocritical bitch. The more you hung out and talked, the less Shuri partied, drunk or smoked. She was laser focused on her goals, whilst turning to exercising for an outlet.

You were proud of her, seeing her get herself together and let go of her demons. She'd recently enrolled in therapy virtually with a Wakandan Doctor and made plans to visit her brother's ex lover. You knew both were big steps for her as she'd never taken mental health seriously before, and she hadn't seen her brother's ex lover since shortly after the death of her mother.

Whilst the two of you formed a friendship, you were forced to watch Shuri get her shit together. You realized you no longer had a choice to wallow in self pity or be drowned with your anger, bitterness and resentment.

Shuri helped you sign up with a Wakandan Doctor separate from her own, but you'd bailed each time the appointment was set and the call came through.

You were scared. You could admit that. You didn't want to have to dive through the several layers of fuckery that plagued your mind and your heart.

"Hey..." You looked up to see Riri standing in the entry way of the kitchen as you did your homework at the kitchen island.

"Hi." You said, dryly.

"How are you?" Riri asked, her body language showing just how uncomfortable she was.

"Peachy." You responded, looking back down at your notebook before continuing your writing.

"I um... I've been meaning to talk to you--"

"To apologize?" You snorted before looking up at her. "I don't need another apology, I've had plenty. You showed me exactly who you are and what you're capable of. I'm not even mad anymore, it was my mistake to think you were someone I could trust."

"Y/n..." Riri sighed, running her hands over her freshly done marley twists.

"Is that all you needed?" You asked.

"I... yeah." She looks down before turning around, defeated. Your attention went back to your homework, frustrated at the smallest tinge of excitement you got from seeing her. It'd been weeks since you'd seen her face to face.

"No." You hear and frown as you look up. "I was wrong, I admit that. I can't say anything that could ever take away what I did, I know that but I like you and I know you like me too. I can't pretend like these feelings don't exist, I've never cared about someone the way I care about you and it's killing me knowing I hurt you the way that I have, Ma..."

Your breath hitched as you listened to what she said. Each word making you more confused.

"Tell me you don't like me, look me in the eyes right now and tell me that you don't care about me..." Riri said, her eyes locked with yours as she walked towards you.

"You don't get to---"

"Shut. Up." Riri growled, her eyes hooded as she pulled you to face her and kissed you. Her hands gripping your face as she tried to convey the way she felt in the kiss.

"Stop." You fought against her, hating how your body was melting into her touch.

"I'm sorry, Ma." She whispered against your lips. "I'm so fucking sorry."

She continued apologizing between kisses, while holding you close to her. You felt your resolve growing weak as you moaned into her mouth. This kiss was unlike any kiss you'd ever had before and it made you angry.

"Ya'll gonna fuck in the kitchen?" You hear and Riri reluctantly moves away and you both take breaths.

"And if we were?" Riri asked her, raising a brow.

"Odd considering you know me and Y/n are kicking it." Shuri huffs.

“I didn’t realize you two were exclusive.” Riri raised a brow though it was clear the statement was a dig at Shuri.

“At the very least we’re closer than the two of you.” Shuri responded, and even though she was wearing shades it was obvious she was glaring at Riri.

“Hi, Hey, Hello?!” You wave a hand at the pair. “I’m single and can very much do whatever the fuck I want.”

“And Riri, it’ll take more than an apology and some kisses to get in my good graces. I’m tolerating you, don’t get cocky.” You level her with a stare that you hope conveys how much you did NOT like her at the moment.

Shuri smirked, and you rolled your eyes. They were acting like children. You weren’t some shiny new toy they could play with and fight over. You were a human being with real needs and emotions. It was pissing you off that they seemed to think they could do whatever to you and you’d allow it.

Forgiveness didn’t mean letting either of them continue to play you for a fool. You used Shuri for sex, and she was great to talk to but that’s as far as things went in your head. Your heart was a different story, you had a soft spot for the both of them in different ways but you refused to ever become vulnerable with either of them because you had not faith or trust in them.

Sex was simple. Fun, addicting. But anything else was just not happening. You weren’t ever going there again. Love was bullshit, and while you didn’t think you ever loved anyone before you could admit Riri made you feel things that made you second think that thought. While you could admit you were growing to like their ex, she played you worse than either of them. And to add insult to injury she never even liked you. Just used you.

“If this is going to be a problem, I can easily go back to fucking the bartender.” You say to Shuri, and the both of them glare at you. You smile, turning to head to your room. “Maybe I should hit her up again.”

A hand snatches your hips quickly, stopping you in place.

“No one can compare to me, and you know that.” Shuri says as she kisses your neck. Her hands grip your hips possessively.

“True.” You agree, holding back a moan as she sucked on your spot. Out of any one you’d fucked, Shuri had been the best and you were certain of that.

Riri scoffs to herself as Shuri turned you and lifted you up with ease and you wrapped your legs around her. A small part of you relished how uncomfortable and envious Riri felt. You knew she was pissed and the mere satisfaction of her feeling some of the hurt you felt, seemed to boost your eagerness as you moaned out.

A knock sounds at the door, and you hear Riri heading for the door as Shuri bit down on your pulse point. Your clit throbbed as she pressed you tighter against her.

“Well, the apple doesn’t fall far from the tree. Does it love ?” A familiar voice says and you freeze as Shuri’s head whips up to look towards the door.

“It’s like looking in a mirror….” Riri whispered to herself, as she stared at the woman that resembled an older, taller you.

You turned slowly and stared.

“Well aren’t you going to invite your mother in?” She questions, looking between you, Riri and Shuri.

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Just a short little update to shake things up a bit 😉

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a-dumb-sarcastic-bisexual · 11 months

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I got bored again so you get Nimona headcanons

I’m fully convinced that Bal is denser than a neutron star

He’s liked Ambrosius ever since he met him and when he was a teenager he was fully convinced those feelings were unrequited

All the while Ambrosius was asking him out like every other week and making plans for their damn wedding

Poor babe had to be kissed on the fucking mouth for him to even consider that Ambrosius liked him back

When he finally caught on he woke up half the institute with his realization because he literally screamed

He got really excited and asked Ambrosius “So you love me yeah?”

Ambrosius was out here looking for hidden cameras because no way in Hell can this man be that clueless

He let Bal believe that it was a new development because he didn’t have the heart to tell Bal that he was just slow on the uptake

He accidentally let it slip to Nimona and she never let him live it down

The boys absolutely made breakup playlists during the movie

Olivia Rodrigo and Taylor Swift were their best friends during that time

When the dust had settled and they forgave each other and themselves they played the playlists and laughed about how stupid they were (and they both pretended not to notice the tears in their eyes)

I’m fully convinced that the trio has the dumbest sense of humor (which is my sense of humor)

Bal has a bad habit of taking his arm off and leaving it in the most random places

Whenever someone asks where his arm is he’ll say “Which one?” Or “I don’t know love where is my arm?”

At first it caught Ambrosius off guard but now he just chuckles and says “Fine be like but don't ask me for help when you can't find it later”

Bal will normally scoff and tell him he won't (they both pretend the conversation never happened when Bal asks him to help him look for it)

One time they were watching a firework show and Nimona turned to them and said “Remind you of anything?”

The boys just sat there not knowing if they wanted to laugh or cry so they took turns doing both

They kept making that joke and Ambrosius threatened to call them firecracker if they kept it up

All they could say was “You act like that isn’t a sick ass nickname”

Whenever the smallest inconvenience happens Ambrosius always says “I wish the director stabbed me that day”

Like this man could misplace his keys and look down at the ground and say “Do me a favor come back and kill me for real please”

The first time he said that Bal spit out his coffee and all Ambrosius could say was “You’re not helping this situation hun”

Honestly, I have no clue how old Ambrosius and Bal are but if I had to guess I would say 20-26

And because they’re both really young and Nimona hasn’t matured past 14 I feel like they would have a very complex relationship with her

They have very paternal instincts when it comes to her but they also act like older brothers

They’ll threaten to ground her if she sets another piece of bubble gum on fire (which she laughs at) but they also aren't afraid to mess around and roughhouse with her

Sometimes Nimona and Ambrosius will be messing around and jokingly picking on each other and the next thing Nimona knows he’s being picked up like he weighs nothing and tossed on the couch

Whenever Nimona annoys the Hell out of Bal while he’s working Bal will just pick him up and place him outside of the lab

And there have been plenty of times when Ambrosius isn't scared to tackle his little ass to the floor

Oh she’ll make sure they regret it because she could easily snap them both in half like a twig but sometimes it’s just fun to play fight (Ambrosius calls them her zoomies)

They’ll bicker over who actually cleans up around the house and whose turn it is to wash the dishes

But they’re also able to have these incredibly deep conversations that go late into the night

They’ll get into very intense fights and then five minutes later Ambrosius will walk into Nimona’s room and leave a tray of cut fruit without saying anything

Whenever the boys are working from home Nimona will hang out with them

She jokes that she’s “blessing them with her presence” and most of the time they let it slide because she doesn’t really do anything

She’ll bring snacks drinks games and a phone charger but she doesn’t talk a lot she just hunkers down and waits for them to be done with work

Whenever the boys ask why she does this she’ll shrug her shoulder but the truth is she finds their company incredibly comforting

#nimona 2023 #nimona movie #nimona headcanon #nimona #ballister boldheart #ambrosius goldenloin #ballister x ambrosius #goldenheart #if you get the bubble gum reference I love you #if you’re Asian you know what the cut fruit means #these dorks make me happy #they're such losers #I don't think Ill ever run out of headcanons #I think this is like the fourth day in a row that I've posted about them #they're so family coded it makes me sick

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rainybyday · 1 year

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Pt 1 | Pt 2

Jazz didn’t know she was different just as much as she didn’t know the definition of ‘normal’.

She started out fine as rain, a beautiful baby girl with pale blue eyes and wispy hair with an ear-splitting cry. She was a healthy baby, a beautiful one at that once you get passed her loud screaming.

The first few years of caring for Jazz were simple as much as it was exhausting. She was a giggling bundle of joy when Jack would swing her around, she stayed perfectly content with her stuffed rabbit when Maddie was in the lab, and she never created a fuzz as she babbled at anyone and everything, even into an empty room.

Maybe that was the first sign of her abnormality. Similar to how the first mistake the Fenton parents made was to leave their daughter alone more and more often.

They didn’t see their daughter's first steps and the encouraging whispers with her as they clapped and cooed. They don’t understand that she always had someone to guide her away from the green chemicals around the halls but was unable to stop her parents from feeding her contaminated food. They don’t hear how she always seemed to talk to the air, giggling and laughing into an empty room along with the process of other voices.

Maybe that's how it started, but her... abnormalities weren’t mentioned until she was enrolled in daycare.

The teachers didn’t know how to handle the too-smart girl as she explains why she won’t read the children's books they provided. They don’t understand why she prefers to be alone in the classroom when recess time came about. And they certainly didn’t understand how this young child, this baby, understood the biological system of the human blood system.

(They don’t see nor understand the ghosts of lonely children trying to play in a room filled with living children, all ignoring their presence. But Jazz could see them, hear them crying in child-like frustration and curling into themselves as they watch the living with envy.)

(Jazz, like the sweet girl that she was, took it upon herself to help. So, she would read out loud to the dead children before realizing they already heard of the stories this daycare had far too many times and demanded different books to entertain them. She would beg the caretakers to leave her in the classroom to keep reading for the children that were left behind far too many times. For children who died a long time, they were very quick to pick up their education as much as Jazz with learning the alphabet to understanding multiplication to learning about biology.)

(The day she had to leave and enter 1st grade was the day she watches the children all leave one by one. She didn’t cry like one would expect when watching her friends leave before her, because she knew they had to leave one day. That's what Granny Vicky told her when she talked about the kids at school. All she did was stand next to the teacher at the door and waved them all goodbye.)

(And if she cried at home with Big Sister Annlee and Sister Rosa then no one would know. Not even her parents.)

The neighbors didn’t understand that the noises they would hear for many nights were Jazz sneaking out late in the night and not a wild raccoon. They didn’t bother to understand until the husband went out the back to take a smoke only to see a child dropping from her parent's fence and booking it towards the streets. She didn’t stop for his cries for her to come back and the husband went back to tell his wife what he saw as she called the local police.

They both waited that night, watching the window as the husband sat down on the sofa with a drink in hand with the wife jittering around the living room. It was later nearly 3 in the morning when they saw the signs of red and blue lights before they could sigh a sigh of relief.

(They didn’t see the way the poor girl cried with flush cheeks or angry red eyes. Didn’t understand as they went back to bed with the knowledge that the girl was going back home when her parents themselves didn’t know.)

(Jazz learned from Annebeth about how the women in burned gowns would always gather in the spring and summer days to sing and dance in the forest in memories of their lives before. She was told to ask first before joining and so she went up to a pretty lady in a green ivy gown and emerald jewels if she can visit their nightly dance. She watched as the woman laughed with a gentle look before she declared how wonderful it was for a young lady to still have manners these days before agreeing to see her that night.)

(Jazz would then visit the ladies and young women in gowns in the night and watch as they dance over water and moonlight, their burns fading away into beautiful white skin. She was told to not bring a flashlight as they didn’t want any light or fire near their celebrations. Jazz learned to dance in the spring and understood how to sing sweet melodies in the summer with other girls dotting and adoring her as one of their own.)

(When she was pulled away by a man in blue and white, she wanted to scream bloody murder, but she was taught better than that by her Big Sisters. So, she silently got in and watched with sad eyes as the Big Sisters she was walking with also looked devastated at her forceful withdrawal.)

Maddy didn’t notice at first how much time her daughter was spending with her now. But to be blunt, it was more of Jazz following and watching her rather than going up and talking to her. Hence, she didn’t worry about her daughter's behavior as long as she was able to do her research. It was during the third week of doing this did her daughter ask if they could go to the doctor.

“Are you sick,” Maddie worriedly looked over her daughter as she reached a hand out to her. Jazz paused, as if the concept of being sick was foreign to her, before nodding rapidly.

“Yeah! I think I’m a little sick Ma... and, and I don’t want you to get sick either. So you have to let the doctor check you too in case I got you sick!”

(Jazz wondered what she was looking at and tilted her head in a curious manner. The spark, a wisp actually, was so very small and fragile looking inside of her Ma. Bearly there if Jazz didn’t take the time to watch her Ma at the dinner table as she ate another slightly green pancake.)

(When she asked around it was actually Old Man Whithel that told her, as he sat on her window stand, that it was the start of a new life, or as he put it, “another doe-eyed sibling for ya to take care of you hear little miss.”)

(Jazz was excited by that news. A baby sibling! Even better, Jazz noticed as she was jumping at the tips of her toes, that it looked like it was a boy with baby black hair and blue eyes too! Jazz was so excited for her new baby brother to come and couldn’t wait until her Ma can finally visit the doctor like how one of her Big Sisters’ told her.)

(She was going to a sister, a sister in charge of her little brother.)

But alas, she didn’t see nor understand why she never considered ‘normal’ to her fellow Amity Parkers. Didn’t understand that the bright firey hair she adored herself or the bright teal eyes she would always be complemented by the others were seen as to abnormal.

She can hear the adults when they talk about her ‘quirks’ and she stood strong when other children said she was a freak like the rest of her family. She wasn’t afraid of the attention she received because, in the end, their words never made sense to her, hence, could not hurt this little girl.

That all changed when a boy, a classmate of hers, called her a witch on her way home.

Pt 3

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phantom-dc · 1 year

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Dad Hood - part 6

‘Here?’

‘No! It needs to be a little higher! Right there!’

Following Danny’s instructions, Jason glued the glow-in-the-dark star on the ceiling. Stepping of the chair, he sat down next to Danny on his new bed.

‘How’s that kiddo?’

Danny jumped on the Martian Manhunter themed blankets.

‘It’s perfect! It’s the big Dipper!’

Sitting down on Jason’s lap, Danny started pointing out which constellations Jason had put up. Jason had to ask Kori for a space rock or something if this got Danny so happy.

‘I had stars like that in my old room! But they weren’t in the proper place, so this is better! Thank you Jason!’ said Danny happily. Jason wondered how much Danny remembered.

‘Hey Danny? What was your old home like?’ Danny put on a thinking face, which was absolutely adorable. Danny remembers a lab.

Jason is concerned: ‘A lab?’

‘Yeah! And lot’s of green goop in jars and stuff!’

Jason is worried. That sounds like Lazarus water. He tries to get more information:

‘Green goop? That sounds scary!’

Danny cuts him off. ‘Yeah! It was haunted!’

Jason is surprised. Haunted? He thinks for a bit. With how Lazarus Pits work, thinking the place was haunted was probably how his little kid mind coped with seeing people being brought back from the dead. It must’ve been a scary thing for a kid to see. He asks more.

‘Do you remember something else? Like the people that worked there?’

Danny says he does.

‘A big man, really big and strong! He wore orange! And there was a lady, she was really good at fighting! They made me!’

Jason ruffles Danny’s head. ‘Did they now?’

Inside he is comparing the description to people he knows. The lady who is good at fighting must be Talia. But the strong man in orange, could It be Slade? He is quite tall and his uniform does have orange in it. It would also confirm his Respawn 2.0 theory. Danny says he also remembers a girl, who wanted to talk his feelings al the time. He liked her. Jason thinks she must’ve been his therapist. The last Respawn was filled with resentment towards Damian, so maybe they were trying to prevent that for their second attempt. Jason starts to wonder if there are more.

‘Hey Danny, did you ever see other kids like you in the lab? Like, kids that looked like you?’

Danny says he did, but that was a different lab.

‘They all melted into goop. It was really scary. Do I have to talk about that?’

Jason can see that the conversation is starting to affect Danny. He decided it’s enough, at least for today. He now knows that Danny was made in a lab, by 2 people that match Talia’s and Slade’s description. They made more attempts, possibly at a different location, but those attempts failed. He is glad Danny is the only clone he needs to worry about, but he still doesn’t know how Danny got here. Picking Danny up, he asks if the boy wants a snack. After hearing Danny’s joy, he figures he will continue his investigation tomorrow.

The next day, Jason is gearing up for patrol. Even with Bill and Sandra taking care of things, he needs to checkup some things himself. He can’t tell Bill to jump from building to building and stop a mugging after all. Jason was pretty sure the guy missed a few bones, and that would certainly break the ones he still had.

As he puts his guns in his holster, he suddenly hears a BANG! Grabbing the gun, he runs to the living room. There he sees that one of his paintings and the wall around it are scorched. He looks for the source, and finds Danny, with a hand that emits green smoke. Danny just looks at him.

‘There was a roach!’

Jason sighs.

‘So you can shoot fire?’

Danny shakes his head. ‘Nope! I shot a laser!’

Jason puts his gun back. ‘Of course you did. I didn’t know you could shoot lasers out of your hands?’

Danny gets excited. ‘Yeah! I can also shoot them out of my eyes! Once, I shot one out of my butt!’

Jason grits his teeth. ‘Great! One second, buddy!’

He picks up a pillow and screams in it. Of course the kid can shoot lasers! Why not? Danny laughs. Jason is being silly! Jason puts the pillow down.

‘Actually, screaming in a pillow is a great way of getting rid of big feelings. You should try it if you need it.’

Danny giggles. ‘If I scream loud like that it would flatten a building! Wanna see?’ He asks innocently.

‘NO!’ yells Jason immediately.

‘I believe you! But we like this city and we don’t want to destroy, right?’

Danny apologizes and agrees. He won’t scream. Jason sighs again and gets his black notebook back out. He writes down what he has so far:

Accelerated healing

Invisibility

Cryokinesis

Flight

Soul-pulling-out-powers???

Destructive scream

Lasers

Jason thinks the list is quite long. Looking again at Danny he suspects he hasn’t even seen most of them. Putting the book back, he puts Danny to bed.

‘Ok buddy, now remember our promise?’

Danny nods: ‘Try to sleep, and if you can’t only make snow in the bathroom, no touching the weapons, don’t eat too much candy and if you really can’t sleep, watch tv and fall asleep on the couch!’

Jason ruffles his head. ‘Good boy.’

Jason leaves. He knows the rules are probably lacking, but a kid that can do what Danny can is helped more with gentle guidance that strict rules. Jumping out of the window and landing on the roof, Jason starts his patrol.

It’s been a few hours, and Jason is taking a break. He’s on the edge of Crime alley, the border of his territory. Suddenly he hears a voice next to him.

‘Hey, I need your help.’

Recognizing the voice, Jason looks up. Red Robin is coming over. Jason is surprised that he isn’t feeling that pang of anger that he usually felt around him. Guess that scrub really did the trick. He’ll bring Danny a treat on the way home.

‘Earth to Red Hood? C’mon, I’m desperate here!’

Tim is waving his hand. Jason rolls his eyes.

‘What do you need, RR? You don’t normally come to me for help.’

Tim gets a determined look, saying that’s exactly why he is here. Jason knows that Tim will only come to Jason for emergencies, which means…

‘Please let me stash my coffee at your place! Alfred cut me off and I can’t lose my last stash!’

There it is. Only coffee will convince Tim to go to Jason. No way he would risk Jason’s demands otherwise. Speaking off, Jason wonders what he can ask of Tim in return. Tim gets desperate.

‘Let me hide my coffee, or I’ll.. I’ll… I’ll throw all your books out of the Manor library!’

Jason knew those threat were empty, but it did give him an idea. His mind went to the black notebook in his pocket, and the ever growing list of powers. If he can figure out which people Danny was made from, he might get a list of powers he could anticipate.

‘Ok, RR. You can stash your coffee in the safehouse near the Bowery. But in return you’ll help me with my case.’

Tim asks him what he needs. Tomorrow Jason will bring him a DNA sample. He needs Tim to figure out who it’s from. He warns Tim that he is suspecting a second Respawn, so multiple people might pop up. When they part ways, Jason is hopeful. He might just get a handle on this situation.

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Deadly Reunion | Chapter 7

Eddie Munson x female!reader // a stranger things apocalypse au

summary: You and Eddie have been best friends since childhood. But when the outbreak happened five years ago, you were torn from one another in the chaos. but now you’re left alone, after your group was killed by another radical crew, leaving you to seek out what was once home. // zombie apocalypse Hawkins set in 1993

warnings: angst + adult themes w/ descriptions of violence, blood, torture + other zombie apocalypse related issues

word count: 2.9K+

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It had been roughly two days since Eddie came down and talked with you. You weren’t entirely sure how many days had passed since the windowless room you were in made it had to keep track. The isolation of being alone was starting to get to you.

The thoughts and memories you’d been trying to swallow down like acid were quickly coming back up. Nightmares plaguing you at night and causing you to scream into the darkness, no one able to hear. Or if anyone was, they were ignoring you. You weren’t sure which one was worse.

But on the third day, there was a bit of reprieve when you heard the heavy door open, and the woman from before stepped through. Her gentle brown eyes showed nothing but warmth and kindness as she looked toward you. But your walls were still up, apprehensive to trust anyone.

You didn’t even fully trust Eddie.

Joyce walked forward slowly with a pile of fresh clothes in her hands. She set them down on the end of the bed, her brown eyes keeping steady on yours.

“How are you this morning?” She asked, taking a step back and giving you a bit more space. Joyce watched as your body relaxed a little more with each step she took back.

“Tired.” You replied, looking up at her with heavy dark circles beneath your eyes. It caused her to frown, you appeared worse for wear since the last time she’d seen you.

“Well, brought you some more clothes, and thought you’d like to finally get out of here.” Joyce smiled slightly, “Wanna wash up? And I can take you upstairs to your quarters.”

“Quarters? I-I get to stay?” You spoke, a childlike hopefulness to your voice.

“You’re not showing signs of weakness, or of being infected. People here know you, and a certain someone vouched hard for you to stay.”

You stood up quickly from the bed and grabbed the fresh clothes that Joyce had brought down for you. A bit of warmth settled in your stomach and spread the knowledge that Eddie seemed to fight hard for you to stay.

You didn’t spend long washing up or getting dressed, too anxious and eager to get out of the small white-walled prison the room had become. Joyce stayed just outside the door waiting for you when you were finally done. You grabbed your pack and the few things you’d pulled out and stepped out. You couldn’t stop the smile that tugged on the ends of your lips slightly.

“Ready?” Joyce asked, causing you to not your head slightly.

You followed behind Joyce toward the elevator that sat waiting for the two of you at the end of the hallway. The ride back up was very similar to the ride you’d taken coming down. Only less tense and without the glaring eyes of the Chief looking down at you with apprehension. Joyce was warmer, giving more of a comforting motherly feel that you couldn’t help but feel safer with her.

When the elevator came to a stop, you were welcomed to a busy hallway filled with others as they shuffled from one room to another most talking to the one beside them. The area the hallway opened up to was buzzing with conversations and chatter. Being down below gave you a sense that you were the only person in the building. But coming back to the top, back to the main part of the camp, you felt like you were stepping into a village. Filled with people all doing their part to keep their new sense of home running.

“This is the main floor,” Joyce spoke, stepping forward and with you following close behind. “The lab is split off into floors and we sort of had to work with what we had. Thankfully the cafeteria is on the main floor, this is where we all come together to eat. Breakfast, Lunch, and Dinner are prepared at the same time every day. All food is portioned out fairly so that we all get a fair amount.”

Your eyes looked in through the large double doors of the room that the two of you walked past. This was where most of the chatter was coming from, and when looking in, could see tables filled with people. You saw friends, families, and others sitting amongst each other as the smell of sausage and something else came in through. It caused your stomach to growl loudly.

“The small farm and farm animals we have made it easier for us to feed our community, but we also expect everyone to pull their weight in some way. Would kitchen or pantry be something you’d want to do?” Joyce asked, stopping beside you and looking down at you with a small smile.

Apprehensively you looked between the large room and Joyce as you thought about it. But the thought was only a few seconds before you shook your head.

“I didn’t think so, but I wanted to offer just in case.” Joyce continued down the hallway. “On the same main floor is the school, it’s not much, but all children are expected to go. It’s where they learn the basic things needed to work around the camp. Have it be cooking, farming, mending, or medical.”

“Seems everything was thought out here,” You asked, “Never thought I would come across an Establishment.”

“Establishment, never heard that term before.” Joyce’s brows rose slightly.

“It’s a term that a friend taught me, she came from one before joining with our group.” You spoke as you continued to follow behind her, coming into a main lobby part. The walls are entirely made of glass giving you a view of the front of the Camp. “But her old camp was raided by a hoard and torn apart.”

“I think the fact that Hawkins was a smaller town and the lab was already secluded away, it had made it easier to build. Not to say we haven’t run into our issues over the last few years.” Joyce spoke, sadness in her voice. “Hoards have come through, raiders, that only caused us to build stronger and be stronger. Despite the lives, we’ve lost over the years.”

A frown graced your face as the memories of Sarah came to you. You had a feeling Joyce was also speaking from heavy loss with the sadness that seemed to come over her and take the smile from her face.

“Well,” She sighed after a moment, before turning back down to you and slipping the smile back on her face. “You ready to see your quarters?”

“I have a feeling I’m not sleeping alone?” You asked

Joyce shook her head, “No, everyone has at least one roommate. We had an opening in a room, and I have a feeling the two of you are going to get along.”

“It’s not with Eddie?” You asked with your brows pulled together tightly.

“He sleeps in an RV at the back of the camp, where a few other trailers are. Those types of quarters are earned. Eddie and some of the others back there basically brought those trailers over when we first settled. So that earned those.” Joyce explained as you followed her down another hallway and toward a set of stairs.

As the two of you walked, you didn’t miss the side eyes and weird glances your way. In the past that would have made you feel self-conscious or anxious. Now you just knew not to let those feelings show on your face or in your body language.

You came onto the second floor and opened the door, stepping into a long hallway filled with a series of doors on each side. Some of the doors were propped open with a few people standing and speaking with others. It sorts of reminds you of what you thought a college dorm would be like. Filled with girls walking in and out of each other’s rooms as they talked and gossiped.

The first group you walked by had two girls that appeared to be in their late teams. One was a redhead with a hard scowl on her face, and another looked more curious with her curly brown hair messily pulled back from her face. As you walked past them, she gave you a wide smile with a wave. You couldn’t stop yourself from returning the gesture.

“Do you think that’s her?” one of them whispered as you continued down the hallway, “The one Nancy was talking about?”

“The one that broke Harrington’s nose. Maybe, but El, we can’t just jump in welcoming the new girl. We don’t know if she’s mean or even safe to be here.”

“Max” There was a heavy sigh from the brunette, “Eddie vouched for her. And the Chief knew her before everything. I don’t think they just let her in.”

Your stomach did a little jump and a twist as you overheard the two of them. Others have heard of you, and others have already been talking about you. You weren’t sure if around there that was a good or bad thing. But if Hawkins was anything like its past, gossip was something that you couldn’t avoid with the town folks.

Joyce stopped in front of a door that was closed with had a few stickers stuck to the front of the worn-down wood. The number 12 on an aged, worn-down golden plague sat in the middle of the door. At least it would easy to remember your room. The two of you only had to wait a few passing seconds before the door opened quickly. Standing on the other side of the door was the other girl from the woods. Renee?

“Hey Joyce,” the girl smiled, with the bandana gone from her face you were able to see her more. Robin Buckley. She looked around the older woman and her blue eyes landed on you, widening slightly once she noticed you were standing there. “Hey! Finally, let you out of solitary.”

You chuckled nervously and stepped your weight from one foot to the other. “Yeah, got the clear to join the rest of society.”

“And she’s your new roommate,” Joyce spoke, stepping to the side more so you can walk into the room. “Thought maybe you can get her rested and settled?”

“Would love to,” Robin spoke with a genuine smile. “Come on in, roomie.”

Joyce gave you final smile before leaving back down the way that she’d come. Robin held the door open for you, allowing you to come through more, and give a better look at the room.

Large windows sat on the wall directly across from the main door. Two twin beds pressed to each corner with side tables for each. There was a desk beside the door with shelves hovering above it. They were filled with books, photos, knick-knacks, and other small things. The walls were white, but it seemed Robin decorated them with random posters and finds from other the years. It oddly felt comforting and like home, reminding her of her old bedroom.

“So…this is home.” Robin spoke with a nervous laugh. “Ugh, bathroom is through the door behind you, closet is the one next to it. The other half of the dresser still had my old roomie’s stuff in it, so we can clear that out for you.”

“I don’t…really have much.” You spoke, walking further into the room and seeing around the corner of the wall was the dresser Robin spoke of.

“Well, maybe you can take some of her stuff. Not like she’s going to be needing it.” Robin spoke, a hint of sadness in her tone. “Nancy is across the hall from us, in case you need something and can’t find me. Most of the girls here are nice, except for a couple of the teenagers. But think that’s more to do with their age than anything.”

You hummed softly to let her know you were listening as you walked further into the room and set your pack down on the bed that looked like it hadn’t been slept in. Basic blankets and sheets were dressed onto the bed but when your eyes moved to the side table and saw a small, pink compact sitting amongst other nonsense things. Your stomach dropped and rolled as the grief smacked back into you.

“Robin,” You cut off her ramblings, not even noticing that she was still talking as everything around you seemed to turn to white noise. The girl stopped talking midsentence and turned toward you more, her blue eyes slightly widened, as she seemed to notice the change in your body language. “Who was your old roommate?”

“Oh, uh, Sarah Hopper, why?” Robin spoke quickly.

You sucked in a harsh breath before slowly stepping out of the room backward. You felt like your head was underwater for a moment as Robin’s moving mouth seemed to speak not a single word. She could see the panic in your eyes and was unsure of what to do. The only person coming to mind was Eddie, and he was near neither of you now.

“I need to go…I need to go…” You spoke in rushed tones, before quickly turning and leaving the room.

You weren’t sure where you were going but continued walking quickly out of the room and away from it as far as you could get. You took the stairs two at a time as your chest tightened with both the panic and lack of air. When you found a side door and pressed through it, the rush of cool air surrounded you. You closed your eyes tightly and tried to pull your thoughts back to you.

You knew that it was senseless to blame Robin or Joyce for anything. You weren’t sure, outside of Eddie or the Chief, who knew what Sarah meant to you. But it had only been a few days since learning that your best friend was gone. But now you were placed amongst her things, and it fully hit that she was never coming back. It might’ve been years since the two of you spoke to one another, but she was still someone you loved deeply.

Why were her things just left there if she’d died weeks ago? You asked yourself as you seemed to walk farther and farther from the Lab once you caught your breath. You weren’t even sure if you were allowed to walk freely, but a large part of you didn’t care. Instead, you passed by people working in the small garden at the back of the Camp, some more people giving you weird looks. You walked past a pen that had some sheep inside of it and another beside it with a few chickens.

You didn’t even realize how far you walked or how long you were gone, till you heard your name being called from behind you. Turning quickly, you saw Eddie walking toward you with a worried look on her face. The scruff from before was gone – his face smooth and somehow looked younger. Just like he did in high school. Classic black jeans ripped and faded, with a tshirt and his leather jacket. He rushed toward you the moment you turned at him till he was right in front of you.

“Hey, you ok? Robin came over panicked and said something about you running off.” He reached to gently caress your face, causing your eyes to focus on him more.

“T-They put me in her room,” You spoke, leaning into his touch, using it as an anchor. “They put me in her room, Eds.”

“Fuck,” Eddie cursed softly, before moving to pull you into his arms gently. Your arms wrapped around his body and sank into him slightly. Your eyes closed as his familiar, smoky scent surrounded you. “I’m sorry, sweetheart.”

“Why would he do that?” You whispered softly, and instantly Eddie knew you were speaking of the Chief. “Why didn’t he take her things?”

Eddie’s hand spanned over your back and rubbed it gently, “I was supposed to clear it out…just couldn’t…couldn’t bring myself to do it.”

Eddie felt a flare of guilt added to the pile already there over Sarah’s death. He didn’t know you were being pulled out of quarantine today, and if he’d known on top of that you were going into Sarah’s old room. He would’ve pulled his shit together so you wouldn’t have to see it. See the shrine her things have become sitting stagnate in her old room.

“I wish I was staying with you,” You spoke, voice muffled, from against his chest.

“I wish you were too.” Eddie kissed your forehead, stepping back to look down at you. “But Robin is nice, no one else I would’ve wanted you with than her.”

“She does seem nice,” You whispered and sighed heavily. “I-I just need a little time. I’m sorry to cause some worry.”

“Don’t be,” Eddie smiled slightly, but you could still see the worry deep in his dark brown eyes. “There is someone hanging out at my place, if you want to come and say, hi.”

Eddie enjoyed seeing your eyes brighten slightly, “Gareth?”

Eddie nodded his head, before reaching down and grabbing your hand, gently lacing his fingers with yours. You couldn’t help but appreciate him quickly working to distract you away from the darkness that seemed to crowd you – even more than usual recently.

So sorry this took so long to get out, things got a little chaotic the last few weeks with life. But I hope you enjoyed this new chapter! I have to say the last chapter had me giggling cause out of everything people were only mentioning the fact that Sarah and Eddie were together before she died. But I also just threw that in there and wondered if anyone would pick it up since I didn't go into more detail. Don't worry, that little drama drop comes back later, also with little drops of another drama and more playing around with the Flayed. For those that want more Eddie, don't worry, the next chapter is all Eddie and reader ft. Gareth. Sadly Eddie isn't gonna be with our girl all the time. Please leave comments, and predictions, or come and chat in my inbox. I love hearing from my readers, truly. Seeing your reactions and words give me serotonin.

also, figured out the taegging issue, I can't edit this on mobile or it disappears. so that mystery is solved!

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fandomnerd9602 · 7 months

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After a Big Fight…

A Force Headcanons

Toni Stark (Katie McGrath)

Toni always locks herself in her lab. Some small part of her believes that she could fix anything in her lab. This recent fight dealt with her constant need to build so many different suits to protect you. Giving her some time, you head down to her lab. No words, you just sit there next to her. She locks eyes with you and leans into your shoulder.

"I'm sorry" she whispers.

You kiss her forehead, "I'm sorry too."

Stephanie Rogers (Margot Robbie)

You always find her running around the famous Lincoln Memorial Reflection Pool.

"You told me you can't always run away from your problems" you wait on a bench for her as she runs up to you.

"I don't normally run" she huffs, "but I'm scared. Scared that I might lose you"

"Then please don't run from me"

Thora (Katheryn Winnick)

After an argument, big of small, you can find Thora at the training grounds. She throws Stormbreaker at a target as you approach her.

"Care to join me?" Thora asks

"Yeah I could improve my throw a little" you shrug

If she invites you to join her, that's usually an invite for you and her to talk things out.

Bree Banner (Rachel Weisz)

Hulk's anger came thru once. Bree pulled off her glasses and whispered, "oops...darling...I-I...I'm so sorry"

She ran into her room and locked the door, crying her eyes out over letting the Hulk's anger come through even if it was so brief.

You waited until she was ready to come out and you embrace her and comfort your girl.

Clara Barton (Melissa Benoist)

After she lost her fellow Avenger and best friend, Nathaniel Romanoff the infamous Black Guardian, Clara went down in a spiral. Her comfort became a bottle. Not an angry drunk or anything but you worried that you'd lose her too.

"I can stop when I want" she'd whine

"Baby I lost a friend too." you told her, "I can't lose the love of my life too. And the kids can't lose their mom"

Clara looked to a small picture of her kids, "okay"

Becca Barnes (Alexandra Daddario)

It scarred her. The anger, it all came up and she could feel the Winter Soldier programming came through. Without even a moment's hesitation, she ran. She kept running, even though you were calling out to her.

You followed her, all the way to the closed Captain America museum. She sat on the steps leading to the entryway and you just sit next to her and let her work through her feelings.

Petra Parker (Millie Bobby Brown)

She let the influence of the Black suit cloud her judgement. Petra screamed at you because you stopped her from killing a villain.

"That's not who we are!" you begged her

"Stay out of my way!!!" she scream back at you and then immediately fled, crying her eyes out.

She swung to your place a few days later, the suit gone. Petra approached your room with a box set of her favorite Star Wars movies. Her eyes were red and puffy with her grief. You welcomed her in.

Penni Quill (Dakota Johnson)

Penni tries to play it off every time you and her have had an argument.

"Even Sam and Diane had their arguments" she'd tried to shrug it off, little tears still on her face.

"Baby can we please talk?" you try to ask her.

"Okay" she'd take a deep breath. "I know I'm thick headed..."

"I need you to take better care of yourself too. You're my whole world, Penni"

"Okay."

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killmongerskeepermain · 1 year

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Prompt Request: Hii! Could u please do #3 and #20 smut withh shurii? I'm down bad for her😩😩 Thank u! Also I'm in love with all of ur writingss😍 keep upp on your good work! And have a nice dayy

Smut #3: “I want you now”

Smut #20: “We’re in public you know”

You were glad the music boomed. If it hadn't your entire section would be able to hear your heart beat out of your chest. Shuri invited you to a nightclub to celebrate her becoming Queen. You chose to wear a simple black glitter dress that stopped mid thigh. Nothing too revealing. Your eyes couldn't leave the princess- Queen as she mingled in a black and purple suit. The suit was tailored to fit her frame and you must say it did fit well. But what really brought the outfit together was the gold grill that rested on her teeth. If she wasn't your friend, you would've pounced on her as she sat on the couch manspread. It was so inviting. Her curls fell over her eyes as she spoke to a couple of friends in the booth. Your eyes flickered up to meet her gaze and you quickly looked over at the bar. She just caught you staring and you felt your whole being heat up. When you looked back thinking it was safe, her dark orbs were still glued to your form. You quickly excused yourself and made your way to the bar to calm yourself down.

"Hit me with the strongest stuff you got." You said and the bartender grinned at your nervousness.

"Need a bit of liquid courage huh?" He asked, pouring the clear liquid in a shot glass.

"You can say that." You downed the shot and you felt the burn going down your throat. "One more."

"Make it two." A sultry voice said from beside you. You looked up to see the queen sitting in the seat next to you. The bartender noticed your reaction and slid you two more shots before giving Shuri hers. He gave you a look that screamed you'll need it as he walked down to the other end when someone called out to him.

"You know I didn't think you would come." She said starting a conversation with you. You took another shot and felt yourself unwinding.

"Of course I'd come. This is big for you." You replied as she took her shot. You eyed the grill in her mouth and felt a wet spot forming in your panties. You couldn't help but think about what she'd look like going down on you with the piece. You shook the thoughts away as the curls on your head covered your eyes. Didn't want to get caught a second time.

"I never thought I'd become Queen of Wakanda." She stated and you smiled.

"Would you rather be in your lab all day?" You questioned and she laughed. Even with the music blasting in your ears, her laughter was the only thing you heard. Shuri found herself biting her lip as she scanned your form. The way the dress held curves of your hips and your ass.

"I guess I would. But I would make room to do other things." She said and you smirked. The alcohol in your system gives you a bit of courage.

"And what would that be, your highness?" You asked and you could see her eyes darken when her hand pushed your hair away from your eyes.

"Isn't it obvious?" She laughed and you smiled before taking the plunge and kissed her. It didn't take her long to lean into the kiss, hands going to your waist. "Let's go somewhere quiet." You nodded and let her lead you to the back of the club to a room. She locked the door before pinning you to the wall. Her lips littered kisses all over you neck as your hand held her arms. Your body jolted forward and you squeezed your thighs together to give yourself a little friction. This didn't go unnoticed by Shuri as she was dragging you to a nearby table. You felt her help you on top of the table as she stood between your legs.

"So wet for me already? I haven't even touched you yet." She muttered in a low voice. You leaned your head back when she finally ran her hand up your inner thigh.

"We're in public you know?" You smirked as she pulled your legs further apart.

"Your point?" Her grill became visible as she removed her jacket and you could swear you felt yourself clench around nothing as you grew wetter by the second. "I want you now."

"Please."

"Please what? Use your words love." She said in your ear, finger grazing your clothed core.

"Please fuck me." You whined and she pushed you back onto the table. Pushing your dress up she gave you a mischievous grin flashing the golds resting in her mouth.

"With pleasure." She wasted no time pulling your panties down your legs before her hands moved to where you wanted her most. She easily slipped a finger inside you and you couldn't hold back the moan that left you. You clenched around her digit as she started to pick up speed. You moved your hip to match the pace of her fingers and her other hand groped your breast through your dress. You twitch slightly when she adds a second finger inside you and you let her name roll off your tongue.

"Listen how pretty you sound when you use your words?" She asked while pumping her fingers in and out of your pussy. You were about to reply until you felt her mouth on you. You arched off of the table as her tongue drew circles around your clit.

"Fuuuuck. That feels so fucking good." You moaned out, running your hands through her hair. She hummed as you pulled on her curls. You felt that familiar tightening feeling and moved your hips, thrusting against her tongue. She gave your clit a harsh suck and you felt your release growing closer. Bigger. She pulled back before rubbing your bundle of nerves with her other hand.

"Are you going to cum for me beautiful? Come on then. Shouldn't leave the queen waiting." She smirked and you held onto the table when her lips closed around your clit. That was enough to send you over the edge as the coil snapped.

"Fuck. Fuck. Don't stop." You moaned out as she coaxed you through your orgasm. She couldn't help the smirk that made its way to her lips as she watched you come undone by her hand. She licked her lips before diving back in and you moved to push her head away. Leaving a kiss on your thigh she chuckled as she slid your panties back up your legs.

"We should definitely do this again love." She said before her lips found yours in a heated kiss. You lazily wrapped your arms around her shoulders as she helped you off the table. She held onto you with a wide grin when you leaned into her body to regain feeling in your legs. "While I can't wait to finish our fun later when we get back to the palace, they'll probably start to wonder where we are. " Her touch made you feel like your body was ablaze as she rubbed circles on your sides. She still held a confident smirk as you grabbed her chin.

"If you can make me cum like that again, I'll go wherever you want me to go." You said still in post orgasmic bliss.

"Is that a challenge darling?"

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bellarkeselection · 1 year

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AAAAA your tony is so adorable 🥹🥹

Can I request tony x female reader, a cute and cold lazy morning in bed, lots of hugs and kisses

I'm obsessed with domestic husband tony

Our Playful Morning

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Normally nothing woke me up when I was in a deep sleep but there was a hand running over my back and to my hip where I was ticklish making me squirm awake. Rubbing the sleep from my eyes I rolled over onto my other side facing my husband Tony Stark. He was grinning ear to ear directly at me. "Morning, Mrs. Stark."

"How long have you been waiting for me to wake up?" I asked in a half yawn knowing that the man could run on like four to five hours of sleep and be wide awake. Where as I needed my full eight and sometimes even more.

He moved his hand from my hip up brushing hair behind my ear. "I've been up since about 1 am -ow!"

"Athony Stark it's seven in the morning on a Saturday. You're supposed to let me sleep in!" I smacked him on the arm attempting to roll over and fall back to sleep when I glanced over at the clock on my nightstand.

Tony placed his legs on each side of me climbing over with his hands resting on the side of my head. "Come on baby. I am so bored without your smiling face." He spoke leaning down nuzzling his scratchy beard into my neck lightly.

"Tony….I'm trying to sleep." I giggled swating at his chest trying to push him off.

He raised his head giving me the puppy dog eyes. "But I don't want you to sleep. I want to make love to my sweet wife in the morning."

"Is this because I didn't have sex with you last night because I was so tired from the party last night?" I asked him covering my face with my hands grumbling when I flopped onto my back.

The billionaire was still hovering above me until he reached down pulling my hands away from my face sending me puppy dog eyes. "Yes but it's also because I love you."

"I love you too, Tony." I replied wrapping my arms around his neck tugging his lips down onto mine.

He moaned into the kiss when I ran my fingers through his hair feeling him move his fingers underneath the shirt I was wearing. "You are so beautiful….but this needs to come off." His voice becomes raspy when we broke the kiss.

"I agree even though I love your shirts." I sat up shrugging it over my head. Tossing one of his lab shirts across the room he pulled me onto his lap crashing his lips onto mine.

Gripping his locks of hair in my fingers I deepened the kiss leaning up against his chest. He broke the kiss moving down to kiss my neck making me moan until Jarvis came through the room. "Sir, Ms. Potts needs to speak with you."

"Go away Jarvis. Tell her I have other business to attend to." Tony paused his actions until the AI spoke up a second time.

"But Sir she is insisting-"

Groaning Tony flopped on his back calling up to him. "Jarvis I'll handle it tomorrow!"

"So what exactly is our plan for today, Tony. I don't think we can just lie around in bed all day." Rolling over onto my side I lay my head on my husband's bare chest tracing some patterns on his chest with my fingers lazily.

He shifted onto his side wrapping his arms around my waist tugging me closer until I was laying fully on top of his bare chest. His freehand twirling pieces of my hair in between his fingers. "Oh I think that's exactly what we are going to do. I have everything I want right here. Now I know Pepper will have my ass tomorrow but I don't care. I love spending time with you like this especially when I can make you scream my name when we make love."

"Believe me I know. It gets to the point where you can't keep your hands off me during our Avengers meetings and we get weird looks from everyone. It's rather embarrassing sometimes." I slumped my shoulders running my fingers lazily through his black hair making it into a mess on his head.

He pretended to be offended by my statement, placing a hand over his arc reactor inside his chest. "I'm sorry that me finding my wife utterly hot to be embarrassing."

"That's not what I meant, Tony. I love you but we don't always have to express our pleasure in public." I sent him a slight glare before he grabbed me by my hips making me squeal in delight when he flipped me onto my back crashing his lips onto mine hungerly.

Wrapping my arms around his neck, my fingers scratched my nails down his back when he entered me slowly. "Oh god…Tony!"

He moved his kisses down my neck and chest with my fingers gripping the bedsheets with my finger tips. I moaned when he grunted. "God Y/n!...I love you." We were both panting by the time we were done.

He laid his head on my chest where I kissed his sweaty forehead mumbling tiredly. "So if we aren't leaving this room we should probably take a shower otherwise when we go downstairs the team might be able to tell why we really didn't want to get up."

"You don't have to say another word, darling." A smirk grew on his face where he tossed the covers aside and he picked me up bridal style heading into the bathroom.

He sat me down on the countertop with my hands resting on his shoulders until I grabbed his face in my hands, kissing him deeply. I couldn't ever get tired of kissing this man. He may be a cocky ass sometimes but he was the greatest husband to me. "If we keep this up every weekend you might get me pregnant, Stark."

"Then you would be the cutest pregnant wife I have ever seen in my life." He declares wrapping my arms around his waist walking us into the shower turning it on once he had removed his shorts and mine. Let's just say we enjoyed quite a long time in our bedroom and we totally ordered some pizza and cheeseburgers during those days too.

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ctitan98official · 4 months

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Cassandra Dimitrescu long lost child au part 2

Here’s part two! Read the first part here! Let’s get into it!

Once you had reunited with your mother, Alcina and her insisted that you move into the castle the same day.

You’d never lived in such luxury before and knew it would be a bit difficult to get used to.

Cassandra spent most of her time with you that day (Well, damn near every second of that day, truthfully). Catching up and telling her about your life was hard for her to hear. She didn’t want you living with such a hateful adoptive family. She felt a lot of guilt, even though you tried to tell her it wasn’t her fault.

When Dani and Bela found out that their sister had a child… That was pretty crazy.

“WHAAAT?!” They both shrieked as they looked at you.

You cover your ears from the harsh sound.

Cassandra stands in front of you protectively and growls at them. “Would you two relax?! You’re scaring them!” She shouted.

You gently patted her shoulder. “It’s okay, mom.” You told her quietly and waved to your… Aunts? That was weird to think about.

Bela spluttered at you calling Cassandra ‘mom’. “H-how?! When?!” She tried to ask.

You smiled sheepishly, but Cassandra answered before you could. “They were born before we came to live in the castle.” She says and pulls you into an embrace, kissing your forehead.

Dani melts at how affectionate her sister is with you. She giggles and swarms closer to get a better look at you. “Wow, Cassie! You did a good job!” She exclaims and pinches your cheek.

You blush, but Cassandra has a satisfied smirk on her face. “Are you surprised?” She asks smugly.

Bela wrings her hands anxiously. “Wow… I just… I can’t believe it. And you didn’t remember having Y/N until you met them today?” She asks.

Cassandra suddenly looks pained. “No… I don’t know why, but when my hand touched their cheek it all flooded back.”

Bela eventually got over her shock and welcomed you to the castle… Meanwhile, Dani tackled you in a hug.

You have different hobbies you like to do with your new family members.

You and Bela like to play chess. She’s still teaching you about different strategies, but you picked it up fairly quickly.

Dani loves to read to you and the two of you enjoy trying to make the other person laugh.

Alcina is a very doting grandma (She insists on having you call her that. You quickly oblige because as sweet as she is, she has no trouble laying down the law when she needs to). She quickly gets you a necklace that matches your aunts’ and mother’s, but yours has a blue gem in it. This makes you feel really loved and like you’re part of the family.

Speaking of grandmas, you don’t just have Alcina. Now you have Mother Miranda as well (Albeit she’s technically your great-grandma, but whatever.) You enjoy helping her in her lab and learning a bunch about science. Miranda’s equally elated that she has an assistant now.

Alcina enjoys telling you stories about your mother and aunts. She always seems to have an embarrassing memory about Cassandra that she just can’t wait to share with you.

“So, after your mom ran into my room screaming bloody murder, she told me that a 'Horrific beast’ was coming to get her.” Alcina tells you one day. “However, she was actually being 'Chased’ by an adorable little bunny! She sat on my bed crying until I picked it up and went to put it outside.”

Your giggles went from barely containable to full out laughter after your grandma told you this. “BAHAHA!” You boomed loudly.

As it happened, Cassandra was walking by just then and peeked her head in to see what was so funny. “What did I miss?” She asks, smiling at hearing your laughter.

Alcina says nothing but gives Cassandra a knowing grin.

Cassandra’s eyes shine with outrage and her cheeks flush in embarrassment. “Mother! You didn’t tell them the rabbit story did you?!” She asks indignantly.

This time, Alcina bursts out laughing.

Cassandra groans and goes over to pull you by the arm out of the room. “Wh-why were you so scared of a bunny?!” You ask, giggling so hard you think you might pass out.

Cassandra growls. “Rabbits are just glorified rodents! They have those beady eyes and creepy teeth. I still don’t know how one got into the castle!” She defends herself.

It just makes you laugh harder.

Fairly early on after you arrived, Alcina commissions a brand new family portrait. You try to hold still, but the uncomfortable formal clothes Alcina has you wear are itchy and stiff. The first photo comes out with you looking like you are grimacing instead of smiling.

Four sets of golden eyes look to you after they examine the photo and you laugh nervously, saying that you’ll do better… It took about an hour to get decent pictures. Alcina was mad she had to pay for a photographer for that long. Cassandra, on the other hand, assures you that she knows you tried your best and hugs you before telling you to go take a nap. At least she’s on your side.

Cassandra loves to end her evenings by snuggling with you before you fall asleep. Sometimes she tells you stories about when you were a baby.

It makes you smile to think of her as a new mom trying her best. (And according to her stories, usually messing up a lot.)

Eventually, Cassandra works up the nerve to ask you if you’d ever thought about getting the cadou. She can’t stand the idea that you would keep aging while she was frozen in time. She wants you to be with her forever.

You crinkle your brows. “Is cadou a type of pasta??” You ask. You’d heard Mother Miranda mention it, but you didn’t actually know what the hell it was.

The tension Cassandra feels is immediately lessened by your innocent question and she giggles, rubbing your cheek. “No, baby.” She says. She explains that it’s how she gained immortality.

You blanch as you think of getting older and eventually having to leave your mom. You hadn’t even considered that.

Cassandra tells you to take some time to think about it, but you shake your head. “I don’t ever want to be away from you again, mom.” You tell her earnestly.

Cassandra cries and puts her arms around you. She’s scared about the possible repercussions, but she respects your decision.

After the cadou implantation, you feel great. You had very minimal side effects, but you did gain enormous strength and grew quite a bit… You like to tease Cassandra about how she’s shorter than you now. Your mom is not amused, but she doesn’t care too terribly much. Now she can be with you forever. It’s all she ever wanted.

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cyberghu0l · 1 year

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Take a Break

Shuri × fem reader

Your wife, Shuri had been staying up in her lab the past couple nights and not paying you attention as she use to. She realizes she must pay you close mind after you give birth to your twins.

Another day, another morning without waking up to your wife next to you. It was hurting your heart to not have her here with you during your pregnancy. She was in earlier months, but after the death of her mother, she became preoccupied in her lab, day and night. Instead, she had caretakers by your side every minute of the day.

You had to admit, they were helpful. Assisting you in the mornings, and at night, making meals healthy for you and the babies, and even helping you shower when the pain was unbearable. After your breakfast, you decided to check in on Shuri at her lab. Okoye saw you approaching and helped you walking down the glass spiral.

"My queen, someone is here to visit you. Even though she should be back at the palace, resting." Okoye looked at you sternly, you only laughed at her. "I was actually going to ask you to bring her here for a check up." You sat on the bed. "You're too kind my queen." You put a hand on your chest looking her, she laughed at your scene.

"I can get a check up, but you cannot see your pregnant wife in the morning?" She looked at you sincerely. "Sthandwa, you know how it is. The suit and the village-"

"You do not need to explain yourself, Shuri. Anything?" She looked at your vitals closely, then at the twins'. "Bast, you weren't suppose to be due for another 2 weeks." She exclaimed. "What do you mean?" "By the looks of it, they'll be here next week." She smiled you, taking your hand in hers. You were happy to finally meet your babies, after all the last 4 months you were alone in the process.

Just then you felt a kick, causing your body to jerk. "They are eager to finally see the world. Here." You took her hand and placed it on your stomach and waited a second before you felt another kick. The queen laughed. She returned to checking for anything new.

Once you woke, it was already dinner time. You sat at the table with a plate of food in front of you, but an empty chair. "Griot." You spoke. "Yes, queen." "Where is the queen now?" "Searching for Queen Shuri's whereabouts. She is located in her lab, your majesty." You sighed and ate in silence. When you were finished you put the now cold food in the fridge.

"Come home Sthandwa, I miss you. These maids do not nearly come close to your presence, to your love." She turned her head slightly. Then back to her work. "I will be there for dinner, do not worry." You smiled hoping she would keep her promise this time. A caretaker took you back to the palace, and up to your shared bedroom where you fell asleep.

Just then Ayo appeared. She crossed her arms over her chest bowing her head. You did the same. "My queen, Shuri has asked me to tell you she will late to bed." You sighed. "I figured. Thank you-" You felt a sharp pain in your lower stomach. Then another sharper one, making you lose your balance. Before you hit the floor, Ayo caught you.

"My queen, tell me what is wrong." The pain didn't stop, then you felt a liquid run down your leg. "The babies, they are ready." Ayo rushed you to a different room in the palace. Shuri had it built for you to give birth. "AUUUUGH!" You groaned loudly, tears streaming down your face. Maids and Doras surrounded the bed as you gripped the sheets.

"Griot! Get the queen!" "Yes, your majesty." The AI responded. "It is happening." A maid looked at you and Okoye. "Oh Bast." Okoye looked down at your weakened state. She held your hand, gripping it. "Push my queen." You screamed and pushed like your life depended on it. It felt as if your insides were being ripped apart. "One more!" You gripped onto Okoye's hand even stronger as you pushed.

Soon you heard cries. "It is a boy!" She said looking at the two of you. Okoye smiled. Your head laid back on the pillows till you felt another sharp pain. Suddenly, as if it happened in an instant, you heard cries again. "It is another boy, my queen. Congratulations." The maid smiled at you. You laughed resting your head on the pillows again.

Another maid came to wipe your face from sweat and tears and another cleaned up in between your legs. It had been a little over an hour and you began to wonder where your wife was. You asked Griot to call her here, and his systems are up to date. You looked over and saw Okoye talking to Ayo quietly.

"Well go and find her." Then Ayo and three other Doras were on their way. "Where is she?" You asked her. "I am sure she will be here soon. Get some rest, the babies are fine." "Can I see them?" Two maids brought over the babies and you held both in your arms. Tears found their way down your face again as you watched their peaceful faces sleeping.

a lil two part series because im feeling nice🤞🏽ive been on a search for a replica to Shuri's orange sweater with the crosses on the sleeve for the longest bcs a friend asked abt it, can't find it nowhere💔anyways part 2 will be up sometime soon, i love yall so i won't make you wait so long

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