Hey I have a question? How do you produce such high-quality gifs. It's so cool and I've been trying but it usually just doesn't come out well
Thanks! Iâve been making gifs for about 2 years, so Iâm by no means a pro. Sometimes it feels like Iâm just throwing things at the video until it looks the way I want it to look.
I didnât use any guides, so it took a lot of trial and error to learn. Just to compare, hereâs the first gif I ever made!
My advice for starting to get into gif-making is, you gotta really choose a media or character you love because the process is time consuming and it can be frustrating if it doesn't end up the way you wanted right away. Plus, youâre gonna stare at the same picture for like a loooong time. Over time, Iâve gotten a lot faster at making sets. Like that killua x start over gifset only took me an hour to make, but I barely edited that one. I normally spend a few days on each set.
I still donât completely get photoshop, so I donât feel like I can give a tutorial for it. But I do make a lot of gifs on my phone so hereâs a more in depth look at that.
For starters, I always get video footage in 1080P. Either download or record the footage you want to turn into gifs. Iâm gonna use Killua as an example. Hereâs a picture of what the clip looks like before Iâve done anything.
I find that the shorter the clip, the easier it is to make it smooth and crisp. This clip is only 5 seconds long. I try to keep my clips 5 seconds or shorter. I can do longer clips, but then Iâd have to shorten the frames used and the speed of the gif (frames per second), which I donât like doing. Next, I crop it. You want to crop before you start editing.
After that, I can start recoloring. Thereâs a couple good apps I like using for this. VideoDay and InShot are pretty good, but theyâre pay to use. The free one Apple provides in the photos app is good, too. Iâve got a different coloring style for most of my sets. But I mainly focus on making dark colors darker, making colors more saturated so they pop, and brightening the video. On VideoDay & Inshot you can find this setting under Filter. Then go to Adjust. This is what it looks like after boosting up the contrast, saturation, brightness, shadows, and definition. Mess around with different settings until you come up with something you like.
Now, I recolor it a second time with filters. Sometimes I use Inshot or VideoDay, but I mostly use the app ImgPlay. ImgPlay is what Iâll be using to actually turn this video into a gif. I use different filters depending on what colors I want to stand out. CL2 and HW3 are a couple favorites. For this set I use HW3. Then I added more contrast, saturation, and sharpened it as high as it could go.
Now that it looks pretty, time to make it move smoothly. Through a lot of trial and error, Iâve found that these settings work okay. I have it set to 90 frames for this clip. For frames, I usually try to keep it within 80-90 frames (or 30-80 if itâs a shorter clip). If I push it past that, like say 100 frames, itâll start to look blurry once I condense it.
For speed, I either use .04 seconds or .05 seconds. For frames per second, I always go with 20 FPS at least. This will push up the frame count, so youâll need to make the clip shorter. You can do that by using the slide bar or that little area with 9 squares in the top right corner.
Now itâs time to export! Just click on save and GIF size. Set the loop to infinity and size to 10 MB. Tumblr has a limit on GIF size, so it needs to be 10MB or under. You can also click on GIF dithering to make the colors blend a bit more.
And weâre done! Hope it wasnât too confusing and that I explained myself clearly! Thereâs a lot more cool effects you can do once you get the hang of video editing. This is by no means a strict guide or anything! Heck, even I donât follow this exactly and I try changing things around, seeing what works and what doesnât. Gif-making can be super fun, so I hope you keep at it! đđ
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iâll drive, iâll drive all night - part two
Katie McCabe x reader McCabe
(teen younger sister)
part 1 part 3
Trigger warnings: a lot of talk about sexual assault and self blame,references to self harm and minor reference to suicidal thoughts, overall just poor mental health
AN: Not the best writing, itâs more of just me trying to put my own feelings and experiences into words. Also i have dyslexia so spelling/grammar isnât the best sorry đ
You wish you never went out that night, most nights you stay awake wondering what would life be like if you didnât go out if you had just stayed home to watch katie play for ireland on tv like you had planned, if you had accepted your brothers offer to hang out for the day, if you hadnât needed to go to the bathroom that night, if you had worn something less âsluttierâ, if you didnât put on so much makeup.
You blamed yourself, how could you have been so careless, you know the risks of going to parties at your age with people who your barley knew nor trusted, if you had followed your mams rules it wouldnât have happened, if you werenât so stupid and ignorant youâd never had been in that position. You shouldnât have gone up the stairs with him trusting that he was just showing you to the bathroom, you knew better then that you should have known better.
Even now as your sat cuddling katie your head hidden away in her arms, tears streaming down your face, you can feel him, sense him, you know your being dramatic and it was your fault you knew this but it doesnât make the feelings any better, you pull apart from Katie suddenly feeling trapped, the air feeling quite thick making it even harder to breathe then it already had been, you were panicking now it felt like the world was caving in in you, like you was suffocating as though your lungs were caving in.
âbug can you hear me? sweetheart i need you to take a deep breathe in for me, come on breathe with me, watch my chest y/nâ.
Following katieâs words you watch as her chest rises up and down slowly, you notice her exaggerated breathes as she tries to get you to follow her breathing pattern, to try and get your breathing back to a healthy state, eventually after watching her chest for a few more minutes and having katie whispering soft words to you, stroking your forehead as she does so you, you can feel your breathing returning back to normal.
âWe donât need to speak tonight sweetheart, how about you go up to the spare room and just get some sleep, we can talk tomorrow alright?â
You agree instantly no longer wanting to talk to katie about what was happening, you werenât to sure that youâd even be able to explain to her what was going on in your mind, although your fairly certain she just about understood what you were referring to before you broke down.
âgo upstairs kiddo, iâll be up in two minutes just need to lock the house up alright and then iâll get you some clothes to get changed intoâ
Slowly you make your way upstairs, going into the bathroom to your face out, washing away any evidence that 10 minutes youâd been crying into your older sisters arms.
You look briefly in the shower, spotting the pink razer on the shelf, you donât use it in the way youâve been using razors recently instead you just stare at it, you want to use it so badly, so badly it almost hurts, you wanted to get away for a while, for everything to just go numb for a least a couple minutes
âY/n can i come inâ
The sound of Katieâs voice makes you jump dropping the razor into the sink as you do so. Youâd been so close, so close to using it, it scared you how easy it was for you to find things to hurt yourself, but also how easily it was for you to do it, without having a care in the world you could mark your skin permanently and that scared you in fact it horrified you, how easy it was for you to lose control.
Hearing the door click open, you turn around from facing the mirror looking at katie who was now stood in the bathrooms door way, leaning against the frame, she looked like sheâd been crying, because of you, your the reason sheâs upset you realise.
ây/n what are you doing?â
hesitant to answer you opt to look around the bathroom, noticing how itâs changed since youâd last been here, the once green walls were painted white and you noticed a newly added bath.
You want to avoid her worried expressions, the way she spots the razor in the sink and not on the shelf where she couldâve sworn it was left, your shaking hands.
ânothing sorryâ
Katieâs looks up at the ceiling taking a deep breath as she does so before focusing her attention back on you
âwhat were you doing with thatâ
she nods to the razor in the sink, keeping her eyes on you.
ânothingâ
Katie rolls her eyes at you, shaking her head.
âyou and i both know what you were going to do, iâm not stupid y/nâ.
Katieâs reply stumped you, not entirely sure if she wanted you to just say it outright or just acknowledge that yes you wanted to hurt yourself or if that was even what her assumption was.
âOkay you donât want to speak tonight i get it, youâve had a tough day, weâll speak tomorrow alright bug? iâm so proud of you for starting to speak to me earlier though, i love you goodnight y/n, remember im only next door and if you need me or you need anything at all donât hesitate to knock alright?â
she lets you know breaking the silence, her words hang in the air as she leaves the bathroom, although not before taking the razor with her.
~~~
Getting under the covers in Katieâs spare bedroom, you can hear her soft mumbling on the phone outside your room, you think sheâs talking to your mam about you, what she saw in the bathroom and the mess of what happened in her living room.
After awhile you heard katie end the call, you listened as the bathroom door opened and shut, as she turned all the upstairs lights off, as she paused outside your door for a few seconds and then eventually you heard the bedroom door click shut. The house going still and silent.
Once upon time the dark had scared you, when you were still little and innocent, when you thought that monsters lived under your bed so you needed your da to scare them away every night before bed, when your mam would tuck you up in bed in your pink dotted pyjamas and read you stories before giving you a kiss goodnight, turning your night lamp on and closing your door, youâd cry out for your mam or da to come and take you to their bed. Darkness scared you then, not anymore though instead it became something you craved, you lived for when everyone went to sleep and the house went dark and quiet.
It was the only time when you could truly think and feel every emotion of the day, when no one was there to judge you, sometimes you wish you could lay in the dark forever and never get up, sometimes you wish death would take you on your sleep, you wished that maybe this would be the last time you closed eyes, othertimes you remember your still a teenagers and life wonât be like this forever.
Laying in katieâs spare bed starring up at the ceiling you couldnât sleep, you lay awake in the dark replaying the events of that night over and over again, it was like this every single night, youâd replay your every action that night, what drinks you had, who you had been with, how you couldâve prevented it from happening and it always circled back to that same point you shouldnât have gone upstairs, you wish you could take it back, wish that you did everything differently, you wish so desperately you were that carefree kid with pig tails running circles around your siblings giggling without a care in the word.
~~~
The next morning was weird, youâd hadnât slept at all, this had become a common occurrence, in fact you wasnât sure when the last you had actually slept was, around 8am Katie popped her head round the door expecting you to still be sleeping having not been awake long herself.
Looking up she frowns at you âhave you actually been to sleep y/n?â she questions her frown becoming more evident.
you shake your head âno i canât sleep sorryâ you mumble back at her, avoiding her gaze.
Katie so desperately wanted to know what was going on with you, she wants to know why you canât sleep, why your getting into trouble constantly, and she needed more clarity on what you were trying to tell her last night, she already had an inkling to what you meant and it broke her heart, knowing that someone had stripped her babyâs sister innocence away from filled her with a kind of rage sheâs never experienced, how could someone do that to her? her carefree, loving, kind, beautiful sister.
âi came in to let you know that cait has practice today but iâm gonna stay home with you alright? we can have an open and honest conversation okay?â she says smiling up at you âand you donât ever need to say sorry for struggling, i love youâ.
You nod in agreement getting out of bed as you do so, following katie down the stairs.
walking down the stairs you wonder what the conversation will be like later, what sheâs going to say to you, what her reaction will be to you basically ruining your life, for spilt second you wonder if sheâll be angry at you, yesterday was the first time youâve ever seen her anger directed at you, she never shouted at you, not even when she was a moody teenager wanting to be alone she had always made time for you, played with you when the others said no, ma used to tease her for it ây/ns got you wrapped round her finger Katieâ sheâd say as you convinced her to play trains downstairs, you had been as close as siblings could be, even when she left and moved to london you were still close, visiting as much as you could and going to as many games as school allowed, you feel bad realising youâd never given any explanation to your older sister, you just stopped calling, stopped visiting, she hadnât done anything wrong you just didnât want to talk knowing that sheâd having you poring your little heart out in minutes of hearing her voice.
âMorning y/nâ caitlin shouts enthusiastically startling you âwould you like some toast? or cereal?â
âNo thanks iâm not that hungry sorryâ
this causes both caitlin and katie to frown, âyou didnât have dinner last night y/n and you probably didnât have lunch eitherâ Katie says butting in, you nod in agreement âi didnât but iâm just really not hungry katsâ you tell her sincerely not wanting to keep lying to her face.
âokay but your having something soon and i will not be taking no for an answerâ she lets you know giving you a pointed look.
~~~
You and Katie had had a pretty chill morning, neither of you yet to address the talk that was supposed to be happening. Katie had made you come with her to drop caitlin off at training stopping at Starbucks on the way home, despite the chill morning your nerves were at an all time high waiting for katie to start the questions, you knew you werenât going to get away with lies and so youâd gone through exactly what you wanted to say and how you wanted to say it.
it was around 12 when katie paused the tv show youâd been watching and came over to sit next to you calling coopurr over in hopes to give some comfort.
âMa wants you to come live meâ she lets out looking at your face for some kind of reaction, she had been expecting you to be angry, taking you away from your home, your friends.
Your not really sure what to say, you think moving away could help you, a fresh new start where no one knows you, you wonder if your ma was washing her hands of you, no longer wanting to be associated with the failure of daughter she now had, you wouldnât blame her if that was the case however the more rational side of you realised your mam didnât have a bad bone in her body and if she thought it would help you then youâd do it.
Slowly nodding your head you agree âi think a new start would help meâ you tell
her honestly.
Katie hasnât prepared for this answer, she thought youâd storm out, start shouting at her, she hadnt expected you to agree instantly with zero arguments.
The pair of you sit in silence for a few minutes, you were unsure how to approach the conversation that needed to be had and Katie didnât really know what to say, how to get you to open up to herâ
âTalk to me y/nâ
You donât want to talk, but parts of you know that youâd probably feel better if you did, it was something your ma had rammed into you from an early age, talking always helps.
âi donât know what to talk aboutâ
For once your being genuine , to much had happened since youâd last saw Katie, to many things were running round your mind that it was hard to pick one to talk about.
âHow about we talk about the partyâ
you wonder if she knew what had happened, you thought it was fairly obvious from what you said the night before, even so you agreeâ
âhe-h-he touched meâ you say barley above a whisper âi didnât want him to but he did and itâs all my fault im so sorry please donât hate meâ you sob out, fresh tears running down your face for what feels like the tenth time since youâve been in London.
Katieâs wraps you up in a hug as your tears continue to fall, everything that had happened coming back to you, everything youâd have built up coming out in tears streaming down your face.
The look on katieâs face was heartbreaking she already knew what you meant from what you said last night, she wasnât naive but hearing you say it aloud and blame yourself, apologising to her, killed her, knowing how long youâd kept it in blaming yourself what happened. How could someone do that to her baby sister, in her mind her sister was still that sweet little 8 year old, how could anyone do that to her, she was shattered, that night she had run through all the possibilities of what you couldâve meant hoping praying to god that you hadnât meant that, she was furious, furious with the boy, furious with herself for not spotting the signs, furious at the universe for putting her sweet baby sister through this.
âThank you for trusting and telling me baby, it wasnât your fault, it will never be your fault you didnât ask for it, what you were wearing or what you drank or how you behaved wasnât asking for it, you were just trying to have fun at a party with your friends, nobody deserves or is ever at fault for being taken advantaged of, it wasnât your fault y/n.
You want to believe her, you really want to believe that it wasnât your fault but you just couldnât it was like your brain was conditioned to believe that everything that ever went wrong in your life was your fault.
You think Katie gets at what youâre thinking.
âif someone came to you and told you what you told me, would you blame them? would you say it was all their faultâ
This leaves you feeling stumped because you know for a fact you wouldnât, youâd do everything in your power to make them know it wasnât their fault, to help them just like katie is doing now.
You just shake your head unsure of what to really say.
âExactly, look at me y/n you were 15 years old, trying to have fun on Tuesday evening like most teenagers do, it wasnât your faultâ.
For the first time since it happened you realised that maybe you werenât at fault, you started to believe your older sisterâs words because yes you had done some some things you shouldnât have done but you didnât deserve that.
Katie seemed to have realised that in the last minute or so youâd relaxed more, there were no longer tears running down your cheeks nor were you shaking as much.
âHow about you get some sleep y/n, i can tell your tired just close your eyes baby, iâm so proud of you for telling me y/nâ
Closing your eyes move over to her side resting your head on her lap.
âwill you stay?â you whisper up to her, she smiles and agrees.
âi love you y/n so much my baby sisterâ
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Hey!
Iâm really bad at explaining stuff so bare with me hahađ
I was thinking that reader is a virgin and has never even kissed anyone, then she starts dating Eddie and heâs her first everythingâŠ
Then someday while theyâre having sex, Wayne walks in on them and then he tries to talk to them about being safe and something like that đ
omg, this is so heavily inspired by my own experience...Are you in my walls? this is literally my experience with my current bf now...How did you know?!
Cw: This is NOT a fic about corruption kink. Angst, fluff, f!reader, readers first time (oral, fingering, p in v penetration) , reader and Eddie are 22. Happy ending đ€
Word count: 7.2k oops
The Sweet Days in the Shire | Eddie Munson x F!Reader
*Five years ago*
"I'm going to die alone," You groaned.
Were you being dramatic? Yes. But you were seventeen and truly felt like the most undesirable girl. No one had ever shown any interest in you. Your best guy friend, Eddie, was trying to convince you otherwise.
You had known Eddie since first grade but only got to know him once you went into tenth grade.
"Come on, don't be like that" Eddie spoke.
You were hanging out in the Shire, a.k.a. Eddie's bedroom, reviewing the new DND campaign, making sure there were no significant loopholes the others could get through.
"It's true! No guy had ever liked me like that, or if they have, they're all weird, and I don't like them back... Remember Lorne? He told me he liked me out of the blue when I hadn't spoken one word to him.'"
Eddie chuckled.
"It's not funny, Eddie! What was I supposed to say? I hardly knew the guy."
"I'm sorry. You're right. It's not funny." But he was still laughing.
"Ugggggggh," you rested your head back in defeat.
"So what if non of these shitty high school guys aren't interested? You're way out of their league."
"You're just saying that as my best friend."
"I'm really not. They are all douchebags or interested in anything other than getting a girlfriend."
"What about you?"
"What about me?"
"Where do you fall in that line?"
"I'm different." He smirked.
All you could do was roll your eyes. Of course, Eddie was different. He was Eddie. Your Eddie. Eddie, who you sprung a teeny tiny crush on within the last couple of months.
"I feel like such a loser, Eds. I'm seventeen and haven't even had my first kiss." You admit, softly.
"What?" This caught Eddie by surprise.
"You heard me." You mumbled.
"Impossible."
"Well, I'm not lying." You snap.
"Don't believe you"
"Well, you don't think I would have told you if some guy came up to me and planted one on me?" You folded into yourself. Succumbing to your self-depreciation.
Why didn't he believe you? Was it really that hard to believe that you were such a loser that no one has even ever tried to kiss you?
"Okayyy. So what if I helped you with that?" he pushed you back up.
"What?"
"I mean-shit- you obviously don't have to; you probably don't want to kiss me. We are just friends. But if you want to get it over with, you can...-I can help you." He rambled.
"Okay," You answered without thinking. You've wanted to kiss Eddie for months. You wanted him to be your first.
"Yea?"
You nodded your head, afraid of what might come out of your mouth next.
"Uh-okay"
You both shift, so you're facing one another. You don't move, unsure of how to approach this. Eddie was much more experienced than you. He probably already lost his virginity at this point. But the two of you never spoke about that.
So here you were, sitting on his bedroom floor, with your eyes closed, like a statue, until Eddie leaned in. You felt his warm, plush lips against yours. Butterflies soared in your stomach. It was just like everyone always described it to be. You felt the connection, that spark. The kiss felt like it lasted hours when, in reality, it was nothing more than a peck. But as far as first kisses go, you were convinced it was the best.
"Wow," you let slip when he pulled away.
Eddie chuckled softly and leaned back on the bed like nothing had happened.
Your stomach dropped at the realization that you and Eddie were, in fact, just friends. He didn't feel the connection you had.
"Thanks," you managed to get out without your voice cracking in disappointment.
"Anytime, Pip." He smiled and then went back to the DND campaign...
To add more salt to your wound, Eddie was arm-in-arm with Veronica a week later. Eddie had never even mentioned interest in her. You spoke every day. You never once hear him display any interest in a girl... another girl when not even six days ago he was kissing you in his bedroom. And that's when you decided to distance yourself from Eddie Munson.
*Present Day*
After a very long four years of college out of state, you were back in your hometown of Hawkins, Indiana. Freshly twenty-two, you finally blossomed into the young woman you were meant to be. At college, you got to find yourself and your people. Once you had found your confidence, you grew into yourself. You had got a haircut that flattered your face and styled yourself with clothes that made you feel comfortable and confident. Before, it used to be all-black jeans and band tees that hid your figure. But now you find wearing skirts, dresses, and colours even fun!
You used to be a late bloomer, but now you have gained many life experiences. However, you still need help in the love department. Your college years had been your party girl era, for sure. However, nothing ever went past a makeout session in the bar because you weren't like that... you wanted to have sex with someone you trusted, who you loved. Not some random stranger.
So here you were, back home in the early days of summer, and you were out job hunting. You'd been out on Main Street, in and out of stores, looking to see who was hiring, handing out your resume for about half an hour.
The sun was scorching for this time of year, causing you to start sweating and feel uncomfortable without air conditioning. As you walked by the local record store, you noticed they were advertising a job opening, and it felt like fate. You breathed a sigh of relief as you stepped inside the cool store. The door chimes jingled, announcing to anyone who was around that a customer had arrived. The store appeared empty, with not a soul in sight.
"Hello?" Your voice filled the empty air. "Hello?" You repeated once again a minute later with no reply.
"I'm here to apply for the job?" You peek around the back of the counter. As you looked over, you noticed a slightly open door. A figure passed by, but they didn't seem to notice you. As you looked over, you noticed a slightly open door. A figure passed by, but they didn't seem to notice you.
You respectfully waited a few more minutes but were becoming impatient. You decided to round the back of the counter and knock on the door labelled Staff Only.
"Excuse me." You knock and push it open a little further so you can see inside the staff room.
You notice a young man facing away from you, wearing headphones covering his ears. The loud guitar and bass sound emanates from the headphones. It's no surprise that he couldn't hear you.
"Excuse me?" You say a little louder, but it doesn't seem helpful. You sigh and walk up to him, hoping he doesn't take a swing at you for sneaking up on him.
Apprehensively, you tap the man's shoulder twice before stepping back quickly before they can react.
"What the fuck?" They rip off the headphones, and your stomach drops as you recognize the voice. Your prediction is confirmed as Eddie turns around with a frightened look on his face.
"You can't be back h-" He cuts himself when the reality of who he was talking to hits him.
"Eddie?" you cock your head in curiosity.
"Oh my God, Pippin?" he smiled brightly.
It had been four years since the last time you saw him. You briefly crossed paths in the hallways of Hawkins High, but the two of you hadn't spoken more than a sentence to each other since the day he kissed you. It was nice to hear his voice again.
"Hi," You smiled.
Eddie swore he heard angels singing when you spoke. You looked different, good, but different. More confident. More like yourself.
"What are you doing here?" He asked.
"Trying to apply for the job posting. I've been waiting ten minutes in the store calling out for someone like a moron." You giggled.
"Shit, sorry, I was just on my break." He scratched the back of his head, letting his bicep flex in his tight band tee.
You tried your best not to stare at him, but your attraction to Eddie lingered. He looked really good, having filled out more and grown out more facial hair than he had in high school. He still, however, had his pretty wavy locks. They were just a bit shorter than you were used to.
"Oh, sorry, I can come back later."
"No!" He blurted out. "I mean, it's really good to see you..."
"It's nice seeing you too; it's been a long time," you shy.
"Yeah" He sighed.
"So are you the person I need to talk to about the job or..." You try to fill the awkward silence.
"Shit, yeah, I guess so. I'm, uh, the manager." He cleared his throat.
"Wow, manager, very impressive! Moving on up in the world, Munson," You laugh.
"Watch is missy; you want the job or not?" He slung his arm around your shoulder and walked you back out to the front of the store.
You couldn't help the shiver that broke through your body when his arm made contact with you. It didn't help that he also smelled delicious.
"Well, if it means I get to work alongside you? ... Yeah, I want it," You flirt.
"Oh, I see buttering up an old confidant for a job." He smirked.
"Things with Eddie returned to normal as if nothing had ever changed. Like you never left. Like he never kissed you, then broke your naive teenage heart.
"Well, the job is yours if you want it." He smiled.
"Just like that?" You ask in shock.
"Just like that. I don't wanna go through all that paperwork and boring questions. I know you, trust you. It's full-time. $5.50 an hour. So it's yours if you think you can stand working with me daily."
"I think I can manage that."
"Great. We can start training tomorrow at 10:00am."
"Deal." You reached out to shake his hand, but Eddie only stared at it like you were crazy.
"Come on, Pippin, a handshake? Who do you think I am? Bring it in." He opened his arms up to embrace you in a hug.
Pippin. No one but Eddie called you that. It was a nickname he gave you in the tenth grade because you were smaller than him... He said Pippin was the best hobbit from his favourite book.
"You know I could have robbed the store, and you wouldn't have known a thing," you quip, trying to play off the way your breath hitched when you embraced him.
Your hormones would have to chill if you were going to work together.
"That's why security cameras were invented, sweetheart."
"Oh," You shied away. You weren't as clever as you had thought.
"I'll see you tomorrow," he guides you out the door.
"Bye, Eddie." You smile.
Over the next three weeks, you and Eddie picked up where you had left off all those years ago. Things were good, great even. The flame that had been blown out was brought back to life and hotter than ever. There was an extreme tension between the two of you.
However, you both were avoiding the elephant in the room. It was fine until it wasn't. It was eating at Eddie. He loved having you back, but needed to know why you left and ended the friendship.
You were stocking up the new supply of jazz cassettes that came in when you felt Eddie come up behind you.
"Hey, so -uh- what happened?" he leaned back on the shelving, as he crossed his arms.
"What do you mean?" you chirp. Did you do something wrong? Was the till not even?
"With us, I mean, one day we were best buds, and then the next you were just... gone. I really missed you."
Oh, so we are having this conversation. You knew it was inevitable.
"You mean you really don't know?"
"Know what?"
"God, men are dumb," you mumbled under your breath.
"Hey! I heard that"
"Good." You deadpan.
Eddie stared at you blankly.
"You kissed me, Eddie. That meant something to me. Then you were with Veronica a week later..."
"Woah, woah, woah, woah, woah, what?" Eddie's eyes went wide with confusion.
"Eddie..." You sighed. This conversation was giving you a headache.
"Pip, I didn't? I wouldn't. I-"
"Forget it, Eddie. It was a long time ago."
"Did you like me or something?" He genuinely asked.
"Or something," You mumbled back.
"Pip, I'm sorry I didn't know... I had no idea you liked me like that. I would have never offered to kiss you if I had known. I never wanted to lead you on."
"It's okay, Eddie. We were seventeen. I eventually got over it, but I had to not be around you to do that. I'm sorry I ran away... I missed you. Like a lot."
"Pip-" Eddie began, but a customer was ready to be rung up at the counter.
The rest of the day was busy, and your shift ended before Eddie's did today. So you quickly said goodbye and waited to talk to him the next day.
Eddie needed to make things right between you. What you had once was so good, and now it seems to be even better than before. Eddie was becoming infatuated with you. He got excited to go to work when you were on schedule. He loved making you laugh; seeing that beautiful smile across your face was his favourite pastime. He could have had that all these years, but it was all ruined for some hot piece of ass Eddie got for a few weeks in their senior year.
Eddie had met Veronica in his grade twelve English class. She was way out of his league, so when she agreed to go out with him, he was only thinking with his dick.
He was thinking about her and how she would be on his knees for him when he kissed you for funsies. He was not thinking about how it would have affected you. He was a selfish teenage boy being controlled by his hormones. Because of that, Eddie was now facing the consequences of his actions all because he wanted to get his dick wet in the twelfth grade.
âHey Pip, can I talk to you for a sec?â Eddie greeted you when he walked in for his shift mid-afternoon.
âSure whatâs up?â Things were a little rocky since yesterday and you didnât know where you stood.
God what was this so hard? Why did you make him nervous?
âI uh. I was hoping we could hang out⊠you know. Outside of work. If you wanted. I wanted to make up for being an ass.â
âYeah?â
âYeah.
"Okay." you smiled.
"Awesome! We are both off on Friday⊠I made sure.â Eddie said with a goofy smile. God, you were so falling for him again.
You and Eddie have been spending time together outside work every chance you have had for the past six months. He invited you to see your old high school crowd the first few times, and then it slowly became more one-on-ones. Unfortunately for you, your ever-growing crush on Eddie had come back and was stronger than ever.
You hated yourself for falling for him again, but you couldn't help yourself. He was just so charming, boisterous, funny, and not to mention the most attractive man you've seen. Eddie was a natural flirt; he always was throwing compliments your way. He always knew how to make you blush.
That evening during closing, Eddie offered you to come over to The Shire. a.k.a his trailer. After a long, tiring day, both of you wanted some relaxation. He suggested staying in and having a cozy evening with pizza, beers, and perhaps a little weed to escape the cold November weather.
As the night progressed, it began to snow, and a snowstorm was predicted for later in the evening.
"Do you want your usual order, Pip?" Eddie turned his head to glance at you. You were standing near the front door, taking off your hat, scarf, and jacket. As he was watching you, he got lost in your graceful movements. Suddenly, he realized he was staring at you and almost bumped into his fridge.
"Yeah," you shiver. You almost thought about putting your coat back on, but that would be silly. "Can I borrow a sweater or a blanket?" You asked sweetly.
"Of course, sweetheart." Eddie didn't miss the way your nipples perked out of your low-cut t-shirt when you wrapped your arms around yourself, trying to warm up, but it only emphasized your breasts.
"Where is Wayne tonight?" You asked.
"He has an overnight shift tonight; he probably just left not too long ago." He said as he disappeared into his bedroom to find you a clean hoodie.
"I'm sorry, I missed him; I haven't seen that guy in years." You huffed. You loved Wayne; he was like a second dad.
"Yeah, he keeps talking you up like I don't already know how amazing you are." He threw the black hoodie at your head.
"Hey!"
I just gave you my sweater and a compliment, I think you should be thanking me."
"Shut up and order the pizza before the storm, Munson." You laugh as you pull the sweater over your head.
You and Eddie settled in, splitting a six-pack of cheap beer and delicious pizza. You wanted to watch a movie after dinner, so Eddie found a few stashed away that he still had yet to return to Family Video.
"How do you feel about horror?" He wiggled his eyebrows.
"You know I don't like scary movies, Eds." You whine.
"Well, hate to break it to you, sweetcheeks, but this is all we got, so it's either this... or cable that will most likely be down within the next half hour if the weather keeps up." You glanced out the window, and if you didn't leave now, you were not making it home tonight. The storm had started a lot earlier than anticipated.
"Oh shit, it's awful out. I didn't think it would be this bad so soon! I should go... shit, I've been drinking, we both have! We can't drive!" You started freaking out.
"Pip, you can always crash here. I don't mind." He offered.
"Are you sure?" You twiddled with the drawstrings of the hoodie.
"Of course! You think I would let you go out there?"
"Well... no."
"We can share my bed". He said nonchalantly.
Was he insane?! You can share a bed... with him... you'll want to do things with him. You can't take the rejection again.
"Umm."
"Well, I would sleep on the pull-out couch by Wayne sleeps there."
"It's okay... we are both adults," You swallowed. "Hey, do you have any more beer?" You needed a drink. Desperately.
"Oh, so we are having one of those nights? Edie wiggled his brows at you, and you rolled your eyes in return.
"I need liquid courage for these movies you're going to put me through," You fibbed.
"Don't worry, Pip. I'll protect you."
Two movies and many screams later, you called it. You were maxed out on the spooky stuff. Halloween was long gone, and you were supposed to be in Christmas mode.
"You can get ready for bed first. I'll follow after. Eddie offered.
You slipped into Edie's hoodie and got under the covers, realizing the sweater was long enough to be worn as a nightgown. Eddie would be none the wiser that you had forgone pants.
You called for Eddie to enter, and he got ready for bed. You tried to pretend to occupy yourself as you watched Eddie get undressed and ready for bed. He pulled his plaid pyjama pants over his boxers and forgone a shirt.
There was tension in the air, but neither of you said anything. You held your breath as Eddie turned off the bedroom light and felt the bed dip as he got in.
"Pip?" Eddie broke the silence moments later.
"Yeah?"
"Can I ask you something?'
"Sure."
"Did you ever date anyone when you went away?"
"No"
"No?"
"Well...I went on one date, and he was shorter than me..." You laughed at how ridiculous it was. You didn't even like him, but you felt bad because you agreed to give him your number when you were out dancing one night, and you'd consumed a little too much alcohol.
"How is that even possible?"
"Well, you see, Edward everyone has different heights an-"
"No, you doofus," he laughed. "how is it possible you never dated anyone? You're beautiful." He says like itâs obvious.
Eddie made you feel fluttery when he called you beautiful.
âWhat?â
âYouâre beautiful, Pip," Eddie repeated. "Youâre a total catch; how are you still single?â
âGuess I never met the right guyâŠâ
âOh... " It was quiet for a moment then Eddie spoke again. "I know you always said you uh- wanted to you knowâŠ. Wait for the right guy and all⊠so have you slept with anyone since you were gone?â
âEddie!â you cry, covering your face with your hands. Youâre so mortified by this conversation.
âIâm sorry! Canât blame a guy for his morbid curiosity.â you could hear the smirk in his voice.
âI canât believe you remembered that. I mentioned it once six years ago.â
âI remember every thing when it comes to you.â
You felt his fingers intertwine with yours.
âEddieâŠâ you whisper.
âYeaâ
"Ask me again."
"Are you still a virgin?"
You let out a deep sigh before you answered. âIâve given it a lot of thought. And I want you to be my first.â you blurt out at a mile a minute.
âPippin-â
âJust donât go off with another girl next week or else Iâm going to have to quitâ you chuckle uncomfortably.
âAre you sure? Because if we start this Iâm never going to want to let you go⊠not ever again.â He rolled over to face you.
âIâm so sure, Eddie, youâre the only one Iâve ever wanted.â You rolled to face him.
You didnât know where this bravery was coming from. Maybe it was the combination of alcohol and being in the dark, but something sparked inside of you that you couldnât put out.
âCan I kiss you?â
âPleaseâ
You both moved in tandem as your lips collided. Years, months, weeks, days, hours, and minutes that all lead you to this moment, this perfect moment. Eddie and you always belonged together.
âI missed you so much,â Eddie spoke into your mouth as he shifted to hover over you.
âI missed you too. I missed you so much.â You grabbed for him, to touch and feel him. Your hands gripped his hair at the back of his head.
âBaby,â Eddie sat up and slinked his hands under his sweatshirt up your bare middle.
Baby. Goosebumps spread across your body from his touch. His calloused fingers lightly scratched your soft skin, and his hands travelled further up until his fingertips grazed your breasts.
âCan I take this off?â
âYes,â The temperature in the room suddenly increased, making you feel extremely hot. The hoodie you were wearing became suffocating.
âSit up for me, baby. Arms up.â You obliged and felt nervous that you were basically naked in front of Eddie. You pull your arms out of the sweater and cover yourself immediately.
âNo, baby, please, donât hide from me.â He gently peels your arms away from your body. âBeautiful,â He whispers with eyes full of lust.
You reached out to cup his face so you could kiss him again. You needed to distract yourself from the fact that you were naked in front of someone for the first time. Your kisses felt rushed and needy like you would die without them.
"Slow down, Pip, we have all the time in the world." Eddie coxed you back down into the plush pillows of his bed. "I'm going to take good care of you. okay?"
You nod your head yes to let him know you understand. The room was dark, but the street light peaked through the blinds. You could hear your heartbeat along with the howl of the wind from the snowstorm. You looked over to the clock. It read 12:18am. Wayne won't be home until early morning, at least 6:00am, especially in a storm like this.
Eddie leaned forward to kiss you again, travelling his lips down your body with each peck. His mouth found your neck, and he sucked on it, making your hips jerk up into him. You could feel his erection against your leg, which only excited you more.
He made his way lower once satisfied with the marking he left on your skin. He nipped and licked and peppered your sensitive chest before latching his mouth around a perked nipple. How Eddie fantasized about this very moment for months. To him, your boobs were perfect. The way your soft skin felt under his tongue, it was like they were made for him.
You let out a squeak, embarrassed by the noises you held back. You didn't know if this was normal? To want to make sounds while Eddie's mouth discovered your body.
"Don't be shy, baby. You can let it go. Get loud. I want to hear you."
"Are you sure, Eddie? Is that like... normal?"
"Oh god, yes, it's like music to my ears... Would it make you feel better if I shared with you what I like?"
"Yes."
"Okay, well." He clasped your hand, intertwining your fingers as he rested his chin on your upper stomach. "I like it when the person I'm with makes noises; it lets me know I'm doing well. I like it when the person I'm with takes compliments and praises. I like it when the person I'm with calls me certain names, but we will save that for another time. And I like it when I get to be in charge... like right now."
"What kind of names?" You bite your lower lip.
"Ah ah, naughty girl. You'll find out eventually. But not tonight." Eddie promised.
"Eventually?" your heart perked up with hope.
"You think this is going to be a one-and-done? You're sadly mistaken, Pip." He shifted his weight and started back up, loving your body. Worshiping it with a thousand kisses. Lower, lower, lower until he reached the hem of your plain black panties.
âHas anyone ever touched you here?â His hand cupped your panty-covered cunt.
âNo.â you shiver.
âIâm honoured to be your firstâ He slowly started to guide and move his hand over your clothed pussy, massaging it. Exploring what makes your body jerk and tick. You let out a gasp as his soft touch grazed over your already swollen clit.
"That's my girl." he cooed as his hand travelled up and under the hemline of your underwear.
His hand slid down your soft, manicured mound before finding your slit. He let one singular finger travel down your clit to collect the wetness that had pooled and dragged it back up to play with you some more.
"Oh my god," You yelped as the unfamiliar but wonderful feeling of Eddie's hands explored your body.
"You're so wet, sweetheart. This all for me?" He raised his hand to examine the clear, wet, slippery substance that coated his fingers. He then stuck his fingers in his mouth before his eyes rolled back into his head. He moaned at the taste of you.
You were curious if you should be turned on or grossed out by Eddie's behaviour. "You taste like heaven." He praised you, and your body ultimately decided for you. You were turned on.
"Please touch me," You barely whisper. You bravely started to take off your panties when Eddie's hands stopped you.
"That's my favourite part." His hands replaced yours, and he watched intently as he stripped you down into nothing.
You were now fully naked in front of Eddie. You were a bit nervous, but not overly concerned. You trusted Eddie because you've gotten to know each other better over the past six months.
"My god, you're beautiful," He praised once again. You don't think you will ever get tired of him saying that. Your heart soared each time without fail.
"So are you," You whispered back and swore you saw Eddie blush.
Eddie's hands found your needy pussy once more. He wiggled his way down the bed, and he played with your clit until his face was level with your cunt. You felt so exposed you wanted to close your legs right away. But you also wanted to know what it felt like to have Eddie's mouth on your most intimate area.
"Show me how you play with yourself."
This shocked you, and your body froze. How could he ask you to do such a crass thing? Eddie sure was pushing a lot of your boundaries tonight.
"Come on, sweetheart. It's okay, perfectly natural."
You didn't want to disappoint him, so with a trembling hand, you started to circle your clit like always. The feeling started as a mild ache in your lower stomach, but it began to rise as you continued. Your worries and apprehensions slowly drifted away as the feeling of pleasure wafted through your body.
"You never push your fingers inside?" Eddie was mesmerized by the sight in front of him.
You shake your head no. "Doesn't feel right." You were too afraid to finger yourself in the past, not wanting to push the limits; you knew how to please yourself from clit stimulation alone.
"I'm about to change that." Eddie replaced your hand with his mouth, and you cried out in pleasure. This new feeling of something hot and wet consuming your pussy made your eyes involuntarily roll back into your head.
"Yes, good girl, let me hear you." He latched his mouth back onto your clit. His tongue circled and flicked your swollen bud until you were on the edge. You were so close, then his finger slowly entered you, and that took on a whole new feeling. His fingers were longer and wider than your own. He stretched and reached further than you have ever experienced.
"Holy shit!" You cried as his fingers pushed deep inside you. Eddie was careful to go slowly. His middle finger pumped in and out of you before he added another. As his finger worked inside of you, you felt a wave of pleasure from a spot you hadn't ever felt before. It made you cry out embarrassingly loud.
"Ohhhh, good job babygirl." He chuckled smugly. Eddie knew that he had found your one spot that would make you see stars. So, he continuously grazed over it again and again.
You didn't know what was happening to you; your body was undulating under Eddie's touch. He struggled to keep your hips pinned down as he continued to devour your pussy. You couldn't think; you couldn't form words. Your brain had gone into a cloudy haze that focused only on your body and how Eddie was making you feel.
No wonder everyone raved about sex.
"Eddie, Eddie, Eddie" You didn't even know you were talking.
âThatâs it, baby, say my name.â
"Eddie!" Your body clenched, and every muscle in your contract as your orgasm ripped through you. Waves of pleasure pulsed as Eddie's mouth and fingers continued to massage your pussy.
"Mmmm, that's my girl. You did so good for me." Eddie praised, and your stomach did another flip-flop at his words.
"You think you want to keep going? Or do you want to stop? You don't need to worry about me. This is all about you, Pip. Okay?"
"I want to keep going." Your voice sounded breathy, like it wasn't coming from you.
"You're sure?"
"Yes, Eddie, I want you to fuck me. Please," you squirmed.
"God, I love hearing those words from your mouth." Eddie bent down to kiss you once again.
.As he kissed you, his mouth had a tangy and slightly salty taste. He explored your mouth with his tongue, just as he had moments before with your lower lips.
"I'm going to go get a condom, okay?" He whispered again to you.
"Okay," you bit your lip with anticipation.
You watched as Eddie shuffled on his knees off the bed to his nightstand and grabbed a blue cardboard box out of his stuffed drawer. He pulled out the foil packet and pulled down his pants and boxers. Your eyes bludged at the sight of Eddie's cock. Sure, you knew what a penis looked like. However, this was your first time seeing one in real life.
"No need to be scared, Pip." Eddie gave a reassuring smile.
"Okay, Eddie," You whispered.
"You can touch me if you want?" He walked over to the bed, cock at full mast. You slowly nod your head and reach out to feel it. Obviously, it felt hard, but you were surprised by the soft skin that felt like velvet.
Eddie made a whimpering sound as your delicate fingers grazed the red tip. You jerked back your hand, afraid you'd hurt him.
"No, no, Pip," Eddie stutterd. "You're okay; it just felt really good s'all."
"Oh," you blushed. Amazed at yourself that you made him feel really good.
"Shit, okay, I'm going to put the condom on now, okay?"
"Okay," you repeated like a parrot.
"Can you lay back for me?" Eddie crawled back up on the bed and over you once more.
You popped back down, and Eddie giggled at your eagerness. He wanted to make this perfect for you, but in your mind he already had. He wanted it to be the least painful he could make it. Hopefully, your orgasm will have helped with that.
"This may hurt a little, but I'm going to go slow, and if you need me to stop or pull out, you tell me, okay?" Eddie's face had never been so serious.
You nod your head.
"No, Pip. I need your words. I need you to tell me you understand. It's important."
Oh.
"I'll let you know if I need to stop. I promise."
"Good girl."
You sucked in a breath and bit your lip at his words. Eddie took a mental note about your reaction. He would tuck it away and save it for later.
"You're already wet enough, I think. I'm going to try and put it in now okay?" Eddie kissed you tenderly and you replied.
The feeling was odd. You felt like you were being split open as your walls burned from being stretched the furthest they have ever been.
"Oh god," Your face scratched as Eddie went in deeper.
"You okay? I can stop"
"No, I can do this. Just stay there a minute." Your body needed time to adjust.
"It's okay," Eddie cooed. He peppered your cheeks with small kisses as he waited for further instructions.
"Okay, I think I'm okay." Your vagina was still tight, but it wasn't as bad as a few minutes ago.
Eddie made sure to be as gentle as possible. Even though it was killing him to not just ram into you repeatedly. Your soft, warm walls were squeezing him so good, too good.
Eventually, after what felt like an hour, Eddie finally reached the hilt. You never felt so full. The feeling was strange yet exciting.
"I'm going to move now, okay?"
He was so patient and kind; you never imagined your first time to be so guided and full of communication. You thought it would just be like boom, stick it in and start. But, no. Not with Eddie.
As Eddie started to rock his hips, the burning started to ease into pleasure. Your hips started moving and rocking with Eddie's body, and you worked together to feel pleasure. Your instincts took over as your thoughts started to numb.
"That's it, baby, fuck, you're making me feel so good." Eddie praised.
"Mmmmm," Was all you managed to get out.
Eddie took that as a sign he could go faster. Thank god he did because the moans that came from you were sinful.
"Yes, baby, be as loud as you want," Eddie commanded before latching his mouth back on the sweet spot he found earlier.
A high-pitched ""Uhhhhhnhhhh" left your mouth as you became more and more cockdrunk by the second. His thick long cock was grazing your walls, finding your g spot that he had reached earlier in the night. Making you yell out his name.
"That's it, baby girl; tell me, who owns this pussy?" Eddie gritted through his teeth, and his pulsing cock pounded into you.
"W-what?"
"Sorry, shit, sorry I got carried away." Eddie kept his rhythm as he forgot that this was your first sexual experience. He couldn't wait to teach you about all his little desires. "you're doing so good for me."
"o-okay"
Your nails lightly scratch up Eddie's back, making him shiver. You then run back down and grab onto his ass. You hugged him like a koala bear, refusing to have this feeling he was giving you to go away. You were so blissed out by it all.
"God baby, I don't think I can hold out much longer," Eddie puffed. His hips never break the rhythm he set.
"Please," you didn't know what you were begging for? You just need him.
"I got you, baby girl; you're being so good for me" Eddie felt your pussy clench down at his words of praise.
"Come on, baby; I know you can give me one more," His hand slipped between you two and found your clit once again. You were so overstimulated that with just a few mild touches, you were falling apart, beneath Eddie.
"Oh fuck, you're squeezing me so good" Eddie tried to hold off, to keep going, to keep fucking you, but he couldn't. Your pussy was so tight around his cock he emptied himself into the condom that was buried inside of you.
Your head felt like it was spinning; your body was limp and racing with those feel-good hormones.
"I'll be right back." He kissed your cheek before getting up off of you after he caught his breath, got rid of the condom and cleaned himself up before returning with a wet cloth for you. But when he returned to the bedroom, you were fast asleep.
He laid the damp cloth on the back of his desk chair and brought the covers back up over the both of you before pulling you into his chest to cuddle you until he fell asleep.
The next morning the snow had finally stopped, and the bright sunlight had peaked its way through the slits of the cheap blinds that hung in the window.
Eddie heard footsteps outside the bedroom door in his hazy, half-asleep state. He peeked in an eye to see you sprawled out comfortably in his bed. He lifted covers to see your still naked body that he didn't really get to see last night due to the pitch black. He could see the marks he had made more clearly as they had gotten darker within the night.
He couldn't help himself. Here you were naked, sleeping with him in his bed; he just had to touch you. He kissed up the side of your exposed neck, marking the other side that had been left untouched. You moaned and squirmed, then giggled when Eddie's hair tickled you.
The reality of where you were hit the second you awoke.
"Oh, Eddie," You softly moaned.
"Good morning, baby," Eddie rolled on top of you, his morning wood more hormonal than ever.
" 'Morning," you smiled, tucking a piece of hair behind his ear before Eddie nuzzled his head behind the small of your neck.
"So I was hopin' that you'd want to go out with me, officially... or whatever?" He cleared his throat. His morning voice was so sexy.
"Or whatever?" you smiled back up at him.
"Or wha-"
"Hey, Ed's, I'm finally back-Holy hell!-" Suddenly, Uncle Wayne was walking into the bedroom, and you were screaming, trying to cover yourself, and Eddie was trying to cover as much of you as he could.
Wayne was mortified as he shut the door behind him as quickly as possible.
"Put a sock on the door next time you have company, Kid!" Wayne shouted, flustered as ever.
Eddie barked out a laugh, and you couldn't be more embarrassed.
"Oh my god, I can't go out there? Do you think I can fit through the window?" You asked Eddie before covering your face with your hands.
"Come on, Pip. I'm sure he didn't see anything; probably only saw my pasty ass." He got up and pulled you along with him.
He found your folded clothes on the chair where you had left them, but when you went to put on your underwear, they were nowhere to be found.
You got dressed without them, and Eddie pulled you out of his room hand in hand to Face Wayne.
"So I guess it was your car all covered in snow." Wayne shifted uncomfortably in his chair as he sat at the kitchen table with a cup of black coffee. "There uh- coffee for the both of ya's if you want." He offered.
"Thanks." You tugged at your sleeve, not knowing what to do. Should you leave? Should you stay? Can you leave? The show was up to your knees.
"Better make yourself comfortable; the plows will take a while to get to this side of town." Wayne made the decision for you. Eddie guided you to the kitchen table and pulled out a seat for you.
"Wayne, you remember Pippin, don't you?" Eddie smiled brightly as he got you two mugs.
"Of course I do." He smiled genuinely this time. The awkwardness was lifting.
Eddie didn't need to ask how you took your coffee. He remembered two creams and two sugar. He once said it was too sweet, just like you.
"Thanks," you smile up at him as he places your coffee before you.
"I was wondering when the two of you would finally get together... Ever since high school, I've been bugging this one," He motions to Eddie, " To get his head out of his ass and to lock you down already."
"Took him long enough, you giggle"
"Now I know you two are adults, but I don't need no little munson babies running around here just yet, so you better be safe-"
"Okay, okay, Old man, we get it. We have already had this uncomfortable talk once when I was fifteen. I don't need it again."
"Fifteen?!" your eyes blog you're off your head.
"What can I say? The ladies love them some, Eddie." he smiled cockily.
You lightly pinch Eddie's arm, so he shuts up.
"Hey!" Eddie rubbed his bicep.
I knew I always liked you." Wayne tipped up his mug to you with a smile. "keep him in line."
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Spy x Family CODE: White - FULL MOVIE SUMMARY [SPOILERS]
Now that I've finally read through the entire novelization of CODE: White, I'm ready to share a full summary of everything that happens - basically spoil the whole movie for those interested đ
But before I get to the summary, a few notes:
I didn't translate every line from the novelization as that would have taken way too long. I go into more detail for scenes I was particularly interested in (like Twiyor scenes), or scenes that were easy to translate. But I still made sure to mention everything that's important to the story. If I gloss over some parts more than others, it's either because they were difficult to translate, or I didn't think they were that important. But even so, the "summary" still ended up being way longer than I anticipated!
I have not seen the movie myself yet, so everything in the summary below is based on the novelization only (of which there were two versions released, with slight differences between them). Obviously the novelization is an accurate adaptation, but there is a chance that a few things are different between the novelization and the actual movie, and/or the novelization may have left out some dialogue or minor scenes.
And lastly, it goes without saying but BEWARE OF MAJOR SPOILERS BELOW! Not only that, but please be considerate of where you share these spoilers. Remember to properly tag this post if you reblog it and think twice before you share any of this information on other social media. Most people don't want to be spoiled to this degree!
Again MAJOR SPOILERS BELOW!
The movie starts with an introduction to the characters â we see Twilight carrying out a mission where he has to disguise himself as someone's wife. Meanwhile, Yor is doing an assassination mission. They both come home at the same time and are greeted by Anya. Bond has a vision of Anya and Loid getting sick from Yor's cooking, so Anya suggests that Loid cook instead.
At Eden, Henderson tells the students about the cooking contest and how the principal will be the judge. Loid is on the roof, reading Henderson's lips. A falcon flies overhead and drops him a note with an F cipher. He goes to meet with Sylvia at one of the WISE hideouts. She informs him that she has another big mission for him, but when he objects that he couldn't take on something so big in the midst of Operation Strix, she hands him a photo of a man and child. She explains that the man is Major Depple of the Army Intelligence Department who has a lot of important people backing him, and since they hadn't made enough progress with Operation Strix, the higher-ups decided to pass it onto him.
As Loid leaves, he bumps into Fiona. Her hat gets blown away with the wind and he reaches to catch it, just as Yor and her coworkers are across the street. From where Yor sees them, it looks like Loid is kissing "the mysterious woman." Loid and Fiona have a fake conversation â he compliments her hat, she says it was made overseas, etc â while they're actually doing their secret "spy talk" (like they did when she first visited him at home). He tells her what's happening with Operation Strix, and she tells him that she had tried to warn him that it shouldn't have been left up to ordinary citizens who don't know anything, and that she should take on the wife role. Meanwhile, Camilla and co. tell Yor about the three signs of cheating: one, an increase in travelling; two, a change in clothing taste (to match the taste of his new lover); and three, suddenly giving gifts (because he feels guilty).
Later that evening, Yor is still feeling anxious about Loid's possible "lover." When Anya gets home, she tells them about the cooking competition. Loid recalls from his data that the principal's favorite is the melemele pastry. If Anya could get a stella from the competition, that could help get him back into Operation Strix. He says that he read in the school newspaper that the melemele in Frejis is supposedly the best, so they should go there and try it for themselves via a family vacation over the weekend. Yor thinks back to the "increase in travelling" sign of cheating that Camilla told her about. Loid tells her that only families are allowed at the Frejis restaurant they're headed to, so she decides to go, though she's still conflicted about whether this is actually a sign of cheating or not.
They have some family time on the train to Frejis, though Loid still makes Anya study. They play cards and get food (Anya has a corn dog, Yor has a sandwich, Loid has a hamburger). After coming back from the bathroom, Anya notices a key by one of the sinks. Bond is with her, and through him she sees a vision of the future â in the vision, she goes to car 8 and opens a trunk with the key while overhearing two men mention that it's a key to a treasure of the Republic.
Back in the train car, Loid brings up Anya's terrible handwriting while Yor mentions that they had practiced handwriting the other day. Loid says that Yor's motherly side is really coming out, which causes Yor to get flustered and makes her think that it's not her skills as a mother he could be dissatisfied with but perhaps her skills as a wife. She gets even more flustered when she notices a couple across the way kissing and starts nervously moving her lips, to which Loid asks if something's wrong. She stammers that her lipstick didn't warm up and is itchy, then says she's going to look for Anya since she's taking a long time.
Meanwhile, Anya and Bond find the luggage compartment and locate the trunk from Bond's vision. When Anya goes to grab it, Bond tries to stop her. At first she thinks that she shouldn't just do whatever she wants with other people's stuff, but then she remembers that the men in the vision said it was a treasure of the Republic, a treasure that could possibly help achieve world peace. She opens the trunk and is disappointed to find just a chocolate in it. But when she hears the two men, Domitri and Luca, open the door, she gets startled and accidently knocks the chocolate out of the trunk. It bounces off of Bond's nose, and when she tries to grab it, it falls into her mouth. She hides when Luca and Domitri come in to look for the trunk.
They describe the ship sticker on it, and when they find that it's been opened and the chocolate stolen, they say they're going to kill whoever took it so the secret won't get out. When Anya accidently makes a noise, the men take notice. Domitri takes a flower out of his pocket and points it towards the dim light in the car, saying that his "flower fortune telling" will tell him who's hiding. They then notice Anya escaping into car 7 and give chase. They lock her in car 6, but when she starts screaming for Papa and Mama, Yor breaks open the locked door. She asks Anya who the two men are and Anya says that they're chocolate thieves who were being mean to her. Yor beats them up (after telling Anya to cover her eyes) just as the train arrives at Frejis station (Anya seems to feel bad that she sicced Yor on them when she was the actual chocolate thief). When they get off the train, Loid says that they should start heading to their destination (as Yor starts building a snowman). After they get their luggage and leave, Luca and Domitri emerge from the car they were in and say they need to contact the colonel.
The shop that has the melemele is called "Restaurant Rubble and Bonds." Since pets aren't allowed in the restaurant, they leave Bond outside when they go inside to eat. After ordering food along with the melemele, the waitress tells them that they're getting the last melemele. Bond watches them from the window, but then a waitress comes over and feeds him the special pet plate, which he happily eats. As the Forgers are eating, Loid tells Anya that she shouldn't eat with her hands, and that using a knife and fork are proper manners. Yor watches and notices the turtleneck sweater Loid is wearing, which makes her realize it's something that he never wears. She then thinks of Camilla's second sign of cheating, a change in clothing taste. The chef comes over and tells them how the war in Frejis was mostly fought in the sky, and the aircraft displayed at the front of the station belonged to a two-man team famous for shooting down planes during the war.
There's a brief scene where Yuri overhears his coworkers at the SSS talking about Frejis, and he of course wants to go since he knows Yor is there now. But the boss won't let him, so he makes a bit of a scene.
Back at the restaurant, the chef continues to talk about the war and how he lost everything at that time. His decision behind making a restaurant catering to families was so people could experience the homemade food that he remembered his mom used to make. Loid can't help but relate the chef's backstory to his own. The melemele is finally ready and brought to the table.
Just as Anya is about to dig in, Colonel Snidel and some other soldiers enter the restaurant. The waitress and chef try to tell them that only families are allowed, but Snidel says that the military have authority in this area, even when it comes to food, and could close down the restaurant if they wanted to. They order the melemele, and when they're told that there isn't any left, one of the soldiers takes the melemele from Anya. Loid politely tells the soldiers that his daughter was really looking forward to eating it and if they could possibly order a different dessert. Snidel asks if they're tourists that came here to eat the melemele. Loid replies that they travel around trying delicious food. Snidel challenges Loid to a competition â if Loid wins, he'll give them back the melemele. The competition involves trying the three cakes that were placed on the table and correctly naming every type of sugar in them. Even though Loid correctly names them, Snidel also mentions the exact number of grams, making his answers the most accurate. Everyone's bummed that Loid lost, but he says that they could try coming back again. However, the chef tells them that they won't have more until Monday, which is when the Forgers have to be back in Berlint for the cooking competition. Yor asks the chef that if they provide their own ingredients, would he make it for them, and he agrees.
The Forgers go to the Frejis marketplace to get the ingredients from the list that the chef provided. Having already memorized the list, Loid moves at super speed to every shop and quickly finds most of the ingredients. When he goes looking for the orange syrup, a man from a cosmetic shop asks if he'll buy one of the many lipsticks there for his wife. He picks one out, mentioning how back on the train Yor had said that her lipstick wasn't working out and if this one is a nice color. She's embarrassed at first, but then agrees that it's a nice color and acceptsâŠbut then she's reminded of Camilla's last sign of cheating: suddenly giving a gift (meanwhile Loid is just thinking how putting on the happy couple appearance is part of the mission). With all three signs of cheating having taken place, Yor says that she's going to the bathroom and dejectedly walks away. Loid wonders if she's just tired from the trip and if she'll be okay. Anya then calls Loid over to a shooting game booth that has the orange syrup as one of the prizes. After attempting the game and failing, Anya reads the booth owner's mind and realizes it's rigged. Loid gets suspicious as well and is able to masterfully shoot down the orange syrup while also exposing the owner's scam.
Loid is ready to look for the last ingredient, but then Anya runs off to ride the mini train. Yor rejoins them, having put on the lipstick while she was in the bathroom. Loid says it suits her and asks if she'd like to get a drink somewhere. They go to a café booth where Loid orders coffee. But Yor, thinking how she needs to confirm the whole cheating thing with Loid and can't open up without the help of alcohol, orders several cups of heated wine. She finally gets drunk enough to ask Loid if he has a lover.
From the train, Anya looks over to see Yor grab Loid's scarf and pull him to the ground. Anya freaks out about "Papa and Mama flirting." They're both on the ground now, with Yor hovering over Loid before she finally passes out. She wakes up on a bench, where Loid asks if she's okay. She apologizes for what she did, but thinks that Loid will definitely want a divorce after what happened. When Anya reads her mind, she thinks of what Becky told her about divorces and how they cause families to fall apart. She then hears the ferris wheel attendant calling for people to ride, saying that it'll be a happy, "flirty" experience. Anya tells Loid and Yor that she wants to ride the ferris wheel, but then ushers them onto the gondola without joining them, much to their surprise. She tells them to get "flirty," to Loid's dismay. Yor tells Bond to look after Anya.
Yor realizes that she must look really bleak right now and it's making Anya worry. Loid asks if she's okay and she again apologizes for her behavior earlier. Loid replies that she's been acting weird for a while, causing Yor to finally admit that she saw him with his "lover"âŠsomeone with a large hat. Tears start welling in her eyes, so she covers her face with her hands to hide them. Realizing that the person she's referring to was Fiona, Loid explains that she wasn't a lover, just someone who needed directions to the art museum. Feeling embarrassed about her mistake, Yor looks away from Loid and out the window. She sees Anya and Bond below, the former waving happily at her. Yor waves back before mentioning if Loid could want a divorce, to which he light-heartily replies "no way." Yor says that she's lacking in a lot of ways, not just as a mother but as Loid's wife. Loid then takes her hands in his, looks straight into her eyes and reminds her of the promise he made via their marriage proposal.
He says the marriage vows again before stating that he has no intention of breaking his promise. As Loid gets closer to her, Yor's face reddens and her heart races until she finally breaks â she smacks Loid on the cheek, sending him flying out of the gondola (which had reached the ground). But he adjusts himself in midair and lands gracefully on his feet. Yor grabs their belongings from the gondola and hurries out. Upon seeing Loid's swollen cheek, Anya panics that Papa and Mama were fighting and the Forger family is over. Loid and Yor object to this, with Loid saying that they weren't fighting. Anya then says that they were flirting, but they object to that as well, faces red with embarrassment. Anya just grins at them.
The clock tower bell chimes, signaling 5 o' clock. When Loid muses that it got so late already, Yor apologizes that it was due to her passing out from drinking too much. Loid asks if she and Anya will go back to the hotel while he gets the remaining ingredient, cherry liquor. He thinks to himself how it's something rare that would not likely be sold at a store, so he'd have to get it through illegal means, which means that Yor and Anya can't accompany him.
Snidel gets out of his military vehicle in front of a flying battleship. He's greeted by several soldiers who tell him that route negotiations with the Arbo Republic have ended and adjustments to Type F have been completed. Snidel suddenly shoots and kills one of the operations leaders, claiming he's a traitor who leaked military information to WISE. Luca and Domitri then arrive and inform him that the microfilm was eaten.
Meanwhile, Sylvia meets with a bunch of WISE agents at their Berlint hideout. She tells them that they lost contact with their Frejis agent, suspecting that Snidel has taken action. She says that if the microfilm reaches the Arbo Republic, it could lead to an all-out war between the East and West. She doesn't think their agent had gotten the microfilm, but she knows Twilight is currently in Frejis, so he may be their only hope. She orders a couple of the male agents to meet with Twilight at Frejis and get the microfilm. However, Fiona interrupts and requests that Sylvia leave the mission to her instead. Sylvia objects, but Fiona is already leaving the room and on her way, thinking over and over to herself "A mission with senpai, a mission with senpai, a mission with senpaiâŠ"
Back at Frejis, Loid looks everywhere for the cherry liquor â he sneaks into a moonshine factory and even the wine cellar of a wealthy man, but still can't find it. He calls Franky at his tabacco shop in Berlint, inadvertently interrupting Franky's flirting with a pretty girl. He asks Franky if he can get the cherry liquor and that he needs it by tomorrow morning. Franky says he'll try but it would take him half a day to even get to Frejis, but Loid had already hung up.
At the hotel, Yor unpacks while Anya admires the hotel amenities ("Hotel TV!" "Hotel toilet!" "Hotel bed!") She then takes her toys out of her bag â among them are crayons, a sketchbook, a rubber duckie, and a toy gun. She pretends to shoot Bond with the gun, then points the gun at Yor and asks if she's the "boss." At first Yor is uneasy about partaking in Anya's game, but then she gives in and pretends to be the boss who wants the treasure. This makes Anya even more fired up and she says "Let's battle, polite lady boss!" The three of them continue playing.
Loid returns to the hotel and finds Anya's drawings of the ferris wheel and shooting game booth on the table. Anya's sleeping on the sofa while Yor puts a blanket over her. Loid says that he's going out again because he found the liquor at a neighboring town. Since it's a bit far, he's taking a car that he's borrowing from the hotel. Anya wakes up and calls Loid a liar since he said he would be back soon but came back so late. He apologizes, but then she reads his mind as he thinks about the fact that if Anya doesn't get a stella soon, Operation Strix and their family will be over. Anya says she wants to come along with Loid, but when he turns her down, she sadly goes back to the bedroom with Bond. When Loid starts to leave, asking Yor to take care of Anya, Yor asks him how many seats there are in the car he borrowed. He answers five. She then asks if they can all go together, since it's a family trip.
In the bedroom, Anya hugs Bond while thinking about the sad state of the family. Bond suddenly has a vison of the cherry liquor behind the cash register of a store at the plaza. At first Anya wants to tell Loid about it, but then she thinks that her secret would be revealed if she did (Loid would say "How did you know that? You can read minds? And Bond can see the future?") After realizing she can't tell him about it, she looks towards the window...
Meanwhile, Yor tells Loid how happy it made Yuri to be with her all day for special occasions like birthdays and family outings, and that it's the same with Anya. Loid thinks back to how happy Anya was when they were doing things together on the trip, such as playing trump, playing in the snow, and eating at the restaurant. He picks up the toy gun on the table and thinks back to how grateful Anya was for being able to play "spy" at the old castle. As he returns the gun to the table, Yor tells him how Anya was looking forward to so many things on this family trip, like eating sweets and playing together. She says she understands Anya's feelings since she's made Yuri feel lonely before. She tells Loid that Anya was really looking forward to being with him and how lonely it is to be separated from your family. She asks again if they could all go together to get the liquor at the next town, even though it's passed Anya's bedtime. When he starts thinking of the possible harm of bringing Anya with him, he pushes those thoughts aside and agrees with Yor.
Suddenly, room service knocks at the door. When Yor says that she didn't order any, Loid looks through the peep hole and sees Fiona disguised as a maid. He then says that he forgot to order a large bathrobe and steps outside. In the hotel corridor, he asks Fiona why she's here. She repeats "room service" while actually saying "it's a mission" in spy talk. Loid says that she can talk normally since it's just the two of them, and asks if she could be quick since he's also on a mission. She starts blabbering internally about how she's alone with him â LOVE!
Back in the room, Yor hears a noise from the bedroom, and when she goes to look, the window is open and both Anya and Bond are gone. Meanwhile, Fiona explains the mission about the microfilm to Loid. When she mentions Colonel Snidel, Loid thinks back to his encounter with Snidel and the military back at the restaurant. Yor suddenly comes out of the room and tells Loid that Anya ran away through the window. She had left a note behind, but when Loid goes to read it, the handwriting is extremely messy â he can make out the word "sorry" (misspelled).
Anya and Bond arrive at the shop in the plaza from Bond's vision. She buys the bottle of liquor and happily walks with Bond back to the hotel, thinking that now the Forger family will be okay. At the same time, the military is looking for girls that match Anya's description, using a picture that Luca drew of her. Bond starts barking when he notices Luca and Domitri pull up in a car behind Anya. Anya and Bond try to run away, but Luca pulls Anya into the car. Bond bites Luca's arm but gets pushed away. As they drive off with Anya in the car, they run over a can in the road that hits Bond in the head. Bond howls sadly as he watches the car disappear. Back at the battleship, Snidel says that it will depart as soon as they get the microfilm.
Loid and Yor run through town calling for Anya. They find Bond collapsed on the side of the road. Loid asks if he's okay and if Anya was with him. Bond barks and tries to gesture about what happened, but Loid and Yor can't understand him. However, Loid notices something in Bond's mouth â Luca's armband that he had bitten off. Loid recognizes it and is in disbelief that Anya got caught up in the military.
Then Fiona, still disguised as the hotel maid, pulls up in a car nearby and calls to Loid saying that he dropped something. In "spy talk" however, she says that he should prioritize getting the microfilm over Operation Strix. Loid thinks for a minute, then says loudly (so Yor can hear) "Ma'am, I would like to ask a favorâŠ"
Meanwhile, Anya is brought before Snidel. Upon seeing him, she shouts that he's the guy who ate her dessert. He says that more important than the melemele, she ate their chocolate. She then states that he's the boss of those thieves. Luca and Domitri reprimand her for not using polite speech in front of the colonel. Snidel asks if she's been to the toilet since. Anya reads his mind as he thinks about how they hid the microfilm in the chocolate, and it's better to wait until she poops it out before killing her. Anya then realizes that the chocolate she ate on the train had the "treasure" inside, and if she poops, she'll be killed. Anya then nervously says that she's so cute that poop has never come out of her body, but then admits that she's lying upon seeing Snidel's cold gaze. Snidel instructs Luca and Domitri to take Anya with them and inform him if she poops. Anya begins holding her butt and starts shaking in fear. Domitri asks if she has to go, but she says she's just cold. She knows she mustn't poop or she'll be killed, but the more she thinks about it, the more she has to go!
Back at the Frejis plaza in front of the station, Loid boards the old fighter plane that was parked there. He's able to operate the communication device and listen in on signals from Snidel's flying battleship. He manages to catch some of Luca and Domitri's conversation with Anya, including them saying that she's in this mess because she ate the microfilm. Upon realizing that Anya ate the microfilm, he breaks into a cold sweat, but quickly regains his composure as he gets off the plane and meets with Yor, who was waiting worriedly outside. He tells her that he thinks Anya is with the military, since he heard from the radio signals that they seem to have taken custody of a girl around five years old. Yor asks why Anya would be with the military. Loid knows that he didn't have any time to come up with an explanation, so he cuts the power cable on the plane and climbs back into the cockpit. As the propellers begin spinning, he asks Yor to stand back and tells her that he'll return soon. Yor thinks back to the two men who attacked Anya on the train and realizes that they might have been from the military, but she can't tell Loid about that or he'd know that she beat them up. She recalls what she said to Loid earlier: that they should all go together because it's a family trip. As the plane leaves, Yor jumps onto it and forces open the door at the bottom. Loid continues to pilot the plane into the Frejis sky, unaware that Yor is also on board.
Back at the WISE hideout, Sylvia thinks to herself that "the fate of the world depends on getting that microfilmâŠwe're counting on you, Twilight."
Back at the battleship, Anya is trying hard to resist the urge to go to the bathroom. She moves her body back and forth to try and hold off the urge, which only makes Luca ask if she has to go. She says no and that she's just doing a dance she learned at school.
Meanwhile, Fiona infiltrates the Frejis air traffic control so she can communicate with Loid on the plane. She tells him the location of Snidel's battleship. Loid compliments her on being able to get the information so quickly, causing her to say that she's ready to be his lifelong partner anytime and asks again if he'd let her have the wife role for Operation StrixâŠbut the communication line had already been cut.
Back at the battleship, Anya is still doing her "dance" to resist the urge to poop, but she's practically at her limit (Luca and Domitri had also prepared a duck-shaped potty for her). She's sweating, tearing up, and her stomach is rumbling. When she feels her consciousness wavering, a bright light suddenly fills her eyes. She finds herself standing in a beautiful meadow filled with colorful flowers and poop shaped clouds overhead. She hears a voice and looks up to see a divine-looking old man surrounded by light. He has a poop shaped crown and he's holding a staff with a poop shaped top. He tells her that he's the god of poop.
He says, "You've fought well, warrior Anya. You've tried your best to protect world peace but...enough is enough." He puts his hand on her shoulder. She can feel his compassion flowing through his palms. "Relax your butt and rest, warrior Anya. Let's go to the peaceful garden of the toilet!" Anya tries to fly through the sky like the poop god, but ends up falling into the ocean. However, she's saved by waves of toilet paper that lift her towards a temple lined with statues of the poop god. A toilet is enshrined in front of the statues. The poop god gives a shout, and the toilet paper carrying Anya turns into a giant duck potty. The poop god waves his staff and the duck speeds out of the water, heading towards the bathroom above the alter. The lid of the toilet opens with another shout from the poop god and the duck moves faster. Finally the duck bursts into a ball of light and Anya falls, laughing, into the shining toilet.
Back in reality, Anya finds herself on a bed in a room on the battleship. After hearing her mutter to herself about "what's the god of poop?" Luca excitedly asks if she's ready to poop and puts the duck potty on the bed. As soon as Anya looks at the duck, she comes to her sense and says, "no, I'm good." While Anya stays with Domitri, Luca reports to Snidel that Anya still hasn't pooped yet. Snidel tells him to cut open her stomach. Luca is taken aback by this and tries to protest, but after Snidel presses him, he reluctantly agrees to do it.
Meanwhile, Domitri is trying an exorcism ritual to get Anya to poop â he makes her lay on the bed with a banana, corn, and a pineapple along with coffee beans between them, all the while singing a song about "yellow three." When Luca returns, he asks Domitri what he's doing. Domitri replies that according to his coffee fortune telling, "yellow three" is lucky. Luca then tells him Snidel's orders and asks if Domitri would do it. Since neither of them want to, they decide via rock-paper-scissors, and Domitri wins. Anya reads Luca's mind about how he's going to cut open her stomach while Domitri holds her down. She starts shaking and thinks of Papa and Mama.
Meanwhile, Loid flies the plane close to the battleship and contacts them on the radio. He says that his plane is in a state of emergency due to a fuel system failure and would like to request an emergency landing on the battleship. When one of the soldiers tells Snidel that an unknown aircraft is requesting permission to board, Snidel demands that they shoot it down. Loid steers the plane out of the way of the sudden hail of bullets while Yor, still hiding in the back, hangs on as the plane starts shaking violently.
Back on the battleship, Domitri holds Anya while she screams for Papa and Mama. Luca approaches with a knife.
Back outside, Loid desperately steers the plane to avoid the gunfire from the battleship, including homing missiles. In the back compartment, Yor isn't able to see what's going on, so she thinks to herself that Loid's driving isâŠrough. Loid manages to dodge the missiles, but one of them explodes next to him, causing the fragments to fall on the plane and damage the left wing. He knows that crashing is inevitable, so he steers the plane towards the battleship. The impact of the plane crashing into the battleship shakes the room where Domitri, Luca, and Anya are in. They all lose their footing and fall, causing Domitri to let go of Anya. She then runs away and through the hallway while they give chase.
Loid jumps out of the cockpit with his bag of spy tools and onto the battleship as the plane crashes. He thinks to himself that he first needs to confirm where Anya is and heads through a narrow passageway. Meanwhile Yor makes her way out of the back part of the plane only to be greeted by a huge gust of wind. She's surprised to be on the outer part of a battleship. She peeks inside the cockpit to look for Loid, but he's not there. She remembers that Loid said Anya was with the military, so she must be on the battleship somewhere. The opening to the bottom of the battleship is too narrow, so she decides to go via the top, breaking into a fast sprint.
The soldiers find the plane wreckage and Snidel gives orders to search for survivors. When one of the soldiers tells him that there's a woman running along the outer part of the battleship, he thinks he's joking. But then he looks at the monitors and sees Yor for himself. He commands that they kill her, since she decided to come aboard using that plane, that makes her an enemy. The turrets at the top of the ship begin firing at Yor, but she swiftly dodges them. One of the soldiers readies a grenade, but she takes off her coat and throws it at him, causing him to lose his balance and fall backwards. When the soldier falls through the deck onto the catwalk, the grenade falls from his hand. Yor gets away just as the grenade explodes, causing the area around the hatch where the soldiers were firing to burst into flames. The soldier watching from the monitor shouts "Explosion on deck 3A!" When she encounters the soldiers, Yor politely says that she came to pick up her husband and daughter, but the soldiers were already unconscious from the explosion. She heads further into the ship. The fire continues to spread through the battleship. Snidel commands the soldiers to go put out the fire, and when asked what to do about the woman, he says to send out Type F.
Meanwhile, Anya is still running away from Luca and Domitri (while still holding her butt). She manages to elude them by slipping into a room without them noticing. She listens by the door, and when she hears that they went off to look for her elsewhere, she breathes a sigh of relief. As she turns around, she notices a toilet in the back of the room. Tears start welling in her eyesâŠafter a long and painful battle, she finally won.
Loid hides in a small room while soldiers are running through the corridors. He wonders to himself what the explosion was and if the plane crash could have possibly damaged the ship's hull. He peeks through a gap in the door and notices an officer who appears to be a captain based on the number of stars on his badge.
After giving orders to the soldiers, the captain walks towards the door. Loid pulls him in, knocks him out, and gags him. He then steps out of the room, now disguised as the captain, wearing his clothes and donning a mask with his face.
The sound of sirens are blaring through the battleship. Yor notices the soldiers desperately trying to put out the fire and apologizes to them. She again says that she came to get her husband and daughter and asks if there's anyone who knows where they are. One of the soldiers looks up and shouts "It's that woman!" The soldiers begin firing at her, but she jumps out of the way, grabs a nearby fire extinguisher and throws it at them, knocking them down like bowling pins. She's confused as to why they're shooting at her, then thinks that they could be part of the bad guy group that attacked Anya on the train. She picks up two knives that the now unconscious soldiers dropped. She then thinks of Anya being in trouble, without anyone protecting her, and her face becomes clouded with anxiety as she tightly grips the knife in her hand.
Meanwhile, Anya happily bursts out of the bathroom with a refreshed look on her face, toilet paper rolling down her feetâŠonly to bump right into Luca and Domitri. Domitri stands proudly with toilet paper around his feet, boasting about his toilet paper fortune telling. Anya's face goes pale. Snidel is informed by one of the soldiers that the child has been secured, and he commands that they bring her to him.
As she continues looking for Loid and Anya, Yor arrives at the entrance to the air cell and pries open the heavy door. She's met with a blast of hot air. The fire has spread all over the spacious room. As she goes further in, she feels a murderous intent behind her. As soon as she starts to look over her shoulder, gatling guns begin firing at her. She jumps out of the way as bullets are showered on her. She goes further down in the air cell just as a gigantic figure appears, slowly moving towards her with heavy footsteps. She politely asks who he is, but Type F doesn't answer. He reaches towards her but Yor kicks him to the ground, only to have more bullets fired at her that she subsequently dodges. She pulls out the knife and pounces on him, managing to knock off his helmet. She asks him to stop attacking but instead he presses his forehead against the knife, making a very inhuman metallic sound, breaking the knife. The arms of his cloak, that had been engulfed in flames, burn off to reveal that he wasn't holding gatling guns, but his arms themselves are guns. The rest of his cloak burns off, revealing a body made entirely of weapons. After he calls Yor an "intruder," she readies the other knife, realizing she has no choice but to fight him.
Meanwhile Loid, still disguised as the captain, gives orders to the soldiers to help them put out the fire. When one of the soldiers asks where the hostage is, Loid questions him and he explains that she's a child about five years old and that officer Domitri took her to the bridge.
At the bridge, Anya is tied and gagged in front of Snidel. Snidel is upset that they missed getting her poop, but Luca says that it could still be in the sewage tanks. Snidel says that it could also still be in her body, which makes Anya even more afraid. Snidel tells them to keep her in the room downstairs and he'll "take care of her" once all the chaos on the battleship is over, while also ominously adding that he brought an extra big knife to enjoy kebobs. He then orders them to go into the sewage tanks and find the microfilm or else he'll cut them like kebobs too.
After leaving Anya in the room, Luca and Domitri grumble about how they're in such a mess because of some greedy kid, and Luca groans that he's still sore from being bitten by the stupid dog. Suddenly Loid, still disguised as the captain, gets the jump on them and knocks them out. He wonders why Anya isn't here since this should be the only bridge on the ship. He enters the room where Snidel is and says that he's going to report on the status of the firefighting operations, but Snidel dismisses him, saying that he's busy now.
In the room below, Anya can read Loid's mind but she can't move or talk due to being tied up and gagged. She realizes that she's tied to a telephone pipe that leads to the room above, so she slams her head against the pipe to get Loid's attention. Just as Loid is deciding to back off so as not to make Snidel suspicious, he hears the banging in the pipe and notices a hatch right below it. He realizes that Anya must be under there, so he pulls off one of the buttons on his uniform and pretends he's going to pick it up when it rolls near the hatch. However, Snidel says "wait, captain" and asks him when he began to smell like...a city. Snidel then immediately shoots at Loid, who manages to dodge, but the bullet grazes the face mask that he's wearing. Snidel continues to fire at Loid, who hides behind a console in the room. Snidel asks if he's the traveler from Rubble and Bonds and says that he shouldn't underestimate the nose of a gourmet like himself. Realizing he's been found out, Loid tears off the captain's mask. Snidel and the other soldiers begin exchanging gunfire with Loid.
Back in the air cell, Type F continues to shoot at Yor, his gatling gun arm having now turned into a grenade launcher. She narrowly dodges his attacks and grabs a fire extinguisher set (with an axe) from the wall. They end up crashing down through the floor, with Yor slamming the axe onto his chest as hard as she can. However, this only reveals a firearm magazine in his chest hatch. The magazine sends bullets into the gatling gun. He aims at Yor again but she jumps away in time. As they stare each other down in the flame filled room, she wonders what she can do against an enemy who can't be damaged by knives or axes.
Meanwhile, Loid continues to exchange gunfire with Snidel and his soldiers. Snidel opens an attaché case with a gas mask and grenade that he calls "Type G." Anya reads Snidel's mind about the grenade being a poison gas grenade that he's been developing and wants to test out. She starts panicking, trying desperately to break free from her binds so she can warn Loid about the poison gas. An image of Loid covered in wounds as he tries to save her flashes in her mind as she thinks "It's Anya's turn to save you!"
Snidel pulls out the pin from the Type G and throws it over to the console where Loid is hidingâŠjust as Anya breaks free. As the rope suddenly breaks, she falls and rolls across the floor, hitting her head against a console in the back of the room. A green light illuminates on the console. Suddenly, the windows in the bridge open and gas starts getting blown all over, much to the confusion of Snidel and the soldiers. Loid uses this opportunity to make a move.
As the gas eventually leaves the room through the open windows, Snidel's men are shocked at what they see through the dissipating gas â their leader Snidel wrestling withâŠanother Snidel! One Snidel tells them to shoot the imposter while the other says that he's the real one. Loid (disguised as Snidel) thinks to himself that since Snidel is the only one with a good nose, he just has to fool the others. Snidel brandishes his knife and threatens to tear off Loid's "imposter skin" and turn it into pork scratching. But Loid gets the upper hand and manages to grab Snidel and cause him to lose his balance, saying that his "imposter" skin isn't so flimsy that it could be cut off by the likes of Snidel. He wraps his left arm around Snidel's neck and tightens his grip, causing Snidel to drop the knife in his hand.
The soldiers are still confused about which is the real one as Snidel's body falls to the floor. Loid says "Do you think I'd lose to a fake," fooling the soldiers into thinking he's the real one. He tells them that they're to head to the Arbo Republic as soon as possible and that they're abandoning the ship. He commands them to use the land route instead. Carrying the body of the real Snidel, the soldiers leave with shouts of "all personnel abandon ship!" When he's finally alone, Loid takes off his Snidel disguise.
Meanwhile, Type F's right arm is overheating but he tells Yor it's no use waiting until he runs out of bullets. Even though his chest plate was torn off earlier, all Yor has left is a broken knifeâŠuntil she feels around in her pocket and pulls out the lipstick that Loid had bought her. She lowers the knife and tells Type F "this is your last warning, please stand aside. I only came here to get my husband and daughter." But Type F just says that they should all perish together along with the future of the East and West. He then readies another round of bullets. Yor dodges and makes a wide circle around him, dragging the lipstick along the floor. She slashes at his chest with the knife, causing the knife to break. As he jeers that a knife won't work on him, he looks confused for the first time when he notices a line drawn around him with the lipstick, leading up to his chest. She says that she heard that lipstick is half oil. He tries to shoot at her again but it's too lateâŠthe flames along the railing run down the lines of lipstick, igniting the weapons embedded in his body, causing him to explode. After confirming that he's been destroyed, Yor continues on her way.
Back on the bridge, Loid opens the hatch to the door where Anya is and jumps down. She's overjoyed to see him as he asks if she's okay. She clings to him and buries her face in his chest. Just then, something falls out of her pochette â the cherry liquor. She tells him it's what Papa was looking for and he realizes that's why she ran away from the hotel. Upon realizing this, he can't help but smile, and Anya smiles too when she reads the thoughts he won't say. Just then they hear a loud explosion. Loid holds onto Anya as the ship shakes from the explosion. "Anyway, we better get out of here" he says.
Meanwhile, Yor opens the hatch at the top of the air cell and makes her way to the outer part of the airship where she sees Loid and Anya. They're both surprised to see her. "Mama!" Anya says as she runs to Yor, who gently hugs her while asking if they're both alright.
Loid asks the same of Yor while also asking why she's here. After hesitating a bit, she admits that she came on Loid's plane and that since it was an "outing," that they should have gone together. She then asks if the people on the airship are actually the military. Loid pauses since he can't tell her the real explanation, but then Anya speaks up about how she ate their important chocolate on the train and that's why they were after her. Loid thinks to himself about how they must have hid the microfilm in the chocolate, but he can't tell that to Yor. So he says that chocolate theft is rampant in cold regions because people believe it will keep them warm...they'd even steal from a military ship. Yor believes him and comments that there's a lot of scary people in the world. They both scold Anya for what she did: Loid asks what the heck she was doing eating that by accident (while in his mind he's glad that she's safe) and Yor says that she shouldn't do whatever she wants with something that belongs to someone else. Anya guiltily says "sorry" and they both can't help but smile at her. They hear more explosions and Loid says that they need to get off the ship. Anya points towards the window and they realize that the ship is heading right towards the city of Frejis. Loid begins operating the device on the console. Yor asks if he knows how to operate it and he says that he knows how from when he did it as part time work when he was a student. Yor is impressed, but Anya knows he's lying.
Down in Frejis, people notice the large, burning battleship descending towards the town and begin running all over in a panic. On the battleship bridge, the ceiling blows off, causing an extremely strong wind to blow. Loid realizes that the propulsion system and lifting platforms are dead, and wonders if it's even possible to make a safe landing or even change course. Behind him, Yor and Anya are holding onto each other while the latter shouts "You can do it, Papa!" Loid says not to worry since the rudder is still intact. However, when he grips it, he can hardly get it to move and the ship is still losing altitude. Debris from the broken ceiling rains down on his head, causing him to lose his balance. Just then, he feels something on his right handâŠYor's hand. And on his left hand, Anya's. "Please let me help, too" says Yor, "Anya too!" says Anya. Working together, the three of them are able to move the rudder little by little.
The Frejis clock tower looms before them but they're able to steer the ship so that it narrowly avoids colliding and only grazes the side of the clock tower. The ship continues to lose altitude, heading towards the surface of a large frozen lake. Yor hugs Anya close to protect her as the ship shakes violent from the impact of the landing. The battered ship glides along the surface of the water at high speed, whipping up a cloud of steam. The frozen water crashes onto the ship, putting out the fire. On a hill not too far away from Frejis, Bond and Fiona stand near Fiona's car and watch with bated breath as the battleship crashes into the lake. "SenpaiâŠ" "Borf, borf, borf!"
Back at the ship, the Forges escape from the collapsed bridge and onto the roof. They look in wonder at the pretty scene before them of the glittering ice particles shining against the city lights like diamond dust. Suddenly, water that had collected on the deck roof pours onto them like a waterfall, leaving them soaked. They're perplexed for a moment before Anya bursts out laughing with a "waku waku splash!" Then Yor also laughs. As he watches the two of them laughing, Loid smiles softly.
Suddenly Anya sneezes and Loid notices something in her mouth. Loid realizes it's the microfilm, smaller than a fingernail. He wonders if it had somehow gotten stuck in her teeth. When Yor asks what it is, he clutches the microfilm in his hand and replies with a smile, "it's a return ticket."
The next morning at Berlint, Yuri listens to the news at his desk at the SSS: "The flying battleship that landed in Lake Frejis last night appears to have been an accident during a training flight. The committee has announced that it has already begun interviewing the manufacturer and the military." He remembers that Frejis is where Yor said she was taking a trip to and he wonders if she's okay. His lieutenant then opens the door and requests some documents. Yuri asks why the SSS has to be the ones to clean up this incident, and the lieutenant replies that if the people found out that the military was behind it, that would be troublesome. After the lieutenant leaves, Yuri muses to himself how it seems that WISE intervened in the incident though there's no solid information. He wonders how they could have possibly done it, then thinks "it must have been himâŠTwilight."
At the WISE hideout, Sylvia reads the newspaper headline which states that there were no survivors of the battleship incident. She compliments Loid, saying that even though the SSS put out the fire so to speak, he managed to not leave a trace of the Forgers' involvement. Loid replies that yes, the Forgers were just enjoying a normal family vacation. He takes out a wine bottle from his bag. Sylvia peels off the label, revealing the microfilm. She then tells him that he's back in charge of Operation Strix, much to Loid's surprise. She hands him a photo of Depple at night with a strange woman and says that his affair was exposed and he was disowned by the father of his wife. Loid smiles slightly when he notices that the woman with Depple in the photo is a WISE agent â in other words, he had fallen into their trap.
Afterwards, Loid meets up with Yor, Anya, and Bond at the park by a fountain. Yor asks how his patient was and he replies that it wasn't a big deal considering they called him out of nowhere. Anya asks Loid why there's no fish in the water and he flatly replies because it's a fountain. She then calls to Yor, taking her hand and leading her to the fountain. As Loid watches them happily talk about something, and Bond following along and enjoying himself, Loid lets out a sigh, but his expression is surprisingly soft. He thinks that even though he's able to continue Operation Strix, he can't let his guard down and needs to keep focusing on acquiring stellas. Anya reads his mind and is overjoyed that the Forger family isn't finished. Loid says that they should go home now since Anya has to "train" to make the melemele for the cooking competition tomorrow. Even though they weren't able to eat a real melemele, they at least have the ingredients for one. Anya asks to hold Loid and Yor's hand as she happily chants that she's going to make a yummy pastry. When Yor says that she'll help too, Loid and Anya politely turn her down. They then head home together.
At the Eden classroom, the students are preparing their cooking ingredients. Becky says that she's going to make an orange layer cake that she learned from training with her pastry chef. She asks Anya what she's going to make. When Anya replies "melemele," Damian overhears and comments that it's an old pastry. Anya tells him that if she makes something good, she wants him to have it too. Damian's face reddens as he shouts that he'd never eat anything she makes. With a shocked face, she asks if he really hates it that much. This makes Damian's face redden even more as he shouts that he'd vomit if he ate her food. He runs off with Ewen and Emile following. Becky comments that he's the worst while Anya thinks that the friendship scheme is a failure. Just then, Anya and Becky turn towards the direction of an explosion sound.
Later that day, Anya shows Loid and Yor a note from school saying that the school kitchen broke down so the competition was postponed and the judge was changed to the vice principal due to scheduling conflicts. Anya laments that since it's not the principal, the melemele won't work. Loid thinks for a moment and says that he remembers reading in the school newspaper that the vice principal is crazy about the berry pudding from the southern region. He asks if they should go, and both Yor and Anya agree. Loid opens a map and points out the southern region. He says it's warm there so they shouldn't need a lot of luggage. Anya is excited about going to the ocean and wonders what playing cards she should bring while Loid thinks it would be a good opportunity for her to learn how to swim. Upon hearing all the talking, Bond comes over from where he was sleeping and gives a happy "Borf!"
Meanwhile at Frejis station, Franky trembles in the cold and shouts "Hey Loid, I bought the cherry liquor!!!"
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Afterword: Congratulations if you've read this far! When I first started this project, I honestly didn't think I would write this much for a "summary" đ
I thought it would just be a few paragraphs tops. But as I translated, I was like "oh, this is interesting, I should write it down!" And I just kept going with that and didn't want to stop! Some may wonder why I would want to spoil myself to this degree, but for me, reading about the movie (in a language I'm not fluent in) is still no replacement for actually seeing it for myself - the novelization doesn't convey every line of dialogue, character action/expression, voices, etc. But now that I know what to expect, I can get myself hyped for the scenes I'm looking forward to seeing while also not getting my hopes up for something I won't see. I don't care to do this for most things, but I'm the opposite when it comes to my hyperfixations like SxF! I'm also not going to give my thoughts on the movie until I see it for myself. But I will say that based on the novelization, even though I thought a few things could be better, overall I think it will be a ton of fun and can't wait to see everything in full animated glory!
Again, please remember to be cautious about where you share spoilers and to properly tag posts on social media. And if you end up sharing large portions of this summary elsewhere, a shoutout to my blog would be nice...I spent many hours working on this!
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You Find Comfort In Their Demon Form
Lucifer X Reader Mammon X Reader Leviathan X Reader Satan X Reader Asmodeus X Reader Beelzebub X Reader Belphegor X Reader
Requested: @your-next-daydream
Request: I'm back with another obey me ask! Lol I know you might be getting tired of obey me, so if you want to skip this that's okay.
But if you wanted to I was wondering if you could write a MC that pulls at their demon parts (horns,tail, wings, ect) when they are anxious or stressed? With the demon brothers? Preferably just keep this gender neutral đ
A/N: I had ideas for this the moment that you sent this in so I hope that you enjoy it as much as I enjoyed writing it.
Lucifer
đ Lucifer took a little while to realise what you were doing by extension the reason for it.
đ Heâd usually have his demon form active when he could see that something was bothering you, that prompted you to hide behind him but it was only after the situation was dealt with that he realised that you were running your hands through the feathers of his wings.
đ You might even have to tell him one day when you are in serious need of his wings and he is too busy to come out of his office.
đ You're probably the only person that he lets that close to his wings, he might even teach you how to properly care for his wings so that he can benefit from your anxious or stressed habit.
Lucifer had already been in demon form when you walked into the office, you moved behind him with practice ease and started to run your hands through on of his wings, he waited to see if you would say anything but you didnât instead you continued to sort through the feathers laying them properly and removing any loose feathers. âAre you going to tell me what is going on?â He asked as he continued to work through paperwork.
âNothing.â You answered as you continued your work, he folded his wings in to stop your finger working through them as he turned his head to look at you.
âTry again.â He ordered.
âItâs nothing, itâs just we turned in some assignments today and Iâm nervous about this one.â You explained as you reached for his wings as he relaxed them again.
âWhy are you nervous about this one? Did you spend all of your time caring for my brothers again? Please tell me you didnât write this one in one night.â He pleaded as he remembered the state that you came to him after that, exhausted and stressed, he had to hide you from his brothers for 24 hours so that you could rest properly.
âNo, I just worry that it isnât as good as it could have been.â You shrugged and he sighed before pushing his chair back and inviting you to sit on his lap.
âBut you tried your best at the time?â Lucifer asked and you nodded, hand still reaching around to his wings.
âOf course.â You mumbled.
âThen thereâs nothing that you need to worry about.â He said âtake time to relax here, Iâm sure my brothers can fend for themselves for a little while.â
âYouâll regret saying that later.â You mumbled already far more relaxed than before.
âIâll never regret making the best decision for you.â He promised, pressing a kiss to the top of your head.
Mammon
đł The first time that you touched his horns you nearly gave him a heart attack, any other time that his horns have been touched itâs been used to control him in some way and only ever resulted in pain.
đł The same went for his wings so when you showed such care when touching them it confused him but was confused him more were the times that you chose to touch them.
đł Mammon would pride himself on being the one that you came to or called when you needed reassurance or safety.
đł Mammon doesnât mean to distract you but he becomes a stuttering mess no matter how many times nestle into his side and thank him for being there.
You had called Mammon after getting home from RAD, you were a little later than he was so had time to get changed but when he walked into your room he saw that you were still laying in your uniform. âHey what's wrong with ya?â He asked as he walked closer to the bed. You reached out dragging him onto the bed and curled into his side, the surprise itself caused him to change to his demon form, his wrapping around you as you reached up to touch and mess with his horns. âWhat are ya doinâ?â He asked.
âHad a bad day.â You mumbled as you buried your face in his shoulder.
âWhat happened?â He asked.
âJust some demons with too much time on their hands and nothing to do with it.â You explained.
âWait! Whatâs that got ta do with me?â He asked.
âYou always make me feel better.â You explained and he froze at the declaration.
âI do?â He asked.
âMm.â You hum âthank you Mammon for being here, for being my first.â
âYeah, yeah, you have to show me who they are tomorrow, give âem a piece of ma mind for upsetting ma human.â He explained and you looked at him for a second and then smiled.
âThanks.â You finally say before going quiet, he glanced down to see your eyes closed peacefully and breathes a sigh of relief, he meant what he said he was going to get rid of anything that upset you.
Leviathan
đź Levi was pretty anxious himself, you were the only person that he allowed this close to him in any form but it did take a long time before he showed you his demon form consciously.
đź You were careful with him but one day you were more anxious then you had been in a long time and went to Levi to hide before either one of you noticed you were running your hands over the scales on his neck relaxing both of you.
đź Levi looked forward to the times that youâd come to his room and run your hands over his scales, at some point he redirected your hands to his stomach where more scales were located.
đź Well that is until he found out the reason behind it, now it made him worry a little bit whenever you came in and started tracing the scales while laying with your face buried in his neck, while he played whatever game.
Today was the same as every other day that you came into his room seeking comfort, you walked around the sofa and laid half across his body while your other hand loop under his shirt to rest over his scales, you slowly started tracing his scales, he glanced down at you his face a little red as he looked over your face. He waited a little while before he asked about anything, he knew that you wouldnât be ready to talk for a little while. âWhat happened?â He asked.
âJust some work things.â You answered.
âLike what?â He asked, taking in a deep breath as your hand ran over a ticklish spot.
âOh just some annoying customers, I think I recognised them from school, probably just having fun ordering me around, and making me clean up after them.â You explained with a shrug.
âYeah? You know their names?â He asked.
âWhat? No, it doesnât matter even if I did, I wouldn't tell you.â You mumbled eyes falling closed.
âWhat? Why?â He asked.
âBecause no one deserves what you call revenge.â You answered with a small smile on your face as your hand fattened out over the patch that you had been tracing.
âAm I that bad?â He asked.
âYou are when you involve Lotan.â You sighed as you looked at him and he shrugged.
âThey deserve it for messing with my Henry.â He mumbled pressing a kiss to your forehead before swapping you to the other side of the couch where you could rest against the back, his tail wrapped around your waist to keep you close as he continued to play, he knew that Beel was with you today, so heâll ask him at breakfast in the morning and then make those normies pay.
Satan
đ Satan was a little worried at first, he knew that his tail was dangerous but he realised that his tail provided comfort for you so instead of stopping you from touching it he got you a pair of gloves to protect your fingers.
đ He realised that you playing with his tail gave him a level of comfort as well, one he didnât know that heâd enjoy.
đ You're the only person thatâs allowed that close to his tail, that being said thatâs only in the safety of his room.
đ Heâll often take this time to read something that he liked to you and take your mind off of whatever was happening.
Satan walked into his room where you were waiting with an arm over your face âare you okay?â He asked as he walked over, you lifted your hands making grabby hands in the direction that his voice had come from. âWhere are your gloves?â You just whined and he raised an eyebrow, as he got closer he could see stray tears on your cheeks, he reached for your bag silently and grabbed specially made gloves taking your hands one by one and slipping the gloves on before allowing his tail to fall into your hands, you opened your eyes once you felt the weight in your hands. âWhat happened?â
âNothing just didnât do as well as I wanted in one of the papers, I need to rewrite it as well as write the new one and there is an exam.â You explained and he felt the way that your hands tightened around his tail, you didnât hurt him but he was worried that you might hurt yourself so he stood walking over to his book shelf, he heard you whine.
âOne minute, Iâm coming back.â He promised, he just wanted to give your hand a brief break by pretending to look for a book to read, he chose one that was as far away from school work as he could get, a tale from the demon realm. He walked back over and held up the book âhow about we forget about that for a little while? Weâll make a schedule and Iâll help you with the rewrite okay?â
âYou will?â You asked.
âMmm.â He hummed laying on his back letting his tail fall over your lap as he opened the book and started reading.
Asmodeus
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Asmo was probably the one that introduced you to using his demon form as a way to relieve stress.
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He told you about the way that his heart shaped birthmarks needed extra lotion because the skin dried out quicker and he couldnât always reach them right.
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Or how his horns after constantly growing and he needs help filing them down and making sure that they didnât grow weird directions or grow too long.
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While you're working heâll use that time to slyly ask about your day and fish out any information or event that you need to vent about.
Asmo sat on his bed back leant against the headboard with a pillow for support and he manoeuvred you so that you were sitting on his lap, you started your work gently filing down his horns the way that he had shown. âSo what did you do today?â He asked gently, rubbing his thumbs over your hips.
âMe?â You asked.
âWho else would I be talking to darling?â He asked.
âNothin much, just some annoying stuff.â You mumbled as you gently brushed some of the shavings away from the base of his horns.
âWhat annoying stuff?â He asked.
âMammon got into some trouble with a witch, that I had to bail him out of.â You mumbled.
âAre you okay?â He asked, you smiled on the concern on his face and nodded.
âPromise Iâm fine, Solomon helped me out and we managed to get what she wanted.â You answered.
âAnything else?â He asked.
âHad to stop Satan and Lucifer from killing each other after a misunderstanding.â You answered.
âThose two need to learn how to communicate.â Asmo muttered as you shrugged.
âThey never will.â You mumbled all the while finishing off another perfect filing session. âHowâs that look?â Asmo tapped your thighs signalling for you to get up so that he could get a proper look, he looked at you through the mirror and smiled.
âMaybe we should start up a business.â He suggested.
âYou want me to sit on other demons' laps?â You asked with a smirk and he narrowed his eyes before turning back to you.
âWould you?â He asked.
âWould you let me?â You countered, there was silence for a moment before he dove at you pinning you to the bed.
âYou're my human.â He whined.
âYeah Iâm your human.â You laughed finally in a better mood than when you had walked into the room.
Beelzebub
đ Beel realises the connection before you do, heâd usually be holding you in a stressful situation anyway so in the situations where his demon form was needed, heâd always feel your finger in his hair and around the base of his horns.
đ Beel would encourage the behaviour no matter what but heâd encourage it even more if it replaced a more dangerous nervous habit.
đ Heâs always there and would be your personal stress reliever no matter what the situation was, heâd always focus on you first, there were others (Belphie and Mammon) that would get rid of the problem for the both of you.
đ Beel had always been good at seeing the way that a situation affected you and no matter where you were or who you were with heâd sit you on his lap and direct your hands to his head to calm yourself down.
Beel could feel you tense next to him as Satan and Lucifer started arguing, he frowned as he looked between the two, before looking at you, you had stopped eating, your hand fiddling with your trousers, he reach over moving you to his lap where he dropped his head to your shoulder, letting you run your hands over his horns âItâs okay Iâll keep you safe.â He promised.
âIâm sorry.â You mumbled but he tightened his grip on you.
âThere is nothing to be sorry for.â He mumbled âthey are scary when they start shouting, they used to scare me too.â He stood from the table completely unnoticed by everyone except for his twin and carried you back to his room.
âArenât you hungry?â You asked as you looked at him settled in bed.
âDonât worry weâll get a snack later when they all get lost.â He promised as he gently ran his hand up and down your back, you were still straddling his waist so you could reach his horns.
âYou sound angry.â You mumbled, you seemed to be relaxing.
âIâm annoyed.â He answered honestly, âI donât like that they make you feel unsafe.â
âThey donât make me feel unsafe, your brother would never hurt me, I just donât like them fighting.â You explained as one of your hands came down to the marks that peaked out of his shirt and started tracing them.
âYou want them to stop fighting?â He asked.
âMmm, we might have a better chance of uniting the 3 realms though.â You shrugged and he chuckled a deep sound that you missed when you didnât hear it.
âWell Iâll be here whenever you need me.â Beel promised.
Belphegor
đ€ Hereâs the thing, Belphie probably didnât know what you were doing for the longest time, he was asleep whenever you played with the tuft at the end of his tail or along his horns.
đ€ So you can be sure that heâd never know the situation that had caused you stress or anxiety. Heâd always be able to sense the feelings though so he knew what you needed.
đ€ Sometimes he doesnât say anything. Instead heâll pull you close and keep you there until he is sure that you are asleep, then he'll wrap his tail and arms around while intertwining your legs and thatâs how you'll wake up.
đ€ Belphie would spend hours trying to find out what happened to make you so tense or teary but the only person brave enough to tell him is Beel and when he does itâs game over for whatever hurt you.
This time he felt you climb into the bed behind him, he was hiding in the attic and it seemed so were you, you sat cross legged behind him and he felt you playing with his tail, he waited a moment to see what you were going to do and when he heard you sniffle slightly he turned immediately and pulled you into the a hug his tail wrapping around your waist as he run his hands through your hair, your hand reached down to catch his tail as you continued to play with it, he watched as your face changed from one of sadness, to relaxation and then you were asleep.
He pulled out his DDD, careful not to let the light shine on your face, he opened the chat with the rest of his brothers.
Belphie: Thought you were all supposed to look after them, why have they been crying?
Mammon: Cryinâ whoâs cryinâ?
Belphie: Y/N.
Asmo: What happened?
Belphie: I donât know, theyâre asleep, you should all know if you were doing your job right.
Mammon: Woah someoneâs protective of the human.
Belphie: You better hope that you had nothing to do with it otherwise Iâm going to flush that stupid credit card down the toilet.
Lucifer: Belphegor please find out the reason that Y/N is upset and then report to me immediately.
Belphie: Whatever.
Belphie glanced down at you and gently ran his knuckles over your cheek, he knew that his twin had been unusually quiet during that chat and heâd have to chase it up, then once heâs dealt with the problem the way that he saw fit and then he will report to Lucifer. However when he tried to move one of you hands moved to the base of his horns and the other other gripped the tuft of his tail and he stopped moving immediately, instead he decided to stay with you, you needed him more anyway.
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Could I have an imagine/a little scenario of Madara, Itachi, Sasuke and Hashirama explaining to his son that his wife is pregnant again and that he'll have a little sibling soon? Thank you! I hope I'm not bothering đ
[ đž ] these four give me vibes of being mayhem with a little kid around them⊠pfff-
characters: madara uchiha;; itachi uchiha;; sasuke uchiha;; hashirama senju;; some character mentions
genre: fluff;; lovely-family comedy;; sad moments?
warnings: none;; grown men trying to explain to a child where babies come from (it goes wrong);; pregnant reader;; is a happily married couple a warning?
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madara uchiha
*welcome to see the scariest man in the ninja world being a puddle of nerves with his son.
*He does not know how to explain this topic to the child đ
*The only reason he does it is that you talked him into it.
*And he, being the good husband that he was, succumbed to your wishes lmao
"But darling, I don't know how to explain this to our son-"
"You will do a good job, love, besides, who would be the best to explain this than you?"
*Letting out a dramatic sigh, your imposing husband - who didn't look so imposing now - sat down with his boy, and spoke
"You're going to be a big brother"
*He would try to explain your pregnancy situation to the best of his ability to his four-year-old son.
*What it entails, the burden your body will carry. How in your precious womb you carry his son, his beloved youngest son, who will be born in a few months.
*But, despite everything- it fails miserably.
*Your son, oh, your precious and clearly confused son, innocently asked his dad, âBut daddy, how did mommy get pregnant?â
*Madara.exe has stopped working- Seriously, the question leaves him paralyzed for a full minute.
*You think he just stopped breathing because he just doesn't move anymore.
*But no- there's nothing to worry about⊠he just doesn't know how to function anymore.
*His mind went blank, and he forgot the steps to follow to exist.
*He's had his Windows reset, just give him a moment- and yes, he'll be fine, I promise.
*When he comes to, he gives you a 'helping' look as he adorably babbles nonsense.
âI-âŠuhhh well IâŠâ, he tries to speak as you try not to laugh at his unfavorable situation. How could you avoid it? The only times he's been like this is only when you annoy him-also when more racy things happen, and you're the dominant one... but that's a topic for another day-
*But seriously, help him or send help please... He's going to collapse at any moment, pfff-
*Also remembering his younger brother, Izuna. But he trusts that his son will not make the same mistake that he did, which was not protecting his younger brother.
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itachi uchiha
*Actually, it happened unexpectedly.
*You had not yet told your son about your pregnancy.
*And One night you were having a hard time with the terrible vomiting of pregnancy. And Itachi, like the loving and protective husband that he is, was by your side comforting you and holding your hair so it wouldn't get in your way. Your beloved partner was so focused on you that he did not notice that his son was at the entrance of the bathroom door watching what was happening.
*He only became aware of his son's presence when he helped you up because your body had been very weak.
*He could see the worry and fear in his son's eyes, the little boy was worried about you, his loving mother.
*After helping you get clean, he took you to your shared room to tuck you into the soft bed, after making sure you were comfortable and that you were asleep, he went to where his son was. When he approached his son Itachi's heart ached, his child looked like he was about to cry. With quick steps he approached the small body of him to hug him.
*With a trembling voice, his son, soon to be five, asked, "Daddy, is Mommy going to die?"
*Itachi had to hold back the amused smile that was about to appear on his face. After all his son was genuinely worried about you, he had to calm down those worries first, and then the next morning he could tell you and laugh along with you about his son's innocent question.
*Stroking the soft hair of his son, he spoke, "Your mommy will be fine, little one, it's just that she's pregnant."
*And congratulation's! You now have two official bodyguards; your loving husband and son.
*"I'll protect you mommy!" //Itachi supporting from the back//
*Rather, you and itachi protect him, but- don't tell him, okay? Your baby is proud and Itachi only feeds your son's pride lmao
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sasuke uchiha
*He is proud and happy to have another child (he vaguely wants it to be a girl)
*Since he wants to break the news to the boy, he tries to mentally prepare himself to explain to his son about your situation (you support him deep down).
*When he feels ready, he goes to where his son is and sits next to him.
*He starts off softly preparing the boy for the big reveal.
âHave you ever⊠wanted to be a big brother?â
*The question brings out everything his son has imagined, when he thinks about what he would be like as a big brother.
*How he would always protect his little brother or sister, how he would play with him or her and how he would always be there for them.
*Vaguely, his own son reminds him of Itachi, his beloved older brother now deceased. And Sasuke remembering his family again wonders if his father and his brother had this talk before he was born.
*He swallows the urge to cry just remembering Itachi again.
*but, he is happy just thinking that his son will be a good big brother, just like his uncle.
*And Sasuke knows that, if one day he and his beloved wife are no longer in this world, his eldest son will take care of the youngest⊠just as itachi took care of him.
"You're going to be a big brother"
*Yes⊠his son is going to be a good big brother.
*And that same afternoon a happy Sasuke, but a little sad, returned to your arms along with his son, very excited who kept asking you about your little belly.
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hashirama senju
*He's nervous, you'd think it's just because of your pregnancy
*but it's not like that
*is he nervous?, yes
*but he's scared too, you know?
*His father was not the best father figure, he was not a good husband either
*and you would really think that being the head of the village he would be sensible regardless, but no.
*He's just afraid of becoming like his father, he's afraid of hurting you one day and hurting his children.
*And even though you're always reassuring him that he'll be a good husband, there's still that little pressure on his chest of fear.
*But surprisingly, he gets up and talks to his son.
*He knows that if one day the fear of becoming like his father comes true, his eldest son will be able to protect you from him.
*According to him, he is avoiding catastrophes⊠pfff-
*His son, seeing his not so animated state, asks him what he has, and despite only being five years old, your husband tells him about his fears.
*And the child in his innocent little head assures him that he would never be a monster, he could never be like that, because he is his precious daddy.
*the one who always tells bad jokes and makes his beloved mother laugh.
*Your husband, being the sentimental man he is- cries, cries like when you said the same thing to him the first time while he hugs his son.
*When the hugs end and the thoughts and fears leave Hashirama he can rest in peace. He no longer sees himself as someone who will be bad one day.
*And most importantly, if he ever disappears or dies, he knows that his older son will protect you and his younger brother.
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Ooh, ive got one, Katie McCabe x reader, where Katie basically spends every bit of free time shes not training or with friends flirting with and trying to fluster the reader despite her stormy stoic nature and it turns out the reader is just a really big softie for katie but tries really hard to hide it in front of the others. That's not all I've got for it, but I'll leave it entirely for you to perceive and deduce the plot and stuff đ
Pairing: Katie McCabe x reader
Warnings: fluff, swearing
Summary: Katie is always getting under your skin, you finally get her back.
Word count: 800
an: i apologise for the wait, iâve been sick and had no motivation but im working through the requests. hope you enjoy :) x
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Training today had been exhausting and really took it out of you. As you and Leah walk to the change rooms, you feel someone run up behind you and wrap their arms around you. You jump and scream, trying to get away until you hear;
âCalm down y/l/n, itâs just me.â Katie says with a smirk.
You turn and face her with an unimpressed look on your face.
âKatie stop fucking doing that. You give me a heart attack every time.â You whine
âBut itâs so so funny to see you freak out.â Katie laughs, Leah joining her.
You turn to look at your best friend.
âReally? Rude!â You yell.
Leah simply shrugs at you before continuing walking to the change rooms, you and Katie following closely behind.
âYou know, you looked really hot out there. Gotta say, watching you run around and just dominate. Very attractiveâ The Irish woman states from beside you.
She always does that, makes comments like that to get under your skin, get a rise out of you. It always works. You always end up a blushing, shy mess despite trying your best to keep your composure. She just does something to you, itâs hard to explain.
You donât make eye contact with her as you continue walking, you hear Leah let out a giggle in front of you and as you arrive at the change rooms, a loud bang is followed by a loud;
âShut it Leah!â from you, confusing the rest of the team in the change room.
As the three of you walk in, all eyes are on you, making your scowl disappear as you walk straight over to your locker and sit down. A quick moment of eye contact with everyone has them averting their gaze and focusing on what theyâre doing.
âSo y/n, you free tonight?â Katie asks with a smile.
âNope, got a hot dateâ You reply quickly.
All eyes are back on you. You never go out, maybe to a team bonding night once a week but you rarely go anywhere to anyone elseâs knowledge.
âOh yeah? what a lucky ladyâ Katie says with a wink.
âWhatever McCabeâ you mumble paired with an eye roll before looking at the ground, a small smile taking over your face.
You and Katie had been dating for 6 months, yet no one on the team knew, not even Leah. You felt bad for lying to your best friend but you wanted to get to know Katie on your own before making a big deal out of your relationship. But her nonstop comments and flirting makes you feel giddy and so in love. You try your best to hide it from the rest of the team but itâs getting harder.
âYouâre going on a date!?â Leah asks from your left.
âYes I am. Is that really surprising? Jeez thanks guysâ you mumble with a laugh.
âYeah! It is! You never go anywhere, must be one special galâ Caitlin pipes up from across the room and her and Steph share a look.
âNah, sheâs okayâ you say nonchalantly, watching Katie out of the corner of your eye.
You watch her roll her eyes before she quickly says,
âI could treat you betterâ with a cocky smirk as she makes eye contact with you, arms resting on her knees, showing off her muscular arms. The sight has you starstruck. You canât help but admire her beauty and body. Damn were you lucky. A quick blush takes over your face before you focus on packing your bag. You donât respond and watch as everyone laughs at Katieâs confidence. You both talked about telling the team last night, you just didnât expect her to be so bold with it and she definitely wasnât expecting you to say;
âWell, considering itâs you taking me out, iâm not sure it works like that, loveâ you say with a proud smile on your face.
You watch with amusement as Katie is now the one blushing and stuttering. The team around you erupts with questions and shocked looks.
âYou two are dating??â Leah nearly screams.
You just laugh before walking over to Katie, pulling her in for a quick kiss before walking out of the room.
âWhat the actual fuck just happenedâ Steph says as the room explodes with questions directed at Katie. You continue down the hall with a smile on your face followed by a;
âY/n you little shitâ as Katie leaves the room as quick as she can and catches up to you.
At least the team knows now.
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Hi, I sent in the ask about smut? I was thinking about one where Gale is just so gentle during sex, holding you close and making sure you're okay? I just think he'd be so sweet
hello! đ· thank you for the request đ I'm a bit rusty with writing smut but I tried my best đ
Buck and reader are married here and he's back from the war đ„°
btw Viola I'm sorry for using your gif for this đ I love you đ
my inbox is open for blurb/short fic requests for major cleven đ€
đ THIS FIC IS 18+ đ
You missed him so badly all those lonely nights when you blasphemously dreamt of his big hands roaming all over your feverish body, right after praying for his safety. As soon as the prayer ended, the fever started and no amount of pacing around, sipping water from the glass by the bed or reading books could help. It was a fire that only Buck could put out. You slept with the window slightly opened even during winter, writhing and sweating under the covers, whispering his name like it was another prayer. Touching yourself but it was never enough. How could it be?
And now you had him back in your arms and you were paralyzed underneath his body like you forgot how to do anything. It had been some time, of course, but you dreamt of this every night. Yet, there was no power in you to take over and show him how much you had missed him. You just wanted to lay down and savour every moment he spent on pleasing you.
"Baby, we don't have to do it tonight," Gale whispered and you furrowed your brows.
"What do you mean?" you asked and caressed the back of his head. "Are you tired, honey?"
"No, I mean⊠You seem to be absent," he noticed as his bright eyes searched through your face, worryingly. God, he was so beautiful with his cheek scratched and full lips slightly parted, a golden strand of hair falling down nonchalantly over his forehead. You couldn't believe he was yours and only yours.
"I want it, I just⊠I missed you so much, Buck. And now you're here with me, you're back, safe and sound, you're back for good and I⊠It's overwhelming," you confessed, avoiding his gaze.
"Oh, sweetheart," he cooed to you as his big, warm hands worked on pushing your nightgown up, slowly, tickling your skin with his fingertips and causing the goosebumps to appear on your arms. You moaned softly and he brought his lips to yours to give you a big kiss on the lips. "I missed you, too, doll. Every day and every night. You were always on my mind," he confessed in hasty whispers between the passionate kisses.
"I can't believe you've been a good boy, Buck," you giggled but he stopped immediately and cupped your face to make you look at him. His expression was dead serious. "Hey, it was a joke, baby," you explained.
"Don't make jokes like that, (Y/N). I didn't go there to have fun. I left fun here," he looked down at your body and then went back to your eyes. "It was my duty what I did there. I served my country to keep you safe."
"I know," you whispered softly. "Buck, I'm sorry. I know," you nodded and he nodded back before pressing his forehead to yours and going back to kissing you. You got lost in his taste and his sweet breath as you tangled your hands in his golden hair and pulled on it slightly.
Gale helped you to get out of your nightgown and placed lots of small kisses all over your jaw and neck, making you melt whenever he sucked on some sweet spot that would make you see stars. His fingers reached down to pull your panties and rub circles where you needed him the most. He smirked at how wet you already were for him.
"Well, well, well, Mrs. Cleven," he teased and you gasped at the sound of your surname coming out of his mouth in that deep voice of his. You had married shortly before he left so you weren't used to being called that. Not by him. "Is everything alright?" he furrowed his brows.
"I'm fine, sir," you smiled at him and he chuckled as his long fingers finally found their way inside you, curling and rubbing you vigorously. You arched your back at that sensation. It wasn't the real thing yet but it was already much better than what you had to live with until now. It was his very real touch, scratching the feverish itch deep inside that had been making you so frustrated for the past few months. It was like the wedding night all over again. "I'm so happy you're back with me," you whispered softly, almost inaudibly.
"And I'm happy to be back," he leaned in to kiss you all over your face as his fingers explored you gently, taking their time. His warm, muscular chest was pressed to yours and he watched carefully your facial expressions. Each time you winced or whined, he would slow down or stop completely, but at the same time he was getting drunk on your reactions and sweet moans.
"I'm gonnaâŠ" you closed your eyes, chasing the high you almost reached.
"No, doll, not yet," Buck stopped and you whined. He took his fingers out of you, leaving you with the painful feeling of emptiness. Instead, he took your panties off completely and got rid of his boxer shorts as well. He was more than ready for you now and you swallowed thickly at the sight.
It had been some time since the last one. And even then, you hadn't been married for long. You didn't get used to that fully yet.
"Don't worry, sweetheart, I got you," he whispered as he put one of his hands under your back to pull you even closer to his chest. You felt his heart beating and his breath on your neck. Your legs opened wider to take him in.
"Mrs. Cleven?" he asked just to be sure. You only let out a nod in response. "Use your words, darling."
"Go on, Mr. Cleven," you crossed your legs behind his back and felt him slowly sliding inside. You throbbed around him, feeling every inch of him stretching you out in the most delicious way. Despite the pain, it was making you see stars from all the pleasure and the fulfillment.
Inch by inch, slowly, soon enough he was all the way in and gave you a moment to adjust to his size. In the meantime, Buck kissed away all the tears that showed up in the corners of your eyes from how overwhelming it felt.
"You're such a good, brave girl, you know that?" he asked and you nodded before kissing him and bucking your hips a little to let him know you were ready for him to thrust inside of you. His hips started to rock, hitting your sweet spot and making you moan out his name over and over again. You were almost out of your breath and completely out of your mind to finally have him like that.
Buck held one of your hands and intertwined his fingers with yours before bringing it up to his mouth to place tiny kisses upon your knuckles.
"I love you," he whispered and you wanted to tell him the same thing badly, but you couldn't. You couldn't say anything else except for his name that you kept saying over and over like a prayer.
"Buck⊠Buck⊠BuckâŠ" you let go of his hand and grabbed his bicep to squeeze it and scratch it as you felt the overwhelming waves of pleasure growing inside of you.
"I know, doll," he shushed you and picked up the pace, still holding you close but making sure your bed squeaked as the frame began to hit on the wall gently. The sound alone mixed with your gasps and moans was enough to drive him crazy but he wanted to make you finish first. "Let go for me, baby," he breathed out, watching in awe all of your facial expressions; your eyes rolling to the back of your head as your toes curled and your lips parting lustfully.
"I'm gonna, oh, BuckâŠ" was all you were able to said before exploding around him and getting lost in the pleasure. A few shivers went down your body as you squeezed him and he began to thrust even faster to finish as well. Not long after you felt your insides getting warm and sticky as Buck's sweaty face was inches away from yours. You put your hands behind his head and brought him down for a wet, sloppy kiss.
"Oh, baby," you smiled softly. "It feels so good to have you back."
"Damn it does," he chuckled and kissed your forehead as you giggled. "I'm gonna stay like that for a while, is that alright?"
"Yes, sir," you bit on your lower lip as your right hand started to draw circles upon his chest above you.
Suddenly, the lovely moment was spoiled by the sound of loud barking coming from the downstairs. You rolled your eyes and chuckled.
"Sorry, it's Meatball. I don't think he likes being down there all alone, you know?" Buck explained.
"So, we're gonna let him sleep in our bed?" you asked, unsurely. You didn't mind your husband bringing a whole huge dog from the war but you weren't sure about it invading your personal space so much.
"Might be a good practice," Buck kissed your forehead and finally got out of you and the bed to put his boxer shorts back on. You covered yourself with a blanket and watched him with a soft smile.
"Practice?" you asked, teasingly.
"Before we have babies of our own, Mrs. Cleven," he winked at you and went down to get Meatball. You giggled like a schoolgirl at that as you felt your cheeks heating up.
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a johanna mason x oblivious!reader, where j always calms down around r and has a soft spot for her, then someone points it out to r and then r realizes that j is only soft for her and when she asks her, j confesses her feelings please? if that made sense đ
, thank you for ur time! i love ur writing :D
If I Know What Love Is, It Is Because of You
pairing: johanan mason x reader
warnings: canon typical violence, alcohol, blood
word count: 2.4k
summary: Everyone can see that Johanna loves you. Well, everybody but you.
a/n: thank you sm for requesting this! i had the best time writing this đ„č and note: the scenes in italics are flashbacks!
Your head was pounding. The last place you wanted to be right now was this meeting. Yet here you were, sitting at the table, listening to Coin drone on about something as you all waited for everyone to show up â everyone being Johanna.Â
âWhere is Johanna?â Plutarch asked and nodded to the vacant seat the District 7 girl usually occupied. Everyoneâs heads turned towards you, causing you to frown at the sudden attention.
âWhat?â
âWhere is she?â The head gamemaker looked at you expectantly.
âWhy would I know?â you asked exasperatedly, your irritation and fatigue becoming more and more evident.
Before Plutarch could respond with some quip, Finnick put his hand up and interjected. âShe had a therapy session earlier,â he explained, knowing Johanna was likely hiding out in her room after her time with the head doctor.
âLetâs just start without her,â Cressida suggested impatiently, and you rolled your eyes, not even trying to hide your annoyance.
âNo,â Coin shook her head. She knew the importance Johannaâs victor status held in this rebellion. Â
âWell, someone needs to go get her,â Haymitch said before taking a swig of his drink. â(Y/N)?â
Again, everyone looked at you.Â
âWhy me?â you whined. You liked Johanna â more than you cared to admit â but right now, you were too drained to remedy her bad mood.Â
âYouâre the only one she tolerates,â Katniss explained.
You frowned and scrunched your brows. âWhat about Finnick?â
âShe has a soft spot for you.â He shrugged at your perplexed look.Â
âWhat?â You tilted your head, becoming increasingly confused. âNo she doesnât.â
âOh really?â Finnick smirked, a mischievous glint in his eye. âWhat about that time with Enobaria and the glass table?â
âWhat did you just say to me?â Johanna seethed as she slowly put her drink down on the glass table before standing up to confront the other woman.
âYou heard me.â Enobaria grinned, baring her sharp teeth. âPawn.â
Johanna flipped the glass table, shattering it completely, causing glass to go flying. âI will kill you, Two,â she screamed, lunging at Enobaria and grabbing at her throat.Â
âHey, hey!â Finnick yelled and ran across the room to pull Johanna away.
âSpeak to me again and Iâll be the one ripping your throat out.â She pointed at a leering Enobaria while struggling in Finnickâs hold.
âWhat the hell is going on in here?â you frowned, concern written across your face as you see Johanna, close to tears, being held back. âWhat happened?â
âNothing,â Johanna huffed, shrugging Finnickâs hands off her.
âJo.â You hook your finger under her chin, lifting her gaze to meet yours. Your frown deepened as you saw her forehead was bleeding; a stray piece of glass must have caught her. âAre you alright?â
âIâm fine.â Johanna closed her eyes and took a deep breath, immediately calming under your touch. Searching her eyes, you didnât believe her but you didnât say anything.
âCome on.â You took her hand and squeezed it. âLetâs get you cleaned up.â
âThat was just because I came after the fight,â you protested weakly, your argument making little sense even to you.
Finnick rolled his eyes but said nothing.Â
âSweetheart,â Haymitch interjected, âthat girl could not be more in love with you if she tried.â
He just sighed as you gave him a blank stare, your thoughts racing all over the place.Â
âThe whiskey incident?â Haymitch grinned smugly, tilting his glass to you before taking a sip.
This yearâs Games were rough, even more than usual. Your tributes had a brutal day in the arena, and you were emotionally drained just from watching.Â
Entering the common kitchen, you were in desperate need for a drink. You grabbed a glass and the bottle of District 7 whiskey Johanna brought from home.
As you gulped down your decent size pour, already refilling your glass, Haymitch swayed into the room, perking up when he saw the freshly opened bottle.
âWhatâs that?â
âDistrict 7 whiskey,â you replied, before reading the label. âHints of smoky pine.â
âDonât mind if I do.â He chugged down whatever was remaining in his own cup before pouring himself some whiskey.
âI donât thinkââ You tried to stop him, knowing Johanna would not be too pleased about Haymitch stealing her alcohol.Â
âHmm.â He let out a satisfied sigh as he inhaled the whiskey scent.Â
But before he could take a test sip, a voice interrupted him.
âWhat do you think youâre doing? Thatâs mine,â Johanna walked in, visibly annoyed, and snatched the glass out of his hand.Â
â(Y/N) is drinking some,â Haymitch argued childishly with an incredulous look.Â
For a moment, you though you saw a sense of hesitancy flash in Johannaâs eyes, but it was gone as quickly as it had appeared.
âThatâs because (Y/N) has some self-restraint while you drink by the bottle,â Johanna snarked, downing the glass Haymitch had poured himself.
âHey, (Y/N/N),â Finnick poked his head in the room, briefly greeting the other two. âCecelia was looking for you.â
You internally groaned and finished off your drink. âShe probably wants to go over what happened today and strategize.â
Both Haymitch and Johanna sobered, knowing the District 8 tributes were likely not going to last much longer.
âThanks, Jo.â You got up and pecked Johannaâs cheek, patting her shoulder. âI really needed that drink.â
âYeah, no problem,â she responded under her breath. You gave her a small smile and slid past her out of the room.Â
âYou got something ââ Hamyitch motioned to the blush tinting Johannaâs cheek and gave her a knowing smirk.
Johanna snapped out of her brief daze and glared at him. âOh, shut up, old man.â
âI would hardly call that an âincident,ââ you objected, rolling your eyes. âI mean what did you expect, drinking what isnât yours?â
âYeah, yeah.â Haymitch waved you off. âMy point still stands.â
All you could do was nod distractedly, as you were trying to process what Finnick and Haymitch were telling you. You and Johanna had been friends for several years, having met at Johannaâs Victory Tour banquet in the Capitol. Over the years, you knew you were falling for her but not wanting to ruin one of the only friendships you had left, you kept your feelings to yourself.
You would never expect Johanna to ever reciprocate your feelings. I mean why would she? She could be with anybody she wanted. Plus, the baggage that came with being a victor made being in any relationship difficult â for the both of you.Â
But now you were starting to wonder if there was even a slight chance she felt the same.
âThere was also the aftermath of the blood rain,â Katniss added, causing you to wince at the memory.
As you saw Wiress stumble out onto the beach, you recognized Johanna.
âJohanna!â You ran across the beach, Finnick closely behind you.Â
â(Y/N)! Finnick!â She yelled back as the two older victors sunk into the water.Â
As you got closer, you could see she was covered in blood and your chest tightened. âJohanna,â you whispered, furrowing your brows.Â
âWhat happened? What is that?â Finnick caught his breath and assessed Johannaâs distressed state.
âItâs blood!â She laughed sardonically. âJust my luck. Iâm covered in blood!â
By now, Peeta and Katniss had caught up as Johanna continued to tell what happened.
âWell, I got âem out. We were all the way deep into the jungle where I thought it was gonna be safe. Thatâs when the rain started. I thought it was water. Turned out to be blood,â Johanna explained, Wiress approaching behind her, muttering âtick tockâ repeatedly. âHot, thick blood was coming down. It was choking us. We were stumbling around, gagging on it, blind.â
You released a breath you didnât know you were holding, relieved that at least it wasnât her own blood.
âThatâs when Blight hit the forcefield.â She closed her eyes and took a deep breath. Whether she was mourning her fellow District 7 victor or trying to keep herself from shutting Wiress up, or both, you couldnât tell. âHe wasnât much but he was from home.â
As Katniss asked about Wiress, to which Beetee responded with something about freshwater, you could only focus on Johanna. You knew her like the back of your hand, and you knew Wiress was getting on her last nerve. Johanna was already not too happy about having to stick with the District 3 victors and being separated from you.Â
âTick tock,â Wiress pleaded, grabbing Johannaâs shoulders.Â
âJust stop,â Johanna screamed and pushed the older woman into the sand. âJust sit down!â
âHey!â Katniss yelled, quickly advancing towards Johanna, going straight for her throat.Â
âHey, what are you doing?â Johanna immediately retaliated, shoving right back.
âHey, hey, hey.â You instinctively grabbed Johanna and pulled her away, Peeta doing the same with Katniss, albeit less aggressively.
âI got them out for you,â she continued to shout. As you pulled her further away, you could feel her body start to calm.Â
âJo, youâre okay,â you assure calmly, loosening your grasp on her. âItâs okay.â
âIâm fine,â she said sharply and pulled her arm away from you, but you werenât phased by her anger.
âJohanna, hey, look at me,â you coaxed her into meeting your eyes, cupping her face. âYouâre okay.â
Johanna stared into your eyes and took a deep breath. âIâm okay,â she breathed, leaning her forehead against yours.Â
âWeâre okay,â you assured, leaning into her touch. âNow, let me clean you off.â
âShe has a soft spot for you, (Y/N/N),â Finnick said, snapping you out of the memory.Â
Your mind was reeling. As you thought back to the years of friendship with Johanna, you realized that theyâre right, that sheâs never been mad at you, that she is only soft for you.
âI gotta go,â you mumble, getting up and quickly scurrying out of the room.
âWe still need to have this meeting,â Plutarch called after you, but you paid him no mind. You needed to get to Johanna.
Weaving through the underground halls towards the dormitory area, you could feel your heart pounding against your chest.
As you arrived at Johannaâs room, you took a deep breath and knocked. âJohanna?â
âItâs open,â she responded.
Pushing the door open, you were met with the sight of Johanna sitting on floor, leaning against her bed, as she fiddled with something between her fingers.
âYou knowââ You hovered over her, shoving your hands in your pocket. âYou missed the meeting. Coinâs pretty peeved.â
âYeah, well she can just fuck off,â Johanna cursed, still focused on the piece of fabric in her hands, which you recognized as the scrap of embroidery youâd given her before the Quell.Â
You moved to sit on the edge of the bed, a heavy silence still hanging in the air, as Johanna still had yet to really acknowledge you.
âAre you upset with me, Johanna?â you asked, selfishly wanting to confirm your suspicions.
âWhat? No.â Her head immediately snapped up as she finally looked at you. âWhy would you think that?â
âI donât know,â you mumbled, shrugging.Â
âWell, Iâm not.â She went back to playing with a stray thread on the scrap of cloth.
You nodded and another brief moment of silence passed between you before you asked, âJohanna, do you have feelings for me?â
Her eyes widened, clearly taken by surprise. âWhat?â
âWell, itâs just that everyone was talking about how you have a soft spot for me and that Iâm the only one you never get angry with. So, I started thinking and itâs true. Youâre always kind to me, even if youâre upset.Â
âYouâve been there for me all these years, through everything Snow and the Games have thrown at us, and I know I can always count on you. Iâve always cherished our friendship, which is why I never said anything, but I do love you. Iâm in love with you,â you confessed, ending your long-winded ramble.
Johanna remained quiet, still staring at the embroidered scrap. Pushing herself off the ground, she joined you to sit on the edge of the bed.
âRemember the day you gave me this?â
You nodded with a small hum. It was the last day you could see her before entering the arena where you would be separated. You wanted her to have a piece of you in case the worst were to happen.
âI was so angry that day,â Johanna revealed, finally looking up and meeting your eyes. âI thought this was your way of saying goodbye, that you were admitting defeat.â
âJohanna,â you trailed off, a crestfallen look on your face.Â
âLet me finish,â she softly insisted. âIt was the first night in the arena when I realized that that anger was actually fear. I remember watching the fallen tributes in the sky and holding my breath, praying you wouldnât show up. I was so scared, scared I was going to lose you.â
âYou didnât lose me.â You took her hand in yours, squeezing it lightly. âIâm right here.â
âI know.â She took a deep breath and gave you a small smile. âMostly, I was scared I wouldnât be able to tell you how I really felt about you.â
Your lips parted, hope flooding your body.
âI love you, (Y/N),â Johanna whispered so quietly that you wouldnât have heard her if you werenât inches away.Â
Tucking a loose hair out of your face, she glanced down at your lips.Â
âCan Iââ
Before she could finish her sentence, you leaned forward and kissed her. There were no sparks or fireworks like everyone says a first kiss should have. Rather, there was a sense of familiarity and comfort, as if you were all each other knew. And in a way, you were.Â
Johanna was the only constant thing in your life, the only person who truly knew you as you and not some violent victor or Capitol show pony.Â
Breaking apart, Johanna leaned her forehead against yours. Your eyes were still closed as you savored the feeling of her lips on your skin.
âHey.â She caressed your cheek with the pad of her thumb, and you opened your eyes with a content sigh.Â
âHi.âÂ
âYou know,â Johanna started, her fingers running through your hair as you dropped your head against her shoulder. âTheyâre right.â
âAbout what?â you mumbled into her shirt.
âI do have a soft spot for you,â she kissed the side of your head.
âGood.â You lifted your head, a small smile dancing on your face. âBecause I have one for you too.â
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HEEEEEELLLLOOOO GUYS GUYS GUYS!!!! đđđ
How are we doing today? I know that they were doing great
It's pretty much an idealized version of what I think that Velchid selfie turned out like, I'd imagine that those little star cameras aren't all that great in resolution since they have so much going on in them to just be able to fly, do you think they'd be like drones or something? If that's the case I can just imagine how bad the paparazzi are in Mount Rageous, or would those cameras only be red carpet exclusive? Who knows, but either way I tried to make it look like a little shittier photo with a lot of blinga-ding from reflection and lights. I hope you guys like it! It isn't my best work to be honest but it's nice đ
Oh and I don't know if this is already a thing or not, because I checked everywhere and couldn't really find it, tell me if you know someone who made this thingy first so I don't falsely claim it as mine okay?
So it's one where Orchid becomes a surprise assistant to Velvet and Veneer! (And of course Velchid is sprinkled in...not really sprinkled in, more like there's a full tub of salt)
So here's a little backstory if you want to know :D
As we know, there was mentioning of an assistant in the movie, or I just imagine it, I'm not sure atp it's 3 in the morning.
Anywhezel, so I thought it would be in one of those accidental encounters by chance.
Crimp had a hard day, on the verge of a breakdown every second because siblings became "kinda" overbearing, and with no assistant around to help (because they most likely quit), she had no help around them. There was nobody who was willing to take the job that was licensed for working and helping celebrities that way because of all the horror stories previous assistants shared around. Siblings didn't really care Crimp was alone with them, so they just put all the extra stuff on her.
Crimp knew she needed a bit of help purely to keep her sanity on the line with her, so she decided to take a walk and think about what to do next (after she made sure siblings were in bed of course). She sat on a bench in the nearest neon-colored park and cried, not knowing what else to do, and had to let it out.
But she heard someone approaching, turns out it was a purple haired mount rageon and she looked at Crimp sadly, and asking her what's wrong. That's how Crimp met Orchid!
Orchid was making her way from the grocery store and saw Crimp crying on the bench late at night, Orchid recognised her easily since Crimp was mentioned a few times by the siblings on social media, there were also some photos. Plus, despite being small she was hard to miss.
Crimp explained her situation and told Orchid she couldn't do everything alone anymore, and that no one was willing to take over a bit of the burden since the siblings simply scared everyone off. Which made Orchid feel sorry for her.
But Orchid figured, that she could perhaps help Crimp out, the job at that doughnut shop she worked at just wasn't payed enough for her to move out of her mom's apartment, she wasn't forced to move but craved some independence ever since she turned 18 (which wasn't that long ago).
A good bonus was that she got to work with her favorite duo! despite it probably, being a little challenging.
Orchid gave that proposition to Crimp, which made Crimp a bit sceptical, Orchid was a nice girl and didn't deserve that kind of stress, but Orchid persisted because Crimp didn't deserve all that stress either.
On the end Crimp agreed, it only had to go through the approval of the siblings first.
And as expected, Veneer didn't really mind who was helping Crimp as long as they helped Crimp in the first place, and everything gets done in time.
Velvet on the other hand wasn't all that for it, she remembered Orchid faintly from a memory of a concert, which meant Orchid was a fan, she didn't want some nosy stalker snooping around. But as she inspected further, and listened to what Crimp had to say, she reconsidered it and ended up agreeing, unenthusiastically.
So that's how Orchid is now a busy celebrity assistant for two.
The story is a little basic, but it is solid I think, there will probably be comics about it in the future if you're interested! đ
Also here's some Ritzneer I didn't post, warning! Boys kissing!!!
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Love you lovelies!!!! đđđđ
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hi! could i please request some comfort charles? like youâre sick or feeling down and heâs just the best boyfriend ever and helps you through it? thank you so much đ§Ą
Thank you for your request and sorry for the little delay! Hope you'll like it! Requests are open. I'm not guarantee you to be fast tho đ
Tissues and Pit stops
You couldnât be sick for Charlesâ home Grand Prix. You just couldnât be. You did not know how you managed to get the flu right before Monacoâs race but here you were, in bed a box of tissues next to you and medicine to help you get rid of the headache.
You had not said anything to Charles. You did not want him to worry, he did not need that. You were not proud to admit it, but you lied to your boyfriend when he asked you if you would come to the paddock for qualifying. You pretended to have some work to catch up on, but you still would be keeping an eye on the TV and cheering him on from the window. On the other hand, you did not manage to find a good excuse to miss his race. Thatâs why today you would keep things slow. Bed rest, soup, and medicine and hopefully, you were praying for it, on Sunday you would be fine for the race.
But what you did not plan was for Charles to show up upset at your door after the qualifying session. Ferrari had, once again, found a new way to mess with his home Grand Prix. When you opened the door to let him in, completely caught off guard by his presence, he immediately noticed that something was wrong.
Your flat was a mess which was unusual. You were always so put together, so organised. The opposite to Charles. So, seeing cluttery everywhere and abandoned dirty plates in the sink of the kitchen surprised him to say the least.
âBabe⊠are you okay?â he asked carefully while looking around.
âMe? Perfectly fine. Never been this good.â You tried to persuade him while trying to suppress a sneeze. âI should ask you the question, I heard about the penalty.â
âYeah⊠well it is what it is. I canât do anything about it. Iâll try to have a good race tomorrow, but I donât expect anything from it. I just needed to see you and hold you.â
He made a move to take you in his arms, but you skilfully avoided him, pretending to pick up something that was laying on the floor.
âIâm not sure itâs a good idea⊠you must have so many things to do. Like meetings and people to talk to. I donât want to stay in your way. And you must be tired. You should sleep itâs important.â
âY/N are you sure you okay, you are acting weird.â He was starting to worry.
âWhat do you mean? IâmâŠme. My usual self.â
âNo, youâre not. What are you hiding? Why is your flat a mess?â
âI told you; I caught up with some important paperwork and I just did not have time to clean.â
âI know my girlfriend and I know there is no way she would let her flat be this messy.â
His eyes scanned a room trying to find a clue that could explain his girlfriendâs strange behaviour. And then his gaze landed on the sofa where a used tissue and a stuffed animal he knew well from giving it to you on your first anniversary as a couple were lying around. As he approached, he noticed a heating bottle and a thermometer under a cushion. He did not need more to understand the matter.
âHow long have you been sick?â he asked.
âIt started this morning⊠I woke up with fever. Thatâs why I did not want to see you today⊠I donât want you to get whatever I caught. I would feel bad.â You confessed.
âBaby, you will always be one of my biggest priorities. I want you to tell me these kinds of things.â
âI did not want you to worryâŠâ Â
Without a word he took care of the stuff that was laying around in the living room before washing the dishes. When the flat looked cleaner, he took a blanket from your bedroom as well as your computer and installed them on the sofa and coffee table. He then went into the bathroom to prepare you a hot bath with some lavender in it to help you relax. Without asking for anything in return, he took care of you, washing your hair with your favourite shampoo and massaging your shoulders and back that were aching from the fever.
He then helped you get comfortable and once back in the living room he wrapped you in a big and fluffy blanket before making you both some chamomile tea. He pressed you against his chest while setting up your favourite movie, his hand tracing patterns on your skin and his lips absent-mindedly resting on the top of your head.
âCharles, I appreciate what you did, really but you should not be here. What if you got sick?â
âThen we will be sick together and honestly I donât mind it.â
And indeed, a few days later, Charles was stuck in bed with the same flu that you had a few days prior. And just like him, you spent the day taking care of him. After all, you both did promise to one another to always stick around when things would get rough. You were each otherâs rock, there in the good as well as in the bad moments. Forever and always.
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Hello! Can you write a Smoke x reader scenario where Smoke is in love with the reader but he doesn't realize it because he's never been in love before (not even have a crush) but he knows he strongly feels something and asks for advice on his feelings and for that person to be like "dude you're in love." And tries to help Smoke confess his feelings to the reader?
Sorry if this is very long lol đ
Spit it out!
Prior notes: Hi hi! Not long at all. Letâs see what we could do with this sweet man of ours.
Pairing: Tomas x Gn reader
Warnings âŒïž: None you silly goose
There is a feeling that Tomas gets whenever he looks at you. It feels like a whirlwind is starting up in his stomach. His heart rate skyrockets to the heavens above. His mind gets clouded with thoughts about you. What is this feeling?
Tomas doesnât know. But he yaps about it like crazy. He talks about it like a patient would to a doctor. Filled with curiosity and even some concern as if he hopes itâs nothing too bad.
âI mean, I donât get it. Thereâs no reason that my heart should be beating that fast and tingling. I donât feel like itâs a heart attack. Do you think they have some sort of power or ability to do that to people?â Tomas asked Kuai Liang.
He didnât even realize that Kuai Liang stopped drinking his tea. He had this blank expression yet his eyes show that he was lost in thought.
By the gods, he doesnât know does he?
âBut why would they try to do that to me? Or even cause me to get distracted during training? Itâs so weird. And when I get images of them in my head I feel-â
âTomas.â
âHuh?â
Kuai Liang took a deep breath before calmly trying to explain to Tomas what he was feeling.
âYouâre in love. It is simply that.â
ââŠoh. But what does that have to do with that feeling in my heart?â Heâs like a clueless puppy.
Kuai Liang couldnât blame his brother for not understanding his feelings. His father nor his mother had the time to teach him how to deal with his feelings. It was all just training to become a Lin Kuei assassin. Looks like he has to be a good brother and help him out.
âThatâs how love works. It makes you feel things. That feeling wonât go away unless you confess your feelings.â He calmly told Tomas.
Immediately Tomas was against the idea. He didnât even know he was in love before. Now heâs being told to confess his feelings for you? That sounds hard, impossible even!
âI will help, Tomas. There is no reason to be afraid of confessing your love. I confessed mine and now Harumi is my wife. The worst they could say is no.â
Tomas contemplated for a bit. This is all too much. But if Kuai Liang is right, maybe it is for the best to just spit it out. You never made him doubt that he couldnât trust you or that you would ever hurt his feelings. At least if youâre gonna say no, you will do it gently. You better do it gently.
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You were a little nervous when your grandmaster said he wanted to see you in his office. You didnât do anything wrong, trust me.
You knocked on the door of his office where you heard him call you in. You opened the door and were surprised to see Tomas there as well. He looked a bit paler for some reason. It looked like he was hiding something behind his back. Yet Kuai Liang looked as if nothing was strange.
âAh good, youâre here. I must apologize however as I need to step out for just a minute. I will get back to you soon. Iâm sure Tomas can keep you entertained.â And just like that Kuai Liang was out of the room as if he just set it on fire. It was only you and Tomas now.
âTomas, are you okay? You looked like you just saw a ghost.â You asked with concern as you went up to him.
He was already a nervous mess, confused on what he was supposed to do. It didnât help that your hand went up to feel his forehead as if you were checking for a fever.
Just give them the flower. Thatâs what Kuai Liang said, right? Oh god theyâre touching me. Why do I feel so hot? Damn they look fantastic today.
âI-I, Kuai Liang said-uh, Iâm s-supposed toâŠâ Not a great start.
In a moment of panic Tomas dug into one of his pockets and threw down a smoke bomb. Just like that he was gone and you were left coughing from the smoke. Well that was strange.
Once your coughing died down you could hear what sounded to be arguing from the other side of the door. You couldnât make out the words but you figured out it was Kuai Liang and Tomas having a scuffle.
And you would be right. The moment Kuai Liang saw Tomas teleport out of the room with his smoke magic he told him to get right back in the room. Tomas just felt worse now and he was begging his brother for another way to do this. But there is no other way. How else will you find out that he loves you if he doesnât say it.
âI canât, Kuai Liang. Itâs so hard. They looked too perfect today and I froze up which isnât really new. I told you they distract me. Their hands felt so nice, is it normal to want to hold their hand? Does love make you want to do those things?â He would have said more until he heard you speak.
âWhat?!â
Kuai Liang and Tomas didnât realize you opened the door when he was going on his little tangent. You finally saw the flower in Tomasâ hand which you assumed was for you. Thatâs just an assumption after what you heard. Kuai Liang quickly turned his brother around to face you so he can properly confess. And also to apologize for almost causing you to have an asthma attack.
âI-Iâm really sorry. I didnât mean to cause any issues. I didnât even realize I was in love with you until Kuai Liang told me. That sounds dumb I know. How was I supposed to know thinking about you a lot and feeling warm inside meant I liked you?â He said that with a bit of embarrassment.
You didnât find it dumb however. You actually found it cute. You took his hand into yours with a warm smile on your face.
âLove isnât the easiest thing, ya know. It takes time. We all learn to love eventually. And I do have the time to teach you how to love in many ways.â There was a look in your eyes that was screaming at Tomas that you liked him back. He didnât catch that though.
âTeach me? But I just want to be able to love you.â Whoosh
You heard Kuai Liang slap his forehead. This poor man.
âBrother, please, I love you but youâre killing me. Thatâs what they mean. Say yes already.â Kuai Liang sounded exhausted.
âSorry, still very new to this. So does this mean now that we areâŠ?â Spell it out for him, please.
âIt means we are a couple. We will take it slow donât worry. Just know that I accept your love.â You said warmly.
Tomas felt like his heart just exploded. He hasnât been this happy in so long. He feels all warm and tingly inside. Everything he thought was weird and strange before now feels right since you are his partner now. This feels great to him!
He was over the moon. He picked you up in his strong arms and hugged you tight. All with a cute smile on his face. He never wants to let you go now. And neither do you. Cause why wouldnât you love such a strong, brave, skilled, expressive, and sometimes sassy hunk of a man like him.
What a successful and productive day for Tomas. What an extremely long day for Kuai Liang. You have to thank him though for pushing Tomas to confess to you. Cause you sure as hell couldnât do it. You probably would have messed it up more than he did. Though you knew that you loved him, you also knew that you werenât the smoothest person in the universe. You still got your happy ending.
After notes: Those cookies in the corner of my room are calling for me and I told myself I can have a bite if I finished this. Hopefully I have succeeded in my duties in pleasing you. If i havenât you can force me to drink cranberry juice by itself. I love this man to death he is literally my main. Gotta give me a kiss goodnight later. AdiĂłs!
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Carlisle x Teen!reader - my family
Hey could you do one with the Cullens and a female teen reader, like maybe they save her from other vampires that are hunting in the area, but then sheâs scared of them because she knows their secret, and theyâre like reassuring her that theyâd never hurt her, and maybe adopt her? With some emphasis on Carlisle because heâs like the sweetest dad đ
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You had no idea what happened, one moment you were walking home from your part time job, and the next moment you were screaming and in pain from being slammed against a building.
âOh you humans are so annoying when you scream.â The man scoffed.
His red eyes pierced yours, and he crouched down in front of you, gripping your wrist tightly in his hand and no matter how hard you tried you couldnât pull it away.
Before he could hurt you, he was thrown away, and a woman was helping you stand up.
âCome on, quickly now.â She said softly.
She ushered you towards her car and put you inside and she got in the drivers side.
âWhat about them?â You asked.
âTheyâll be alright donât worry.â She smiled.
You nodded your head, you were dazed, and in the pain you didnât really think about not getting in a car with a stranger.
But your vision was fuzzy, and you head was pounding, and before you knew it you had fallen unconscious.
When you came too, the pain in your head wasnât as bad it was before, but it still hurt.
âHey, youâre awake. Howâre you feeling?â
You furrowed your brows a little and sat up, rubbing your head, and your fingers brushed against some stitches and you stopped.
âYou only need a couple, itâll be healed in no time donât worry.â
You looked at the voice and your confusion grew.
âDr Cullen?â
You looked around.
âWhere am I?â
âMy house, my wife brought you here when you passed out in her car. Do you remember anything of what happened?â He asked.
You thought for a few minutes before slowly nodding your head.
âAll of it.. he⊠red eyes⊠he was so fast⊠and strong..â
Carlisle sighed heavily, looking back at his family who were standing behind him waiting to hear what was going to be said.
âWe should probably have a talk.â He said softly.
He didnât want to, but at this point he had no choice but to explain everything to you, you already knew too much.
And while he was explaining everything you slowly stood up, backing away from them, tripping over something.
Esme acted quickly and without thinking, she was behind you in a second and you pulled away.
âDonât touch me!â
âOkay. Okay Iâm sorry.â
She backed away and Carlisle stood up, holding his hands up as he slowly moved around the couch.
âWeâre not going to hurt you.â He spoke gently.
âYouâre vampires⊠you hurt peopleâŠâ
âNo, no, we only feed in animals. I promise, itâs why we have different eyes.â He explained.
You still hesitant, and he understood it.
If he was in your shoes heâd be terrified as well.
âWe wouldnât hurt you (Y/N), you trust us right? We always hang out at school.â Alice smiled.
You turned to look at the Cullen children, and you stared at them all.
She was right, you were usually with her or Emmett during school, they were your two best friends and they had never hurt you.
They had always made sure you got home safe, got you food if you were hungry, helped you with homework and things you didnât quite understand.
They were your best friends.
But they were vampires.
And you were conflicted.
âWe havenât hurt you before have we?â Emmett asked.
You shook your head and he grinned a little bit.
âSo, you can trust us now right?â
âYouâre vampires⊠oh god thereâs vampires in my apartment building⊠I thought they were wearing contactsâŠâ
âWhat?â Rosalie asked.
You looked at her with wide eyes.
âA few people moved into the apartment building⊠there was a few empty apartments and they were rented out⊠I thought it was just party people⊠contactsâŠâ
â(Y/N) is there anyone else in your apartment? Parents?â Carlisle asked.
âNo⊠itâs just meâŠâ
He quickly nodded his head, and he walked over, placing a hand on your shoulder.
âWe canât do anything about it yet, itâs too dangerous. You can stay here for now, okay?â
You looked up at him and slowly nodded your head.
You wanted to go home, but you felt safer there then you did in your apartment complex now.
So they set you up in Aliceâs room, they got you a bed and anything else you might need, and you stayed with them.
At first, you stayed away, but soon you grew to accept them, and got used to them.
They were working on a way to safely and quietly get rid of the other vampires, and you had all your stuff moved into the Cullens home.
You basically lived there now.
Sitting in the kitchen, you watched as Carlisle made you some lunch.
âYou can cook really well for someone who canât eat it.â
He chuckled a little and looked at you.
âHave to blend in somehow.â
âTrue. Thatâs very true.â
You looked at your homework, finishing off the questions.
âMr Cullen?â
âYou can call me Carlisle you know.â
âI know. Itâs weird though, but⊠I want thank you for looking after meâŠâ
Carlisle stopped what he was doing and walked over, resting his arms on the counter and he took your pen so you looked up at him.
He smiled softly at you.
âYou donât have to thank me, if anything I should be thanking you for taking our secret and accepting us for it. I know they would be devastated if they lost you as a friend, especially Alice and Emmett. Do you mind if I ask you one thing?â
You shook your head.
âWhy do you live alone (Y/N)?â
You sighed a little.
âMy uh.. my parents passed away a few years back⊠Iâve been working since I turned 16 and moved out of the care home to live on my ownâŠâ
He nodded a little.
âYou must be exhausted.â
You shrugged a little.
âGot to work for what we want in life.â
He hummed a little and got up to finish making your lunch and he set it in front of you, moving your homework out of the way.
âYou can stay here if youâd like.â
âAs in live here?â
Carlisle nodded as he washed up.
âWeâve got the room, we can clear one of the other rooms into a bedroom just for you.â
âI canât do that, itâs okay. I suppose I donât mind living on my own.â
âYou wouldnât have to work, youâd just have to attend school thatâs all, plus I know everyone loves having you around.â
âI dunnoâŠâ
Carlisle chuckled a little.
âJust think about it, alright?â
âOkay.â
So you did, you thought about it for a few days and finally you agreed, and you got your own room.
They became your family, and you finally had time to relax and rest after nearly a year of working nonstop.
Months passed, and you were cooking yourself something to eat for dinner when everyone came filing into the room.
âItâs weird you guys watching me cook.â
Everyone laughed a little.
âWeâve actually got something for you.â Esme said.
You turned around and walked over.
âFor me?â
You looked at the vampires all grinning from ear to ear, and Carlisle handed you some papers and you carefully read them.
âYou.. want to adopt me..?â
âWe do. Youâve become part of the family, youâre our daughter now.â Esme smiled.
âYou donât have to become a vampire if you donât want to.â Jasper said.
You glanced at him then back to Esme and Carlisle.
âThis is all your choice, but the offer stands no matter how long you want to think about it.â
âYes.â
You set the papers in the table.
âI want you to adopt me.â
He smiled brightly and hugged you, and everyone joined for a group hug and you smiled brightly.
This was your family, and they would forever be your family no matter what
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Hii you're so talented!! i wonder if you could explain how you did this gif effect with the squares? and do you have any tips on colouring because yours is always top notch <3333
heyy thank you so much đ„č and of course! i've never really done a tutorial before but i'll try my best to explain it in a way that makes sense đ
so i start off with making my two gifs seperatly and colouring them as i normally would, once i've done that i load both gifs into the same project and once i've done all that i started on the grid part:
now go to view -> add guides and this window should pop up:
(it's was so daunting at first when i saw this i was like ????? and started putting in random numbers and was like oh that's how this works đ€Ł)
here's the settings i used for my gif which is 540px x 500px in size with 5 squares x 4 squares: (if you want more or less you just have to play around with it)
once you've done that it should look something like this:
now the next part is really up to preference again: add a vector mask onto the gif that's above the other one like this: (ignore the name of my folder that is irrelevant đ€Ł)
and then i used the rectangle select tool (this is because the rectangle select should lock onto the grid squares making it easier to erase certain sections) + a black brush tool to erase the squares to show the other gif that's underneath (you can reposition both gifs to your liking which is what i did)
before & after:
so my vector mask looks like this afterwards
(you don't have to do the squares so close together like i did it was just how i liked it & because of the scenes i had chosen that mine turned out this way)
now onto the grid lines: i used the line tool with these settings
just like with the rectangle select tool the line tool should lock onto the grid line you want to redraw, do this for every line that you want/have for your grid & once you're done go to view -> clear guides and it should look something like this: (added a version with just a black background so it can be seen a little easier)
(i'm ngl idk why my lines ended up kinda faded and not white đ€Ł i think it might be because i used a white fill instead of white stroke but it doesn't really matter to me because i got my ideal outcome anyway đ€Ł)
bonus step: you can stop here if you'd like but i wanted my lines to match my colouring & my intended typography so i put all my line layers into a folder and set the mode to difference & added a yellow fill layer with a clipping mask, like this:
and it should look like this:
you can also play around with the opacity of the lines too which is what i tried out but i prefered for my set the lines being at 100% opacity but it's really up to you with what you want to play around with
now once you're happy with everything merge those layers together (make sure they have the same amount of frames first before merging them) and either save as it is or add some typography like i did and you should end up with this:
for tips when it comes to colouring it really depends on what you're colouring, if you want to manipulate the colours as much as i do i recommend choosing a colour within the scene so you're not having to change too much, or finding scenes that have colours that can be manipulated more easy (any colour that aren't skin tones, unless you're working with red or yellow like i did here, i chose yellow because one of the outfits in the gif was yellow toned and it looked better with the gifset being yellow than my original colour which was blue), also looking for scenes were the people in it don't move as much also is a big help!
i hope this helps :) feel free to ask more questions if you didn't understand or want some more tips i honestly don't mind!
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[A/n:This is based on the first experience with Satan in NightBringer, when he charged at you and all, and agian, that was the best gif i could find, tumblr never really has what im looking for đ
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Summary:Satan charges at the wrong guy
Type:Scenario: Brothers + Diavolo + Barbatos + M!MC
Version:NightBringer
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Standing in front of everyone kinda hurt. They didn't know who you were, but it was kinda funny that they thought you were a demon. As Diavolo explained, the doors barged open. Walking in, well storming in, was a very angry Satan. He was pissed off and started ranting about how Lucifer and everyone else chained him up and how they'll regret it. The brothers dodged Satan pretty well. They've clearly been dealing with this a lot. It wasn't until Satan looked at you.
"Buddy... I'm not a part of this, don't even think about it"
You chuckled a little at your remark, but Satan? Oh, Satan was pissed at that remark. So he did what an avatar of wrath does best. He charged at you. As he got closer and closer, you got ready. Staring him down like a bull in a rodeo. Once he got closer enough, you turned your body, just enough to where he'd run past you. You didn't let him run. You grabbed his tail, just to pull him back. And before he had a chance to react, you grabbed his horns and shoved him to the ground. Once he was on the ground, you got on top of him, pushing his head to the floor and pushing down on his spine so he couldn't get up, you put all of your body weight and strength on him, once you knew you were in the clear you leaned down to his ear.
"If you ever ran at me like that again, I swear Satan. I'll. Have. Your. Head. Do you understand?"
He tried to push himself up, only to get shoved back down, but ruffer.
"I said, do you understand"
Satan mumbled something under his breath, looking over his shoulder with the best of his ability. He saw your glare and glared back. But you gripped his horn until it hurt. It almost felt like you were trying to snap it like a twig.
"FINE! I won't charge at you again"
You raised your eyebrow, still holding him in place.
".... I swear, now get off me!"
You smirked before pushing yourself off of him. As Satan stood up, Mammon whispered to Diavolo.
"Hes, our attendant? Are you sure?"
Diavolo laughed.
"He's perfect for this"
Diavolo smiled at you, a grateful smile. The brothers watched as you walked back to them, with Satan glaring daggers into the back of your head. You knew, but you laughed it off.
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[A/n:I can't really remember what happened, soo đ€·. I hope you enjoyed]
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What can I say, I was in a mind control/brainwashing mood. Iâve also lowkey been on a living weapon kick for a while, so I guess it was inevitable I would combine the two.
If the flow or voice of my writing changes unexpectedly in this one, thatâs because I skipped around like crazy and wrote adjacent chunks of this at totally different times. đ
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CW: Brainwashing, mind control, captivity, corruption, dehumanisation, somewhat creepy whumper, bad ending (for the hero anyways đ). I think I got a little unhinged with this oneâŠ.
Hero was brought before their enemy, held between two of Villainâs goons.
âVillain.â Hero glowered. The villain came closer and looked them over.
âIâve finally caught you,â Villain said, smiling. âOh, youâre going to do great things for me.â
âIâll never help you!â
âNot of your own free will, you wonât. But I believe Iâve found a way around that.â
âWhat is that supposed to mean?â
Villain didnât elaborate. Hero was taken to a dark room and forced into a chair with a gratuitous number of restraints. They tried to fight, but eventually ended up strapped down. And then more thoroughly strapped down. Restraints all over their limbs, across their torso, then something that wrapped around their forehead.
âIâd tell you that resisting is useless, but I donât expect youâd listen,â Villain said from off to Heroâs side. âWell, Iâll see you later, Hero.â
Hero could hear the infuriating smile in Villainâs voice even though they werenât looking at them. Hero growled slightly and tugged against the restraintsâwhich didnât give way, of course, Villain wasnât that careless.
Hero heard the door shut, and just like that they were left alone in the darkness.
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At first, Hero wasnât sure what Villain had been talking about. Of course, they werenât happy about the restraints and captivity, but none of it seemed out of the ordinary. They could handle this. Villainâs insinuations made them a little nervous, though. Villain wasnât the type to make idle threats.
When they got bored and irritated enough, Hero tried shouting. No response. Still, they felt they could handle this. Itâs not like their nemesisâ smug face was much better than isolation anyways.
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It wasnât just isolation that they were dealing with. Hero wasnât certain how, but Villain was messing with their head without even speaking to them. It hadnât been immediately obvious, but it was too consistent and drawn out now for Hero to explain it away as just their imagination. Lies were slithering their way into Heroâs mind in a manner similar to their own thoughts, but far too methodical to be just that. Sometimes Hero even experienced feelings that didnât belong, however briefly. Hero knew they were lies, and could consciously reject them, but they couldnât block them out.
Hero figured the most likely culprit was the weird band thing Villain had put across their forehead. It was thick and clunky enough to have some weird technology in it, and it didnât seem a necessary part of their restraints. Hero wiggled and thrashed their head as best they could, but it seemed to be fixed in place too well for them to get it off that easily.
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Hero had bruised themself struggling. Probably scraped a little too. They were sore in countless places from pulling and fighting against the restraints, but it had all been in vain. Nothing seemed any looser, and that horrid device was still well affixed to their head.
They were not giving in. With a physical struggle having proved useless, Hero turned their efforts at resistance inward, focusing on fighting whatever Villain was trying to do to them in their own head rather than in the physical world.
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Hero was agitated. They didnât feel quite right. They couldnât be sure that whatever Villain was using on them wasnât already having an effect. They countered it as best they could with their own thoughts, but they couldnât be sure.
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Hero felt sick. It was like what Villain was doing made them all messed up inside. They werenât sure if it was a psychosomatic result of an emotional reaction they were having, or if some part of Villainâs treatment actually had a physical effect on them, but Hero was feeling nauseated. And justâŠoff. They squeezed their eyes shut and made a sound that was a little too pathetic for their taste. They didnât feel right. They wanted out.
âŠ
Hero was still feeling unwell when Villain checked in on them.
Hero was transferred to a different room and restrained in a different position, but they were kept just as secure as before. Their captor strode into the room, seeming far too comfortable for Heroâs liking.
âVillain,â they spat, jerking ineffectually against their restraints with the automatic urge to fight their nemesis.
âGot some fire left in you, I see. Tell me, do you still remember your name?â
Hero cursed Villain instead of answering. Of course they still remembered their name, but they werenât giving Villain any information that might make Villainâs nasty little project easier.
Villain was unphased by the vitriol. âHmm. Sounds like itâll take a while.â
âWhat will take a while? What exactly are you doing?â
Villain shrugged with the slightest of smirks. âDonât worry about it. By the time you find out for sure, you wonât mind. Now unless you have something productive to say, I think weâre done here.â Villain beckoned to one of their henchmen.
âNo! Donât put me back in there!â Hero wished they could have said that in a way that sounded remotely threatening, but they just sounded desperate. They couldnât let Villain change them, couldnât lose themself.
âIâm afraid thereâs not much of an option. Unless youâve miraculously decided to change sides?â
âIâm not helping you. Iâm not helping you.â Hero pretended they were only saying it to spite their captor, and not saying it partially to reassure themself. âI wonât do it.â
âWeâll see.â
Hero screamed and fought as Villain dragged them back there, but it wasnât enough. Villain had them secured too well for it to result in anything but a few more scrapes and bruises.
Hero went back to the darkness, back to the restraints and the sickening feeling of Villainâs messages sidling their way into Heroâs brain.
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They tried to fight it. They really did. But Hero couldnât keep it up all the time, not for this long. They found themself slipping. Not listening really, but letting things through. It wasnât right, and it wasnât what they wanted, but it was easier.
They picked up their efforts at resistance again when they caught themself, but the fact that they caught it happening multiple times was telling enough.Â
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Heroâs humanity felt further out of reach than ever before. It didnât really feel like a person anymore. That wasnât a good feeling. Hero wept.
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It couldnât remember its name. That was distressing. It wasnât supposed to be able to feel distress, but it did. It wished it didnât.
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It had been told its name was 491. It supposed that must be true.
Something was still wrong, though. Its feelings werenât quite right. It didnât feel like this was how things were supposed to be. It knew things were meant to be this way, really, it just didnât feel right. Maybe it just needed more time.
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The weapon didnât feel distressed anymore. It didnât feel much at all. Villain had fixed it. It was working better now, not experiencing incorrect feelings or going against what it was made for.
It wasnât going to fight against them any more. It would do what it was told, as it was meant to. It wouldnât struggle anymore, or have bad emotions like it had when it was working wrong.
It understood what it was, and who it belonged to. It was a weapon, forged by Villain and for their purposes. The resemblance it had to real people was a testament to Villainâs craftsmanship rather than any sort of indication of its humanity. Its maker and owner was very skilled, and someone more than worthy of its best.
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It didnât know how long it was before Villain got it out of its restraints. Not that such things mattered to it. It was Villainâs to keep where they wanted, and they needed to make sure it was fixed and working right.
âHow are you doing now?â they asked once it was freed and standing.
âOperating properly, sir.â
Villain grinned. They ran their hands over the weapon, inspecting, and it stayed in place and let them. Villain looked over it hungrily.
They slapped its face. It showed no reaction except to turn its head to face forward again afterwards.
âPerfect,â Villain purred, leaning on its shoulder and twirling a finger in its hair. 491 didnât react to the handling.
Villain grabbed its hair and pulled its head back, exposing its throat. Not a very strategic position to put the weapon in, but of course its owner could do whatever they wanted with it. âWill you tell me what you are?â they breathed into its ear.
âYour weapon, sir.â
âThatâs exactly right.â They released it and righted its head. âAnd you have no problems with that? No problems with doing whatever I say?â
âOf course not. Thatâs what Iâm made for.â
âYesss. Perfect.â
Villain took a step back and looked over their weapon once more. They were smiling, with something like victory in their eyes.
âYour precious hero agency wonât stand a chance,â Villain said gleefully.
âSir?â 491 didnât understand; the hero agency didnât belong to it, nor did 491 think of it as precious.
âOh, donât worry about it. Itâs justâŠa figure of speech.â
âYes, sir.â
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