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fabled-fiction · 11 months

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Maybe a Hobie Brown x Mabel-Pines-Type!Reader? Older obviously, with just like, her personality and fashion sense? A Chaotic Sunshine meets Chaotic Rebel type thing.

If not interested, just ignore. But I look forward to whatever you write!

Starstruck (Hobie Brown x Fem!Sunshine!Reader)

Summary: You’re Jess Drew’s gal in the chair (in training), and when you have to make a quick trip the spider society you happen to catch a certain punk’s eye.

Word Count: 2.3k

Warnings: MINOR SPIDERMAN ACROSS THE SPIDERVERSE SPOILERS, use of (Y/N)

A/N: I hope this meets your expectations!! I had alot of fun writing this!

EARTH-1618

KINGS, NEW YORK CITY

Your desk was more glitter than wood at this point.

It was hard to tell where the stickers stopped and where the wood of your desk started.

Especially now, as you squeezed glue on top of whatever artpiece you were currently working on. An array of different paint tubes and what looked like glitter bombs were spread about your work area, dangerously close to what looked like very expensive monitors and pcs. Though it was kind of hard to tell based on all the string worms and star stickers pasted on any surface that wasn’t a screen.

The project, which could only be identified as an oversized button pin upon closer inspection, was coming together nicely. Atleast in your eyes.

It read “BEST SPIDER” with a cute doddle of a spider surrounded by loads of blue, yellow, and red glitter. Currently you were putting your finishing touches on it by attaching color coordinated ribbons to the bottom ruffles.

The craftsmanship alone of it was indeed impressive, you just needed to look past the blinding reflectiveness of it.

It was for your mentor, Spiderwoman.

Who had taken you under her wing for the past two years, “training” you to be the best. Well, best in the sense of “gal in the chair”. At first it didn't make a whole lot of sense to you, but neither did the world you were thrown into. She apparently saw something in you from all the way across the multiverse.

The rest was history.

“(Y-)..(Y/N)...(Y/N)!”

The glue bottle currently in your hands spun in the air, a chaotically beautiful cascade of glue spewing in the air and (thankfully) somehow none of it landed on you. Slowly turning your head, you gave a small wave as you saw said mentor on the screen staring down at you.

“Jess! Hey…did you..did you try calling my watch?”

“What do you think?”

Spinning your chair across the room, you snatched your multiversal watch and flicked the screen on.

You did in fact have about five missed calls from her. You could feel her iced stare from across the room, hell from across dimensions.

“But it was getting in the way of my creative liberties!”

“I don’t care! As the second half of a spider person you need to be available 24/7! Your future spider will need to be able to rely on you.”

Slipping the watch onto your wrist, you shot yourself back over to your desk and smiled widely at her. She knew that whatever scolding she gave you would only have about a few moments effect. Sure the message would stick but she always had that nagging feeling in the back of her mind of how long it truly stuck.

“Well, You have me on the horn now! What's up? Who do I need to aid with my technological wonders? My sleuthing skills? I'm ready to Sherlock it up!”

After a few more long blank faced seconds, Jess reached up to pinch the bridge of her nose.

“We actually need you here. Our resident Spider who usually deals with all of our technological deals is having some connectivity issues.”

Your heart stopped for a moment, but only for a moment before you were shooting out of your seat and whooping. Jumping around your room, you threw your fist in the air before a sudden realization dawned upon you mid air.

It was almost comical how you seemed to pause mid jump.

“Oh my god…I have to change. I can't show up to Spider Society looking like this!”

“(Y/N) there's no time! Grab your bag and get here now.”

Standing in shock, you huffed as you watched your computer screen clip off.

She was crazy if she thought you weren’t at least gonna put on some body glitter.

“Jess said to meet her here…do you think she got lost?”

Hobie shrugged, shoving his hands into his vest pockets. His fingers found themselves fiddling with whatever computer chip or part he had nabbed as he leaned against what could be considered a front desk.

“You know ‘er best. She usually punctual?”

Gwen looked up from her watch with an exasperated look. That told Hobie all he needed to know as he leaned his head back with a sigh.

“Listen! I've never met her in person! She’s one of Jess’s other trainees! I just know she's not a spider, and that despite having worked with Jess for two plus years she's never stepped foot in Spider Society!”

“She’s a chair?”

Pinching her nose, Gwen nodded. “Yea. A pretty good one too. She is a bit…eccentric though. And loud…I think she blew my eardrum out one time. I had tinnitus for like a week...”

“So she’s got some vocals on ‘er aye?”

“Thats all you picked up on? C’mon Hobie help me look for anyone who looks lost we’re supposed to chaperon h-”

Usually the portals that opened here were the usual semi-chaotic reality altering ones. But for some reason the one that just opened in front of them was nothing of the sort. No..this one opened with a loud tear; Everything and everyone in the vicinity was enveloped in a neon pink hue.

It was hard to tell who came stumbling out of the portal, as Hobie feared that if he moved his hand he would temporarily blind himself. But as the portal closed, and everything returned to its normal color palette, he finally dared to move his hand.

Maybe he shouldn’t have moved his hand.

Cause he was only met with a very different, blinding sight.

You had just fully stood from what he could only assume was a clumsy entrance. You wore what could only be described as almost every color of the rainbow but someone you pulled it off. There was absolutely no way you could move silently, as you were adorned in a plethora of kandi bracelets, pastel chains and pins. Your hair was adorned in a multitude of clips that matched the ones on your bag.

Was your smile an accessory too? Hobie was sure it was, cause it was blinding him just as much as the body glitter that was spread over your legs and arms were.

His hand slowly reached up to clutch the chest of his jacket, in hopes that it would remind his heart to beat.

It wasn’t until Gwen had elbowed him in the side (hard enough to bruise might he add) that he remembered to breathe.

“Don’t stare, it's rude.”

He didn’t want to look away.

“Hi! Im Gwen…Stacy! We’ve talked a few times over coms?”

You smiled even wider as you grabbed Gwen’s hand and shook it rather violently (or enthusiastically it could have been confused for either). When she removed her hands from your drip it was left brighter than before for only a moment.

“Hi! Its nice to finally put a non-masked face to the name! Im (Y/N). And you are?”

Your sneakers squeaked as you took a sharp turn to face Hobie fully.

“Im Hobie Brown. Quiet the entrance you made.”

He holds his hand out, and is relieved when you shake it for just as long as you did Gwen’s. He watches as it glowed then returned to its normal saturation.

“Yeaaaa. Apparently my Earth is like WAY brighter than most. I would’ve brought sunglasses if I had known that would happen. Anyways…can you show me to the computer lab..hub…wherever this Spider-Byte normally operates?”

Gwen had taken it upon herself to lead the charge, and include a quick run over tour of whatever facility you all happened to pass on the way to the lab.

Everything was so bright, but what amazed you more were the amount of Spider people that were just casually walking about. Either they were coming back from patrol, returning from break or coming for the first time.

You were sure your neck was gonna hurt or have a permanent crook in it from how much you were whipping your head around and turning to take everything in. You weren’t sure when the next time you would be here would be, so you wanted to take it all in.

“And here is where all the computer magic happens! You uh…know what you’ve gotta do from here right?” Gwen awkwardly raised her hands as if to present the lab.

“Yup! Im TECHNICALLY supposed to monitor your guys software and stuff and blah blah blah but I actually connected with Layla on the way here-who is super sweet by the way-and Im actually just gonna fix Spider-Byte’s connectivity issues here so she can get back to it. Y’know since she’s more knowledgeable with everything here. I would probably just mess something up.”

Despite the fact that you spoke about a mile a minute, and it was obvious Gwen was struggling to keep up, Hobie hung onto every word.

You moved like you had been here before despite this being your first time even stepping foot on the premises. You just moved with this sense of self confidence that had the aura of the room commanded by your presence alone. If you hadn’t told them your Earth just naturally saturated Hobie would have just assumed your essence was just too potent that it leaked off you and onto whatever you touched.

You were leagues above him when it came to the coolness factor.

Watching as you moved around the consoles via spinny chair (when did that get there?), each screen popped up and immediately began to run code. Hobie liked to pride himself on being a tech wiz, but this was levels beyond what he knew how to do. Maybe he could learn a thing or two from you.

But as he watched your hands, he noticed…were you TAKING code off the computers too?

Oh, that just brought a smile to his face.

As Gwen wandered over to the other side of the console to watch the miles of code run across the screen, Hobie took the opportunity to have a moment with you on the opposite side of the room.

Right when you went to shoot across him (and might he add it was almost like you had spider like reflexes with how you moved around on this thing), his hand went to grab the back of your chair.

Pulling the chair back, he watched as you rubber banded back into the seat and stood straight up. He leaned over your shoulder to look at the screen in front of you both. His hand reached over to tap a few keys and pull up the results onto just this screen.

Ignoring how his spider senses were shooting down his spine at an all time high with how close he was to you, he looked at you with a smirk.

“Did you just ‘alf inch some of our code?”

“Im sorry?”

Leaning in closer, he pulled the thumb drive out of only this terminal and held it up. Your cheeks turned a dark red in realization to being caught, and you crossed your arm as you started at him.

“You know wha’ I said”

Turning quickly, you pulled ANOTHER flash drive out from your pocket and stuck it into the port. The downloading resumed, and much to Hobie’s surprise you stood and snatched the thumb drive from him.

“First of all, I am part of the ‘’our’’ and second of all…it's none of your business.”

Suddenly multiple of the screens, well practically all of the screens in the room flashed green. With a pat of his shoulder, you rolled over to every computer and pulled out each flashdrive. Hobie counted…12!

He covered his mouth, trying to keep his cool disposition as he watched you quickly shove each one in your bag. You little grifter you…he would definitely have to find out what Earth you were from…

With the push of a button, you turned to them with a smile as you placed your hands on your hips.

“Alrighty! My work here is done…wait..,”

Turning around, you pressed the enter key on the computer behind you only to whip right back around smile as all the screens returned to normal.

You had been here all but twenty minutes and you managed to do solve all of their problems and then some.

“Now Im done! Gwen, you have my contact coordinate. Call me if you need me at all.”

Your eyes raked over Hobie, and you couldn’t help but feel a flutter in your chest as he watched you carefully. The hair on your arms stood when he had leaned over you earlier. You could tell from his punk aesthetic and impressive hair that he was definitely anarchy incarnate…

He intrigued you. You were sure the data files you had picked up from the archives would barely answer every question you had about him.

You would have to push off your paper mache project for tonight…

“It was nice meeting you Hobie! Hope we can meet again sometime. Im like, basically free all the time…Later!”

Signing off with a peace sign, your neon portal opened again and closed in an instant as you fell into it.

“See what I mean, eccentric.”

“I thought she was pretty cool.”

Walking over to where you just stood, Hobie ran his fingers over where you had last touched hoping to catch some of the light leftover.

It was then he noticed you had left behind one of your thumb drives. It was definitely yours, a bright neon yellow covered in white glitter that fell off as he picked it up. His other hand came down to pick up the tag on the string connected to it.

‘Oops! Guess I left behind this VERY important thumb drive. Mind returning it to me? I like really need it for super duper important chair stuff…Earth 1618, Kings, New York City things y'know.

– (Y/N)’

#hobie x reader #hobie brown x reader #hobie brown #spiderpunk x reader #spider punk #x reader #across the spiderverse #oneshot #spiderman across the spiderverse #spiderman across the spiderverse x reader #marvel x reader

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keksalot404 · 3 months

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Uh oh! Some BOZO decided to play UNDERTALE and UNDERTALE YELLOW at the same time (Both games FUN value was 66) and now the timeline is F*CKED (By about one year; It wasn't that long till Frisk came along)

This is the Guide to UNDERTALE ROM LEAK, mostly a frame of reference for me and you regarding this AU born from a doodle and a dream. Those who just want to see the art with no context, feel free to click the top pic and swipe down or something.

A Tale of 2.5 Souls

Seems like whatever the reason Frisk went to the mountain, they ended up tailing Clover, where the game begins. Control between the 2 fallen children is split, meaning that both Frisk and Clover are free to express their quirks and personalities more.

Adding to that, NarraChara is also here, being visible to Frisk, Clover, AND the player due to more determination in the area. Frisk still has higher DT than Clover, so they're in charge of LOADing and SAVEing as well as playing leader.

Prepare For Trouble, Make It Double!

Now obviously the timeline can't really be UT or UTY if all major events need to be dealt with. The universe's solution? Now every Major Character (and perhaps minor ones) are paired up with their cross game counterparts. While encounters for each monster can be seperate, eventually they will cross paths with eachother and the fallen humans.

With each section of the Underground now longer with even paired area newly connected (More on how that works later), it'd feel like even 2 player characters can't make it easy. Fortunately for a certain route, you may get some help...

Kanako

To fill a void for a Certain Short Scientist, seems fate pulled a few strings, and brought a new friend back from near-death! If you don't kill any monsters during RUINS, Kanako will sense your pure hearts and join the party, acting as the Ralsei to this Diet Fun Gang.

With healing and shield magic, she'll make your journey a lot more manageble, at the cost of not being able to kill any monsters all the way until Asgore (She will still allow you to spare monsters by lowering health but if she senses a chance to kill she will block the attack and scold you for it.)

Being a much more attentive protector than the Skeleton, she'll accompany Frisk and Clover through the emotional highs and lows of their journey, and perhaps maybe...

You'll find out the true reason she's helping you.

Stronger Monsters

For the characters of the 2 timelines being destined to meet, it is also true that destiny will point into blocking your path. For the Major Battles at least, you'll have to fight both of them at the end of each paired areas. An example being meeting North Star in Wild East only for Starlo's betrayal being calling Undyne to hunt you during Waterfall.

Expect combo attacks, fused soul modes, and complex strategies when facing the duel bosses. Some might even compromise Kanako from assisting. No fight has the same solution as the UT and UTY fights (except maybe Papyrus and Martlet), so be prepared and stay determined!

So have fun while you can, won't you? It's not likely you will get these games together again. You wouldn't waste this once-in-a-while experience just to do something you'll regret.

You wouldn't waste it just to see what happens...

...right?...

...

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yurimother · 7 months

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'I'm in Love with the Villainess' Anime - Episode 1 Review

An astounding and hilarious first outing for the series with the power to revolutionize Yuri

We are finally here, the long-awaited and much anticipated first episode of Platinum Vision’s I’m in Love with the Villainess anime aired on Tokyo MX and is streaming everywhere outside of Asia with a plethora of dubbing options, including English, on day one on Crunchyroll.

The first outing covers most of the events of the light novel’s first chapter, or the first three chapters of the manga, at a rapid but steady and not overwhelming pace. At this rate, the anime should be able to cover much of the series’ first arc, or the first two out of five books, in a single cour. Perhaps a bit less, depending on which of the story’s various adventures it elects to include. This is an exciting possibility, to be sure, as the story is a character-driven, socially mindful, and expertly written and, despite its fantasy setting, an exceptionally relevant tale of romance, socio-economic inequality, and of course, queerness.

While the first arc of Villainess is a triumph, it would be a shame not to see at least some of the developments from the extra chapters that lead into the second story, like (spoilers for the end of volume 2) Rae and Claire’s wedding and their adopted twin daughters May and Aleah. If we are lucky, perhaps they will appear in the final episode or, dare to dream, a second season (end of spoilers).

Now, onto the show itself. For those who, for whatever reason, have not read Inori’s masterpiece, I’m in Love with the Villainess follows Rae Taylor. A salary worker who dies and is reincarnated as the protagonist of her favorite otome game, Revolution. However, Rae has no interest in any of the game world’s three eligible royal bachelors and has eyes only for the game villainess Claire François. Armed with exceptionally magical ability, Rae sets out determined to secure a happy ending for her beloved Claire against the coming revolution and perhaps win her heart in the process.

Now, the opening of I’m in Love with the Villainess is the series' weakest moment in all mediums, which, considering episode one’s outstanding quality, only highlights just how superb the Yuri masterpiece is as a whole. Even with its need to establish the setting, characters, and premise of the series, the premiere managed to be an excellent introduction and set the bar high with lots of laughs, entertainment, and service between our two leads.

I watched the Japanese audio, and Yu Serizawa and Karin Nanami are fantastic in these roles, with Serizawa playing up Rae’s teasing adoration and borderline masochism at full blast, and Nanami explicitly giving voice to Claire’s arrogance and frustration. She even manages to deliver a perfect Ojou-style laugh to seal the character’s elite status and lean into the show’s use of otome tropes. And having the leads sing the excellent opening and ending themes is just icing on the cake.

Speaking of tropes, while Ironi’s original work is a genre-defying masterpiece that broke the Yuri mold, it is never afraid to play with the genre’s iconography and its otome game setting. Every other scene had another allusion, including to the book’s cover. As always, I am likely overeager to see connections, however intentional they may be, but the academy’s halls harken to otome staples, the bells and strings of the first scene's soundtrack conjured blistering memories of Strawberry Panic (perhaps a sacrilegious comparison to make but I digress), and even an areal shot of the campus was another check mark on my “Scenic Yuri” theory.

Now, as mentioned, I’m in Love with the Villainess has to establish the groundwork here, and narratively, these are the weakest moments, often direct exposition, with a few exceptions like Rae’s conversation with her roommate Mash about maintaining Claire’s attention. The narration is at least accompanied by relevant and creative, if perhaps limited, animation. But to their credit, these moments are succinct, existing only as long as they have to in order to provide the necessary information and get out of the way for what matters most: the characters.

Rae and Claire are front and center from the very get-go, and there is little time wasted in showcasing Rae’s intense bottom energy or establishing Claire’s elitism and bewildered anger towards Rae’s excitement in the face of Claire’s carefully calculated cruelty. It is a montage of silly and fun competitions between the two that had me laughing and smiling all the way through, as the Yuri was present in full force, and gives glimpses at the mutual obsession the women have for each other that will soon blossom into a wonderful romance.

These early story beats have a light tone and focus on the bullying, teasing, and rivalry between Rae and Claire, a dynamic that previously and understandably made a subset of readers somewhat uncomfortable. However, assuming the anime unfolds in a similar manner to the manga and light novels, the narrative will explore meatier, heavier subject matter and a far deeper lesbian romance, all without losing its sense of fun and adventure. The next episode or two will be incredibly telling - as the source material is perhaps the most profound and forthright depictions of LGBTQ identity in Yuri, and that all starts with a pivotal conversation that, if it is included, will be coming up shortly.

Overall, I am incredibly excited for this series. The first episode is everything I had hoped for out of an adaptation of one of my favorite works of all time, save the animation, which is average at best. While there is a lot more to see, and we will have to wait to know if I’m in Love with the Villainess lives up to its incredible potential and source material, I am extremely hopeful. We have one of the funniest, most thoughtful, and queerest works of Yuri transformed into a stunning anime project unlike anything that has come before and offers the chance at not just a new Yuri “gateway” but to continue the work of its source material in revolutionizing the genre.

Ratings: Story – 8 Characters – 10 Art – 5 LGBTQ – We shall see… Sexual Content – 3 Final – 8

I'm in Love with the Villainess is streaming on Crunchyroll with English sub/dub.

Review made possible by Avery Riehl and the rest of the YuriMother Patrons. Support YuriMother on Patreon for early access, exclusive article, and more: patreon.com/yurimother

#yuri #Reviews #girls love #lgbt #anime #i'm in love with the villainess #ILTV #lgbtq #gay #gl #queer #lesbian #manga #yuri anime #gl anime

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angelskvll · 10 months

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#TR4SH MAGiC !

miguel o’hara x chubby!afab!reader

word count: iiiiiiii… don’t know kekeke

summary: miguel loves you, a ‘hole’ bunch

warnings: smut, lots of fluff at the end cause migs is a fluff king and no you can’t tell me otherwise, LOVE FOR CHUBBY AFABS WHEN???, mention of breeding womp womp, miguel had a bad day at work, take that as you will, unprotected sex, soft!migs, lots of praise, lots of dirty talk PRAISE THY LORDETH AND SAVIORETH AHH MENN

authors notes: the way i haven’t written in so long is actually a shocker cause i used to LOVEEE writing in like 2020-2021, but anyways that’s my hint that my writing is def rusty so pls bare with me 😭

you could say miguel had a lot of bad days. most of it being from work.

fighting crime, saving the city, the world to put it in better words, was tiring. like, genuinely.

it’s not that he didn’t enjoy it. he liked being able to save people. it’s what he did. not that he really had a choice but hey, everyone’s got their… hobbies (if you could even call it that).

but either way, miguel would get rather… frustrated, when it came to work.

and what better way to handle that frustration, than to spend time with his favorite girl.

“m-migs wait!” you squeal as he holds your hips in a bruising grip, guiding you up and down his cock as the slap of his balls against your ass echoed throughout the room.

“what’s wrong mama? too much?” he coos with a chuckle as he watched your eyes squeeze shut. “mm.. ‘s sensitive huh?” he mumbles with a teasing tone as he continued his brutal pace on your weeping cunt.

you nod frantically at his words, but don’t make a move to stop as you continue to bounce in his lap, whining and moaning with tears of pleasure beginning to roll down your soft cheeks. “m-more!”

“huh? poor baby doesn’t even know what she wants.” he chuckles before running his tongue along his teeth and looking down at where the two of you were connected, a rush of warmth cascading through his body as he sees strings of your arousal sticking to his pelvis and a white ring around the base of his cock. “gods mi cielo, you’re killing me…” he groans as your walls squeeze around him tightly, pleasure rushing through his body as your legs began to shake, babbles leaving your lips.

“migs- i’m gonna-“

“i know baby, i know… fuck, fuck, fuck- such a good girl.” he groaned while throwing his head back, your ass slapping against his thighs as you bounced on his dick, grabbing the back of his head and pulling him closer to your chest with a moan falling from your lips as you come around his length. “fuck- that’s it mama, make a mess on this dick…” he groaned softly as he watched your thick thighs jiggle and your soft tummy rubbing against his toned body. “wanna breed you mi amor. make you a mommy…” he starts to babble himself as he buried his face in your chest, nipping in between the valley of your breasts before pulling back and wrapping his lips around one of your nipples. “want these tits full of milk…” he growls softly before pulling away and looking up at you, a slight smirk on his face, “you want that? hm? want me to put my baby inside you? you’d take it all, wouldn’t you?”

“yes… please-” you begin to say before another growl leaves miguel’s lips, his hands gripping your ass as he flipped you on your back and onto the soft sheets.

“give ya’ anything ya’ want. anything.” he mumbled as he leaned in close to whisper in your ear, a soft groan leaving his lips as he started thrusting into you once more, your wet cunt engulfing his dick sweetly. “she just doesn’t wanna let go does she?”

“want- your cum migs… dick ‘s so big-“ you whine as he tightens his grip around your hips and continues his brutal pace on your pussy, his thrusts turning sloppy while he neared his release.

“f-fuck-!” he groaned breathily. he felt his balls tighten, the cord in his abdomen snapping as he shot ropes into your womb, shakily letting out a heavy breath as he rested his forehead on your chest. “fuckkk…” he hissed as he felt your walls pulse around him, twitching in overstimulation.

you breathed out heavily before smiling and grabbing his face in your hands and pulling him to look at you, “did so good for me migs.. my sweet boy..” you coo as you rub your nose against his, a sweet gesture to ease the tension.

small strands of hair stuck to his forehead as sweat rolled down the sides of his face, his own smile plastered across his lips. “hey that’s… my line…” he said breathily before kissing the valley in between your breasts as you pushed the few strands of hair from his face.

“you call yourself a sweet boy?”

“oh definitely. gets me ready for the day.” he chuckled breathily as you placed a soft kiss to his sweaty forehead. “sounds better when it’s coming from you though.”

you giggle at his words before pulling away, looking down at him as he rested his chin just below your breasts. “silly.” you mumble as you run your fingers through his hair, playing with the few strands poking out of it’s usual direction.

miguel shook his head lightly before pushing himself up and off of you, hissing as he pulled his now softened cock out of your folds, reaching down to push the small drops of his seed that escaped, back inside you, “tómalo todo, ¿recuerdas?” he cooed softly before pulling his fingers out and resting his head on your tummy, looking up at you with a clear admiration.

“what?” you giggle while cupping his cheeks, rubbing your thumbs over his cheekbones slowly.

he hums as he attempts to shrug in his laid down position. “i don’t know. jus’… like looking at you.”

you smile even wider at his words, pulling his face slightly towards you before pressing a chaste kiss to his nose. “hablador suave ¿eh?” you joke, most likely butchering the pronunciation, but if miguel noticed, he didn’t point it out.

“only for you amor, solo tú.” he grinned before pressing a soft kiss to your stomach.

“think it took?” you ask as you run one hand through his curls and one hand down your stomach.

miguel looked up at you through half lidded eyes before speaking, “hopefully. but… if it didn’t…” his voice trailed off as he pushed up onto his elbows and hovered over you once more.

“i’ll keep fucking you til it does…”

#miguel o’hara smut #miguel o'hara #miguel x reader #miguel spiderverse #miguel x you #atsv miguel #miguel smut #miguel o’hara x reader #synful talkin’ ⛧

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shootmetwice25 · 1 year

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Moonlight to Sunrise

Tzuyu x Male Reader

Shoutout to @capslocked for helping me with the plot. Super unedited lol. BFH go brrrrrrrr. Enjoy!

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“Moonlight sunrise”

Loud applause follows after Jihyo closes the new Twice song. You clap as well before standing up from your table and making your way over to the bar. JYP set up a company party to celebrate Twice’s new english release and there’s an open bar, so might as well take advantage of that.

You take a sip of your drink as the members take turns thanking the staff. Another loud applause as Twice exit the stage. Conversation resumes filling up the large room as you continue to sip your drink. You’ve been part of the producing team for Twice for years now and this is the first time there’s been a party for the release of a new song. As long as you get free drinks, you’re all for it.

You’re too busy soaking it all in that you don’t realize that a young woman approached you.

“Hey,” she says. Her soft voice alerts you to her presence.

“Oh, hi Tzuyu.”

She looks a little sideways at you. “What are you doing here all alone? Shouldn’t you be celebrating with your team?”

“Uh, I was just getting a drink,” you say, holding up the glass you have in your hand.

“Yeah, I see that,” she says. An awkward silence lingers in the air for a few seconds before Tzuyu speaks again. “So uh, we haven’t talked in a while. Since…” her voice trails off.

You look away from her before finishing her sentence. “Since you dumped me.”

“Yeah,” she says.

“So, how are you guys?” you ask, taking a large swig of your drink before placing it down on the table.

“Oh, we aren’t together anymore. It just didn’t click, you know.”

A lot of things go through your mind as you hear that new piece of information. You look at her and nod. “Right.”

“I should probably get going,” you say as you look at your watch. “Boss wants me in early tomorrow morning.

You start to stand but Tzuyu grabs your arm with her gloved hand. “Wait,” she says. “I- I need to talk to you.”

“You broke my heart, Tzu. And I know it’s been a while but I just don’t feel like I can just talk to you right now,” you say before gently removing her hand from your arm.

You walk through the doors and into the parking lot, unsure of what you should be feeling. She left you for another guy and they aren’t even together anymore. She broke your heart for nothing.

You reach your car and unlock the door, but before you open it, you hear a voice yelling “Wait!” You sigh as you watch Tzuyu run to you. Her black outfit blends into the darkness of the night, but the moonlight illuminates her figure.

When she reaches you, she doesn’t even give you a chance to say anything. She lunges at you, pinning your body between the car door and herself and she kisses you.

You are absolutely shocked and it takes you a second before you push her off of you. “Tzuyu, what are you doing?!”

She pants, out of breath from running. “I-I made a mistake. I was stupid. I need you,” she says frantically. “Being away from you made me realize that you’re the one I want. You’re the one I need. And I know you still want me too. I can see it in your eyes everytime you look at me.”

“How- how do I know you’re not just bullshitting?”

She takes a deep breath. “Let me show you.”

Tzuyu closes the distance and attaches her lips to your once again. This time you don’t resist and you kiss her back. She was right. You still want her. You’ve missed her. You’ve missed her touch, her soft lips, everything about her you’ve missed.

The kiss is full of passion. A reaffirmation of feelings that were always there. Your lips are still connected by a string of saliva when Tzuyu slowly pulls away from the kiss. You both pant and stare into each other’s eyes.

Suddenly Tzuyu drops to her knees and starts to undo your belt.

“Wait Tzuyu. What are you doing? Right here? Right now?”

“Just let me do this, okay,” she says as she’s able to get your pants undone and slide them down your legs.

You don’t protest. If Tzuyu wants to blow you in the middle of a parking lot, who are you to say no?

She holds your semi hard cock in her gloved hand and licks the tip, immediately hardening your cock and sending shockwaves through your body. Tzuyu licks a few more times then puts half your cock into her mouth. Her mouth is so warm and moist. Her saliva coats your cock and her tongue swirls giving you an intense sensation. Her right hand pumps the base of your cock, the glove giving her extra friction. You haven’t felt Tzuyu’s touch in so long that you almost cum immediately.

“Fuck Tzuyu,” you moan as you place your hands on Tzuyu’s head, guiding her head back and forth. You watch as Tzuyu’s head bobs in the moonlight. You never thought you’d be able to get intimate with Tzuyu again, but here you are, in a parking lot, getting a blowjob by the prettiest woman in existence.

You want this to last forever, but a combination of the situation and Tzuyu’s incredible ability to blow your cock, you feel your orgasm coming.

“I’m gonna cum, Tzu,” you grunt, barely able to get the words out because of the pleasure.

Tzuyu releases your cock from her lips with a pop and starts pumping it with her hand. You moan loudly as your cum shoots onto Tzuyu, painting her perfect face. Rope after rope of your warm cum coats her face. You wish there was more light so you could really see her face.

Tzuyu puts your sensitive cock back into her mouth to clean it up and you groan and almost fall over. She giggles before standing up and taking off the glove on her right hand. She stares at you as she glides her finger across her cheek where it collects some of the cum. Then she puts the finger in her mouth.

“Mmmm,” she moans. “You taste so good.”

She does it again and again. And you just watch her. It’s so sexy and seductive.

“Let’s go back to my apartment,” she says.

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The short drive back to her apartment is filled with sexual tension. Tzuyu cleans her face off with a combination of her finger and a tissue. It’s extremely hard for you to keep your eyes on the road. Luckily, there aren’t that many cars on the road tonight.

The second Tzuyu opens the door, the two of you are on each other like wild animals. Your lips are all over each other, tongues exploring every nook and cranny of the other. Tzuyu flicks the switch to a small lamp that slightly brightens the room enough for you to see all her beautiful features.

Tzuyu pushes you down onto a couch then quickly takes off her gloves and furry top. She takes her bra off too, revealing her small and cute mounds. She also drops her pants to the floor and she’s just left in a lacy black underwear.

Her figure is special. Her tits are small but just the right size for her. Her waist is incredibly slim that leads to wide hips. Her ass is plump and nice and round. And her legs. Oh, her legs. You’ve spent an unknown amount of time staring and worshiping her legs. Her thighs legitimately make your mouth water.

Tzuyu lets you stare at her body for a few moments then she kneels down and slides your pants and underwear off your legs. Your cock is already rock hard.

Tzuyu maneuvers her body so that her chest is right above your cock. “I haven’t done this before,” she says as she squeezes her tits together and impales your cock in between her breasts.

“Does it feel good?” Tzuyu asks, moving her chest up and down.

“Fuck yes Tzuyu. It feels really good,” you say as you moan.

Tzuyu smiles. “Good”. Then Tzuyu begins to suck the tip of your cock with her lips as she pumps your cock with her tits.

“Ohhhhh, fuck Tzuyu,” you groan. This is the first time she’s given you a titjob and her tits may be small, but everything she does makes you feel so damn good.

It doesn’t take long before you feel another orgasm coming.

“I’m cumming,” you grunt as a rope of cum shoots up and lands on Tzuyu’s neck. She moans as your cum paints her breasts. Her breasts milk your cock dry and you slump back into the couch. Tzuyu does the same thing as before and takes her finger to taste more of your cum.

“Mmmmmm. So good,” she moans. “Let’s go to the bedroom.”

She helps you up and the two of you make your way to her bedroom, your tongues exploring each other’s mouth the whole way there.

“Eat me,” Tzuyu says as she lays on her back on the bed. Her fingers have moved her panties to the side revealing her pussy.

You don’t have to be told twice. You dive right in between her thighs. Her taste is so sweet. Like nectar from a goddess. You lick and suck her pussy, wanting to taste as much of her as you can. Tzuyu’s hands grip your hair, pulling you into her more. Her moans are heavenly. Soon, you can’t hear her moans anymore as her thighs wrap around your head, covering your ears. The more pleasure she feels the tighter her thighs squeeze your head. Her thighs squeeze tighter and tighter and it gets hard to breathe. She’s getting close and she won’t let your head go until she cums. There’s a good chance that you’ll die from suffocation or a crushed skull from her thighs. And honestly, there’s no other way you would want to die from. You keep eating her until she’s satisfied or you die. You can’t hear or see anything. You just use your tongue to pleasure her.

You feel Tzuyu’s body shake and the pressure on your skull increases tenfold. You wouldn’t be surprised if your skull actually gets crushed by her massive thighs. Luckily for you, after a few moments of intense shaking from Tzuyu, you feel the pressure begin to relieve and eventually you hear Tzuyu moaning and panting. Tzuyu’s juices are all over your mouth and you do your best to lap it all up.

“Fuck me,” Tzuyu demands as she gets on all fours.

You take up a position behind her and insert your cock into her soaking wet pussy. There isn’t a need for teasing. She needs you and you need her.

You grab her hips and push your cock all the way into her, as far as you can. Both of you let out loud moans.

“You’re so big,” Tzuyu moans.

Your cock is super sensitive from the two orgasms from early so you know if you go too fast this won’t last as long as you or her want, so you decide on long deep strokes.

You get into a rhythm, making sure to hit her deepest spot and to pull her hips back into you as you thrust into her.

“Oh fuck, you stretch me so much,” Tzuyu groans. “Keep fucking me like that.”

You keep going. You watch as her ass ripples and thighs jiggle with each thrust.

Tzuyu looks back at you. “Fuck me harder.”

If you fuck her harder, you’ll cum soon, but she wants it, so you’ll give it to her. You move your hands and grab on to her still cum soaked tits and you start to pound her.

“Fuck fuck fuck fuck!” Tzuyu’s screams are in sync with each hard and fast thrust into her.

The sound of wet skin slapping echoes in the room along with your grunts and Tzuyu’s moans.

You fuck her hard and fast as long as you can.

“I’m- gonna- cum,” you say in between grunts and through gritted teeth.

“Yes! Cum in me! Please cum in me, baby!” Tzuyu yells out.

One final thrust and you lodge your cock deep into Tzuyu and cum erupts. You have no idea how you still have so much cum. It must be the power of Tzuyu.

Tzuyu moans as your cock completely fills her with your warm cum. Her body spazzes from another orgasm as well. Both of her hands are on top of yours on her breasts. It’s pure bliss.

Once your orgasm passes you fall straight back onto the bed. You have no energy left but Tzuyu climbs between your legs and starts to lick your cock.

“Tzuyu, I’m so tired,” you say weakly.

Tzuyu giggles. “We have to make up for the lost time. Baby, let’s do it all night.”

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#tzuyu #chou tzuyu #twice tzuyu #male reader #tzuyu smut #twice smut

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circyexistforcontent · 1 year

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My team is just all of my mains; Kazuha, Alhaitham, Shenhe, Zhongli. They’re all spoiled and have 5 star weapons, Zhongli is extra spoiled and is c4. (Kazuha has Ayato’s signature, Alhaitham has his signature, Shenhe has Calamity Queller, Zhongli has Staff of Homa)

Hope that’s enough! <3

TEAM COMP: KAZUHA, ALHAITHAM, SHENHE, ZHONGLI

♥ Your team is proud to be your main and is thankful that you work so hard for them to be this strong. All four of them work tirelessly to become stronger and hit numbers that are sure to impress you. But with that being said there is an unsaid competition going around your group. With them being so spoiled, they should've been satisfied. Sadly, most of them are greedy for your attention.

♥ Al-Haitham is one of the characters who want your attention. It's nothing too much, he prefers to just be in your presence and read a book with you. No words need to be said between the two of you. Sadly, with the screen between both of your worlds, some things cannot happen. So he'll stick to you listening to his voice lines. He's indifferent to his teammates, he doesn't talk to them much but he's willing to lend them a hand if needed. But since they are stacked and all of them are skilled fighters, he doesn't see the need to assist them.

♥ Shenhe is just as, if not, more uncaring of her teammates than Al-Haitham. In her head, they are only tools for you to use to progress more in the game that is their world, there is no need to make connections with them. She is a good team player though, but it's only for your sake, not theirs. If something happened to them off-screen she wouldn't help them. She's probably the most violent out of all four of them, her red strings have gotten a little lost ever since she got self-aware, so the moment one of her teammates does something she thinks is going to inconvenience you she will point the Calamity Queller on their neck.

♥ Zhongli is the pillar of the team and is probably the most envied team member out of all four. Knowing he came home to you 5 times can bring a tinge of jealousy to any character's heart. It brings him so much joy that you work so hard on all of them....especially him. You can't blame him for being a little bit smug, you paid so much attention to him and it gets on his head for a bit. But he's professional, so he doesn't actively point out to his team that he's probably the favorite. Though it doesn't need to be pointed out since everyone can tell.

♥ Kazuha is very well aware of how dysfunctional his team is, the wind told him itself. But he doesn't focus on them, he focuses on the fact that you chose him of all the other Anemo users to be your main. It pulls on his heartstrings, and he becomes more enamored by you. But...he does question why you decided to main the others as well. The wind knows a lot of things, and he is lucky enough to be able to understand them. It tells him to be cautious of the Wangsheng funeral worker, to be alert when around the Adepti's disciple, and keep his distance when around Sumeru's acting grand sage. While he is willing to work along side them, he doesn't trust them. Not one bit.

♥ Your team works relatively well together since most understand that it is necessary if they want to remain as your main team. But you can't deny the thick tension that is around them. Nobody trusts one another and always has their guard up. But this is one of the better teams, at least they aren't actively trying to murder each other. Zhongli mentors the team from time to time and it interests Al-Haitham to ask for his advice. Kazuha teaches Shenhe about basic human emotions since her own seem to be everywhere. She wants to manage her own emotions so that one day if she does meet you she will not scare you away.

♥ But the moment one of them crosses an invisible line, somebody is going to get stabbed in the jugular.

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heademptie · 1 month

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Ghoap x Comms!Reader continued...

Reader avoids Ghost as much as they can, not wanting to stir things up more than they already have, but they're only successful because Ghost allows it. And Ghost only allows it so he can better observe them. He's tried pulling strings, using his rank and reputation to try and find out more about reader. But it comes up short. He gets access to their file, but its all fluff inside, lots of it confidential or just blank. Their name isnt even on the file, just the callsign (to keep reader anonymous) Laswell gave out. He asked her too, but she didn't have the answers he wanted.

"Tell me about them." "Not much to tell, I'm afraid. Why? You think they're a threat?" "Don't know yet." "Should I be worried, Ghost?" He pauses, thinking it over. But Laswell knows well enough, that if there was a threat, Ghost wouldn't hesitate. So she sighs and hands over the lackluster file. "They work behind the scenes, no field record. They were brought here-" Her voice drowns out with information Ghost already knows, the extent of Laswells knowledge on the matter. On first glance the file looks fine, personal information left blank or blacked out, a brief service record. Nothing in the field, like Laswell said, but a few listings for assistence with signal decoding. But most of their work is as a mundane office drone, 'A temp,' Ghost thinks amused.

So he skulks around base and observes.

Johnny is confused. He's been able to read Ghost for some time now, their connection and dynamic so intertwined, so in tune with each other, thriving since Las Almas. He notices almost immediately, the sudden hostility and caution Ghost displays on base, it takes him a bit longer to find the target.

He tries to ask outright, of course he does because why wouldn't Ghost talk to him, but he gets shut down. A gruff response. "Don't know what you're talking about Johnny."

Soap pushes, of course, but he gets repeatedly shut out. He moaps a bit, like a kicked puppy, before he catches on to who has made Ghost like this. He's surprised when he cathes the critical look of Ghost when Reader walks by, and he doesnt miss the quick glance they flick over Ghost. Then that glance jumps to him and reader gives a small smile and nod, one that looks a little too nervous to be oblivious to Ghost's scrutiny.

So he finds them the next evening, Reader is leaving tomorrow, going back to wherever they were before, so they went out for a drink. He slides up next to them easily, and gives a bright, syrup sweet smile to ease into things. Reader is a bit tense to begin with but relaxs just a bit once conversation starts. Soap starts slow and vague, idle chat morphing into talking about readers time on base before eventually reaching his desired point of discussion.

Immediately, the mood shifts. Reader is subtle with it, smile becoming a little tighter at the corners, and eyes scanning over him with an increased intensity. They play dumb, not lying to him but repeating his words, asking thier own questions, faux confusion furrowing their brows.

'They're good at this,' Johnny thinks as reader gives another vague answer, easing him in the direction to make a false assmunption. He's not mad, a little annoyed, but mostly he thinks that they're clever. 'Maybe this is why Simon is suspicious,' reader is still on guard, but as Johnny relaxes into the back and forth, so do they. Its like a game now. 'A simple desk worker shouldn't be this good'.

The night comes to an end and Johnny insists on walking them back to base. He'll bring it up to Ghost again, mention how reader easily navigated the pseudo interrorgation, get him to talk. Its on the walk back that reader looks over to Soap, eyes kind yet critical and sighs. He looks over and reader offers a smile. Theres something in that smile he doesnt have the chance to decipher before they've caught him off guard.

"It's his business to tell you what's going on. I don't want to step on any more toes, especially since im out of here in a few hours."

Soap goes to ask more, opens his mouth, ready to launch into his questions, eager to finally get answers. But they put a hand on his shoulder and he falters.

"But for gods sake just tell him already."

He's confused, but the look they give speaks volumes. Oh. Oh. Johnny understands now. The hostility, the caution, the observation. Just as they saw through Johnny and cupped his weakness in their gentle hold, they had done the same to Simon.

Oh. This is...

Reader is gone the next day, as was expected, but Ghost is only slighty eased, and Soap finds himself a little on edge. It's not till weeks later, with readers voice nagging at him with that kind exasperation, that Soap (a little liquored up) is in Ghosts barrack.

They're shouting at each other, fear turning into misplaced anger before it goes quiet in the small room. They're both breathing heavy, Ghost, Simon in this moment, breaks it.

"I'll kill anyone who hurts you. And I'd be pleased to." He follows closely, closing the gap until uncovered hands grasp Johnny's face, as gentle as Simon can manage. "If you're mine, no one, no one, can touch you." Johnny is thrilled.

As the sun rises, the two are twisted together in the sheets of Ghosts too small bed, Johnny wears a tooth rotting smile. They think, seperately, offhandedly, that they really should thank that too clever reader.

#call of duty #cod #simon ghost riley #simon riley x reader #john soap mactavish x simon ghost riley #john soap mctavish x reader #john soap mactavish #ghoap x reader #fanfic #comms!reader #im liking this the more i write #definately gonna be some retcons if this turns into a full fledged fic #im just having fun #brain rot

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skuttlesstrawberry · 8 days

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So the Official Dropout Preview tells us we’re getting into Kipperlilly’s backstory this week, which means it’s time to go full Pepe Silvia on the Rat Grinders and try to figure out their motivations before all our theories and predictions collapse like a house of cards getting smashed into during a shrimp jump!

So Kipperlilly has anger issues and some sort of fixation with Riz Gukgak. She’s also pretty clearly the leader of the Rat Grinders; I’m betting it was her call to kill Gavin and Buddy Dawn during the Last Stand. I’m also betting that she’s the one who killed Lucy Frostblade in the woods when she died.

Given that last little bit of theory, it’s completely possible that the rest of the Rat Grinders are terrified of her and are going along with things in order to not get murdered themselves for getting in the way of Kipperlilly’s obsession.

On top of that, three of the remaining Rat Grinders have some specific contextual shit going on that may be affecting their judgement:

Oisin is a wizard, and like Adaine needed to come up with a LOT of money to afford wizarding classes this year. Unlike Adaine, he is still in the good graces of the family money, so resources weren’t an issue. The thing is, though? The source of that scratch is a dragon’s hoard, and Brennan recently offhandedly confirmed (via Fabian’s tattoo) that dragon madness was still a thing in Spyre. As such, since Oisin is explicitly using a dragon’s hoard as a resource this season, it’s entirely possible that he’s suffering from dragon madness this season and isn’t in complete control of his faculties. He might legitimately be a decent Dragonborn who’s friendly and into Adaine while simultaneously not being able to connect the dots about how his other actions are hurting her and her friends.

Mary Anne Skuttle is admittedly my blorbo this season, so I know I’m biased. That being said, she don’t give a shit and she’s somewhere on the spectrum like a lot of us, so it’s not unreasonable that she simply hasn’t noticed yet that Kipperlilly’s plans are sinister as fuck.

Finally, Reuben has some sort of messed up dynamic going on with Jace Stardiamond, to the point that his own (quite sketchy uncle) has raised concerns. Could there be some manipulation going on that’s pushing him in this direction?

Ivy Embra, on the other hand, does not have any obvious reason for fucking around with Fabian’s heart and his party. Her I find to be really suspicious, and I would not be surprised to find out she’s actually been pulling strings this whole time.

So! I look forward to finding out how entertainingly wrong I am on these points this week; I do hope I’ve called at least one thing right in my analysis here!

#dimension 20 #fhjy #fhjy spoilers #fhjy theory #rat grinders

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thelov3lybookworm · 7 months

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I’ve been loving Lucien lately too! I have a request but I’m not sure how to word it so I’m sorry if this doesn’t make sense. 😅

The reader and Lucien have a child. The reader is from the night court (possibly Rhys’ sister) and is away. Lucien panics through the bond because the child has suddenly developed night court powers and he doesn’t know what to do. Like maybe they keep making themself disappear into darkness or something. 😂

Dreams and screams.

Summary: Y/n's mate is about to have a panic attack due to their daughter creating chaos.

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A/n: it does make sense, don't worry darling. Also, I love your brain so much for this brilliant idea, I adore the idea so much 😏❣️Also, this has no right to be this funny😂. Oh poor Lucien 💀

Also, I was thinking of posting a sneak peek, but the fic was done, and I didn't want to keep anyone waiting, so here it is.

Enjoy! ❣️

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A wave of panic slammed into Y/n from the other side of the bond, making her suck in a sharp breath.

What the hell?

Her brother looked up from stirring his cup of tea, his mouth open mid sentence. He frowned.

"You okay?"

"I don't know–" She cut off as a relief emanated from the other side of the golden string connecting her to her mate.

Rhys nodded solemnly. "Makes sense." And then the bastard went right back to stirring his tea.

She gaped at him. "You– piece of–" Another wave of panic made her gasp, and she was stopped from the pleasure of calling him a very inappropriate name.

He grinned, glancing at her. "Is it Lucien?"

She nodded, rubbing at her chest, feeling a little relaxed before panic again gripped her.

What the hell is going on?

"He seems panicked."

Rhys furrowed his brows. "Do you think it's something about Astrid?"

"It could be." While they spoke, the sudden bursts of panic and relief continued.

"Are you going then?" He asked as she stood up. She nodded. He pouted but she simply kissed his cheek, hoping to get back to Day Court. He stood too before placing a peck on her forehead, pulling her in for a hug and squeezing her tightly.

"We'll meet soon. I'm so sorry." He shook his head, letting her know it was alright as she sprinted out the door.

Y/n had been visiting her brother for their monthly family meeting, where she spent some time alone with Rhys before Lucien, with their daughter Astrid and the inner circle joined them for dinner. Lucien had a lot of work to do, hence he only joined them for dinner, and her daughter, being her father's daughter, was always stuck to his side, wherever he went, even tagging along to court meetings.

Y/n didn't mind.

She rushed through the gates of the Palace in Day court, only able to winnow in front of them due to the wards around the place.

All the time that she was trying to get to her chambers as fast as possible, she continued to wonder what might be going on. The Royal chambers, where she and her mate lived with their daughter, was just a huge room with different rooms attached. One was their daughters room, one for the two of them, a library and an office for Lucien.

She opened the door to her daughter's room, poking her head in.

There she found the father and daughter in the middle of what she could only describe as chaos. The state of the room almost gave her a panic attack.

Astrid seemed to be crying as Lucien crouched in front of her, gripping her face in his large hands as he tried to calm her down.

At the sound of the door opening, Lucien glanced up, a relieved expression crossing his face. Astrid also noticed, and she started crying again, running up to Y/n as she stepped fully into the room and closed the door behind her.

"Mama–" Astrid hiccuped, clinging to the front of Y/n's dress. "I am a very bad girl." She continued sobbing.

Saying Y/n was confused would be an understatement.

"Why would you say that?" Y/n glanced up at Lucien, who sighed.

"She seems to have inherited your daemati powers, as well as winnowing."

Y/n grinned, a sudden feeling of happiness and pride spreading through her for her daughter. But she needed to calm Astrid first before she thought more about it.

"How does that make you a bad girl my love?" She questioned, trying to get out of Astrid's grip so she could pick the four year old. But children seemed to have the best grip, as Astrid didn't budge.

"I hurt daddy!" She wailed, clinging harder onto Y/n's skirts.

Y/n looked at Lucien questioningly, and he shook his head slightly.

He walked forward, caressing Astrid's head and pressing a kiss to his mate's cheek before whispering in her ear. "She's been winnowing random objects and her toys around the room without noticing it, and one of her toys hit me in the head. She thinks I got hurt. She's also been screaming random stuff in my head, like cookies and chocolate and candies."

Y/n had to force her laugh down at her mate's tired state. He looked thoroughly worn out. Poor guy.

Y/n finally managed to get out of Astrid's death grip on her legs, and knelt in front of the little girl. "Baby, I didn't think you hurt daddy. It's okay."

Lucien also went to his knees next to his mate, wiping at the fat tears rolling down Astrid's round cheeks.

"You did not hurt me, my little sunshine. You always say daddy is very strong, right?" As he spoke, he slowly tugged Astrid closer, which she didn't seem to realise as she went, sniffing and rubbing at her eyes, nodding along.

"Daddy did not get hurt, I promise." He tugged her into his chest, placing a kiss on her little head, and Y/n's heart swelled with love. The two of them were adorable together, especially because of the size difference. Lucien seemed like a giant in comparison to Astrid, and him being so gentle with her made her happy.

Astrid glanced up at her father, her eyes going wide, her lips parting in awe when he smiled at her.

DADDY'S SO STRONG. I LOVE HIM SO MUCH.

Y/n winced as she heard Astrid's voice screaming that in her head. Her voice was so loud that it penetrated the thick walls around Y/n's mind. She glanced at Lucien, who barely hid his wince, giving her a knowing look. Y/n grinned.

"Darling, how about we go to sleep?"

"No mommy, I want to play with daddy."

"Daddy has work to do. How about we go to sleep, then we can play with daddy whe you wake up?"

Astrid shook her head, but when Lucien said the same thing, asking her to sleep, she reluctantly agreed.

When Astrid and Y/n were settled in bed and Lucien had taken a seat next to the bed, Y/n began explaining to their little girl what was happening.

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"So you see, your powers are developing. You will have to learn how to control them, and when you do that, you will become powerful and strong. Just like mommy and daddy."

The little girl stared up at her mother with wide eyes, gripping onto the blanket that was on her chest tightly. "Really?"

Y/n smiled and pressed a kiss onto her head. "Really. Now, I want you to go to sleep so you can be rested and relaxed when you wake up, and then you and I can start your lessons on controlling your powers. Is that okay?"

"Yes mommy!" Astrid squealed happily. Mere moments later, she was already drifting off, the uncontrolled use of her untested magic having taken a toll on her little body.

Y/n smiled at Lucien, getting up and walking closer to where he sat.

"It'll be a long journey teaching her." Lucien mumbled, pulling Y/n into his lap.

"It will be." She glanced at Astrid to make sure she was asleep. "Maybe it would be better if we got a teacher for her. They might be able to teach her better."

Lucien immediately shut the idea down. "No. What if the teacher we get for ther is strict and makes Astrid cry? What if they hit her? No. No teacher."

Y/n laughed at her mate. He truly was a protective father, at times unreasonably so. Looking at him scared about a teacher made her wonder what he would do when their daughter started taking lovers. It would only be a matter of time till then, and it would surely give Y/n a headache.

But for now, she would enjoy what she had, and try not to complain too much.

Suddenly, a image of the three of them playing in the largest and most beautiful garden in the palace flashed through her mind, and one look at Lucien gave her the confirmation she needed. He was seeing the same thing she was seeing.

Astrid was dreaming, and she was sharing the image with her parents unconsciously.

Y/n shook her head, grinning.

It certainly would be a long journey.

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bornincaldecott · 1 month

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Rogue cares — a lot — and she's rarely been able to show it in traditional ways (physical touch, yada yada). I think she's found other ways to show it, though.

Canonically, we know that Rogue speaks French and German. Now, it's easy to write it off as she absorbed it at some point in time (or something else), but I think she went out of her way to learn both languages as a way to connect with both Remy and Kurt — two people that mean a lot to her.

We also know that Rogue's picked up some thieving skills over time. She's borrowed powers from Remy enough times that the residual know-how could still be there, but again, I think she spent time practicing.

She doesn't use anything she's picked up openly or frequently; they're little inside secrets she shares with the other person — like occasionally sending Kurt a string of profanities in a text when she's all riled up, or pickpocketing her husband when they're making breakfast in the kitchen.

As a way of saying "hey, I know this thing is important to you, so I want to share it with you."

#xmen rogue #anna marie lebeau #the little things add up to the big things

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sca-nerd · 7 months

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Make A Quick and Cheap Circle Cloak

PART 1: JUST THE CLOAK

Step 1. Invite some friends to their first ever event. Make sure it's a cold weather event so that you have to make them cloaks. Then have your Scadian friends ask if you can make them one, as well, because they can't seem to find theirs or found that it wasn't warm enough last year. You have now agreed to make four cloaks.

Step 2. Go to Walmart. Get one (or four) of the $10 fleece blankets in Full/Queen size. If you want a shorter cloak (about waist length) Twin works. But these are all tall mfer's, so I went with the bigger blanket. These blanket don't fray, so there's no need to hem. The edges WILL roll, though, so if you want them to stay flat you'll need to blanket stitch or serge the edges. Or just leave it be, because this is a quick and cheap cloak.

Please note: these ARE polyester so be careful around open flames.

Step 3. Move everything out of the way in your living room, because you don't have any other space big enough to spread this thing out to mark it for cutting. You will probably upset the dogs, but they'll get over it because they're old and still have the couch to sleep on.

Step 4. Fold your blanket in quarters. This means you fold it in half one way, then in half the other way. The material is a bit stretchy, but do your best to make sure that you have your edges matching. Do better than me.

Step 5. Find your scissors and grab either a measuring tape or a long enough piece of string, and a sharpie. Tailors chalk won't mark on this stuff so I usually just use a sharpie instead.

Step 6. Measure the shortest length of the blanket. We already know that it says it is 90x90, but that is a lie. It's actually 90x94 or something like that. Anyway. Measure the shortest length to determine the widest you can make your circle. In this case, we're at 45.

Step 7. Use your tape measure or string like a compass, and mark your cloak. You do this by anchoring one end of the tape measure at the corner of the fold, stretching it out, and marking the fabric at the appropriate length every inch or so. This will create the curve of the circle.

Ignore the fact that I marked this twice. My anchor had come loose and so I had accidentally marked it wrong for a little bit. Anyway. Do this from one edge all the way to the other. Will this be a perfect circle? No. Will anyone be able to tell? Also no.

Step 8. Connect the dots, or find your scissors and just start cutting.

Step 9. Congratulations you have a circle. Now you need a place for your head to go. You do this by measuring two inches from the corner fold, and marking it the same way you did for the body of the cloak. Yes, two inches. Don't worry - your neck WILL fit. This fabric has a lot of stretch to it, and since all of the weight will be pulling from this point it will expand to fit you comfortably. Find your scissors and cut along the dots.

Step 10. Now you have a circle with a hole in the middle of it. Well done. Find your scissors and cut it open, by following the fold from the cut in the neck to the edge of the cloak. This will give you a straight(ish) opening. Try it on and see that I was right about the neck, and you are now cozy and warm.

Step 11. Wait for your housemate to come home so that they can hand-stitch the frog (clasp) closure onto it for you, because you hate hand sewing and she does embroidery as a hobby. Congrats, you have a circle cloak.

PART 2: BUT I WANT A HOOD!

Step 1. Grab that piece you cut off when you made the circle on your blanket. We're gonna turn that into a hood. You only need two matching pieces, but the good news is that you have four. So if you mess up, you still have material to work with.

Step 2. Mark a straight line of 8 inches. This will be the bottom of the hood to connect to the neck of the cloak. Find your scissors and cut it.

Step 3. Find your scissors and cut off the other tail end, making it as deep as you would like your hood to be. Or leave the tail and have a liripipe hood, you do you.

Step 4. Sew up the back and top of the hood. Leave the bottom and face open.

Step 5. Try it on to see if you need to use your back up pieces to make a new hood or not.

That'll do, pig.

Step 6. Pin your hood to the neck of the cloak, and discover that I was right when I said that 2 inches was enough for your neckline.

Step 7. Attach them together. You can do a straight stitch, but I prefer to do a zig-zig, only because there IS a lot of pull on that particular area of the cloak and I like the idea of reinforcement.

Step 8. Try it on. Be warm. Enjoy.

PART 3: GETTING BOUGIE WITH IT

Step 1. Realize that you have made four cloaks out of the same colored blankets because Walmart didn't have any other colors available, and while this isn't necessarily a problem, all four cloaks will be in the same camp and you don't want them to get mixed up or confused for each other.

Step 2. Go find some trim that you have had for years and haven't used up because there's so much of it, or run to the thrift store and see what you can find for cheap. Attach it to the front edge of the cloaks and stitch it down.

Note: you will want to attach trim BEFORE you put your frog on.

Step 3. Silently curse yourself for using wide trim that means you will have to stitch down both sides of it, rather than narrow trim that would only require a zig-zag stitch once down the center.

Step 4. Enjoy.

#mysca #society for creative anachronism #sca #garb #cloak #circle cloak #tutorial #cloak tutorial #cheap cloak #blanket cloak #circle cloak tutorial #garb tutorial #sca on a budget

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buckrecs · 1 year

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been enjoying and loving the recs I find in here! do you have any along the lines of reader being part of Hydra('s projects)?

ex: reader being a WS/enhanced, agent, or assassin for hydra?

Hydra Experiment Reader

masterlist | req masterlist

ONESHOT

Lost & Found by @rassvetsky

it takes one brainwashed soldier to find another.

Soldat and Sparow Universe by @navybrat817

Your fire burns for the Winter Soldier. And one day, you’ll be free. Both of you.

in loosing grip, on sinking ships by @mellowsaturns

when the avengers pick up unusual activity, they realize that not all of hydra was destroyed. one unidentifiable face sends the team into a frenzy but bucky knows it. he could recognize those eyes anywhere.

Kills and Kisses by @lizatill

He comes back to save you from Hydra, he can’t leave you behind. You are linked deeply through the wounds of the past you share - hanging by a string, loosely holding each other from collapsing.

Tears of an Angel by @theeleggymeggy

You’ve been trapped at HYDRA for god knows how long, until the cell next to yours gets someone new. Who is this man, and why is he comforting you? He doesn’t even know you.

SERIES

ghost of you by @gogolucky13

Bucky has worked hard to come to terms with his past and enjoy the new life he’s been given. But his mind is still plagued by nightmares of what he’s done and by the face of an unknown woman. What happens when the team is tasked with recovering another Winter Solider, causing Bucky’s past and present to collide in the form of the woman from his dreams?

Cержант by @waiting4inspiration

After returning from a mission, you meet the new man in the compound. Only, it’s not exactly the friendliest because you both know each other as being part of HYDRA

Nightmare by @petertingle-yipyip

You were only in New York for a recon mission. Seek out and assess the threat. But when you get distracted by a handsome soldier, plans change.

lâcher prise by @aescapisms

Bucky Barnes had always tried to fill out the missing pieces in his memories, always tried to figure out the person before he became the Winter Soldier. And everything was going well until you joined the team.

Krasavchik by @after-avenging-hours

While under orders from Karpov to test the Soldat’s loyalties to Hydra, you find yourself questioning your own loyalties.

Stars In Your Eyes by @m4tthewmurd0ck

Life was definitely not what you thought it’d be. Not long after Thanos wiped out half of the population, you were kidnapped. They called themselves New Hydra (sooo clever, right?), the group consisted of about only 25 men, but their goal was clear: they wanted to make newer and better Winter Soldier’s.

Obey by @waiting4inspiration

An assassin is brought in by Fury because he thinks she has a connection to HYDRA. Bucky recognizes her and knows how to handle the programming installed in her mind (much like his Winter Soldier programming). Things become challenging now that he is her new Commander and has the responsibility to look after and protect her from HYDRA.

The Watching Hawk by @heliads

Bucky Barnes is constantly haunted by his past, but the memories of his days as a Winter Soldier will come into a new light in the form of the Watching Hawk, his old HYDRA partner. Will he be able to trust her, and will she be able to move on from his mistakes?

Forgotten Love by @thundering-barnes

You’re new to the Avengers. In joining the team, there’s a lot that no one yet knows about you. And there’s some unusual tension between you and a certain brunet. Under a pseudonym and with completely fresh start, and background, you hope for a chance at a new life. A better life. But how long will it last before someone figures out the life you’ve hidden away?

Quiet by @nastybuckybarnes

Steve Rogers makes an accidental discovery while on a simple hydra base raid. You. He brings you back to the Avengers Tower where they all try to figure you out. Your… interesting way of communicating makes that especially hard. Until one super-soldier proves otherwise.

Running From the Past by @green-eyeddragonfanfiction

Reader is a mutant who was experimented on by HYDRA. Due to her unique powers, she escapes without being seen when the Avengers attack the Hydra compound she’s been kept in for the last 5 years of her life. Her mutations and Hydra experiments allow her to blend in with her surroundings and change her appearance in minor ways, though the changes are only temporary. She’s now on the run, avoiding both Hydra and SHIELD.

Winter Makes Ice by @subwaysurf45

you’re captured after a brawl at the Avengers building, Bucky and others must save you before Hydra makes a new Winter Soldier out of you, Bucky has given up that title.

The reader was a nurse back in the 40’s with Bucky and Steve; her and Bucky were together. After Bucky’s death, she is captured, given the serum, turning both her and Bucky into Winter Soldiers. But the one thing that cannot be erased is their memories of each other and how important they are to each other.

After returning from a mission, you meet the new man in the compound. Only, it’s not exactly the friendliest because you both know each other as being part of HYDRA

#bucky barnes fic rec #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x y/n #bucky barnes x you #bucky barnes x f!reader #bucky barnes smut #bucky barnes series #winter soldier x reader #bucky x hydra!reader #bucky x spy!reader #bucky x agent!reader #bucky x assassin!reader #winter soldier!bucky #winter soldier smut #winter soldier!bucky x reader #bucky x super soldier!reader #bucky x avenger!reader

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rickktish · 9 months

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A list of mutable batfam headcanons that live inside my brain:

Steph deserves to be 6’ minimum, preferably 6’1” or 2”

Bruce is constantly trying to balance his need to be at the same eye level or above the people he’s intimidating vs his need to do his funky little gargoyle crouch. His favorite thing about the GCPD roof is that it has lots of surfaces he can crouch on and still meet or look down at Gordon’s eye level

Tim and Damian suffer from “too similar to get along” disease and must either become best friends or despise each other until the end of time

Babs prefers light, natural toned makeup. Steph prefers pops of color and decent amounts of jewelry when she can get away with it. Cass prefers jewelry and no makeup at all

Jason’s comfort meals are all variations on soup served with bread for dipping

Jason is of the opinion that Fitzwilliam Darcy is an ass at the beginning of the book and it’s a good thing he decided to change himself so he could take his place as Best Fictional Man Ever. Dick, who read the book in order to be able to connect with Jason better, is of the opinion that Fitzwilliam Darcy has done nothing wrong ever and only needed to work on his social skills, meaning that it’s his improved ability to communicate that makes him worthy of Elizabeth Bennet at the end. Neither of them wants to listen to Tim’s analysis of what this says about their relationships with Bruce

Duke has never engaged in non-Alfred approved chaos. This is not because Duke seeks Alfred’s approval, but rather because their senses of humor are in perfect alignment and Alfred is always pleased to discover that he approves of Duke’s particular instances of chaos even after the fact

Damian never had stuffed animals growing up, but after being corrupted by Dick’s influence he can no longer sleep without a minimum of one in his bed

Damian collects posters and articulable action figures. His favorite ones are the ones that can stand on their own, which he uses for posing practice in his drawings. His favorite figure is of one of the characters in Cheese Vikings who has a zuko-esque backstory and a secret propensity for gardening

Dick always buys the most beat up box of cereal at the grocery store because he feels bad for them

Cass loves not only ballet, but other works by classical composers as well. She will unironically listen to the local classical station, and can identify the Borodin String Quartet by the sound of their instruments alone

Tim and Bruce watch and read Gray Ghost media in all its various forms and discuss it together as a bonding activity

Alfred and Jason’s shared birthday is usually celebrated with them making each other cakes, meaning that everyone gets to enjoy not one but two cakes for the day

Jason specializes in cheesecake above all other cakes, though he did make Damian a black forest cake for his birthday once right after he’d finished playing Portal

Literally everyone is surprised when they learn that Damian plays video games. No one has ever once looked at him and thought “yeah, i bet that kid plays console games” and he’s actually really insecure about it, but he also refuses to wear any kind of merch outside the house. He owns dozens of gaming and anime T-shirts but refuses to be seen as anything but completely neutral outside his own territory

Most of the bats wear drug-detecting nail polish at all times, though the base and reactive colors vary by the bat in question

Bruce and Dick have both had therapists straightup quit on them and are therefore reluctant to go back to therapy ever again

Duke’s favorite book is Walden Pond

Alfred read Lord of the Rings aloud to Bruce when he was a kid

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scourgiez · 2 months

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(tumblr made this so crunchy, click for a better res!)

(Edit: I added more stuff and changed some things because yeah I’m obsessed w these two)

love love everyone’s headcanons about Astarion’s now-forgotten family and decided to make my own! As well as my own story about them. I hope my handwriting is readable :”)

As for a brief summary of his parents, (at the start of the BG3 game, because I headcanon them to still be alive somewhere)

Analelle is a moon high elf and is 391 years old. Definitely the smarts of the family. Very quiet and discrete yet cunning when she wants to be. Has a permanent “knowing look”. Usually about 2-3 steps ahead of you at all times.

Lithuryn is a half sun/half moon high elf and is 410 years old. Has dreams of being a noble within Baldur’s Gate and living lavishly with the other nobles there. He isn’t home very much. His work usually takes over his life.

Lots and lots more, sorry folks but i went crazy about these two:

Analelle and Lithruyn lived in Evereska, both working in politics or law within the community and meeting each other through their work. They weren’t exactly nobles within the community but they were very well-off and would be considered upper class. You can headcanon whatever age you want for Astarion but I always lean towards ~240 because it makes the most sense game-wise. They had him when they were in their 150s (about. Math x—x) while still in Evereska, however he only lived there until he was about 15 or so. (I have toyed with the idea of him having an older sibling (about +60 years or so) who ran off and became a druid after they loved to Baldurs Gate and hasn’t really contacted the family since…but that’s just a random theory because fun fact! I read somewhere that High elves are pretty infertile and usually only have a family of 3. So yeah I will leave out rebellious older Druid sibling for now. For now…)

The Ancunin's arrived to Baldur's Gate to work for a highly regarded law firm. This place was the cat's meow even though life was definitely different than it was in Evereska, as they were nobles there. Here, while they are still very wealthy, aren't exactly bumping elbows with the Baldurian nobles. (yet)

Even though they were still forming these connections, they were pretty popular within the elven communities in the city. This unfortunately was how Cazador was alerted to their presence and began his “hunt”. Really, they were just in the wrong place at the wrong time. Astarion had a target on his back for a long time before he died.

Astarion becomes a magistrate through these connections his parents have been making. They absolutely pull strings for him and we’re able to land him a very nice, high-paying job even if Astarion was a little under qualified for the position. Everyone was happy not only because of his job, but that given his upper class clientele he can easily work his way into becoming the Baldurian noble his parents were hoping for. Even if he was corrupt and not the best of people.

The story goes on and as you all know Astarion dies in his mid/late 30's due to the Gur attack. I have more headcanons regarding elf age here, which also talks about how elves dying due to murder is extremely rare in elven communities, so Analelle and Lithuryn just thought it literally could never happen. As for age, I can't describe it all here (it's all in the post I linked), but no Astarion was far from being a "child" biologically, he did however lack the life experience of someone who would have made it to 100 years old.

When they find that Astarion’s grave was defaced and his body missing, they were completely outraged. They were angrily contacting every single high noble of Baldur’s Gate and were on a wild emotionally-charged manhunt to find whoever did this. Cazador knew about this (duh) and started up his plan on how to deal with it. He purposely picks the people that don’t have many connections, but he clearly underestimated how involved the Ancunin family was. It was, at that point, easier to have the town turn against them than kill them and cause a big stink.

This all happened throughout the course of... a week or so. They were getting threatened every day, lost their jobs quickly, and their old noble connections turned against them. Unsure of how Cazador would do this but I can imagine he is really really good at it. They had to leave Baldur's Gate out of fear, never really knowing what happened to Astarion and generally being confused about the whole thing. This is also why Astarion never just. ran into them when he was prowling the streets and even if he had memory of them he wouldn't know where they went, and also why his grave stone was so unkept.

I can’t decide if they picked up their pieces back at Evereska and lived a modest life there, trying not to be noticed, or if they now live away from civilization in order to stay safe. It’s sad but unfortunately that’s just the way it goes with vampires :”)

As for eyes, I headcanon Astarion’s eyes to be blue with gold flecks (like his father’s) because I headcanon him to be a moon elf along with his mom. As much as I adore golden eyes him being a moon elf just makes so much sense! I might change my opinion at random because I’m so indecisive.

Anyway, I hope my incoherent rambles make sense. If i forgot something important lore-wise and it doesn’t fit in with these headcanons… let me know, but if anything this can be an AU. I spent so much time thinking abt it lol.

#the ancunin family #astarion ancunin #analelle ancunin #lithuryn ancunin #bg3 #baldurs gate 3 #bg3 headcanons #astarion’s family #bg3 astarion #my art #‘salen avae’ is elvish for ‘my joy’ btw ^^

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effloradox · 4 months

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Forehead kisses with Thomas Thorne?

I am not immune to the urge to give this man a kiss on the forehead 🥺

Also I combined this with a request asking for Thomas with the prompt ‘I thought you’d like some company’, I think it fit quite well!

Life in Button House was almost always the same no matter the day. You’d only been a resident of the house for a few years after a rather nasty accident on the grounds but you tried to make the best of your living situation (if you’ll excuse the obvious flaws with the expression). The other residents had been quick to welcome you into their daily routines and with time you got used to everyone��s quirks. Eventually you could ignore Lady Button screaming as she fell out of a window every night and you got used to things like Julian’s crassness and Kitty’s eagerness.

You hadn’t believed in life after death in your previous life so the last thing you’d expected was to fall in love during your unexpected afterlife. Thomas had been so shy when you first died; he’d barely been able to string a sentence together in your presence, so different from the poet that waxed lyrically every moment he was able to that you’re used to now. You’d managed to do many things during your life but true love seemed to have evaded you until after your death. It hadn’t taken long for you to fall in love with Thomas, and it had taken him even less time. Waking up next to him had become part of your daily routine so easily that you now couldn’t imagine him not being there with you every morning.

Things hadn’t changed much in the weeks since Heather passed until a new car had pulled up on the driveway of the house, and with it some new living residents. The new owners had put most of the others on edge though, that much was clear. You’d overheard some of their plans for the house and they made a lot of sense to you, some of them had been things you’d briefly mentioned before you’d died; but to some of the others the suggestions had been an affront. Thomas had seemed particularly upset about the mention that the library be repurposed into a recreation room; he'd disappeared not long after hearing that.

You’d given Thomas his space initially but after a few hours without his presence you’d set about looking for him. You’d checked all his usual haunts, leaving his sighing place until last in the hopes that his mood hadn’t dropped to that resort. You weren’t particularly surprised to find him there if you were being honest with yourself but it pained you to know that it was troubling him to that extent. You poked your head through the door, watching him for a moment before stepping through the door. You’d been about to announce your presence when the man in question had turned quite unexpectedly, letting out a small shriek when he spotted you.

“Good lord!”

“Sorry!” His expression softened towards you once he’d calmed down, panic no longer evident on his face.

“I didn’t hear you come in.”

“I thought you’d like some company?”

“From you? Always, my love.” You appeared at his side in an instant, his arm wrapping around your waist automatically. It doesn’t take long until you’re settled in his lap, both of you watching the new residents moving things out of their car.

“The others have a plan to try and scare the new owners away.” Thomas let out a soft noise to acknowledge your comment, his eyes still trained on the new couple. “Julian’s practising moving things with his ability to see if he can unnerve them.”

“And you?”

You hadn’t thought much of your phone being on your person when you died, whilst you still have it it’s not like you can use it for much. Just making notes, taking scenic pictures, and playing the few games you had downloaded that work without an internet connection. What it had left you with was an ability similar to Robin’s wherein you could mess with electronic devices to a certain degree. It would definitely be a useful skill if you decided you wanted the couple gone. You'd heard Julian mention it when they’d been plotting to scare the living away and it had been part of why you left to go and find Thomas.

“I understand why them being here upsets some of the others, and that some of their plans have upset you. But, I don’t think it’s such a bad thing. Wouldn’t it be nice if they did make the house look good again?”

“I suppose.” You can hear the uncertainty in Thomas’ tone and it’s all you can do to press a soft kiss to his forehead. The effect is instantaneous as you practically felt the tension seep out of his body, the frown lines you'd kissed disappearing in seconds. The two of you remain on the windowsill until you hear Julian shouting your name from somewhere in the house, no doubt to enlist you into trying to scare the new couple. You begrudgingly lift yourself from Thomas’ lap, taking one of his hands in yours as you move to walk towards the door.

“Come with me?” You can see in his eyes that he doesn’t want to, but he stands anyway and you can’t resist the urge to lift your entwined hands to place a kiss on his hand. The tender gesture turns him bashful as he struggles to make eye contact with you. It takes a moment for him to compose himself and you watch as he seems to steel himself before he speaks.

“Being your slave, what should I do but tend upon the hours, and times of your desire?” It takes you a moment to place his words, you’re sure you’ve heard them before and it takes your brain a few seconds to connect them to who wrote them.

“Shakespeare?” You know you’ve guessed correctly when Thomas’ face lights up like the sun. His smile is one of your favourite things about him, it never fails to make your heart flutter and this time is no exception.

“Kind is my love today, tomorrow kind; still constant in a wondrous excellence.” It’s Thomas’ turn to lift your hands as he places a gentle kiss on your knuckles.

Nothing good can last forever though. The moment is ruined when you hear a frustrated sounding Julian shouting your name once again, only this time he sounds infinitely closer. You can’t help but sigh with frustration at the interruption.

“Let’s go and find the others shall we?”

“Lead the way my dear.”

#my writing #fics #requested #thomas thorne x reader #bbc ghosts x reader #gn!reader

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