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occasionaloneshots · 2 years

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Modern Stranger Things Girls

Headcannons including style and room decor only on the older sibling characters and younger, and only characters who has appeared in at least 2 seasons. (So not including Eden, Chrissy, Vickie, or Heather)

Nancy

Style is a mix between light academia and extremely girly

Over blushes purposefully, adds it to the tip of her nose

Big fan of Taylor Swift, Conan Gray, and Olivia Rodrigo, cries to “People Watching” but she doesn’t know how to explain why

Part of yearbook and the journalism at her school, talked the school into adding the paper as a section of their website

Paints her own nails, makes sure she does it every Sunday and then matches all her outfits to it through out the week

Has American Girl dolls from her childhood still in her closet for “safe keeping”

Plant mom, actually can keep them alive

Bedroom is full of real and fake plants, asks Mike to water them if she’s away, never tells him that half are fake so she can laugh about him watering all of them

A lot of neutral/green toned decor but she still has baby pink walls from when she was a kid, everyone says it suits her

Participates in spirit weeks, probably joined SGA just to help pick themes

Avid skirt wearer

Bullet journals and keeps a diary (tells people just journals with no further explanation)

Volunteers at the local animal shelter on the weekends

Taught El how to do her hair and makeup (often steals El from her brother and his friends if Max isn’t there)

Has modern Curtain bangs, never adds enough volume to them

Camp counselor every summer

love dainty jewelry, says she only wears it, but she wears a friendship bracelet El made her at camp until it literally falls apart (El said it was a thank you for making her feel normal when the kids didn’t, Nancy hid in the bathroom and cried a little over it)

Claw clip enthusiast

Robin

dresses like an artsy lesbian stereotype and then asks Steve if he thinks girls will know she likes girls

leather jacket girl

works at Best Buy, is really nosy when ringing up customers

Dustin came into the store to buy animal crossing so he could visit Suzie’s island, she immediately texted Steve about it and they teased him together (he has no regrets and has a really cute island)

Acts like a music snob but doesn’t actually have a music taste (Steve refuses to give her the aux and then they argue because Steve is a Yung Gravy and TMG fan)

collects crystals, doesn’t actually believe they have abilities she just likes the way they look on her shelves

mainly wears neutrals, but she has has a full collection of colorful button ups that she buys from mens sections

Wears almost exclusively converse and boots

hair tie around her wrist 99% of the time

Only wears eyeliner, mascara, and concealer (highlight and lipgloss come out if she feels like she needs to look nicer)

dyes the underside of her hair fun colors (Max helps, it’s a bonding experience)

Lets Nancy paint her nails

Collects patterned socks (prefers crew socks)

buzzfeed unsolved/the watcher Stan (loves the professor, watches puppet history when she can’t sleep)

room is really messy but in a way that it almost looks creative

wall is absolutely covered with posters, pictures, drawings, and letters

Had white bedding, bought darker bedding because she’s prone to spills

Max

has 2 styles, half surfer and half skater (learned how to surf as a kid, misses it)

thinks skirts are only for special occasions

believes in the healing abilities of crystals, goes shopping for them with Robin and keeps an amethyst stone on her at all times

bought Lucas a rose quarts necklace once and a matching one for herself (after an actually messy breakup, she noticed he took it off and cried about it)

Big scrunchie fan because normal hair ties pull her hair and she hates the feeling of clips

has a clear phone case, keeps a picture of her and Lucas and a sticky note with a drawing from El in the back

has a locked folder in her notes app that is secretly a journal, won’t tell anyone

draws all over her vans and converse, protects her airforces with her life

big fan of hats

became closer with Mike because her other friends won’t watch scary movies with her (Lucas will if asked nicely, mocks the movie the whole time. Dustin and El would really rather not because Max likes to scare them during the movie and Will doesn’t want to admit they still give him nightmares)

actually remembers to put sunscreen on every day (she’ll regret it if she doesn’t)

Still puts beads on her converse laces like people did in 2019

Once near her birthday she mentioned wanting to buy a pair of customized Jeans and then Will gifted her a pair (he spent 3 days on them)

Got close with Robin when she started highschool because they had the same lunch and looked obviously lost, hangs out with the band kids despite having no musical skill

Genuinely likes punk pop (and normal pop but she only admits that to El, who exclusively listens to bedroom pop)

never turns her overhead light on, relies on the windows and lamps in her room

Still sleeps with a stuffed animal because she can’t sleep alone after getting wrapped up in the upside down drama

dresses in super colorful clothes, is on the edge of dressing kid core but she leans a little too pastel for it

obsessed with her hair once it’s long enough to play with, collects hair accessories so she can try different styles

also collects squishmellows (gave max the stuffed animal she sleeps with, it’s a squishmellow, go figure)

watches makeup tutorials when she can’t sleep and tries to recreate them (Nancy bought her her first makeup items and she got her colorful eyeshadow pallets that El is dying to use)

indie girl type of bedroom, probably has a loft bed

big fan of platform shoes because they make her closer to Mike’s height while being easier to walk in than heels

big fan of dresses and skirts, extremely girly style (once she finds her own, with the help of Max) so that she can take back not feeling pretty as a child

has a Jean jacket that she begged will to paint after seeing Max’s jeans(and he did, it now has flowers on it)

Big fan of accessories in general but especially the chunkier, colorful type (like the y2k style rings and beaded necklaces)

once got Max to add a streak of purple to her hair while Max was dying robin’s (it was to feel like a part of the group but she actually loved it)

hates the feeling of both nail polish and fake nails so her nails are always bare

has pictures with her friends hanging on Fairy lights over her headboard

got a pair of AirPods as a gift from Mike once, bought a case for them to “make them cuter” because she thought they looked boring

exclusive listens to bedroom and indie pop

sleeps with a night light (and possibly the door open) because she hates when it’s fully dark around her

has a friendship bracelet from Nancy that she got on her last day of summer camp, wears it everyday (it matches Nancy’s)

has a set of those rings that connect from Max, Max wears the one with the cut out, El has the dainty one (it’s a butterfly)

Suzie

Still dresses pretty modest to make her parents happy but she a little pickier about it

big fan of graphic tees but has to be really careful about the graphic on them

plays animal crossing (talked Dustin into also playing) and has strong opinions about the villagers

secretly has social media, deletes them weekly when her parents ask to see her phone (feels guilty about it)

puts way too much effort into PowerPoints and essays, spends days on them

prefers winter because she’s really good at layering (and her clothes look a lot cuter and less “my mom only lets me wear swim dresses because other one pieces show too much”)

Has built her entire future with Dustin in the Sims 4 (probably more than once)

probably has those heart shaped prescription glasses to be quirky but they actually fit her style really well

something tells me she’d be a really big fan of 90s and early 2000s country (especially the love songs) but hates new country

scrapbooks as well as journaling to have something to do with her hands

max added her to a group chat with her and Eleven on Snapchat but she just lurks there because they make her nervous

collects physical media (her bookshelf has a whole shelf that’s just DVDs)

Not allowed to watch horror movies until she’s 18

After Dustin, she’s closest to Will in the party, she thinks he’s the nicest of Dustin’s friends

Has a picture she took on the last day of camp with Dustin as her Lock Screen, her parents grew to accept it

Avid Etsy user (and she covers everything with nerdy stickers, including her bedroom furniture)

big fan of headbands

Erica

loves getting color added to her braids (especially pink) and often adds beads

First makeup her mom let her wear (when starting Middle school) was highlight, mascara, and lip gloss

really pastel and girly but prefers pants to skirts

loves quirky earrings, refuses to admit some of them are nerdy (despite Lucas telling her her rubix cube earrings are super nerdy)

little mix, Ari, and Nicki fan

wears jewelry that probably counts as kandi (and makes it herself) but isn’t part of the alt kandi community

fanfiction and fanart creator

Definitely still watches MLP, ships at least 2 of the big ships

part of her middle school art club but also the SGA (doesn’t participate in spirt weeks)

took a semester of chorus once, discovered she has minor stage fright

Pastel bedroom (walls are probably like lilac) with more throw pillows than a middle schooler actually needs

sleeps through scary movies but also history class (honestly could probably sleep through anything)

big fan of crochet clothing

big Marvel fan, won’t watch DC movies (says it’s cheating on Marvel but she actually just doesn’t wanna learn anything about DC)

Steals hoodies out of Lucas’s closet when he’s not home so they don’t fight about it

scrolls through pintrest and Instagram hair posts, is getting really good at doing her own hair despite being in the 6th grade

had a rainbow loom phase, gave a few to El and Max after the star court incident as a thank you (though if you ask her she just didn’t like them, despite spending hours on them)

#modern stranger things #stranger things #stranger things 4 #suzie stranger things #erica sinclair #el hopper #eleven #jane hopper #max mayfield #robin buckley #nancy wheeler #style head canons #modern headcanons #clothing headcanons #headcannons #stranger things headcannons

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friendlyneighborhoodcapricorn · 2 years

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hey! can i have a grishaverse matchup? i’m bisexual but i prefer men and use she/they pronouns.

personality: i’m an isfp. i’m a bit reserved at first and it takes a while for me to trust people, but once i do i’m a bit more free spirited. i’m passionate, creative, independent, stubborn, and curious. i’m very protective over the people i care about. my sense of humor is sarcastic and i like teasing people. i love reading, martial arts (i really like training with weapons and fighting), writing, piano, theater, art, singing, watching tv (mainly anime), and nature. i dabble in video games but only every now and then because i suck- like a lot. music is a really big part of me. my favorite genres are indie, soundtracks/movie scores, and rock. whenever someone mentions something i like i’ll start rambling and get carried away. my love language is a mix of intellect, quality time, and acts of service. touch is reserved for very few people and mostly in private.

appearance: i’m 5 ft tall, tan skin, dark brown eyes, and soft facial features. i have thick black shoulder length hair and choppy curtain bangs. i wear 1-2 strands of hair in small braids. i’m a bit toned and somewhat lean from training. my aesthetic is mainly citycore/academia but sometimes i’ll mix it up depending on my mood. I like to wear gold jewelry, especially rings. I don’t really wear makeup but every now and then I’ll so some simple eyeliner. i really enjoy dressing up.

thank you!!

Hi! Thanks for the request <3

I would match you with...

Nikolai Lantsov

I saw the combination of martial arts and theater, and my decision was made lol

Someone who can fight ánd appreciates his dramatics for what they are (a form of art, obviously)? Yes!

You two can have an entire conversation by just teasing each other.

Now, Nikolai is a busy guy, so you just know that when he spends time with you, he went out of his way to make time for you.

You're both creative, so I can picture him coming up with another invention and going to you to help him sort out which ideas will work and which probably won't (not that that actually stops him)

He really pays attention to what you say, even if you're just rambling about a book you liked or your favourite weapon. He listens to all of it, and he remembers, because you can bet that for your next birthday, he gets you that book you've been talking about getting for weeks

There you have it! I hope you enjoyed this, and have a wonderful day/night :)

#matchup #matchup request #request #grishaverse request #grishaverse matchup #reader insert #grishaverse x reader #nikolai lantsov

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gray-skiess · 2 years

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hey! can i have a mha and marauders matchup? i’m bisexual but i prefer men and use she/they pronouns.

thank you!!

hehehehe hey lovely >:) okay i’m very opinionated and for this marauders one i’ve been wanting to say this for a while so stick with me, thanks for the request and i hope you enjoy !

from my hero academia i match you with;

shoto todoroki !

y’all would be cute fr. like an awkward little couple that everyone gushes over but i love this, this was a pretty off the bat match

- poor guy wouldn’t know what to do with himself in a relationship. the only love he’s known has been from his siblings so romance is like a whole other universe to him

- you’d have to make the first move, because he doesn’t even know how to fathom the fact that he likes someone romantically, but once y’all start dating it’s so sweet and tender and shshdjdh i love it.

- picnic dates, ice skating, sparring, you name it, this man loves taking you on dates. love language is 100% quality time, but he gets so nervous too like he doesn’t want to make you uncomfortable ever so he’s careful about everything he does

from marauders i match you with;

regulus black !

idk dude maybe it’s something about guys with daddy issues. but i feel like you guys would have a good time together, very much a dark academia type of romance, i got a little carried away with these tbh

- he is the one to ask you out, but not in the way you think. he asks you to play a game of wizards chess over a cup of coffee or tea, and soon it becomes a weekly thing. as far as he’s concerned y’all are in a relationship. it’s only when you bring it up does he consider the fact that dating it more than caffeinated chess games.

- he’s got a rough home life, so he likes to spend a much time with you as he can as long as he is away from his family. sometimes he’ll take you down to a stormy beach just to watch the waves roll back and forth and talk about everything and nothing.

- i feel like you’d bring the extroverted side of him out with all of your passions. with the way you talk bout your interests, it makes him want to branch out and try new things. i can imagine you teaching him how to hold and throw knives and he loves watching you do it so much that for the next gift-oriented holiday he makes sure to get you only the finest and prettiest throwing knives

#gray-skiess #gray's blog #this is one of my friends >:)#matchup #matchup request #marauders #regulus black #house of black #my hero academia #mha #bnha #shoto todoroki #headcanons #moodboards #i’m in love with this

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faccal · 1 month

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WIP Wednesday Thursday Tuesday

Thank you to the awesome @simonxriley for tagging me, I'm so sorry I haven't done it sooner. I get overwhelmed and also forget lol.

I'm gonna tag @tokillamockingbird427 @alidravana and anyone else who wants to do this! I'm not sure who else to tag.

I feel terrible because anytime I'm tagged for one of these I'm always working on smut lmao. I do have a few non smutty things I was working on, so I'll have to dig through those.

The Last of Us AU (I'll come up with a better title later)

Peri’s father’s alarm blaring from the other room startles her awake, eyes blinking out the sun shining through her purple curtains. Pushing herself into a sitting position, she slips on her slippers. She stands with a sigh, trotting out her door and down the hall to her father’s, banging on his door. “Alarm!” She shouts, hitting a few more times. “Dad! Alarm!” She shouts louder, hoping she woke him up without upsetting him too much. She hears her brothers rustling around in their rooms, chuckling to herself when she hears one of them trip and fall. Without checking on them, she jogs down the stairs. Making her way into the kitchen, she washes her hands before grabbing the supplies she’ll need. Before long she has a few pans of scrambled eggs going, tossing in different herbs to add a bit more flavor to their bland texture. Bacon sizzles on the back burners, orange juice already poured into glasses and waiting for her family on the table. “Mornin’ Pear.” Hector, her older brother by three years, kisses her cheek, wrapping his arms around her from the side in a quick hug. Grabbing some plates from the cupboard, he helps her fill each plate with their food, setting them in their spots as Julien and their father finally come down the stairs. “Took you old men long enough.” She teases, giggling at her father’s playful glare. “I need my beauty sleep.” He grumbles, the wrinkles around his eyes much more defined in the morning light filtering through their kitchen blinds. He grunts when Julien accidentally bumps into him, her younger twin still half asleep apparently. “Watch out kiddo, your pop needs his coffee.” He takes the cup Hector hands him, thanking him as his son goes to get his own cup. “Hey, you forgot the pancake mix yesterday.” She smiles, turning to face her father only to frown. She grabs his orange juice from his spot to hold out to him expectantly, giving his coffee cup a dirty look. “And you need your vitamin C mister. It’s good for you and won’t give you headaches.” She tilts her head, a small smirk playing on her lips, her eyes unwavering in their demand. She knows her father can’t say no, he can never say no to her big brown eyes. Her father offers his own stern look, only to sigh, grumbling to himself as he sets his coffee down for the OJ, face scrunching up at the first sip. “This is disgusting.” “Shush, it makes your body happy.” She joins her brother’s at the table, saying a small prayer before digging in. “Is uncle Eli joining us? Peri made more than enough.” Some stray eggs fall from Hector’s lips as he speaks, her brother’s lengthening hair cascading around his face and neck. He reminds her of those Hollywood actors from their dads older movies. “Ew!” Julien shrieks, batting at his arms. “You’re an animal!” He cries, resorting to his napkin for assistance, scrubbing his arms violently. Hector laughs, throwing his head back, mouth still full of food and Peri wonders how he hasn’t choked. “Chew your damn food, Hector.” Their dad plops down in his own chair, sighing heavily. “Yeah, Eli should be here soon. He and I have a lot of work to do today.” A frown almost immediately dampens Peri’s face, her sad doe eyes searching her father’s. “Don’t tell me you have to work all day, it’s your birthday!” She huffs, frustrated at the look her father gives her. It’s not fair, you were supposed to have it off!

There's way more to it, but what little extra I had here Tumblr couldn't handle so it's cut off at a weird point.

I've always wanted to give Rorke a family, and these kids are also in two other WIPs of mine. I'm gonna whump this poor old bastard so hard.

Thank you so much for tagging me! I'm so glad to have something that isn't NSFW related for once.

#simonxriley #long post #wip excerpt #tlou au

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renatedagmarmilada · 1 year

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new citizens here..

A neighbour but one from me is a slovakian family..from Koshitze. A lot of people from there have come here. They are the nicest people on earth...as unaggressive as we are... Ok not clever particularly but really, really nice, the dad in particular..the husband Joska is hungarian mix. Last week some young black boys smashed the back window of his car, then black lads stole the son’s mobile phone. Yesterday I came home from work early, as one of my pupils’ families went to a wedding, so I only had four hours teaching..On Saturday evening there is a programme 'Wild CHina' which I always try to watch..I closed half the curtains, and settled to the tv to watch my beloved programme. As you know from my pictures with these little terraces, our little front room looks straight onto the street, but generally it doesn't bother me.

All of a sudden there was a banging on my front door, you know you get an ear for door knockers, pedlars, gas man or what ever. This was banging, so I sent Joe, who was upstairs in his bedroom faffing with a new tank model, (he is mad on making tank and plane models at the moment and the house is filled with flying thing, even above my bedroom bookcase there is a fighter plane!! - but you know, with sons you get used to that and all sorts of other things) Joe is six foot, big built, blonde hair and pale blue eyes as is his brother Ryan and he says little but if they start trying to goad him, which the coloured and black lads often do, he has an irish temper and is not politically correct in the least-

I have to intervene when he starts arguing with police men particularly since he was eight years old, as he won’t accept that truth is not right but Might, -and a savage sounding rotweiler, this latter makes them run quickly...though he is the daftest, gentlest animal on God's earth. Joe went to sort out what the problem was: do you know two Polish men, - no but there are Slovaks there but you need to go up the road, all the blacks live up, not down the road.

He came in.. outside on the next wall, crashing banging crashing banging, as I say my house is on the road, so I have developed a deaf ear to noise as long as it comes no where near me.. learnt that when I was living in the East end of London.

but then I saw them all suddenly running up the road, flashing past. That meant they had done something really bad. Joe ran out and then I went out..they had thrown a stone at Joska the slovak father, who had come to the door, and now stood with huge gashes in his head, blood pouring down his face and chest..absolutely bemused by what was going on, and they had thrown a brick through the neighbour’s house, a young Pakistani couple, who was at work as a busdriver, people as quiet as we are!

well, we fetched the police etc etc..................

the outcome was that the police man is going on holiday and will sort it all out in a week's time!!!!!!!!!!!

The family have picked up everything and gone to stay with her brother for a week and are then leaving. He works for a german company and they have promised to move him to Kassel. Many of the Slovaks are going there next year to work, Joska already has an aunty in Stuttgart who has worked there for many, many years and settled there. They are a hard working family, and it was not totally joke when Joe commented : do you realise that all the offices throughout Britain are probably being cleaned by Slovaks.

Eva, his wife is in absolute shock: they are animals, I never liked this place (she didn't I can vouch for that, but it is impossible to live at home, as soon as we have enough money we will return) but these people are not humans, communism was better than what there is here..

and the police will come next week to sort it out.

One of the kids kept tearing up and down on a scooter, but the police man said there is a law in South Yorkshire, they are not allowed to chase kids on motorbikes because the kid might crash...

Joska went off, blood still streaming down his chest.

Jim, the man who owns the house says that is the last straw, he will sell it now. Joska's family were such good tenants and tenants like that, who care for the property better than their own just don't come twice. A Pakistani woman passing ( No, I am not racist in the least contrary to gossip, because I speak out at times-) said the same had happened to them down the road, but they never bother to fetch the police as the police never do anything anyway ... which is true and the gypsy girls at the bottom are stopping men and asking for fifty pounds for sex please!

I find now all the Pakistanis are trying to cover for their men and the schoolgirls’ incident. They tell me time and again that the school girls were whores (at nine) and begged them to have sex with them/- All the Pakistanis appear to be against the Poles and Slovaks about everything...and never stop complaining about them..I just laugh..they are crazy. You know like Germany after the first world war, exactly the same...

I can't say if it is true about the sex offers or not, they don't bother me, but I have a feeling they might be teasing the Pakistanis!! as they all know the news.

The gypsies don't speak to me, they say I am a German or a Hun and to be avoided, they are scared of me actually..they say I look aloof and arrogant. I tried to get one of their children to school, as he was a nice little scamp.. but after I got all the papers for them and they didn't send them, I stopped bothering. There are at least ten or twelve gypsy families here, with lots of kids, they just look like Pakistanis (gypsies came originally from north India) and fit the area very well..don't work, stand around..though one person in the family has to work for two years, before they can claim benefits

---but the police are coming back in one week..from holiday! So, as I have said time and again, for a country with a population as large as this, we need more policemen..why are we building ridiculous cultural centres which stand mainly unused or used by a couple of people, yet don’t have enough policemen to go round? It all boils down to a ridiculous use of the plentiful resources available by people who don’t seem to know how to manage a society!

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fuckingthefictional · 3 years

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Red Stained Dress

Request: “I hope you’re having a wonderful day/evening/afternoon/night! May I request Reader being a cousin to the Shelby’s (mother’s side) and being very very like lady-like, clean, expensive clothes. And one of the boys gets blood on her dress? If that’s alright? Thanks in advance.”

A/N: I made this entirely too angsty for my own good, either way hope you enjoy!

Warning: Graphic descriptions of violence, swearing, blood.

“Mummy what is falling in love like?”

“My darling, it is one of the best things in life. It is special and sacred. It makes life worth living, it makes the world that little bit brighter.”

“When will that happen to me?”

“Time will tell my sweet girl, but be patient- love is always lurking around corner, where you least expect it.”

Your mother was right. It did lurk around the corner and it caught your heart in its grasp and lead you to love. To your husband.

At the age of 20 you went from Y/N Strong to Y/N Massey. Wife of James Massey. You were happy, at peace.

But your mother had failed to explain the complexities of love. That it didn’t come easy. There was darkness and rockiness. And love didn’t always last.

For you it broke in front of you. When your husband was taken on the battlefield- somewhere in France.

And suddenly you were a widow, you were alone.

Your mother and husband had passed. The only person left was your father (if you could even call him that)- Charlie Strong.

On her deathbed your mother had begged you to go and make amends with him. Even going as far to write down his address on a piece of paper for you to keep.

But you hadn’t plucked the courage to do that yet. To you your father was just a man who ran from his wife and child at the first moment he could.

There was only one trait that you shared with that man. And that was your love of horses. You had always had a connection with animals. Horses and dogs in particular would just flock to you- who knew maybe it was in your blood.

“Ms Massey?” A quiet voice interrupted your heavy stream of thought, looking up you saw one of the many maids that worked at the house standing in the entry way to the library.

“Is everything alright Mary?” You asked.

“Ms Carleton has just arrived for you ma’am, she’s waiting for you by the car.”

You nodded, rising from your armchair and taking one last glance at his armchair before you left for the day.

May and yourself were going to a horse auction, you’d been looking forward to it for weeks.

You were both looking for some new horses to take on and train, as well as some new potential clients.

“Stop dallying Y/N!” Your friend’s familiar voice rang out, “The auction starts soon, we’ll miss out at this rate!”

You rolled your eyes towards May, silently dismissing her joking jabs at you.

“We won’t be late May,” You reprimanded, “stop fretting.”

“The clock says otherwise.”

“Ladies like us are never late,” You waves your hands to prove your point, “everyone else is simply early.”

May giggles in response, “if you say so Y/N/N.”

You swatted at your close friend jokingly, you were hoping for a successful, calm day- but trouble always did seem to follow you every place you went.

“Ladies and Gents we will start our bidding at 50 pounds.”

The horse auction was surprisingly crowded, it seemed that quite a few people had come to see what breeds could be found at the auction house that afternoon.

It was dwindling down to the last few stallions and the occasional mare. All in all you had been successful in purchasing two stallions and a mare of your own.

The last horse on auction in question was beautiful, it was a stallion- dark and shiny in colour, its legs were long but muscled. A perfect contender for you to train for the races.

You raised your hand in interest.

“50 pounds here,” the auctioneer spoke, looking around at everyone else, “Going once, twice-“

“150 pounds.”

Your head whipped round, looking for the man who was trying to outbid you.

“300” you spoke again.

“500” A murmur rippled through the crowd.

You weighed up your options, it was a lot of money for a single horse- you didn’t want to blow through every single penny you had to your name.

“Going once, going twice-“

“1500 pounds.” A new voice had cut out, there were shocked murmurs erupting throughout the stands of people.

The gavel banged on the table, signifying the final action of the day, as people began to disperse from the auction house- you could finally see the man that had snatched the last horse up.

You knew who it in an instant- it was Thomas Shelby. Your cousin Thomas.

Swallowing a lump in your throat, you began to make your way down the stairs with May. Silently you found yourself praying that he hadn’t taken any notice of your presence.

God didn’t listen of course.

“Y/N?”

You took a deep inhale, as you rushed down the stairs to try and escape.

“Y/N!”

Fuck, there was no chance of outrunning them.

You quickly murmered that you would catch up to your friend, before you slipped through the doors arena like stage.

The doors itself open and closed behind you, before it was repeated again.

Here goes nothing I suppose.

You breathed in a shuddering breath as you turned to face your estranged family members.

They were all there. Thomas, John, Arthur, as well as another two men that you didn’t recognise. Not to mention the man that you had long since called your father.

You put on a polite smile, which probably looked far too forced, “Good Afternoon Thomas.”

“What are you-“

“What are you doing ‘ere ‘ey?” Your father cut Tommy off, questioning your motives as his piercing eyes stared into your similar ones.

The action only caused a swell of anger to swirl in her belly.

“I assume the same reason that you are- business.” You spoke simply, biting down on your tongue to keep any more words at bay.

“And what ‘business’ do you have here Hmm?” Tommy’s gruff voice asked.

“Jesus I’m just here to purchase any horses that look good enough to ride professionally- what is your probl-“

“Mr Shelby.”

Everything that happened next, happened all too quickly. Because before you could even register what was happening there was a yell coming from one of your cousins.

“Get down!” John’s voice had cut of your own with a loud yell, as you were suddenly tackled to the floor.

A loud crack rippled through the air as the wooden banister above you splintered into two, a bullet lodging itself in the wall behind it.

You peeled up behind the curtain of hair that had fallen in front of your eyes, “What the fuck?” You screamed in fear, shock melting into every nerve and muscle in your body.

Another gunshot pierced out, as it shattered the large window close by into thousands of shards.

A part of you didn’t want to believe that this was happening- surely it was just a dream? A terrible, horrific nightmare?

Another crack of a bullet being launched sounded close to you, peeping up from behind your quivering hands you saw that it was Thomas who had fired it.

Thomas who had fired a fatal shot into another man’s head. Thomas who had caused the death of a man, who may have had a wife, or a child or a family.

But nothing could’ve prepared you for the sight that was to come next. The sight of your eldest cousin brutally throwing punch after punch after punch at another man’s face.

The sickening sounds of flesh hitting flesh and bones shifting and cracking under the weight of Arthur’s meaty fists continued to echo around the room.

The man’s face slowly becoming mangled into mush, the sand below him becoming stained with crimson blood - you knew you couldn’t take it for a moment longer.

Swallowing your fear, you jumped off of the ground, screaming desperately for Arthur to stop.

You tried to pull him off, only to be knocked backwards onto your back. You felt the air leave your body as you collided with the ground.

You shifted back onto your feet, ignoring the pain surging through your spine. Watching as your father, Tommy and another man ripped Arthur away from the scene.

Crawling over you to the motionless body, you lifted two fingers to his neck. Frantically searching for a pulse. After a few seconds you found one, “He’s still alive- but his pulse is weak, he needs-“

Once again you were cut off by your father, “John take Y/N to the car.”

“What? No!” You protested, “did you not hear me- that man is dying he needs a doctor now.”

Within seconds you felt your body lift off the ground and over someone’s shoulder.

“Stop! You can’t do this!” You were screaming desperately, you voice becoming hoarse “What is wrong with you?”

The feeling of tears running down your face, alerted you to just how upset you felt. You just watched your family kill- like they were predators.

A few short minutes later, you felt your feet finally hit the floor. Looking around you grasped onto the nearest solid object that you could find.

The car was cool to touch and it calmed your raging thoughts for a second before a swell of nausea hit. You wanted to be sick, to cleanse the memories of what you had just witnessed away.

“Y/N...” John’s voice held care, like he was tiptoeing around what had just happened, “About what you just saw.”

“You didn’t see anything.”

You’re head shot up angrily, Tommy stood in front of you, with the rest of the group of men behind him.

“Really because the blood on my fucking dress says otherwise,” you fined, lYou’re fucking insane- you just killed two men, two men who may have had families that will never see them again.” Tears welled up in your eyes, “You should feel ashamed.”

Tommy rolled his eyes, “If we didn’t kill them, they would have killed us.”

“We all have a part to play in this world Tommy- you don’t get to decide who lives, who dies and who tells the story. You’re just a selfish coward who shoots first and asks questions later.”

“Y/N you can’t say that- he’s your family.”

Your head whipped around, quick enough that you swore you could’ve gotten whiplash. It was your father who had spoken those words.

“You don’t get to say anything to me- you do not have that right anymore, you lost that a long time ago,” You jabbed a finger into his scrawny chest, “Family Hm? You lot stopped being my family years ago. None of you came to my wedding, none of your cared when my husband was killed, and you ‘dad’ disowned me before I could walk- so don’t you dare lecture me about family.”

“You’re still apart of this family Y/N.”

You rolled your eyes, “Well if that,” you pointed back over to the auction center, “is what being apart of this family is then I have no fucking interest in being apart of it.”

Family isn’t always to do with fucking blood- it is what you make it.

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jack-lina · 3 years

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bathhouse scenario

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Luffy pulled my arm causing me to almost lose balance. " We should take a bath together! " He exclaimed happily facing the men's side and then back at me. I flushed seconds later at his ridiculous comment, which caused Ace to laugh. " We're not 9 anymore dipshit! " - He grinned widely - " Besides! She's a female and we're both males! Its separated you fucking idiot! " He mocked as usual, and tried to cross his eyes, also resulting me to spit and giggle at his foolish actions.

" Aceeeeee, th eeeeei AaassSSSHOLEEEEE. " I slurred in a silly tone. The two looked over to me. This time it was Luffy's turn to crack up and flash his signature smile. We both laughed until Luffy got yeeted into the men's room by a red faced Ace.

He turned his back and lifted his hand up and waved the back side of his hand with the other in his pocket meaning ' Cya later. '

Fucking lazy bastard.

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I rolled my eyes, smiled and walked aswell, going opposite, to the females side.

As I walked to the closest stall, near the big mirrors, shower stalls, and toilet stalls, a voice called out.

" Y/NNNN!!!!! " Nami sounding impatient,

yelled my name from inside the stallroom. " I'm coming! " I replied louder.

With a sigh, and 5 minute self prepare, I changed my usual oversized hoodie and jeans into just a towel. I unlocked the stall and skipped along but then stopped at the huge mirror in front of me.

Wow...

I no longer look like a crazy anime freak, who loves sketching and drinking Pepsi and uses a

fucking

twig as weapon

but a pretty e-looking egirl.

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I was snapped out of my thoughts by a slightly higher but rustier voice. " Yeah C'mon Y/n- " BANG! The voice disappeared thinking that it was Luffy on the females side, being hit by, most likely, Nami. I sighed, walked to the entrance, pushed the curtain aside, and entered the bathhouse.

My eyes we're drowned by beautiful waters all around me. Real rock ledges, water pouring down the rock walls, hot steam surrounding every part, and a huge rock wall separating us girls from the boys.

" What did Luff- " I spoke up focusing back to the girls and was cut off from shock - " What the- " I looked up , spotting the 5 familiar male figures poking out, leaning atop the top of the wall. Trying to fucking look at us huh? Perverts.. Wait a minute.. I thought Nami would be pissed off at this, why is she just- I brought my eyes back down to the two females. they we're looking my way. All of them... My face burned as I studied them back trying to think if someone stopped time or if they are playing around. But no, minutes had gone by and all was heard was the loud splashes of water being poured around the bathhouse....

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" OIIIIIIII!! Luffy, Sanji, Usopp, Brook, Chopper. Did you all do something that bad enough that Nami's not throwing hands? " Ace yelled over, cackling afterward, glancing at Law, Franky, Sabo, and Zoro, which made them laugh. They didn't care to join up top and stare. Law didn't give a shit, Franky didn't want to hurt Robin's feelings, Sabo also had a similar reason, while Zoro exactly had Law's reason aswell. I shivered at the cold, arms holding up my towel. I decided to join the girls now ignoring the stares. Sanji cursed under his breath as I hopped into the shallow end , bending down in the water to cover my parts, causing my towel to get soggy in an instant. I threw the wet towel to the side, and swam to the two slowly, making sure not to get up. Even though the steam was most places, I didn't want to risk showing anything to those bastards... Sabo th- NO WHY AM I THINKING THIS HOLY SHITTTTTTTTTTTT!!!

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Although as my mind started roaming dirty, Nami spoke up, making me jump slightly. " Listen here Y/n... You need to realize, you look like a fucking goddess, and if men are absolutely dead silent looking at you, including face heats up and sweat downs, then its a good sign. " Nami exclaimed with a know-it-all grin. Robin started clapping as Nami sat back down. " Beautiful speech! " Robin said heartwarmingly, giggling afterward. Nami nodded toward me as if she queued in my response. I paused and nodded back hesitantly.

" So.. you're saying, I looked like shit before, but if all my clothes are off, I look great? " I asked her looking down at the water staring at the reflection. Nami frowned and Robin's expression changed from happy to full of regret. " Well Y/n , thats one way of looking at it I guess. " Robin said blankly.

" No Y/n- "

I cut off Nami, elbowing her hard in the shoulder. I started laughing and spit out " I'm kidding. " I heard the men's side was pretty quiet this whole time.. wonder what they're up to... Nami faced me and gave me a crooked smile. " You got me. " She eventually said and gave off her own rave of laughter, making robin shoot some cackles at the sight of us having a stupidly funny moment.

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But it was eventually cut off by a huge splash further away, closer to the entrance of the bathhouse on our side. We all jumped letting out a couple high pitched girl screams. Before Nami could yell at the perverted man to get the fuck back to the men's side and Robin and I to scramble to get ourselves something was coming straight at us.

someone was coming right at us. someone was coming right at me.

LUFFY WAS COMING RIGHT AT ME. AND HE WAS BEING CHASED BY ACE. " ACE!!! CHASE LUFFY SOMEWHERE ELSE!! GET YOUR NAKED ASS'S OUTTA HERE! " Nami screamed. I acted in the couple seconds I had left, covering myself the best I could with the thin ass skinny arms and legs I could muster to hide the you know where parts. ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) I also decided to do that and not run away, because I could expose myself to the boys, well how? Because the 5 boys we're still up there... No wait... All of them are.... So..... I let Luffy fling himself onto me. Sadly, at this moment, Luffy was unaware that he was clutching onto my naked body and so was his. He was also burying his face in my tits... so.... I Shuddered. " Luffy please- " Before I could use some effort in shoving him off of me, Ace was seconds away and looked like he could massacre anyone in his way right about now. " I'M NOT LETTING GO! " Luffy screamed, and so, Ace kicked Luffy back to the men's side, forgetting that I was pinned with him, making us fly back together.

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Luffy let go though right away, but since I was so fucking light, I ended up going further towards the deep end. Not so deep that the men ( with devil fruit powers ) had to swim ( because obviously they can't and it would be hard to continue this god damn scenario like that ) but deep enough that a girl like me, short as fuck ( your not short just roll with it ok? ) can barely not even reach the bottom, even with the tips. But it all happened so fast, and the impact... I swear to god ace is on steroids.... anyways, it was so fast, I started freaking out, my back stung, where I landed on, and everything started getting hazy but before things got worse, I felt some hands slid into mine, and before I knew it, I was back above surface. I blinked a few times taking in my surroundings. Chopper, Sanji, Usopp, Franky, Brook, Law, and Zoro we're all around me staring in a circle.

I then realized Sabo was the owner of the hands that he intertwined mine with, and without thinking, he pulled me close. " Are you ok? Are you hurt? Do- " I shoved him away. My face was burning. " S-SABO KUN! " I yelled in reply, not realizing I added kun afterward. Sabo's face went red and everyone else stayed quiet and watched. My neck and below was covered by the water, holding onto him to not sink, but pushing away for space. I need to get away from these naked men. I heard a whistle in the distance. It was the writer, " YEAHHHH GIVE EM SOME! " She yelled in a sexy playful tone. I freaked, I tried letting go of Sabo and risk it in a daze. I'm. On. The. Men's. Side. But instead, Sabo gripped my hands tighter and pulled me in. " SABO! " I exclaimed. The boys suddenly startled at Sabo's uncommon behavior of clinginess and Y/n's sudden nervousness. Some eased the tension by whistling aswell for fun or making cute kissy noises but it just made me sweat more. Obviously Sabo noticed and started to growl at them, whilst a few shut up, some did not.

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However the tension was cut off completely because a recent appearance suddenly appeared again. Luffy. He appeared out of nowhere trying to reach out and grab my arm. " MINE! " Luffy screamed once again, making me jump and Sabo sternly staring at him with his doll eyes, which once looked full of adorable cuteness, now looked like a cold dark piercing glare. But after a few seconds, Sabo's expression changed to seriousness, facing the girls side, He yelled " ACE A TOWEL PLEASE! " pulling me behind him , shield like, and put the palm of his hand on Luffy's forehead, " LUFFY!!! STOP!!! NOW!! " He yelled again at Luffy with the most scariest face I've ever seen him make, resulting me to grip my arms around his waist, face buried in his back, causing him to straighten up and flush at my actions. A towel was thrown shortly after and in seconds Sabo picked me up and quickly wrapped the towel around me before the guys saw shit. He turned me around ubruptly and placed me in his arms gently bridal style, and lifted me just over the water so it wouldn't get soggy at the bottom. What a sweetheart.

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I let my head lean into the crooked part of his neck while he started walking to the side of the bathhouse, with all the ledges, He leaned his head ,slightly tilted on top of mine, not noticing he had purred at my action and enjoyed having my hot breath against his neck. I liked this. I liked this a lot. Once he reached the edge of the waters, he set me down above, trying not to bend up too high to show his dick, but just enough to place me without doing so. He climbed on the rock beside it and sat. We stood like that for a bit. And then-

Ok guys,

I tried for this one, and I have an announcement!!

You guys can choose a part two, either continue Sabo x reader, change it, or both!

I can do separate ones if you can't decide!

But make sure to also add an idea aswell, like from

bathhouse

shower stall ( ͡~ ͜ʖ ͡°) ,

hotel room ( ͡~ ͜ʖ ͡°)

date,

sudden confession

WHATEVER I JUST WANT TO WRITEEEEEE AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHH pls give ideas( ͡ಥ ͜ʖ ͡ಥ)

Aka if you want a part two, comment either sabo or another character and the idea or scenario from there!

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lilallama · 3 years

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Valentines Day

TW: Obsessive behaviour, mentioning of stealing and slight homophobia, proceed with caution!

"Taehyung sweetie, wake up.~"

I groan and turn in my sheets, slowly regaining consciousness. "I've prepared you breakfast. Get dressed and come downstairs." The clacking of my mother's heels echoed through the hall as she went away. Groggily I sit up and stretch. I push my bangs out of my eyes I stare towards the window to my left. The sun shines through the thin curtains casting an orange light on my bedroom wall. I yawn and stand up, pulling the curtains aside and flooding the room with light. I take a moment to look outside, admiring our beautiful garden before remembering what day it is. Today is Valentines day! My God/Goddess asked me to meet up with them. Oh, spending Valentines with my saviour is the best thing to have ever happened to me!

I rush to pick out a white dress shirt, a khaki sweater vest with a black pair of slacks. After also brushing through my hair to untangle any knots I opened my secret Y/n shrine. The picture of their smiling face makes my heart pound so fast. They are otherworldly, absolutely ethereal! I take out a shirt of theirs which I borrowed a while ago. If I close my eyes it still smells like them, it's addictive.

Just to make sure that no items were robbed from their place I go through all items once again. Five chewed on pencils, a small box of empty wrappers, my 20 most favourite photos of them, the candle they accidentally bit into because they thought it was edible, the borrowed shirt, a pair of their underwear, a bunch of pins and hair ties they touched, the bundle of 36 hair strands I managed to collect (I only collect the hairs that have fallen out, I would never dare to cut or rip out my God's/Goddess' hair) and my water bottle which they drank out of (I had to buy a new one to keep this in my shrine but it was so worth it). All my items were there.

Suddenly I hear clacking and a small thud. I turn around in confusion, what just happened? But then I hear Yeontan's bark from the other side of the door. He ran against the door again. I can't help but laugh as I go to open the door for him. He jumps up a bit so I kneel down to pet him. "I'm meeting up with Y/n today, isn't that exciting!" Yeontan immediately started yapping, he loved my God/Goddess almost as much as I do. It's really incredible what an effect Y/n has on everyone, they all seem to love them. Well, then again that is expected to be the case considering Y/n is such a godly being.

"Taehyung!" "I'm coming!" My mother called me again. "Come on, boy." I hurry downstairs with Yeontan following me. "Good morning, Ma. Good morning, Pa." My father nodded at me while my mother beckoned me to sit down and eat. While I finish my breakfast my mother was talking about a lot of stuff. "Have you heard, they're trying to make gay marriage legal here. That is complete nonsense! God created a man and a woman for a reason." I have no clue what my mother was raging about. I concluded that she's probably just misinformed, Y/n said that being part of the lgbtq community is completely natural and alright. I know they know better than anyone else. "What's so bad about it, Ma?" My mother looked at me with horror. "They can't help who they're attracted to. It's all natural, isn't it?" My mother shook her head. "No!" She exclaimed, "Being gay or trans or something is inherently selfish! Gays are selfish! Men and women were created by God to conceive a child and stop the human kind from getting extinct. Trans are selfish! God gave you a body and you chose to change it in it's entirety! Such behaviour is unacceptable." "But I thought God loves everyo-" "Where have you even gotten that idea? Maybe you should go back to homeschooling. Clearly these other kids are having a bad influence on you." I look over to my father who just continues reading the newspaper. I respect my mother but she clearly isn't ready yet for the wisdom Y/n has bestowed upon me. Not everyone is as lucky as I am. "Look at the time we'll have to go now." Right, it was Sunday which means we're going to church. I always like going there, the windows astound me everytime. And the pastor is always so welcoming and friendly. I vividly remember asking him about the lgbtq community after Y/n had told me about them. He said that God loves everyone regardless of their sexuality or gender identity. He truly is a wise man.

As soon as we returned my father got a call from a business partner. They said they'd have to go now and want me to take Yeontan with me to my meet up. While I was a bit saddened that I couldn't be alone with my God/Goddess I decided it wouldn't be a problem.

Yeontan excitedly trots besides me as I make my way to the place where my saviour and I would meet up. I debated getting them a bouquet of red roses for Valentines day, but figured that the 20 letters, 12 stuffed animals and 18 bouquets I gave them during the past week would be enough, for now. As I make my way there I couldn't conceal the excitement I felt. Getting the chance to spend time with my Master/Mistress was something I believed I'd only ever dream about. The euphoria I feel from the mere thought of getting to see them today is dizzying.

Suddenly Yeontan starts barking and storms off. He never leaves my side, that's why he's not kept on a leash. To see him run away from me like that was surprising at best. But then I notice the reason for his behaviour. The puppy ran towards Y/n who was waiting for me a few metres away. How could I have just ignored my saviour like that! What I did was unacceptable. I would punish myself, but it would likely ruin Y/n's day, I can't let that happen. So I run after Yeontan, towards my God/Goddess.

"Good morning, Y/n! I'm sorry about him." I look down at Yeontan who's still getting pet by Y/n. He better cherish that they're even looking at him. It's bad enough that he practically demanded pats from them. So disrespectful. "No worries. He's so adorable!" At least Y/n seemed to enjoy his behaviour. I doubt it would work if I behaved that way towards them, but that's for another day to find out. "I dearly hope you didn't have to wait too long." They smile up at me. Oh, their smile is to die for. So incredibly perfect! I feel my knees getting weak. "Don't worry about it. I just arrived too." Yeontan started barking again and was noe excitedly jumping around, making Y/n laugh. "Awe! Yeontan is so adorable. I didn't know you'd take him with you." "It was unexpected for me as well." They stand up and take my hand. My heart is beating so fast, I feel as if I'm about to explode. It's getting harder to breathe. "Let's go now!" We start walking along the path with Yeontan rushing after us.

We sat outside a small café and each ordered our desired dessert. "Have you ever been on a date?" That question caught me off guard. "Oh, no. I haven't." I believe that much was quite obvious, but perhaps I was mistaken. They look surprised, shocked almost. "Really? How come? Aren't you getting asked out left and right?" "I suppose I just never had interest in anyone. I barely know those who ask me out. They're all so shallow to confess without knowing anything about me." Just then the waiter returned with our desserts. We thank him before we start eating.

Both of us watch as Yeontan is running around and playing in the snow. I look over to see Y/n smile at him, leading me to also smile. I adore their smile. Everything about them is so perfect. I could stare at them for hours and never get bored. Each detail is something new, something beautiful to discover. Unable to take y eyes off them I-

"Excuse me." Who dares interrupt my special time with my God/Goddess?! Two girls stood next our table. One almost cowering behind the other and mumbling something along the lines of, "Oh my god, no. Jess, don't." But I really couldn't care less. "My friend thinks you're really cute and was wondering if you'd like to go on a date with her." So annoying. I eye them down and make one thing clear. "I'm not interested." The girl cowering behind the other looked disappointed, perhaps ashamed. Good. She should be. After they interrupted my date with the Y/n they can go burn for all I care. "Have a good day." After the girls back away with the other girl exclaiming, "What a jerk!" I turn my attention back to Y/n. "Uhm, wasn't that a bit harsh?" They looked unsure. "Was it? I thought it was reasonable. Better to tell the truth than lead them on, am I correct?" They took another bite of their dessert. "I guess you're right."

We had a grand time strolling through the park, even having a snowball fight. They won. Obviously I could not compete with my God/Goddess, no one could ever. Yeontan was also very entertained as he kept trying to catch the snowballs as they flew over his head. Soon the sun began setting. It was incredible how fast the time flew by. Both our clothes were slightly damp due to the snow. I didn't think much about it untill Y/n began shivering. No no no no! My saviour could get sick, or die! I couldn't let that happen. I take off my jacket and gently place it over their shoulders. "But, won't you be cold?" I give them a reassured smile. "Don't worry about me, my God/Goddess. If I may, I'd love to accompany on your way home." They let out a bashful chuckle, making me melt. I feel my entire body heating up from that gorgeous chuckle. Their power over me is simply astounding.

All the way home I keep my arm atound them in hopes of providing some form of warmth for them. I cannot bear knowing that they're freezing. Never would I be able to forgive myself if they'd catch a cold. Yeontan was also slowly getting tired, which was by bo means a surprise considering how he played and jumped around all day. "Thank you for bring me home, Taehyung." Hearing them say my name makes my entire body tingle and flutter. "You do not have to thank me, Y/n. It was an honour!" Whatever I expected, it was not feeling their lips against mine. My mind went blank and I could barely stand. I felt dizzy, yet so so good! They gave me my jacket back after the short peck and laughed. "Goodnight!" Then they went inside and closed the door. I stood there for a moment, shocked at what had happened yet freling absolute bliss. After a minute or so I manage to finally pull myself together. I put on my jacket, it smells like them! And then I picked Yeontan up and walked home.

Oh, this day was the best I've ever had!

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whaleofatjme1920 · 3 years

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hii! so great to see the creepypasta fandom alive still!! i'd like to req a romantic nsfw matchup! :) i hope this is enough info

-firstly, i'm 22, she/her and bisexual but preference for men. around 5'2-5'3 and pretty pale. kinda sick looking ngl (thx anemia) and currently my hair is dyed like a silvery blonde kind of color? was more lavender ish before. my hairs pretty long (and annoying, gets tangled easily bec heat dmg), maybe bottom of rib length w sidepart/curtain bangs, and big gray eyes. i'm pretty into wearing a full face of makeup too! so eyeliner, lipstick, falsies, the whole thing. body wise, dcup committee, hip dips n thick thighs (i have a thigh tattoo as well, its a cat:))

-style wise i fluctuate constantly, but mostly i wear sweaters and neutral colors constantly. my style does tend to lean towards dark academia the most i think but i do have a softspot for more grunge inspired fashion and also pastels. you'd most likely either see me in a longsleeve and skirt or a sweater and jeans tbh

-personality type wise, i'm an intx 6w5 ! my astro stuff is aries sun, taurus moon, leo rising and gemini venus !! i was in college for library science major w classics (history) minor but dropped it and now i'm working on getting a certification for floral design.

i'm extremely opinionated and outspoken when its something i need to be vocal about, but i am first and foremost an introvert. i get extremely anxious in social situations, but sadly also have a slight temper. this leads to a bit of a confrontational attitude because letting bad situations sit just upsets me more LOL. but i do like to joke around with those close to me and i tend to ramble a lot about my special interests/new things i've learned about quite often if allowed. i can be blunt and very sarcastic usually, and to people who don't know me it comes off a bit rude? idk ALSO i am always tired, no matter how much i sleep.

-relationship wise, i am a bit clingy but not physically. i do love physical affection (preferably more so in private) but my love language is definitely quality time. even if it's just sitting together and doing a task like reading/writing or watching something. being around them makes me happy. i am pretty big on communicating thought so if theres an issue or insecurity, i will bring it up. i'm a bit of the jealous type, and vocal about boundaries in my relationship, and mutual respect is very important to me.

LIKES: i love slasher films go figure, but i'm also the biggest sucker for rom coms and historical movies (like jane austen type, not war ofc.) my music taste is anywhere from rock 2 indie n pop. (my favorite artists though are mitski, hozier, twst, and the nbhd.) baking is one of my favorite activities, and i also love comfy games (animal crossing, minecraft etc.) fall is my favorite season + i'm addicted to iced coffee and the white monster (only flavor i've ever had but extremely caffeine dependent) i love reading and writing n also photography. the sound of rain and the look of snow falling make me really happy. my comfort drink is either earlgrey tea with milk and sugar (maybe honey too) or a big cup of hot chocolate with lots of whipped cream.

(halfway through + i feel like this is TOO MUCH WRITING ALR IM SORRY)

-i dislike the ocean/lakes etc,, i'm just not fond of being in them but they're nice 2 look at. i hate bugs too LOL

AAA hope i have enough of the regular stuff but heres nsfw:

-very much a sub. i've tried to dom before and it's not for me. rough stuff is definitely up my alley!! i'm v into being choked. i love size diff to an extent (height wise) but considering my height its not that hard to be pretty much taller. breeding 4 sure. degrading is really nice but also love praise. possesive!!partners!!own my heart. i just rlly like to put my partners in a position of power also w titles bec i like having smth to call them ( uncomfortable w mommy title to a fem partner though, but daddy is open for male p ) and uHHHH yeah i think thats it. maybe marks too?? also rlly like nice hands LMFAO

thank you sososo much if you decide to answer mine whenever you're able to get around to it <3

Your matchup is… Eyeless Jack!

Read more because of NSFW :}

In general:

Everything about you seemed to match up with EJ but it’s always the kinks that solidify it lmfao. SO, let’s elaborate on why.

What he likes about you:

Physically speaking, EJ adores your eyes and your hair. They’re both so captivating and beautiful to him and he can just get lost looking at you. Your height is alo really cute to him because the dude is fucking tall, probably like 7 ft lmfao. He appreciates the aesthetics of makeup even though he doesn’t understand much about it, so your full face of makeup also lowkey fascinates him. I’ll get,,,, I’ll get into the other stuff about your body in the NSFW section. EJ just adores your sense of style as well, even when it changes around. Grunge and pastels are weak spots for him ngl. He loves your personality as well and wants to know all about floral design. He likes that you’re opinionated as well. EJ is really big on spending time together as well and he’s also pretty physically affectionate in private. I can also see EJ being into communication, because he’s just y’know, trying his best and wants you to see his best as well. All of your likes match up so well with him!! I would be here all day listing them, but just know that you and EJ match up so well in terms of your likes.

General cute things:

ALRIGHT SO, going off your likes, i don’t think EJ actually really likess war movies? He’s secretly a softie to Jane Austen stuff ngl. He likes your music choice and will y’know, listen to it with you. Is he into baking? Not really but he will absolutely eat whatever tf you make. Sometimes EJ has a bit of a sweet tooth. He’ll also cuddle with you on the couch as you play your comfy games, he’s not too big on games himself though. Just wants to spend time with you, y’know? EJ loves fall too and will go on leafy walks with you and enjoy the scents of nature. He’s such a sucker for fall too. Pumpkins, spooky stuff, all of that atmospheric stuff makes him lose his mind. He likes hot coffee but will get you iced coffees and monster. He will read with you! Just those quiet little dates y’know?? He will also teach you calligraphy, because I really do think EJ has beautiful penmanship. He will make your comfort drink for you on snowy days, and cuddle with you when the rain is falling. Just WHOLESOME stuff.

You two as a couple & NSFW:

EJ is a BIG protector. Like, huge. I have no other way of saying that. Like, the man is a bit possessive, he’s actually a lot possessive, but he’s a protector through and through. He will give you his hoodies and sweaters for you to wear if you’re ever cold! He also likes you being bathed in his scent so like,,,,,,, He understands that you’re a bit of the jealous type but lowkey so is he. So please talk with him about that. It seems like you prioritize that stuff though so like it works lmfao. He will do whatever he can to calm you down and keep you steady in social situations that might make you uncomfortable. Just wants to keep you safe. He’s also a tad confrontational? But, he’s really respectful about it. He loves to listen to you ramble and he loves to hear you talk about things you are passionate about. EJ doesn’t mind you being blunt and sarcastic either tbh. He’s exactly like that as well.

So here’s what did it. It’s literally always the kinks that do it. He adores your body. Your breasts are a favorite, your hips are a favorite, your thighs are a favorite, literally everything about you is a favorite. He likes your thigh tattoo and will trace it with his clawed fingers. Lucky for you, you cannot pay EJ to sub, he’s 1000% a dom! He will choke you with his big, clawed hands, and is very, very rough in general. He will cover you in bites and claw marks, love bites dripping down your thighs and neck. He will mark you!! EJ is 7ft tall so like, you got the size difference thing down really good here. He’s also big into breeding too lmfao like I hate bringing up the knotted dick thing again but it’s making a comeback here, he will push that thing in and just CUM. Won’t stop unless he’s filled you to your absolute brim, towering over you, growling and hissing as he ruts into you still connected. You can call him whatever, daddy, master, it’ll all make him hot and bothered. He’s good at praise and degrading, honestly degrading over praise though. EJ also has really nice hands. Overall, it’s the kinks that do it time and time again.

Closing Thoughts/Other Things:

Hi love bug, thank you so much for sending in this ask! The creepypasta fandom is still very much alive, I just like to think a lot of us grew up alongside it. You gave me a wonderful amount of info! Sometimes, people send me like a sentence and I have no idea wtf to do. The more detailed, the better, and you really came through! Furthermore, you sound really, really pretty omg? Like, I adore makeup and just don’t wear it for myself besides eyeliner (RIP my monolids) and mascara but people who wear full faces have ALL MY LOVE. It’s so beautiful. Also your tattoo sounds super cute as well! Everything about you is cute as all hell, and that’s coming from both me and EJ. EJ absolutely adores everything about you and will just LOVE YOU endlessly, and in more ways than one. ;) As always, let me know what you think and I hope you enjoyed!

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shiemishuzenji · 3 years

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100 OC Question Meme!

created by marchenvillain <3

Your Wings edition: Shiemi Shuzenji!

1. What’s a unique skill they have? Is their any reason why they can do it? Shiemi can harness the power of the sun in order to heal wounds. Her Quirk is a mixture of her mother’s (who can bend light) and grandmother’s (who can heal wounds).

2. What are their favourite possessions? Why? (sentimentality, history, price, etc) The necklace that Hawks gave her is very important to her. She sees it like a symbol of their love.

3. Do they get jealous easily? If so, what usually causes it? She gets insecure, but she never acts on her jealousy. Often times, if women fawn over Hawks, she gets all up in her feels.

4. Are they a good gift-giver? What do they tend to give as gifts? She’s more of a practical gift giver. She pays attention to what someone really needs and she’ll get it for them.

5. What’s their reputation like? Does this reputation contrast what they’re really like? People (especially when she worked in the hospital) hail her as a good doctor but one with little to no social skills. She’s quiet, so a lot of people think she’s mean. Others, like her old boss, like her polite and respectable nature.

6. Do they prefer to have a big social circle, or a few close friends? Definitely a few close friends. She’s content with Aizawa, Kayama, and Mic.

7. What’s their “type”? What romantically attracts them to another person? Men who are confident! If one looks at her track record, her old boyfriends in high school were all jocks who loved the limelight. Hawks is cocky, but a lot of that haughtiness is a facade. She loves that he knows how to tone it down and come back to Earth.

8. What does their dream house look like? She’s a simple woman: a modern white home with a huge lawn for a garden. She’s always wanted to plant sunflowers. I’m a huge horror fan, so for some reason, I’m envisioning the villa from The Human Centipede… Just the outside! eheh... is that weird?

9. If they could change one part of their appearance, what would it be? Shiemi is actually very lithe; her mother says she’s got no meat on her bones. She would love to bulk up! Also, her cup size is a B. She would change that, too, if she could.

10. What’s a simple thing that brings them joy? Well, Shiemi’s love language is acts of service. It really warms her heart when people help do things with or for her!

11. What is their dream pet? A cat! A fluffy white one. Maybe Aizawa had some influence on her? ❤️

12. What’s their position in their friend group? (leader, mom friend, chaos goblin, etc) The voice of reason. She likes to have practical fun! She’s not as rigid as Aizawa, but nowhere near as wild as Mic.

13. How forgiving are they? What do they consider unforgivable? Shiemi is definitely forgiving, so much so that it is sometimes her downfall. However, she believes there is no excuse for villainy.

14. Who do they go to in a crisis/emergency? Any particular reason why they choose that person? Hmmm, it’s funny because most people go to her in an emergency since she’s got that nifty healing Quirk haha! Shiemi has plenty of people to depend on like Midnight or Recovery Girl, but Hawks is the one she always turns to when she needs saving.

15. How good are they at conversation? Are they a small talk master, bad at initiating, etc? The only person she likes to make small talk with is Hawks, really. She’s not much a talker, and prefers to let others do the talking. This is why she and Aizawa click so well because they both can appreciate silence.

16. What food do they absolutely hate? She actually doesn’t care for greasy foods. Pizza, for example, upsets her tummy.

17. Do they show a lot of affection, or are they pretty reserved? She’s not into PDA, but she loves to be held and kissed. When she’s sad, she almost always needs a hug. ❤️

18. If you had to represent them with a flower, colour, and animal, what would you choose? I feel like she’s more of a white lily, which I hear symbolizes humility and devotion. Her color would be blush pink, for her more timid nature and her affinity for that color. As for an animal, I think she’d be a snowshoe hare!

19. What’s their unusual quirk? (Quirk with a lowercase q, haha) Shiemi has always had very strong intrusive thoughts, and I’ve made this obvious from the first chapter. I based this on my own struggle with intrusive thoughts, so Shiemi and I can relate on the issue of fighting our inner voices to be better people.

20. Are they easy to wake up in the morning, or grouchy and sleepy? She’s an early bird! Very easy to wake up in the morning.

21. What’s their ideal date like? She loves night walks on the beach followed a busy night of makin’ love ;)

22. What’s their silliest or most unusual fear/phobia? Probably spiders. She’s not the type to scream when she sees one, but if it’s big and hairy, she’ll leave the room.

23. Is their pain tolerance high or low? Pretty low, all things considering. She knows how to fight, she just doesn’t like to because she can’t really handle her own.

24. Are they a fussy eater? Nope! She’ll try just about anything. She understands the importance of eating healthy, so she makes sure to eat her veggies every day. (Unlike me…)

25. What are their dreams like? As the writer, I’ve always made her dreams symbolic. They often reflect her true feelings or the things on her mind.

26. Are they technologically savvy? Yes! Working in the hospital, she’s a quick learner, and working in the hospital, she’s had to learn how to use all the equipment.

27. Are they forgetful? What do they tend to forget? (plans, phone, keys, etc) No, she tries to be very organized. The most that she forgets would be if she’s got a lot of work to do, she might forget one assignment.

28. Describe their morning routine. Open the curtains first (she needs sunlight), drink black coffee, watch the news, take a shower. Suuuper adult of her, I know. She’s a creature of habit!

29. Are they a good cook? If they are, what do they like to make? She’s an okay cook. Certainly not as good as Hawks! She can make basic food, but a lot of it lacks flavor -- something Hawks has had to teach her.

30. Do they consider themselves a “hero” or “villain”? Hero! Definitely. She’ll heal anyone in need, but she works for the heroes, on the side of good.

31. What holiday do they like the most? (Christmas, Easter, Valentine’s Day, etc) Christmas. It’s the one time of year she gets to spend with her whole family. Even though tensions are high, she still loves her family more than anything.

32. What are they like at parties? Party animal, or awkwardly sitting in the corner drinking punch and reading? She’s the wallflower. She’d rather grab a bite to eat and sit back, people-watching.

33. Are they adventurous, or do they prefer to stay in their safe zone? She prefers to live life on the safe side. Though life with Hawks definitely makes things exciting!

34. What’s their favourite drink? (Coffee, tea, juice, hot chocolate, soda, etc) She loves coffee; preferably black coffee. Her go-to drink at Starbucks is a venti black cold brew or a cappuccino.

35. Are they good with children? Yes! Her serene nature tends to calm kids down. She especially used to love healing kids at the hospital.

36. Do they trust easily? What would you have to do to earn their trust? She’s normally very wary of people. She automatically has her guard up when approached by someone new, but honestly it doesn’t take much for her to let down her guard. For example, she was cautious of Twice when she met him, but once she saw that he and Mr. Compress needed help, she immediately dropped everything to help. Blame her big heart, I guess!

37. Are they a hopeless romantic, or is that stuff just not for them? God, YES!! When she first met Hawks, she tried to act all tough, but she’s such a SAP! In her relationships, she devotes everything to her significant other.

38. Do they get lost easily, or are they good with directions? Nah, she’s great with directions. She tries to have a good understanding of her surroundings.

39. Are they superstitious? She doesn’t believe in superstitions; she’s more of a woman of science.

40. Do they like physical activity, or staying inside? She enjoys a bit of both. She especially likes to go for walks, but doesn’t mind spending the whole day inside reading a book.

41. What would they dress up as for Halloween? A zombie nurse -- and I mean that in the laziest way possible. She would put on her uniform and paint her face and call it a day haha

42. Do they like fast food, or fancy restaurants? Fancy restaurants, for sure. She’s a bit of a snob. She’ll eat fast food if she’s on the go, but she grew up in the lap of luxury, and really enjoys the finer things in life.

43. Are they a chaotic bastard, pure angel baby, or tired mom friend? Pure angel baby. SHIEMI MUST BE PROTECTED AT ALL COSTS.

44. Do they have a good attention span? Yes, especially when it comes to her friends. She’ll sit there and listen to someone talk for hours.

45. Are they always late, on time, or early? Shiemi thinks that if you’re not 15 minutes early, then you’re late.

46. Do they cry, gasp, laugh, etc, while reading a book, or do they remain relatively stone-faced? Stone-faced. She might furrow her brow if she’s into it, but she’s more internal with her reactions.

47. Do they keep a diary? She stopped carrying a diary when she was a teenager and her parents read through it without her permission.

48. How dramatic are they? She’s not haha She cries easily, but that’s just because she feels very deeply.

49. Do they put a lot of effort into their appearance, or do they just make themselves presentable and go? She’s comfortable with her looks, so she mostly curls her bangs and thinks it good to go.

50. Why would they be a good partner for a road trip? She would be president of the backseat! Delivering snacks, giving directions, listening to you talk and talk for hours!

51. Why would they be a BAD partner for a road trip? She’s not much for small talk. If it gets quiet, she’ll let it happen and whip out a book.

52. What topic should nobody bring up around them, lest the other person be subject to a massive ramble/rant? Anything bashing on heroes, or criticizing hero society. She’s so deep in it that she’s blinded to its flaws. She’ll defend Heroes till the day she dies.

53. Are they clumsy? No, she’s too cautious!

54. Are they a law breaker, or stickler for rules? Stickler for the rules. Not as bad as Iida hahaha but she doesn’t do anything she’s not supposed to. Blame her strict upbringing!

55. Choose a vine you think perfectly encapsulates their character. I LOVE THIS QUESTION! I feel like she’s: “Road work ahead? Uh, yeah, I sure hope it does >:( ” or “Is there anything better than pussy? Yes, a really good book.” OOH, OR “How do you know what’s good for me? THAT’S MY OPINION!!”

56. Do they like to share? Yes, my girl is very giving ❤️

57. What’s the most chaotic thing they’ve done? Have sex with a bird man she just healed the night before :U Shiemi has a high sex drive

58. Which friend do they immediately become a zero-braincelled idiot around? She gets all smitten around Hawks tbh She can compose herself around everyone except for him. Then she’s just a puddle of GOO

59. Do they love or hate surprises? She does not like surprises! They make her uncomfortable and awkward.

60. What sappy thing will they cry at? (romance movies, cute cat videos, etc) Would they deny crying about it later on? She’ll cry during sad movies, but she’s stopped being ashamed of being a crybaby

61. What’s their favourite and least favourite subject in school? Health and science are her best subjects, but her favorite was literature! Her least favorite was probably physical education just because it took her away from the books!

62. Do they take a lot of photos? If so, what of? She prefers professional photos; her camera roll is practically empty!

63. Do they wear makeup? Blush, mascara, foundation, but she only ever wears makeup for special occasions.

64. Describe what their social media would be like. Instagram: “NO PHOTOS” but plenty of tagged photos from Mic and Midnight. Facebook: articles on social issues or new medical breakthroughs.

65. Do they give people a lot of nicknames? No, she doesn’t, actually!

66. What nicknames do others call them by? She thinks it’s sweet when people give nicknames to her -- e.g. “Doc,” “songbird,” or “sunshine.” Side note: I was really into Yagami Yato when I first started writing, so of course Hawks calls her “Baby bird.” And now I really regret not being more original because goddamn... I’m not gonna go back and change it because Yagami doesn’t own the nickname, but just know that I am upset

67. What’s an outrageous story about them nobody believes? Uhh, that’s a great question. I can’t think of anything, to be honest.

68. Are they easy to fluster? What would you have to do to truly fluster them? Yes! Despite being so cool, calm, and collected, it’s easy to make her blush. Hawks is a pro at getting her all worked up!

69. What’s their dream vacation like? She dreams of traveling, preferably somewhere along the Caribbean islands where she can bask in the sun and discover new plants and creatures.

70. Are they a good liar? She is a notoriously bad liar, mostly because it eats her away inside. She can make a lie work if she commits to it enough, but she’ll always come out with it eventually.

71. What do they want to do in the future? She wants a family. She’s always wanted to be a working woman and come home after a long day to her family. She wishes that a certain someone would be a stay-at-home dad...

72. How do they feel about love? Again, she’s a hopeless romantic. She believes in having strong bonds with both family and friends, but she does dedicate most of her energy into her romantic relationship.

73. Are they more book smarts, or street smarts? oh my god, BOOK SMARTS. She wouldn’t last a day on her own out there, but man she could recite a whole scene from Shakespeare if you asked her to.

74. What’s their guilty pleasure? Sex. She doesn’t come off as promiscuous, but she would get some every day if she could.

75. Is there anyone they consider their rival? No, in fact Shiemi tends to keep to herself. She’s respectful and supportive of everyone. She does have enemies, of course, like Dabi or Mr. Compress.

76. Do they have any notable physical features? Her eyes are described as gray, but they’re more purplish-gray.

77. What’s their music taste like? Classical music takes up most of the space on her phone; Joe Hisaishi is a composer that she admires a lot.

78. What’s something they’re really bad at? Keeping her opinions to herself. She’s brutally honest, to a fault.

79. Do they have a good sleep schedule? Yesss, her whole life runs on a schedule!

80. What’s their aesthetic sense like? Oh, I’m not sure how to answer this?

81. What’s something they’re really proud of? Her degrees and awards make her feel accomplished. She has a hard time seeing her worth, but the diplomas on her wall are proof, to her, of what she can do.

82. How would they spend a free day? In bed, reading a book, snuggled up beside Hawks ❤️

83. What are they like as an s/o? Lowkey, kind of clingy. She loves attention and wants to spend all her time with her significant other, doting on them, making them feel good.

84. What’s one thing they like that they don’t want anyone to know about? Her sex drive (> w >);;

85. Do they have a sweet tooth? She doesn’t; she’s more of a savory or salty person. I actually really like this dichotomy between Hawks and Shiemi, for some reason? The fact that she takes her coffee black and he takes his sweet is kind of nice.

86. How would you describe their fashion sense? I once had a beautiful professor at university who only wore maxi skirts and nice blouses. Her fashion sense inspired my vision of Shiemi a lot. If she’s not wearing her hero uniform, you can find her in a pink maxi skirt and a white blouse.

87. Do they like spicy food? She can definitely handle her spice, but she wouldn’t choose it!

88. Are they lucky? Do they believe in luck? By all means, she has the worst luck! Can’t say that she believes in it, though.

89. What would they get into a petty argument over? Shiemi stands her ground on her opinions, but she’s more or less an agreeable person. She doesn’t like to argue or cause tension, but she will if it means standing up for herself.

90. Are they a good artist? She can’t draw and she’s got that doctor handwriting lmao

91. Do they prefer hot or cold weather? Hot! Shiemi’s Quirk is most powerful if she’s in direct sunlight. When the sun is behind the clouds, it takes more energy and time for her to heal someone. Despite all that time in the sun, the poor woman can’t tan!

92. Can they play an instrument? Her parents made her play piano when she was a child, but she doesn’t dabble in it anymore.

93. What type of movies do they like to watch? Romance and mysteries! Her favorite movie is Titanic. She cries every time!

94. What does their room look like? Neat and organized. She’s got a lot of bookshelves in her room and a nice set up for her computer space.

95. How do they feel about bugs? Scared? Fascinated? She’s fascinated by bugs, but from a distance. She won’t touch ‘em!

96. What’s their sense of humour like? (Dad jokes, morbid humour, basic knock-knock jokes, stand up comedy, etc) She laughs really hard at stand up comedy. Since she’s a little more serious, she can appreciate how goofy Hawks is!

97. What do they keep in their bag? Cell phone, earbuds, portable charger, folding scissors for emergencies, Band-Aids, and if she’s not wearing it, she’ll fold up her lab coat and put it in there, too.

98. How competitive are they? She’s only competitive with herself. She doesn’t have to be the best, but she can’t stand being the worst. (I’m the same way.)

99. What would they wear to a formal event? Describe their outfit! She actually wore that beautiful red dress in chapter 10! If you Google “Elizabeth Banks Vanity Fair 2020” it’ll pop up.

100. If you, the creator, met them, would you two get along? Yes! I think that it’s impossible for any author/creator to make a character without at least adding some personal elements in them. Shiemi isn’t a self-insert, but she and I share a love of reading and we’re both overachievers. So I think she and I would make great friends!

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marsandsaturn · 3 years

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hello, I'm sorry if I'm disturbing you. could I get a haikyuu matchup?

I'm 5'8 (I believe, if not them 5'7), Leo, bi, 2004s baby, and a goddamn runaway- peace out. My friends either call me Tea or Cherry. I have collar bone length hair which has been dyed ombre and curtain bangs. I have a 'slim thicc' body due to going to the gym and finally recovering from E.D's. the only thing I like about myself is my 🍑 tho ngl I'm sorry dkfkdkks. my eyes are a dark blueish gray??

my style is very much- platforms, bell bottom jeans/sweats, and either a crop top or XXL hoodie there is no in between. I wear a lot of rings and earings and pierce my ears often hehe. around the house I just wear panties and a men's shirt? I don't wears bras, no, even tho my 🍒 are on the bigger side now.

I love to bake, party, draw in pencil and animate 3D on YouTube, it's my paying job actually. I'm very much so a cat person - I see a cat and you know you lost me mentally. I love to read and that's all I do when I'm holiday, I love the escape, that, or I enjoy going on 2am walks with my friends or dyeing my friends hair or doing their nails. I used to be around male friends a lot but now men just shamelessly flirt with me and ✨ion like that✨. oh, I fight with my religious teacher a lot and once drew two lesbians cause she was being homophobic and was about to give her the drawing to piss her off but quarantine started... I get into fights with all my teachers really.

I think I over shared? I'm just in class and I can't think of anything so I just rambled, I'm sorry, feel free to not do this ask kdneksla

NOOO baby it’s okay the more you share the more it better to pair you with someone. Also sorry for taking so to write this request, I had like a 72 question homework for Geometry and I suck at math in General. Anyway onto the match up. I match you with... KENMA KOZUME. So what made me match you up with Kenma when you were talking about your style, it gave me “please stomp of me” vibes especially when you said platforms. And I think the Haikyuu fandom as established Kenma as a bottom but I see him as a switch. But what really made me choose kenma was the fact that you do 3D animation,,,I wanna be a director but if I ever wanna do a animated movie I am coming to you,,,annieways. Also with you just wearing panties and a men’s t-shirt around the house is Kenma’s weakness. He would sjhyly give your his shirt but as soon as he sees you in just those things this “shy baby” we all know he ain’t a shy baby,,,he’s a gremlin,,he would become a bold ass dom, teasing you until you guys are hooking up at his gaming desk. Annieways I’m getting carried away LMAO.

We all know Kenma is a gamer, a technology nerd, you could say. So whenever he is tired of doing his job or gaming, I feel like he would want to watch you bake, draw, or even animate in 3D. Also Kenma is also a cat person,,,same,,,and I just know the two of you would get a cat together. It’s name would be Shirley, like Shirley Templedjdjdlkjafkjad don't come for me. And the things you do with your friends, he’d like to do them with you. Like going on walks at 2am except if its really cold he’d rather snuggle with you but he would definitely let you dye his hair and do his nails. Because this gemlin of a man is a simp for you. Also if you too are in the same class and that teach does happen to be homophobic, he would let you start of fight with that teacher he might join in but towards the end, he has to much social anxiety to join you from the beginning. all honestly Kenma really loves you and is willing to try things that you love to do.

#marsandsaturn©️#kenma x y/n #kenma scenario #kenma #haikyuu fluff #haikyuu!!#haikyuu smut #haikyuu kenma #kozume kenma #kenma fluff #kenma smut #✨marsandsaturn’s masterlist

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inkribbon796 · 3 years

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Like a House of Cards Ch. 12: Prince Ali, Fabulous He

Summary: Roman and Janus help cause a commotion in town.

A/N: There is a lot with this opposite universe I wanted to do but I don’t have the time and it gives me an excuse to come back to it.

“Prince Ali” is from Aladdin and it was actually the first fusion I decided on when I had the idea for fusions.

Chapters: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13

At the heart of Egoton’s city was a high rise skyscraper and towards the 7th floor was General’s lower office. He took that office when he expected meetings, and so he had a packed schedule.

A schedule that he was forced to put on hold to deal with his boyfriend.

“You irresponsible skirt chaser,” General snarled at Dames.

“We were fine,” Dames rolled his eyes and scoffed, the madman was sitting on the couch in the office.

General used Dames’s cane to pin him onto the couch, “You did that to get my attention, I am busy.”

“You’re always busy,” Dames accused. “Not my fault if I find someone warm when I get bored and lonely. You’re insufferable. You’re lucky I love you.”

Then the glass of water on General’s desk began to shake.

General growled out as he used his aura to stabilize it. “Let’s not throw fits, darling.”

“It’s not me, if I wanted to knock over your things like an overgrown house cat, I’d kick the glass off your desk,” Dames scoffed, but it brought a smile to his face.

Then the ground began to shake a little more. Music starting to be overheard faintly.

“What the devil?” Gen demanded in anger and confusion. The two immediately went to the nearest window and saw what was the cause of the shaking. In the distance there was a procession of color and lights started to make its way through the town. People were rushing to see what the commotion was.

“Ma~ke way~ for Prince Ali~!” Roman and Janus’s voices sang out, a third voice already echoing out as Roman was making their voices sound like many. “Say~ “Hey!” It’s Prince Ali~.”

General opened his windows and saw the procession coming in the distance. Dames worming his way past him.

Roman parted his way past the white curtain, his outfit a shimmering red and gold. Janus stood next to him looking more like Jafar but more gold in his outfit.

“Hey! Clear the way in the old bazaar!” Roman sang loudly, his magic making his voice reach the General easily.

“Hey you, let us through it’s a bright new star,” Janus used his magic to part the crowds so their path was not impeded and people weren’t accidentally trampled by the procession.

“Oh, come be the first on your block to meet his eye~” Janus ended the word with a serpentine hiss.

“Make way, here he comes,” Roman began sending out his magic as animal constructs started appearing behind their main float. “Ring bells! Bang the drums! You’re gonna love this guy!”

While the song was going on General was watching, Dames was — of course — enraptured by it. The vast display of magic had him guarded.

“The fuck is all that noise?” Bim shouted as he walked in, corralled on either side by Illinois and Bing who had been sent to find him.

“Where have you been?” General shouted in a fury, before turning to Bing. “Report.”

“It seems to be a purely magical construct,” Bing told General as he walked up. Illinois quickly making his. “They don’t have any weapons on them.”

“I like the pretty lights,” Dames smiled, elbows propped up on the windowsill, Illinois walked over to him, checking him over for any bruises or wounds. “Doesn’t it look pretty, Illy?”

“Yeah dad, it’s real pretty,” Illinois smiled gently at him.

“Stay braced for an attack,” General ordered, opening the door so he could step out on the balcony and face whatever attack came.

“Then come and meet his spectacular coterie~!” Roman sang, every second getting the procession closer and closer. Flowers fell from the sky.

“Prince Ali, mighty is he, Ali Ababwa,” Roman flexed his arms. “Strong as ten regular men, definitely!”

“He’s faced the galloping hordes,” Roman and Janus both summoned swords and began to clash. “A hundred bad guys with swords.”

Roman flicked his sword up and Janus let him propel his sword up into the air, the sword disappearing into dust.

“Who sent those goons to their lords?” Janus knelt, the two thespians getting into the performance and the engaged crowd. “Why Prince Ali!~”

Roman’s magic made more animals and more people appear. “He’s got seventy-five golden camels.”

Janus used his magic to conjure up a massive snake to slide him down to the front of the procession, his outfit shimmering into one covered in peacock feathers. “Purple peacocks he’s got fifty~three~!”

“When it comes to exotic type mammals,” Roman gestured to the collection of animals around them. “He’s got a zoo. I’m telling you, it’s a world class menagerie!

Janus snapped his fingers and disappeared into the crowd for a second, his form changing and her becoming a different dress. “Prince Ali, handsome as he, Ali Ababwa~!”

“That physique. How can I speak?” Janus made a little fake half-swoon, bracing her hands on her knees, “Weak at the knee.”

“Well get on out in that square,” Janus practically slid out into the street again. “Adjust your veil and prepare.”

“To gawk and grovel and stare at Prince Ali~” Janus sang out, he voice darkening as her body shifted back and his suit changed to accommodate. In the most guiltless expression he could muster, Janus smiled, “Oops.”

“He’a got ninety-five white Persian monkeys,” Roman sang out. “He’s got the monkeys!”

“Let’s see the monkeys!” Janus called up as a horde of monkeys came out of the procession and evaporated into magical dust before they could even touch anyone.

“And to view them he charges no fee!” Roman continued as the procession finally stopped in front of General’s building.

“He’s generous,” Roman and Janus both sang, their eyes glowing their respective colors for a brief instance as a third voice started to echo theirs. A voice that had only ever accompanied Janus and Remus, now starting to make themself known. “So generous.”

“He’s got slaves, he’s got servants and flunkies~” the two Sides kept going, Enigma’s echo steadily getting stronger. “Proud to work for him!”

“They bow to his whim!” Both the Sides cheered and the respective gold and red. “Love serving him. They’re just lousy with loyalty to Ali~”

“Prince~ Ali~!” Roman used his magic and strength to pick Janus up and toss him into the air. Both them started to glow. “Glamorous he~”

“Ali~ Ababwa~!” They sang as Roman caught Janus and two Sides became one: Enigma. His outfit more gold than red but flowing like Janus’s had been.

“Heard your prince here was a sight lovely to see~” Enigma pointed at Bim who was staring at him enraptured.

“And that’s good people is why,” Enigma winked, pointing to himself with his index finger, “I got all cute and dropped by.”

“With sixty elephants!” Enigma cheered as Roman and Janus’s voices acted as echoes. “Llamas galore! With bears and lions.”

“A bass band and more,” confetti burst into the air as Enigma sang. “With forty fakirs, his cooks and bakers, and birds that warble on key!”

“Make way~” Enigma smiled at General. “For Prince~ Ali~!”

The music swelled before dying down and the confetti began to settle as the crowd began to cheer. Dames was cheering and jumping up in excitement as General had to use his aura to click Bim’s jaw shut.

The procession vanished and just Enigma was standing there. Enigma just stood there and soaked up the honest praise and excitement. Then Janus directed them to look up at Gen. “Alright, we want an audience, and I’m not taking no for an answer this time.”

Gen glared at him, his bushy mustache twitching a bit in anger. “Fine, get your friends.”

Then he angrily looked at the crowd, “The rest of you can get out of my bloody sight!”

Slowly the crowd began to disperse and Enigma led his group inside the building, Dark bringing the group in with a portal, aided by General’s own portals.

#Superhero AU #Masks and Maladies #SAU fusions #Roman Sanders #Janus Sanders #the General #Dames Doomstrum #Aladdin references #Enigma Sanders #songfic #divas gotta dance

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a-simple-imagine · 4 years

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The Absence Of Field

Synopsis: You haven’t known her very long but she’s about change your life forever

Pairing: Dolores Abernathy x fem!reader

Words: 2k+

A/N - I’m obsessed with Season 3 dolores so I decided to write about her. I don’t really expect anyone to read this but yeah!! It’s based off season 3 episode 3 of Westworld and shall be continued as such.

Warnings - Swearing, kidnapping, guns and minor violence

"How long do you think this will go on?"

"Which?"

"The rain?" Heavy rainfall descends from the cloudy dark sky, hitting the window in a symphony of sound. The digital clock that sits on your bedside reads 3:00 A.M. Her toned arms were wrapped around your waist, pulling you snug against her torso. Soft lips ghost the back of your neck bringing a flurry of beautiful butterflies to your stomach. It wasn't the first time and surely not the last. She had that effect on you; it had been that way since you first met. A sigh leaves your lips as you focus on one drop of rain as it travels down the glass. It had been raining a lot the last couple of days; you didn't mind though. You quite enjoy the rain.

"Expect showers all week," It's impossible not to notice her absence all of a sudden; it's almost like your sense of comfort had been dragged away. The blonde was perched on the edge of the bed; her back to you and head down when you roll over to see her. Your brows furrow for a moment as you notice how hard her hands press into the mattress. The energy in the room shifts with the harsh silence.

"What's wrong?" She turns to you for a moment and you can't help but smile. She's always so put together so it's always a pleasure to see her just out of bed. The messy hair is a particular favourite. Despite your short time together there were little things you had come to notice and enjoy about her presence.

"Do you like the world that was made for you?"

Such a question had a vastly complex answer. Did you like the world that was made for you? What made her ask such a thing? "The world wasn't made for me," you answer quietly, rolling onto your back to stare up at the ceiling. When you were little you used to wish there were stars up there, painted or otherwise. When you got older you considered it; it was hard to see the night sky with all the lights and pollution but decided against it. You were too old or perhaps just too embarrassed. You had never felt any real attachment to the world and why would you? You'd been alone most of your life. Fighting for every little thing you had. Sure this place had its positives but for the most part, it was dripping with greed and corruption. You weren't unhappy but you couldn't exactly say you were happy either. You've read books on how things used to be before technology became the centre of the world. It was apparently just as ugly and corrupt but at least they had real animals like elephants and tigers; more than just your typical house pets. "I don't think it matters if I like it or not, I didn't exactly get a choice in being born?"

"You have a choice now."

"I suppose," you shrug. "I've never really thought about it that way. Why do you wanna know? Are you gonna ask me about the meaning of life next?"

The last part had been a joke but perhaps it had been a step too far as the blonde doesn't reply. She simply gets up and proceeds to collect the few items she left so neatly on the dresser. Fuck, had you screwed this up already? It must be bad for her to leave abruptly at three in the morning. You push yourself up into a seated position, "Did I do something wrong?" The blonde doesn't answer again so you decide to follow her.

"Dolores," Her name galling from your lips brings her to a stop at the door; hand lingering on the ugly doorknob your landlord wouldn't let you change. you're just a few paces away, tired and confused. You just wanted to go back to bed but with her. "... please don't go."

So weak and pathetic, the words didn't sound like your own. You had never begged someone to stay before but there was just something about Dolores. Something that made her special and it wasn't her beauty although she had a very pretty face.

"You're a distraction that I don't need right now." Her voice was firm; surprisingly cold. The doorknob squeaks as she turns it and the door slowly opens. "I suggest you lay low for a while."

It's no mystery as to why you can't stop thinking about Dolores. She left you in the middle of the night with no explanation. You may not know each other very well but you liked her and you liked spending time with her although admittedly that time had been short. What exactly had you done wrong? Was she scared off by your slightly pessimistic outlook on society? Perhaps it was something else entirely? Maybe she just didn't like you. It didn't seem that way when you were together but looks can be deceiving.

It was really cold this high up; it didn't help that this building didn't have four walls, so it was nothing but the cold wind blowing against you. The entire building was empty for construction, so other than the two men who had you cornered between the barrel of their guns and the concrete below, you were completely alone. You were putting on a brave face but you were absolutely terrified. Their questions drowned out by the loud thumping of your heart in your chest. You felt like you couldn't breathe. You were sweating under the intense pressure despite the goosebumps from the chilly air. It wasn't even possible to answer their questions and yet they insisted on repeating themselves; getting more worked up as they go along. The two of them had conveniently bumped into you on the way home from work. They showed you a picture and offered you money. You could have really used the money, your crappy apartment wasn't cheap but you had to deny the offer. It seemed shady. The ironic part is that the picture was of Dolores. They wanted to know where she was? You wish you knew but you didn't. She hadn't told you pretty much anything other than her name. She looked different in the picture but you couldn't quite place why? Perhaps it was the blue dress she wore or the fact she had her hair down and it was longer. Either way when you didn't comply they dragged you to their car and that's how you ended up here.

You had lost track of time but it felt like you had been here for hours.

"I really hope she's worth all this trouble." The talker of the men grumbles. He wore a black suit; they both did. With a sky blue tie. The other had a red tie. This was business for them; their job if you will. You wonder why they're after Dolores anyway. She's just one girl, what made her so important.

"Why are you protecting her?" The other man asks. "Just tell us where she is and this'll all be over."

Had you known the answer would you give her up? It was the way to save yourself but was in terms of morals was it the right choice. "I- I don't know what you're talking about,"

You could hear the fear in your voice despite the stiff upper lip. Denying you know the girl at all seemed like the best option here, it seemed they were gonna kill you either way.

"Have it your way," One of them utters, a gritty laugh following. "Don't say we didn't give you a chance though,"

"Where the fuck is she?" His voice was higher than his associates. He was also a lot angrier.

"I'm right here,"

BANG! BANG!

You flinch at the sound of the gun expecting the impact that never comes. Losing your footing on the edge, a hand slaps around your wrist before you can plummet to your death. You feel like you could throw up when you spin around and see Dolores. It was more because you almost fell off the edge of a building but seeing Dolores again made you feel warm inside too. A grin spreads over your insanely dry lips as you wrap your arms around the woman pulling her flush against you. "Dolores..."

After a moment she hugs back, her hand running soothingly over your back. "I need you to come with me,"

Dolores' hand slips down your back and into your hand as you unravel from her. Using your free hand to brush away the stray tears. "Where are we going?" You ask as you stumble trying to keep up with her; looking back to the two men who now lay lifeless on the floor. They were dead. Dolores killed them.

"I'm taking you home."

Staying true to her word, she places you on the bed when you finally arrive home. The car ride was silent. You couldn't figure out what was going on and Dolores didn't seem in any rush to explain anything. You're head throbs as you replay the events in your head. You almost died today: if it weren't for the blonde you'd be a stain on the concrete right about now. Dolores kneels down before you, drawing your attention. One hand gentle brushes over your thigh.

"Look at me," she commands but you keep staring off; struggling to focus on anything. "Y/N, look at me."

You oblige this time, meeting her soft blue eyes. She offers you a gentle smile. "I'm gonna pack you a bag and then we can go get you something to eat, okay?"

"I... I don't... understand." You mumble out slowly. The sun was beginning to show its face through the gap in your curtains, casting Dolores in an angelic warm glow.

"Tell me what's wrong,"

"My... my head hurts," you admit quietly, that was all you could get out.

"Any other pain?" You shake your head causing the throbbing to intensify; eyes scrunching up in response. Dolores places a calming hand against your cheek, her thumb brushing gently across your skin. "My sweet girl," Instinctively, you lean into her comforting touch. She was always so gentle towards you; a strong contrast to the woman who just stormed an empty building and shot two people. "You shouldn't have gotten involved."

Your mind wanders to the first time you ever met Dolores as she leaves you alone in the bedroom. It was at a party. One you were much too poor to be at but you were working that night. Dolores has been a guest but instead of ignoring you like everyone else had, she seemed to notice you were, in fact, a real person. She had warned you not to get involved with her and maybe you should have listened. You should have just gone back to your painfully average life but now it was too late. You were involuntarily apart of something so much bigger than yourself. The blonde returned to hand you some water and two pills. "For the headache."

Watching Dolores wander around your room, shoving stuff into a bag was... weird. None of this has felt real. It was like you were stuck in some kind of dream? Or a nightmare may be a better choice of words. She didn't pack a lot of things and it was only now dawning on you that she was packing for you. What was the plan here? Why did you need this stuff? "Come,"

Your eyes drift to her outstretched hand, nothing short of confusion written across your face. "Are you gonna tell me what's going on?" She doesn't answer. You take her hand, squeezing a little as she helps you to your feet. "Dolores, please? I'm not just gonna run away with you."

"They'll be looking for you now too," she explains, hiking the bag further up her shoulder. "If you stay they'll kill you."

"Who?"

"It doesn't matter who," with a heavy sigh, she hesitates before connecting your lips but only for a second in a surprisingly passionate embrace. You too surprised to even say anything and you think she knew that would be the case. "I need you to trust me."

#dolores abernathy #Westworld #evan rachel wood #Dolores abernathy x reader #dolores x reader #westworld fanfiction

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lionbled-aa · 3 years

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ACT V: THE LION THAT ONCE WAS.

The ambush happened all too fast. The valiant elf fought hard but they just kept coming and in the end, they overpowered him. They brought the Lion to his knees before her, making him kneel at her feet. At first he didn’t recognize her, thinking she was just another vampire but when he realized she was his maker, despair washed over him. How could this be possible? He killed her, he knows he did. He made sure to. These fleeting thoughts were quickly interrupted as she grabbed his chin, forcing his eyes to meet hers. ❝ Hello Faelmon. ❞ the red head’s voice was laced with malicious glee ❝ It’s been a very long time, has it not? ❞

❝ You should be dead! ❞ the elf barks back, ❝ I killed you! You should be dead! ❞ and that earns a laugh. ❝ Oh I was dead. Quite dead. For a very long time. ❞ she continues, ❝ However, necromancy is a very useful tool it seems. ❞ she says in a sing-song tone. ❝ Though those necromancers weren't as smart as they thought they were. They thought they could control an ancient vampire’s spirit but they were wrong. ❞ A grin forms on her features, ❝ It also helped that their little sacrifice was the spitting image of myself. ❞ That made sense. It was rare but it happens, having a person that looked exactly like you somewhere in the world. He pitied the poor woman who had hers. ❝ Get to the point, Fralda. ❞ the elf huffed. ❝ Why attack me? ❞ a giggle follows in response, ❝ Mainly revenge, but you would also interrupt my plans. ❞ She looks to her fledglings and gives a nod, and they bring the elf back to his feet, but bind him as they begin to lead him somewhere.

He doesn’t know where he’s going and whatever these restraints were he couldn’t break them, even with his vampiric strength. The journey however was not long, within a few hours they lead him to an ancient Nordic ruin, one he hasn’t seen before and push him inside. His maker humming as they venture deeper and deeper into the ruins. They encountered draugr but strangely enough they weren’t hostile to them. It must have been some sort of necromancy spell she casted upon them. Then he sees a sarcophagus with intricate runes and mechanisms he hasn’t quite seen before. ❝ Do you like it? Kalaril made it! ❞ she says motioning to the altmer vampire on his right side. ❝ He’s very smart, you know, studied baneful magic and dwarven mechanics for a couple hundred years now. ❞ He doesn’t like where this is going. ❝ He built it especially for you! Well, I made him make it but it’s still all for you. ❞ Another nod comes from her as she’s done speaking, which prompts them to drag him into the sarcophagus. He struggles to fight back but by the time he can free himself he’s locked in. He bangs and claws at the inside of the lid, screaming for them to let him out, but it’s too late. He’s trapped, and not a soul would know where he was.

The hours passed, and thoughts began swimming in his head, thoughts about his family. Oh Gods, his children. They were alone, he couldn’t be there with them. He left them alone. The Lion breaks down in sobs. He promised them he would always be there for them and now, he couldn’t be. Eventually the elf exhausts himself and passes out.

When he awakes again he notices the dryness in his mouth, the chapness of his lips. The second stage of hunger had begun but with no way out he knew he was going to be left to become blood starved. It scares him but there’s nothing he can do. He exhales and goes back to sleep, hoping maybe he wouldn’t be discovered now. It was probably for the best.

Decades pass when he reawakens again, the vampire hearing the sound of the sarcophagus’ lid bursting open. A hiss escapes him as life flows back into him once more. Then a clawed hand reaches out and grips the side of the it, pulling himself out of it to take a look around. Then he sees who broke the seal, a band of adventurers looking for treasure, but all they found was death. His movements are quick, even a corpse. He grabs the closest one to him, slashing open their neck with his claws, almost decapitating them before drinking the sweet lifeblood that spurted from the wound. He could hear them scream in horror as they watched their friend choke on whatever blood was left in them. He moves again grabbing one that flees and smashes their head into a bloody pulp against the sarcophagus that previously held him prisoner, licking the blood off his hands like some feral animal before moving onto the drain whatever was left in their body. The third adventurer did put up a fight, and a brave one as well but a starving vampire is a very tough adversary and it wasn’t long before the vampire killed them too. Biting open their throat and finishing them off until there was nothing left.

With all that blood in his system he could feel his mind clearing again. He stumbles back, falling on his ass and leans against the tomb. Those black scaleras finally returned to white. He looks around now conscious, and lets out a gasp in horror. He looks at his shaking hands, covered in sticky crimson. He… he did this. He knew this would happen but it still made him feel sick to his stomach. He is quick to remove his armor, throwing himself into a pool of water nearby to wash the blood off him and his clothing.

When the elf finally leaves the tomb he notices how warm it is outside. The bright light of the sun stinging his eyes. The last time he saw the sky it was snowing. Perhaps it’s only been a few months since this all happened he wishfully thinks but that was far from the case. He wandered the wilds of Haafingar, some of the territory he knew, some of it had changed. He eventually wanders enough to find the Thlamor Embassy, or what was left of it. It looked like it had been sieged, skeletons in Elven armor scattered across the grounds. Something happened here, and it happened long ago. Faelmon begins to wonder, how many years had passed when he was in that tomb, then those thoughts of his family come flooding back. His children. He needs to get home.

It’s sunset when he arrives and a sigh of relief leaves him, Solitude still stands. And it stands strong. Faelmon walks through the front gates, the guards stop him but he explains who he is, and they let him pass, though these were not the guards he knew. These were bright-eyed young men and women, a lot more cheerful than their previous incarnations. Okay so maybe it’s only been a couple years. If it had only been a couple years there was still a chance his children still resided in his home, which brought him slight joy.

He walks up to the porch of Proudspire, noticing the changes. The bench that he and his children had painted was gone, along with the plants and pottery that were scattered around it. He takes an old key he had on his person and to his surprise the key still works. He turns it and the door pops open, allowing him inside.

A loud growl as he steps through the door is the first thing he hears, it’s a dog, but not the dog he had given his children. Then the rushing footsteps of someone can be heard above him and moving down the stairs before he’s confronted by a Redguard man, brandishing a sword. His family’s sword. ❝ Halt! ❞ the man shouts, ❝ Who-- ❞ he stops, the sword falls. It takes the moment for the man to realize who the elf was. ❝ Papa…? ❞ Papa? It takes Faelmon a minute before he recognizes him ❝ Alesan. ❞ his son. His boy. Except he wasn’t a boy now. He was a man, a full grown man. ❝ Son… ❞ his son places the sword on a table nearby before stepping closer to him, looking at him to see the tears beginning to form in his eyes, ❝ Is it really you? ❞ he asks him. ❝ Yes, yes of course it’s me. ❞ The elf takes a step closer, a hand reaches out but draws back. He clears his throat ❝ I owe you an explanation. ❞ and more, he had been gone so long. He missed so much. Before he could continue he felt his son’s arms around him, hugging him tightly. It catches him off guard but within moments he finds himself hugging him back, a deep sigh of relief leaving him and soft sobs emitting from Alesan. It’s a good minute before Alesan pulls back from his father, wiping the tears from his face.

It’s a quiet evening, the only sound being the roaring fire in the fireplace. Alesan sits across from his father, petting his dog. ❝ We wondered for so long. ❞ he speaks, disrupting the silence. ❝ We knew you wouldn’t abandon us like that. ❞ hearing that brings relief to the altmer for that was another worry of his, his children resenting him for abandoning him. ❝ Sofie never stopped after we did. ❞ A pause as the Redguard stands from his chair, ❝ In fact… ❞ he walks over to the dining table, grabbing an opened letter and handing it to his father. ❝ She sent me this about a month ago from Hammerfell. ❞ He was amazed, hearing his eldest daughter had traveled that far, but to be fair she was always the adventurous one out of the trio of children. Alesan continues as he sits back down ❝ Lucia studied at the College of Winterhold to become a healer, and ended up in Riften at the Temple of Mara. ❞ He was overjoyed to hear that, his daughter, a healer, it was something so noble and honorable. ❝ And to not brag but I’ve become captain of the city guard. ❞ Faelmon’s features form into a slight smile, his children doing such wonderful things made him so proud. However, the smile quickly fades, realizing how much he’s missed. He missed watching his children grow. ❝ Father? ❞ Alesan asks, ❝ I’ve… missed so much of your lives. ❞ he replies somberly, ❝ I… I’m sorry. ❞ Unintentionally he grips the letter in his hand, crumbling the sides of it. Alesan stands moving to his father once more, a hand places itself upon his shoulder. ❝ It’s alright father. ❞

They chat for a little while longer before they both see the morning light peeking through the curtains, they have been talking since dawn. The elf yawns, exhaustion taking hold of him. ❝ I should probably be going. I need to find a bed to rest on. ❞ He stands and begins to move towards the door when he feels his son’s hand on his shoulder once more. ❝ Wait you only just got here, please, stay until I send word to Sofie and Lucia. I’m sure they’d want to see you again. Besides this is your home, you have a bed here. ❞ He insists, ❝ You can stay in Jordis’ old room. ❞ The elf nods in response, accepting his offer and begins to walk downstairs. Along the way he noticed some chances that had been made to the house, for instance the basement no longer holding a smithing area but instead became a grand library. He turns the corner to find Jordis’ room has been redecorated as well, looking more like a room at an inn. He shuts the door behind and flops down onto the bed, falling asleep.

The next day he makes his way back to the Blue Palace, relieved that it was still the same as it was when he was still thane. He explains to the guards who he was and they let him inside. He walked slowly up the grand staircase, and to his surprise not much had changed except for the people of the Court. He recognized Falk Firebeard now as an old man, Elisif now a woman of middle age, but Sybille however, still remained the same. They were in the middle of an argument when they stopped, turning towards him. ❝ Who interrupts this-- ❞ Falk begins to speak but Elsif stops him. ❝ Faelmon? ❞ she asks, ❝ Yes my Jarl, it is I. ❞ he bows his head in respect. He could hear the court whispering amongst themselves. Elisif stands from her throne, approaching him with a hand outstretched before it reaches his chest. ❝ You were gone for so long. ❞ He nods before placing his hand on hers. ❝ I apologize for that, my Jarl. ❞ A small smile forms on his face, ❝ Things happened that were out of my control, things that if you have the time I’d discuss with you and Falk privately. ❞ which earns him a nod from her in response. Falk walks over to him, placing a hand on his back ❝ We’re glad to have you back. ❞

The months pass, and as they do he ventures back into the wilds of Haafingar like he once did, making sure he is well fed, even taking bottles now in case he can’t get it later. He never wanted to become as feral as he did in that tomb, when he was locked away by his maker. Speaking of his maker, he had gotten word that she had become trapped in the Soul Cairn through word of Sybille Stentor. She didn’t get very far in her plans, whatever they were and that gave the elf solace. Though he wonders what became of the poor vessel that held her soul.

It took almost a year for him to finally be reunited with his family, Lucia and Sofie were overcome with joy when they finally saw him again. They almost knocked him over trying to hug him. They caught up about their adventures, their studies, their careers. Everything they could recall.

The thane takes a less active role in the court too. Eventually he stops coming to the court meetings altogether, only traveling to Skyrim to visit Elisif and Falk. A few more years pass when he and his eldest daughter decide to tackle the adventure of traveling all of Tamriel. Exploring the lands and uncovering their mysteries, and of course sending letters back home to his son, entailing of their findings and recalling their grand adventures.

#𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐋𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐎𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐖𝐀𝐒 ( act v. )#hi :)#gore //#claustrophobia //#17 paragraphs :)

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babbushka · 4 years

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Last Straw (4/12)

Newly married to your high school sweetheart Kylo Ren, the two of you move into Skywalker Ranch, a farm recently passed down after the death of Kylo’s grandfather. The place is charming, and the people seem friendly…but are they?

Content Warnings: Animal death, animal cruelty, gore (relating to the animal death)

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You get yourself together enough to look at the cat once more, and you’re filled with rage.

The head is cut clean off, this was a cruel, gruesome torturous act. There are no bites, nothing to suggest that an animal did it, nothing to suggest that this was a predator who was hunting its prey, no, this was very clearly intentional, and it made you sick.

You and Kylo had been out all day, had been in town, making the most of the drive away from the farm, making the most of some time together without the looming presence of Brendol and his sons. The very same which were the only three people who could have done such a thing, you think, as you set your angry eyes on the barn.

“It was them! It had to be, Kylo it had to be them.” You hiss, “No wild animal just fucking bites off the head of a cat, Kylo you have to tell them to leave.”

Kylo keeps you tucked against him, but you can tell he’s shaken. It takes a lot, to shake your husband, considering. Considering the things he’s done. He ushers you inside, quickly and carefully, helps you so that you can watch your step on the lip of the door, sits you down as he begins to rummage through the closet in the hallway.

“Okay, you’re right, fuck you’re right.” He says, and you could cry all over again when he pulls out a shovel and some cleaning supplies. “Christ what do they want with a fucking – I don’t – I’ll tell them, I’ll tell them.”

“Kylo, I knew something was wrong with them, I knew it.” You’re standing again, following him around the house as he goes through the door, turns to look at the poor cat.

“Stay here, stop – no. Stay here, I’m going to clean this up and find them, okay?” He catches your arms, prevents you from leaving, kisses you when your chin wobbles. “Okay?”

“Okay.” You nod, retreating into the house further and further, going up the stairs to sit in the bay window, to peek through the freshly washed and iron curtains, angry gaze set on the barn.

You watch as he digs a grave for the poor cat, as he carries the shovel with him to the barn. In any other circumstances, you would have been appreciating the way his ass looks in those jeans, the way his broad back and shoulders stretches the fabric of his shirt. But you’re worried for him, worried because if these people had no problem cutting the head off a cat, what would they do to him?

Brendol stands outside the barn with a friendly smile, and though you can’t hear, you can see just from the body language, just from the posture, that Kylo is livid.

They exchange words, you don’t know what it is exactly that Kylo says, but the gesturing is enough, the pointing to the freshly dug earth, to the bay window where you sit. Brendol snaps his face towards you and you let go of the curtains immediately, hide out of view, not wanting to be seen.

You do hear the yelling, when it happens.

Because of course it happens, and you peek through the window once more, watch as Kylo tears up the contract, watch as Brendol barks for his sons to follow him, watch as they all pile into the truck. William sits in the bed of it, and as they drive away, your heart breaks for him, because you think, you don’t know but you think, you see him cry.

The front door bangs open and your heart leaps, but you realize it’s only Kylo, recognizing his gait as he comes up the stairs.

He sighs, and you meet him in the bedroom, but he is thunderous, stormclouds in his eyes as he slams the bedroom door shut.

“It’s okay,” You say, your turn now to soothe him, his temper not really something you want to aggravate more than already has been, “I’ll help you with whatever still needs to be done, it’ll be okay.”

“Can you just,” He huffs, runs a hand through his hair, “Can I kiss you?”

You lick and bite at your lips, nod as you let him manhandle you onto the bed, nod as you let him peel away all your layers, all your clothes that kept you warm. You don’t need them now, you’ve got Kylo, your own personal space heater, his hands hot as brands when he pushes your sweater up and over your head, when he nearly tears your thermals off.

“I’ve missed this.” You whisper, when he grabs at you, at your body, when he undoes the buckle of his belt, the buttons of his jeans.

It felt like neither of you had a fucking moment to yourself, while these people had been there. Either they were in the house which obviously meant you couldn’t get up to anything too wild with your husband, or they were in the barn, and you worried the sounds might travel in the still quiet of night. Something about that freaked you out, you didn’t want them hearing you, listening to you.

But now, now they were gone, and you finally had a moment longer than stealing a quickie in the shower. You didn’t realize how tense you were, until his hands began massaging at you shoulders, as he began sucking on your neck, kissing your collarbones.

“You’re so fucking gorgeous.” He smudges the words into your skin, and you feel them travel right through you.

It’s dark now, the sun fully gone, and you can’t help but feel devious, can’t help but kiss him a little harder, shift your body underneath his a little more fully, spread your legs for him. He is so good to you, and while the cat is an awful awful thing to have happened, you can’t bring yourself to be upset for too long.

They’re gone, the men are gone, and you’re giddy from it as you help Kylo shuck his clothes, help him –

“Kylo,” You say, you freeze, “There’s a light on.”

His head snaps up from where he’s buried it in your cleavage, unfocused gaze trying desperately to look through the dark.

“What?” He asks, and there is the low promise of danger in the back of his throat, the rumble of violence that is sure to spill from his finger tips, if what you say is true.

And of course it’s true, why would you lie? Why would you joke about something like this.

Something like a flickering which comes from the barn, the only light in this moonless night, a candle sitting near the window. You hold your breath, and Kylo holds you, and there is nothing, no sound but the hissing of insects, the hooting of owls. You do not laugh this time.

Instead, you hold your breath, the two of you locked in an embrace, only for a moment, only for you to feel how tight of a grip Kylo has on your thigh, fingers leaving angry indents in your flesh as he pulls away.

He does so quickly, carefully, quietly. He was so quiet, your man.

Deadly.

He yanks his clothes back on and rummages through the bedroom. This room was one of the first to be finished, so things are put away, things are easy to find, and yet he still searches and searches, frantic, ripping through drawers of the dresser and the shelves in the closet.

He pulls out a shotgun, and expertly, carefully loads it with steady hands, methodical.

“What are you doing?” You ask, even though you know, even though you’re already getting out of bed too, already putting your clothes on, your stomach sinking sinking sinking.

What was that noise?

There is a crackling coming from the barn, a cackling. A chattering. What insects made this noise? You don’t know, you don’t like it. You don’t like any of this.

“I’m going to tell them to get the fuck off my property, is where I’m going.” Kylo says, and he does not mean to be harsh with you, but he bares his teeth, his nose pinched up in an angry scowl, he does not like it either.

“Let me go with you.” You whisper, practically plead, but he rounds on you with wide eyes, hard eyes.

“No!” He says, smooths down your hair and kisses you, kisses the top of your head, shakes his own. “No, you’re right, there’s something wrong with them, you have to stay here.”

“Please, please be safe.” You grab his hand when he finally pulls away.

You find he is not afraid, no instead he is angry, brimming with rage, that they would dare endanger you, that they would dare disobey him like this. But you, you are scared. You are scared for you both.

Kylo leaves, disappears down the stairs and you watch him through the window as he sneaks, creeps across the farm, down to the barn.

You chew your nails, a nervous habit, wish for a cigarette. You wish for something, to do something, to help – you have to help somehow!

You could call the cops, yes! That’s it, you could call the cops and the cops would come and they would help you, they would save you, they would – but no, they wouldn’t make it in time, would they? The town is a forty-minute drive away, and the Huxes would be able to see the sirens, hear them. It could put Kylo in more danger, it could blow his cover.

What else was there to do though? You could go after him, could not listen, grab a weapon of your own and join your husband out in the farm, face the Huxes together. He was but one man, only one man going up against three. Two were barely teenagers, but you didn’t trust it, didn’t like it. Something about the one, Armitage, was cold and callous, William shy yes but troubled. They were all deeply troubled.

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You and I, Me and You [3]

@badthingshappenbingo [Original characters and content for Nightmares]

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Ghost of the past.

She had involuntarily wiggled towards the backrest, partially because it relieved the tension in her back, partially because his massage objectively felt good. He manipulated such an accessible part of her anatomy with a knowing expertise that it was unfair to deny herself the simple pleasure. And given everything that her future held, were the simpler pleasures of the taunting flutter of his hands not worth cherishing? Just because he was drawing this out did not mean she had to hate it. But it did not even take a second after her casually biting retaliation for something to change. “I’m not the only one we learned things about that night.” She killed his snicker and something else. While she said it, it felt like a valid retaliation, he had made the first verbal jab after all. He really didn’t like her tone. Thumbs pressed into the nape of her neck; his fingers dug into the sides. The skin caught in between pinked, then whitened. Her face turned redder. She could hear the gush of blood in her ears, accentuated with every hard pulse. “Jar-” The supple skin was pulled so taut, it pressed against her larynx and cut her off. It saddened her… if this was it. He did not like her tone, but he was hardly aware of what he was doing. When his name broke in her call, it served as a warning. He let go. ~~~

She still had her wrists cinched and her ankles secure, it was probably just to slow her down if she tried anything stupid again. She did not. She squirmed and made arguments in mumbles that slowly softened to a silence. Once she stilled and her breathing slowly steadied, he parted and lifted the curtain of tresses that covered her face. Exhaustion had cajoled her better than he could, or so he believed, and she had slipped into slumber. It was heart-warming to see her quiet features flaunt a modicum of peace again. Shira slept little, but at least she slept well. His fingers remained in her hair, unravelling the knots in the locks that lay pooled on his pillow. They’d never switched on the light, but just the faint light outside his window was enough for him to assess the damage. His lips contorted into a grimace that no one could see. He wanted to wait a bit longer before slipping off the makeshift bonds that held her. But he failed to account for his own lassitude. - Faint white curtains billowed like sails and flapped inwards. The night breeze had just enough nip to make itself felt. But he did not remember opening the window. Jared sat bolt upright. There was someone here. The faint silhouette sat cross-legged against the armchair. A passing vehicle created just the right splash of life through the slits of his blinds, for him to get a glimpse. No. Not him. He got off the armchair and ambled towards the bed. Parts of him flitted in and out of recognition. The matted blonde, the casual stride, the distant eyes and that vague smirk. It was him; it was Nikolai. It can’t be. Jared felt paralyzed. His body refused to follow the instructions of his mind. His finger found Jared’s lips. “Shhh… I just want the two of you awake, not the whole building ok?” Something flashed in the man’s hand, a blade. In a seamless motion the tip was against Akira’s neck. A part of her that Jared had just exposed when he drew away her dark hair. His scrutinising eyes flitted over her and lingered on the tie and belt. “Already prepped and ready, you’re always so good with that.” The blonde beamed, the dark-haired man’s jaw locked, he continued to watch in silence. “Hey, Shira… sweetheart?” Only Jared called her that. That drawl made Jared’s skin crawl. But now he had a reason not to move. One stab and he’d have no one left to protect. She stirred, eliciting soft sounds as wakefulness crept back into her. “Jared…” He looked at the one she called for and snickered. “He’s right here, love. Don’t worry, he’ll properly give you what you want.” She tossed so quickly; Nikolai couldn’t move the knife away fast enough. “Tch.” She winced, the welts on her back must’ve scraped against the sheets. Her conjoined arms flailed briefly before stilling. She looked up at the man Jared despised. Her doe-like eyes widened like they’d been caught in headlights. The flat of the knife sat against her lips now. “We’re all going to go sort you out properly, ok? Nod if you understand.” She nodded slowly. He undid the belt. “Let’s go.” Delicate wrists in cruel manacles. Sinewy arms stretched upwards, no longer tense, because they lacked the strength and the will to hold up the weight attached to them; her knees buckled too often for them to keep up. Bruises. Blood. Sweat. Tears. Nikolai hadn’t bothered to make the suited man strip her, those redundant theatrics had always been reserved for men – They both knew why. Most of her clothes were battered so badly, from the various implements that wore them down, they hung like wispy shreds on her frail body anyways. Silence, to whimper, to wails… to silence again. She seemed unconscious. The only sound in the room was the suited man’s laboured breathing. A chain clinked against the floor as he let his hand drop, part of it was wrapped around his palm, his grip on it was tight, like he was clinging, not to weapon, but to his sanity. “Douse her.” Obediently, he reached for a pail. Cold water splashed against her indiscriminately wounded body. She sputtered and shivered. The ripples of the shudder were visible across her body, they brought with them gooseflesh. Her head remained hanging, her chin tucked into her neck, till Nikolai propped it up with the tip of the knife, offering aid with his fingers clutching at the strands of her hair. The suited man could see the reflection of her hollowed features in Nikolai’s eyes, she could see him too... “Good boy. Pity, it won’t be as easy to tell if our Shira is having fun or not.” Nikolai chuckled derisively. Jared was watching from outside a glass cage. Inside were two men: a blonde, a dark-haired lad in a suit and a black tie, and the damsel in distress. He could see the blonde, but only the backs of the other two. He couldn’t hear anything, but his lip-reading skills seemed spectacularly spot on. “You want more, yes? You deserve more? Tell him.” She nodded and turned towards the other man slowly. He banged against the transparent wall once he saw her. To no avail. Her voice was raspy, a hollow whisper that he could not hear. “Please, more…” The dark-haired lad turned too – It was him. Her face flickered and then morphed into the faces he wanted to forget. His reflection remained unflinching and impassive. Somewhere, a guffaw echoed. He punched at the glass till he bloodied it with the split knuckles. The glass did not break. - She was woken by something that sounded like a cry of an animal. Like a roar but filled with the remorse of a howling wolf, one that had just lost a pack member. It did not take her long to realise her arms and feet were still tied, but something far more pressing rattled her. Fists thumped the bed, the sheets were damp and crinkled in his tight grip. She sat up and undid the tie with her teeth, she did not bother with the belt and crawled onto Jared, she sat straddled across his stomach and patted his cheek. “Jared… JARED.” It took a moment for him to rouse. Panic struck eyes found her grim looking face. But other than the worry that marred it, it was so unblemished, like a pearl. His clammy fingers reached for her skin. Her hands closed over his and his arms wrapped around her. “I’m sorry.” She looked at him quizzically. He nuzzled into her gentle curls, burying his face into her neck. “No, I am… You look like you’ve seen a ghost, was it- was it because of me.” Yes, something like that. A very bad ghost of my past. He shook his head. It was easier lying without words. But it wasn’t entirely her fault and he didn’t want to hold her responsible. “Are you ok…? Do you want to talk about it?” She tried to pull him away, just so she could look into his eyes. He did not let her. “No and no…” - The breath she drew sounded like a soft wheeze, since it was involuntarily desperate. He rarely took things personally, but she had sounded so callous. “You just had to take that tone, didn’t you?” When she heard the disappointment, instinctively, something made her want to apologize. But she did not need to, given the predicament. “You never exactly told me about it…” She sounded a little forlorn. Despite the predicament she was in, she wanted to know, and it wasn’t just because she wanted some ammunition against him… But because she still cared. And she was still curious. “You found out enough on your own.” He sounded bitter. She did not reply, because she knew a lot more than he thought she did. Just not the precise details of what his nightmare held that day. “Time for a change in scenery. The show will have to wait.” Jared informed.

[Category - 2/3]

[Shout out to Silas from the discord servers for being kind enough to let me... or rather Jared’s brain do a take on Nikolai]

#whump #restrained #interrogation #captivity #badthingshappenbingo #torture #you and I me and you

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