#was this proofread enough?

[seollenda]

it’ll belong to us (unnie!irene x fem!reader high school au)

literally inspired by a clip of an irene fancall where she does fanservice pretending to be an unnie. + lyrics of “secret tape” by sunmi. will probably write sequels to this too lol

CW: just angsty fluffy ambiguous confessions/coming out

word count: ~1700

would you show me a little of your time?

i just need a little bit of it

—

“i’ll come pick you up after your exam.”

joohyun tapped your chin with a gentle finger, unable to suppress an amused smile at your crestfallen expression. “yah, i have school to go to too, you know.”

“that early?” you complained, even though you knew it was futile when bae joohyun made up her mind.

the older student looked at you for just a moment. or maybe not…?

“what do you want as an after school treat?” she slung her backpack onto her shoulder, moving toward the door.

“nothing.” you pouted, only to hear your unnie chuckle.

“uh huh. see you tomorrow afternoon!”

you sighed, locking the door behind joohyun and shuffling back to your late night cramming.

—

the next day was miserable, as math exam days went. you studied furtively in korean and english class, but by the time biology rolled around you couldn’t be bothered and just spaced out sleepily. the weather was beautiful out the window. you knew joohyun was in that direction, just half a kilometer away, probably in gym class and walking laps around the track arm-in-arm with her friends. how much you’d give, just to feel the sun on your skin and chatter with her for half an hour.

it wasn’t fair when the lottery assigned you to one high school, and joohyun to the other. it was comical, when you lived two doors down from each other. each morning, you met up early on the street to chat or exchange your mothers’ extra batches of banchan. joohyun’s activities as a student body vice president meant some mornings she had to depart way too early in the morning—today happened to be one such day. you’d usually see each other off with a good luck hug on big exam days like yours, but duty called joohyun.

you sighed, dropping your chin to the desk until the observant teacher called your name. one more class period…an awful exam…and then joohyun would walk across the neighborhood to pick you up, just as she promised. bae joohyun never broke her promises.

—

as expected, the exam ran overtime. you weren’t the last to leave the room, but you grew fed up with triple checking your answers and knew that joohyun had probably arrived at the school gates by now. you hopped up, dropping off your test before speed walking out the door.

“y/n-ah!” joohyun called, waving furiously to get your attention as if she wasn’t standing in her usual spot. a few students turned their heads with amused curiosity, one pair of your grade mates giggling to each other. you couldn’t bring yourself to care very much, skipping across the yard with a broad enough smile that drew delighted laughter from your unnie.

“hi joohyun unnie,” you said, peeking your head through the bars and miming being a prisoner. “will you set me free?”

“oh, stop fooling around,” joohyun rolled her eyes, reaching around the post to tug you onto her side. she smiled, reaching up to rearrange your disheveled bangs in her usual impulse. “how was the test?”

“it was fine.” you shrugged, not particularly interested in pursuing the topic.

“did you check your answers?”

“two and a half times.” you started to walk, towing joohyun away from the godforsaken institution. she fell into lockstep with you, her arm automatically looping into yours.

“two and a half?” her brows knitted, trying to decipher what that meant.

“i gave up on the third pass because i’d keep you waiting,” you admitted, trying at an appeasing expression. joohyun frowned.

“you…” she trailed off, giving up on the scolding. “i brought you bungeobbang. choux cream.”

“oh!” you beamed, accepting the greasy wax bag and taking a bite out the head of the fish bread. the filling was still warm and fresh. “you’re the best, unnie. i love you.”

joohyun laughed softly, and you watched from the corner of your eye as she briefly dipped her head away from you.

truth be told, joohyun was acting strangely lately. it didn’t quite make much sense, but she suddenly seemed both clingier and more reserved at the same time. you’d wracked your brain to try and remember if anything had happened to trigger this change, or if you had done something wrong. you couldn’t for the life of you recall anything specific.

“unnie, do you have to head home?” you asked, stopping at a quiet crosswalk. cross the street straight and you’d make it home; a left turn, and your feet would take you to your favorite cafe. having missed your morning meeting, you figured an hour or two at a cafe wouldn’t hurt.

“yeah,” joohyun answered immediately. “gotta work out a few logistics for the year end festival.”

“oh,” you said, let down for the second time. joohyun sighed, turning to grasp your hands in hers until you looked up at her.

“it’s the end of the year, us seniors have a lot to attend to,” she said gently. you wilted slightly. your year gap was something that you liked hearing less and less of.

because bae joohyun would, of course, graduate with perfect marks. then, she’d probably disappear north to attend some top seoul university, be a star student and the talk of the town up there, and forget little old you, back in your stinky old hometown.

it was a chance childhood connection and against all odds that someone like joohyun had a best friend like you. she was even the talk of your school, her reputation as the most beautiful girl in this whole town drawing boys from your school to peek into after school student body meeting windows.

she was looking at you with those pretty doe eyes now, pleading for your understanding and probably a little too hung up on what you had to say about her time.

“mmkay,” you sighed, trying not to look too pitiful. the walk light changed, and joohyun threaded her fingers through yours as you crossed the street together. she glanced over at you when she thought you wouldn’t notice, squeezing your hand once with a silent apology.

the walk was short, of course. you two stopped in front of your house, which was the closer one from your origin. she turned to look at you again, her eyes warm as she regarded you.

“talk to you later,” you said sullenly, but she caught your arm and kept you in place.

“i’ll ask my mom if you can come over for dinner, okay?”

you looked up at her, unable to ignore the unconcealed hope in her expression as she extended her olive branch. you sighed, pretending to consider her offer until she let out an annoyed whine.

“okay, fine.” you sighed dramatically.

joohyun nodded, her expression brightening. the conversation could’ve ended there, yet there was something that rooted the two of you in place.

“i’ll miss you,” you blurted, your gaze darting across her face as you tried to decipher bae joohyun’s penchant for unreadability. “when you graduate.”

the older student exhaled through her nose, still clutching your arm as if the northward wind would blow her away that instant.

“i’ll miss you too,” she said softly, and you knew she meant it. she tucked an errant lock of hair out of your face, her lips pressing into a saddened smile. “i don’t know what i’m gonna do without you.”

“you’ll be just fine,” you shook your head. “i’m not worried about you. who’s gonna bother me about triple checking my work?”

joohyun laughed weakly. “you don’t give yourself enough credit.” she rested a hand on your cheek, giving it a gentle pinch. “you’re a clever kid.”

she gave you that look, in moments when you grew acutely aware of the difference between the two of you. it wasn’t pity, or anything like that, rather a reminder that in some ways, you were always chasing after her.

“text me, all right?” you moved to turn and retreat into your house gate, but she kept a grip on your elbow. you looked up at her curiously, about to make a playful comment about how she seemed to like playing hard to get, when the look in her eyes made your thoughts stutter to a halt.

she pulled you into the shelter of your house gate, out of the narrow residential street, and kissed you. it was short and chaste, but on the lips, and it made your heart fairly stop in your heart. it was over as soon as it started, joohyun pulling away and her eyes fluttering open.

she looked at you as if you’d been the one to kiss her.

“sorry.” joohyun said, releasing your elbow. her cheeks were nearly red, you realized, her gaze fixed on the brick wall by your side. she sniffled softly, and your heart dropped.

“hey, don’t cry,” you reached out to grab the sides of her arms. “why’re we talking like this? it’s not like you’re leaving tomorrow.”

“yeah, i know.” joohyun laughed once, her lip trembling. you could see the panic growing in her eyes, as she began to realize what had happened. she started backpedaling. “sorry, i just…i got emotional and…i’m being weird, i'm so sorry—”

“you’re not weird,” you replied gently, automatically. “well, not for feeling this way, anyway.”

joohyun finally looked up, and her beautiful face was tragically, nearly poetically distraught. your best friend was not frequently vulnerable, not even around her family or close friends. it was all the unbelievably similar ways the two of you aligned that seemed to set joohyun at ease, unlike with anybody else in her life.

so maybe this had happened because she had seen it in you, too; in the way you’d looked at her for the past ten years of your lives, falling in deep before you knew what any of it meant.

you threaded your arms around her neck, pulling her close into a tight embrace.

“you’re not weird.” you muttered, and turned to press a sweet kiss to her cheek. a thousand emotions settled in the eye of the storm, until nothing mattered but memorizing the girl in your arms. “none of this is weird at all.”

joohyun melted into your hold, and you knew the relief that was washing over her, because you could feel it, too.

the exhale of a love that could breathe for the first time.

#was this proofread enough? #probably not lol #red velvet fanfic #irene imagines #red velvet imagines #bae joohyun imagines #angst #hs!au

[kingofthe-egirls]

SILLY IS THE NEW SEXY: GEAR 5 LUFFY x Y/N

(cw: sex, flirting, squirting, creampie, silliness)

(an: i can't stop writing about gear 5 luffy)

Songs: "Monkey and Bear" by Joanna Newsom

words: 2.1k

You have curves like the sea, and as soon as Luffy lays eyes on you, he knows you’re different.

You ooze sex.

It clings to you like a second skin, as if sex appeal is a boa constrictor draped around your neck. Glittering and emerald, luxurious and reptilian, with striking ferocity in every touch.

He can’t keep his eyes off you.

“Captain,” you say smoothly one night, enjoying drinks in the firelight, “You’re staring again.”

Luffy freezes, and then giggles sheepishly with his hand behind his head. “Shishishi, sorry,” he says, “M’not tryna be rude.”

“What are you trying to do?” You ask curiously, tipping your champagne back from its crystal flute. It tastes like sour cherries.

“I dunno,” he says plainly, and leans back on his hands. His legs are splayed out in front of him, sitting on the wood of the deck. He knocks his feet together. “I like looking at you, I guess.”

You stiffen, flattered at his words, before you take another sip. Stars flutter overhead. Blue velvet stretches across the sky, and the silver moon is only half-full.

“Hmm,” you tilt your head, pleased, “I like looking at you, too.”

He beams at that, and you both gaze at each other steadily. The waves crash and echo around the softly creaking ship, lullabies all around you. You let your gaze rake over him, boyish in form with muscular limbs and a shining face. Black hair under his straw hat, sticking out in spikes. You hum, appreciative.

“I like it a lot, in fact.”

You flush at your boldness, but only slightly. You’re no stranger to flirtation, and this is getting fun.

Luffy cocks his head. “Whatcha like about it?”

You detail the planes of his body with your eyes, gray and hazy in the moonlight. You take another sip of fizzy, liquid gold.

“Your face,” you say first, honestly, “It always makes me happy. Especially when you smile,” you cup your own cheek in one hand. He crinkles his nose, pleased, and looks off to the side. The silent question hangs on his lips: What else?

“Your shoulders are next,” you let your eyes fall over his muscles like a featherlight touch. “Your arms, your strength. It’s really impressive. I like when you wear red,” you move to sit on your knees, lowering onto the ground from where you’d been perched in a deck chair. Luffy scoots closer to you, too. He holds his forearm in front of you, and flexes. His wide hand is clenched in a loose fist. You let your fingers drift over swollen knuckles.

“Your hands,” you say softly, heat blooming in your gut. “You have really gorgeous hands,” you confess, and turn away before you can embarrass yourself further. You never knew the flirtation would get this far, with him sitting so close to you he’s radiating heat like the sun. You flick a lock of hair over your shoulder, and bump slightly into him. You clear your throat, “What about me?”

“Your curves! I like the way they look like waves,” he drags a broad hand across your waist, and pinches at the fat of your belly. “I like the way this rolls over,” he says, voice low, “I like the way your thighs shake as you walk. I like your ass,” he says the crass compliment like it’s nothing, like his touch isn’t burning hot lava into you. “I like the way you smell.”

“What do I smell like?” You breathe, already too far gone to pretend any further. You’re putty in his rubber hands.

He screws up his nose in thought. “Like butter? Or maybe…sea salt?” He licks his lips, “It smells tasty.”

“You smell good, too,” you blush, turning away. He knocks his shoulder into yours. You scoot closer, so your legs are touching. He hooks an ankle over yours. “Like tea.”

“Good tea?” He asks, and you nod. Tentatively, you lean your head onto his shoulder. He hesitates, breath held, but then relaxes into your touch quite naturally. He rests his head on top of yours, fluffy hair tickling your cheek.

“Very good tea,” you affirm. Your body is electrified, never having been this close to your captain before. “Do you like girls?” You ask abruptly, not wanting to tread water for any longer. You need to breathe.

“Mhmm,” he says, nodding against the top of your head. “Lotta people think I don’t, but I do.” He twines his fingers around yours, bringing them to rest on his lap. “D’you like boys?”

“Too much,” you chuckle, and sit up from him again. “Do you like me?” You gaze at him truthfully, letting your want and desire seep through into your skin. Your captain is clueless, but not that clueless. He regards you with a princely stare.

“Too much,” he echoes, and leans forward to kiss you.

****

Now, you’re suspended in midair, back pressed against the cabin wall, while Luffy fucks you senseless.

He’d brought you to his cabin, pressing your back against his door. He'd reached behind your supple hips to turn the deadbolt into its lock.

“Love ya, kitty,” he breathes into your shoulder, before scraping his teeth along your sensitive skin. “Love how ya move around like no one’s watching. As if anyone could ignore those fuckin’ curves.”

He grips hard at your ass, his other arm supporting your lower back. Your shoulder blades scrape against the cabin wall. He tastes like sea salt, and milk. You stick your tongue down his throat.

“Mmph,” Luffy moans into your throat, languid thrusts rocking you gently. He reaches down to thumb at your clit between you.

“So good, baby,” you croon, raking your fingers through the soft hair at the base of his neck. He flickers gold for a second, white hair foaming at the ends of his raven strands. “Luffy?” You ask, watching his eyes swirl rosy. He giggles, grin wide, as he speeds up inside you. Your stomach bulges with his cock, and he gasps in mad abandon.

“Look at that…,” he whispers, feeling the head of his cock through your abdomen. Your stomach is not flat by any means (quite the opposite), but that doesn’t matter for Monkey D. Luffy. If he wants to see his cock, he’s gonna see his fucking cock.

“Luffy!!” Gasping for breath, watching his dick thrust in and out of you like you’re both made of rubber. Little hearts sprint in circles around his face, little ducklings following suit. He giggles, and you do, too.

Your eyes haze over into gold, with pink flecks of light bouncing around your tits. “Fuck—,” you gasp, watching the now curly-haired Luffy grit his teeth and fuck you hard. He lifts you off the wall, bucking his hips up into your cunt from below. The sounds of his balls slamming against your ass reverberates through the room, before his eyes bug out of his head like cartoon hearts. He’s slacked-jawed, tongue hanging out of his mouth as a wolf whistle sounds from somewhere off to the side.

“Aaaahhhh, kitty, ya feel so—oh!—goood!!!” He wails with his eyes squeezed shut. His muscular abs clench as he pistons his hips up into you. His cock is huge now, cartoonishly big as he pummels up into your cunt. It slaps and gushes, your clit aching, as Luffy tightens his hold around you. He leans down to bury his face in your tits, sucking hard on your sensitive nipples. He rolls his tongue around them, before elongating the muscle to wrap around your tit like a slimy tentacle. The tip flicks at your nipple.

Electricity bolts through you, zinging up your spine and down to your toes. Steam is curling around your face, presumably pouring out of your own ears. Luffy is giggling, manic, before leaning backward to careen you both into the bed. He jackhammers up into you, sitting now with you on his lap. His long tongue moves around your tit, sucking and licking like an animated restraint. His limbs are rubber wrapped around you now, sparks flying from where your bodies connect. His cock is thrusting sloppily against your cervix, which usually hurts but with him slams stars into your eyes. Your body is as elastic as he is, apparently.

Your fingers curl into his hair. “Luuuffyyyy,” you groan.

“Haahahaha!!!” He cackles, slurping his tongue back into his mouth. He slaps your other tit with a smack that makes a sound like a spring.

He leans down to suck your other nipple, not wanting his baby to feel uneven. His lips wrap around your bud, soft and chapped as he plays you with his tongue. Slow, sensual licks all over your hardened bud send shivers coursing through you. Luffy giggles, before ramming you down hard onto his aching cock. His lips stay tightly glued to your nip, so it makes your tit bounce up and down like a fucking porno. Luffy crosses his eyes up in pleasure.

Sex with new Luffy is freaky as fuck.

But (surprisingly?) his silliness has in no way deterred you from your own sparkling orgasm.

“S’fun, isn’t it?” He asks as he pops off your overstimmed nipple. You nod, vigorously. You push him forward onto his back, so that you can ride him at your own haphazard pace. You sink down further onto his cock, letting him hit it from below. Your elbows are on either side of his manic head. Your hips rocket repeatedly down into his, both of you grunting with every thrust.

Steamy hearts explode in front of your eyes.

"So fucking fun," you say, searing his grin into your senses for later. You're gonna be thinking about this hookup for ages.

Your pussy clenches at the thought, of maybe not having this be a one time experience, as Luffy moans. He stutters, grabbing your hips in searing hands.

Captain Luffy whines, head thrown back in sheer joy. His cock is bullying your walls, smaller now but no less thick. He brushes up against your g-spot, over and over again. It feels like something is going to spring out of you at any minute. You squeeze your eyes shut, feeling the impending release of your shaky orgasm. A wolf whistle sounds off again, steam clouding the room. You gasp, as you cum.

“Luffy!!” You squeal, heat overtaking you as you shiver in ecstasy. “Luuffy, fuuuuck….,” you drawl out, dragging your hands over his sculpted chest. He’s heaving in ragged breaths, scarlet blushed formed on his squishy cheeks.

“Squirt for me,” he commands, thumbing at your clit in rough circles. “Cmon, baby, I know ya can do it.”

He presses down hard against your lower abdomen, twitching his cock up inside you as you ride him. You bounce your way to orgasm, screaming and crying for the whole ship to hear. Somewhere deep in your core, you squirt onto his lower abdomen. Luffy laughs, giddy.

“S’coming, baby,” he warns you, eyes dark, as his thrusts grow sloppy. He slams his hips up into you, cock thrusting against your sweetest spots.

So deep--!

“Yeeesss,” you breathe, wrapping your arms around his shoulders. You bury your face in moonlight hair.

“Ganna—,” he stutters, hips shuddering as he cums inside you with a violent thrust.

His eyes cross in pleasure as he spills his seed inside you.

“Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!”

Luffy gasps, eyes squeezing shut as a wave of orgasmic, cosmic energy flows through him. He’s never had sex like this, before. He’s never had you, before. No way he’s letting you slip away, now.

“Say you’re mine, baby,” he says, sweating and panting as you both come down. His fingers trail along your hipbones. “I wanna be yours."

He's panting, his voice raspy and hoarse.

His hair is dark, now.

You watch as the last shreds of cartoon hearts fade out of existence around you. The steam has cleared up, too. And no more whistles sound. You snicker, "Sex is so fun, with you."

"Shishishi," he grins. And then, "Say you're mine, baby? Pleeaseee?" He whines up at you, and you snort.

"Sure thing, captain," you slide off of him, and he groans, "I'm all yours."

"Seriously," he pouts, poking your inner thigh. Your leg twitches, still spasming from the aftershocks. "Sex isn't usually this fun."

"Even after Gear 5?"

He smirks, "Steam was new. But," he looks up at you, wide-eyed and serious, "I really do wantcha, y/n."

You still, regarding him down the length of your nose. Your chest is fluttering, crazy butterflies going off in your stomach. "Sex is one thing," you allow, scared, "But relationships are a whole other thing. Seriously means you're serious with me. S'okay?"

Luffy nods. His grip tightens around your hips, as he sits up. "Seriously," he says, hand running over your thighs, "Silly, maybe. But serious." His face darkens, "And I don't wanna play games with you."

You swallow, and nod.

"Me neither."

****

#that's good enough #*prints it out and turns it in* #has not proofread #has not spell checked #first try best try #imo #anyway #gear 5 spoilers #one piece spoilers #dumpster dive #my writing #one piece fanfic #luffy fanfic #luffy x reader #luffy x y/n #luffy smut #gear 5 #gear 5 luffy smut #gear 5 smut #one piece smut #asdkl;jfg;adkshg;adksjhgdas;klfj;ksdfajk;

[lookingformoondrop]

ok but Can you image the total shit show it’d be if reader somehow rizzed up BOTH Andrew and Ashley?? 😨 literally preying. Like imagine reader is not necessarily popular, but they definetly are one of the most attractive people in the class if not the most

Andrew Graves x Reader x Ashley Graves

TW: Some nasty cat fights between the Graves siblings, everyone has a potty mouth, mentions of unaliving eachother, not proofread, reader just wanted a cookie.

♥︎Notes: This was actually so fun to write. I always love writing arguments between my two favorite assholes and watching it burn from there. Enjoy this messy headcannon and sorry it took so long<3.♥︎

Someone call the police, ain't no one coming out of this alive.

First, we gotta start with how you rizzed up the siblings. Starting with Andrew,

I can already see that to get through Andrew's heart, you gotta be funny.

Yes I know that this brooding son of a bitch is dressed in only dark colors, but he values some humor and I feel like the way through his heart is that.

You were in class chatting with a classmate near Andrew's desk when the classmate brought up your history teacher. Uptight, strict, and a prick, you said, "If he berates me anymore for my red pen, his head will go so far up his ass he'll find his own bullshit."

Unexpectedly, both of you heard a snort. Searching for the source, you saw Andrew covering his mouth with his hand, horrified by the sound he had just made.

You smiled at him and brushed off the snort to the classmate, "I think we're hearing things."

That truly made his heart flutter.

He had started sitting closer to you after that. Whenever he got ready in the mornings for school, an extra step in his routine was to hope that you were coming too.

"Hey Andrew," you walked by Andrew's desk.

"Y -Y/N! Hi..." Andrew mentally cussed himself our for the stutter.

It was dumb...really dumb.

But it made Andrew smile and feel giddy when he walked home.

I feel like Andrew would be very tame when it came to his feelings for the reader.

He'd blush when you're around and check in with you to make sure you're okay. He'd be too embarrassed to actually ask you out, but he would definitely try to find excuses to hang around you.

Now, the only natural explanation for Ashley's involvement with you would be that she saw her brother with a dumbass grin one day and HAD to investigate.

So, how did you rizz up Ashley?

Well, it's simple, really,

She went to your house to get a clear look at you and saw you dancing through the window,

You were fun and disgustingly too kind.

("Idiot")

But somehow, that fun energy intrigued Ashley. You would smile at her randomly when she corssed the street. You had no idea who she was, and yet that smile irked Ashley (in a somehow pleasant way).

"Hey guys!" She cheerfully entered the classroom doorway, a spring in her step.

Andrew turned to look at the voice and immediately felt a muscle in his forehead twitch. "Great," he thought, "another one of Ashley's ploys so that she can harass any woman out of my life."

You, of course, were baffled at seeing this girl suddenly love up on you, but judging by Andrew's murderous smile towards her, you figured they were related somehow.

But instead of Ashley being an ass towards the reader, she began to cling to their arm.

This began a looooong sequence of events where it would go one of the following ways,

You'd go to a spot around town, invite one of the Graves siblings, and no matter how secluded, isolated, unknown, or illegal said spot was, the other Graves sibling would find and join you.

This definitely opens the possibility of more intense sibling fights.

I say intense, but it's more like,

"SAY HER NAME ONE MORE TIME ASHLEY AND I'LL FUCKING KILL YOU!"

"DO IT ANDY, DO IT, I DARE YOU. WHAT WOULD MY Y/N THINK ABOUT A MURDERER, YOU FUCKFACE!"

The fights would get so loud that the neighbors would call the police

By the time the police came to knock at the door, Ashley was pulling Andrew's hair and trying to put him in the washing machine, while Andrew was clawing at Ashley's face and trying to smack her head against said machine.

When Andrew (and for some reason) Ashley came to school, you were startled by how banged up both of them became. Still, when you asked about it, all they did was brush you off (and stomp on each other's toes when you weren't looking).

While they did loath each other for trying to steal Y/N from one another, they never doubted the protection they felt they owed to Y/N.

Some random classmate decided to hit on you and make you verryyyy uncomfy. When you recounted the tale to Andrew, he refused to leave you alone for weeks, constantly fantasizing about bashing the guys face in.

ASHLEY ON THE OTHER HAND would absolutely demolish any shithead who tried hitting on you. "They needed to be punished!" Is the last thing she said, and the last time you ever saw that classmate.

Was it risky? Yes. Did Andrew scold her for it? Yes. Did either one of them regret it? Hell no.

Overall, the entire relationship is a complete shit show. And even if you begged them to play nice, they'd still fight over you.

"Ashley, can you help me? I can't reach that cookie jar."

Ashley sprung up from her seat. "Sure thing, N/M~" But just as Ashley was going to reach for the jar, Andrew pushed her into a pile of trash bags in the kitchen and proceeded to grab the jar for you.

"Here you go, Y/N," Andrew smiled at you while you panicked on who to check in with first.

Suddenly, from the pile of trashbags came, "Andrew, you ass!"

Fight or flight kicked in, and you immediately bolted out of their kitchen. Having remembered plenty of their fights, you decided that for today, you were perfect content with just going home. That was enough Graves for today...

"ASS-KISSER!"

"BROWN-NOSER!"

Yeah, that was plenty of Graves for today.

Thank you for the ask!<3

#andrew graves #andy graves #the coffin of andy and leyley #x reader #andrew graves x reader #andy graves x reader #ashley graves #headcanons #y/n #ashley graves x reader #leyley graves x reader #leyley graves #reader insert #not proofread #readers bring me chocolate milk pls #i need it #sorry this took so long #poly? if you look at it close enough #they try to kill eachother #dem kids swear up and down #no word count #900 words or smth

[mikichko]

little bit personal but i’ve gone through lots of weight fluctuations in my life and no matter what size i am, summer is always hard for me.

which is why i cannot stop thinking about being ghost’s partner through summer.

we already know that he’s a man of few words, prefers to observe more than anything. so he really doesn’t miss the meticulous way that you plan out your outfits.

shorts have to be a certain length, shirts have to be at least long enough to hit your hips and sleeves long that are up to mid bicep. hell, he’s even seem you choose to wear pants all summer instead of even attempting shorts. too anxious over how you’ll be perceived to let yourself enjoy a nice warm breeze on your legs.

he asks you once if you’re warm, approaching the conversation the best way he knows how, only to have you laugh and tell him that the pants just hold you better. don’t need to give people a reason to comment on your appearance. he nods and you seem happy that he’s happy with your response.

but he’s not. listen, simon’s not really one to jump to defend someone’s ego from being bruised. god knows the team rags on johnny too often for him to pretend otherwise. but this? nah, this is different.

he’s all too familiar with the way bodies react and absorb the shock and trauma of war. has seen soldiers of all shapes, sizes, identities tank hits like no one’s business. there’s absolutely nothing he despises more than for the untrained, ill informed cretins offering opinions on someone else’s body. specially if it’s ever directed at you.

he’ll never say this though. at least not outloud. though, his actions do speak for themselves.

small pats on your hips as he passes by you. wrapping his arm around your lower belly instead of your waist, you try to swat at him but he just pulls you back into him. insisting that he lays on you when you’re stretched on the couch, dropping kisses on your clothed belly while his hands draw patterns on your plush thighs. if he’s feeling cheeky he’ll sink his teeth into them just to get a little squeal out of you.

even in public he doesn’t ease up. pulls you into his lap in front of your friends, knows you love it despite your protests. lounging out on a patch of grass along the walking trail, he pulls you closer to him and has one of your legs draped over his. massaging the fat there as you chatter about nonsense.

idk simon riley just really loves you and loves the body that keeps you alive and feeds your personality.

#.txt #.cod #.ghost #bro what am i on #THIS IS NOT PROOFREAD AT ALL I literally wrote it mid lunch break #im still wfh because of my fractured ankle but #its getting warmer and im getting nervous :) #the only shorts i wore last year were biker shorts #so this year we're def doimg something more #also shout out to all the fat reader truthers #you guys were the ones that got me back into fanfics #anyways #enough of that #simon riley #simon ghost riley #simon ghost x reader #simon ghost x you #simon ghost riley x reader #simon ghost riley x you #simon ghost riley x gender neutral reader #simon riley x reader #simon riley x you #simon riley x plus size reader #simon ghost riley x plus size reader #simon riley x fat reader #simon ghost riley x fat reader

[mystoriaaa]

FakeCreator!Reader

SAGAU but reader becomes the tyrant imposter who pretends to be the creator. Also has a game system in place because I'm a sucker for those lol

“How about we play a game?” 

“A game?”

“Yes. It'll be a fun, simple game. Just how you like it. It'll even involve that Genshin Impact game you're currently playing.” The person smiles, “I just need you to…”

—

You open your eyes to an unfamiliar ceiling. And suddenly every sense of yours sharpens.

You feel the mattress you're laying down on, it's too soft. You jolt upright at the thought you possibly got kidnapped, looking around the new environment.

It's…fancy. You look down at what you are wearing and… it certainly fits the place you’re in. It feels smooth, something a rich aristocrat person would wear in the past. But that's the thing, you are broke as hell and you certainly aren't that old.

So what is this? Is this some kind of new sick joke kidnappers do nowadays?

A ping from a hologram accompanied by a robotic voice reading it out appears right in front of your dumbfounded face, cutting you off your thoughts. 

[Welcome to the World of Teyvat, player!]

What?

[You are currently inhabiting the body of the so-called “Creator” of Teyvat but the body is actually a fake!] The hologram fakes a gasping sound.

What. 

[Now, you have no choice but to pretend to be the real Creator or else…] It pauses for dramatic effect to reveal horrifying news that you'll definitely not like.

[You’ll be executed! Oh no!]

“WHAT?!” You yell in shock, at the absolute absurdity of it all. Not knowing that it would alarm the people guarding outside the door.

“Your grace?! Are you okay?!” The door slams open, and that's when you know, you are fucked.

Your grace. You internally curse that title, the one commonly used for the Creator. Towards the imposter that was actually the real one or to the fake pretending to be one. Which you are supposedly the latter.

Two people entered the room, and you felt the sudden movement of the wind despite the closed room. But that's just your imagination, right? Is what you would like to believe but…

A familiar yet foreign appearance appeared. That– That shouldn't even be real. You dig your nails into your palm, hoping the pain will wake you up.

Yet you feel fully awake as Venti, a game character, goes to you. Looking all over your body for non-existent injuries while your mind breaks down, crumbling at the horrid realization. 

His brows furrowed, gently prying your hand open, “Your grace? Is something wrong?” He asked in a worried tone.

You look at him, you don't know what expression you have but Venti flinches and ask again, “What’s wrong, your grace?” 

You take away your hand that Venti was caressing, hugging yourself as you close your eyes to process what was happening. 

You’ve— you’ve just somehow isekai’d like in those shows you watch. And not just any normal isekai, but in the body of the fake Creator of those SAGAU fanfictions you read.

“Your grace, may I ask what happened?” A deep, smooth voice filled with concern but all it does is make your face pale.

Oh. You are absolutely doomed.

Warning bells ring in your head, the two’s voices blurring yet the words of the hologram echoes clearly. 

If they discover you're the imposter, you will die.

The world becomes distant as your chest tightens, everything feels real and not at the same time. You don't remember when you fainted, but all you wanted was for this to be a dream and wake up in your world again.

The last thing you see is the blue screen, with words that feel like it's mocking you.

[We hope you enjoy your experience and live to see another day!]

—

[Congratulations! You received a Memory Fragment from earning the achievement: <Trapped in another world?! The life of a Creator Imposter starts now!> Obtained from a successful transmigration.]

[Accessing Memory Fragment… Success!] 

[Memory Fragment playing now.]

“How dare you?! You dare to question me?!” Someone yells in anger. A voice so strangely familiar to you.

You try to remember whose voice it is, it almost comes to you but leaves when you come close to remembering. You know it's someone you know very well yet you can't put your finger on it. 

“P-Please, your grace… I did not mean to—” A different person’s voice, someone unfamiliar this time, begs desperately but was cut off by another angry yell.

“You dare to talk back to me?! Morax! Barbatos! What are you doing, you slow and incompetent acolytes! Bring death to this man right this instant!”

You flinch at the names spoken out, so so familiar but you just can't seem to remember. Your head hurts as you try to force yourself to recall what you forgot.

A clear, low voice void of emotions speaks, “We apologize for being late, your grace. We will do as you command.” 

A slap echoes loudly. 

Weird enough, you faintly felt the contact. As if you were the one that hit someone. But that can't be? You can't even see, let alone move…

“Useless. Useless, I say!” 

All of a sudden, your vision comes back to you slowly. Your senses are getting clearer and clearer.

Then, you feel your mouth speaking, your body moving even as you try to fight against it. You start to panic when you can't control your own body.

“It is an honor for you to be personally serving me. Yet you dare to treat me like this?” 

You try to scream, try to take back control of your body but all you do is point at someone kneeling before you.

“You seem to forget, you wretched Archon. But I am your—”

Suddenly, it comes back to you. Your mind momentarily freezes at you remembering everything. You somehow got put into the game you were playing and became someone you did not want to.

That's right, you are now the… 

“—Creator! The Creator of Teyvat! The ruler of this world! And you will respect me, worship me as I deserve.”

[Memory Fragment finished! Collect Memory Fragment to access more of the Imposter’s memories! It will surely help your survival. You can do it, player!]

—

You open your eyes. And once again, you see that unfamiliar ceiling. You close it one more time, just in case.

To your absolute dismay, it does not work.

You pinch yourself once, twice yet nothing happens, you stay in this dream-like place.

You sit upright with a headache from the imposter’s memories you received. Massaging your forehead as you try to calm down.

“Your grace?” Ugh, that cursed title. The proof of your annoying situation. “Does your head hurt? Would you like me to get you medicine?”

You look at the source of that voice and lo and behold, it's Zhongli from the hit game Genshin Impact. Sitting at the seat beside the bed.

If it was in any other situation, you would cry from joy meeting one of your characters. But now, you want to cry for a different reason.

“No. I am alright.” You say rather stiffly, you weren't sure how you should be speaking. Should you be screaming insults everywhere like the imposter you saw in the memory or something?

“I understand. I brought you lunch, would you like to eat?” Oh, the beautiful voice you love to hear whenever he was on screen. Yet it chills your spine, scared at what he might do when he finds the truth.

This would have been much, much better if this was all a dream. But noo, you stare at the hologram over Zhongli's face, this is unfortunately the reality. 

You sigh, “Give it to me.” Zhongli obliges. 

Well, at least the food is good. Even better than what you have in the previous world, you won't lie. Makes your remaining time alive better at least.

…You mentally slap yourself to stop these thoughts or else you might throw up.

After you finish eating, Zhongli takes the tray and says, “Dr. Baizhu said you fainted from feeling overwhelmed. Is there something troubling you?” 

You would feel bad at his worried tone if not for the fact you want to run away at the moment.

“It was nothing, you do not need to worry about it. I will be fine after resting.” You say with a fake calmness you did not feel, and hope it sounds like the real owner of this body despite the lack of yelling.

But then his eyes glint, piercing at you, looking like he just found the answer to his questions. And all you can think is that you already failed.

Standing from his seat, “I will be leaving then. Rest well, your grace.” Bringing the tray with him, the sound of the door closing made you slumped to the bed. 

That was so stressful…! Silently groaning to yourself, and looking at the annoying blue hologram box in front of you.

“You! Bring me back home right this instant!” You tried not to yell loudly, fearing that someone might hear you and come in. 

[Sorry to disappoint, player! But I cannot do that!]

“And why not?!” 

[Your original body has died, no medium can be used for you to access the previous world. Would you still like to proceed?]

A yes or no appears, and you ask in distraught. “I’m– I’m dead..?” 

[Yes. Returning would permanently make you disappear. Would you like to proceed?] The monotone voice irritates you to no end, it felt like it was mocking you.

“I— Why?” Your voice comes out quivering. You don't know what you are trying to ask, you just wanted answers.

[Please calm down, player! At the end of the day, this is all just a game.]

A game. 

A game. 

JUST A FUCKING GAME?!

You throw the nearest thing near you, the pillows passing through the holographic screen. “You brought me to this world and you say it is just a game?!”

Being quiet be damned. Fearing someone entering be double damned. You have to somehow make this screen pay for what they said.

You didn't want to be in this situation! This place where powerful people from fiction can hurt you in the most painful way possible before killing you. Even if you died and couldn't go back, you still wanted to return home because it's better than being here.

But this annoying blue box telling you it is just a game felt like it was trampling over all the fear and desperation you had. 

When you run out of pillows, you go for the glass of water at your bedside table and throw it. It shatters and the water gets everywhere on the floor. With nothing else to throw, you attempt to throw the big fluffy blankets too—

Venti enters the room and sees you trying to lift a clumsily folded blanket but it keeps falling off. You complain the third time it falls off again, “This stupid blanket!” 

Venti gets near you, holding you as you shake him off. “Your grace, what is the matter?” You keep thrashing around until you accidentally hit him. 

All of a sudden, your anxiety spikes and anger gone. You almost forgot that this is someone who could kill you, and you just hit him. You immediately try to apologize, “S-Sorry—” 

But you stop at Venti’s look of confusion and disbelief. What? Why is he... You rack your brain at the expression until you realize. 

The one you're right now is the imposter who's pretending to be the creator. The one who acted like a tyrant in that memory you received. You panic, you're already acting so out of character already.

You try to think of a way to fix it so they won't get suspicious until Venti brings your hand to his cheeks, smiling almost crazily, “It’s okay, your grace. This body is your creation, you have the right to do anything to me as you wish.” He lets go of your hand, but he waits. As if encouraging you to hit him.

Chills went down your spine, you remember how insane the behavior the playable characters have towards the Creator. It was all for fun when you read them, because it was fiction. But actually experiencing it yourself now scares you. 

Especially when you're just an imposter.

Swallowing the lump from your throat, you summon all the little courage you have left and say, “...Leave, Barbatos. I wish to be alone right now.” 

He looks at you, the same way Zhongli was looking earlier and you clench your clothes, trying to stop yourself from trembling.

“...Of course, your grace.” It feels like forever until he finally shuts the door, leaving you alone to yourself. But you are also left with a sense of foreboding.

You lay down on the messy bed, closing yourself off from the world. Comforting yourself that everything will be fine.

But a ping from that grating system comes, along with it emotionlessly reading a new notification that makes you fear for your life even more.

—

Venti closed the door behind him. He looked at the other archon standing guard at the door of the Creator’s room.

“Barbatos.”

“Morax.”

Silence echoed until the Geo Archon spoke.

“Did you notice it, bard?”

“Ehe~ Of course I did, why wouldn't a super devoted acolyte like me notice?”

The Anemo Archon replied lightheartedly, but his gaze intense as he stared at the taller god.

“Indeed. It would be quite shameful if us two, the last remaining of the original Seven, did not realize this.” 

The bard chuckled, “You’re right!” with a smile that doesn't reach his eyes. “Wanna say it at the same time then? 3…”

The Geo Archon sighed tiredly yet complied nonetheless. 

At the end of the count, the two’s expressions turned serious. 

And spoke of the truth that could change everything.

“The Creator has changed.”

—

[Warning! Warning! The playable characters are starting to suspect you!]

#sagau #genshin impact sagau #genshin sagau #sagau zhongli #sagau venti #am i tagging this right #first time posting #not proofread btw #either a oneshot or prologue depending on my inconsistent motivation #genshin cult au #yandere genshin x reader #yandere sagau #sagau brainrot #is that enough tag ?? AHHHHH

[dandylovesturtles]

Hello, I'm back again with another fic. This one is set right after the Hidden City episodes.

I got inspired by this pic of Leo, because I thought it was funny that they included the little hairs sticking out even while he's in the jail cell:

-----

Splinter's light is on. Which is odd, because he's certain he didn't leave it that way.

He'd fallen asleep in front of the big projector, and woke up to the sound of his sons playing one of those racing games they love. He'd told them not to stay up too late (something he was sure would be ignored) and then made his way back to the atrium to fall asleep in his room in front of his tube TV.

But light spilling out from under the door. When he gets closer, he can hear the sound of someone rummaging around inside.

Immediately, the worst case scenarios flood his head. One of their enemies has found them and is just inside, plotting some kind of attack against his life, or the lives of his children. They are just feet away, their shouts echoing down the corridor and into the atrium. Should he run and warn them? Or should he fight off the intruder?

In the end, he decides to go forward rather than back, creeping closer to the door. Silently he slides it open, just enough that he can look inside.

And there... is Blue, rummaging with intent through his nightstand drawer.

(Now that he thinks about it, there had been only three turtles in the TV room when he left. He'd just assumed Blue was in the bathroom, or getting a snack.)

He opens the door the rest of the way with much more sound, causing his son to jump a solid two feet in the air. "Blue! What are you doing?"

"GAH!" Blue whirls around, his hand held tight against his chest. "Holy crap, Dad! You gave me a heart attack!"

"Ninja should be more aware of their surroundings! Were you even watching the door?"

"I didn't think I would have to in my own house!"

"Well, let that be a lesson to you." Splinter folds his arms. "What are you looking for?"

Blue lowers his hands and shuffles back a step, grinning. "Looking for something? Whaaat makes you think I was looking for something?"

Splinter looks at the drawer Blue had been digging in when he arrived, its contents a mess. Blue glances at it as well, then back at Splinter.

"It was like that when I got here."

Splinter is not impressed. "Mm-hm."

"Heh, well... okay, I was looking for something, but I don't see it so I guess you don't have it." Blue eyes the atrium beyond Splinter, clearly trying to figure out how to slip past him. "Sooo I'll just be going now, haha!"

He tries to make his escape, but Splinter is quicker - he leaps up in the air, suspending himself in the doorframe, so that he is eye level with Blue just as he approaches.

"Blue. Tell me what you were looking for."

"Nothing important, seriously-"

"Leonardo-"

"A razor," he says quickly. "I was looking for a razor."

That... was not an answer he would have expected. Splinter can't keep the bafflement off his face. "A razor?"

"To shave with," Leo elaborates.

Splinter can't help but laugh at that, squinting at his son's smooth and hairless face. "Don't you feel like that is some wishful thinking, Blue?"

"Ugh!" Blue scowls at that, folding his arms. "I'm serious! Here, look at my head."

He bends his neck, and Splinter now sees what he's talking about: blonde hairs, scraggly and uneven, that dot his sons scalp in no discernable pattern. Splinter hadn't noticed it earlier, but his eyesight isn't what it used to be.

"What- where did those come from!?"

Blue straightens his head back up, looking both irritated and embarrassed. He doesn't seem eager to answer, but now that Splinter is thinking about it, this feels familiar...

Right! Yesterday, in the Hidden City! He'd gone to find Blue to borrow his odachi, and when he'd gotten there, Blue had a full head of blonde hair...

Ah.

Splinter lets himself drop to the ground. "Your hair yesterday... it was not a wig?"

Blue chews his lip for a moment before finally admitting, "It was some kind of... living hair yokai."

"Oh no... you let one of those on your head!? They are very dangerous! They sap your energy for themselves and take control of your sleeping body!"

"Yeah, that would have been great information to have a day ago." Blue rubs the top of his head self-consciously, then scowls. "Some of the hair stuck around, and... It just looks stupid, and it's kinda itchy, so..."

"Ah. Well, if I remember correctly, it will fall out on its own in a few days."

"Oh." Blue hesitates, then starts out the door again. "Okay. Well, uh... I'll get out of your hair, then."

He grins awkwardly as he slides past, and Splinter realizes just in time that he has not handled this correctly.

"Blue, wait," he says, and his son freezes just outside, glancing back over his shoulder. Splinter leaves him standing there, and goes to his dresser, pulling a thin black box out of one of the top drawers. There's an old shaving kit inside, complete with a razor that is still sharp. Splinter's not sure why he's kept it around, since he doesn't shave since becoming a rat (unless he's sick with the Rat Flu, of course, but for that he uses the electric trimmer), but he supposes it will come in handy tonight.

He walks back to Blue, holding the razor above his head. "Aha! Here we go."

"Oh! Thanks, daddio," Blue says with a grin, reaching out to take it - but Splinter does not hand it to him.

"Absolutely not. If you try to shave your own head you'll just carve yourself like a turkey." He lowers the razor and steps past Blue, into the atrium. "Grab a stool and meet me in the bathroom. I'll do it for you."

He doesn't hear Blue's footsteps moving. "Seriously? Come on, I can do it myself."

"No complaints!" He beckons Blue on with his tail. "Come on! I know exactly what I'm doing!"

"...Ough boy," Blue mutters, but he moves to do as Splinter's told him, and that's enough.

-----

They reconvene in the bathroom, as he instructed. He has Leo sit on the stool in front of the sink - it just works out that he can lean his neck against the basin, while Splinter perches in the sink itself for a good view.

"Now, I think we might have... Aha, here we go!"

He pulls shaving cream out of the medicine cabinet; again, he's not sure why they have this, since none of them shave, but he wouldn't be surprised if the boys use it to pull pranks on each other. Besides, it just feels like a normal thing to have in a home full of men, even if they don't strictly need it.

He squirts some into his hand, then layers it across Blue's scalp. Blue giggles like he's ticklish, and Splinter shooshes him, even though he can't keep a little grin off his face at that.

Then he carefully starts to shave across Blue's scalp, starting in the middle and working his way out. The hairs are pretty sparse, but some of them are too fine for him to see, so it's better to just do the whole scalp and be sure to catch them all.

"Why is it that you let the yokai on your head in the first place?" he asks a few strokes in. He's curious about it, after all.

"I didn't let it," Leo argues. "I got tricked. The guy who gave it to me told me it was just a potion to grow hair."

"Aaaah... And it was a scam. I'm guessing that's how you came to be in jail when we got there?"

"Yeah."

"Well, that's alright." Splinter pats his shoulder. "Live and learn!"

Though, that didn't answer the question Splinter had actually been getting at. Blue says nothing else, so he tries again.

"But... why did you want to grow hair?" When Blue doesn't answer right away, he adds, "Do you wish you had hair?"

"No," says Blue. "...Yes. ...Maybe?"

Splinter has to bite back a chuckle. "I see."

Blue sighs, wringing his hands in his lap. "I mean, I guess I never really thought about it too much? It's fun to wear wigs sometimes, but I never really cared about being bald, before..."

He trails off. "Before?" Splinter prompts.

Blue is chewing on his lip again. "Have you ever heard of Hirsute? The fancy beach club?"

"Oh, of course!" Splinter grins at the recognizable name. Now that he remembers, wasn't that where he'd found Blue? "They have veeery strict requirements for membership, but of course I was always allowed in because Lou Jitsu had such perfect-"

He cuts himself off, looking down at Blue, the peeks of his bald scalp through the shaving cream. Finally, he has all the pieces.

"...They wouldn't let you in, would they?" he asks, hands stilling in their task.

Blue chuckles dryly. "Even better. I got in but they threw me out."

"...Hmph." Splinter gives his foot a stomp against the porcelain. "Well, who needs their resort, anyway? Honestly, their drinks were overpriced and their steaks were always too dry."

"I already saw how nice it was, Dad, but thanks for trying to help."

"Mm, well, we will find an even nicer one! One that does not discriminate."

"Yeah, sure," says Blue, but he sounds downcast. And really, Splinter doesn't know what to tell him. He doesn't know how they would find this mythical tolerant beach club.

"You've... always told us to be careful, with humans," says Blue after a few moments of silence. His eyes are locked on the ceiling, hands still held tight in his lap. "About not letting them see us, and all that."

"...Yes," says Splinter sadly. He wishes it wasn't so, but it was for their safety. "I was worried... about how they would treat you boys."

"I know," says Blue. "And I get it. I know not everyone is April."

"Unfortunately not," Splinter agrees.

"But even most of the humans who've actually met us... They were cool with it, or at least, if they hate us, it's for non-turtle reasons. So it was like, I knew that there were humans who would be scared, or who might even try to hurt us, but they were always... You know." Blue waves his hand in the air. "Like... a concept, or whatever."

"Hmmm... Abstract?" Splinter suggests, and Blue snaps his fingers.

"Yeah! Abstract. I didn't have a face or a voice, just a vague idea that someone could be a jerk to me. And..." He lowers his hand and rubs it up and down his arm. "I thought since I knew that, I wouldn't be surprised when it finally happened? But... then an actual person was looking at me, a real person, and telling me that I wasn't good enough. Telling me that I wasn't allowed in just because of something I can't even help, just... the way my head is, and... and I don't know. It was just way worse than I thought it was going to be."

Splinter's hands still again, his heart clenching in his chest. Oh, his son. His sweet Baby Blue...

"And," Blue continues quickly, "I know it's dumb, it's just a snooty beach club, and it's just hair, and I just need to get over it-"

"Blue," Splinter cuts him off urgently. He nudges his shoulders, trying to get the boy to sit up. "Leo. Please look at me."

Blue sits up, slowly turning on the stool to face the sink. His eyes are suspiciously red-rimmed, and Splinter feels a rush of emotions so strong they nearly sweep him off his feet. Hurt, for his son who was made to feel bad over something so trivial, and fury, for the people who caused the injury.

He reaches out and cups his son's face, rubbing the pad of his thumb over his cheeks. His sons are more muscular than other children their age, but Blue still has baby fat on his cheeks. Splinter resists the urge to squish them.

"I wish they could all see what I see," he says softly. "A young man who is so handsome, strong, and clever."

Blue's lip trembles slightly. "But they won't."

"Some will," he promises. "Not everyone is April... but she is not the only one, either."

"Just wish I knew who was an April and who wasn't," Blue says. "Before I get kicked out on my butt."

"Mm. It is hard. Some people make it obvious, and so many more do not." Splinter sighs. "When I came to America, I was already a celebrity. And still, there were many who did not accept me, or who did not think they needed to listen to me, or who were cruel. And it was the same, when I was taken to the Hidden City."

Blue gives him a sad, crooked smile. "You felt like an outsider, too, huh?"

"Very much, yes. Human and yokai... there are prejudices everywhere."

"So how do you deal with it?"

"Mm... there is no easy answer." Splinter guides Blue to turn around and lean against the sink again, before rest of the shaving cream drips. "I wish I could tell you that this is the worst you will ever face, but I can't promise you that. But I do not wish for you boys to hide from the world forever, either. Even if it is only among the yokai... I want what all parents want for their children."

"For them to have grandchildren?" Blue asks.

"Yes!" Splinter chuckles. "Cute babies to play with and then give back." He finishes shaving the last of Blue's head, then grabs a wash cloth to wipe him clean. "But no. I meant that, for all the people who may be cruel to you... I want there to be many more who are kind. And who love you as I do."

Blue's voice is soft as he mutters, "Oh."

"And I also want you to remember," Splinter leans forward, and kisses Blue on his forehead "that you are accepted here no matter what." He snorts. "Even if you want to make that hairstyle permanent."

"Oh, come on!" Blue huffs and gets up from the stool, his deeper green blush visible even though he is trying to look annoyed. "It wasn't that bad!"

"I'm just saying, I think you can do better!"

"What do you know, old man?" Blue scowls, but it's playful.

"Old man!? Hmph, the disrespect..." He folds his arms, then nods at the door. "We're done, so I'm going to bed. Your brothers are having some kind of go-karting tournament in the TV room."

"Oh shoot, I'm missing it!" Blue turns to run out, then skids to a stop and spins on his heel, running back and scooping Splinter out of the sink and into a hug.

"Thanks, Dad," he says, and Splinter can't help but chuckle, giving his shell a pat.

"Of course, Blue."

Blue sets him down, then turns and runs off again. Splinter can hear him yell, "Dibs on next race!" from down the corridor.

Splinter rinses the razor clean, then puts it back in his box. He considers taking it back to his room, but in the end he changes his mind, slotting it into the medicine cabinet.

Who knows? Maybe someone will need it again, one day.

#rottmnt #rise leo #rise splinter #dandy fanfiction #I feel like you can feel the moment when I lost my mojo haha #OH WELL #I hope I conveyed what I was getting at well enough #this has minimal proofreading I'm sorry #hope you enjoyed!

[throneofsapphics]

hi, i was wondering if you could do something with an idea that i’ve had for a while ?

it would be a feysand x reader

imagine: you’re apart of the friend group between nesta, gwen, and emerie. you’re all reading a darker romance book then you usually do, one day rhys or feyre catches you reading it or finds the book, either way they take the book and starts to read it/shows the book to other. later on that day feysand confronts you, starts to tease you about the book, maybe even asks to recreate your favorite scenes. you get a little embarrassed bc of it being a darker romance book, but mostly bc feysand found it & read it.

i hope that makes sense, i was hoping for somewhat angst if you could fit it in and definitely smut

i’ve had this stuck in my head for days and i just needed you to hear it 😂😭

i am absolutely OBSESSED with your writing, i can’t get enough of it 🫶🏻

a good book can do wonders 

Feysand x f!Reader

Summary: Rhys and Feyre steal one of your books. 

Warnings: nsfw, smut, cnc, bondage, not proofread, minors dni!!

Word Count: ~1.4k 

A/N: I loved this idea so much, thank you! It deviated a bit

They’d scented your arousal, undoubtedly, as you sat curled in your favorite armchair. …

“Who recommended this?” Rhys asked, flipping through the pages. 

You tugged your knees up to your chest, wrapping your arms around them. “Guess.” You muttered, carefully watching his reactions as he skimmed through it, Feyre leaning over his shoulder.

“Please tell me it wasn’t my sister.” Feyre groaned, but you saw how her eyes gleamed. 

“It’s not,” you managed to huff out a laugh. 

“Definitely Emerie.” Feyre shot you a sly smile. You didn’t confirm or deny. It was her, but you didn’t need to spill her secrets like that. Your non-answer probably told them everything they needed to know. Too late, you realized you could’ve just said it was your own book. 

“And what if it was mine?” 

“I’d be surprised.” Feyre admitted with a shrug. “But it’s not.” She continued flipping through the pages, pausing on one as her eyes widened. You knew exactly what part she’d gotten to, and groaned. You decided it was time for you to leave. Now. Before they said or did anything else that would embarrass you. Rhys shot you a look as you left, as if he was saying this isn’t over yet, and you ignored him, leaving both him and Feyre to keep reading over that damn book. You’d figure out how to get it back later. 

You avoided them for the rest of the day, being extra-cautious to stay out of their way. You weren’t too embarrassed, but it felt like a violation for them to come up and grab it from you. Your biggest secret fantasies, all exposed because they couldn’t mind their own damn business. Hours later, you were still stewing as the time approached for bed, and wondered if it made you a bit immature to avoid them over this. “There’s nothing to be embarrassed about,” you muttered under your breath as you approached the door, pushing it open. Thankfully, the room was still empty and you slipped into the bathroom. Maybe you could be asleep before they returned. 

Sleep didn’t come easy, or come at all, you tossed and turned, tucking your arm under the pillow with a groan. 

“Already trying to sleep?” you heard Feyre from the door, “I might think you’re avoiding us.” 

You let out another grumble, but didn’t move, cursing how they always seem to know. 

“Of course we do,” Rhys’s smooth voice slipped into your mind, and you shoved him back out - slamming the mental walls right up and ignoring his chuckle as a claw stroked down them. 

“If you like it, you don’t have to be ashamed,” Feyre sat next to you, pushing you aside slightly to give herself more room. She moved your arm, exposing your face. You blinked and readjusting to the light, ignoring how her soft hands stroked up and down your bare arm. “So do we,” she glanced at Rhys with a small smirk. He was leaning back against the dresser, watching your every reaction carefully. He gave a small nod to signal his agreement.

“There are some scenes I wouldn’t mind giving a shot,” he purred. 

You let out a slow breath, trying to regain your composure as heat shot right to your core.  “It’s not,” you sighed, “not necessarily that. It’s that you took it from me.” 

His hands braced the dresser as he pushed off it, stalking towards you. He stopped, standing right by your head. One finger traced your jawline, brushing over your bottom lip. His eyes gleamed as your heart sped up, your pulse fluttering and eyes closing at his touch. “I’d say I’m sorry … but it’s opened up a whole realm of possibilities.” 

“Rhys,” Feyre said in a warning tone. Your eyes opened as he shot her a look, as if to say you feel the same. 

“Do you trust us?” He asked you, straightening. 

“Yes,” you breathed, and had an idea of what was headed your way next. 

“And you know how to give your word, if you can’t speak?” 

Gods, you felt like your heart might beat right out of your chest as you gave a small nod. The corners of his mouth twitched up. He tugged you out of the bed, and you stood on shaky legs, your nightgown falling down to the middle of your thighs. He reached out one hand for Feyre, grasping yours in the other, and winnowed. 

You fought hard to keep your balance as you landed … in the Palace above Hewn City. A shiver ran down your spine, the breeze seeming to swirl around the room. You’d only been here once before. 

“Run.” 

You didn’t hesitate and sprinted out, weaving up the stairs and throwing yourself around corners. You had absolutely no idea where you were and quickly found yourself lost. Still, you didn’t quit moving. 

“Lost, darling?” 

You ignored him, but left your walls down still. 

“She has to be, poor thing.” Feyre answered him. 

You could sense their presence nearby, they had to be close. Your breathing grew ragged, and a tiny bit of fear slipped in along with the anticipation. It made it all the more exciting. 

One arm wrapped around your throat, tugging you back into a hard chest as you yelped. 

“Found you,” Rhys’s teeth grazed your neck as you struggled, trying to throw him off. As expected, it didn’t work - not one bit. 

Instead, you found yourself on a balcony seconds later. All of the winnowing was throwing you off, making you lose sense of direction. 

Your hips hinged, pressing against the rail of the balcony as he pressed you over it. His feet kicked your ankles wide, and his firm grip was the only thing keeping you from tumbling off. Feyre’s hand slid down your calf, laughing and gripping your ankle firmly as she gripped it. 

“Please,” you begged, “please stop.” 

Instead, silky ropes appeared, binding one of your ankles to the railing. She moved quickly to secure the other, ignoring your attempts to kick her away. 

Rhys’s hand landed firmly on your ass. “That wasn’t very nice,” he tutted, and another blow rained down on you. You yelped and wiggled underneath him, but you could move. Not as he yanked your right arm over your back, tying it off somewhere, before yanking the left across it, securing that one as well. You were left completely immobile and exposed - at their mercy. Thank the Mother it’s summer time, still, the chill made your nipples harden painfully. 

Your nightgown was bunched up around your hips, as he ran one hand up the outside of your thighs, firmly squeezing your ass before slapping it again. You yelped at the impact, your hips digging into the rail. 

“Please,” you begged again, but this time you were sure what you were begging for. 

“Please, what?” Feyre asked, a cruel hint to her tone, just as two of Rhys’s fingers slammed into you. A mixture between a scream and moan left your lips as he crooked them forward to hit that spot. 

“Little slut can’t even talk.” You looked over your shoulder as Rhys’s fingers pulled out, in time to see him offering them to her. 

“St-stop,” you managed to babble, and she shoved him away, gripping the back of your hair and making your neck arch painfully. 

“Really?” Her hand laid a slap down, right to your wet and aching pussy, and another whimper left your lips. “This doesn’t feel like you want us to stop.” 

Her laugh was cruel as she released your hair, crouching down and digging her teeth into your ass, harsh enough she left a bite on your ass. 

They had studied the book apparently, and were playing out the scene almost identically to how you remember it. “Anything for you,” Rhys’s voice slid into your mind as Feyre’s tongue licked one long strip through your folds. You tried to wiggle away as she slid over your puckered hole, but she held you in place, nails digging into your ass as a warning. 

For what could have been hours, Rhys and Feyre took full advantage of your position - completely bound and vulnerable to their whims. Your hips would have bruises the next day from him pounding into you, you were overstimulated and more sore than you had been in the past, but satisfaction ran through you too - completely sated and content. 

You sighed in relief as they undid the binds, your nightgown had been torn off completely at some point, but Rhys somehow pulled a robe out of thin air and wrapped it around you, tying it gently. Feyre gathered you in her arms, holding you tightly and winnowing you back to the River Estate.

#acotar imagine #acotar fic #acotar smut #feysand x reader #feysand x y/n #poly!feysand #poly!feysand x reader #poly!feysand x y/n #my attention span was not long enough to proofread #feyre archeron x y/n #feyre archeron x reader #rhysand x y/n #rhysand x reader #rhys x y/n #rhys x reader

[and-corn]

so I somehow managed to draw a typo while looking directly at the keyboard because I’m just that Talented™️

gold stars to all my observant folks. I will not be fixing it sorry

#we're going for vibes here people. not accuracy #but i appreciate that you spent long enough looking at this to even notice #this is why i need people to proofread my art

[headphonegrl]

“Here you go.” It’s late in the morning on a Sunday, and the sun is pouring through the window, casting honey-coloured light all over the living room. Jude’s half-asleep with his cheek squished against the cushion his mum bought him for a housewarming present, and the sudden sound of your voice startles him into full consciousness; all he’s heard for the last hour is the lull of characters speaking on the show he’s watching and that cheesy laugh track played on all nineties sitcoms alike. 

“What?” His words are half verbal and half a content hum through his nose. One of his eyes is closed and the other is squinting, trying to make out where you’re sitting in front of his coffee table with your legs tucked under yourself.  

“Put your arm out.” You shuffle towards him, your fuzzy socks gliding against the wooden floor. Months have passed of you trying to convince him to buy a rug, but still the space remains bare and shiny due to his indecisiveness. 

Jude pokes his arm out from between the blankets he’s had bunched up by his chin. Despite the sky outside being a stretch of clear baby blue, he’s dramatically complained all morning about his risk of getting hypothermia. There’s a mug of tea on the floor next to the foot of the sofa which you had made him earlier, and it sits there lukewarm because he’s afraid that once he moves all the heat will escape in one go. “It’s cold.”

“Here.” You stretch a bracelet over the back of his hand and onto his wrist; tiny blue and green beads placed perfectly in patterns of three, with a little yellow heart that you fiddle with so it sits flat against his skin. Goosebumps appear on his forearm and you try and rub them away with your palms, which are still warm from the little hot water bottle you’ve had sitting in your lap, the one Jude’s grandma had bought you for Christmas.

“You made it?” His voice is still hoarse from rest and he tries to clear his throat with a little cough, and then another when that one fails. Part of him is mad at himself now, he’s had his eyes shut all this time and missed the image of you adorably poking your tongue out in concentration. 

“It’s stupid.” You scrunch your nose up, murmuring something about how you made some over cocktails with your friends one night and bought a kit for yourself because you thought it was fun. A little patch of golden light is illuminating one side of your face and if his phone wasn’t sitting in the other room on his bedside table, Jude would be a very annoying boyfriend and insist on taking a photo. 

“No way.” The idea of you being paired with the word ‘stupid’ seems completely morally wrong, like two things that shouldn't exist in the same universe. It’s a firm belief of his that you should only be associated with all things sweet and kind, like old fifties love songs with trumpets in the back or those little flowers that appear at the beginning of spring after an awful winter.

“You don’t have to wear it.” You twiddle the beads around on the stretchy elastic, before moving your fingertips to trace the lines on his palms; the same thing you do when you’re sitting next to each other at dinner or on the train. “You can take it off later.”

“I’m not taking it off!” Jude snatches his hand away from where you’ve been holding it, and you let out a wheeze of laughter that sends a fuzzy rush of love to his heart. A feeling that he wishes he could catch mid-air and bottle up for when he’s far away and misses you so much that his chest aches like he’s pulled a muscle. 

“Okay.” You smile down at where you’re picking at a loose thread on the blanket, curling it around your finger over and over again. “If you’re sure.”

“Are you kidding?” To him, you must be. It’s already been decided: He’ll wear it to sleep and in the shower. He’ll tuck it under his sleeve so he doesn’t have to take it off during training. It’ll hang on his hook in the changing rooms during a big game like a little good luck charm. If it slides above his wrist, he’ll search frantically under the hem of his sleeves in fear he’s lost it. He’ll wear it even when all the colour rubs off the beads and they’re left white. He’ll keep it until it inevitably snaps and you have to make a new one, exactly the same. “It’s my most prized possession.”

#me writing and listening to glue song over and over [REAL] #i never know if ive proofread something enough I'm so sorry #expect mistakes idk #jude bellingham one shot #jude bellingham x you #jude bellingham fluff #jude bellingham x reader #jude bellingham fanfic #jude bellingham headcanons #jude bellingham x y/n #jude bellingham blurb #jude bellingham fic #footballer fluff #my writing #footballer blurb #footballer one shot #footballer x reader #footballer x you #foorballer imagines #jude bellingham imagine #jude bellingahm imagines #footballer x y/n

[updownlately]

3 - when she could have anyone else?

series masterlist

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Getting a call midst your mid-day nap was not on your list of ideal ways to spend a Sunday. 

Calming down the part of you that suggested taking the small buzzing device and chucking it out the window, you groggily reached for the offending item, not bothering to look at the caller ID before picking up.

Mind realizing it could be important, you managed to huff out a somewhat polite ‘hello’, doing your best to stay conscious regardless of the comfort of the soft sheets and warm sunlight surrounding you. 

“Can you please explain how Less has no idea how she likes her coffee?” 

The blaring voice of Ella rang through your speaker, you wincing at the loudness and pulling the phone away from your ear. 

Audibly groaning, you wanted to cry. 

Of course, of all the things you could be woken up for on a cherished day off, it’d have to be this.

Wanting to get the conversation over with as quickly as possible, you brought the phone back to your face, eyes closing as your head snuggled into your pillow.

“Is this really why you called?” 

Apparently your response was not the one Ella was looking for, the blonde’s voice getting louder.

“HOW? How does Less not know her own coffee order? Explain, because this is absurd!”

“Ella…” This was not a conversation you would’ve liked to get into, wanting more than anything to go back to bed, to your dreamland, where there was no phones, no talks of coffee, and no Ella Toone.

“Listen Tooney, I have no idea. I think that question would be best answered by Alessia herself y’know? The person you’re currently hanging out with, as we speak, as of right now? The one you took from me on our one day off?” 

Your frustration seeping through slightly, you willed yourself to calm down. Taking a breath in, you focussed on listening to the other girl’s response.

“She won’t tell me! She says it’s a secret between you and her and I can only know if you tell me!” 

Shaking your head into your pillow, you muffled a soft scream before pulling away.

“Tooney, I want you to think back to all the times we’ve all gone out for coffee together...”

Giving her a second to recall the memories, you continued. 

“Now, from all those times, how many times has Alessia ordered for herself?”

There was a pregnant pause on the other end of the line, it all finally sinking in for the midfielder.

“…you always order for her!” The revelation caused Ella’s voice to get louder and louder till she was practically yelling once again.

Sighing, you took a breath to calm yourself down. 

“Yes. Good job. Great observation. Now, hopefully that answers your question because regardless, I’m going back to sleep. Goodnight Ella.” You didn’t bother waiting for a response, instead hanging up abruptly.

Gently chucking your phone to the other side of the bed, you pulled on your covers, getting comfortable once again.

Eyes closing, you left whatever little sleepiness you had consume you, sinking into the soft sheets.

Finally.

Or so you thought. 

It was just as sleep was coming to you again, your eyes closing heavily, that the phone rang once more. 

Cursing, you swatted your hand across the bed, eyes still closed. Finding it, you promptly turned off the ringer, the resounding noise disappearing.

Exhaling contentedly, you got comfortable once more, duvet tucked underneath your chin, Alessia's old hoodie the perfect cross between thick and thin for the slight chill in the air.

You were just about to fall asleep again, finding sleep coming to you in the tiniest hints, only to find yourself rudely interrupted by the default ringtone for what seemed like the hundredth time.

Audibly cursing, you grabbed your phone aggressively this time, swiping blindly at your screen until you could hear voices on the other end.

“Ella this better be good or I swear to God I’ll somehow accidentally end up tackling you with my studs up!” 

“Now that’s not very nice of you, is it love?” That wasn’t Ella’s shrill voice…

“…Less?” You winced, your voice coming out a little quieter now. You did not want her to think you threatened Ella every time she called you, even though your girlfriend was probably well aware at how trying it could be to sometimes talk to the brunette.

“Hi baby.” You could hear the smile in her voice and you let out an audible sigh of relief.

You could hear Alessia chuckle. “You’re that excited that it isn’t Ella?” 

“You don’t understand…I was in the middle of the world’s best nap, and out of nowhere she’s grilling me on your coffee choices! Me! When you’re there next to her!” You whined, making your voice heard.

“In her defence, I told her to call you…”

“Less, whyyyyyy…”

Hearing her melodic laugh at your complaining, you smiled. 

“Anyways, I called you because I do need to order and I have no idea what to get.”

Rolling your eyes because of course, you grinned, running through your usual list of questions as you always did, before suggesting a drink to the blonde.

‘Hot/cold, sweet/a bit salty, spicy/sugary’  the basic low-down really.

Once. you had come up with a good drink for the blonde, you recited it to her, having her say it back to you once to confirm she had it correct. 

You still couldn’t believe Alessia didn’t know what she liked and you told her as much, your shock carrying over the phone. 

“It’s more fun when you do it for me,” the cheeky response the only explanation that you got. “Plus, it’s too hard to remember so many options when I could just ask my personal coffee connoisseur.” 

Shaking your head in amusement, you hummed in response, glad that this was becoming a little tradition of yours. 

“Anyways, I’ll let you sleep now. Have a good a nap, yeah?”

“Will do, just please ask Tooney to not call me,” you begged. 

“I can do that…thank you and sorry for waking you! I’ll see you when I get home! I love you!”

Returning the sentiment, you gently put your phone on your nightstand, not even mad that sleep was evading you for the next couple minutes. 

Smiling as you wandered off to dreamland again, you knew you were too far gone for the blonde, unable to fathom the thought of somebody else as your partner, indecisiveness and unwillingness to learn her coffee never a bother when it came to Alessia.

Really, at the end of every day, no matter what, you couldn't imagine yourself with anyone else but Alessia. In fact, you didn't want anybody else, the blonde your favourite person, the best part of you.

#not happy with it tbh but i can't re-do this anymore times- i think the 3rd re-do is enough #to the 2 that sent in the prompt for this- i hope i did it justice! #not proofread as usual #alessia russo x reader #alessia russo imagine #alessia russo #woso fanfics #woso imagine #woso one shot #woso community #woso #fluff #my writing #part 3 of a 15 part series :) #bpom #blurb

[nguyenfinity]

Switch is back after their Valentine's event for White Day to bring you Magic for your special someone(s)! Show your friends and fans a little appreciation in return, whether you're sailing for a Romancing Cruise or just for lifting their spirits A little bit UP!!

art-only below the cut!

#enstars #ensemble stars #switch #enstars switch #natsume sakasaki #sora harukawa #tsumugi aoba #enseason #it is 5 am #i have been rendering. since like. 6 PM give or take #with breaks and snacks yeah #shoutout to bean for proofreading my caption #it's so silly i'm so proud of it #it's so interesting drawing units i don't normally draw #throttling mugi for his mop head tho. natsume's right. he's fluffy but at what cost. #anyways this one's for you switchPs o7 (shoutout neppy) #ngl one of the subtitles was gonna be 'that guy sure can break dance' but the lyric was cuter and evened out the spacing more #also the n in the masthead survives yey #fun facts uhhhhhh #looked up their favorite foods on the wiki to make accurate drinks for them #natsume's is a mango fruit tea (didn't make it translucent tho whoops) with strawberry popping boba since he likes 2 flavored foods #sora's is a green apple blend with crystal boba #and mugi has brown sugar milk tea with boba 'cause he likes warm and sweet things (he is a basic guy and that is fair) #see i did my homework (watch as i didn't do enough hw and like one of them hates boba or something sgdkfhjsgjdfhkj) #i have more design notes but i can put those in the outfit post hjgfgjhdfgjhg #macarons are given to someone special/a valued friend for white day :]

[forlorn-crows]

All this talk of soft ghouls got me thinking some unwise thoughts...

Can we, the clamoring public, see some Sunny softness? One of her ghouls (gn) showing her how loved she is once everyone gets back from tour? Taking some time to spoil her and just feel some pleasure with her? Please can we see that from your skilled and talented brain?

hi mallll you know i love my sunny girl

whats better than one multi ghoul? two multi ghouls. swiss spending time with his multi girl to get you all warm and fuzzy wink wink

a little bit of slice of life, a little bit of porn. mostly banter, some makin' out and some frotting action.

transfemme sunshine, with cock/dick/balls to refer to her anatomy.

“There she is, little miss Sunshine,” Swiss beams, pulling her into a strong, warm hug. “Missed you, multi girl.”

Sunny giggles, bouncing on her heels and squeezing him tight. “Missed you so much, Swissy.”

He gives her a chaste kiss on the side of her face, pulling back and holding her at arm’s length. Just to look at her. Breathe in that bright clementine smell of hers that they’ve all gone without. 

He sighs, giving her a lopsided grin. “I’m sure Cir and Lus will wanna steal you away first,” he rumbles, smoothing his thumbs over her freckled upper arms. “But maybe we can catch up later. Just us. How’s that sound, bunny?”

Sunny grins right back at him, clapping her hands together softly. “Yes! I’d love that.”

“Perfect,” he says, leaning in to kiss her on the nose. He eyes the other air ghoulettes who are quickly approaching them. “Uh oh. Gotta dash before Cir bites a chunk outta me for stealing her girl,” he teases, mock-whispering against her temple. 

“You better,” Cirrus lilts, flicking the forked end of her tongue out at him with a playful hiss. 

Swiss raises his hands in mock surrender, taking two steps back. “All yours, ladies,” he assures with a wink. 

“Thank you,” Cumulus says, turning her nose up proudly and crossing her arms. It’s all show though, her face splitting into a grin a second later, dimples on full display. The two of them take Sunny arm-in-arm, predictably whisking her away from the rest of the group—but not before Cirrus lands a smack on Swiss’ ass with her tail on the way out. 

“Bye,” he chuckles, offering Sunny a little wave. 

“Hey!” Aurora calls out from across the courtyard where she’s been flinging the few remaining suitcases into manageable stacks. She’s hunched over a random equipment case, ushering the multi-ghoul over. “I need your muscles. Big boy ran off with the other lovebirds already, and Lucifer knows where Rain and Aeon are.” 

Swiss rolls his eyes. “Slackers. The lot of ‘em,” he jests. “I gotcha, sweetheart.”

—

“Have I ever told you how beautiful you are?” Swiss muses hours later, pulling on a lock of Sunshine’s hair to watch it spring back out of his grasp.

She pouts and wrinkles her nose. Furrowing her brow, she blows a stream of air perfectly upwards to put the curl back in its place. “Yes. But you’ve interrupted me to say so.”

“It was really important, bunny.”

She rolls her eyes, even with the grin tugging at the corners of her lips. “You don’t wanna hear the rest of the story?”

Swiss pulls her closer by the waist, melding their bodies together for the first time in a long while. “I do, sweetheart. But I’ve heard my fair share of griping and groaning about human taxes from Aether himself. Can’t blame a guy for getting distracted by other things.” 

Sunny snorts. She walks her fingers up his forearm, over the swell of his bicep, and over his shoulder to poke him in the cheek. “And what are you thinking about instead, hm?”

He snaps his teeth at her finger, smiling when she yelps and pulls her finger away with a giggle. Then he leans in close, holding her gaze. He runs the tip of his nose along her browline, sighing when that sweet scent of her flares at his proximity. 

“You, sweet thing. My beautiful bunny whom I’ve missed so dearly.” He nuzzles further into her with a raspy purr, squeezing into the space between her and the pillow and tucking his nose right into the crook of her neck. 

“Swissy,” she half laughs, half whines. 

“Come onnn,” he groans teasingly. “Lemme be sweet to you. Show you how much I’ve missed you.”

“You just wanna get in my pants, you fucker,” Sunshine says bluntly, all while lifting her chin to give him better access. 

“Now, who said that?” he says at length. Swiss presses a kiss to her skin, smoothing his hand up and down her back. He inhales her scent again, ripe citrus and warm honey. “Fuck, baby, it’s been too long,”

She hums, coaxing him out from the crook of her neck. She holds the side of his face, smiling sweetly. “So dramatic,” she whispers before closing the distance to kiss him.

Swiss rumbles happily, tasting her slowly, softly. Though the sun is dipping below the horizon just beyond the hills outside, neither of them are in a rush. He cups her face in return, his fingers curving along her jaw. Not pulling or gripping. Just holding, caressing. 

Their lips meet and part, then meet again, over and over in chaste little touches that are paired with sighs and pleased chirps. An easy pace full of affection and mutual appreciation. 

“Missed havin’ you in my arms, bunny,” he mutters against her lips after what feels like ages. He gives her a tight squeeze, migrating back to her jawline.

“What, Rora didn’t keep you busy?” Sunny snorts without malice. 

Swiss huffs a laugh. “‘Course she did, that insatiable little thing.” He slips his hands down to her ass, kneading softly and pulling her as close as she can get. “But she’s not you, is she?”

Sunny hums. Rolls her hips against his very obvious bulge. “No, but I bet she looked real nice from the floor,” she grins.

He lets out a real laugh this time, pulling back to look at her. “Oh, you would know, wouldn’t you?” 

Sunny gets right back up in his face, nipping him on his kiss-swollen bottom lip. “What’s it to ya, Swissy?” she challenges.

He scoffs, eyebrows raising at her. “Oh, she wants to play games, does she?” he asks with a playful growl, bullying her onto her back. “Guess it’s time to bring out the big guns.”

Sunshine catches the glint in his eyes and the way his fingers twitch at his side as he straddles her. She narrows her eyes, realizing too late that she’s now trapped beneath him.

“You wouldn’t dare.”

Swiss gives her his signature frightening smile, all teeth.  “Oh, wouldn’t I?”

It’s all the warning she gets before he descends on her, fingers fluttering along all her ticklish spots—the middle of her ribs, the crease of her hips, her armpits, the divots of her collarbone. She swats at him helplessly, caught between shrieking and laughing uncontrollably. He’s always too fast, dodging and dislodging her hands to go from one spot to the other, pinning her down with strong legs despite how hard she tries to buck him off. 

“Swis-suhhh,” she whines, gasping for breath. “Lucif—hah-have mercy.”

Swiss smirks, ceasing his torment. He puts his hands on his hips, grinning smugly at the ghoulette still pinned beneath him. “Mercy granted.”

She sucks in a deep lungful of air, groaning on the exhale and scrubbing her face with her hands. She tries to twist out from underneath his thighs, groaning louder when her pelvis grinds against his. Her face quickly blooms with a rosy hue as she peeks at him through her fingers. 

“Uh oh,” Swiss lilts. He rocks his hips against hers, chuckling when she lets out a breathy moan. “What’s this, bunny?”

She swallows, attempting to catch her breath. “You know what.”

“Every time,” he laughs to himself. He drops down onto his hands, tail whipping behind him as he boxes her in with a hungry gaze. Licking over his fangs as he admires the way her freckles stand out against her blush. 

“What will I do with you, sweetheart?”

Sunshine reaches up to grip the hem of his t-shirt, twisting it between her fingers and tugging slightly. She bites her lip. Looks up at him with her big, amber eyes. “Kiss me?” Her eyes drop down to his chest, exposed a little now with her pulling on his shirt. “Make me feel good. Please?”

Swiss trills and melts himself against her. Guiding her hands to wrap around his waist as he tucks his forearms under her head. He presses a kiss to her forehead and ruts against her, sighing into her curls and sinking further into her infernal warmth. 

“Don’t have to tell me twice,” Swiss promises, dipping down to kiss her deeply. 

Where it was lazy before—chaste pecks and delicate touches—the pace is heated now: tongues exchanged, hands roaming, and hips rolled unabashedly against each other. Taking one another in like stifled flames no longer deprived of oxygen, drinking each other down like parched earth after a drought. Greedy, but relishing in it at the same time.

Sunshine claws at the back of his shirt, wriggling beneath him until she can wrap her legs around his hips. She groans when he slots between her legs, Swiss’ dick hot and hard against her own even through the layers of fabric between them. 

“Fuck,” she gasps against his lips. 

“Yeah,” he groans back. “So hard for me. Wanna get my hands around you.” 

Sunny nods, quick little movements of her head that rub her nose against his cheek. “Together,” she begs breathlessly. “Your dick against mine.”

Swiss groans louder, already pulling away from her to strip his clothes. “Fuck, that’s hot, bunny.”

The ghoulette all but yanks off her pants and underwear in one fell swoop, kicking them off and wrenching her crop top over her head simultaneously in an awkward flailing of limbs. She exhales triumphantly when she’s bare to the world, grinning up at Swiss with that crimson blush still on her cheeks and a cute leaking stiffy between her thighs. 

“Multi girl, you are something else,” Swiss says affectionately. With another shimmy of his hips he’s bare too, slinking back to lie side by side as before. He twines their legs together and pulls her right back into a hungry kiss, all tongue and fang. 

“Touch me,” she moans against his mouth. Pawing at his bicep until his hand moves from the curve of her back. 

Swiss wraps his hand around them both without further preamble, huffing a grunt as her length snuggles up to the underside of his. Likewise, she can’t contain her keening sigh as she bucks into his fist. Writhing atop the sheets and begging him sweetly in nonsensical syllables. 

“Just like that, baby,” he rumbles. He latches onto her neck, sucking a bruise into her heated skin. Warm tongue matching the pace of his hand. “Gonna make you feel so good.”

“Shit, Swiss,” Sunny whimpers. “So good—fuck—I love you so much.” 

“Love you so much, sweetheart,” he purrs into her skin. He tilts his head up, dipping his hand further down to brush against her tight little balls as he presses his lips against her ear. He smiles when she whines and gives her a squeeze. 

“Lemme show you how much I do.”

#the band ghost #ask #mal #ficlet #the band ghost fanfic #ghost fanfic #swiss ghoul #swiss army ghoul #sunshine ghoulette #transfemme sunshine #swiss/sunny #sunny/swiss #swiss/sunshine #sunshine/swiss #swissunny #we dont get to see these two together enough and i think thats a shame #i love these two #i proofread this time guys! woo!

[cannibalgoldfish]

You're Beary Cute

Paring: Gaz x Reader (Gender neutral- No use of pronouns for reader)

Summary: Reader has a "little" crush on Gaz and finds a way to tell him without actually telling him. Valentines themed (I know its way late for Valentines day but shushhhhh enjoy the oneshot) 

Wordcount: 1,669

Warnings: none- super fluffy                                             There are switches in focus from Reader to Gaz but it's still second person narration stuff (Tilde symbol  ~ indicating the switch) 

As the new rookie to the 141 you where met with both warm welcome, Gaz overjoyed at not being the baby of the group anymore and Soap excited to have someone who wasn't aware of the slightly dangerous pranks he liked to pull, and just simple welcomes, Ghost not wanting to get to close (you wore him down eventually) and Price afraid to drag another "kid" in the world of the 141. After several months of being with the unit the novelty began to fade away, although with Soap gaining a partner in crime it never fully fizzled out.

 Proving that you could pull you weight in the team, you gained respect from Ghost and got access to the inner circle. Knowing the others secrets meant that you had to return a few in trade, which unfortunately for you where all more embarrassing than anything else. One late night at a bar after you had a few to many, the team realized you weren't lying about the failed dog walker business you had as a teenager that resulted in you falling into a fountain after tripping on a leash. Or how you got banned from the Zoo after teaching the chimpanzees a vulgar hand sign. Or the accidental Big Foot sighting that got on the news in your home town. (It had just been you covered in mud after a camping trip that had gone wrong.)

The one secret you wished to keep, that was actually so painfully obvious to everyone except Soap, was your crush on Gaz. Price was the first to figure it out early on as you attempted to save yourself after turning red and stuttering while Gaz was helping you study flight manuals. Ghost later caught you "zoning out" in Gaz's direction during a collective gym workout session, chuckling at your poor excuse, he agreed not to say anything. Gaz, oblivious as ever, never seemed to notice or believe the gentle teases from the others.  

Currently, while on down time after a mission, you where ranting to Price in his office about the situation after he brought up the approaching holiday. You softly kick the door closed as you set down the box of files you helped him carry in, "I've tried EVERYTHING-"

"Except confessing." 

"Movie night failed-" 

"I thought you host one like every week?" 

"Well yea, but it was meant to be a soft entry confession thing but Soap CRASHED IT!" 

You yelled out the last part in exasperation, flopping down on the small sofa Price kept in the room. The door creaked open, "Crashed what?", Soap asked sticking his head in. Price looked up from the papers and huffed, slight annoyance was written all over his face. You go to shove Soap's face out of the doorway, "Nothing! Go away it's dad advice time". 

He held up a file with a smirk on his face, "Oh my bad, I guess I'll have to do paper work later." Turning and leaving the door wide open just to piss you off, Soap sauntered away.  

"When did I become- you know what I don't want to know..." Price muttered getting up from his desk and walking out into the common area. Following him out you continued talking,  "Even if I do say something, what then? like I can't go anywhere if it all goes wrong, maybe I can transfer or something, going MIA would be even better- Hey what?" Stopping midway through as Price turned around and directly walked back into his office again. 

"You'll figure it out, you're smart." He stated with a smile, before closing the door in your face. 

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Opening the door to leave for his morning run, Gaz looks down at the objects sitting in front of the entry, a single rose and a giant Ferrero Rocher. Looking around he saw that everyone else also had gifts with a rose in front of their doors, Soap had Biscoff chocolate bar, Ghost had a chili chocolate, Price had a coffee chocolate, and you had a bag of gummy worms. Picking his up, he felt a small lump on the underside of the base, flipping it over he saw that there was a hidden pocket containing a note of a single word: Tank.  

A smile formed on his face as a blip of realization hit, every morning for his run he passes by the old retired tank south of the base. Going to put up the rose and the chocolate, he shoved the note in his pocket and left for his jog. 

Reaching his destination faster than usual, Gaz stopped to take a breath squatting by the old machine. Something glinting in the low light of the sun rise caught his attention, walking over to the edge of the tank, hanging from the main gun was a small silver key with another note: Roof

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Preparing for room checks was a boring but slightly cathartic part of your routine, making sure that everything was clean and organized kept your space peaceful in comparison to the chaos of the missions the unit was sent on. Moving to open the door to sweep, you slipped on something causing you to nearly miss slamming your head on the door nob and landing right on your ass. Checking the bottom of your boot, you saw a heart cut out of construction paper with words scribbled on the front. 

 Warehouse #34  1800 hrs.

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Entering the common area, Gaz sees most of the unit up and sitting around the table. Soap was already eating his chocolate bar while Price and Ghost where drinking from mugs. "What you'd get?" Price asked watching Gaz grab a bottle of water from the fridge. "Just a chocolate." He answered, not noticing the glance between Price and Ghost, as he walked over to the door that lead to the roof.  "Finally gonna jump?" Ghost called out as Gaz climb the stairs, Gaz not bothering to respond in the hurry to find the next note.

Pushed against the corner of the rail guard, was a black storage box padlocked with a lock and chain. Pulling out the key, Gaz opened it to find a package wrapped completely in duct tape and wires. Barley touching a wire caused a small beep altering him to a timer stuck under the lid. The timer began counting down from 10 seconds, scrambling to figure out the "bomb" Gaz stepped back as the box went off. A mini cloud of glitter exploded within the box, picking up the package he unwraps it. The box was folded in plastic wrap so the duct tape wouldn't ruin the cardboard box, holding it with a smile Gaz looked down at the Lego orchid botanical set.

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"Whatcha thinking about?" Soap sat down on the table next to you, his voice cutting through the haze you where in. "Nothing, just tired." You responded sitting up, hand in your pocket holding on to the note. You had been sitting there, staring at the clock counting down the minutes until six o'clock. 

Finally finding an excuse to leave you get up, "Shit, I forgot to refill my med pack.". You walk over to your room and grab a bag. "It's probably to late for the nurse's station, they've all gone home by now." Soap responded, too distracted by his phone to give to much notice. 

You ran out the door, calling out behind you, "I'll just go check the warehouse, better be safe than sorry." Quickly jogging to the building, you paused before entering. 

What if it was it wasn't what you had wanted?

Walking in, you see a table in the middle of the room sitting on the table was a massive bouquet of flowers and a teddy bear holding a paper heart: Build me? 

A clang from the side of the building makes you turn to the noise, "Some bloody idiot-" Gaz muttered tripping over a toolbox someone had left out. "Hey, sorry I tried to get here, Price was going on about incident reports for so long and I didn't want to be rude, anyways-" He stops rambling as you pick up the bear. 

"You uh mentioned wanting a build a bear date one time, so I thought-" He was nervously picking at his fingers, occasionally looking between you and the bear. 

"Gaz come here-" You chuckle, holding your arms out to him. He smiles and completes the hug, "So I take it you like the gift?"

"I love it, did you get mine?" 

"yea, did you make the glitter bomb yourself?" 

"I asked Soap to teach me a while back, sorry there wasn't more puzzles, I only had so much time in between missions and -" This time it was his turn to shut you up from your anxious ramblings, "It was perfect, although soap could have taught you a little better" 

"Yea, lets blame him for that" 

You could feel his movements as he laughed, still holding onto you he leans in before kissing you, "So me, you, build-a-bear Thursday?" You nod in response pulling him to you, occasionally breaking away to breath and smile as he playfully huffed in anger when you broke the kiss.

Attempting to back away (You could only move so far as Gaz wouldn't let you out of arms reach still holding on to you) You look at him, jokingly scolding him for the earlier incident he caused, "you know that stupid ass- I mean sweet note you slipped under the door gave me the biggest bruise on my ass.".

"oh really it did?" Gaz laughed again, a mischievous grin growing on his face as his hands snaked down to the injured area.  "Maybe I can help with that." 

"You sure can." 

I needed to write something cute after the angsty Price X Reader fic lmao  

It was going to be an x male reader but when writing it there was no pronouns or descriptions needed for reader, so might as well make it for everyone. 

Follow for more X reader stuff- requests are open

#did not proofread #Gaz needed some love too poor thing does not have enough fics about him #gaz call of duty #gaz x reader #kyle gaz garrick #kyle garrick #call of dooty #fluff #tooth rotting fluff #cute stuff #mw2 x reader #cod mw2 #cod mwii #kyle gaz garrick x reader #kyle gaz garrick x you #gaz mw2 #mw2 #modern warfare ii #modern warfare 2 #modern warfare two #x reader #x reader insert #gender neutral reader #x reader fluff #cod x you #cod modern warfare #mwii #ao3 author #ao3 #ao3 writer

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𝚁𝚊𝚒𝚗 𝚙𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚜 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚟𝚒𝚕𝚢 𝚘𝚞𝚝𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚎-𝚏𝚒𝚛𝚜𝚝 𝚛𝚊𝚒𝚗 𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚖𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚍 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎. 𝚂𝚝𝚎𝚟𝚎 𝚝𝚎𝚡𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚞𝚜 𝚜𝚊𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚗𝚝 𝚘𝚙𝚎𝚗 𝚜𝚘 𝚒𝚝 𝚐𝚒𝚟𝚎𝚜 𝚖𝚎 𝚙𝚕𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚢 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚐𝚎𝚝 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚢 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚗𝚎𝚛 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚝𝚘𝚋𝚢 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚖𝚘𝚖. 𝙷𝚎 𝚜𝚊𝚒𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚕𝚢 𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚞𝚝, 𝚒 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚒𝚗 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚊𝚗 𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚛...𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚒𝚝𝚜 𝚗𝚎𝚛𝚟𝚎 𝚠𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐. 𝚃𝚘 𝚋𝚎 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚌𝚎 𝚝𝚘𝚋𝚢 𝚝𝚘𝚘𝚔 𝚊 𝚕𝚒𝚏𝚎, 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚏𝚊𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚕𝚒𝚏𝚎...𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚒𝚍 𝚗𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚘𝚞𝚝𝚌𝚊𝚜𝚝 𝚝𝚘𝚋𝚢 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚒𝚝. 𝙷𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚐𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚘𝚗

"ʏᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ sᴛʟ ᴄᴏᴍɪɴ ʀɢʜᴛ? ɪ ᴄᴀɴ ᴘɪᴋ ᴜ ᴜᴘ"

"ᴘʟᴇᴀsᴇ!"

𝙶𝚒𝚟𝚎𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚠𝚎'𝚕𝚕 𝚋𝚎 𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚘𝚘𝚛𝚜 𝙸 𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚔 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚌𝚊𝚜𝚞𝚊𝚕 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚌𝚞𝚝𝚎. 𝙶𝚘𝚝𝚝𝚊 𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚔 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚒 𝚐𝚘𝚝 𝚎𝚡𝚌𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚏𝚊𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚎. 𝚆𝚑𝚊𝚝𝚜 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗 𝚌𝚊𝚜𝚞𝚊𝚕? 𝚊 𝚜𝚔𝚒𝚛𝚝. 𝚓𝚎𝚊𝚗𝚜. 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚜.

𝙷𝚖𝚖....𝚃𝚘𝚋𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚔𝚜 𝚒 𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚔 𝚐𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚒𝚗 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛...𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝𝚜 𝚒𝚝 𝚖𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚒 𝚠𝚎𝚊𝚛

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"...𝚌𝚘𝚕𝚍 𝚏𝚎𝚎-𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚝?"

"𝚗𝚎𝚛𝚟𝚎𝚜.....𝚒𝚝𝚜 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢𝚍𝚊𝚢 𝚒𝚖 𝚒𝚗𝚟𝚒𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚊 𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚗𝚎𝚛"

"𝚖𝚖𝚖.....𝚝𝚘𝚕𝚍 𝚖𝚢 𝚖𝚘𝚖 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚕𝚒𝚝-𝚝𝚕𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚘𝚞𝚝...."

"𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎....𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐?..."

"𝚑𝚊𝚑 𝚗𝚘...𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚛𝚊𝚋𝚋𝚒𝚝 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚝"

"𝙶𝚕𝚊𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚒𝚖 𝚐𝚘𝚗𝚗𝚊 𝚋𝚎 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚊𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚛𝚊𝚋𝚋𝚒𝚝 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚏𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚔"

"𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚜𝚘 𝚋𝚊𝚍"

𝙷𝚎 𝚙𝚞𝚕𝚕𝚜 𝚞𝚙 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚛𝚒𝚟𝚎𝚠𝚊𝚢 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚗𝚜 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚌𝚊𝚛 𝚘𝚏𝚏, 𝚠𝚎 𝚐𝚎𝚝 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚋𝚎𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚠𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚙 𝚏𝚘𝚘𝚝 𝚒𝚗 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚜

"𝙳𝚘𝚗𝚝 𝚊𝚜𝚔 𝚊 𝚏𝚌𝚔-𝚔𝚔-𝚏𝚞𝚌𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐...𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚖𝚢 𝚍𝚊𝚍"

𝙷𝚒𝚜 𝚜𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚘𝚞𝚜 𝚝𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚖𝚊𝚍𝚎 𝚖𝚎 𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚜𝚎 𝚞𝚙 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚒 𝚖𝚞𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚊 𝚗𝚘𝚍, 𝚑𝚎 𝚎𝚡𝚑𝚊𝚕𝚎𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚙𝚞𝚕𝚕𝚜 𝚖𝚎 𝚒𝚗.

"𝚖𝚘𝚖𝚖𝚊 𝚠𝚎'𝚛𝚎 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎"

𝚂𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚜 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚔𝚒𝚝𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚖𝚒𝚕𝚎𝚜, 𝚜𝚙𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚑𝚞𝚐 𝚖𝚎

"𝚜𝚘 𝚗𝚒𝚌𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚎𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚋𝚎𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚜 𝚒𝚗 𝚞𝚗𝚒𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚖"

𝙷𝚎𝚛 𝚜𝚘𝚏𝚝 𝚜𝚙𝚘𝚔𝚎𝚗 𝚝𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚙𝚞𝚝 𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚕𝚎𝚎𝚙, 𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚞𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚊 𝚜𝚒𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚜

"𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚕𝚢 𝚜𝚎𝚎𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚊𝚐𝚊𝚒𝚗 𝙼𝚜. 𝚁𝚘𝚍𝚐𝚎𝚛𝚜"

"𝚖𝚖. 𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚘𝚋𝚢 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚍 𝚞𝚙𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚒𝚛𝚜. 𝙳𝚒𝚗𝚗𝚎𝚛 𝚠𝚘𝚗𝚝 𝚋𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚢 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚊𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚛"

𝚂𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚜 𝚖𝚢 𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚎𝚔𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚠𝚊𝚕𝚔𝚜 𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚔𝚒𝚝𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚗, 𝚝𝚘𝚋𝚢 𝚙𝚞𝚕𝚕𝚜 𝚖𝚎 𝚞𝚙 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚙𝚎𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚐𝚛𝚊𝚢 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚒𝚛𝚜 𝚝𝚘𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚍𝚜 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚛𝚘𝚘𝚖 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚕𝚘𝚌𝚔𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚘𝚘𝚛. 𝙺𝚒𝚌𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚏𝚏 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚎𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚘𝚘𝚍𝚒𝚎, 𝚑𝚎 𝚐𝚎𝚝𝚜 𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚝𝚘 𝚖𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚜

"𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛...𝚜𝚞𝚌𝚑 𝚊 𝚗𝚞𝚒𝚜𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎...."

𝙸 𝚜𝚌𝚘𝚏𝚏 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚙 𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔

"𝚎𝚡𝚌𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞?"

"𝚜𝚘𝚛𝚛𝚢....𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜𝚗𝚝 𝚖𝚎....𝚏𝚞-𝚞𝚌𝚔"

"...."

"𝙸 𝚜𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚘𝚞𝚜𝚕𝚢...𝚏𝚞𝚌𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞"

𝚃𝚘𝚋𝚢 𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚒𝚎𝚜 𝚑𝚒𝚖𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏 𝚒𝚗 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚗𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚖𝚎; 𝙷𝚎 𝚛𝚞𝚗𝚜 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚖𝚢 𝚑𝚊𝚒𝚛 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚙𝚜 𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚊 𝚖𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚒𝚝 𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚎𝚍𝚐𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚋𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚔𝚜 𝚊𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚛𝚘𝚘𝚖

"𝚈𝚘𝚞'𝚛𝚎 𝚊 𝚠𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚔 𝚝𝚘𝚋𝚢....."

𝙷𝚎 𝚐𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚔𝚜 𝚊𝚝 𝚖𝚎. 𝙶𝚘𝚍 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠𝚜 𝚒𝚖 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚊𝚗𝚢 𝚋𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛. 𝙸 𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚙 𝚒𝚗 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚗𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚙𝚞𝚕𝚕 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚒𝚗 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚊 𝚔𝚒𝚜𝚜, 𝚖𝚢 𝚑𝚊𝚒𝚛 𝚌𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚎𝚢𝚎𝚜, 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚐𝚛𝚒𝚙𝚜 𝚖𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚘𝚊𝚝 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚠𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚢 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚊 𝚖𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚒𝚗 𝚊𝚗 𝚊𝚕𝚖𝚘𝚜𝚝 𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚖𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚝𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚞𝚜𝚑𝚎𝚜 𝚖𝚎 𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚊 𝚋𝚒𝚝

"𝚌𝚊𝚗𝚝..𝚌𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚋𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚢"

"𝚜𝚘𝚛𝚛𝚢..."

𝙸 𝚜𝚒𝚝 𝚋𝚎𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚎 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚛𝚢 𝚝𝚘 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚞𝚙 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚔 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝

"𝚛𝚎𝚖𝚎𝚖𝚋𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚐𝚞𝚢 𝚠𝚑𝚘 𝚍𝚛𝚘𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚍 𝚖𝚎 𝚘𝚏𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚍𝚊𝚢 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚠𝚎𝚒𝚛𝚍?..𝚗𝚎𝚠𝚜 𝚜𝚊𝚢𝚜 𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚍"

𝙷𝚎 𝚙𝚞𝚕𝚕𝚜 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚊 𝚋𝚊𝚐 𝚘𝚏 𝚠𝚎𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚊 𝚠𝚊𝚍 𝚘𝚏 𝚙𝚊𝚙𝚎𝚛, 𝚍𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚕𝚎 𝚖𝚊𝚐𝚒𝚌 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚕𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚝 𝚞𝚙, 𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚖𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚊 𝚜𝚑𝚛𝚞𝚐

"𝚍𝚘𝚗𝚝 𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚎"

𝙷𝚎 𝚜𝚒𝚝𝚜 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚢 𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚝𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚒𝚝𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚋𝚘𝚊𝚛𝚍 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚠𝚒𝚏𝚝𝚕𝚢 𝚙𝚞𝚕𝚕𝚜 𝚖𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚎 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚋𝚢 𝚖𝚢 𝚠𝚊𝚒𝚜𝚝

"𝚏𝚞𝚌𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚌𝚑𝚛𝚒𝚜𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚘𝚗𝚐"

𝙷𝚎 𝚑𝚞𝚖𝚜 𝚒𝚗 𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚙𝚘𝚗𝚜𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚗𝚜 𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚟 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚍𝚢 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚗𝚎𝚕, 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚎𝚜. 𝙸𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚏𝚞𝚗 𝚝𝚘 𝚠𝚊𝚝𝚌𝚑 𝚒𝚝 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚕𝚊𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚒𝚝 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚏𝚎𝚕𝚝 𝚠𝚎𝚒𝚛𝚍...

"𝚕𝚎𝚝𝚜 𝚐𝚎𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚎𝚊𝚌𝚑 𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛...𝚋𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚕𝚢 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚢𝚘𝚞"

"𝙸𝚖 𝚏𝚞𝚌𝚔- 𝚌𝚛𝚊𝚣𝚢!- 𝚏𝚞𝚌𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝚞𝚙 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚍 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚖𝚘𝚔𝚎 𝚠𝚎𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚖𝚢 𝚝𝚒-𝚒-𝚝𝚒𝚌𝚜...𝚙𝚕𝚞𝚜 𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚐𝚘𝚝 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚑𝚎𝚕𝚕 𝚘𝚏 𝚊 𝚛𝚎𝚙𝚞𝚝𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚝 𝚝𝚘𝚠𝚗"

"𝚏𝚞𝚌𝚔 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚘𝚋𝚢"

𝙸 𝚑𝚞𝚏𝚏 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚔 𝚊𝚝 𝚑𝚒𝚖

"𝚑𝚘𝚋𝚋𝚒𝚎𝚜, 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎𝚜, 𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚗 𝚘𝚗𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚗 𝚘𝚏𝚏𝚜, 𝚏𝚞𝚌𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚝 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝"

𝚃𝚘𝚋𝚢 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚜 𝚕𝚊𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚊𝚜𝚜 𝚘𝚏𝚏 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚊 𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚞𝚝𝚎 𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚕 𝚑𝚎 𝚚𝚞𝚒𝚌𝚔𝚕𝚢 𝚚𝚞𝚒𝚎𝚝𝚜 𝚍𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚔𝚜 𝚊𝚝 𝚖𝚎

"𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚗 𝚘𝚗𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚗 𝚘𝚏𝚏𝚜?....𝚕𝚎𝚝𝚜 𝚜𝚎𝚎 𝚒 𝚕𝚘-"

"𝚘𝚑 𝚏𝚞𝚌𝚔 𝚖𝚎 𝚛𝚘𝚍𝚐𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚒 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝"

𝙷𝚎 𝚜𝚖𝚒𝚛𝚔𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚢𝚏𝚞𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚙𝚞𝚗𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚜 𝚖𝚢 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚌𝚑 𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚞𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚍 𝚞𝚙 𝚑𝚞𝚛𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚜𝚘 𝚒 𝚜𝚗𝚊𝚝𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚘𝚠 𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚗𝚎𝚌𝚔 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝚑𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚒𝚝, 𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚜 𝚌𝚞𝚛𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚝 𝚖𝚎 𝚊𝚜 𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚙𝚛𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚘𝚠 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚖𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚐𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚊 𝚜𝚖𝚞𝚐 𝚒𝚍𝚒𝚘𝚝 , 𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚌𝚑 𝚑𝚎 𝚒𝚜.

"𝚋𝚒-𝚋𝚒𝚝𝚌𝚑! 𝚚𝚞𝚒𝚝 𝚒𝚝"

"𝚊𝚙𝚘𝚕𝚘𝚐𝚒𝚣𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚑𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚖𝚎!"

"𝚝𝚘𝚋𝚢! 𝚢/𝚗! 𝙳𝚒𝚗𝚗𝚎𝚛!"

𝚆𝚎 𝚒𝚖𝚖𝚎𝚍𝚒𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚢 𝚑𝚊𝚞𝚕𝚝 𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚖𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚐𝚕𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚊𝚝 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛. 𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚜𝚘 𝚠𝚊𝚜𝚗𝚝 𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛.

𝚆𝚎 𝚋𝚘𝚝𝚑 𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚎 𝚍𝚘𝚠𝚗𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚒𝚛𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚒 𝚎𝚗𝚍 𝚞𝚙 𝚐𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚒𝚛𝚜𝚝 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚎, 𝚑𝚎 𝚐𝚛𝚞𝚖𝚋𝚕𝚎𝚜 𝚊𝚜 𝚑𝚎 𝚐𝚛𝚊𝚋𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚎𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚍 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚎. 𝙷𝚒𝚜 𝚖𝚘𝚖 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚘𝚗𝚕𝚢 𝚜𝚖𝚒𝚕𝚎 𝚊𝚜 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚊𝚝 𝚍𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚎

"𝚜𝚘 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚋𝚘𝚝𝚑 𝚞𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚝𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗?"

𝚆𝚎 𝚋𝚘𝚝𝚑 𝚌𝚑𝚘𝚔𝚎 𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚒𝚛𝚜𝚝 𝚋𝚒𝚝𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚠𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝚜𝚝𝚞𝚖𝚋𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚗 𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚜

"𝚜𝚘𝚛𝚛𝚢? 𝚞𝚑𝚖 𝚠𝚎"

"𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝, 𝚖-𝚖𝚘𝚖 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚞-𝚏𝚞𝚌𝚔?"

"𝚘𝚑! 𝚜𝚘𝚛𝚛𝚢 𝚜𝚘𝚛𝚛𝚢. 𝙰𝚕𝚕 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚖𝚘𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚞𝚙 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎....𝚒 𝚏𝚒𝚐𝚞𝚛𝚎𝚍..."

"𝚗𝚘 𝚗𝚘...𝚒 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝. 𝚠𝚎 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚙𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚘𝚠 𝚏𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐"

"𝚘𝚑 𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝚏𝚞𝚗, 𝚠𝚑𝚘 𝚠𝚘𝚗"

𝚃𝚘𝚋𝚢 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚒 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚘𝚝 𝚎𝚊𝚌𝚑 𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚊 𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚔 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚜𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚜

"𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚍𝚎𝚌𝚒𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝"

𝙵𝚘𝚛 𝚗𝚎𝚡𝚝 𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚕𝚎 𝚠𝚎 𝚎𝚊𝚝, 𝚐𝚘𝚍 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚊𝚖𝚊𝚣𝚒𝚗𝚐. 𝚆𝚑𝚘 𝚔𝚗𝚎𝚠 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚋𝚛𝚒𝚜𝚔𝚎𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚊𝚜 𝚐𝚘𝚘𝚍? 𝙵𝚞𝚌𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚛𝚒𝚌𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚋𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚗 𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚝𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚍, 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚐𝚎𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚠𝚘𝚖𝚊𝚗 𝚊 𝚌𝚘𝚘𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚠

𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚔𝚒𝚝𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚒𝚝𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚢 𝚜𝚖𝚊𝚕𝚕, 𝚎𝚗𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚘 𝚠𝚊𝚕𝚔 𝚊𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚕𝚘𝚜𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚟𝚎𝚜 𝚒𝚗 𝚙𝚊𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚘𝚏 𝚌𝚘𝚘𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚏 𝚒𝚝 𝚕𝚒𝚟𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚗 𝚢𝚘𝚞. 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚕𝚘𝚛𝚜 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚍𝚒𝚏𝚏𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚛𝚘𝚠𝚗-𝚐𝚛𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚜𝚎, 𝚒𝚝 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚘𝚗 𝚙𝚞𝚛𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚎. 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚊𝚖𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚢 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚖𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚍𝚒𝚍.

𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚒𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚛𝚘𝚘𝚖 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚊 𝚜𝚖𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚌𝚑, 𝚋𝚒𝚐 𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚑 𝚝𝚟- 𝚠𝚑𝚘 𝚔𝚗𝚎𝚠 𝚝𝚘𝚋𝚢 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚊 𝚝𝚟 𝚐𝚞𝚢? 𝙷𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚕𝚎 𝚒𝚝 𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚕𝚢 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚒 𝚌𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚋𝚞𝚕𝚕𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚝. 𝙸 𝚍𝚒��𝚗𝚝 𝚍𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚊𝚜𝚔 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚒𝚐 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚒𝚗 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚒𝚍𝚍𝚕𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚙𝚎𝚝, 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚜 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚗𝚒𝚌𝚎. 𝙸 𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚕 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝚝𝚘𝚋𝚢 𝚝𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚖𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚘𝚕𝚍 𝚖𝚎 𝚊 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚢. 𝙰 𝚜𝚊𝚍 𝚘𝚗𝚎, 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚞𝚗𝚏𝚕𝚘𝚠𝚎𝚛 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚛𝚎𝚎𝚣𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚒 𝚜𝚊𝚠 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚖𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚚𝚞𝚒𝚌𝚔𝚕𝚢 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚌𝚎𝚍 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎, 𝚋𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘𝚘.

𝙾𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚒𝚌𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚎𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚊𝚜 𝚊 𝚔𝚒𝚍, 𝚜𝚘 𝚋𝚎𝚊𝚝 𝚞𝚙 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚋𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚊𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚍. 𝙸 𝚝𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚊 𝚋𝚒𝚝. 𝙷𝚎 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚍 𝚖𝚎 𝚊 𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚕𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚒 𝚏𝚕𝚒𝚙 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚘𝚏𝚏- 𝚒 𝚜𝚊𝚠 𝚊 𝚙𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚏 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚊 𝚏𝚊𝚖𝚒𝚕𝚢 𝚙𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚒𝚝 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚐𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚜 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚋𝚛𝚘𝚔𝚎𝚗 𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚌𝚑 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚏𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚕𝚢 𝚌𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚠𝚘 𝚏𝚊𝚌𝚎𝚜. 𝙰 𝚌𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚞𝚜 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚊 𝚏𝚕𝚘𝚠𝚎𝚛 𝚜𝚊𝚝 𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚒𝚝.

𝚆𝚎 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚢𝚎𝚍 𝚖𝚘𝚗𝚘𝚙𝚘𝚕𝚢 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚒𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚛𝚘𝚘𝚖 𝚝𝚘 𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚌𝚑 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚖𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚓𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚎𝚍 𝚞𝚜 𝚖𝚒𝚍𝚐𝚊𝚖𝚎

"𝙱𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚌𝚑𝚞𝚝𝚎𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚕𝚊𝚍𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚙𝚘𝚙𝚞𝚕𝚊𝚛 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚘𝚕𝚍 𝚠𝚘𝚖𝚊𝚗 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚊 𝚙𝚛𝚘!"

"𝚠𝚘-𝚠𝚘𝚗𝚝 𝚋𝚎𝚊𝚝 𝚖𝚎 𝚖𝚘-𝚖𝚘𝚖"

𝙰𝚏𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚌𝚕𝚘𝚜𝚎 𝚌𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚜

"𝙷𝙰 𝙲𝙰𝙽𝚃 𝙹𝙰𝙸𝙻 𝙼𝙴 𝙼𝙸𝚂𝚂 𝚁𝙾𝙳𝙶𝙴𝚁𝚂!"

𝚄𝚗𝚏𝚊𝚒𝚛 𝚜𝚊𝚋𝚊𝚝𝚘𝚐𝚎𝚜

"𝚈/𝙽 𝚆𝙷𝙰𝚃 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙵𝚄𝙲𝙺"

𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚌𝚛𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚕𝚊𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚎𝚛

"𝚘𝚘𝚘 𝚒 𝚠𝚘𝚗!"

𝙸𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚖𝚢 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚐𝚘 𝚝𝚘 𝚘𝚙𝚎𝚗 𝚞𝚙 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚘𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚛𝚘𝚠. 𝚕𝚘𝚛𝚍 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠𝚜 𝚒𝚍 𝚗𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚐𝚎𝚝 𝚞𝚙 𝚒𝚏 𝚒 𝚜𝚕𝚎𝚙𝚝 𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚎

𝙸 𝚜𝚊𝚒𝚍 𝚖𝚢 𝚐𝚘𝚘𝚍𝚋𝚢𝚎𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚖𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚞𝚐𝚜 𝚖𝚎 𝚍𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚕𝚢 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚜𝚑𝚎'𝚍 𝚗𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚜𝚎𝚎 𝚖𝚎 𝚊𝚐𝚊𝚒𝚗

"𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚘𝚔? 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚐𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚝 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚊𝚗𝚢 𝚑𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚢..."

𝚂𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚔𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚎𝚎 𝚒𝚏 𝚝𝚘𝚋𝚢𝚜 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚍𝚘𝚠𝚗𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚒𝚛𝚜 𝚢𝚎𝚝 𝚋𝚎𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚖𝚎

"𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚗𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚜𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚖𝚢 𝚋𝚘𝚢 𝚜𝚘 𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚢...𝚘𝚛 𝚖𝚢𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏. 𝚃𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚔 𝚢𝚘𝚞"

𝚂𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚖𝚒𝚕𝚎𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚔𝚒𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚜 𝚖𝚢 𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚎𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚍. 𝙶𝚘𝚍 𝚒 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚌𝚛𝚢, 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚠𝚑𝚘𝚕𝚎 𝚝𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚒𝚜 𝚏𝚞𝚌𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖...

"𝚌𝚖𝚘𝚗 𝚢/𝚗"

𝙷𝚎 𝚍𝚛𝚊𝚐𝚜 𝚖𝚎 𝚋𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚒𝚜𝚝 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚌𝚊𝚛. 𝙷𝚎 𝚋𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚜 𝚊 𝚜𝚘𝚗𝚐 𝚋𝚢 𝚊 𝚋𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚌𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝙰𝚛𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚏𝚞𝚌𝚔𝚎𝚍- 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚛𝚞𝚖𝚜

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"𝚒 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚔 𝚠𝚎'𝚛𝚎 𝚋𝚘𝚝𝚑 𝚊 𝚕𝚒-𝚝𝚕-𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚕𝚎 𝚏𝚞𝚌𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚏 𝚠𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚎𝚊𝚌𝚑 𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚖𝚞𝚔...𝚖𝚞𝚌𝚑"

"𝚒𝚖 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚜𝚊𝚗𝚎 𝚊𝚝 𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚝

"𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐"

𝙷𝚎 𝚔𝚒𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚜 𝚖𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚐𝚒𝚟𝚎𝚜 𝚖𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚐𝚑 𝚊 𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚍 𝚜𝚖𝚊𝚌𝚔, 𝚒 𝚏𝚕𝚒𝚙 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚘𝚏𝚏 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚐𝚎𝚝 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚌𝚊𝚛. 𝙷𝚎 𝚍𝚛𝚒𝚟𝚎𝚜 𝚘𝚏𝚏 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚒 𝚠𝚊𝚝𝚌𝚑 𝚝𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚒 𝚗𝚘 𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚛 𝚜𝚎𝚎 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚌𝚊𝚛- 𝚏𝚎𝚕𝚝 𝚜𝚝𝚞𝚙𝚒𝚍 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚜𝚖𝚒𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚜𝚘 𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚍

𝙸 𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚙 𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝚓𝚞𝚖𝚙𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍 𝚖𝚢 𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚕𝚊𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚖𝚢𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏. 𝙸 𝚌𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚎𝚟𝚒𝚎 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚒𝚝 𝚐𝚘𝚎𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚟𝚘𝚒𝚌𝚎𝚖𝚊𝚒𝚕- 𝚒𝚍 𝚊𝚜𝚜𝚞𝚖𝚎 𝚜𝚑𝚎𝚜 𝚘𝚗 𝚊 𝚍𝚊𝚝𝚎 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚐����𝚜 𝚖𝚎

"sɴᴇᴀ��ʏ ʟɪɴᴋs ᴏᴠᴇʀ!"

"ᴡᴇᴀʀ ᴀ ᴄᴏɴᴅᴏᴍ 🫡"

"ʙɪʀᴛʜ ᴄᴏɴᴛʀᴏʟ...ᴊᴏᴋɪɴɢ ɪ ʙᴏᴜɢʜᴛ sᴏᴍᴇ"

"ʏᴏᴜʀ ɢɪᴠɴɢ ᴍᴇ sᴛᴅs ᴊᴜsᴛ ʀᴇᴀᴅɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴀᴛ"

𝚂𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚟𝚎𝚜 𝚖𝚎 𝚘𝚗 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍 𝚜𝚘 𝚒 𝚊𝚜𝚜𝚞𝚖𝚎 𝚜𝚑𝚎𝚜 𝚋𝚎𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚏𝚘𝚕𝚍𝚎𝚍 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚊 𝚕𝚊𝚠𝚗 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚒𝚛. 𝙸 𝚝𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚊 𝚚 𝚞𝚒𝚌𝚔 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚠𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚓𝚞𝚖𝚙 𝚘𝚗 𝚖𝚢 𝚋𝚎𝚍. 𝙹𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚊𝚜 𝚒 𝚌𝚕𝚘𝚜𝚎 𝚖𝚢 𝚎𝚢𝚎𝚜 𝚒 𝚐𝚎𝚝 𝚊 𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚒𝚏𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗

"ᴅᴏɴᴛ ᴍᴇɴᴛɴ ᴀɴʏᴛɢɴ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ᴅɪɴɴᴇʀ"

"ᴡᴀsɴᴛ ɢᴏɴɴᴀ"

"ᴋ. ɪʟʟ ʙᴇ ɢᴏɴᴇ ғᴏʀ ғᴇᴡ ᴅᴀʏs sᴏ ɪғ ᴅᴏɴᴛ ᴛxᴛ..ᴅᴏɴᴛ ᴛᴀᴋ ɪᴛ ᴘᴇʀsᴏɴᴀʟ"

"sᴇɴᴅ ᴘɪᴄᴛᴜʀᴇs?"

"ɪʟʟ ғᴀᴄᴇᴛɪᴍᴇ ʏᴏᴜ"

"😚"

"💩🤳🏻?"

"ᴛᴏʙʏ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ғᴜᴄᴋ"

"ɪ ᴄᴀɴ ʙ ᴄᴜᴛᴇ ᴛᴏᴏ"

𝙸 𝚛𝚘𝚕𝚕 𝚖𝚢 𝚎𝚢𝚎𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚏𝚊𝚌𝚎 𝚖𝚢 𝚙𝚑𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚍𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚝𝚘 𝚏𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚊𝚜𝚕𝚎𝚎𝚙. 𝙸 𝚐𝚎𝚝 𝚊 𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚒𝚏𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚗𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝. 𝙾𝚗𝚎 𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚜𝚎𝚎 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐

"ᴀʟʀᴅʏ ᴀᴄʜᴇ ᴛᴏ sᴇᴇ ᴜ"

* ੈ✩‧₊˚* ੈ✩‧₊* ੈ✩‧₊˚* ੈ✩‧₊* ੈ✩‧₊˚* ੈ✩‧₊* ੈ✩‧₊˚* ੈ

#creepypasta #creepypasta blog #tobias erin rogers #toby rodgers #toby erin rogers #ticci toby #Runt #not really proofread sorry ;-; #I so believe in Toby being lazy enough to have so many text errors

[intothegenshinworld]

Dottore x Reader but it’s SteampunkAU.  

The capital city of Fountaine is beautiful. But when you look past the tall buildings stacked onto eachother, you find a hidden society that’s been tortured with poverty and disease for far too long. 

Zandik is an example of the effects society has on it’s people. He lives by the motto; ‘There are no kind people in this world’, and he’s more than happy to participate in this ‘kill or be killed’ ideology that goes around. Zandik, or ‘Dottore’ – the name he’s earned overtime, will quite literally kill for pieces of mechanical scraps he can’t get by. Energy corses, cogwheels, screws, – anything really. He needs it all. With every piece of scrap he’s one step closer to creating his own god. 

And then there’s you. A young bright person who just entered the brighter parts of Fountaine’s society, trying to better the world by joining the control force. You’ve always been good at puzzles, and trying to uncover the person behind the name ‘Dottore’ is just another exciting adventure. And despite your boss putting you on the job to make you feel pressured, you’re damn good at unravelling the dark secrets within Fountaine. 

The first step is finding someone who is good at building machines. You’re not fond of mechanical engineering yourself so you need a partner, – someone who can seek a connection between the stolen goods. 

What is this ‘Dottore’ trying to achieve? Why go through such lengths?

– It’s not long before you find your partner.

Zandik is a mechanical genius who dropped out of one of the most prestigious schools only to end up drowning in debts and poverty when the school kicked him out. 

He might be a bit eccentric but he holds up his reputation of being a ‘mechanical genius’. By his side you’re able to get closer and closer to uncovering the identity of ‘Dottore’. 

Will you uncover the identity behind the most wanted criminal in Fountaine, – or will Dottore successfully create a manmade god to overthrow the entirety of Fountaine, keeping his enemies so close to him that he’ll go under everyone’s radar?

#dottore x reader #dottore #il dottore x reader #harbinger x reader #imagine #would write this as a series inspired by arcade but I dont have enough time #drabble #genshin x reader #genshin x you #genshin x y/n #brainrot #genshin drabbles #genshin imagines #genshin #genshin impact #I will not proofread this is a brainrot <3

[dandylovesturtles]

This is 2AL Propaganda

I bring you propaganda for the @rottmntpeepawpolls advocating for 2 Arms Left Leo by @intotheelliwoods in the form of another fanfic drabble! Please go check out their comic series, it is extremely good. And vote for 2AL Leo in the poll tomorrow!!

(Also Ell I'm sorry if I get f!Leo and p!Donnie's relationship wrong I TRIED

ALSO I PROMISE THIS ISN'T ANGST

also also this is set still somewhat early in his recovery time OK NOTES OVER)

...

"I can feel you lurking."

Leonardo looks up from his phone and locks eyes with Donnie, currently peeking through the crack in the curtain to his train car. He disappears from view and a moment later waltzes his way inside like he hadn't just been hiding.

"I have a question for you," he announces.

Leo sits up and drops his legs over the edge of the bed. "Shoot."

Donnie hesitates. He looks anxious, and Leo tenses in anticipation.

"It's about your timeline."

Leo's heart drops.

He'd known this would come eventually, but he'd been hoping it would be later rather than sooner. Of course they would want to know eventually, though. What happened to them. How things in his time had... ended.

He just isn't prepared for it. He isn't sure if Donnie is prepared for it, either. He's still so young. Should he really be hearing this now? What kind of damage does that cause on a young mind?

His mouth is draw when he says, "What's your question?" He scrambles to prepare answer, some way to put it off, or maybe to soften the blow, or-

"Did you still have the Lair Games in the future?"

-gape at Donnie like a fish because what?

"What?"

"Did you still have the Lair Games in the future?" Donnie repeats, a little louder as though that were the issue here.

"...We were a little busy with the whole alien apocalypse situation."

"Scoff." Donnie waves a hand. "As if a little apocalypse could stop this family from being competitive."

He has him there. Leo can't help but snort in amusement. "You're right. But it was less formal and more like... bragging about how many Krang hounds we could kill."

"Ah, I see... Well, we're lacking in those, so... goodbye."

He turns on his heel to leave.

"Hey, wait wait wait! Why the sudden interest?"

Donnie turns back around. He still looks anxious, but now Leo realizes it's more embarrassed than upset like he initially thought.

"Well, as you know, I am the current champion of the Lair Games."

"Heh, as if you'd let me forget."

"And I'm very eager to defend my title! And especially after his-slash-your nefarious tricks last time, I'm ready to grind Nardo to dust." He rubs his palms together with an unhinged glee, and Leo winces internally. Yikes. "But..." and there he stops, "Leo seems... reluctant to participate. We did not design the events with... one of us missing a limb in mind."

Ah, right. Hard to do a Handstand Hillbomb with only one arm. Even if they put things off until Leo's port and prosthetic were ready, he probably still wouldn't be experienced enough with it to do anything too taxing.

Leo could already imagine his younger counterpart had waved it off with a smile and a, "You guys have fun," and, "I'll be cheering for you." He would swing by his room later to check on him; for now he had another kid to deal with.

"So that's why you came to me?"

"I was hoping you might have some ideas for alternative events."

"Hmmm... I might be able to think of some." He grins. "On one condition."

Donnie looks wary. "What?"

"I get to play, too."

"What, so you can twist both my ankles this time!?" Donnie shakes his head. "Oh no. One of you is enough."

"Come on! It'll be fun."

"Doubt! And besides, the bylaws state that we can't add anyone to the competition."

"Ah-ah." He waves a finger. "The bylaws state that the competition is between Raphael, Michelangelo, Donatello, and..." He trails off, putting a hand on his plastron with a smirk.

Donnie's eyebrows are furrowed so hard they're at risk of smudging. "...You have out loopholed me, sir."

"Don't worry, I'll give you guys-"

"Do not."

"-a handicap."

"Groan! Why didn't I send Mikey to do this instead?"

"'Cause you love me." Leo gets up from the bed, walks over and catches Donnie in an affectionate headlock before he can flee. "Alright. Let's get brainstorming!"

#dandy fanfiction #2 arms left #2al propaganda #rise donatello #rise leonardo #future leonardo #lair games my beloved #not enough lair games shenanigans in rise fics #not that this is really that but anyway #VOTE FOR 2AL THE MOST WHOLESOME PEEPAW #I straight up did not proofread this so sorry if there are mistakes