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qdbs-writes · 7 months

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Do you write fem readers?!? 😭 If so can you write some head cannons about the Cullens with a goth s/o

i proudly write for all readers, nonny! and I'm gonna assume this about about trad!goth, but I'll try and make sure this applies to most goth subcultures!

Cullen Clan x Goth!Fem!S/O

Carlisle Cullen

He's confused but supportive. Back in his day, the term 'goth' only applied to the people who sacked Rome, which he'll remind you of regularly, especially if you're visiting the Volturi (who will also assume that you are directly connected to the ancient Goths, and would fear you as a result).

He'd be interested in your genealogy, because he thinks you're connection to the goth style can't be mere coincidence or personal choice, and it wouldn't be difficult to find out either, all he'd have to do is check if you have any Germanic ancestry from the last 2000 years.

Esme Cullen

If you're happy and comfortable, she's happy and comfortable. While it probably isn't her style personally, she's quick to see the benefits. For instance, black is a very easy colour to maintain, particularly with regards to cleaning.

Her only concern is getting you clothes other than black so that you can have something to wear to events that may require specific colours, like if you two are guests at a wedding (she wouldn't want you wearing black as it's bad luck for the couple).

Edward Cullen

Edward himself is basically a diet-corporate goth, so dating you will probably help him develop his own sense of comfort in the style.

The two of you are regularly seen brooding in the Forks CVS, loitering around the hair dye section, silently terrifying all of the elderly people waiting at the pharmacy.

Edward is likely already very familiar with goth music, has absolutely been to some Bauhaus concerts in his time, and probably has a respectable collection of gothic rock records in his room.

Rosalie Hale

It'll be like a Barbie/Oppenheimer-esque clash in aesthetics. I personally see Rosalie with a very Y2K aesthetic, so the two of you walking down the street together might turn some heads.

That doesn't mean that she isn't fully supportive of your style though, and appreciates the philosophy of the aesthetic, how it's a style built on defying expectations of conformity and obedience. In her short life, all Rosalie knew was to dress properly, smile, be open, happy, a willing host, an amusing guest. In death, she's proud to be herself, and even prouder to be with someone so comfortable with dressing exactly how they want, regardless of what others might think.

Emmett Cullen

You dress scary and Emmett loves it. He has regularly compared you to a venomous snake, your black clothes and aggressive makeup mean that almost everyone in Forks steers clear of you. But not Emmett, he's never had the survival instincts to stay away from things that could kill him, in fact, your "unapproachable" style only drew him in more.

Absolutely loves wandering around Forks with you, even if you aren't particularly doing anything. He thinks it's hilarious that some people cross the street to avoid you, it's like having 'scary dog' privileges.

Alice Cullen

She'd seen you in her visions for some time, but she almost didn't recognise you when you started dressing strangely and wearing heavy makeup. At first, it disturbed her, you looked like the sleep-paralysis demons that used to haunt her in the asylum.

Once she gets the chance to meet you in real life, that fear quickly subsides. Through your relationship, Alice learns how much of a safe space goth society can be, and that she can rely on other goths to not be judgemental towards her like so many others are.

Jasper Hale

Greatly appreciates the Victorian-era elements that are incorporated into your clothes, it helps him feel less old. You'll make his day if you show any interest in his clothes and jewellery that he had in life, particularly the more morbid pieces (such as the ring made out of his mother's hair).

If you're looking particularly historical, he'll love to get in his original clothes from when he was alive (except the ""uniform"" that shan't be mentioned), and stroll about Forks with you, arm in arm, like a true Southern gentleman.

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two-white-butterflies · 9 months

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invisible string | m33 | part three

Description: You face a career-ending injury, that forces you to give up your childhood dream. 7 years later, you return to the paddocks as a guest - and as the Team Principal of Prema Racing. What happens when feelings are too difficult to hide?

Pairing: max verstappen/racer!reader

part one | part two | part four

itsmee_yn: thank you max, still mad though. :)

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maxverstappen1: How can i make u happy? asking for a friend - itsmee_yn: ur friend can slide into my dms for starters - - maxverstappen1: What if he's already there? - - - itsmee_yn: then he should message me 😉 - olaolaola: HOW IS THIS MAX'S FIRST LONG COMMENT 😭

lewishamilton: They should study you in a lab. - itsmee_yn: you just got unblocked, do you really wanna push it? - - lewishamilton: 💚

watchmedogie: THIS IS SOMETHING I DIDN'T SEE COMING - emmawrites: I saw this coming 8 years away 😭

maxverstappen1: Black and White 🖤🕊

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nicorosberg: Please fix this, I thought my friend died.

danielricciardo: Why did you kill her?

itsmee_yn: "Y/N stand here, I'll take a picture of you."

landonorris: Not Max killing Y/N 😭

kimimatiasraikkonen: 🤣

F1SUPERFAN: I think they're dating ??

maxverstappen1: 💚 #Y/NArmy #2016WDC

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itsmee_yn: is that ur friend?? she looks hot, can u introduce me? - maxverstappen1: Sorry but she's already taken. - - itsmee_yn: just because there's a goalkeeper doesn't mean that you can't score

maxandynuniverse: ARE THEY DATING? - marianacore28: i don't think so, they're always flirty with each other even back in the day

landonorris: side eye 💀

mercedesandredbull: This is softlaunch coded 😅

THE QUESTIONS FROM THE GRID CAME POURING IN.

maxverstappen1: nightmare fuel 🥹

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itsmee_yn: WHERE DID YOU FIND THIS PHOTO?

itsmee_yn: Oh this is so sick 😭

lewishamilton: My sleep paralysis demon at 3am - itsmee_yn: This is so sick...

itsmee_yn: idk which one is max ? #OrangeArmy

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maxverstappen1: Candid picture of me and my future gf

ellabandsz2: DID YA'LL SEE MAX'S COMMENT

oriana23: Y/N L/N respect button ->

maxsuperfan: Y/N is too ugly for Max yuck

comments have been restricted.

maxverstappen1: Glad to have Y/N L/N here in the Redbull Garage.

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itsmee_yn: ❤️

lewishamilton: Tell her to go inside the Mercedes Garage.

nicorosberg: Nostalgic.

itsmee_yn: drove around the tracks for a few laps. still getting used to being a passenger. i feel bad for having them drive with a speed limit...one day ❤️

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ynlewisnicouniverse: Praying for your return in F1 ma'am

maxverstappen1: ❤️

lewishamilton: You are a legend ✨

echelonuniverse9: We miss you 😔

maxverstappen1: This girl only uses the umbrella on herself 🥱

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itsmee_yn: OMG I'M SORRY 😭 I DIDN'T REALIZE - maxverstappen1: I only accept apologies in kisses

danielricciardo: Y/N is so mean - itsmee_yn: shut up

maxandynshipper: Are you dating?

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#max verstappen #max verstappen fic #max verstappen x you #max verstappen x female reader #f1 fics #f1 #f1 imagine #max verstappen x reader #f1 smut #f1 fanfic

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blues824 · 4 months

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🌸💗 I am bacccc! I come to ask more the mistletoe prompt! With Jack and Sebek, I was hoping their gn!darling could be a Fae of the nightmares/ or what my roommate calls a sleep paralysis demon! 🥺😊

You requested: Mistletoe

Whenever I see Sebek’s name, I go feral

Jack Howl

You had met when he was strolling about in the forest behind the school. You tended to hang about in dark places, but you needed to be alone at the moment. He thought you were ethereal in a rather dark way. You were carrying a candle, walking gracefully and slowly, taking in the mystery of the woods.

Jack was trying to clear his mind as well. Ace and Deuce were horrible during class, and he had a headache that wouldn’t go away. However, it seemed to disappear the second he saw you. You were in your Diasomnia uniform, and you didn’t notice that he was there. Unfortunately for him, he stepped on a twig, and in seconds you were right next to him, asking who he was.

Anyway, you had joined the First Year group of unlikely friends, and you even entered a courtship with the wolf. Everyone, including him, was surprised that you accepted his confession, but he was happy that you did. It was right in time for the holidays as well, because you both got busy with getting ready for the dormitory Christmas parties.

However, the First Years headed to Ramshackle shortly after the celebrations ended, despite being exhausted. You were as graceful as the day he met you in the forest, despite fatigue being apparent on your face. Now, what you both didn’t know (you did know, as you had seen it in everyone’s dreams, but you weren’t going to stop it), was that they placed mistletoe in various locations so that you were bound to walk under it.

It didn’t take long, and Ace shouted and pointed to it. Jack’s ears fell, face glowing red as he looked at you. You grabbed the lapels of his leather jacket and pulled him into a rather passionate kiss, and you could hear his tail hitting Deuce from how hard it was wagging. Grim shouted a loud GET A ROOM, and it made Jack break away in embarrassment.

Sebek Zigvolt

You had visited his dream the first night you were in Diasomnia, and he did not appreciate how you took control of it just to introduce yourself. However, it was strange. You interrupted everything and just strolled in gracefully. Sebek found himself paralyzed, and not because of your appearance… You made it so that he actually could not move.

When he saw you in the dormitory the next morning, walking out of the gate, he had the sudden urge to talk to you. He could sense that you were a fae, and that already got his respect. You, however, had a bit of trouble concealing your smile as you denied his accusations of entering his dream with your magic. Your efforts were in vain, as you let out a giggle, blowing your cover.

Again, everyone was surprised when they found out that Sebek was courting you. Yuu was very supportive and even very excited, but everyone else thought it was a fake relationship. However, they created a plan that was sure to reveal the nature of your association with him. They were living for drama, but little did they know, they would not be getting it.

As you headed to Ramshackle, arm in arm, you were joined by your friends and the smell of more food in the dilapidated dormitory. However, it was different. You were surrounded by people who have helped defeat overblot after overblot. You noticed that your friends were whispering amongst each other, snickering as they looked at you both.

The mistletoe was hanging over the front door, and since you both entered together, you stood under it. Ace and Epel pointed it out, and you both looked up to confirm it. Sebek was so flustered and embarrassed, shouting at the two for pressuring someone as great as you to do something like this before marriage. But, he was further flustered when you pulled him in by the lapels of his jacket into a kiss.

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art-missy · 26 days

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Overwhelmed (Gekko x Reader)

Part. 1

Part. 2

Sorry in advance for my terrible English. I'm actually more of an English reader and listener than an actual speaker or writer. I also apologize for the dull writing style that could seem quite childish. I just wanted to test something by posting this.

If a few months ago somebody had told you that you would be spotted by a secret organization whose job is to protect your world against the threat of agents from another dimension, you would have laughed so hard that your guts would have spitted out. If that ‘somebody’ had continued with the fact that this organization would contact you in some way to recruit you just because you maybe took down a K-SEC facility by yourself and also because your skills interested them, you would have told them to sell their idea to a filmmaker. If that ‘somebody’ had then insisted that you would spend one of your days off with a few other agents of that organization by watching Disney movies and hearing them sing their guts out, you would have told them to stop.

Well, look at you now, exchanging astounded glances with Iso as Neon reached a note so terrifying that you were pretty sure she could have won the Oscar of the best scream in a horror movie. You were slightly worried about the state of her vocal cords.

“And she’s not even drunk.” Muttered Yoru when he saw your dumbfounded expression as he finished his can of soda. Phoenix let out a booming laugh and nudged your and Iso’s arms playfully.

What the hell were you doing here ? You were so at peace in your hideout. How did Valorant find you ? Oh yeah. Cypher. No one can hide from the Moroccan sentinel and you understood it quite quickly when he appeared in each of your hideouts everytime you tried to run away. Hard to hide from someone whose eyes are literally everywhere. It has been quite hard for him too to convince you that the intentions of Valorant were noble when he appeared each time in the middle of the night like a sleep paralysis demon. The process of convincing you had been long and hard but Cypher was patient and quite stubborn. Especially when it came to visiting each of your hideouts (even the one under the Mediterranean Sea) and finishing all your different packs of tea. Well, at least you had now Big Brother as a mentor.

You jolted a little, startled when Raze and Killjoy suddenly stood up to start a duet while waltzing around the room. The level of love and affection in their eyes made you wonder if they weren't from a Disney movie themselves. You could literally see their eyes changing form to turn into hearts as their souls were screaming ‘I love you’ in their respective languages. And you found it adorable despite your exhaustion.

Jett playfully threw some popcorn at the couple, telling them to get a room. You’re pretty sure she didn't notice the few candy and crumbs of snacks in her ponytail.

Clove were jumping on the different bean bag chairs, singing as if their life depended on it while Wingman cheered at their antics.

And you, you let out a small sigh as you took a sip of your bubbletea. All this chaos because of Frozen.

You swore that if you heard the songs ‘Love is an open door’ or ‘Let it go’ again, you would go apeshit.

You maybe should have join Deadlock for a reading session in her quarters instead of accepting Gekko’s invitation. Or just listening to music in your room. Or maybe drawing. You were certain that it would have been more peaceful and less mentally draining than this Disney night. And when you shared another glance with Iso, you knew he thought the same thing. It was visibly way too much for your introverted asses.

“Hey,” Gekko put a gentle hand on your shoulder. “Are you okay ?”

You shot him a tired look.

You sometimes miss your old life. You missed your different hideouts where you could see the sunset over the mountains, the sea creatures under the Mediterranean Sea, the snow in the Siberian desert or the rain falling on the trees of a random forest. Where you didn't have to interact with people every single day of the week.

You loved the Valorant protocol and you got along with the people you met there. But sometimes it was too much. You took down this K-SEC facility because you knew how shady the experimentations they were running were, not because you wanted to attract the attention of a secret organization. You sometimes resented Cypher for finding you, for stealing you from these calm moments, even though you knew that you accepted to be an agent of Valorant of your own free will and for a good cause.

“Hey,” Repeated Gekko. “Are you okay ?”

You gently pushed his hand off your shoulder and stood up from your bean bag chair.

“Sorry.” You muttered.

And you rushed out of the room as Gekko called for you, his tone full of worry. You speed-walked towards the garden of the base, putting your headphones on your ears and slightly relaxing when the music reached your brain. You took a deep breath and the wind caressed your skin as you finally walked into the gardens. You took off your shoes and let the grass tickle your bare feet. The night sky watched over you as you finally took a seat on a bench.

Better.

You felt better. You breathed better. You lived better. The music in your ears relaxed your muscles, and the wind murmured on your skin, bringing the fragrance of the different flowers of the garden. You definitely had to compliment Sky and Sage.

Your phone suddenly vibrated and you noticed that Iso sent you a link to a playlist.

⟨Here. To relax your nerves.⟩

You internally smiled and sent a text message to the Chinese duelist to thank him. You started the playlist and relaxed even more when the first note of the first song reached your ears. Iso really did have good taste in music.

You were about to close your eyes when you suddenly felt a finger patting your shoulder. You jolted a little and turned your head to the side to see Cypher’s blue lenses staring back at you. You pulled your headphones down and raised an eyebrow at him.

“Big Brother is watching me ?”

The sentinel let out a small chuckle and sat down beside you, a trap wire traveling on his knuckles.

“Overwhelmed ?”

“No shit, Sherlock.”

“I thought I was Big Brother.”

You rolled your eyes but a small smile tugged the corners of your lips. You leaned on the backrest of the bench and let out a deep sigh.

“I’m not in the mood for a game of chess, Cypher.”

The masked man nodded and hummed softly.

“I suspected it.”

“Then why are you here, Optimus Prime ?” You groaned, stretching your arms over your head.

Cypher’s head tilted slightly and by his body language you suspected a smirk to be present under his mask.

“To check on you, dear.”

You raised a skeptical eyebrow and your eyes squinted slightly.

“Right. And may I ask why, dear ?” You scoffed as you rolled your eyes again. “Wait. Let me guess. You saw me walking away from the common room through these cute little cameras of yours, got curious when you couldn't see me then came here.” You interrupted yourself then shook your head. “Nope. There are also cameras in the garden. Then why did you come here ?”

Cypher let out another small chuckle and patted your head with an odd but paternal affection.

“Look who’s playing Sherlock, now.”

You let out an annoyed groan as you tried to push his hand away from your head but Cypher’s mood stayed playful.

“What kind of mentor would I be if I didn't worry about my protégé ?”

You snorted but nodded with a sarcastic smile.“More of a stalker than a mentor.”

“A stalker who is worried about you, then.”

You couldn't see it but you heard the soft smile in his voice. He leaned a bit more towards you, the brim of his long hat hid you from the night sky and the usual faint glow of his blue lenses looked like two little will-o’-the-wisps in the obscurity of the garden. It reminded you of the first time you met each other, a few days after you took down this K-SEC facility. It was in a dark alleyway and the first thing you saw was these blue lenses before you could make out his long and slender figure. But because of his long hat and the darkness of the alleyway, you had almost taken him for a mutated palm tree. Even today you facepalmed yourself when you remembered those thoughts as your eyes stared into his lenses.

“Who eats alone, chokes alone.” He finally whispered with a conspiratorial tone. Something was telling you that he winked under his mask.

“What ?” You facepalmed.

“It’s an Arabic proverb.” He leaned back and his head tilted again. “Loneliness is neither your ally, nor your enemy. It is impartial. In your case, you use it to recharge yourself, but it can also drain you without you noticing, making you depend on it. Use your loneliness but don’t be alone.” His voice dropped a few octaves lower and you felt his eyes sinking deeply into yours. “Use your balance.”

Something was telling you that he was speaking from experience. A slight twitch in his body language maybe. Or a tiny heaviness in his already thick accent, indication of the unusual emotions in his voice. And you realized just now how little you knew about your mentor.

Cypher nodded, as if satisfied by your visible confusion, stood up from the bench and started to walk away.

“Wait a minute, Darth Vader !” You exclaimed, pointing a frustrated finger at him. “I don't speak proverbial shit and neither does google translate. Come back here or I’ll tell Sky you put cameras in the garden !”

Cypher kept walking away, humming a soft tune.

“Speaking of balance…”

“I don’t understand the proverbial shit, you cheap Cyberpunk shit !”

“Have a good night, dear.” He turned towards you briefly. “Oh, and your strawberry teas are delicious.”

This fucker.

He kept walking away until going back inside and you suddenly heard hurried footsteps. You turned your head and saw Gekko and Wingman running in your direction before stopping in front of you.

How did you know it was Gekko with the lack of light ? First of all, Wingman. Second of all, his hair.

Gekko was catching his breath with his hands on his knees while Wingman jumped on your lap, making a few garbling sounds. You raised an eyebrow and looked at them, confused.

“Are you dying ?” You asked Gekko and your eyes widened slightly when he started to wheeze. “Gekko ?”

“Dios !” He exclaimed as he finally caught his breath. “I looked for you throughout the whole base !”

“Did you have to run a marathon for that ?”

Despite your dry tone, your eyes only showed concern for him. You patted the space beside you on the bench and he gladly sat down. He then looked at you and despite the obscurity, you were certain his brows furrowed in worry.

“Are you okay ?”

You shot him a deadpanned look.

“You put your legs through a nocturnal torture by running like a possessed fool throughout the whole base, found me here relaxing in the garden while the soft fragrance of flowers and the night sky kept me company, and ended up wheezing like a dying man about to spew his lungs out and you are asking me if I’m okay ?”

You looked at his figure from head to toe as he chuckled at your small outburst. He was still a bit out of breath from his little run but he seemed quite fine.

“Damn ! Your descriptions are always so…special. Clove would definitely love you to be the Dungeon Master of their next DnD game.” His laugh calmed down and he nervously cleared his throat. “Anyway. I wanted to check on you. You didn't seem fine in the common room. Are you feeling a bit better now ?”

You shot him a bored look and let a deep sigh out of your lungs. Wingman made a few high chirped noises indicating his worry.

“You really love wasting your time, don’t you ?” Your eyes wandered on the night sky. “Aren't you missing the end of the movie ? Shouldn't you be inside with your friends ?”

Gekko frowned and looked at you funny.

“You’re my friend too.”

You let out a small snort that only deepened his frown.

“I’m serious.” He insisted. “We’re maybe not as close as you are with Cypher or Deadlock or… Iso, but I see you as my friend and I will always have your back.”

You looked back at him and even though you couldn't see him clearly because of the obscurity, you felt his eyes looking at you with a fierce determination.

“Plus,” he continued, “you always have my back on the field, fighting like a total badass against the enemies. Remember our last mission in Lotus ? I would have been dead meat if you weren't there.”

Wingman (who had gotten comfy on your lap) nodded with vehemence, agreeing with Gekko’s words.

“I’m not quite sure if you can be ‘dead meat’ when someone like Sage is around.” You said, raising a skeptical eyebrow.

Gekko made a noise between an amused chuckle and a sigh of frustration. You couldn't figure out what was on his mind, which is quite surprising since he was usually so expressive. He then suddenly got closer to you on the bench, grabbed your shoulders and leaned a bit more towards you.

“My point is : you got my back and I got yours. You're my friend and I won’t leave you alone.” His fingers gently squeezed your shoulders. “And I’m sorry.”

It was now your turn to frown as you did not understand why he was apologizing for.

“I invited you to this movie night so I could have an occasion to get to know you better, so we could get to know each other and bond on something that is not mission related.” He explained. “But you clearly weren't at ease. I thought you were about to have a panic attack, back there.”

You felt his thumbs caressing your shoulders as his hands squeezed you a bit more tightly.

“I’m sorry.”

You shook your head and let out another sigh. “Don’t apologize. Your intentions were innocent and sweet.”

You couldn't see the blush on his cheeks but you noticed the slight twitch in his body language.

“Everything's fine.” You insisted. “I’m perfectly fine. Plus, with the new playlist Iso sent me, I can just relax and enjoy the quietude of the garden.”

“Oh.” He said simply.

His voice showed disappointment, sadness even. You vaguely felt his grip on your shoulder faltering a little while Wingman made a few sad garbling sounds.

��Gekko ?”

You couldn't see his face, but his body language showed a slight dispiritedness that didn't match his usual playful and confident personality.

“You and Iso are really close, huh.” He said with an uncharacteristically neutral tone.

His shoulders were now slightly slumped.

“Well, we had heard about each other before we joined Valorant. It was funny to finally meet the infamous ‘Dead Lilac’ in this secret organization.” You chuckled little, finding the circumstances of your first meeting with the Chinese duelist quite embarrassing. You remembered knocking your head so hard against his chest that it spinned a little.

“That’s…uhm…kinda cute, I guess.”

You wondered what was on the mind of the piece of sweet-woman-heartthrob-trope that Gekko was.

“Well I don't know if it’s cute, but we’ve been exchanging playlists and book recommendations since.” You shrugged and Gekko’s hands slided down your arms at your action. “He’s cool. He has a sweet ‘older sibling’ vibe that put me at ease.”

The young initiator seemed to perk at your words and so was his radivore critter.

“‘Older sibling’ vibe ?” He repeated. “What do you mean ?”

“Well, you see how siblings sometimes banter with each other but always have each other's back ?” You started to explain and you saw his figure tilting his head. “Well that's our relationship with Iso. You probably know what I’m talking about. I noticed that you had quite the same thing with Neon.” You shrugged again.

His whole demeanor seemed to relax when he let out a laugh filled with relief. You frowned a little, not understanding this sudden outburst of joy.

“You alright ?” You raised a worried eyebrow and squinted your eyes a little. “Maybe you should get some sleep.”

It was at this moment that the moon finally decided to come out of behind the clouds, illuminating both of your faces. You both looked at each other, admiring your features. Your eyes wandered on his freckles without noticing his lovestruck gaze on you.

“Maybe I'm a bit tired.” He whispered with a lost tone, as if he didn't understand what he just said.

“Hm.” You looked down on your lap to notice Wingman shrinking and hopping towards Gekko’s shoulder. “Wanna go back inside ?”

“You’re going back inside ?” Gekko asked.

“No.”

“Then I’ll stay with you.” He got more comfortable on the bench and you felt him lean a bit more towards you. “Unless my presence is overwhelming.”

You shook your head and leaned against the backrest of the bench.

“No. You’re fine.”

“Cool.” He nodded and let out a small sigh of relief.

A comfortable silence settled between you, slightly disturbed by the faint music from your headphones. Your eyes wandered on the night sky, unaware of Gekko’s longing glances in your direction. You are completely oblivious to his poor heart beating so fast and so loud that he feared you could hear it. You did not notice. You never did. Ever since you set your foot into the base for the first time, his eyes were always on you. At first it was curiosity. Curious about the agent recommended by the mysterious man that was Cypher. Then it was admiration for the fierce fighter that you turned into once on the field. And finally, it bloomed to be a small crush that never ceased to grow. Your charisma hypnotized him. His feelings for you were so obvious that his friends never stopped to tease him. Even Reyna said that he looked like a lost puppy everytime you were around and Harbor often asked him to focus when you were in his field of view. And of course, he was jealous of how close Iso was with you. The duelist could talk to you without any problem, he could receive your smiles, your laughs, your friendly fist-bumps while the only times Gekko could have a proper interaction with you was during missions or briefings. Even during training you stayed in your corner, avoiding interactions.

But right now, he felt so happy. This was the longest interaction you’ve ever had with each other and he couldn't help but smile.

He turned his head in your direction and softly called you.

“Yeah ?”

“I heard that you love to draw.” He nervously rubbed his neck but kept his eyes on yours. “We could someday, you know, draw together while chilling in my room. If it’s okay with you of course.”

You shot him an indescribable glance and he suddenly felt so stupid for not using drawing as a way to bond with you sooner instead of the movie night. But he relaxed a little when you ended up shrugging.

“Why not.”

It was a start. He will not confess his feelings for now. It was way too soon. But he will certainly enjoy these moments with you. He will enjoy bonding with you and get to know you better.

Anecdote : the Arabic proverb mentioned by Cypher is something the father of a friend once told me when I was a kid. It's stuck in my mind, ever since.

I'm not proud of the ending ಥ⁠‿⁠ಥ But it's fine. It is just a test, after all.

I don't know if I'll post the part. 2. I'll most probably keep it in my drafts.

Thank you for taking the time to read this. I wish you a lovely day/night.

#gekko x reader #valorant x reader

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wlntrsldler · 1 month

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poisoned mercury is so good! it’s truly one of my fav aus i’ve read in a minute and the way you write the characters is absolutely phenomenal ! i saw that you wanted some song recs for future chapters/inspo so here i am

“waste the night”/“vapor” by 5sos

>wtn is STUPID cute for luke and yn. “smoke in your lungs” is so them kissing on her their bench

> vapor i can see chris and luke writing for clar and yn respectively. like luke and chris just giggling and writing a song for their girlfriends is so cute

“perfume”/“cigarettes and wine” by del water gap

>perfume i can see luke writing as his first song out of writers block, after yn beats him in another game of pool in her cabin and he’s so enamored with her and she’s cocky about beating him and its cute and still ‘will they won’t they’

>cigs&wine i see as them having a full blown camp rock moment and they sing a duet last day of camp (although yn isn’t musically inclined, i picture her still being able to carry a tune)

”girlfriends” by the academic

> ITS SO THEM I CANT EXPLAIN IT

“lover” by the hunna

> luke writes it for their 1yr and it’s cute

hope these help with some inspiration and what not! keep up the great work!! can’t wait to see where it goes :)

OH ANON MY HEART IS SO ?!!?!!!!

waste the night/ vapor by 5sos

i love how we all collectively agree that poisoned mercury is 5sos in an alternate universe (especially 5sos in their self titled and sgfg era lol)

im definitely thinking of doing small blurbs of luke x five star interactions in between the longer chapters now because waste the night is SO perfect for them 😭

thinking of luke realizing that he needs to let five star call the shots in their “relationship” because he has a track record of failing at relationships and the last thing he wants to do is mess things up with five star before it even begins.

and five star is waiting begging for him to make a move because she realizes no matter how hard she tries, she was falling for luke castellan. but bc of her past, she’s afraid of making the first move.

the lyrics fit both of them in very very different ways, but they’re both just love-struck and pining and ugh!

for vapor, i can see luke and chris (both equally whipped for their girls) thinking about what will happen to their respective relationships when they leave chb. long distance isn’t easy. being the gf of a guy in a band came with it’s own problems. they both know that five star and clarisse trust them that they won’t cheat or do anything to jeopardize their relationships but they still cant help but worry about it :(((( (my angst sleep paralysis demon is clawing at my brain)

perfume/ cigarettes and wine by del water gap

perfume is set after r u mine? in my head!!!! i won’t say too much about this one because this will probably be one of the extras i write in the future hehe

cigarettes and wine is post chb!!!!!!! when poisoned mercury is back on tour and luke is missing five star extra. they definitely wrote it together because even tho five star isn’t musically inclined, i like to think that she can write (or at least says things to luke in a poetic way that inspires a song)

girlfriends by the academic

luke writes this about five star!!!!!! this is their song!!!!!! this is literally them ur so right

lover by the hunna

ONE YEAR OF LUKE AND FIVE STAR WHO ELSE CHEERED??????

“they’re not used to our ways” is def the public causing a commotion that luke castellan is in a COMMITTED relationship like the whole world is shook

“that makes me a better me” YEAAAAAAA THIS GOES FOR BOTH OF THEM!!!!!! they’re always better when they’re with each other. soulmates if you must.

anon, you are god-sent. these songs will go into the poisoned mercury playlist i’m creating. thank u for these song recs!

#frances replies #i love luke castellan #luke castellan #poisoned mercury chats

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bump1nthen1ght · 1 year

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Woo glad to see you back with the drabbles and one shots! I have a request for a pretty fun drabble or one shot scenario, this may also be pretty specific so sorry about that if you don’t like it :)

So what about a scenario between a very determined Shadow ghost/Sleep paralysis demon and a reader who just simply has zero reactions to anything scary? Like the reader just moved into this home that’s being secretly inhabited by the ghost/demon and said being wants to try and get the reader to leave so it begins to do everything in its power to scare them away however they quickly find out that no matter what scary tactic they try the reader just.. does not react, they sorta just shrug it off and continue with their day casually. And like it escalates into this one sided rivalry all the way up until the reader finally discovers the ghost/demon and instead of being scared away they simply begin to talk to it and try to get along with it and then whoops! the ghost/demons feelings of disdain and rivalry start growing into something a lot more affectionate and fond!

Again apologies if this is too specific I’ve had this idea rocking around in my brain for a little while- Have a nice day/night!

Sure thing anon! I do love some pining and some shadow demons 😈

Gender Neutral! Reader x Shadow Demon (they/them) under the cut!

For the first time in their very long life, Barbas has a rival.

Not that this rival knows who they are, or even seems to care about their many battles. That's probably what makes the rivalry so fierce, why it boils Barbas so much to even think about you.

They’ve built up a solid repertoire of scare tactics, forged over years with fairy tales, monster movies, and scary bedtime stories all acting as inspiration. It's why their house, their beautiful house, had never been sold up to this point. Barbas much enjoyed the system formerly in place; some dumb teenageres would come and try to prove their might, Barbas would pull out some creepy voices and moving shadows, and they’d run away screaming and warning others to stay away. The particularly bold ones, those egging others on to enter the haunted place, then received a proper night of nightmares and paralysis.

Until you showed up.

It was already a risky move, buying such a dilapidated house with a reputation; Barbas respected that about you. At first, anyway.

Such a reputation is why they started small with their spooks. Ominously opening doors, darting shapes in the shadows, and flickering lights. When you barely paid attention to those Barbas escalated to moving items, slamming the refrigerator shut, even whispering while you sleep. Once again, no response.

Barbas enjoyed a good scare, but they weren’t cruel. As much as your indifference irked them, they didn’t think a night of sleep paralysis was due. No, if anything you could explain that away with the stress of the move, so they needed to truly scare you. Throw dishes off the counter, knock over furniture, and maybe slip a bit of a paranoia in your dreams.

And still, nothing.

This is when they started getting frustrated. What, did you have no survival instinct? No sense of urgency? They were pulling out all the stops here and you didn’t even have the decency to pretend you were scared! You’d just re adjust your chairs, sweep up the broken plates, and make sure to not eat before bed to prevent the nightmares.

So they were reduced to more direct, tacky, methods. Barbas almost balked at how far they had fallen as they wrote an ominous “LEAVE” on your fogged up bathroom mirror. This was so below them.

They hide in the shadow of a corner as you step out of your shower, averting their gaze until they're sure you’ve put on your fluffy robe. The peak open one eye, noticing how you scrunch up your face at the message.

Not even a scream, what is going ON?!

But then you lean forward, drawing letters on the mirror.

Hello? Who is this?

Barbas is taken aback, seeing how you go back to putting on lotion, eyes only glancing to see if there is a response. Throwing up a shroud of invisibility, they write back.

I’m the rightful owner of this house.

Your eyebrows shoot up as you see them writing in the mirror, words appearing from nothing.

I’m sorry. I just bought this place, I didn’t realize someone still lived here.

An apology. That was new.

You go to write more, but think twice and then run to your room. You come back with a notepad and pen, sitting on the toilet and clicking the ballpoint.

Can you write here? What's your name?

Barbas shifts, leaning over your shoulder. Usually this is the part where they lay a ghostly hand on the back of your neck, and you jump up and scream.

Instead, Barbas grabs the pen and writes. Your eyes wide , seeing the pen move on its own.

My name is not important. Why are you still here?

They set the pen in your hand.

Like I said, I just bought this house. I can’t just leave. Am I bothering you?

Barbas stops at that, pen floating in the air as they think of a response.

You weren’t…really bothering them that much. You didn’t stay up too late and bring a bunch of people over, you kept things relatively clean, you listened to decent music. You even brought some interesting knick knacks with you which Barbas had taken a liking to look at. They’d been in one place for so long it was nice to see things from all over the world. You’d asked them their name and asked if you did something to upset them, when all this time it was Barbas who was inconveniencing you.

Not particularly. They settle on as response

Ok, then you don’t mind me staying? You won’t break any more of my dishes?

Barbas feels a flush of embarrassment, like they’re the petulant child and you’re the rational adult whose “not mad, just disappointed.”

No.

Ok.

You set the notepad down on the side of the bathroom sink, sitting up with a sigh. Your face is still tangled with thought, patting your cheek as you look down at the writing. Barbas peaks over, noticing how comically murdery their handwriting looks. But then you grab the pen and begin writing again.

If you need anything, just write it here. I’ll make sure to keep it where I can see it.

You hold up the page, showing it off in a circle to make sure they see it. Barabas nods, even though they know that means nothing at the moment.

I’m going to go watch a movie. You’re free to join me, if you want.

With a satisfactory nod, you grab the notebook and walk out of the bathroom, making a pit stop to put the notebook on the kitchen table before hesding into your room to change.

Things just keep getting weirder.

—--

Barbas doesn’t write to you that night, even when you leave the notebook on the coffee table while you watch your movie. Even though the movie is really good, even though the mystery ends on a cliffhanger and Barbas wants to hear your theories. They just linger, sitting in the chair opposing your sofa, and observe.

You go about your everyday life the same, a little more aware of their presence but keeping your habits regular. You clean, you work, exercise, then relax.

But now you keep Barbas in your mind, often leaving them small notes.

Do you want me to turn on a movie while I’m gone? I wasn’t sure if you know how to work the remote?

How’d you like my music? What's your favorite song?

I have too much lasagna leftover, do you want some? Can you eat that?

What books do you like?

Barbas tried to keep their distance with simple yes or no answers. But your pestering empathy and understanding is quickly wearing down their walls. No, they didn’t know how the remote works, thank you for teaching them. Yes, they would like some lasagna, because your cooking always smells amazing.

Their answers become longer, more frequent as time goes on. You’re so curious about this roommate you’ve never seen, it's too damn endearing. Maybe they could brush it off as human curiosity, but then you go and remember stuff about them.

There's some of that iced tea in the fridge. Feel free to drink some, you like it more than I do.

That movie you loved was in the dollar bin at the store. I got it so you can just rewatch in the DVR rather than logging into my Xbox.

I got this new peach candle, want me to burn it in the living room for you?

You’re just so damn nice and so funny and so damn cute-

Gods, how could Barbas not start liking you?

—

It came to head with the movie nights. While the both of you had left longer notes throughout the day it was during the evening when you would have full conversations. Barbas had left many pages full of reviews and opinions when you’d watch certain flicks (Especially horror), so much so that you had begun just talking out loud during the movie and letting Barbas respond on the notepad.

They still hadn’t revealed their true form, though they had begun sitting closer and closer to you on the couch. The cushion would dent and goosebumps would raise on your skin, your senses knowing that someone was there, though you couldn’t see them directly. If you had noticed, you hadn’t said anything, which was a relief for Barbas.

Because it was getting really hard not to hug you.

It was already difficult not staring at you, especially when they know you wouldn’t notice. But the way you talk with your hands, gesticulating here and there was just so charming. They’d get to see your eyes light up when you could tell them a piece of trivia, or a funny story about when you watched this movie with friends. Your eyes would crinkle up as you laugh, your smile subtle but cute.

Barbas wasn’t sure if they had even seen a human like this before, so up close and personal. It's probably for the best, because all those silly little things are driving Barbas a little wild.

And sometimes, sometimes your wandering gaze lands on where they are hidden, even though you don’t realize. In those moments Barbas feels like you’re talking, really talking to them, and its overwhelming.

You’re on the second movie of the might, something light and funny as you yawn more and more. The conversation has slowed down, you snuggled into the blankets with a halfway-sleep gaze. Barbas sits on the other edge of the couch, consciously aware of how you sink into the cushions, slowly leaning to their side as you contemplate laying down. You rub your eyes and gosh why do you have to be darn cute.

“This movie isn’t great.” You mutter, rolling your neck. “I like this director and the premise is good, but honestly I feel like it could’ve been funnier if they actually put effort in it. What do you think?” You say, right before looking Barbas directly in the eye.

Or, thats what it seems like. What's more likely is that your stretching out your neck and happened to glance to their side of thr couch, not knowing that they sit right beside you. You look down for the notepad a second later, waiting for their response. Barbas sits still, unmoving.

Is this what it felt like? To like being around someone? To chat with them, eye to eye, about the little things?

“I concur, It’s certainly lacking something.”

Barbas says, their warped voice sounding more monstrous than ever.

This time you actually do look at them, right into all six of their bright red eyes. Their legs hang over the couch, knees hitting the top of the coffee table. The movie plays on, unnoticed as you take in their void-like face, seams running up the side of their smile where they can unhinge it enough to swallow a watermelon. Their long, too long arms, laying over the arms of the couch.

They dig their claws into the fabric, trying to hide how their fingers shake. Gods, they bet their face is so flushed right now.

A comical explosion goes off on screen, the main character shouting a joke thats desperately trying to be relevant to pop culture.

“Like right there! Who even wrote that, a 14 year old taking their first improv class?” You point to the TV. “No hate to 14 year olds, but even they have more respect for comedic craft than this.”

“It’s true, the teenagers who used to come here for dares made me laugh all the time.” Barbas nods “Mostly because they had ridiuclous sounding screams, but that was unintentional. Some of them had real zingers.”

“Oooh tell me more. I think we need some genuine comedy.”

Barbas wracks their brain for something good, the need for a good first impression. “Well, one-time, this guy came with his girl as a dare. Big group of people and he was clearly trying to make this girl laugh, he was a real class clown type, and so he started with-” Barbas chuckles, remembering the desperation on the 15 year olds face to look cool, “ ‘Do we want to start with ghost-hunting or some drinks? Either way, I’m excited for some boos.’”

You guffaw, slapping their shoulder in disbelief as you giggle. “I thought you said these were zingers!”

“Oh no that was terrible, the look on his face when nobody laughed was the funny part.”

“ Oh my god, you’re terrible.”

Barbas shoots a finger guns, remembering how suave a TV character looked when he did it. “I’m a demon, it comes with the job description.”

“Oooh I’m so scared, this is coming from ‘ I can’t watch Titanic, it will make me cry.’”

“Those two only had each other! What monster doesn’t cry?”

“If you say so, dork.”

You pat their shoulder again, the same way all those teenagers did when their crush was acting a fool. Barbas feels their two hearts racing again.

You joke and poke fun at the movie and Barbas feels the weight of nerves slide off their shoulders. The exhausting fear of wondering how you would react to their true form, this monster made to instill fear and look wrong, when they had gotten so attached.

Its just like the notes, but now you see them, can touch them, can laugh with them.

The credits begin to roll and you let out another long yawn.

“Want to watch something actually funny before we go to bed? I think the lead voice is gonna haunt my dreams if not.”

Barbas doesn’t actually sleep, but doesn’t correct you and nods. You lean over the coffee table to grab the remote, your knee brushing against theirs. Their hearts thud in their chest

As the intro to the sitcoms plays you lay back down, resting your weight on their shoulder and snuggling in.

Barbas feels their chest constrict, nearly purring when you rub your eyes and looks so damn cute.

“I really like you.” You mumble, 10 minutes into the episode.

Barbas is lost for words, brain only catching up a minute later, but by then they hear you begin to snore. They look down at you, face all pressed up as you rest on their shoulder. The domesticity can’t help but make them smile.

“I like you too, ___”

Barbas whispers.

They wait for you to fall asleep, hearing your heart slightly slow and your breathing to even out. Not wanting to wake you up teleporting, they carried you to your room, tucking you in. You cuddle into the covers, not unlike how you did to their shoulder.

Gods, so cute.

Barbas spends time admiring you, trying to justify that as a Sleep Demon, its not that creepy.

Only then does it occur to them.

Shit, I never told them my name.

#my writing #reader insert #monster x reader #gender neutral reader #monster romance #monster/human

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I'm kinda curious, in your BaliGHTS AU what is the relationship between Wonderworld and the Night Dimension?

That's a great question, and one I have yet to fully settle on!

How I see it; the Night Dimension and Wonderworld are aware of each other, but don't necessarily know what goes on in either space. Wizeman knows of Maestros (and sees them as a powerful threat), and Balan knows enough about Nightmaren to be wary of them -or at least, the tales of them essentially being a kind of sleep paralysis demon. Their respective dimensions don't intersect however, so theres less likely a chance that individuals will accidentally find their way into the opposing universe. It can happen, but it takes powerful magic to do so.

Both dimensions share a connective universe however, which is where humans exist!

In the end, both the Night Dimension and Wonderworld become far more open to each other, and actively work together to break down those boundaries between their dimensions -especially after the fall of Wizeman. Balan begins to offer a lot of therapy avenues to Nightmaren who need it. And boy howdy, do some need it.

#balan wonderworld #nights #jod #nid #balan #nightmaren #maestro #wizeman #balights #au #lgau #silverpsychedelic #asks #none of this is particularly set in stone for the lore #its just general ideas I have floating around

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sincerely-vinyl · 10 months

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Yandere Turtles headcanons pt 2

Content contains: mentions of drugging, lack of consent, peer pressure, creepy behavior, kidnapping, aggressive behavior, post kranng invasion, post- movie content, yandere Turtles.

@alcides, thanks again for the permission! This was fun to write!

☆☆☆☆☆

A new member was added to the Hamato clan shortly after the invasion ended. You were one of the clan members that weren't hurt too badly, just a couple of scrapes and bruises that could have been easily taken care of. You weren't going to lie. You liked it when you weren't the most fragile one in the house anymore, even if it was temporarily.

When they got better, it really did get worse. They were more set on shielding you—and now Casey—from the world. They were hurt badly, and yet, they took your minor scrapes as even more reason to treat you like you were so incapable of protecting yourself.

…but you finally weren't the only one getting this treatment anymore! Of course, you felt bad for Casey. He grew up in the apocalypse, and he knew how to fight. His master Leonardo taught him, so getting patronized by a younger version of his dad–Sensei probably wouldn't sit well with the future boy.

For Casey, it started by them insisting for him to stay with all of you. I mean, where else would he go in a world that doesn't know he exists?

When he started living with you all, you and him bonded instantly, he knew you from his future, as one of the greatest fighters in the resistance, you had great resilience when it came to survival, and you were always kind towards others, your unbridled wrath reserved just for the Kraang.

The turtle's would go with you on missions whenever they possibly could, attempting to protect you from everything they possibly could. but when they couldn't, you really shined on the field.

Back in the present time, the Hamato's themselves had become very acquainted with Casey, and unfortunately for him, that meant he was trapped with you all forever, you didn't mind of course, it was nice to have someone in your life who didn't worry over you all the time, and being stuck in the house while the rest of the family got to do some fun missions.

You both would have cleaning parties and hobby discoveries with each other (mostly for Casey).

_______

Raph, the cuddly giant he is, still interrupted your sleep schedule, but it was somehow worse now?

It would be more likely for you to wake up to him staring at you looking like some sleep paralysis demon in the night. And since you and Casey would eventually share a room, he would wake up too, being the light sleeper he was.

Raph and Casey… never really got along. They never fought or anything. They were just hella awkward. Casey treated all of the turtles with the respect of parental aged elders, and with Raph, he treated him like a respected professor. It bums out Raph that he can't connect with the younger teen.

_____

Casey still had the issue with calling the turtle's 'Master', and it still had an effect on Leo, even if he had toned down a bit after the invasion. Maybe he felt a sense of importance when Casey would slip up. You never knew, Leo the stubborn shit he was, never talked about his issues with his family.

Casey would also become a victim of kidnapping by Leo. You would try to keep the poor boy company, but sometimes Leo wouldn't even let you in. something about personal bonding time with his future self's son.

____

Donnie would come around to warm up to Casey, and when he did, it could have been the best day of your life. With Donnie, walking on eggshells when you're by yourself was horrific, especially with him. But with Casey here with you, it was slightly less horrific.

His attention would also seek Casey's approval as well, and luckily for Casey, he was already interested in whatever Donnie invented. The outcome with Donnie keeping you both in the room together was likely to have the same cause, either Leo keeping you or him or both of you for the longest in his portal dimension, or because he 'wanted to keep you safe' from your brothers

____

Mikey loves Casey! Another sibling to hang out with and taste his cooking. He would often have you and Casey over in his room playing some sort of game or doing some art activity, or other times, asking for help in the kitchen. What you come to learn about Mikey is that when he asks you to do something, it’s usually an unsaid order, giving a certain look when denied

_ _ _

“Hey, do you guys wanna help me in the kitchen?”

“Um, no thanks Mikey,”

“Why not.” A statement, not a question

“...Nevermind, we’ll help.”

“Great!”

_ _ _

Even when you didn't want to, Mikey always got what he wanted. One of the unsaid punishments you would receive would be Mikey hiding drugs like rohypnol in your snacks when he would bring some to you both after you and / or Casey refused to hang out with him.

You wouldn’t be doing anything else without him now.

♤ ♤ ♤

Part one

#save rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #save rottmnt #rise of the tmnt #yandere rottmnt #rottmnt #yandere tmnt #tmnt

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