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A/N: An interpreted continuation of @shiny-jr wonderful fic. This is one of the longest fics I’ve written…..carried by my love for Heartslabyul. Been chipping away at this every so often until now. I would strongly recommend reading Shiny’s part first, or else a good part of this will not make sense. Part two will be something that will be floating in the future.

TW/CW: Graphic descriptions of PTSD & panic attack symptoms, self-harm from bad coping habits, dissociation, dismemberment, references to Alice in Wonderland, made up lore LOL

I. II. | Isekai AU | Yan! Heartslabyul x Reader

"So she sat on, with closed eyes, and half believed herself in Wonderland, though she knew she had but to open them again, and all would change to dull reality…"

– Alice's Adventures in Wonderland, by Lewis Caroll

i. Cremation

Ramshackle's mailbox is a pitiful thing.

It sits right in front of the small graveyard near forgotten covered in tangled vines and weeds. Unlike its surroundings which shine from recent renovations and repairs, the hinges still squeak loudly when the latch is opened and the outer parts are scratched and dented. On bright sunny days, it sticks out like a sore thumb.

And today, it's even more obvious.

The box now is in danger of tilting off its support pole, filled with the weight of lumpy letters, spilling out envelopes upon the dirt. Around it sits various colorful wrapped boxes and packages that are piled haphazardly across each other. You swear it gets larger each passing day.

“How many does this make?”

A battered top hat pops into existence next to you, one of the resident Ramshackle ghosts who's been helping you around lately. (He had said you remind him of his siblings when he was alive. You're still unsure whether that was a good or bad thing.)

You let out a sigh through your nose. There's nothing to say about the situation in front of you. You wish they could disappear the minute you wish for it, yet the colorful wrappings and the various envelopes scattered around your feet don’t vanish the more you stare.

“I’m really sorry about all this.”

The ghost shakes his head, frowning at your apology.

“It’s not your fault, prefect.”

The words are reassuring, but they don’t make the gross feeling go away when you crouch down and start picking up letters that have fallen out of the mailbox.

From: Azul Ashengrotto

Sender: Vil Schoenheit

Sent by: Riddle Rosehearts

All of them are addressed to you, of course. You can already imagine their contents: filled to the brim with regret and guilt, blotted words begging for forgiveness for the wrongs they’ve done. When you told the Headmaster that you didn’t want anyone visiting Ramshackle, that wasn’t an invitation for them to flood you with unwanted mail. Then again, perhaps you should have foreseen that they would do this. All of them are stubborn to a fault. It wasn't like your phone was any better until you’ve blocked all numbers making it go off endlessly like a shrieking parrot.

The resulting letters alone are thick enough to rival the textbooks Professor Trein assigns students. Pressing your lips together, you turn around to start heading back to your temporary home.The rest of the bulky packages can wait. The ghost helps swing the door open and Grim perks up from his seat in the living room as you set down the letters.

“Grim, can you get a fire going?”

“Now?”

He eyes the thick pile of letters with wary slit pupils and asks, “Aren’t ya…gonna read ‘em?”

You did. For the first few ones, at least. They were barely discernible, their apologies blurring by as they begged for your grace and mercy. That they would do anything to right their wrongs. If you didn’t know any better, you would say their reverence was akin to a cult.

It makes your skin crawl.

After that, you stopped bothering to even skim through. What is the point of continuing to make sense of lunatics? Of cruel games and intrepid players?

"We have the wood, and the house is a bit chilly, so why not?" You reply. Grim scrunches his eyebrows but doesn't object as heavy wooden logs are dumped into the grate. He takes a deep breath and blows upon the letters scattered on the wood, encasing everything in familiar neon blue flames.

You settle into the armchair next to Grim, staring into flickering blue flames. Grim curls up next to you, purring contentedly. All too easily, your eyes lull close to the sound of crackling flames consuming paper.

–

When you step out onto the front porch the next morning, you're overtaken by an overwhelming fragrance.

There's crimson red petals floating through the air. Fluttering in the crisp morning wind, they fall in your hair and the rest end up crushed under your feet. You'd feel bad if it wasn't so pungent; the very air feels like it's infused with the scent of roses.

Your nose crinkles as you pick up the impossibly huge bouquet that is wrapped in silk and ribbons. It's certainly beautiful, you'll give it that. Yet this scent doesn't bring back good memories. It only brings vivid flashbacks of being lost among rose bushes, covered in dirt and scratches, trying so frantically to find a way out. When every single crack and snap was a possible life threat.

You don't realize you're crushing the bouquet until something trickles down your fingers. It doesn't feel like blood pooling between your skin. Relaxing your grip ever so slightly, you find pin sharp thorns running down the stems where you were gripping. The fleshy meat of your palm is punctured cleanly in the shapes of the thorns. Was it left unclipped on purpose?

The card is the next thing you find with bloodied fingers, rumpling white cardstock and soiling it without a care.

To our beloved player,

We deeply apologize for the pain we have caused you and beg for your forgiveness. We will make sure to atone for our sins of harming you.

The initial and the bouquet is too obvious of who it's from. Riddle must've penned it, because none of the card soldiers would ever write this formally. But it must've been Cater's idea to send the bouquet–Trey nor Riddle would've come up with such a sentimental and sappy idea. And Ace and Deuce would rather die than do such a cringey thing.

The door opens again behind you. You turn to see a half-awake Grim groggily yawning. He stops once his blue eyes land on the bouquet in your hands.

"Whazz that?" He points a paw at the rumpled roses, and you hastily shove them behind your back.

"Nothing." You say.

Grim makes a face before finally breaking the awkward silence with, "Do ya want me to go tell 'em off–"

"No."

The answer is rushed and makes Grim's eyes widen. It's crazy, you know. But to have Grim try to solve the problem for you doesn't sit well with you. It's not like it's his fault for what you went through.

And maybe, deep down, you couldn't bear the thought of telling them nasty insults and curses to make them hate you more.

"I'll take care of it." You add, trying to reassure Grim, who only stares impassively. He shakes his head.

"Am I making another fire?"

"...if you can, please."

ii. The Morgue

It’s been a couple of weeks since you’ve been brought to Twisted Wonderland.

Yuu’s…body has been moved to another room. It freaks you out more than you would like to admit. It’s familiar, yet it’s not. It’s carved to your image, but with none of your personality. There’s something wrong with the way its eyes are tilted, the dip of its cheeks, the curve of the chin. An idealistic, dreamy mirror of yourself.

Still. You’ve seen many dolls in your lifetime, and even you cannot deny the life like artisanship. The seams of the joints are cleverly hidden and the skin is smooth and unfettered without any misshapen resin(or clay?)–these are marks of a true doll-maker.

“It’s your vessel.” Grim had said with a matter of fact tone. As if you weren't looking at an unmoving human body. “Everyone was freakin’ out cuz’ it just shut down outta nowhere.”

It must’ve been because you were brought here at that moment. The hypothesis doesn’t really make you feel any better. You should know better than to blame an inanimate shell of a vessel, but...

You jerk awake, cold sweat running down your neck and face. It takes a second for you to realize you're not being encased in burning scarlet flames and it's not claustrophobic verdant green hedges surrounding you. The bed sheets are tangled, wrapped in a chokehold around your legs and torso. Instead of translucent leaves, the bed canopy curtain shields you from the moonlight pouring in. The soft snores of Grim sync with your ragged breaths in time.

Tonight's nightmare had been recurring for a while. Every single time you thought you had shaken it off, it comes back like a bad omen.

Instinctively, your hand runs over the bumpy raise of scars running down your back and neck. Most of them had faded with magical treatment and time, but there are some that still have rough skin that has hardened like scales on a dragon.

Your fingertips curve inward and dig.

You thought you were safe. The rose maze is large and encompassing: hiding would be the best move. You breath in–

– and you were face to face with the Crimson Tyrant himself.

His face contains no humanity, his eyes only reflect dark, dark anger and resentment. You thought you were staring into a never ending abyss. Something inky black catches your eye, and you realize with horror that blot is trapping your feet and leaving stains upon your skin.

"Stop right there, imposter!"

Your nails scrabble at the bumps and raises, tearing through them with obsessive speed. Faster, faster–it doesn't feel right, you have to scrub your skin clean of those foreign textures.

Adrenaline is the only thing keeping your legs from collapsing to the blot climbing its way up. You have to do something–

–something wraps around your neck and torso, and all air leaves you as it squeezes and knife sharp needles gnaw into bone.

Your breathing grows more hoarse as your nails scratch faster and faster, desperate to remove more of those vile clumps of impurities.

"You will suffer as Yuu did." The verdict is declared with deranged gleeful vengeance. The tyrant points his scepter at your fallen body covered in thorny vines reminiscent of roses. Blot swallows your form and screams whole–

It's only when the familiar smell of iron registers in your mind, that you finally snap back to your senses. When you finally draw your hand back to view, it's covered in clotted blood and torn skin, both dead and fresh, all clogged under your nails. The open cold air now makes your neck and back sting sharply as blood trickles out of reopened wounds.

It's with a heavy heart that you quietly leave the bedroom entirely to wash away the blood in the kitchen sink. Crimson dyes the white ceramic for a brief moment before swirling away down the drain.

The wounds sting and ache, but you can barely be bothered to tend to them as you resign yourself to the living room couch with a thin blanket. You think of Grim sleeping unaware upstairs and close your eyes. The old weathered grandfather clock in the corner ticks on and on with each second.

No, you can't blame a puppet for functioning for its purpose.

But you could tear its limbs out of its sockets so it could never walk anywhere again. If you plucked out its fingers and eyes, it wouldn't be able to find its way around anymore. Sewing the mouth shut would seal the deal.

Then it would truly know how it felt to have no choice.

–

Working as Sam's assistant helps take the mind off things. Crowley had begged you to resume classes as Grim's 'beast tamer', but something in you screamed at the thought of having to shed your feelings aside to return to what normalcy was. As if this world didn't run on the giant malicious cogwheels of fate and lines of code.

How painfully obvious it is that your mere presence is just a substitute.

"Ah!"

You look up from sorting products on the shelves to a surprised looking Riddle Rosehearts. No no no no–

You take in his sunken gray eyes and pale skin, before going back to shelving products. It takes strength to play dumb. Your shaking hands betray the fear growing within as they sort through stationary merchandise. Finally, the products are lined up neatly and you're trying to bustle away as quickly as you can–

"W-wait!" You try to ignore the half whispered plea, moving behind the counter with an unnatural speed.

"Please, wait, I need something!" You do stop, because unfortunately, you can't completely ignore a customer in need. So you take a deep breath and grit your teeth, turning around with a polite smile. Stare straight ahead. Think not of smoldering flames and knife like rose thorns–

"What can I help you with?" He stares into your eyes, frantic and desperate. It's clear with the way his mouth opens and closes that he wasn't sure how to continue his case.

"If you aren't sure, take your time to browse, dear customer." The grin was starting to wear on your cheeks already with how much you struggle to keep it in place.

Please just leave, you internally beg. You settle behind the counter, watching as Riddle bows his head and disappears among the shelves for his items. A tired sigh leaves your nose.

Your hands keep shaking no matter how hard you clench and unclench them.

He can't hurt me here.

Sam is just a yell away and there's mace and a knife in your bag underneath the counter.

It'll be fine. It's not the Tyrant.

A clink of glass catches your attention, as some ink bottles are pushed on the counter.

"I've finished." Riddle's smoldering eyes choke you under their hues.

"I'll ring that up, then."

The exchange happens quietly yet as you hand him the bottles, he pauses, looking down. "What happened to your hand?"

Shit. There were still obvious swollen scratches and puncture holes imprinted on your hand. You completely forgot about bandages after Grim caught you with the bouquet the other day. You quickly hide your hand in your pocket. "I don't know what you're talking about."

He seems to want to say more, but is cut off when someone else comes up behind him, waiting to pay for their items. He only swallows hard and nods, setting out with only a guilty look back.

You finally breathe out a long sigh of relief when the door chimes echo behind him.

"That'll be ten thaumarks and thirty madols."

This is the fifth time Riddle's shown up during your shift and bought ink. This time, it's a deep crimson color not unlike the shade that saturates his dorm. It reminds you of torn skin on nails from that night, and it takes a minute to shake those thoughts off as you pick up the bottles.

"Prefect, could I talk to you after your shift ends?" You turn to fix him with an incredulous stare, and he grimaces.

"I promise I won't harm you! Did you not get our letters?" But how can I trust you? On this cracked chessboard you are forced to play upon, you don't know where to place Riddle at all. He is too much of an unstable bomb that could blow up in your face at the wrong impression.

"Fine." He definitely won't back down until you agree to hear him out, and it's best to let him state his case once and for all. "My shift ends in an hour. I'll meet you outside."

"Excellent. I shall wait for you then, prefect." He takes his bag and leaves with a small bow.

The time passes all too quickly. Sam shoos you out before you can try to coax some overtime hours from him. And much to your annoyance, Riddle is waiting for you promptly as you step outside.

He looks nervous as he bows his head in acknowledgement of your presence. You'd almost feel bad, if it weren't for the fact that he nearly beheaded you at first sight.

"Have you received our recent letter and flowers?" A long silence follows, before you reluctantly nod. Your hand throbs as you open and close it out of habit. You just removed the bandages this morning, but the unbearable itch to reopen the scars is too tempting. Steel eyes are immediately drawn to the movement. "I see. Then I won't drag this out. Prefect, could we prove to you our sincerity to make amends?"

"What do you mean?"

"Exactly as I said. Please let our dorm express to you our sincerity to mend our relationship." The intensity of his eyes makes you sick to your stomach.

"You've apologized enough, Housewarden Rosehearts. I'm sure your card soldiers have too." Subconsciously, your hand drifts toward your neck.

He winces. No doubt it must be a sting to his pride that his numerous penned letters weren't acknowledged. "It's not just about apologies. We want to start over–turn over a new leaf, if you will, for our relationship. It would be a disgrace to the Queen of Hearts herself if I could not atone for what I've done."

Always with the rules. You're not entirely sure what Riddle means when he says 'mending your relationship', but it seems he's already set his mind to it. It would be hard pressing to get him to change his mind now.

"...sure." You reluctantly acquiesce. The tips of your nails brush against scarred skin before drawing back. You shouldn't. It took so long for the wounds to close again, for sinew to piece itself together, and for skin to finally grow back. You don't want another lecture by Crewel or Trein.

He brightens considerably with a look of relief. "Good. Then, please wait for our call."

You watch in confusion as he trots off hurriedly after another deep bow. Wait for our call? What does that–

Something buzzes, and you realize it's your phone, lighting up with a notification from Magicam. You frown, tapping on the icon. A message?

cay4cay sent a message request

The second you processed the username and profile picture, you instantly hit the block button. With a frustrated scowl, you shove the phone into your pocket. You deleted Yuu's account and only had a burner account for info purposes. How the hell did that social butterfly find your handle?

You groan. This is all too much.

iii. Paying Respects

A letter arrives, but not by mail.

A jarring commotion rudely rips you from sleep's embrace. You groggily sit up, blinking once, twice, before realizing the noises were very much real and still happening. Who is this loud on a Sunday morning? Grim continues to snooze right next to you, unperturbed by the disturbances. You debate whether it's worth it to get out of the comfy covers. Then another yell echoes up to the room and you groan in annoyance.

You slam the entrance doors open, ready to give the lecture of a lifetime before you stop in your tracks.

Deuce Spade looks like he wants the ground to swallow him up whole. Even Ace Trappola, haughty asshole that he is, looks thoroughly ashamed to be caught in a compromising pose. The scene is so familiar that you can't seem to be confused. It takes a second of awkward staring from all three of you before you realize that you're still standing in your thin pajamas, out front in the public entryway in the cold.

"...May I help you?" The distant polite inquiry has them both flinching. They scramble to their feet, brushing off dirt and debris from their fist fight.

"We're very sorry!" Deuce bows deeply, while Ace scoffs and looks away.

"Housewarden Riddle told us to give you this, so…" Ace shoves a white envelope with a seal boasting a crown insignia into your hands. The Queen of Hearts. You exhale through your nose. So this is what Riddle meant earlier.

You open the envelope gingerly, carefully inspecting it as if it were some kind of trap.

"We're going to have a party soon." Ace is still determinedly avoiding your eyes. "You can come…if you want."

You hold back a sardonic chuckle. Even after everything that's happened, he's trying to act like some kind of cool, suave guy. Your eyes drop down again and you open up the flap to reveal the elegant crimson cursive that decorates the paper.

You're cordially invited to Heartslabyul's monthly tea party. Please send your response ASAP.

Date: XX/05

Time: 14:00 - 17:00

A silence lingers in the air, heavy as a rock. You can tell without looking that the two were holding bated breaths waiting for your reply.

This certainly was out of the blue. But. It was Ace and Deuce. Riddle may have issued the order, but they must've taken initiative in delivering her majesty's decree. Stubborn and tenacious, yet they were still endearing with their loyal friendship. Who in this world would run across a whole desert for you?

That wasn't for you though. The intrusive thought immediately makes your lips thin. The card soldiers shift at the subtle expression change, nervousness painted all over their faces.

You would be lying if you said you weren't curious. Why an invitation to a tea party? It was rather unlike Heartslabyul–or at least most of them–to be indirect like this.

"Sure. I'll be there. I can bring Grim, right?" You flip over the card and envelope, raising an eyebrow at their stunned faces.

"Wait, you serious?" Ace stutters. His ruby eyes blink rapidly as his mouth gapes open. It’s clear he wasn’t expecting you to actually say yes.

"Why would I waste my time lying to you?" You sigh, crossing your arms. Granted, you never did send any response back to that ostentatious bouquet, but you were already preoccupied with the hundred of other letters and packages flooding your mailbox.

"In that case, of course Grim can come!" Deuce says, looking like he's been released from an entire burden off his chest. It was no doubt plaguing him on what your answer would be.

"Great." You wave a careless hand, turning to close the door. You're so ready to go back under soft bed covers. "You can give my answer to your housewarden. See you then."

A hand grabs at your arm and tugs you back suddenly. You turn and open your mouth–

"You! You're the one that caused Yuu to shut down!!"

Wind blasts past you, leaving a thin trickle of blood down your cheek. Eyes wide, all you can do is stare at furious crimson eyes glaring you down.

"-Hey!"

Those eyes. It's the same bloody crimson. The same sharp glint of raw bloodlust. Your right cheek aches terribly. Cold sweat runs down your back. Try as you might, you cannot suppress the reactive instinct to flee.

"Don't touch me." Your terse response has Ace retracting his own hand immediately.

"S-sorry, sorry–" He’s scrambling to get past his mistake. If you were in a better state of mind, you would've laughed at his genuinely flustered state. "I–I didn't mean to grab you like that, it’s just that–"

"We also have something else.” Deuce cuts in, trying to cover for Ace’s blunder. He shoves something warm under your nose, and it takes a hot minute to process what you’re smelling.

Lavender. The cookies within his hands are simple and aren’t decorated, but the buttery floral aroma they emit leaves you salivating. You slowly take it from his hands, staring at the carefully packaged bag.

“...From Trey,” Deuce offers hesitantly after seeing your surprised expression. His tight expression and stiff posture betrays the way he is attempting to look respectable. “He's wanted to send you something for a while now.”

For a while? His dorm mates were all clambering to get any crumb of response from you. He might've had the manners then to understand that you wouldn't be delighted to hear from someone who only watched from the sidelines as you were being attacked. Did he only wait because his beloved housewarden didn't move yet? How typical.

“Tell him thanks for me.” The two of them shuffle their feet while exchanging glances at your freezing cold tone.

"Don't mind us, prefect." Deuce elbows Ace, causing the red head to click his tongue and glare back. "Sorry for bothering you like this–we'll get going now!"

The two actually leave without more fuss, leaving you to twirl the invitation in trepidation.

When you look down again, the flowy calligraphy has been smudged by your fingers, ink blooming on your skin like blood.

–

"What does one wear to a tea party, Sam?"

The question slips out before you know it, making the store keeper turn around and raise an eyebrow at you.

"And why is our little imp curious?" He teases. At your unamused face, his face splits into a garish grin.

"Perhaps you should ask Professor Crewel. After all, he does have quite the fashion sense." Sam strokes his chin in thought. "While we do have some outfits here, it might be best to get advice from someone who has been to these kinds of events."

And so, you find yourself standing in front of an indifferent Divus Crewel, who takes one look at you and takes another drag from his fashionable cigarette holder. He continues to shuffle through papers, all the while shaking his head.

“I should’ve known Sam would be the one to send you.” His voice sounds annoyed, yet carries no weight of anger. Much like how his bark is worse than his bite, Crewel isn’t one to heartlessly turn you away. “A tea party, you said?”

“Sam recommended that I go to you since you have more experience in this sort of thing.” Crewel does another critical once over of you, no doubt estimating your measurements for the look he’s thinking of. As expected of a former Pomefiore housewarden. He seems to already have an idea of what outfit would be best.

“I’ll help you, but you’re running some errands for me first, pup.”

You shouldn’t have expected anything less from the alchemy professor. Now you’re stuck picking out ingredients in the botanical garden while you’re waiting for him to get the materials together for your outfit.

Of all the botanical zones, it just had to be the tropical zone. The harsh artificial lights shine down as you lean down to pick herbs. While the temperature is bearable, you don't know how much more sweat your outfit can take before it gets soaked completely. The humidity is choking, and you feel dizzy from both the moisture and heat clouding your senses.

“Prefect?”

You look up wearily from basil plants to see Cater Diamond in his labwear, with a face that mirrors your stunned expression.

Give me a break. Immediately, your awkward customer service smile falls in place. First her Majesty, then Tweedle Dee and Dum, and now the March Hare? But Cater knows how to read the room. Maybe he'll know to let it go–

Your hopes are dashed as he immediately bounces up to you with a grin. “Didn't think I'd run into ya like this. Whatcha doing here?”

“Er, Crewel wanted my help with getting him ingredients…” This conversation was quickly swerving into awkward territory. “Why are you here?”

“Ah, you know…” Cater chuckles sheepishly, “I got assigned to water the plants…”

You take notice of the steel watering can in his gloved hands, then the long green hose by his boots. “Ah.”

“Guess that means we’ll be working together!” He chirps cheerfully and you cringe. Seven, anything but that! You quickly turn back to your basket and begin to pick up the pace in harvesting the basil. The quicker you finish, the faster you can get out of this deathly awkward situation.

“By the way, Acey and Deucey wouldn’t stop chatting about you accepting our invitation!” You flinch as Cater idles up next to you, using the hose to spray a generous amount of water over the patch of herbs. “It was pretty cute to see, y’know.”

“R-really?”

"Trey was also glad too. He and Riddle have been planning to make it the best tea party ever," he mock emphasizes. "They've been running the dorm ragged over the party deets. Cay Cay's been so busy with planning stuff!"

"That's not really necessary…" A feeling of guilt worms into your guts for a moment. You squash it. What Riddle and the others do is none of your business and no obligation of yours.

"Right? That's what I said too!" Is he implying that you're the reason there's more work than usual? How shameless is he?

After a good minute of dead silence, Cater pipes up again.

"Sooo, prefect, whatcha been up to lately?"

You can't take it anymore.

“Why are you talking like I have a gun to your head?”

Ever since he made his presence known, he's adopted a high pitched cheery tone that grates on your ears. It was akin to a customer service voice, but you know Cater. That's his influencer speak.

Cater's chipper smile vanishes instantly.

"Whaaaat?!" You catch a glimpse of his snaggle tooth in his exclamation. He quickly turns and moves to water a patch of sprouts further away, "Like, what are you even talking about? You know ol' Cay Cay's just trying to lighten the mood!"

More like he's desperately trying to appeal to you. He knows which attitude will get him the most views, and the best expressions to rake in likes and comments. You often thought that trait was endearing in its own way when you saw him as a fictional character. Now that you're dealing with him as a human being, it just pisses you off to no end. How could he? You know Cater isn't known for his genuineness but….you thought he would at least act his usual aloof casual self. Then you would know that it wouldn't matter if you offended him.

The straw basket is finally filled with everything Crewel asked you for. It's with dirtied skin and sore muscles that you turn towards the exit without sparing Cater a glance.

"If you say so, Diamond." You hurl the words like a molotov cocktail, and it's very effective. Cater's eyebrows twitch and his hands clench around the watering can. It's one thing to call him by his last name, it's another to completely blow off the nickname he blatantly shoves onto you. "See you later at the party."

“Wait, wait, time out for a second!! Can you at least unblock me on Magicam?” The last sentence makes you freeze in your tracks.

When you turn around, Cater’s somehow still smiling that insincere smile of his. Your neck prickles with dread.

You trust me now, right? His crinkled lime green eyes gleam.

You're not fooled. He is desperate to appeal to you not from genuine adoration, but rather guilty obligation. Although he tried to scrub it from his Magicam profile, you saw the blurry reels and pictures of you fleeing for your life. The detailed descriptions underneath. Each one boasting deliberate timestamps meant for best exposure. He put a bounty on your head with his own hands.

Two can play at that game.

"Block you? I don't have a Magicam account," is your dry response. Cater continues to smile as his eyes close.

"Really? I swear that it was you…" His lips jut out in an insincere pout, tilting his head. You shrug apathetically, hoping the conversation runs itself dead.

"Well, if you do make one, hit me up okay?" Cater calls out after your retreating back.

Once you're in the school corridors and catching your breath, you dig your phone out with shaky hands and pull up Magicam.

Hitting delete account has never felt more relieving.

–

The outfit, in your quiet opinion, was not worth the mental gymnastics you had to do in the botanical garden. Not that you were going to say anything to the very teacher who has been known to treat his students like barking dogs.

"It should fit just fine," Crewel smooths out the crinkles in the fabric before handing it to you. "Go on now. Try it on."

A simple white with a red ribbon bow tie and black slacks. It was rather simple, which is just fine. You didn't need or want to stand out in this party. But you certainly didn't want to end up looking like a slob either. This suit your needs quite nicely.

Smoothing down your shirt, you give a spin as Crewel looks on unimpressed. He waves you off with a dry "Don't expect me to do any more favors for you, pup." You mischievously grin and wave him goodbye as you trot off with your clothes in tow.

The last rays of the sun sets the hallway ablaze with orange and yellow hues. You hum as you take the familiar pathway back to Ramshackle. With everything crazy that’s been going on lately, it gets too easy to be swept up in the moment. As you watch the shadows flicker between the stone pillars, you slow down to observe the scenery for a bit.

The sunset catches a glint and reflects bright white for a moment. You blink and it’s gone when you focus. You stop, confused at the intrusion.

A loud click echoes behind you, but when you whip around, there’s nothing but the empty hallways.

You stand for a moment in place, waiting and listening apprehensively. Nothing else happens, and it’s with cautious paranoia that you turn around and start speed walking.

iiii. Funeral

It would be impolite to show up to a party without something.

But now as you're standing before the mirror leading to Heartslabyul, you're having second thoughts.

What if it isn't good? You glance down at your box containing the simple custard puddings you were able to make just last night. You didn't really have the skills to make complicated sweets and the puddings only took three ingredients. And your outfit, what if it isn't up to the Queen of Hearts' rules–

"C'mon, [First]! Or else the food will be gone by the time we get there!"

You breathe out a giggle. "I don't think anyone can beat you on your eating speed, Grim."

"You don't know that!" He hops up and down impatiently, waiting for you to adjust the box in your hands.

Right, who cares about any of that?

You follow your companion through the warped glass.

The fresh spring breeze graces you first, then the refreshing scent of flora, and finally, the warmth of the sun on your skin. When you open your eyes, the stretch of viridian green pastures and vibrant flowers greets you. The land of Heartslabyul is as picturesque as you remembered on screen. It feels unreal.

And waiting for you at the end of the path is the very first dorm you've befriended.

"Weird. Where's everyone at?" Grim grumbles, ears twitching in irritation.

The entrance is completely devoid of any human presence. You don’t sense anyone in the building either, which is completely strange.

Grim's right. Where is everyone? For an incoming tea party, wouldn’t there be various students rushing in and out for the preparations?

“Perhaps they’re in the maze?” You glance warily over to the tall hedges that bloom with beautiful roses. “Should we wait?”

“Ugh, that’s so rude of ‘em to keep us hangin’ though! I say we go lookin’ for them. Who knows how long we gotta stand out here!” Grim shakes his head, distraught at the thought of having to wait for his food. "Let's go to the kitchen!"

"You just want to see if you can eat something." You tut at Grim's scheming face.

"Mya, so what?!" He yowls. "I'm going and you can't stop me!"

"Grim, wait–" You call anxiously, but your companion is already scampering off into the dorm. You're left with no choice but to take a deep steadying breath and press on.

But the kitchen room is also empty when the two of you pop in. However, it seems like it was used recently, if not for the smell, then the sight of various dishes laid out on the counter would have clued you in. You sneakily compare your puddings to the spread laid out before you and wonder again if it isn't too late to put them away in a dark corner.

"What do you have there, prefect?" A low voice breathes in your ear.

You and Grim shriek in tandem, with you almost fumbling and dropping your box and Grim’s signature sharp nails digging into your shins.

The looming presence behind you is revealed to be Trey Clover, who has an apologetic face after spooking the two of you. At least he is conscientious.

"My bad, my bad," he chuckles, "I should've been more obvious about my arrival." He places a steady hovering hand behind your back. Just barely touching, yet close enough to feel its heat. Embarrassingly, the feeling is soothing enough that you can't find it in yourself to pull away.

"Sheesh, for real! You took some of my life with that, y'know Trey!" Grim hisses, detaching his claws from your poor legs. Trey only laughs and ruffles his head.

"I’m sorry about that Grim. Anyway, you guys came just in time," Trey begins to transfer the dishes onto a wheeled cart. "Food just needs to be carried out and the tea party can begin—but you have something, don't you?"

Regret seeps in when you think of your sad puddings next to all these gorgeous pastries and appetizers.

“Uhm, I don’t think it’s really needed since you got all this,” you laugh sheepishly as your hands automatically hide the box behind your back.

“No way.” Trey’s smile is warm but firm. When he gently guides your hands to give up the box, you can’t find it in yourself to protest. “It can’t be that bad, since you made it.”

You're struck silent, and Trey immediately takes advantage of your state to press his hand to your back to usher you forward. His fingertips graze your side, and for a second, you swear his lips quirk into a smirk.

You follow alongside Trey as he pushes the cart out through the door.

"By the way, I'm happy to hear you liked the lavender cookies." You look over to see the baker smile warmly. "I would've tried something with the candied violets I had, but I ran out just as I was making them." He sighs as he shakes his head.

Something with the way he's worded it makes it sound like there was more to the story, but you don't care enough to pry further. Trey's golden orbs slide to meet yours discreetly, and you realize he's waiting for you to respond. You murmur an apathetic response back, and he visibly droops.

It's a long, quiet walk through the rose maze.

It seems your arrival with Trey threw everyone off guard. You don't know why they look so alarmed: the venue looks absolutely resplendent. Colorful lanterns dot the tree lines, swinging back and forth cheerily with brightly colored flags. The long table is draped with fine cloth embroidered with intricate lace patterns. There's not a single wrinkle to be seen in the fabric. And the rose bushes, blooming with both red and white roses, are pruned cleanly, not a leaf or branch out of place.

It is a tea party fit for the Queen of Hearts.

"And the guest of honor is finally here!" Easygoing as ever, Cater calls out jauntily to you both. He seems to be the only one not visibly panicking. "Trey, what took ya so long?"

"Had to get the dishes here, you know." He shoots a knowing glare at Cater, who flinches with a sheepish smile. "Someone was supposed to help me, which would've made it a lot faster."

Ah. Cater giggles nervously while twirling his hair. Ace and Deuce exchange disbelieving looks before shaking their heads.

“Welcome, prefect.” Riddle greets you with a stiff bow. "And Grim." He hastily adds, seeing your companion’s face twist sulkily. The action makes you smile, if only for a moment.

“We’ve been waiting forever for you, Yuu—” Deuce jabs an elbow sharply into Ace’s side, making him cough and sputter mid sentence, but the damage has already been done. Another awkward silence reigns as everyone’s fearful faces are directed at you, trying to figure out how to best traverse the conversational minefield.

“W-What Acey meant to say is–” Cater is cut off immediately.

"Uh, er, come to think of it, what's your actual name?" Deuce is the one who pushes forward despite everyone else’s horrified looks. As if he had uttered a profane exclamation.

"My…name?" You echo back.

Right. Since all they knew was the puppet, they didn't know your true name. Heavy silence hovers in the air, even Grim was looking at you in anticipation.

"My name is…" Something chokes your throat. Reluctance? Or fear?

"[First]. [First] [Last]."

They mutter it among themselves, tasting the syllables and weaving the rhythms of the letters. How strange. With sugar coated lips, their voices ring like church bells for prayer. You're born anew, for the way they look at you is enough to make your heart soar for several fleeting seconds.

For a brief moment, you could believe that you were with your Heartslabyul again.

The tea party begins like a baby animal: slow, unsure, and always in danger of stumbling to the ground. But it’s Heartslabyul, and who else would know how to best host a party for its guests?

By the time the tea is being poured into your cups, a steady conversation has started naturally flowing between all of you.

“Is there something the matter?” Riddle asks for the nth time as he worriedly gazes at the way your eyes stray to the hedges and whimsical decorations beyond the table.

"Oh uhm…” You hesitate, still not meeting Riddle’s worried face. “Why are the roses both red and white? I thought one of your rules is that tea parties always have white roses."

Riddle exchanges a look with Trey at your question.

"That is true, [First], however…" He pauses, before continuing with a determined look. "Red and white roses are customary for parties celebrating with new friends."

“New…friends?” Your hand is frozen at your teacup.

Something fiercely warm fills your chest. There's cautious hope glimmering in Riddle and Trey's eyes. That wasn’t fair. How could they say something like that and not expect you to react?

The party ends on a light note unlike its stiff beginning. The soldiers gather to see you and Grim off, but once Grim scampers off with his leftovers in paw, her Majesty moves to your side.

“Prefect–no, [First], would you come again?” He asks. His hands are trembling, tugging at your sleeve timidly like a young child again. “F-For an Unbirthday party, of course!”

It’s a request that’s not selfish, you note. Her Majesty’s card soldiers look on expectantly behind their monarch, and it takes everything within you to not collapse.

“Of course. I can’t wait for it already.”

Your heart weighs heavy. They do not know that the promise is an empty white lie. Though you cherish them, you do not wish to act the role of a doll whose purpose is to play house.

When they looked at you with those pleading eyes, who did they see?

Yuu, the puppet they adored for its safe default responses and supportive words?

Or you, the player who has their own flaws and biased personality?

It's okay, you reason.

They won't be able to tell the difference between clay and flesh.

v. Burial

You have a hunch about Yuu.

Only a guess based on many hypotheticals, but better than nothing.

If the puppet stopped working when you arrived, then shouldn't it go without saying that if you left this world, that it would return back to life?

The wooden door creaks open, stirring up dust and sending it flying into the air. You cough and sneeze, waving your hand to disperse the irritant. Serves you right. After all, you refused to step into this room since Yuu's body was hauled here. Didn't even dare to come clean the room. The dust settles and you can finally make out the puppet's silhouette from the waning light rays of the window.

It still adorns its proper NRC uniform, wrinkled in the spots where you had lifted it. It hasn't moved at all from its sprawled pose on the sofa. You remember the dread at realizing the only fitting school uniform you could possibly wear was on this puppet. It only cemented your resolve to break away from the puppet's image. Even if you had to resort to clearing out ancient closets and haggling with faculty, you'd rather take the raggedy shawls and worn flannel over the crisp blazer and button up the puppet wore.

Its skin has become ashen gray, drained of any life. Old joints creaked in agony when you adjusted it to a sitting position for better examination. For a while, the both of you stare at each other.

Despair tugs at your mind. How long will you be trapped in this world? Has the Headmaster even done anything to help you get home? You snort. He couldn’t even bother doing anything when it was just the vessel. Why would that change now?

Can you hear me?

The voice, so quiet yet clear, makes you whip your head around. No one's in the room. Are you finally going crazy?

You can hear me, right?

Is one of the ghosts playing a prank on you? You can't pinpoint the source of the voice at all.

I'm here–look!

With dread and fear pooling in your heart, your head turns slowly to meet the doll's eyes; whose pupils are now fixated on you.

The urge to scream and push away the doll is overwhelming. But in a world where the supernatural is natural, you suppose that dolls that can speak are the least impossible thing out there.

I can help you find your way home.

You swallow thickly. Pursing your lips, your grip on its arms tightens as you lean in. Something stirs, and it’s crazy, but you swear it hums in pleasure.

Listen to what I say carefully…

Decorations? Check. Refreshments? Check.

Outfits? Check.

So why does it feel like there's something missing?

"What's wrong, Riddle?" He turns to see Trey's concerned face. He gives an awkward smile back.

"I'm not quite sure, but something feels amiss." He explains, rubbing his neck. It's obvious enough to make him feel the familiar slivers of irritation slither through him.

He tries to will it away. It's a good day, and there was nothing to be angry about. The player–no, [First]–had decided to give them a chance and agreed to come over to celebrate an Unbirthday party with them. Ace and Deuce are behaving as good, law-abiding card soldiers should be. The roses were saturated with dripping red, the dormouse had its nose smeared with jam–so what is this itch that won't go away?

"We can do a double check of everything again," Trey offers gently. “It shouldn’t take too long.”

Riddle shakes his head. “It’s almost time for them to arrive. I will not have them waiting on something that isn’t even a problem.”

“Housewarden~!” Speak of the devil. He turns with a frown at Ace’s loud shout, but it fades to a small smile when he sees you trailing after Ace.

"Hello, Riddle." You smile warmly at him, and his cheeks flush pink.

Wait. He stops. Have you ever called his name? He doesn’t have time to ponder this before he’s interrupted by Trey and Cater bringing in the food.

When everyone is seated and the party is in swing, he notices something.

“Is the food not to your liking, [First]?” He inquires as politely as possible, softening his tone to make it sound less accusatory.

You fluster, waving a hand. “Not at all. I’m just not that hungry right now.”

He decides to leave it, because it’s not as if it’s wrong, per se, if the guest wasn’t eating. He recalls Ace’s previous words to him.

“Housewarden, you really should loosen up a bit! Otherwise you’re gonna end up being a killjoy!”

He may be many things, but he is not a killjoy! Just because he was particular about certain things doesn’t mean he didn’t know how to let go.

But something feels off.

Then he realizes that while the conversation is flowing as usual, you are hardly speaking at all. You only speak when directly spoken to, and even then, it’s short, clipped responses.

He watches incredulously as you pour yourself a cup of tea and then drink it.

The golden scepter materializes in his hand as easily as breathing.

Everyone else reacts explosively, looking alarmed at the scene unfolding. Meanwhile, you merely stare blankly at the end of the scepter nearly several inches from your nose.

"Riddle, hold the phone, what are you doing?!" He barely hears Cater's frantic voice to his left. He's too focused on the way that…that thing is not reacting at all.

"You. Where is [First]?"

It's silent for a moment, and then a disturbing crooked grin breaks out from its poker face. It starts cackling loudly and it makes his blood start boiling.

"Start speaking or it's off with your head!" He screeches, scepter shaking uncontrollably in his hands.

"Boo, I was hoping you guys were stupid enough to fall for it.” The thing taunts, leaning back in their chair.

Red fills his vision. How dare this thing use your visage and breath such vile words? Before he could register it, his arm swipes across. By the time his eyes clear and his breathing steadies, he's staring at a decapitated body that is mangled beyond repair.

It takes another moment to realize he is not the only one who has raised their magical pen.

Trey is at his right, golden eyes dark as Riddle realizes he positioned himself to shield him. Cater mirrors Trey, but his arms are visibly shaking and his eyes keep switching from him to the broken body on the trimmed lawn. Ace and Deuce had positioned themselves to the backside, but they too, barely seem to be holding themselves together, clenched fists at the ready for physical blows.

“What…” he breathes, “is going on?”

The only answer he gets is the wind whistling through the grass blades.

He collapses to his knees as he fumbles with a body that has been torn asunder, but instead of flesh and bones, he only finds clay and chipped resin.

“What have we done?”

#yandere twisted wonderland #yandere twst #yandere heartslabyul #my works #if this gets good reception i'll have a easier time of writing part 2

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mochinomnoms · 7 months

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A Floral Inconvenience

You came into Twisted Wonderland with nothing but the clothes on your back, a literally fiery cat, and an immune system not conditioned to handle the foreign antibodies in the air, earth, or water. It was honestly a miracle that you hadn’t caught some sort of incurable disease, probably because most diseases here required magical output to survive, like plants and water. You weren’t immune to your own feelings though, and magical disease and illnesses have a funny way of adapting themselves to their potential host. It was then that you found yourself prepared for springtime hay fever and allergies, after all pollen was pollen no matter where you were at. What was unexpected, and thus not prepared for, was the disease known as hanahaki, or the flower sickness. Long ago, there existed a family of mages that lived in a small mountain village deep within a jungle that was established by a family of mages. The family protected their village with fantastical and magical abilities, each unique and extraordinary as generation from generation grew. One of those mages, the Flower Bride, had the ability to grow a magnificent array of flora with just the wave of her hand! Flor de mayo, jacarandas, figs and vines all made their home with the Flower Bride. She had a heart so full of feelings, love for her home, family, and her beloved, of course, that her very emotions affected how dazzling those blooms were. The Flower Bride then decided that others should be able to demonstrate their love in the same beauteous display as she did: after all, who wouldn’t want their love developing into only the most lovely blooms? As such, hanahaki was born. Some see it was a blessing, a push, an opportunity for one to confront their feelings. It’s a realization that what they’re feeling is indeed true, the type of love that can only be achieved in fairytales. Others saw it as an inconvenience: after all, sometimes it just wasn’t the right time to confess your love, or they’d be coughing up petals mid-speech, kind of annoying honestly. Yet the sickness would continue until they acknowledge their feelings, the love died down, or it became a chronic illness. Officially dubbed hanahaki by researchers in the East, the disease was also referred to as the flower sickness, being twitterpated, and sometimes even the lovesick florae by the general population. The most commonly afflicted persons fit into two categories: the positively, without a doubt, enamored sort, the twitterpated or lovesick sort of folk. Or, they were the kind to bury their feelings deep deep down and just one day die. It wasn’t unique to any singular species either. It had adapted to afflict humans, beastmen, and even merfolk. Why, not even fae were immune despite their natural immunity to magical disease. Really, it shouldn’t have been any surprise that the emotionally stunted students of Night Raven College would be prime targets for their own bout of hanahaki.

An event to christen the creation of my blog! Please feel free to request or use for your own!

Requests Close 10/20/2023

Rules

Anyone can use this event and prompts on their own blog! Tag me in so I can read all your stories!

This event will be for TWST on my end, others are free to use for whatever they'd like!

All request will be up to 2000+ words, with a max of 3 characters per request.

Chose up one prompt for each character and indicate if you want romantic or platonic. You can also indicate if you want fluff, hurt/comfort, suggestive, etc.

No NSFW for this event (on my end at least, everyone else go nuts)

Reader will default to gender-neutral unless asked otherwise

Dialogue Prompts

“Why is your trash can full of flower petals? Are you secretly a botanist, or is there something you're not telling me?”

“So, I hear you've been coughing up daisies lately. Got any plans to enter the flower business?”

“You know you have it bad when you start sneezing petals every time your crush walks by. At least it's a colorful allergy!”

“I can't believe you're faking a cough just to get some attention. And you're using fake flowers for the petals? That's commitment!”

“I think the local florist is in love with me. Their shop is making a killing off my Hanahaki. Do you think they'll give me a discount?”

“You've got to stop sending secret admirer bouquets to yourself. The delivery guy is starting to think you have a dozen secret admirers.”

“I've heard of wearing your heart on your sleeve, but wearing petals in your hair is a whole new level of fashion statement.”

“I have a steady, loving partner. you on the other hand have a left hand and a sunflower cough.”

“Why'd I have to get a nose full of lilies? I'm allergic, this is so unfair.”

“You think with all the lavender on my head I could make my own syrup out of it?”

“No, I've been practicing my sleight of hand! Watch as I make a bouquet of tulips magically appear—ACK!”

“No, I haven't been growing marigolds out of my ass. Why would you even ask that?!”

“Here, your favorite flower! Hmm? Where'd I get them? Uh, I just found them, around…”

“I'd rather have the thorniest, pesticide ridden roses grow in my mouth before I'd ever admit having any sort of affection for them!”

“Sooo, are you gonna apologize for puking dahlias all over my breakfast?”

“I've never heard of a flower sickness, are you talking about seasonal allergies?”

“Look, even if confessing would let me get rid of the poppies, I'd rather not. Maybe I'll just learn how to make poppy seed muffins or something.”

“Is this normal here?” “Only for the emotionally unavailable folk.” “Ah, so it is.”

“Dude, are your freckles turning into baby's breath?” “AHH!”

“Aren't lotus flowers really good for your skin? Babeeey, I'm set for life—” “NOT WHEN THEY'RE GROWING OUT OF YOUR EARS!”

“Look, I care for you and want you to get laid, but imagine all the money we'd save on tea if you kept growing chamomile from your head.”

“Blehhhg…” “You know I always knew I'd be holding your hair back as you puked your stomach out at a party, I thought it be from the alcohol though, not flowers.”

“You know, some people pay a lot of money for Hanahaki bouquets, have you considered—OW! It was just a suggestion!”

“I'm so happy that you confessed first.” “Why?” “If I had to dig out another hydrangea petal from my teeth, I was gonna lose it.”

“Man, sunflowers have got to be the worst to be puking up.” “Nah man, it's roses and their thorns! They scrap up all up your gums, my dentist bill after was ridiculous!”

🌸 a floral inconvenience masterlist 🌸

gardenias & peonies: silver x f!reader – #13

stargazer lilies: sebek zigvolt x f!reader – #5

dahlias; zinnias & cosmos: ruggie bucchi, trey clover, [separate] x gn!reader - #15, #1

teonanácatl mushrooms: jade leech x gn!reader - #18

lavender roses: floyd leech x gn!reader - #14

lavender: azul ashengrotto x gn!reader - #18

marigold: vil schoenheit, platonic!ace trappola x gn!reader - #7 & #12

blue hydrangeas: idia shroud x f!reader - #24

baby's breath & red roses: riddle rosehearts x f!reader - #14 & #19 [QUEUED]

amaryllis: lilia vanrouge x gn!reader - #1 [PENDING]

carnations: leona kingscholar x gn!reader - #18 [PENDING]

asters; purple hydrangeas: ace trappola, jamil viper [spearate] x gn!reader - #22, #24 [PENDING]

gerbera daisies: trey clover x gn!reader - #3 [PENDING]

orange poppies & water lilies: azul ashengrotto x gn!reader - #17 [PENDING]

sunflowers: jack howl x gn!reader - #8 [PENDING]

chrysanthemums: jamil viper x gn! reader - #1 [PENDING]

green roses: malleus draconia x gn!reader - #13 & #14 [PENDING]

pink poppies & cala lilies: jamil viper x gn!reader - #17 & #22 [PENDING]

sunflowers: leona kingscholar x f!reader - #8 [PENDING]

BONUS:

azaleas, cornflowers, & white roses: ace trappola, deuce space [poly] x gn! reader - #6, #3, & #22 [PENDING]

#twst #twisted wonderland #twst prompts #twst x reader #twisted wonderland x reader #a floral inconvenience #writing prompts #hanahaki au #mochi masterlist

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wheelerboi · 1 year

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Okay, so…I’m all for Byler, ya’ll know that.

But, uh…I don’t think this “THE CRAWL” is in reference to Mike ‘crawling back’… I think it’s way bigger than these two little boyfriends.

It makes a little more sense that “Episode 1: The Crawl” is in reference to the current state of Hawkins, right?

Like, it’d be covered in growth from the Upside Down, vines all over the ground and buildings. Maybe so much so that the roads are inaccessible, and anyone still left, like the Party, are forced to navigate by foot. Maybe it’s easy to get lost now bc Hawkins is damn near unrecognizable. And don’t even get me started on the giant fault lines…that shit is not gonna make traversing easy.

I don’t have to explain why looting is gonna be an issue. All it took was one white boy screaming “Devil! Witchcraft! They do the Devil’s work!” at the Hellfire club, and everyone started loading their guns and grabbing pitchforks —— With the roads blocked and buildings damaged, I bet a lot of townsfolk are breaking in to whatever they can and looting. (Perhaps the Party has to do so too, in order to survive,)

“Battling various monsters,” Didn’t Nancy literally say that Vecna showed her a vision of monsters invading Hawkins? What if there are Demo-bats and Demo-dogs and even Demogorgons lurking throughout the town now?

In case I’m not being obvious enough about this, the small town of Hawkins Indiana has been turned to Hell on Earth. A real life Dungeon Crawl.

And it’s up to our party of heroes— The Paladin, The Cleric, The Mage, The Ranger, and the Bard, to save it and reawaken their fallen Zoomer.

Stranger Things 5 is going to be one giant IRL Dungeons and Dragons campaign. The first episodes of each season usually start off lighthearted to establish the new dynamic with everyone, but Season Five’s first episode is “The Crawl”, in which they establish how bad things really are this time. This time, they lost. They lost Max. They lost Eddie. This isn’t just the final fight. This is war.

And Hawkins is Ground Zero.

#byler #stranger things #mike wheeler #will byers #max mayfield #dustin henderson #lucas sinclair #eleven hopper #stranger things 5 #stranger things theory #lumax

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ellies-little-thing · 5 months

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"hey im lesbian, i thought you where american" (e.w.)

My masterlist <3

Part 1 Part 2

pairing: ellie williams x fem!reader

Warnings: Modern Ellie; swearing; fluf; arguing; Ellie is mean; smut; reader is referred as she/her; reader has a vagina; Kind of proofread, English is not my first language.

Author's notes: I dont know if this is very good, i tried my best and had fun with it. Enjoy! I hope you like it! Likes, reblogs and comments are always welcome! <3 (sorry, i have vines living in my head rent free)

NSFW MINORS AND MEN DNI

w/c:7.9k

Part 1

It was near 6 pm when you came out of your apartment. There was a girl leaning against the wall outside your apartment building. She just moved into one of the units but you had never seen her. You had just come out to smoke a cigarette. It was a cold winter's night. Your day was being pretty shitty and you thought some fresh air might help. This girl just keeps staring and you are starting to feel uncomfortable. She didn't have the friendliest of faces.

“Hey..?” She says, eyeing the person in front of her. You just look back at her.

She is beautiful, no denying it. Tall, pale, freckled skin with auburn hair in a half bun. Gorgeous green eyes looking right at you with an annoyed look on her face. Dressed in black ripped skinny jeans with a white shirt under her flannel, with some black converse that definitely needed their deserved retirement. She was smoking too, but it didn't look like a cigarette.

“Are you looking to get your ass kicked?...” She steps closer, glaring at you, eyes locked on yours.

“You were the one looking...” You spat back annoyed.

“You must really want to get your ass kicked then...” She pauses, throws her blunt on the floor and steps on it to extinguish it, and then cracks her knuckles. “Because that’s exactly what’s going to happen.”

“Oh really?” You ask mockingly.

“Oh really? Do you really wanna go there? She leans in closer, the heat of her breath being felt on your face. “Cause i will go there and i’ll win it.” She says, with a smirk.

“Whatever.” You look away taking another drag.

“Whatever? I bet you're crapping your pants right now. That's right, stay quiet, you know I'm right.” She grins, standing up straight, confident in herself.

“I'll punch you if you come close.” You threaten her.

“Punch me? HA! I dare you to try.” She starts walking towards you, her body language changing to that of pure confidence. You look at her dead in the eyes.

“What's the matter? Scared? That's what i thought…” she smirks, backing you into the wall. She leans in closer, her breath now on your neck rather than your face.

“Get away from me, creep!” You exclaim.

“Creep? I'm not the creep here hun.” She smiles, now running her hands up and down your arm, she begins to lean in. You try to get away.

“What's the matter? Can't handle a little affection?” She grins, holding your arms down.

“Just leave me alone.” You say extinguishing your cigarette on the floor too.

“Now, why would I do that?” She presses herself closer to you, and her mouth is now within inches of your ear.

“Because I don't know you from anywhere.” You explain.

“Why does that matter? Just go with it.” She chuckles, now running her hands through your hair.

“Don't you have anyone else to bother?...” You're a bit uncomfortable now.

“No, it’s just you. i like you” she smiles, trying to kiss your neck.

“Like me?” You ask confused.

“Yes, like you” She smirks, her hands now on your waist. “You’re cute…”

“Okay, get away from me.” You push her.

“Aww what’s wrong? Can't handle a woman?” She mocks your pushing, standing straight again. “You don't think you can just push a girl away do you? Huh?”

“I'm starting to think you're just a perv. Waiting for girls to pass by you in the night.”

“Perv? Don't act like you didn't like that.” She smirks, now leaning in so that her body is pressed against you. “You loved it. And you know it…”

“Stop it.” You say to her in disdain.

“Make me then.” She grins, pushing her body against you. You felt her hands slide into your hair, now running through it. There is a moment of silence before you feel her lips on yours.

You pushed her away after that. She stumbles back, before looking at you, her expression immediately changing to one of anger. “What the hell are you playing at?! Who the hell do you think you are? Pushing me away?”

“I’m not a whore for you to kiss just because you feel like it.” You say loudly.

“Just because I feel like it? You wanted it!” She smirks, now walking towards you, eyes locked on yours, and her body language once again aggressive. “Because who wouldn’t want me? I'm the most gorgeous woman you'll ever meet.” She looks you up and down.

“You're the cockiest for sure…” You mumble out. She chuckles, leaning in once again, her chest now almost touching yours. “Cocky? No. Confident? Yes.”

“And full of herself too.” You look at her face.

She grins, hands on her hips, rolling her eyes. “Full of myself? Maybe. But that's because I'm perfect.

“Pffft.... yeah right…” You say clearly annoyed now.

“Oh don't you start with that. You are so clearly attracted to me, you won't admit it cause you know i'm better than you.” She smirks, leaning in once again.

“Fuck you.”

“Now you've had a bit of a taste of me and now you want more. i know it. I can feel it.” She chuckles, moving her hands up your body, now resting at your neck. “You liked it, don't deny it.”

“No I didn't, don't touch me.” You swatted her hands away.

“I think you did. So I'm not stopping.” She looks down at you, her eyes now locked on yours.

“I'll punch you.” You threaten her.

“Do it, you wont. You know you won't.” She smirks, leaning in once again, her hand now in your hair, she whispers to you. “Cause you know you can't do shit against me.”

You punch her in the stomach, not too hard though. “Ow!” She says, stumbling back, now looking at you, her expression is filled with anger. “Did you really just?.. I’ll fucking kill you!” She yells, advancing on you again. You start walking away. She walks even faster, moving in front of you, blocking your way. “Oh, I'm not letting you leave now. I don't think so.”

“Oh, is baby offended? I said I'd punch you and I did.” You explain calmly.

“Offended? Me? You wish that was true. I'm just angry that you dare lay your hands on me.” She smirks, leaning in close again. “Maybe, you should be punished.” She looks you up and down, she seems like she's admiring your body. You were wearing a crop top and some high waisted jeans with a big coat over you.

“Oh I'm so scared.” You cover yourself with your coat so she stops looking at your body.

“What's the matter baby? Scared? Are you trying to hide what I like?” She smirks, leaning in close again.

“Leave me alone!” You start to walk away.

“Aww, baby is being difficult…” She grabs your arms, holding you in place.

“For fucks sake…” You sigh.

“Now, we don't say that now do we?” She continues to hold you.

“You don't tell me what to do.” You say, getting pretty annoyed now.

“Oh yes I do. Now I think you need to be taught a lesson.” She leans in again, her breath almost on your face.

“I'll punch you again.” You are very serious.

“Try me.” She grins, moving her hand up your face, now touching your cheek. You punch her stomach again and get away from her grasp. She lets out a grunt of pain, doubling over. But once she's recovered she chases after you, grabbing you once again, holding you tightly against her. “You think that hurt huh?” She smirks.

“Sure looked like it.” You say, confident.

“And you think that was enough to get away?” She laughs, and then grabs your chin, looking you up and down.

“I'll beat the shit outta you.” You said.

She chuckles, her grip slightly tightening, now pressing your body against hers. “I doubt that.”

“Try me.” You say, determined.

She smirks, moving in as if to kiss you. “I think I will.”

You slap her this time. She grabs your wrist, her eyes locked on yours, but she's smiling. “You think that's gonna stop me? You are so cute.” You turn your face away from her. She runs her hand down your cheek, turning your head towards her once again. “Not so fast there…”

“Go pick on someone else.” You are very clearly angry now.

“No, I'm having fun picking on you.” She smirks, leaning in, her breath now on your face.

“Stop it!” You shout.

“Nope” she continues to hold you close to her, her mouth now moving closer to yours, yet not touching. You slap her again, harder this time. She takes the slap, but doesn't flinch. But, you notice a red hand mark across her face. “Ow. look what you made me do. Now I can’t help but kiss you to make it better.” She moves in, pressing her lips against yours. You gasp in surprise. She leans back slightly, looking at you.

“Not so bad huh?” She chuckles, before grabbing your hair and pulling you back towards her again before kissing you once more. Your body tenses up. Her arms wrap around you, holding you tightly against her, her mouth moving faster and more passionately when kissing you. You try pushing her away. She holds your hands down, so that you can't push her away, but in the midst of your attempts to push her, her lips move down to your neck. She begins to nibble on it, her mouth leaving kisses as she goes. “Not gonna get out of this easily…”

“Please leave me alone…” You ask.

“I really don't think I want to.” She chuckles, running her hands down your body, now resting on your hips. “I quite like this…”

“Well I don't!” You exclaim.

“Oh, don't be a spoil-sport. Now how was that for you?” She pulls back, now looking into your eyes. You don't respond and look away. Her hands drop to your waist, her eyes still locked on you. A grin spreads across her face again.

“Don't be ashamed to admit that you liked it…”

“I didn't! I'm not a toy!” You say angry and annoyed.

“You might not be a toy but you are very cute and I think you secretly like me.” She starts running her hands down your body again.

“I don't even know you.” You look at her.

“Oh don't play with me sweetheart, I know you've got a bit of a thing for me.” She grins, moving in again. She is not wrong, you are starting to like this. “I'll slap you again!”

She chuckles, running her hand down your stomach. “Now, come on sweetie. don't fight it.. you know you want to kiss me again.”

You slap her harder than before. She lets out a moan of pain. “Damn! ok, ok fine.” She grins at you. “Was that supposed to stop me? Cause it really didn't.”

“Oh, I see, you like the pain…” You tease her.

Oh, maybe I do.” She chuckles before biting her lip. “Now what's the next move? Cause I dare you to do more...”

You kick her and bolt to the building's door opening it. She falls to the floor, moaning in pain. “Goddamn! Hey! That really hurt.” She pushes herself up off the floor, standing up, before walking towards you, now glaring.

You start walking up the stairs to your apartment door and open it. She grabs your wrist, turning you back towards her. “No, I'm not done here.”

“Go fuck yourself!” You spit in her face and go inside your house and try to close the door.

“Ew! What the fuck is wrong with you?” She wipes the spit off her cheek, now moving back towards you and keeps you from closing the door. “You should apologize for that, you know!”

“You shouldn't mess with a girl you don't know!” You say angry.

“Mess? I was flirting! It was a game.” She chuckles, her eyes locked on yours as she closes the door behind her. “Or are you just sensitive?”

“Go pick on another girl.”

“I'm gonna pick on you, don't try and stop me.” She smirks, leaning into you once again. “Aww, don't be so sensitive…” The next thing you know, her hand is on your cheek, and she's leaning in close once again.

“Now what are you gonna do huh?”

“Ignore you.”

“No you won't. Because I know you like me too much. You let me in and everything…” She smiles before biting her lip. You don't respond and look away from her.

“Hey, I'm talking to you. dont ignore me.” You continue to ignore her,now taking your coat off. Your apartment is nothing special. Just a one bedroom, cozy house with an open plan kitchen/ living room. She walks up to you, once again grabbing your wrist. “You know what, I want you to kiss me right now!” She moves her face even closer to yours.

“Well I don't!” You look at her angry.

“Oh, well I think you do…” She grins, and now kisses you passionately. “I knew you couldn't resist.”

“Ew…” She pulls back a bit, and grins at you again. “See? I knew you’d like it.”

“I'm disgusted. You're disgusting.” You say cleaning the spit off of your mouth with the back of your hand.

“Disgusted? Why? Am I not good enough for you?” She grins, now moving closer, pressing her body against yours. “Wasn't that good?”

“Not even close.” You cross your arms. She chuckles, her voice becoming more seductive. “Oh, I'm sure it was wonderful. You know you enjoyed it. Come on, confess.”

“You wish.” You roll your eyes at her.

“Oh come on, don't be shy!” She giggles, before kissing you once more, this time more passionately. You grab her neck. She lets out a soft moan, her eyes growing wide.

“Oh, you want to play rough? Well I'll make you regret this.” She grabs your wrists, pinning you against the wall, she looks down at you. “Now who's the one in control?” You try to get away. “Oh no no, you ain't going nowhere.” She leans down, pinning you against the wall again, her chest resting on yours, her lips moving slowly to your neck, her breath now against your skin. “I think I like this…”

“You're disgusting...”

“Am i? Maybe I am. But you know you like disgust, don't you?” She chuckles, before biting your neck, her grip on you becoming more firm.

“No. What's your name anyway, stranger that's inside my house?”

“Oh? I'm pretty sure you do. You're not trying to get away anymore.” She bites your neck harder now, her lips now going back towards yours. “Name’s Ellie…”

“Stop that…”

“Now, now, don't tell me what to do.” She smirks, her body tightly pressed against yours as her hand makes its way down your back. You grab her neck and start putting some pressure on it. She begins to choke as your grip tightens. “mmph… mmph… m-mmph”

“Who is in control now?” You say smirking.

“Mmph….. mmmph…” She begins to go limp, her eyes squinting with the effort to get a breath in.

You loosen your grip a bit. She gasps for air, still struggling to get a good breath in, her eyes wide. You turn your back and start walking to your living room. She slowly pushes herself up again, gasping for air, before stumbling after you, her grip once again on your wrist. “Where do you think you're going?”

“Away from you!”

“Oh? And why is that? Am I so disgusting you want to leave?” She grabs your wrist tightly, not allowing you to move your arm away from her grasp. “Maybe I'm just what you need.”

“Fuck you, go beat one off alone.”

“Don't get all rude again, alright sweet-pea?” She leans in to kiss you again, her grip on your wrist still firm.

“Sweet-pea?” You asked annoyed.

“Yeah, sweet-pea. I like calling you that.” She smiles, before leaning over to nibble on your neck again.

“Well I don't.” You are very serious about what you're saying.

“Aww, don't be embarrassed now. You know you like it” She chuckles, the grip on your wrist slowly loosening. You get goosebumps but dont move.

“Oohh, getting cold cheeks huh?.. You know, it suits you.” Her grip on your wrist is loosened, she looks down at you, now smirking with her arms to her side.

“What the fuck do you want from me?” You ask loudly, looking her dead in her green eyes.

“You, of course.” She grins, before pressing herself up against you again. “I'm gonna get you to admit it, sweetheart. cause i'm sure you want this too.”

You look at her with an angry face. She chuckles, her smirk still on her face. “Now now, you don't need to be angry with me. Just accept your fate, come on, don't fight it.” Her hand grabs the collar of your shirt, pulling you closer to her. “Oh come on, dont ignore me now.” She looks at you, her smirk now replaced with a look full of lust.

You kiss her to distract her. she lets out a soft gasp, her eyes growing wide as your lips meet hers once again. “Oh! Well, Well. looks like someone has been playing hard to get.”

You grab her neck again. Her eyes squint as your grip gets tighter, her face turning a dark red. “m-mmph,.. mmph!” She struggles against you, her eyes now filled with fear.

“Leave me alone, you understand?” You threaten her and let her go.

“No, no I don't think you want me to.” She grins, now pushing your face against a wall. “You like my attention, don't you? And I'm not going to stop.”

“You're so annoying…” You roll your eyes.

She chuckles, her grip on you loosening, as she moves her mouth closer to your ear. “Oh, I'm sure I'm not, my love.” She whispers softly, her breath hot against your skin.

“Oh, I'm not your love.” You say with a very annoyed and offended voice.

“You are now, sweetheart.” She bites your earlobe softly, her hot breath still on your skin. You close your eyes ignoring her. “Aw, someone enjoying this?” She grins, her teeth tugging on your earlobe, her tongue pressing against your neck. You put your hands on her waist. She tenses up a bit, still continuing to nibble your ear.

“Hmm, someone likes to be in control, don't they?” You grip her hard. She begins to bite your neck more passionately, her mouth and tongue tracing soft lines along your earlobe, before her teeth sink in once again. “Damn, this neck of yours is so sensitive.. I could chew it all day…” You shiver and put your hands under her shirt. She doesn't seem to notice your hands moving, instead her eyes drop to your mouth.

“God, this is fun, I don't even know what I'd do without you.” She bites your neck once again. “Maybe I should keep you for myself… so no one else can have this fine neck.”

You bite her neck now. Her eyes go wide, she lets out a soft moan. “m-mmph! My my, someone’s starting to play the game back?” You look her dead in the eyes. “Oh look at you, getting all brave and confident. I see you're starting to fight back. Don't you like this attention?” She smirks down at you. “Don't you like how fun this is?”

“No.” You say, not very convincingly. “Oh I know you do. don't try to hide that from me.” She moves closer, her face just a few inches from your own. “You like that attention, don't you?”

“I think you want another punch.” You say with a little more confidence. “Go ahead, punch me. See if it'll stop me.” She chuckles, her voice becoming more seductive. “I dare you to.”

You do punch her. She lets out a soft moan, her eyes squinting. “hnnngh.. Is that really all you got?” She grins, before her eyes begin to widen. “Actually, that kinda hurt.”

“Good.” You smile mischievously.

“Oh, someone got an angry fire in them.” She smirks.

“Now let's see if you can hold me down, come on. Try it.” She grabs your wrist and moves your arm to her waist. You pin her to the wall now and grab her neck a bit more. Her eyes squint even more, and she struggles to breathe “m-mmph! mmph!” She looks up at you, her skin slightly red from the pressure.

“Enough!” You exclaim.

“mmph! W-well, i guess i can stop here.” She slowly pulls her head away, gasping for air. “I mean, someone like me must be too hard to handle.” She chuckles, and winks at you.

“You're disgusting.” You say looking at her.

“Ohh, come on now. What if instead of being disgusting, I was the love of your life?...” She leans closer, her voice becoming more soft and sweet. “Don't you wish I was here for you?”

“No.” You say dryly.

“Oh come on. Imagine how good it would feel having someone like me close and near to you.” Her eyes lock onto yours, her face now inches from you, her lips once again close to you. You just look at her. She stares back, her eyes looking at yours, filled with desire.“You know you like this, you know you want me…” You kiss her hard. She gasps for a moment, before her arms wrap around you.

“Mmmph.. You know you wanted that, admit it…” She kisses you back with full force now. “No I didn't…” You keep the kiss going. She moans softly, before nibbling on your bottom lip.

“Oh, that's right. that's exactly what I've been waiting for.” She moves her hands to your hair, before pulling you down with her, her chest pushing you down onto the couch. “Mmmph… don't stop me now… You’re making me want more.” You look up at her. Now that you're laying down, she climbs on top of you, slowly straddling your waist. “Well, it looks like you're mine now…” She giggles softly, before biting at your neck again. You try to keep your moans from leaving your mouth. She smiles and pushes her chest closer to yours.

“I guess this is my way of marking my territory.” She chuckles softly, before biting your neck more passionately, her grip on your hair tight.

“Ah…” You moan. Her eyes look into yours, as her fingers dig into your hair. “Just remember who has all the control here, baby.” She smiles, before slowly lowering her lips down towards yours again. You bite her lip whilst kissing. She looks at you, her eyes growing wide, before giggling softly. “Well, look who’s learning now…” She puts more pressure onto your lower lip, trying to get you to nibble harder. You bite harder. Her eyes squint, and she lets out a soft moan. “mmph.. that feels good.” She bites back, harder than previously.

“Ow…” You cry out in a bit of pain. “Oh, it can become a lot more painful than that, sweet-pea…” She smirks, before nibbling your earlobe again. “See, you can take it.” Her voice became raspy, soft, sexy, filled with desire, and teasing, as she bites your earlobe more passionately. You put your hand under her shirt. She lets out a soft moan, her eyes closing for a few moments. You try to get it off of her, not very successfully. Her eyes snap open, and she looks at you intently. “Mmmhh. W-what's wrong? Don't stop now darling…” She grins, before biting your neck harder, her tongue tracing lines along your collarbone. You manage to get her shirt off, a bit later. She sighs, closing her eyes again, as her body becomes more close to yours, she leans close, now nibbling your neck. “Well well, look at you go…”

You start kissing her again. She slowly wraps her arms around you, pulling you even closer to her. “Mmm, I'm going to need more than just a kiss, my love…” She then smiles, before nibbling your earlobe, her mouth moving slowly down your neck.

You now get on top of her. You straddle her lap and bite her neck instead. She doesn't seem to fight back as much as before, now just looking at you, her eyes filled with desire. “What are you planning to do now, darling?” She moans softly, her eyes growing as her body tenses up. “Oh dear, it seems like you’re learning how to take control…” She bites your neck back, nibbling at your skin. You tug at her hair as she speaks. Her eyes squint slightly, and she makes a slight noise of surprise. “Oh, well someones gotten bold.” She bites your neck again, nibbling at your skin even more passionately. You now grab her chin so she's looking at you. She stares at you, her eyes slightly wide, filled with lust. “Well, if someone wanted to be this close to me, now would be the perfect time.” She looks you up and down.

“You don't deserve it.” You say still on top of her.

“Hm, and why is that?” One of her hands rests on your thigh, while the other grabs a hold of your hair. “Tell me…” She smiles, as she nibbles your neck harder, before looking you in the eyes again.

“Because you’re mean.” You say with an adorably angry face.

“Awwww, and here I was thinking you liked me. Oh dear, looks like someones getting soft for me now.” She continues to nibble your neck, her teeth making lines and marks on your skin.

“Leave my neck alone!” You try to be intimidating but not very successfully. “No, no I don't think I will…” She grins at you, as her mouth still remains on your neck, her teeth occasionally tracing down, before nibbling at it again.

You hold her face away. “What, don't like your neck being touched now?” She chuckles softly, as a small grin spreads across her face. Ah, you're only making me want it more.” She pulls your face back towards hers, once again biting your neck . You kiss her, putting your tongue into it too. She makes a soft moan, her eyes closing for a few seconds. “God.. I can't lie, that feels good.” She kisses you harder, pushing herself up against you. You take your top off for her to see. Her eyes snap open, and she looks up at you, grinning slightly. “Well, someone’s really into this now…” She slowly pulls off your top, before throwing it somewhere else across the room.

“This is what you wanted wasn't it? Now let's see if you were not just all talk and no action.” You say to her. She smiles, biting your neck again, her teeth digging into your skin. You feel like you are starting to get marks from them. “Now I'm finally seeing what you want…” She pulls your body closer to hers, looking you in the eyes with that same lustful expression. “But I'm not done with you yet.”

“Let's see it then.” You tease, “Hmm, but you’re not letting me touch you…” Her voice becomes teasing and flirtatious. “I'm not sure what's stopping you.” Her right hand reaches up, her fingers rubbing your skin. She chuckles, leaning closer, her mouth still on your neck, as her fingers continue to run over your skin. “Oh? Do you like me in this position? She nibbles your neck again, pulling you closer.

You get up from the couch and from being on top of her and take your jeans off. Her eyes lock onto yours once more, her voice becoming soft and romantic again. “Ah but you're moving too fast, love… Let me enjoy this moment before you go any further…”

“Oh, are you scared now?” You ask sarcastically. “Maybe I am…” She grins, putting on a playful tone, before. “Oh, I dare you to go further.”

You take off your bra slowly. Her eyes widen once more, and she pulls herself away, now staring at you, still grinning. “Well I guess that was enough.” She slowly pulls herself to you, as her eyes begin to wander to your body. “I'm impressed, I'm not going to lie.” Her expression becomes more seductive and flirtatious, her voice being filled with desire. “You sure you want to get me all hot and bothered like this now?”

“Do something about it then.” You look into her eyes. She leans in closer. “Oh, I'll do something alright.” Her lips touch yours, her breath soft against your skin. “I like the way your body is looking right now, I might just want a taste.”

You get on her lap and she chuckles softly, as she pulls you closer. “Well, this is new.. didnt think you had this in you.” She wraps her hands around you, her eyes looking into yours.

You start kissing, she smiles, her lips wrapping around yours once more. “Someone is definitely enjoying herself now…” She pulls you closer, nibbling your neck as you kiss her.

You let out tiny moans without realizing. Her lips tighten around yours, her breath getting heavier. “Oh, well well. someones really enjoying this huh?...” She keeps nibbling your neck, her hands now moving up your body.

You shiver as you keep feeling her bites. “Hmm, someone’s a bit sensitive when it comes to this isnt she?” She smiles, her voice becoming even more seductive and teasing. “What, is it really that hard to resist? To not give in to this…” She bites your neck again.

“Fuck you….” You say softly in between moans. “Oooh, well someone is turning to cussing now…” She chuckles softly, before nibbling your neck harder. “What a shame you are, getting this angry over a little romance.” She teases playfully, before biting your neck again,

she chuckles, her voice becoming more flirtatious, as she pulls you even closer to her. “Oh, oh don't worry. I'm not done yet.”

You try to take off her sports bra. She laughs, her fingers slowly pushing you off of her. “Well well, someone is a bit impatient…” She smiles. “I see I'm really getting to you, huh?...”

“Shut up and kiss me already.” You say seriously. “Ah, I see someone is getting needy..” She chuckles, before kissing you again, her body now being pressed up against you. “You know I like to play, so this is only going to happen when I'm ready.”

“No no no…” You almost plead. She continues to kiss you passionately, her teeth nibbling at your neck once more, her tongue slowly tracing lines across your neck. “I think you like this don't you?”

You managed to take her bra off. Her eyebrows raise slightly, as she pulls herself off you. “Wow, someone’s really eager.” She smiles, before rolling her eyes playfully. “You didn't waste any time.”

“You like it…” You say looking at her. She smiles again, before biting your ear. “Maybe I do…” She giggles softly, as her expression becomes flirtatious. “Oh I see you like it when I take initiative, is that why you waited so long before anything actually happened?”

“What are you waiting for?” You are getting a bit desperate now. “Oh, for you to be completely begging for more, obviously.” She grins, before nibbling your earlobe in the middle of your sentence, her teeth slightly dragging across your skin.

“I'm not begging…” You say with pride in your voice. “Oh, but you look so needy though…” She chuckles, before nibbling your neck again.

You let your hands explore her body a bit. “Oh my god—someone’s finally got the guts.” She grins, kissing you softly. “It looks like we both have a need for it.”

“Do something already…” You say to her as she chuckles softly, before going back to biting your neck. “Oh, I'm sure I will, once I get more out of you…” Her voice becomes flirty again, and the nibbling gets more passionate.

“More of what?” You ask frustrated. She smiles. “I like seeing you want it, it makes it better…” She nibbles at your neck slowly, making sure not to hurt, but just enough to get a reaction. “I think I'll keep doing this till you beg…”

“Leave my neck alone.” You push her. “And I'm not begging!” Her eyes widen slightly, and her body tenses up as you push her. “Well, that was quite unexpected. I guess there's a bit more to you than what meets the eye.” She rolls her eyes playfully, before grinning again. “Guess I'll have to try harder.” Her bites become more forceful again.

“Ow!” You say in pain.

“Aw is that all you got?” She bites your neck harder, pushing herself back onto you again. “Is that the best you can do to try and remove my mouth? Try harder, baby…” She grins, still nibbling at your neck.

“Ow! That hurts!”

“Oh, it seems like someone can't handle a little pain.” She continues to nibble at your neck. “Oh come now, is that the best you can do to stop this?” Her voice becomes more seductive again, and she pulls herself even closer to you. “Try harder, or else this won't stop…”

“Stop!” After you say “stop,” her teeth bite your neck harder. “What? A little pain too much for you? I thought you liked this…” She smiles cheekily, before biting and nibbling at your neck even more passionately. You push her away with all your strength for her to stop. Her eyes become wide, as she seems to be surprised by how much strength you have. “Oh wow—someone has a bit of a bite in them. Seems like I picked a good one after all…” Her voice becomes more teasing, with slight grins appearing on her face. “If I didn't know any better, I'd say you were enjoying this.”

“Enough biting!” You say loudly. She grins, before getting off of you completely. “Oh, sorry for getting carried away. I can't help myself sometimes.” She chuckles softly, before lying down next to you, her legs being crossed. “So, someone seemed to be able to get aggressive…”

“What are you doing?” You ask confused as she gets off of you. “Oh, just admiring the view…” She smiles softly, looking at you, with her eyes roaming over your body again. “I haven't seen someone be aggressive like that in a while…” She chuckles softly. “You have no idea how much I enjoyed it.”

You cover yourself with her shirt that was near you. “Aww, does someone not want me to look?” She grins, continuing to look at you. “What are you so ashamed of? Is someone not confident in their body?” She chuckles softly. “Or is it something else? maybe someone is a little self conscious about something…”

You turn your back to her, a bit uncomfortable now. She sits up, and pulls you down onto your back. “You don't mean to tell me you think I'm just going to let that happen.” She smiles, giggling softly as she keeps hold of you. “Come on now, don't be like that. If you're going to do something, at least let me see it.” She leans in, nibbling your neck once more, she seems to enjoy being the more dominant one, as a sly grin spreads across her face.

“Stop!“ You sit back up. She chuckles softly, before leaning in again, nibbling your ear. “Oh someone is still ashamed? I don't know what's got you so ashamed, there's nothing wrong with you.” Her voice becomes more playful yet taunting. “I want to see you, don't try to hide that from me.”

You cover your body a bit more, ashamed. “Ah, come on now. this is just teasing me already.” She pulls your hands away, before nibbling your neck again, “Why are you being so ashamed? Tell me, what about yourself is so wrong?” Her voice becomes seductive yet teasing, her body still leaning over you. “Maybe I'm just too good at this for you…”

You hug your legs looking for a bit of comfort. “Oh, are your legs cold? I can warm them for you.” She grins, as her body is still leaned over you, she continues to nibble your neck. “I can do a lot more too, you know.” She teases, as her body begins to slowly move down yours. “But you haven't given me a sign you want me to keep going.”

You look back at her almost with puppy eyes. Her eyes seem to sparkle with excitement, as she smiles at you. “Oh, are you finally going to allow me?” She bites her lip. “I'm still not seeing you beg though, guess I'll have to keep going until you do…”

“I will not beg…” You say trying to hold onto your pride. “Oh, but you know you want to, dont lie to me.” She chuckles again, as she bites your shoulder. “I could have so much fun with you if you just let me.”

“Like what?” You ask with a pout. “Oh, trust me. You would love for me to show you what I could do.” Her eyes become more seductive, her voice still maintaining the same tone. “I could make you go crazy just by doing what I want, you already seem so tempted…”

“Do it then…” You say quietly. “Oh? Are you sure? Because there’s no going back.” She smiles, before moving closer to you,. “But fine, if you really want me to show you.” Her voice maintains its seductive tone, before she starts to kiss your neck again. You look at her waiting. “Oh, you really want me to keep going?” Her voice becomes more teasing, and her face has a slight smile on it as she continues to kiss your neck. “You know, I didn't think you’d give in so early.”

She nibbles your shoulder again. “Come on…” You almost plead. “Mmm, you want me to take it further, huh?” Her voice still remains teasing, as she grips onto you. “I guess it's only fair, I have my own needs to take care of too after all…” She smiles, before moving her mouth away from your neck, moving down onto your chest. You give her more access to your skin. Her breath catches as you give in, as she starts kissing you. “I see you really want this now.” She bites at your nipple slightly and sucks on it, before moving even further down. You are trying not to moan really hard. She chuckles softly, as she moves her eyes up to look at you. “I can tell you tried to hold back from expressing yourself now.”

“No I'm not…” You avoid making eye contact. “Really now? Well, you're not doing a good job at it.” She chuckles, before going back to kissing your other nipple and suck on it harder.

You close your eyes as she does it, it feels really good. She knows what she's doing. She grins, as she continues to kiss your chest in the same place. “Oh, someone is enjoying this, isn't someone getting really sensitive now?” She chuckles slightly, and continues to kiss your chest.

“More…” You let out without thinking and immediately felt embarrassed after saying it. Her eyes sparkle, as she smiles once more. “Oh, you really don't hold yourself back do you?” She sucks your nipple again, before moving over your stomach slowly. She bites lightly at your stomach. You shiver as she goes down. “Aww, someone is sensitive to the touch.” She chuckles playfully, and her voice stays slightly seductive. “Maybe I won't stop until you beg.”

“Lo… lower…” You whisper. She chuckles again, before moving even further down. She continues to nibble at your belly, putting her hands on your hips. She moves her face down to your waist, and she giggles playfully and starts opening your legs slowly. “Oh, you really want me to go there?” Her voice stays seductive yet still teasing. You nod looking down at her. She smiles. “Alright then, but that's still not enough.” She teases you again. “I think if you really want this, then you need to ask...” Her voice remains the same, as she looks at you, her eyes sparkling with lust.

“Please…” You say very quietly. “Ahh, I'm sorry, I think I couldn't hear you. Can you say it a bit louder for me please?” Her voice is slightly teasing. She grins, moving even further down.

“Please…” You say in a slightly higher tone. She stops, and she smiles at you. “There we go, good girl…” She chuckles softly as she gets in between your legs and kisses your clit through your panties. She notices the wet patch a little lower. “Oh, already this wet? You really want this don't you?” You nod at her. “Maybe I should start doing something about it.”

Her eyes sparkle, as a blush covers her face When she looks up at you. “hehe, i'm glad i got the answer i was hoping for.” She smiles passionately, before moving back up to your chest. “But I still need you to beg..”

“Please…” You whisper. she chuckles and teases you by pulling herself away slightly. “I can't hear you, you’ll have to beg louder than that.”

“Please touch me…” You say avoiding looking into her eyes. “Oh, someone’s desperate, aren't they?” She smiles and she begins to kiss your stomach again.

“No, go lower please…” Ellie loves hearing your voice this desperate. “Oh, someone’s getting impatient.” Her eyes sparkle, as she smiles, before moving even lower. “Are you sure? Someone seems to be begging me for something…” She chuckles softly again, before going even lower. “Alright then…” She smiles, before moving even lower and starts touching your clit through the fabric in tiny circles. “Is this what you wanted? hum?...” She smiles looking into your eyes, You simply nod and let out a moan as she touches you. “Thank you…” You whisper under your breath. “Thank me later…” She smiles teasingly again, and she continues to move her finger, her other hand is tugging at your panties like she's asking permission to take them off. You put your hand on top of hers and push them down a bit. She grins at this movement and takes them off to reveal your beautiful pussy. She's mesmerized by it and how it glistens in the dim light of your bedroom. “Such a pretty pussy… I'm going to have a lot of fun.” She grins, before reaching the spot she wanted all along and then moves her lips to your clit and leaves a tiny kiss and waits for your reaction. As soon as she sees you jump slightly, she smiles and starts licking you slowly. You close your eyes and try not to make a sound.

“Oh, seems like someone has gotten quiet again?” She smiles softly, and continues what she's doing. “Please don't stop now…” You plead. “Oh, I don't plan on stopping. if you want me to, you’ll have to beg..” She continues licking your little clit and then, takes a long slow lick up your folds, tasting your lovely juices. She grins as she hears you moan. “Oh, so you do like this?” All you could do was nod as you closed your fists tugging at the sheets. “I'm glad I'm able to make you enjoy yourself…” She chuckles, before pressing her tongue to your cunt again. You can't hold it in anymore, you let out loud moans as she continues eating you out. “Oh, it seems like someone is getting sensitive now…” She teases you as she brings one hand up to collect some of your wetness.

“Ellie…” Her eyes brighten up, as your voice catches her attention. “Yes, baby?”

“Please don't stop…” “Oh alright then, I'll keep going…” She grins, before moving her fingers up and down your folds. She's loving having this control on you, a few moments later she starts prodding at your entrance as you moan to her movements. She slides one of her slender fingers inside you slowly, looking at your face, biting her bottom lip in excitement

“Oh, it feels good doesn't it, huh? I know that.” She chuckles, before sliding her entire finger in and slowly starting to pump it in and out of you.

You start feeling her inside you and it feels like heaven as she fastens her pace and you squirm in pleasure. She is really proud of herself for making you feel so good. You start feeling a knot forming in your belly as she moves more and more. Her finger is sliding in and out so easily, due to how wet you are, that she wants to slide in a second one and so she does. You gasp as you feel your hole being stretched by Ellie. You feel the knot in your belly starting to come undone.

“You look so beautiful taking my fingers… I'm gonna make you feel so good…” She continues to fasten her pace as she sees how you and your body respond to her touch. “Fuck baby… look at that… feels good doesnt it?” As she's fingering you she starts licking your clit at the same time in tiny circles and you moan even louder. “I'm almost there…”

“Oh? Someone seems so eager now…” She grins with her mouth still on you sucking your clit. “Maybe I should stop…” She slows down a bit. “No please… keep going… I'm almost…” She goes even faster now. “You're so beautiful when you beg like a good girl…” As she fingers you, she curls her fingers inside you and hits that spongy spot that makes you go crazy. “Yeah.. right there… Please don't stop now…” She continues as she grins looking at your fucked out face. “Such a good girl begging…” You feel your orgasm wash over you as she calls you a good girl. The knot in your belly comes undone and you cant stop moaning, Her fingers inside you feel so good your mind goes blank. “I can feel it… please dont stop.” You plead.” “You can feel what?” She grins. “That's it baby, cum for me.. cum on my fingers…” She is mesmerized as you cum just from her fingers. She helps you come down from your high, slowing down and stroking your face as she kisses you softly. “Such a good girl…” She slowly pulls her fingers out of you and brings them to her mouth to suck your cum off of them. “You taste so good… you taste like heaven…” She grins as she kisses you so you can taste yourself on her tongue. You moan into the kiss. You are still a bit out of it from how good it was. “Thank you…” You whisper. She chuckles. “What was that? i think i missed it… could you tell me louder?”

“Thank you…” You say again for her to hear. “Your welcome baby….” She kisses you softly as she caresses your face. A few minutes later you feel more like yourself. And you want more. You like Ellie and how she makes you feel. You both lay down and cuddle for a bit before falling asleep. You are really starting to like her.

#ellie the last of us #ellie williams x reader #ellie williams x you #ellie williams the last of us #ellie smut #ellie williams fanfiction #ellie williams smut #ellie williams #ellie tlou #ellie williams x female reader

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via-l0ve · 10 months

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Hi I want to request Spn boys dating someone who is a few years younger than them (They almost have to be in crowley and castiels case) and they sometimes use slang that they don't get at all. I loved the way your wrote Gabriel in latest work so could you add him.

I understood that reference! (SPN pref!) 🩷

A/n: hi anon! i love this idea!! i hope you enjoy :)

warnings: swearing, modern vine/tiktok references

Dean:

“no, y/n!! you don’t understand! this is important, you could’ve died back there!! you need to be more careful! i’m tired of-“

“no need to shout. no need to yell. shut your eyes, take a deep breath.”

“…”

“aww look! you’ve gone all quiet.”

“what the fuck was that?”

you take it to your advantage when he’s arguing and just slip in some vine references (idk if anyone understands that one but i love it.)

“y/n, you want avocados on your toast like a heathen?”

“it’s an avocado! yayyy!”

“are you having a stroke? it’s just an avocado.”

one time a demon came through and a fight broke out and the table broke

“the tables broken. i’ll have to go out and get a new one in the morn-“

“oh no!! our table! it’s broken!!”

“…i just said that.”

the poor man is SO confused

Sam:

side. eye.

he’s flabbergasted

let’s say he’s mad about something okay?

he’s ranting and ranting and then he turns to you

“woah. calm down there jamahl. don’t pull out the nine!”

he’s giggling tho

he thinks it’s entertaining how you just say things for fun and it confuses everyone in the room

also also also

he tells you the most depressing news about the world and you go

“oh. slay.”

“slay? i just told you 20 people died y/n are you okay? are you high?”

“i wish i was.”

“what.”

lmfao i’m sorry but imagine in the middle of a hunt you get punched in the face by a demon or something and he turns to you and

“you okay?”

“oh! oh! call an ambulance! call an ambulance! but not for me!!!”

and then you kill it.

he falls in love even more.

Castiel:

poor baby is so confused

“where are you going, y/n?”

“wouldn’t you like to know, weather boy.”

“w-what? weather boy? i’m an angel of the lord-“

it’s not even vine. if you use slang he is so confused

“she thought she ate that up.”

“ate what up? what was she eating y/n?”

“no… no she wasn’t eat-“

you do it just to mess with him lol

“cas, you’re such a snack.”

“huh?”

your humor makes him so confused

“cas! look at this video of a gerbil running up to the camera and it freezes right on his dumb face.”

“y/n you concern me.”

“i was laughing for ten minutes.”

crowley:

he is so confused

he thinks your dying

but he also just goes along with it

any vine references he giggles a little bit ngl

he thinks you’re so funny even if he dosent get it too much LMFAOO

he gives you the look every time you reference something.

“was that a vine thing?”

he says meme like sebastian stan

“mee-me.”

“was that a mee-me?”

“meme, crowley.”

“oh. meeh-me.”

“no🩷.”

i’m cackling

i feel like he sucks at texting bro.

“hey bestie how was ur day?” - you

“good bestie i am not your bestie i am crowley your lover”

“use punctuation.”

he dosent understand your new language but he tries to keep up.

#love u mwah #thank you sm for this request #castiel #castiel x reader #dean winchester #dean winchester x reader #sam winchester #sam winchester x reader #crowley #crowley x reader #supernatural imagine #supernatural x reader #supernatural

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ghuleh-witch · 2 months

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And We Are Tied As One Eternally

Fandom: Ghost Rating: Explicit Warnings: (For Future Chapters) NSFW, 18+, unprotected sex, p in v sex, oral sex, mentions of past abuse and domestic violence, references to suicide Relationships: Papa Emeritus IV/Copia x OFC Characters: Papa Emeritus IV/Copia, OFC Additional Tags: soft!dom Copia, eventual smut, developing relationship, no beta reader Chapter Word Count: 2921 Summary: Ellie Moran just wanted to make a new life for herself. Running to escape the people in her past, she ends up in a small town in the middle of nowhere that happens to be home to a Satanic church. She never expected her life to change again after she started attending the public masses at said church.

Ao3

Chapters: 2/?

Tag list: @sodoswitchimage

Chapter Two

tw: references to past self-harm

The dining hall was filled with an aroma of buffet food. Siblings and clergy members spoke to one another as Copia entered the hall. His eyes scanned the people and ghouls in the room before finding their target. He spotted Ellie with Sister Gemma in a small group of Siblings. He wanted to approach Ellie and talk to her, but the vision of her down on her knees in front of him, looking up at him, well, it did things to him. He couldn’t figure out why seeing her like that affected him so much. Had it been as simple as seeing a beautiful woman on her knees before him? No, it couldn’t be it. There were many beautiful people in the ministry that dropped to their knees before him every week and they hadn’t affected him the way Ellie had. There was something about her specifically and he wanted to find out what it was.

He was happy to see Ellie interacting with his congregation. He remembered just weeks prior how she stood alone and away from everyone. If she made friends with the Siblings she’d want to come back to visit, and if she came to visit more often there would be more chances to talk to her, he reasoned.

“So you have your eye on the new girl too,” Terzo said as he came up next to Copia.

His eyes slid sideways to the other man. “I do not,” Copia responded a little too quickly.

Terzo chuckled. “Oh, fratello , you don’t have to lie to me. I saw how you looked at her during communion. I thought you were going to get a hard-on right then and there.”

Copia rolled his eyes at his brother. “Okay, fine, what if I do have an interest in her? What does it matter to you? Are you planning on bedding her? A new woman to add to your tally?” He felt suddenly possessive of Ellie and stomped the feeling down. He had no right to feel that way. Ellie wasn’t his. He didn’t even know her. And even if he did, that didn’t mean he was entitled to her. She probably wasn’t even interested in him. Terzo was just trying to get under his skin.

“Calm yourself,” Terzo said. “I’m only messing with you. I was thinking about asking her out for dinner, but seeing you all up in arms over her has changed my mind. You’re not usually interested in anyone, so I’ll let you have this one.”

“How gracious of you,” Copia deadpanned.

Terzo clapped him on the shoulder. “Good luck, fratello .”

XXX

Gemma introduced Ellie to her friends: Sister Brianna, a pretty redhead with a round face, and Brother Micha a short man with dark hair and eyes in his mid-20s. The other two Siblings welcomed Ellie into their little group with open arms, asking her questions about her life and taking interest in her responses.

“Your tattoos are gorgeous by the way,” Brianna said, taking Ellie’s hand and looking at the bits that poked out from under her sleeve. “Can I see more?”

“S-sure,” Ellie said, rolling up her sleeve to show off more of the floral and vine designs that covered her arm. She hoped no one would notice the raised scar that ran up her wrist that the tattoos hid. She wasn’t up for answering questions and bringing up that part of her life. If any of them had noticed, they didn’t mention it, which Ellie was grateful for.

“I wish I had more tattoos,” Brianna sighed dropping Ellie’s arm after admiring the colorful ink. “I only have the one. Haven’t had time to get more.”

As the conversation turned to other things, Ellie pulled the sleeve of her sweater back down and noticed Copia across the room. He was watching her as he spoke to Terzo. When Terzo patted his shoulder and walked away, Ellie excused herself from the group and walked over to Copia.

“Papa,” she greeted. “The service today was really good. I enjoyed it.”

His lips turned up into a small smile and the sight made her heart beat just a little faster. “Thank you, cara , I’m glad you enjoyed it. It was one of my better ones. I’m glad to see you’re back and that you took communion. Are you thinking about joining our little family here?”

“I don’t know yet,” Ellie said. “I don’t know a whole lot about your religion. I understand and agree with the tenants, but I have a…complicated relationship with religion.”

“Former Catholic?”

“Evangelical Baptist,” Ellie corrected.

Copia made a face. “Even worse than Catholics, si?”

Ellie nodded. “At least the Catholics wouldn’t tell me I’m going to Hell every time I stepped into church,” she laughed.

“I can never keep track of what the different denominations believe. Catholics believe one way, Baptists and Lutherns another it’s all confusing,” he said, waving his hand as he spoke. “At least here we are consistent in our beliefs.”

“Well that’s a relief,” Ellie smiled. “I think I need to learn more before I can decide on joining.”

“Of course!” Copia responded with a nod. “Having all the information in front of you before you make a decision is the responsible thing to do. I’m sure Sister Gemma would be happy to help you, and if she can’t, I would be glad to help.”

“Gemma–er–Sister Gemma already offered to be my sponsor,” Ellie said, glancing over at the little group of Siblings that were still chatting to one another. She looked back at Copia, feeling his mismatched eyes boring into her. “But thank you, I really appreciate the offer. I’m going to need all the help I can get.”

“Si, si. Well, eh, I’ll let you get back to your new friends. I hope we get to see more of you here.”

Ellie could have sworn she saw a glint of eagerness in his eye as he said that. It made her smile and nod. “I’m sure I’ll be around more,” she said before giving him a small wave and walking back to the group of Siblings.

“Making friends with Papa?” Micha asked.

“Yea,” Ellie answered. “He came and talked to me a little the first time I was here. I just wanted to tell him that I really enjoyed the sermon today.”

“Papa Copia is alright,” Micha said. “He’s gained a lot of confidence since ascending to Papa. He was awkward as hell as a Cardinal. Should have seen him. Always had a rat with him. Rode a tricycle around the Ministry. It was weird.”

“Aw, I think that’s kind of sweet. I love rats,” Ellie smiled, glancing over her shoulder. Copia was now speaking with one of the masked figures Ellie learned were called Ghouls. After watching the Ghouls interact with other Siblings, there was something weird about them that Ellie couldn’t put her finger on. When she turned back to the three Siblings they were all looking at her with smirks on their faces. “What?”

“You like him,” Brianna said in a sing-songy voice.

“No,” Ellie said a bit too quickly. She felt her cheeks warm. “I mean, sure, as a person. He seems nice.”

“Oh yea? Then why are you blushing?” Gemma asked a grin of triumph plastered on her face.

Ellie let out a sigh. It would be useless to lie. She was always a terrible liar. “Okay, maybe I find him attractive,” she said as Gemma, Brianna, and Micha all looked at each other and nodded.

“What?” Ellie asked, unsure she wanted to know what they all just agreed on.

“We’re going to get you two together,” Micha said. “Papa needs someone. I heard he hasn’t slept with anyone since he became Papa.”

“Woah woah woah,” Ellie said putting her hands up. “I don’t even know the man and you’re already trying to get me in his bed? I appreciate the thought, but I’m just…I’m okay with the way things are right now. He’s nice and I’d like to be friends, but anything else…” The thought of nothing more between her and Copia made her a little sad and she couldn’t figure out why. But her life was too unstable—barely just began to start it over. Ellie didn’t know him well, but she knew Copia deserved someone better than her. So friends it would be.

“So,” Ellie said turning to Gemma to change the subject. “When can I begin studying for my membership?”

XXX

Ellie left the ministry with a handful of pamphlets given to her by Gemma. They covered the history of the ministry, rules, beliefs, clergy hierarchy, and much much more. Her first task was to read through all the material and write down any questions she had. She was meeting Gemma for her first study session in a few days.

As she looked through the pamphlets, she saw Copia’s papal portrait in one of them. It listed him as the current head of the ministry and frontman for Ghost. Ellie couldn’t help but stare at it. He looked regal in his papal skull paints and glimmering blue robes and miter. Gemma, Brianna, and Micha didn’t push her any further on their plans of getting her together with Copia, and Ellie was thankful because if she thought about Copia anymore, a permanent blush would be seared into her flesh.

As she finished reading through the third pamphlet, her phone chimed with a text message. Ellie froze for a second. No one had her new number. She ditched her old phone back in her hometown before her journey across the country.

“It’s not him,” Ellie told herself as she picked up the phone and opened the text from the unknown number.

Hey! It’s Gemma! I forgot to tell you that when you come here you’ll have to be buzzed in through the front gate. Just tell them you’re here to see me.

Ellie let out a huge sigh of relief. She forgot she gave Gemma her number. Ellie sent a response to Gemma before saving her number in her contacts. Ellie set her phone aside and willed her heart to stop bounding against her ribcage.

“It wasn’t him. You’re fine,” she told herself.

But the sick and twisting feeling that was currently churning in her gut didn’t go away.

She was hypervigilant over the next few days. Every little unexpected noise made her tense. When her boss dropped a large encyclopedia in the store that morning she nearly gave herself a heart attack. Ellie knew she should probably see a therapist and talk about her past and how it was affecting her, but she just didn’t feel ready to dive into all that just yet. She convinced herself that she was just stressed by all the recent changes in her life. Stress. That’s all it was.

That still didn’t stop her from looking in her rearview mirror to make sure no one followed her on her drive up to the Ministry.

She stopped outside the wrought iron gates that were normally open for public mass days. Ellie rolled down her window and pressed the call button on the box just outside the gate.

“How may I help you?” A voice crackled over the speaker.

“Hi, yes, my name’s Ellie Moran. I’m here to see Sister Gemma,” Ellie said.

“Come on through,” the voice responded as the gates began to open.

Ellie drove the now familiar path up the gravel drive and to the small visitor’s parking lot. She sent Gemma a message informing her she arrived before walking to the front doors. Before she could even put her hand on the handle the door was opened and an extremely tall, masked ghoul was standing there. Ellie had to crane her neck to look up at him.

“Sister Gemma will be right down,” the ghoul said ushering Ellie into the atrium of the church.

“Thanks,” Ellie said. She stood in the atrium, looking up at the stained glass before looking at the ghoul standing by the door. “I’m Ellie,” she introduced holding her hand out to shake.

“I know,” the ghoul said, looking down at her outstretched hand. “I am called Mountain.”

When it became obvious Mountain wasn’t going to shake her hand, Ellie let it drop and waited awkwardly for Gemma to arrive.

“I’m here!”

Ellie turned around to see Gemma coming down a set of marble stairs. She was in the same short, black habit that Ellie saw her in at mass but instead of fishnet tights and pumps, she wore black thigh-high socks and knee-high lace-up boots.

“I’m so glad you’re doing this,” Gemma smiled before waving at Mountain. Gemma guided Ellie up the stairs to the second floor and down the corridor. “I’m going to take you to the library first,” she said. “We’ll get an account set up for you so you can borrow books. Then I’ll give you a tour of the place if you want. After that, I’ll answer your questions and we’ll go over what we’re going to be working on.”

“Sounds good to me,” Ellie said as she kept pace with Gemma.

The Ministry library reminded Ellie of the photos she had seen of the Bodleian Library in Oxford, England. The dark wooden shelves stretched toward the high arches of the ceiling and were filled with ancient-looking tomes and modern-day novels. The smell of old paper filled her nose as Ellie followed Gemma to the front desk. There was a long row of tables and chairs that ran down the middle of the library and ended at the large stained glass window. There were several siblings at the tables, either sitting alone or in pairs. All of them had their heads in their books and were taking notes on paper, tablets, or laptops.

Ellie was handed a clipboard by an older, rather severe-looking Sister and was told to fill it out. It was a basic form asking for her name, phone number, address, and other relevant information, and when Ellie handed it back to the Sister behind the desk, she was handed a temporary card.

“Your official card will arrive in the mail next week,” the Sister said before returning to her work.

“Cool. I’ve never had a library card before,” Ellie said staring down at the simple cardstock that bore her name and an eight-digit number.

“Never?” Gemma asked looking surprised.

“Never,” Ellie said. “The last time I stepped foot in a library I was nine.”

Gemma’s eyes practically popped out of their sockets. “You’re kidding me.”

Ellie felt her face warm. “I…I was homeschooled and my mother…well she didn’t think public libraries were Christian.”

“Oh,” Gemma responded. “One of those 'information is danger' people. I understand. We have a few Siblings here who have similar stories.”

Ellie relaxed at that. “I thought I was the only one.”

“Not at all,” Gemma said. “I don’t mean to pry or overstep or anything, but we have support groups here if you ever need to get anything off your chest about the way you were raised.”

“Thanks,” Ellie said, feeling a lump grow in her throat at the suggestion. “Maybe I’ll check it out.”

Gemma nodded and smiled. “Ready to continue?”

“Please.”

From the library, Gemma showed her the administrative wing, the dormitories, the archives, and the recreational rooms that were filled with everything from video games and board games to movies and comic books. Gemma showed her a few of the classrooms and the greenhouse before stopping outside a small two-story house just outside the main abbey.

“This is the Papal house,” Gemma said. “All five of the Papas live here.” “Nihil, Primo, Secondo, Terzo, and Copia,” Ellie listed off.

Gemma grinned. “Good, you were listening. You know Papas Terzo and Copia of course. Papa Nihil doesn’t go out much anymore. Just for mass and a couple of Ministry events. Papa Primo is always in the greenhouse, and Papa Secondo…well we’re really not sure how he spends his time. He’s always coming and going. I’m sure you’ll get to meet them all at some point.”

Just as Gemma turned to lead Ellie back into the abbey, the door to the house opened and Copia stepped out. He stopped dead in his tracks when he saw Ellie. Ellie couldn’t help but stare. He looked completely different out of his papal vestments. He was dressed in red sweatpants, a black shirt with baring VVLGARI in white across the chest, and a matching red zip-up jacket over top. His face was devoid of the black and white skill paint Ellie saw him in, and instead, he just had black around his eyes and on his upper lip.

“Oh, eh, hello,” he said. “Am I interrupting something? Did you need to see someone?”

“No, Papa, I was just giving Ellie the tour,” Gemma said. “Sorry if we disturbed you.”

“No apologies necessary, cara ,” Copia said. “I was just going to see Sister Imperator in her office. His eyes were then once again on Ellie. “So what do you think of our little home?”

“It’s nice,” Ellie said. “Everything’s so beautiful.”

“This used to be some Catholic monastery or something before it was sold off and we bought it,” Copia explained. There was a pause before he shifted almost anxiously. “If you have time before you leave today, would you come by my office?”

“Oh? Um, sure,” Ellie said. “I don’t have anything going on this afternoon.”

“ Perfetto ,” Copia said, a smile forming on his lips. “I’ll see you then.”

#awataoe #ghost #the band ghost #ghost fanfic #my fanfic #copia #papa emeritus iv #copia x ofc #copia x oc #papa emeritus iv x ofc #papa emeritus x oc #papa emeritus iv fanfic

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kittyball23 · 9 months

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Found (a Trolls fanfic)

Summary: John Dory gets a clue as to where his youngest brother may be

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John Dory loved the outdoors.

This was something that he had known ever since he was a small Trolling in diapers, and Spruce was just a mere egg. There was something about nature that he felt connected with, though he couldn’t pinpoint what exactly; Maybe it was the green of the leaves, some of which nearly matched his hair color exactly. Maybe it was the way the breeze caressed his skin like silk, light and soft. Maybe it was how the air smelled of fresh grasses and sweet summer flowers. Whatever it was, he just liked the outdoors. A lot. So much so that it didn't bother him now to be living off the land, with no set place he exactly referred to as 'home.'

He could sneer at anyone who called his way of life as that of a 'bum.' He wasn't a bum, he was a wanderer. Wandering his way around the land the way he did when he was a young Troll, taking a break from the pressures of being leader to have a little of what he liked to call “Me Time.” Only now, after a relaxing stroll in the woods, he wasn’t required to return to a pod and have to change a diaper, or listen to any blubbering, or fall victim to a silly prank, or be forced to listen in on some cheesy dating tips. John Dory was free to do as he pleased, how he pleased, and whenever he pleased. And the feeling was great! Now, he really was living large and in charge – in charge of his own life, that was. And with him only having to lead himself, things were so much easier. If John Dory wanted to go mountain climbing, he went mountain climbing no questions asked. If he wanted to take a hike along some new trails, he did just that without a problem. If he wanted to down a whole pack of marshmallows for his dinner, then heck, he’d ensure that the rest of the bag he held in his hands would get finished pronto! Why, he could even chew as loudly or quietly as he wanted to, and nobody would complain. If he accidentally burned a marshmallow in the flames, he wouldn’t hear it from anybody (except maybe his belly, growling in disappointment at the loss of a treat).

John Dory hummed, his mind far gone in the delectable flavors that his desserty-dinner was providing him, as well as the natural naturesque sounds that were surrounding him. A simple rustling of leaves or the beating of small insect wings wasn’t nearly as exciting as a totally bro-dacious Pop song, but these days the sounds comforted him, especially since he’d taken a bit of a break from the whole performing ordeal. John Dory tried not to think of it much, but sometimes, it couldn’t be helped, and he would. The thoughts could linger, or they could come, invade his mind for no more than a few minutes, and then promptly leave.

But he couldn’t be relaxed in that knowledge, though. Even if the thought crossed his mind for a minute, it wasn’t as if that minute wouldn’t be intense. In a way, he saw it like meteorology tech – a forecast only determined the chances of rain in percentage, not the intensity of rain. A 10% chance of rain could be a full-blown thunderstorm or a 100% chance of rain could be a simple drizzle. It was the same when it came to thinking about his old life, as leader of the phenomenal band BroZone. It would hit him like a train sometimes, making him wonder what he was doing there, alone, with just a few token reminders that had been inside the acorn backpack he’d hoisted upon his shoulders right before he bid them goodbye forever. All in all, he tried not to think of it much, but thankfully he had a distraction in the form of the large, bus-like creature that was peering back at him from the other side of the campfire flames with her large, green eyes. Rhonda.

He’d found Rhonda as a caterpup at first, squirming and yelping after having been caught in some vines. John Dory had instantly swept in to help, despite not knowing if the creature would’ve bitten him, or if there was a larger, more dangerous catermother around. But JD knew he couldn’t just leave her there, tied up and humiliated – he knew the feeling all too well from experience, and it wasn’t good at all. Rhonda was freed, and she, like him, seemed to have no other companions, and had vouched for following John Dory around. He’d thought it was cute, and was grandly delighted at the prospect of having a pet, something that he’d actually always wanted but was unable to have due to all the other responsibilities he’d had, with handling the band and watching over his younger brothers. Now, there was no need to worry over that, so he kept Rhonda, naming her shortly after the first few days of realizing that the little caterpup was not leaving him be, wagging her stumpy green tail and making chirpy noises that sounded friendly in their nature.

Rhonda grew up alongside him, though her growth was significantly larger than his. By the time John Dory had reached his full five inches of adult Troll height, Rhonda had ballooned to a towering catercreature. Even more intriguing, it turned out that she was almost like a vehicle of some sort, with a hollowed out inside that was quite safe to go inside. At first, John Dory had been a little wary to seemingly be entering her stomach, but she encouraged him, and he’d found it to be a safe, cozy little hideout from the elements should they get too harsh. Yes, she was his very own RV – Rhonda Vehicle, that is.

Rhonda was watching him intently from behind the campfire flames, her green eyes wide and nonblinking, having seen as he dug into the marshmallow bag and chomped away, and causing him to pause for a second and consider. He had already given Rhonda some of the tasty treats, and had already told her that she’d received her last serving, but somehow, he felt the need to share his rations once again. There was still an instinct buried within him to want to share, even though he didn’t have to. Marshmallows were just an extra snack for Rhonda, since she’d already had her fill of caterbus grub right before JD had sat himself down and began eating. Yet he couldn’t help recalling a time when his brothers, too, had had their fill of their Grandmother’s delicious goodies, and pried him for a teeny bit more, to which, of course, he always gave in. Like he chose to do now.

“All right, all right, girl,” he sighed, “the rest is yours.” He tossed the bag with the remaining marshmallows at her, to which Rhonda effortlessly caught between her teeth. She easily tore into the food, and JD was content to see her munching away happily. But he still sort of felt that slight pang in his chest, almost wishing that his crew was there beside him. He knew they’d get along great with his caterbus. He could picture Spruce absolutely flattering her with his sweet talk, and Clay rubbing her belly until she was tickled pink. He could picture her nuzzling into Floyd’s side, or covering Baby Branch in doggy-like kisses. And, while talking to Rhonda was something he did often and uplifted his mood, it still would never be quite the same as talking to another Troll.

Rhonda pawed at the bag once she’d finished the last bit of marshmallows and gave it a quick sniff, ensuring that there had been nothing else leftover, and then let out a loud, satisfied belch.

“Whoa,” JD mumbled, giving her a thumbs up. “Ten outta ten on that one, girly!”

Rhonda wagged her tail, grateful for her treat and happy to receive the praise, and then approached John Dory, cuddling up to his side and purring.

John Dory chuckled, and pet her nose. “Okay, I get it, I love ya, too, ‘aight?”

Rhonda trilled right back, but it was not the serene little trill that John Dory had anticipated, the one that told him she was content. It sounded more like a trill of surprise, and the caterbus’s head shot up from his side, Rhonda now sitting erectly and seeming alert.

JD started. “Rhonda? What’s the matter, girl?” He could tell she sensed something, but John Dory couldn’t possibly make out what it was. Everything around them looked very much the same as it had been a minute ago. But Rhonda did not relax. She stood up on all four of her caterbus legs, her gaze fixated out somewhere distant. John Dory was about to pat her sides and reassure her that everything was okay, but before he could even manage to utter out an “It’s all right, girly,” something did grab his attention. And it, in fact, was right in the direction that Rhonda had been staring at.

It started as a brilliant, distant flash of light, almost like a firework’s colorful burst, and the accompanying sound did not reach him until a few minutes afterwards. But the time in between did not go without incident. Before John Dory knew what was happening, a massive, sweeping wave of colorful energy blew right past him, knocking him backwards and off balance. He yelped and nearly fell over on the ground, had it not been for Rhonda’s massive body behind him. But even she was not able to maintain full steadiness and wobbled, letting out another trill of surprise that was higher pitched than the last.

“Wha… what the heck was that?!” John Dory gasped aloud, putting into words what Rhonda’s trill probably would’ve translated to. He was relieved when he looked himself over and noted that nothing had happened to him, or his precious caterbus. They were okay… save for the strange, sparkly remainder of the explosion that still hung, floating in the air as daintily as dandelion puffs did in the wind. But they didn’t pose any danger. In fact, they were quite charming. They sparkled, kind of like fireflies, only brighter and, somehow, more mystical. Some of the sparkles floated down, covering the trees and greenery around him and Rhonda, almost making their colors brighter. Rhonda was apprehensive about allowing them to touch her, but when a few did manage to land on her nose (despite her attempts at dodging) she blinked and then purred blissfully. John Dory was curious about the effect it had on his caterbus, and he reached out, catching a few of the sparkles upon his hand the way one would with snowflakes.

As soon as his skin made contact, a wonderfully pleasant sensation overcame him. It was heavenly, like he’d been enveloped in a warm blanket of cotton candy, and he couldn’t help but close his eyes and relish it. His body felt tingly, almost buzzing, and his vision was tinted with a myriad of rainbow colors when he reopened his eyes. And that wasn’t the only thing. If John Dory hadn’t been trained in the art of survivalism, his keen ears probably wouldn’t have been able to pick up the faint sound that seemed to emanate from the sparkles themselves. It was musical in its nature, and if he listened just close enough, he could swear there were words. It didn’t take him long to figure it out, since the words repeated themselves over and over in all sorts of different tunes. He could pick out the distinctive blare of Pop, some electronic-sounding bleeps, a sassy Southern twang, a bold rock riff, a melodious chiming, and a groovy beating. They were all so very different, in a good way though, united in the one phrase that he heard echoing from the sparkles.

Just sing.

He heard it again and again, a song in his ears, and he felt empowered. John Dory really did want to just sing. It was all he ever really wanted. To just sing with his family and share his talents with everybody the way that he and his brothers had promised to do when forming their band. And then, as if the universe wanted to further reiterate its point, it seemed to sift through the chorus of voices that he heard so that it picked out one very specific voice. This one, he did not recognize right away. It was foreign to him, just like all the others were, but boy, was it talented. The way the notes were held and how beautifully it transitioned from high to low, as smooth as honey, was something to really admire. It was only when the sparkles turned from its rainbow colors to purely a rich blue that it clicked, and John Dory knew exactly who the owner of the angelic voice was, despite the fact that he hadn’t heard it in years and that it was not as small and baby-ish as it had once been.

“Branch?” he whispered to no one in particular, his eyebrows raised as the realization dawned on him.

Rhonda cocked her large head and made a sound that was quite similar to the phonetics that made up the word, and, misunderstanding, she trudged to the nearest tree and plucked out a bough, presenting it at John Dory’s feet.

The teal Troll had to chuckle at that, and he fondly patted Rhonda’s side. “No, no, girl. That’s not exactly what I meant.” Still though, so she wouldn’t feel bad, he picked up the branch and tucked it away in his hair. Who knew, it could perhaps come in use at a later time, and as a survivalist, it was a key factor to be prepared for anything!

This incident, for example, was certainly not something he was prepared for, and now his curiosity was piqued. “Hey Rhonda,” he said, “you think you can get me a better look?” He gestured out in the general direction where the blast of music and color had occurred, and the caterbus had barely let out a little whinny of agreement before she complied, scooping him up and carrying him along within her in a quick gallop. She screeched to a halt at the top of a sizable hill, where, upon getting back out, John Dory thanked her. Because now he did have a much better view, and he could see somewhere far in the distance the pulsating, colorful rainbow-like display that was in no doubt the root of the strangely pleasant disturbance. He glanced at it for some time, putting his hands up and squinting to gauge the distance between it and the landmarks that he already knew. Once satisfied, he scribbled down notes on a pad and tucked it safely away among the other BroZone memorabilia that was inside of his caterbus. He didn’t think he was quite ready to meet up with his brother just yet, and something told him that his brother might not be so ready to see him either, but regardless John Dory had a rough idea of where he could find him, when the proper time came. And it would come.

Rhonda peered at him with a questioning gaze when he stepped back out, never really seeing her companion look so thoughtful, and she eventually gave him a nudge.

JD responded with a short laugh, scratching her chin in the way that made her eyes close and her tongue loll out happily, and then yawned. “Come on, girly. It’s pretty late. Let’s get some shut-eye, whaddya say?”

Rhonda answered with her own yawn, the noise vibrating against him with a rumbling hum. The pair of them, like they did nearly every night, came to find a cozy spot in the woodland to settle down in, allowing the dreamland to take full hold of their consciousness.

And while Rhonda’s dreams that night consisted of flying off to an obscure, swirly-colored land that could only be described as being very trippy, John Dory’s were filled with music, and harmonious connection between him and a certain four other Trolls.

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A/N: There was an article/interview I read in which it was stated that John Dory saw what happened in Trolls World Tour, and that’s how he was able to get an idea of where Branch was. Idk if they’ll show a flashback or something if Branch asks JD how he found him, but this was my take on it anyhow :)

#trolls #trolls 3 #trolls band together #john dory #branch trolls #rhonda trolls #dreamworks #fanfiction #kittyball writes

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qianqiancandyjar · 5 months

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Ninjavember 2023!

Here's completed version with a bunch of explaining below each picture! Just scroll down if you don't want to see me blabbering. (I tried to go short as much as possible)

(I have a lot of AUs and headcanons that only exist in my head and my sketchbooks. Forgive me for wanting to spill them out.)

Day 2: Randy was listening to music with earphones so he didn't know Theresa was sitting next to him. Imagine how embarrassed he would get when he knows.

Day 8: Tech-Ninja AU. It's about machinist Randy being set up by Mcfist for murdering the town hero Ninja with his invention, the Tech-Ninja armor. Then the spirit of the destroyed Nomicon travelled to his armor and become an AI, choosing him to be the next Ninja. So Randy accepted it and was determined to make up for what he caused, when nobody except Howard, the boss of Weinerman industries, trusted him.

Day 10: Apocalypse AU. It's about Randy lost the battle at the end of season 2 and became the prisoner of the Sorcerer. The Nomicon was handed to Howard before that, and they later recruited survivors to form a resistance against the Sorcerer. Then Randy was stanked, but instead of turning into a monster, he was brainwashed and given the power of creating his own red and black stank. And- You know what will happen. (Inspired by the Darkness of Randy Cunningham)

Day 13: Elemental trial AU. You can say it's my take on what will happen in season 3. The Carp god was under the cover of a random carpfish as Norisville mascot. After a series of events it was awaken and gave Randy the power of Ice Rage.

Day 14: I think there's more than just the blood of First Ninja's brothers, since nobody knows how to destank people at the beginning...

Day 17: The Warrior might have been living or sleeping there, waiting for some ninjas to wake him up or consult him about his forbidden arts. (Ha, It's kinda like Eclipsa in Star vs. the forces of Evil)

Day 18: Or it can be called the New Generation AU. In the future, Randy took the place of Messager as well as the Ninja Guardian, while Brent became the new Sword Smith and Sorceress became their main villain. I am not really good at designing OCs so there's no next ninja yet.

However, I read a fanfic of another fandom in the form of CYOA, and it gave me new idea: just let the reader be the next ninja, it will be fun, too. (Also, this AU was inspired by an RC9GN fanfic titled from the past to the future, where future Randy became Ninja Guardian. But I couldn't find it on fanfiction.net any more. Has anyone read it? I didn't dream about it, right?)

Day 19: During that time I got even crazier after I read Enter the Nomicon. It's hard to believe I had a crazy period of shipping Randicon, even for myself. Especially weird for me since I now have a completely different view about Nomicon (peek at my Yokai Ninja AU comics). Time really can change a person, wow.

Day 21: Yes, a whole page just for this headcanon. I used the screenshots in the show because it's too hard to draw. The barrier thing is kinda like the one that held Bill's power in the range of Gravity Falls.

Day 23: Danny: the Walking Air-Conditioner. Inspired by a chapter of Secret Quartet. Danny phased his hand through the scarf. Just imagine your friend put a cold hand inside your scarf in winter. *shiver*

Day 25: Besides Ninja vine ball, there are also spike ball, gas ball, sonic ball, rainbow illusion ball, tear ball and so on. I just pick the most common one from my ninja balls headcanons to put in here.

Day 27: You may see I prefer using numbers to refer episodes, because that's how I track and rewatch them. To be more specific, I list some keywords here: NomiRandy, First Ninja, Debbie, Tengu. As fellow RC9GN Fans I'm sure you get it.

Day 30: It's a half-baked AU thing. The flowers I tried to draw are rosemary?

Wow! I actually finished all the prompts! Thank you for holding the big event! @evilspiritweek

(I don't mind sharing more details about my AUs or headcanons. *wink*)

#randy cunningham 9th grade ninja #rc9gn #ninjavember 2023 #ninjavember #randy cunningham #secret trio #rc9gn first ninja #howard weinerman #theresa fowler #rc9gn sorceress #rc9gn tengu #rc9gn theresa #fan art #rc9gn nomicon #nomirandy #rc9gn au #rc9gn fanart

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The gist:

1. Start seeds indoors. Do this about six to eight weeks before the last frost date. It can help to soak your seeds in water 24 hours prior to planting. This will help soften the hard outer shell around each seed and make it easier for them to germinate.

2. Harden off indoor seedlings before taking outdoors full time.

2. Plant them in mounds. You should plant your seeds in little hills, each of which should be about a foot apart along a fence or something else that your loofah vines can climb.

3. If growing directly outside, once each plant is about two inches tall, thin to a single plant (choose the healthiest one and cull the rest).

4. If you’ve already planted your loofah gourds and a cold snap threatens, put a cloche over your seedlings. This can be as simple as a plastic soda bottle cut in half with a few air holes.

5. Prevent deformed fruits by checking them as they grow and making sure they aren't getting trapped in a fence.

6. Choose the right variety. There are actually two species of gourds that are referred to as loofahs - Luffa aegyptiaca and Chinese okra. You want luffa acuntangular, also known as smooth luffa, Egyptian luffa, gourd luffa, or dishrag gourd.

7. Use diatomaceous earth in the late summer. In the late summer and early fall, when your plants have produced fruits that are almost ready for harvest, you may want to apply a light dusting of diatomaceous earth. This will help prevent squash beetles, creatures who can decimate loofah plants.

8. When it comes time to harvest, make sure you know the ideal time to do so. Usually, you will want to harvest once the vines have died back, before the first frost in the fall. To remove your loofahs, pinch or cut them off at the vine. This will leave the plant in good stead if there are other gourds that will need to ripen. If a frost threatens, harvest your loofah sponges. Even if they are still green, it’s better to harvest them before the frost hits, as this will lead to premature rot.

9. Prepare your sponges. You will need to do a bit of prep work to get your gourds ready for clean-up. Position your luffa gourd on a solid, flat surface. Use a stone or a rolling pin to remove the dried exterior skin. After you’ve removed both the seeds and the skin, there will be a black, brown, or yellow material underneath. Then soak this material in a solution of bleach water. Rinse them afterward with a few squirts from a hose at high pressure. This will remove any remaining seeds, mold, or rotten material. Allow the loofahs to dry in direct sunlight and a light breeze for a couple of days. Turn them regularly to make sure they dry evenly.

#luffa #loofa #garden #gardening #plants #reduce #loofah

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ctheathy · 7 months

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Fukase w/ Reader who lives under a rock

Fukase x Reader

Fluff Headcanons

Short Concept

Author's note: I keep falling in love with these very specific dynamics that I create LMAO. All of this is just so very stupid

Fukase/Reader [Romantic]

[Gender-neutral Darling|Female Darling|Male Darling]

Potential ⚠️TWs⚠️ :

Fukase has beef with Len like always

The literal memelord degenerate and the most naive person on the planet when it comes to online platforms. If anything, you're asking for the redhead to bully and tease you to no end. He's going to be after you constantly. And I mean constantly. Fukase is already a naturally teasing person to begin with, but if an innocent soul such as yourself manages to come around? He's going to be in absolute awe. At first, he's going to find it so strange that whenever he makes these very obvious and humourous remarks, that you just don't get it. Especially when talking about the current trends that have been popular all around the platform. It gets to the point where he ponders if you've ever even laid a finger on a phone, much less having having taken glances at the internet. He ends up finding it absolutely adorable that you're so unsophisticated in a way. You're pure. Like- the complete opposite of what he is.

He'd begin to make commentary all the time when you're even in the same area as he is. He makes these remarks that he knows you won't understand, wanting to have this ‘special language’ to mess with you further. The confused expression on your face whenever he does making it more that worthy to him. Fukase would purposely push you in situations where he'll for example begin the first few words on a trending song, expecting you to finish them; only for you to look at him like he just exposed the secrets of the universe, to the point where he swears he can see question marks appearing above your head every time. You don't want to know how loud the guy laughed when you couldn't get the reference of ‘Hit or Miss’

Though, as surprising as it may sound; he is quite determined to keep you the way that you are. He never explains any of the jokes or references he makes and he won't allow anyone else to do so either. There have been tons of times where he quite frankly started a fight because someone member of the Meme Squad, probably Len, decided to explain the whole shebang to you with a grin on his lips. A smile which he quickly got smacked off his face after Fukase took a hit with his wooden cane. Definitely an unnecessarily overprotective partner and wants to protect your pureness, even if your naiveness is too ridiculous for words at times.

Ah right. Did I mention that he quite frankly spams your device with any kind of considerably decent memes he has on his mobile? That's quite literally what your gallery is all about, just random pictures and supposedly memes that you still don't understand just laying there to rot in the back of your inventory. Will constantly send you vines and such as well, but atleast he's thoughtful enough to make sure the contents remain appropriate. In fact, there has been a scenario where he accidentally did send an unsuitable meme for your sake and he just ran towards your house in midst of the rain. Banging on your door and soaking like a pathetic little stay cat and demanding your phone so he could delete that thing from your device for once and for all. He may make a fool out of you for not understanding his preferred type of content. But if anything, he's certainly the ridiculous one considering how desperate he can get in order to keep you safe from his and his friends’ attitude.

#fukase x reader #vocaloid fukase #fukase #vocaloid x reader #vocal synth #vocaloid #fukase vocaloid #I had so much fun with this one

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deadboyfriendd · 2 years

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I have this silly little time traveler!reader AU in my brain and I think that Eddie could not handle it. For reference, TT!Reader is from our time and got shot back to the 80s unexpectedly. This is also assuming that the whole time paradox thing and serious implications of time travel don’t apply here.

Eddie tries so so hard to teach her how to drive stick. He’s also mean about it and you and Eddie end up wanting to strangle each other after you stall his van for a third time.

I’m sorry but I was born in the era where VHS tapes were being phased out and I had more DVDs than VHS’s. I can imagine Eddie handing you one and telling you to rewind it and getting absolutely flabbergasted when you look at it confusedly.

He is equally as confused when he asks you about your Walkman and you just hold up your lil iPhone with your AirPods in. He thinks you came straight out of an episode of The Jetsons and cannot fathom how Bluetooth works. You then have to explain to him that you can also use the internet and it sparks a whole conversation about the societal impact of social media and you basically have to do an in-depth thesis about modern life to him. (I’m also aware that there’s no cell towers yet so nothing would probably work but he’d be like a baby with an iPad. Just so intrigued that it can scan your face and that you can TOUCH GLASS AND MANIPULATE IT LIKE WITCHCRAFT)

Sorry but I don’t think anyone from Gen Z would be all that phased by anything happening in the upside down. We’ve lived through several major historical events in our lifetime and an alternate dimension isn’t even that scary.

What would be scary, however, is his reaction when you explain the state of the world today and “HOW can people just leave their kids unattended to run amuck around town with no means of communication?”

Arguing with Eddie about metal would be absolutely hilarious though. Like just getting on his nerves like, “You think Dio is hard? Wait a couple years. You get Cannibal Corpse.” And he goes absolutely nuts.

In the same turn, you would also get under his skin by arguing which album is better. “The Master of Puppets album is the best album yet” he would say, to which you reply, “I don’t know… Garage Inc. was a pretty solid one” and he would stomp and do his shimmy and throw his tantrum because “IT DOESN'T COUNT IF IT'S NOT OUT YET.”

Arguing with Eddie about what music to play and he calls your music stupid and just tearing him apart by calling Metallica “divorced dad rock”.

Constantly having to remind him that you’re not from that far into the future and his belongings are not ancient relics and you’re not entirely clueless about life in the 80s. He’s genuinely surprised you understand his music and pop culture references.

Dropping cryptic little tidbits just to freak him out, like watching something devastating on the news channel and going, “hm. Bradbury was right.” And going about your day while him and Wayne look at each other in the most terrified way possible.

Being CONSTANTLY bombarded with questions from the entire group. You feel like a human history book most of the time. Eddie almost has to drag Dustin away from you. “Yes DnD is still a thing. They have a classroom curriculum for it now.” “Yes I’ve heard of LOTR. There’s movies now.” “All of the drugs Ozzy did are catching up to him now.” “If you think an Atari is cool just wait until you see an oculus”

No one understand a singular vine or tiktok reference ever. “What do you mean they were roommates?” “Wait you took HOW MUCH Adderall?”

I 100% have a lot more to this and maladaptive daydream to this scenario constantly. If this does well I’ll probably write more about it.

#eddie munson #eddie munson headcanons #stranger things #stranger things s4 #eddie stranger things #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson oneshot #eddie munson smut #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x y/n #flea writes

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the-insomniac-emporium · 1 year

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hello, me again, & I’m sorry if I missed any of your guidelines for requests—but I see that yours are open & I really like your writing! 👀👀 may I request anything fluffy/angsty with Vi/reader? (Or if you’re not writing for her anymore, literally anyone 😂) maybe reader feeling insecure & Vi reassuring them? (But if not that’s okay sjdjdkd)

First off, lemme just say asdfghjkll I meant to have this done months ago, very sorry about the wait! I got most of it done before the holidays hit and I kinda just flailed around for a bit. Also, technically I said I wouldn't be taking Arcane requests yet (because I had a bunch of ideas for Arcane fics I wanted to finish first), but I'm allowed to break my own rules, so~

To Exist Is Enough

Genre: Fluff, comfort Rating: T, maybe? There's a few mildly suggestive lines, but only in the sense that it implies/references past activities Summary: You're feeling a bit insecure today, and Vi does her best to help. Even if she can't make you love yourself right away, she can try to ease your pain. // Alternatively: Somewhat inspired by some posts I've seen talking about unlearning self hatred by starting with self tolerance- you do not have to love your body to tolerate it, to understand that it is useful, that it is a container for your mind. I am not wording this well, oop Notes: Gender neutral reader (for my fellow enbies), referenced + established issues with body image and anxiety, I'm not 100% confident on some of the dialogue, Vi calls the reader "sweets" as a pet name, Caitlyn is mentioned once but only in a friendship context

She knows- always, without fail, more often a blessing than a curse. Whenever your heart trembles, whenever doubts creep up like vines weaving themselves through the cracks of your mind, she knows. It is a sixth sense. A work of magic, almost, the way she knows your patterns as thoroughly as she knows her own. Today proves to be no different than any other, at least in this regard.

“Hey,” Vi says, her smile evident by the way it curves her tone, even within this single syllable. From where you lay, in the dark, you cannot see anything but her silhouette. She’s resting against the doorframe, peering into the bedroom with what you can only assume is gentle concern. “Mind if I turn the light on?” Murmuring your assent, you untuck yourself from your blankets, raising a tired hand to wipe the sleep from your eyes. Soon enough there’s a familiar weight next to you, and through your squinting you can make out Vi’s warm smile. As always, your heart flutters at the sight.

“G’morning,” you mumble, before shifting to rest your head on your girlfriend’s shoulder. It wouldn’t be hard to fall back asleep. There’s a comfort that comes with Vi’s presence, a sense of safety and warmth; a scent too, come to think of it. It grows stronger as you lean into her, face pressed against her neck, breathing in a heavenly mix of undercity spices and Piltovan floral soap (a moving-in gift from Caitlyn). Something about the combination suits her, and you’ve grown to love the sharp contrast. Nowhere felt as much like home as her embrace, and you are quick to lose yourself in the feeling.

“No morning kiss, sweets?” Vi eventually teases. A blush overtakes your cheeks as you sheepishly pull back just far enough to give her what she wanted. Although the kiss is brief, it is more than enough to make your heart skip a beat; and when you catch sight of Vi’s loving gaze in the aftermath? Oh, the entirety of the world was a million miles away, in that moment, nothing existed but the two of you. “Mmm,” she whispers, only daring to break the silence so that she may showcase her affection, “there’s the pretty face I missed so much. You’ve been hiding it from me all morning.”

It’s not her fault that the words make you wince, of course, but she falters all the same. Anxiety had been gnawing at your heart all morning, painfully repeating an age old worry. Your thoughts had followed this path so often, for so long, that they might as well have worn-down the very flesh of your mind, carving in deeper and deeper grooves. Escaping this cycle was something Vi endeavored to help you accomplish. Somedays you even believed her when she complimented your appearance- sometimes it just felt like she was going through the motions, consoling you because that was simply her nature.

“Hey, sweets, please look at me,” Vi says, the words knocking you out of your own head. Honestly, you hadn’t even realized that your eyes were closed. Taking a deep breath, you look back up at her, forcing yourself to give a weak smile. “There we go, that’s better. Can you unclench your jaw for me?” Her fingers gently trace along the edge of your face, and she can feel the exact moment you do as she asks, her eyes gaining a self-satisfied twinkle. Then she speaks again, the words slow, not quite hesitant, more so cautious. “Do you want to talk about it?”

You almost scoff in response. Do you want to talk about it? It. It. The elephant in the room. The big, bad, thing Better Left Unnamed. Vi was just being gentle (and you know this), but you’ve still got anger in your chest. Just not at her, not really, and you take another deep breath before allowing yourself to respond.

“What, are you going to spend another hour trying to convince me that I’m beautiful?... I’m not sure that’s what I need right now,” you answer, at last, doing your best to keep your tone as light as possible. Maybe even with a twinge of mirth. Admittedly your success is mixed, but Vi doesn’t seem to mind. If anything, she seems more sympathetic, and she starts rubbing gentle circles into your back as she holds you.

“I have an idea for something different,” she starts to say, leaning in close until her breath tickles your ear, “if you’re up for it.” A moment passes, then two, as a blush creeps up your face, your mind reeling with predictions for what was to come. Except Vi isn’t wearing her trademark smirk, nor are her fingers already seeking out certain sensitive spots. Whatever she has in mind… you get the feeling that it’s more than just a fun distraction.

So you nod; after all, what do you have to lose?

“Alright, sweets, lay back for me, okay? Get nice and comfortable,” Vi instructs, in a voice she normally reserves for certain activities. A mix of curiosity and excitement builds up in your chest, and you’re more than eager to do what she says. Once you start getting settled, your girlfriend explains what exactly she had in mind. “I want you to love every inch of your body the same way I do, and I know how hard it can be to get out of your own head when it comes to shit like this. You can’t force love, not even for yourself, right?

“That’s why we are going to start smaller. You are so much more than just beautiful, sweets, and I want you to be able to hold back your hate, at least a little bit. Tolerance is still better than hatred,” she says, slowly trailing her fingers along your side as she does. Then her hands wander back up, stopping to rest on your biceps. “Mmm, these? These are the arms that hold me close, night after night,” her hands slide down to your own, “and these are the hands that have touched me, caressed me. Pressed against all the right spots, soothed my aches and wrapped my wounds, working next to mine all the time.

“Now,” she continues, grinning, taking on a hint of mischief as her hands move ever downwards, “these are the legs that carried you to me, through everything that life threw at us. These are the thighs that give me a place to rest… and wrap around my-”

“Vi!” You interject, blushing heavily, knowing exactly what she was getting at. Both of you are smiling, and your objection devolves into quiet laughter. Something in your chest feels lighter than it did just a few minutes ago. “Maybe save that part for tonight, alright?” Still smiling as bright as ever, she gives a quiet hum of agreement, nodding before moving upwards. It may simply be your imagination, but you’re fairly certain that there’s a light dusting of pink on her cheeks as she speaks.

“Where were we… ah, right,” Vi chirps, tucking a finger under your chin and letting her gaze linger on your lips. Then her eyes meet yours, her thumb pressing against the corner of your mouth. For a moment you are rendered breathless. The way she was looking at you, the love and tender appreciation, the loveliest brand of desire. “These are the lips that give me good morning kisses, the mouth that tells me how you love me, that whispers all the comfort in the world when I need it.” Pausing, she places a tiny kiss on the tip of your nose before giving you a cheesy grin. “That nose? Perfect. Adorable.”

By now her energy is downright infectious. A smile dances on your lips, and you almost want to interrupt her with a kiss, but something tells you to wait a little longer.

“I could stare at those gorgeous eyes all day, sweets, but I think you already knew that,” Vi teases, taking a moment to brush her thumb across the top of your cheek, right under your eye. A lovely glint flashes in her eyes, and you just know that she’s as tempted to kiss you as you are to kiss her. But she resists, trailing her fingers down to your stomach. Instinctively you take a sharp breath at the touch. She knows your heart, however, and makes this even more gentle than before. When she speaks, it is with the whisper of devotion. A prayer dedicated to only you. “This is the stomach I wrap my arms around, the place I tie myself to at night, where I hold myself to you.”

Slowly, she shifts back upwards a small degree, finalizing her ritual with something a tad less intense.

“And this is the chest I get to lay my head on, listening to the way your heart races when we’re together. The reminder that we’re alive, and you aren’t leaving any time soon.” As she speaks, one hand rests directly over your heart, the other seeks out your own and holds tight. Pain dares to rear its ugly head for a brief, unholy second, flickering in her eyes. You know she is remembering those she has lost- and you know that she is silently promising not to lose you. The fear vanishes as quickly as it came. In its place, you find nothing but love.

“Thank you, Vi,” you say, after what feels like a couple minutes of easy quiet. Before your girlfriend can shrug off your praise, you continue, giving her hand a squeeze as you do. “I mean it, seriously. Sometimes I get stuck inside my own head… but you always seem to know how to get me back home. I’ll always love you for that. For everything you do, and everything you are.” In response, Vi gets even closer, peppering your face with kisses, then resting her face against your neck, hiding her blush from you.

“I love you too, sweets,” she mumbles, her breath tickling your throat. Her arms are right where they belong, curled around you, just as she had described. Maybe she hadn’t magically cured your ills, but she had certainly convinced you of her love, and made your self-doubt grow quieter for today. “Now c’mon,” she says after a minute or two, raising her head to look into your eyes with a lovestruck expression. “We should grab something for breakfast before it’s time for lunch.”

And just like she had lifted the fog from over your eyes, she takes your hand and helps you up, ready to face the day by your side.

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