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destructive-path · 26 days

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Once More Into The Breach - ||.

🗡️ You aren’t fully convinced that the woman in front of you is the same person you met in the woods. The same Ellie that chased you, taunted you, and promised to take your life. No, this Ellie was someone else entirely.

! 18+MDNI !

contents include: reader is referred to as “woman” once, lowkey stockholm syndrome, choking…..swearing, nightmares, violence, blood, angst, tranquilizers, guns, cages, bossy!ellie, bratty!reader, gay people being gay. (tw!men🤢)

WC: ~6k

a/n - IM SORRY THIS TO ME FOREVER. this (and a lil of the next) chapter is inspired by/loosely based on an episode of the abc hit tv show lost. i hope you guys enjoy, and make sure to tune in for the final chapter coming idk when but hopefully not as long as it took me to get my shit together and write this one :,)

(thats where the SMUT comes in ;)) -ace xx

read pt. 1 here

divider creds! - @cafekitsune from the river to the sea

leafy green blades make up the perimeter of your field of view. in the center of your vision, a sort of blackhole pulses whilst being engulfed by the foliage of the forest. you’re running. floating? impossibly fast. directly towards the seemingly vast nothingness. however, you never reach it. you double your inhuman pace and yet, nothing. oblivion, just a few steps infront of you, then it streatches appearing miles away, then back again. merely meters from where you step. a fucked up kind of tunnel vision. the vast change causes a swelling that makes you sick. but you cant stop running because something is chasing you. right?

“ellie!”

a venemous taunting shout. yet, the name rings sweet. you know that name. how do you know that name? more importantly who does it belong to? questions for later. all that mattered in this moment was the will to continue sprinting whilst overcoming the increasing nausea you felt due to a flaw in your eyesight. your thoughts are disrupted again by the second shouting of that same name, dragging this time.

“ellllllllieeeeee.”

its much closer now. paces away. you dont hear foot steps behind you but you are sure of it. whoever or WHATever was calling out in the forest would catch up with you.

but you knew that. because it already happened.

“ellie.”

a whisper in your ear. scarily close. as if she was centimeters away. her voice tickles your skin sending a cold shock up your spine that has you shooting upright, clutching your chest in search of air that your terribly vivid nightmare had stolen from you and you cant help but scream the first thing you can. the only word you remember-

“ellie!”

over and over and over again.

your screams come to a halt when the door slams open. it happnens before you realize there is even a door there. before you realize you’re in a semi empty room, alive. before you realize its her. its ellie.

she has fury in her eyes, stomping towards your direction with an unparalleled intensity. leaving you with barely enough time to fully grasp her existence before her hands find their way around your throat. as they have many times before.

“shut. the. fuck. up.” her face is leveled with yours, inches away. eyes pierce into yours threatening an ulterior motive as your screams dwindle into a mere whimper of her name. reality isnt quite tangible yet. you stink of confusion and are unable to bring your self to complete silence, causing you to babble still. “ellie?ellie..llie…” you mumble quietly reaching out to grasp the womans body infront of you searching for something, anything to bring you back to reality.

her gaze softens. ellie had a thing for damsels in distress. “shhh-shhh im right here.” ellie coos and brings both her hands to your cheeks. she probably shouldn’t be doing this, reluctant to frighten you due to the fact that her initial intentions with you were to take your life. as well as the fact that she rendered you unconscious, knocking you out cold and into your current state. shaking and terrified.

but you find solace in her calloused fingers that graze your cheeks anyway. a simple gesture aiding in your need for relief. “ellie?” you question. you aren’t fully convinced that the woman in front of you is the same person you met in the woods. the same ellie that chased you, taunted you, and promised to take your life.

no, this ellie was someone else entirely. she holds your face as if its glass, staring at you as if you were a stray animal she was to rescue. “yes.” she replies softly, stroking your cheek with her thumb. “i- i dont-.” Its all coming back to you now. and you cant help but feel overwhelmed by the sudden shift in her behavior. an overwhelming difference in demeanor, causing you to feel a familiar kind of nausea that you felt due to the tunnel vision in your dream. “shhhhhhhh-” ellie smooths her thumb across your forehead coaxing you into silence. “-you need more sleep.”

“ellie…..” her name leaves your lips again and this time she grins. its a small plea. ellie knows you only chant her name like this out of pure delusion, body and mind not fully adjusted to your consciousness. it doesn’t matter to her though, you call her name like you needed her to keep you safe. that was something she hadn’t felt in a very long time. it was a feeling she missed, but didn’t know it until now. ellie missed playing protector.

ellies grin stretches a little further and an image of a much more evil smile flashes in your brain. it was hers. that shit eating grin from your last encounter in the woods when she looked at you with killer anticipation, ecstatic to hunt you for sport. fear fills your eyes.

“y-you...you were going to kill me…” both of your bodies remain in this confusing embrace. your body tenses, afraid that her plans hadn’t changed. in fact she seemed so determined to dispose of you the last time you laid eyes on her you were certain your fate would remain the same. so when you see her entire body fill with regret at your question, it takes your breath away for a moment.

ellies breath hitches and her head falls lower for a moment, shifting the soft red locks atop her head downwards, creating a curtain for her eyes to hide behind. but the green of them cant help but shine through as ellie peers up at you. she looks almost embarrassed now. a sort of sadness floods her eyes, and her brows furrow in search of the right words to say to you in this fragile state. you watch her struggle internally for a moment, slender fingers still cupping your cheeks. her gaze drops pathetically after failing to find a way to explain. “I was-“

you flinch slightly and begin to pull away but ellies grasp tightens. “but Im not going to anymore okay? i promise.” she shakes away her fringe and bores her eyes directly into yours, hoping praying you could see how much she meant what she promised. the intensity of her actions was too distracting for you to feel anything but a giant lump in your throat.

you can’t help but widen your eyes at the vulnerability you feel from her right now. why did she change her mind? was it something that happened while you were unconscious? it felt like something of a miracle that someone could have this big of a change of heart. “why?”

her eyes close followed by a deep sigh, hands retracting from your cheeks at your inquiry of her motives with you. silence fills the room as she formulates another impossible answer to your question. ellie anticipated that her future would soon be filled with complicated inquiries, all equally difficult to surrender a truth to.

you use this time to observe her complexion.

ellie was, to say the least. captivating. old scars, fresh cuts, tanned freckles, sunburn spots, cover her completely. a blanket of damage engulfing her yet somehow, in this moment, she was ethereal. under the blue- grey cloudy light emitting through the cabins curtains, it paints her skin a pale shade of purple. you wonder how it was possible for someone so tortured, so calculatedly evil could be so elegantly featured. so…soft. uh oh.

you can almost find comfort in the fact that ellie was definitely one to be desired, even though the current situation betwixt you two was undoubtedly toxic. just as you start to grasp her a little harder, ellie begins to separate her body from yours. unable to give you the answers you wanted she decides it probably best if she distances herself. “im sorry, Ill give you some space.” as she slips away from your grasp you realize space is the last thing you wanted. to your surprise you missed the feeling of the strangers hands on your cheeks.

“wait!” you exclaim weakly, just loud enough for her to hear. “stay?” the feeling of embarrassment overcomes you moderately. you couldn’t believe that you were giving in so easily to someone you didn’t know if you could fully trust. someone who was prepared to leave you for dead just hours before. to tell the truth, you had always been a sucker for a pretty face. at this point you were sure it would be the death of you. “please.” you sigh, giving in to your need for her to be close. ellies body relaxes at your request.

she steps close to you again, then raises her hand to its former spot on your cheek. ellies breath quivers as she lowers her head meeting your gaze in search of any reluctance to have her close. that evil cloak formally adorning her eyes had been shed. no longer did they sought out to bring you fear, but offer immense amounts of care. you were convinced those eyes could say a thousand different things in the blink of an eye.

after staring for a few seconds she notices with each passing moment how desperate you become. she could tell your request had purpose. everything in your eyes showed how scared you were to be left alone. so she grants your wish. how could she not? after everything ellie put you through…you were owed.

a tilt of her chin in an upwards motion directs you to move over in order to make room for the woman on the bed next to you. when ellies hand leave its place on your cheek you cant help but shiver at the cool breeze replacing the once comfortably radiant feeling her palm offered you. you awkwardly shift as much as you can before ellie lifts the covers and crawls under, sharing cover with you. its warm. “better?” her voice vibrates through the mattress and you sink into its comfort. despite it being old, it offers a perfect amount of firm and softness needed for you to drift to sleep. you hum as ellie brings the blanket up to your shoulders. she tucks you in and leaves nothing but your head poking out of the covers and watches carefully while you doze off. the warmth of the blanket and ellies rapidly growing body heat overcome you.

you chuckle at the thought of how comfortable you felt in this moment. snug as a bug next to the woman you were sure was going to take your life. “what?” you hear her ask above you, amused by your sleepy outburst of laughter. but you dont answer, instead you lull yourself to sleep, and you realize, that if you listen close enough…..if you held your own breath and focused realllyyyy hard. you could hear the rapid thumping of ellies heart next to you. beating almost twice as fast as yours.

….

day ?

am i crazy? is she crazy? god my head hurts.

ask ellie about WHY SHE WAS HUNTING YOU.

day 3

ellie says i cant leave. head still KILLS and sleeping is the only thing that helps. but when i sleep, i dream. she’s always there, ellie. the scary ellie. i wish she would let me go.

day 4

today was exhausting!!!! i got lost in the woods trying to hunt. stupid fucking clicker almost took me out but ellie saved my ass. i didn’t even know she was there. i think she was watching me????……sort of glad she was.

does this chick know how to have a conversation? she’s seems scared of me. kind of ironic……

day 6

ellie kept staring at me and scribbling in her journal? sketchbook? whatever. i think she was drawing me? i tried to ask but she gave me her usual

FUCK OFF

i may have teased her a little too hard

i saw an owl tonight. it was real close and stared at me for a while! ellie said she doesn’t like owls. who doesn’t like owls?

day 7

ELLIE IS A FUCKING

A S S H O L E

meany butt face

A S S H O L E

day 8

8 WHOLE DAYS. i need to get out of this fucking cabin. i found where i need to go. if ellie won’t let me, then ill have to find a way to go without her.

leaving here without ellie knowing is going to be harder than i thought.

day 9

i miss home

ellie knows how to make a mean canned ravioli. shes still an ass though.

day 10

ellie says we can go tomorrow! we are leaving this STUPID! FUCKIN! CABIN! im nervous to go back out in the forest but i feel safer with ellie around. she’s pretty good at this whole survival thing. i think that’s why she’s so hard to read sometimes. who knows the last time she let herself care for someone else instead of just looking out for her own ass. i can tell she is trying, but there hasn’t been a single day that’s passed where we haven’t fought about something big or small. ugh i wish she would just stand there, look pretty, and listen to me from time to time. but no. its always ellie knows best.

we will see how that flies outside of these shitty wooden walls.

day 13

i can’t feel my feet anymore. we have been walking for three days. the good news is that’s all i do. ellie insists on taking care of everything else. the hunting, cooking, scouting whatever. i think she likes it.

she can actually be funny when she’s not constantly acting like a hard ass.

on our first night out in the woods she snapped on me again. i was making too much noise and she thought choking me was the most effective way to shut me up. the woman has a thing for wrapping her hands around my neck. it worked. but it didn’t feel nice. she apologized, i could tell she really meant it. really actually regretted hurting the only decent company she’s had in years. shes been tolerable ever since then. almost sweet even, at night..we huddle for warmth. she swears its so we don’t get sick out here in the forest, but i think she sleeps better knowing im close.

day 14

today was perfect? me and ellie stumbled upon a waterfall and decided to leave the hiking alone for today. theres no rush to get anywhere anyways. we swam all day and when we got tired of that i watched ellie draw the falls in her journal/sketchbook

shes really good.

…

day 15

“ellie i know how to tie my shoes.”

“oh yeah? why do you trip every 10 minutes then?”

“i have flat feet.”

“oh fuck off.”

“cant. m’feet hurt ellie.”

ellie finishes her double knot on your right shoe mirroring the one she did on your left, then slaps the side of your foot and brings herself back to a standing position. you observe her handy work as she adjusts the pack on her back and shoots you a slightly embarrassed smile. ellie had made a habit out of babying you these last few days. “lets move you poor thing.”

and you two were back to walking. it was never ending. up hills, over rivers, down slippery slopes and rocky trails. night and day thats all there was. the only real obstacle in your way in this vast forest, endless and endless amounts of walking. you and ellie hadn’t encountered clickers, spores, even a wild animal or god forbid a-

“stop.”

ellies body freezes. each muscle straining in response to her cat like senses. you come to a halt at her command. “what-”

her body whips around in blink of an eye. her stance takes a quick sliding step in your direction, eyes blazen and afraid. a shivering pointer finger placed on her lips brings you to complete silence “shhhhh.”

her head nods indicating for you to mirror her actions. normally you would question her motives, how you hated being left in the dark. ellie had a habit of not clueing you in on what was going on around you. but in this moment you could see that whatever inquiry you had as to what prompted ellies stark change in behavior would do you no good.

so you obey her command. a quick raise of your own index finger to the plush of your parted lips and you hold your breath. ellie’s digit floats to the side of her head, tilting her fist so she’s pointing to her right ear. her mouth moves but there isnt an audible release. she over articulates a single word.

“listen.”

and everything is radio silence. suddenly the buzz of nature around you becomes muffled, almost as if you adjust your ears to seek out a different frequency. your eardrums are searching for something, a sound that would indicate a potentially troublesome scenario. why else would ellie make you tap into that specific sense?

then you hear it. louder than the wind, or the birds, the rustle of leaves. footsteps. human footsteps. the kind that are quick and sneaky, calculated. you hear them all around you.

you can’t help but remember, at one time in your life, the crunch of leaves under your feet during walks in autumn was a sound that brought you comfort. so satisfying. you always thought, the moment your foot came in contact with a perfectly crisp pile of leaves left in your wake. ripe for the stomping. now, that sound filled you with fear. crisp, calculated, creepy, crunching invading your ears. autumn would never be the same.

ellie can see you understand her motives when a look of terror seeps through your stare. “we are gonna have to ru-“

before a full sentence can leave your protectors lips. a whizzing sound zips through the air and falls flat, with a dart piercing ellies neck. her eyes roll into her head and her body goes limp, crashing onto the forest floor.

theres not enough time for you to scream before theres a sharp pain on your own jugular, and your own consciousness surrenders to black once more.

…

drip.

dr-

a cool splattering on your forehead prompts the slow opening of your eyes. fuckkkkk everything hurts. u groan in pain. a guttural ugly moan of despair. you felt as if you had been laying on bricks.

it takes a moment for your eyes to adjust, the first thing you notice is trees. vines, leaves blanketing your vision. theres something else though, something disrupting your ideal image of the sky. the heels of your palms rub into your eye sockets attempting to ease the blur. it works. but suddenly you feel much worse at what the betterment of your eyesight had to offer.

thick. black. steel bars. caging you in. every which way save the ground beneath you. you were literally, in a cage. sitting up takes more effort than it should. your hands smooth over the cool concrete bed underneath you in attempt to bend upright. then you realize this is no ordinary cage. might as well have been bricks you thought as you realized this was a cage designed not for humans, but for animals.

“never thought id be an attraction in a fucking zoo.”

thank god. THANK GOD. how you managed to avoid death twice was a miracle to you, even if you were in a cage. but to hear her voice? and be in one piece? “thank god, ellie? thought you were dead back there.” you squint in front of you, eyes not acclimated to the distance ahead of you. “sorry love, cant get rid of me that easy.”

cheeky, for someone in a very, unfortunate scenario. “been up long? seen anything?” you ask the woman hopeful for some answers, then her figure fades into view. her cage is the same as yours. overgrown and dirty, unfathomably uncomfortable. her shoulders drop and she shakes her head. “nah, been up for hours and nuthin’. im itching to see what these assholes look like.” her leg bounces up and down in an impatient- ticking sort of way.

i bet its been a minute since ellies had a real good fight.

“easy. they shot you with a tranquilizer dart from a pretty far distance ellie. we need to be smart about this.” ellie shoots you a distasteful look, one that reads; you dont think i can handle them? like she hadnt been the one taking care of you for two whole weeks. as if she didnt prove how good she was it this sort of thing from the moment you met her. ellie was ready to blow her fuse. “im only saying this cause i care-“ you state hoping to avoid conflict.

“-and i want us to live.” a scoff from the woman in the parallel cage. she breaks her death stare. “well ain’t you sweet.”

you can tell she’s still a little aggravated at your doubt, but you brush it off. ellie was as stubborn as they come. you had bigger things to sorry about than her fragile ego. the longer you two argued about nothing the worse your chances of leaving this cage got. you were eager for a taste of freedom. this prompted you stand on your makeshift concrete mattresses and attempt to scale the slippery rusted bars of your enclosure.

“stop it.” ellie says in a low, threatening tone. amused by her order, you cant help but scoff. this coming from the woman who was ready to throw hands with your mystery captors? as if. “make me, ellie.” it hits her ears like nails on a chalkboard. for once theres nothing she can do about your act of retaliation against her commands. your attitude triggers ellie to a stand and she quickly grips the bars of her own cage, squishing her face through the gaps, as if she was attempting to squeeze her way out. “i swear to god princess your gonna get us in fucking trouble. now get. down.” her body shakes as she strains her words.

nothing. you refuse to obey. your grateful for the barrier separating you two. at this moment your certain if ellie could have her way with you, her hands would be at your throat forcing you into submission. but right now? you were determined to save both your asses. even if it meant the auburn haired woman would be a complete and total cunt about the whole thing. watch you thought. watch me get us out of here and then you wont be ordering me around like a fucking baby.

“god damn-weren’t YOU the one talkin about being smart?” shes panicking now, running her fists through her hair in a fit of stress. ellie is pacing whilst watching how you maneuver your way up the slippery steel bars. if your captors didnt end up killing you for your attempt to escape, the impact of your skull on a stray rock or broken branch would. “prettyuh- good at climbing y’know…used tommph!.” a faulty grasp of your left hand slings half your body backwards. you catch yourself, and recover.

“jeeesus woman. just shut up and climb.” you smile a bit as you find your grip again. finally ellie was encouraging you, in her own way. you can hear her mumbling under her breath. “cmon..cmon..cmon…” the impatient ticking inside her returns tenfold. she bites her thumb-nail as her eyes are trained on your every move. each time your hand leaves its place on a bar ellie loses her breath. and can only exhale a shaky shallow release of oxygen when your hand secures is grip around the next pole.

this pattern goes on for two minutes. it felt like two hours to you both. ellie, bracing herself for you to fall. you, losing strength fast. but theres a sort of dent on one of the bars and you think its enough room for you to wiggle through. you think. you hope. “allllmosssttt…..got it!”

the little amount of strength you had left allowed you to hoist yourself up and through the steel bars of your cage. once most of your body is through you sit on the barred roof and catch your breath. “oh shit yea, baby!” ellies hand slaps the wall of her cage in celebration if your success. then she clears her throat at the accidental slip of her petname for you. ellie had called you many names, but baby? that was a first. she clears her throat and avoids eye contact with you. “careful coming down…”

you grin at her antics. ellie was obviously impressed, but she wouldnt say that. words werent exactly ellies strong suit. compliments left a sour taste on the womans tongue, it was hard for her to extend gratitude onto others. for whatever reason that was, was beyond you. luckily you had enough time to observe how she extended her appreciation in other ways over these past few weeks. ellie wouldn’t praise you verbally outright, but she had a wave of showing it. in her own way.

you make quick work of maneuvering over and off your cage in attempts to free ellie, a sigh of relief leaves both of your mouths when your feet hit the ground outside your cage with a thud. you brush off any remnants of grime on you and make your way to ellies cage. urgency was of utmost importance as of now, but you couldn’t help but slowly creep towards ellies cage. inching towards her like she was the wild animal they built the enclosure for.

“you gonna let me out?” ellie says is like she’s certain you will ditch her. her head bows in shame. i shouldve seen this coming, she thought. it wasnt until you heard the fear in her voice did you remember that this was an even opportunity you had. the ability to runaway from the trapped woman who had held you hostage long before you found yourself in the confines of your most previous resting place. you could leave it all behind now, leave ellie, now. how could you forget she was never apart of the plan? and so it was decided.

your back turns to ellie and you retreat 5 steps closer you the direction of your cage, towards the vast forest. you stop once you hit a pile of sizable rocks. sturdy enough to do damage, but small enough to hold in your hand. you bend at the knees to spare your back and pick up a rock that fits your standards and hold it firmly in your grasp. You watch as the skin on your fingers mold themselves around the muddy black stone, veins protruding as your grip tightens.

of course you couldn’t leave ellie. it had felt as if she was always there. like she was supposed to take this grueling journey to a save haven with you. and as much as you hated to say it, the woman knew how to survive. something in you thought maybe, just maybe you two were supposed to meet in the woods that stormy night. maybe ellie was meant to chase you, keep you, then show you the way to safety. maybe this thing between you two (whatever that was) was the key to both of your survival.

it was that moment that you realized, even though she did everything in her power to be tough, fierce, fast, clever….independent, that maybe ellie needed you, just as much as you needed her. so with one fell swoop of your arm, you hit the rusted latch with the compact sediment held tight in your palm, breaking the lock on your first try. “your like, kinda really fucking strong.” ellie says as she slowly opens the gate and watches as you heave from over exerting yourself. you drop the rock and scoff at the way she decided to phrase her remark.

“jesus-“ you grab ellies hand softly, in a grip thats so delicate because there was barely any strength left in your hands to make a full fist. “-shut up. cmon.” and as ellies own hand wraps itself around yours, you knew it was too good to be true. all of it. the ease of escaping, the warmth of her palm in yours. the skin. so when the back of a rifle came in contact with the side of ellies jaw not even two steps out of exiting her cage, you cant say you were surprised. shocked? yes. at the quickness of it all, and the blood.

her jaw unhinges to the left and her head spins to the side in the blink of an eye. blood spews from her lips, droplets flying so far to the side its enough to make you scream bloody murder. and you do. it’s milliseconds before your protector is on the ground due to the impact. you want so desperately to go to her, to make sure she was alright. but first things first.

you take a good quick look at ellies attacker and decide you had enough strength left to take him on. he was an older man, grey in all the places hair sprouted. (not that there was much of that going on anyway) he is wrinkly and sun scorched with a protruding gut. the kind of gut that was begging for your boot to kick it so hard that the old fuck would burst right then and there. you could take him, easy.

your body primed to pounce on the man but before you had the chance to let your fists fly yet another culprit in this fucked up kidnapping decided to rear its head. a tall blonde haired woman equipped with her very own rifle emerges into your peripheral, her gun is pointed directly at your head. “i wouldn’t.” your jaw tenses and your freeze.

ellie recovers from her injury inhumanly fast. her legs spring up and her jaw hangs open, maneuvering slightly to try and ease the throbbing pain the rifle left there. when she’s fully standing she spits blood directly into the ugly old man’s face. your heart rate picks up as you watch her wipe away the remaining blood oozing from the side of her lips with the back of her hands. ellie seethes. “you’re fucking dead.” and there it is.

gone is the ellie you had come to know over these past two weeks. it happens in a matter of moments. just as fast as the rifle collided with her jaw. just quick enough for the human eye to catch it. you watch as ellies soul leaves her body and all that remains is that empty shell of an evil, evil woman. and it scares you.

its almost as if she became superhuman. ellie takes not one punch, not two, but three full throttle swings from this full grown man, but nothing stops her charge. as a fourth hook was underway the relatively small target of a woman dodges it as swift as a bird then pacts a full impact punch to the old mans side. directly at his rib cage. you want to look away, the violence of it all stings your eyes. ellie isnt even ellie anymore, infact your sure in the state she is in pain isnt a factor for her at all. but every punch that lands on ellies body is like a stab to your heart. even if you were afraid of what she was capable of. especially right now, when the man had begun to get the upper hand on ellie making her fall flat to the earth.

“STOP!” you’re thrashing, screaming for the man to cease his assaults, but he doesn’t. infact it appears as every punch that followed pacts more force than the one before it. each time the mans fist retracts from ellies face more blood coats his knuckles, more of ellies blood. its a chilling sight. “please…youre going to kill her…” you’re sobbing now. the thud of each assault leaves a stain on your eardrums, but then you hear ellies laugh.

she heaves these unintelligible fucking giggles. menacing, drenched in mockery she is finding comedy? in this moment? life practically draining from her and shes filled with what can only be described as a humorous disposition. ellies chuckle starts off weak but builds the more hysterical she becomes. finally the man stops the fist flying.

“what the fuck…” the man groans, hes genuinely disturbed by ellies behavior, everyone is. its silent. theres the white noise of the forest, the birds, and ellies evil, delirious laugh. its terribly incoherent now, interrupted by the occasional hum to catch her breath. the girl had lost it. ellie was in a fit of her own delusions. the man tugs the top half of ellies limp body forward with a bunching of her clothes in his fist, directly under her neck. ellies laughter remains, her head bobs at the lack of support beneath her neck.

now this was an ugly man. the kind of man that gave you a bad feeling just by looking at him. the apocalypse had not been kind to his features. given his age you had deduced he must’ve seen alot in these trying times. right now however, the way his disturbingly unsettling face twists in shock as he observes her up close, you knew he had never seen anything quite like ellie. “this one’s lost it. not worth the trouble.” then he drops her back onto the muddy ground.

now you can breathe.

“get em cleaned up. and for christsakes make it snappy, linus wants them on rock duty.” then he was gone. that ugly, old, dirty, fucking- “get up.” before you could make sure ellie was okay the tall blonde had a stone grip on your warm and was pulling you in the opposite direction of the only thing that made you feel safe. you didnt care where they where taking you, whatever the hell “rock duty” meant, or what day it was. the only thing on your mind, was ellie.

unbeknownst to you, the only thing on ellies mind was the thing that constantly plagued her. the one thing that destroyed her time and time again. the thing that took away the ones she loved most. It ate and ate away at her until all that was left over was…

the only sign of life from ellie was her continuous mumbles of threat. you could hardly make out what she was saying as you were tugged away from her. you aren’t positive, but you could’ve swore you heard her say something along the lines of-

“gonna get you…”

“fucking dead….”

“……youre mine…..”

ellie had gone numb a long, long time ago. her taste for blood, revenge, the hunt….never really fully satiated. theres was no doubt that spending time with a group of raiders only made that craving worse. of course ellie didn’t want to become the thing she spent her whole life running from, but letting go of her wrongs felt so far out of reach for the poor woman. the more ellie tried to forget her past the more it haunted her, she became an amalgamation of regret and anger. ellie thought her brain was trying to tell her that was the life she deserved. this is what you’re best at, this is who you are.

so, as ellie lied in the muck mixed with her own blood, staring up at the breathtakingly blue sky, all she saw was red. im gonna kill every last one of these fucks. she thought of the most sadistic ways of getting back at the people who had brought her (you) here. even ones she has yet to lay eyes on. that didn’t matter to ellie though, she was going to rid the planet of yet another hoard parasites that tried to have its way with her life (your life). needless to say ellies immunity sometimes got to her head.

“get her up and hose her down, she lost the right to a real shower.” that was the last thing ellie heard before all the hurt she had tried so desperately to ignore finally consumed her. the last thing she heard before passing out due to the blood-loss and excruciating pain. ellie let herself succumb to the bloodlust fantasies hallucinations firing around her brain, and barely put up fight as her heavy lids sealed shut.

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a/n: ahhhhhhh i hope u enjoyed pls lmk what u think in the comments! (be nice) ayo why they always passing out tho ????? what do u think will happen next 👀 …..any inconsistencies u notice from pt1 to this are beyond me ! im sorry i literally took a 3 month break in btw chapters ! (not me going awol for 3 months and still depriving u of smut :/ crying i promise next chapter i WILL deliver) -xx ace

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"Can't sleep?" König x Gender-neutral Reader

Word count: 3704

Having flashbacks about the battlefield and unable to fall asleep after an exceptionally draining mission, you go seek the comfort of your Colonel in the middle of the night.

*Slow burn

*ANGST!!💔... dw it gets wholesome at the end i promise ❤️

*Thanj you to Azzy!! (My No.1 Fan...🥹🫂💘) for this request !!!🙋🏼‍♀️💫💞💞✨Love u too🫶💕,, I kind of 🥺slightly🥺 maube a littke bit🥺🥺🥺went off prompt and König isnt affected by the mission per se BUT i have fulfilled the CUDDLING part!!! ☺️☺️pls dont show up to my fhome with pitchforks and torches im sry it just sorta happened ok😱

Also i rhink i have dementia bc I thought someone else rqsted König comfortinf rreader in a storm???😰😰Turns out nobody did so maybe i hallucinated it or smtj idk🤷🏼‍♀️Anyways I thought to merge these two ideas together so lmk what u think abt this lil (by "lil" i mean WAY too long🤪) drabble🙏💕

*Reader is pining for König

*Events loosely take place in the KönigxKing (as in, reader's call-sign is "King" storyline) mini-series. This serves as a slight backstory for King (reader). Again, this is by no means in any chronological order in relation to the series, so this can also be read as stand-alone! :)

*THANK YOU FOR 100+ FOLLOWERS!!!!!! 🥳🎉🎊✨🎇💖I SWEAR ONE IT LITERALLT FEELS LIKE MID-AUGUST WHEN I HAD LIKE 7 WHERE DID U ALL COME FEOM??????😰😰💘 IT MEANS SO MUCH FOR ME LIKE I CANR STRESS THIS ENOIGH BC IM SO HAPPG U GUYS THINK MEWORTHY ENOIGH OF YOUR PRECIOUS FOLLOW AND WANT TO READ MY WACK WORKS!!!!!!🤧🤧💖💖 LIKE??????? 🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹THANK U THABK YOU RHABK YOU!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 🫶🥰🥰💖💖💖❤️💞💞💕💖💕💕💞

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You couldn't sleep.

It was raining relentlessly outside, the pitter-patter of water droplets hitting your window. Storm clouds boomed loudly outside, and despite the blinds being pulled tightly shut, lightning occasionally flashed through the cracks, elongated shadows of buildings forming on the walls.

Counting down the seconds until you'd hear the rumbling thunder, it would only be a few kilometres away, and you'd shudder at the sound, shivering.

While tossing and turning in bed, you had kicked off your covers and were staring at the ceiling, still wide awake. Normally, a storm like this would be like a lullaby to your ears, yet now it did nothing in helping lull you to sleep.

Even if you wanted to sleep, how could you when those corpses haunted your nightmares?

Laying in bed, your mind replayed the same scenes like a movie reel, the same screams like a broken record:

Lifeless, unblinking eyes with mouths agape and an expression of fear permanently engraved on their pale faces; flies swarming in hordes to harvest the soft tissues of the irises and tongue, eating the human mush; limbs contorted in unnatural positions, arms and legs crushed by the force of detonated mines, bones broken under the weight.

Rumbling roaring of machine guns and the deafening explosions from hand grenades meant that the high-pitched ringing would drown out everybody's yelling, muffle all noise from your surroundings, and you'd only be pulled out of your daze when you'd find yourself stumbling on unstable ground, on bricks and cheap concrete that had all crumbled.

Bodies would drop so fast it'd take at least seconds for you to register whether it had been an enemy or an ally.

You'd pull the trigger, but seeing a bullet go through someone's forehead and the exaggerated shock stamped on their face — a permanent expression in their final seconds remaining forever in death — left you wondering why you would ever sign up willingly to do this.

Disorientated, you'd struggle to pull yourself together, would enter far too many close calls for a soldier to count, and would only get a grip once you saw a familiar face, a reminder that you weren't alone in the warzone.

Even now, the sonorous sound kept echoing in your head, and, if you listened closely, it resembled hundreds of hoarse shouts, so many people screaming at once in collective agony.

You flinched as a bolt of lightning suddenly struck the sky.

Sparing an absentminded glance at your digital alarm clock, your eyes widened slightly at the time: 1:56am.

Damn... you thought. ...it's that late already?

Drills would begin at 7 o'clock, and you had to have woken up at 6 to brush your teeth, get dressed, eat, and mentally prepare yourself for the day, so you kissed a good night's sleep goodbye, and accepted the telling off from your superiors the following morning for under-performing.

...Still, how could you sleep after what you had experienced? What you experienced and would continue experiencing?

Accepting high-pressure missions and a demanding workload once you had enlisted, you thought that your ability to keep calm under pressure and stay composed would mean that you would have been unaffected by the shooting by now, and be taking everything in your stride. Calm, composed, and unaffected, is what you had thought you'd be. Surely you'd be able capable enough to cope with it all?

Yet, you weren't any of those things. Never getting used to the stress that would persist even while on supposedly "low-intensity" extractions. You'd always be on edge, always recoiling at hands that would reach over to tap your back as encouragement or hold your shoulder in reassurance on base.

You believed you could never familiarise yourself with the panic and unpredictability of missions and being hyper-aware of something, anything, everything going wrong, with the adrenaline that would course through your body and take over your senses in times of fight or flight, with the nerves that would keep you on edge hours after landing safely on base.

But, most of all, with the nights you'd lay in bed, unable to fall asleep: nights like these, when every time you closed your eyes, you saw the eyes of dying comrades; when every time you walked along the corridors, imagined yourself diving across the floor and felt shattered shrapnel breaking under your feet; when every time you sat in an empty room, heard ear-piercing blasts and the ricochet of discarded shells just missing your head.

Whereas the other operators seemed to be completed unmoved by any of their deployments and would shrug their shoulders off of the events, the anxiety for you lingered, trauma deep within your soul consuming you whole.

How could you ever get over the fact that you were shooting real people? Losing real soldiers?

...Losing yourself along the way?

All this work took a toll on your psyche, but comparing yourself to the other soldiers made you feel like such a coward, and second-guess ever enlisting in the first place.

...Well, you did so because it had been your only option all things considered, but looking back on it, you thought that maybe it would have been better if you hadn't chosen anything at all.

Accepted the grave nature of your failures in life, the same life that would have had inevitably ended with you pre-maturely in a grave.

After all, you had no job prospects to look forward to, no dreams to strive for, no aspirations to achieve.

Failing your school exams time and time again until you had finally achieved a result that was good enough didn't earn you any security, as you weren't exactly employable with grades you had just barely managed to claw to even pass.

Really, it was hopeless. You were hopeless.

To say your family was disappointed in you would have been an understatement. Out of three children, you were labelled the disappointment child, the underachiever and failure.

Your two siblings worked as a lawyer and an engineer respectively, while you had never even been able to grasp the basics in education, never spoke with your teachers of anything other than the worrying results of your exams, never came home to share a thing with your parents you had accomplished with a smile of pride stretched on your young face like your siblings did.

Never. Because you weren't ever good enough.

At the dinner table, your siblings boasted of promotions and of revolutionary research, of trials and of successes, of their brilliant breakthroughs, as you sat on the side of the table, listening from the sidelines, excluded from all of the grandeur that you couldn't relate to.

Still, it was always better to keep your mouth shut than to make a dent in the conversation, further embarass yourself and prove how lowly you were, than to have so many pairs of pitying eyes talking down on you in patronising tones, of the subtle condolences from your parents and their regret with triumphant smirks and condescending attitude from your siblings.

In a last ditch effort to make your parents proud, you made the decision of joining the military. You were young and impressionable, under the impression that your parents would finally be impressed.

...Of course, they weren't. In fact, your decision made them even more disappointed, shaking their heads sympathetically with strained smiles stretched on their lips.

Maybe that was the reason you couldn't handle the pressure of the military, you thought. You were weak, incompetent. Pathetic.

Although no one told you explicitly or made you feel that way directly, somehow, you always had felt inferior. Somehow, you felt that no matter what you did, how much you did, how well you thought you did, you wouldn't ever come close to the others's level.

That, despite your effort and dedication, you would never be good enough. Would always be inferior no matter what, because you always had been and would always be so.

...Your Colonel never made you feel that way, though, and you never quite understood why.

After all, your interactions were few-far-and-inbetween. It made you wonder what made you feel this way, and what spark ignited the warmth you'd feel when he was around.

Although a man of few words, the words that he did say to you would matter, though. His praise, his acknowledgement, his always being there made you want to keep going and prove your worth to him.

It started off as sporadic encouragement:

Your skin glistening with sweat, an accented voice would say "Gute Arbeit," over your crumpled body on the gym mat.

Offering you a gloved hand, you grasped it gratefully, and he pulled your tired body with ease. "Good job, King."

A lopsided smile from you as you'd wipe the sweat from your forehead and brows after sparring with someone else, limp limbs barely keeping you standing. His eyes were betrayed no emotion under his veil, yet a thin-lipped grin was behind it.

"Thank— you— sir!" You'd manage to breathe out, still panting for breath. "I did— my best, but— I didn't win."

"That does not matter," he'd say, speaking in a tone you couldn't quite recognize. "Very good job. Keep it going. Soon, you'll be able to pin even me down."

You'd laugh weakly at his words, yet would immediately feel a surge of motivation to keep working hard, and would train up to the point of exhaustion behind closed doors. Thinking you'd be alone, you'd punch a dufflebag with grunts of effort, missing the tall silhouette observing you with crossed arms in the corner, satisfied.

Then, those became casual greetings;

"Guten Morgen, soldier. Nice day, ja?"

Turning around, you'd see your Colonel walking towards you, frame visible even from a distance.

You smile broadly, eyes crinkling up in genuine joy, before you caught yourself and coughed. "Y-yeah!"

"Always a nice day whenever you're around, sir," you'd tease, playfully winking at him as he approached you, yet you were yet to master it without blinking both eyes.

He'd chuckle heartily, flattered, then shook his head to hide how his face flushed under his veil, and held up a hand.

"Thank Gott I have you here. My day would have been ruined."

"Have a good day, sir!" You'd call after him brightly, and he'd turn around for a final time with a two-fingered salute. Strange, since he was your superior, not the other way around, but you shrugged this off as a friendly gesture.

Until it developed into a sort of mutual connection.

In your eyes, at least.

You didn't want to assume that you two were friends, as the man was way out of your league. Strong, muscular, and a disciplined soldier — a Colonel, no less — a man of influence.

Besides, he, conversing with the only-recently-recruit-turned-soldier that was the slowest to understand a joke, did not comprehend complicated terms, and was the least bright out of the entire faction was not something you wanted him to be associated as, didn't want to tarnish his reputation.

You reasoned that you didn't want to bring down the Colonel down to your low level, so you kept your relationship as just that; associates. Aquaintances. Nothing more, out of respect for your Colonel.

Little did you know, the Colonel had developed a soft spot for you.

It seemed as though the storm had gotten worse, as the rain was unrelenting, and the tapping on the glass increased with force. Booming thunderclouds made your room shake.

A sigh as you turned to your side again. 2:07am.

Your thoughts moved back to your Colonel, and you started missing him, longing for him. The warmth that radiated off him made you wish he'd take you in his arms, hold you close to his chest, and you suddenly felt so cold. So lonely and cold.

Maybe it was childish of you to be feeling this way — he was your superior, after all, and you had no reason to be so attached — yet your daily encounters made you gain feelings for the man. Made you feel things when he was around.

Somehow, he brought you security. Made you feel protected. Safe. Like you could always count on him for having your back.

Made you forget that you were so useless, and was the reason for the fuzzyness within your chest, the buzzing feeling you'd feel as you'd be grinning from ear to ear after speaking to him.

Made you feel like you weren't pathetic. Weren't a wasted wishing star. Instead, you were appreciated, seen, even.

You wanted to see him. You wanted to be with him.

...Would he want you, though?

No. Of course he wouldn't. You weren't good enough.

A deep sigh. 2:15, the digital alarm clock displayed.

...What if he actually did want you? Not even as a partner, but just to be around him? Breathe the same air as him? You thought you weren't worthy of his time, but maybe, just maybe he wouldn't see it as such a waste.

Another crash of lightning brought you to your senses.

Finally making up your mind, you huffed in exertion as you pushed yourself off your stiff mattress, not bothering to organize the mess of blankets on the floor.

Walking with certainty, before you realised it, you were at König's bedroom door. Standing behind the door, hand hesitatingly reaching for the handle, you bit your lip, confidence wavering.

Should you really go through with this right now? What if he was asleep at that moment and all you'd do is disrupt his slumber? It wouldn't be fair of you to disturb him so late in the night, especially when he had so many responsibilities.

Still, you inhaled deeply, and, as quietly as you could, knocked twice.

You almost jumped out of your skin at the familiar accented voice of your Colonel.

"Come in," he said hoarsely. His tone was almost warm, inviting, yet you shook your head at the idea, and pulled the handle.

Entering inside, you slowly closed the door behind you. When you turned around, König was sitting on the edge of his bed, elbows resting on his knees, seemingly deep in thought. Wearing a tank top and cargo pants, his head was hung low, his veil hanging loosely over his head.

The blinds were drawn open to reveal the sky dominated by darkness, the grey curtain of monochrome on the nearest buildings cast down by the clouds, the raindrops that remained on the windows and the rhythmic echoes against the pavement as they dropped in syncopation.

The sight, his presence, were both so... relaxing. In a way, your anxiety was relieved by the tranquility of the scene, and it made you forget the internal turnoil you had been going through for the past few hours, made the tension in your body fade.

"Ah, King," his arms dropped to his sides and he raised his head to meet your eyes in the dark. "I had a feeling that it would be you."

You fidgeted nervously, not knowing what to do.

"Bitte, schön," he said, patting the empty space beside him on the mattress. "Please, sit down. I insist."

Slowly lowering yourself to his side, you sat at a reasonable distance away from him. With the both of you sat down, the size difference was still very noticable. His height made him hunch over you, and one of his thighs was like the two of yours combined.

So nervous, you didn't even notice how his back slumped so you'd be both at a similar level.

He cleared his throat. "What brings you here so late in the night?"

An awkward tug of your t-shirt collar.

"Can't sleep," you stated simply.

"I see." He was quiet for a few moments. Then: "And you decided that my room was the place to go?"

Your face heated up, and you averted your gaze. "Well, sir, it's j-ju—"

"—Nein," he cut you off, holding up a hand to stop you. "I have told you so many times not to call me that. Call me König."

"But— but you're my superior," you gasped, mouth agape. "You deserve to be addressed with respect! I couldn't possibly—"

The protest died on your lips again as the man shook his head, the loose material of his veil following his movements. "Nein. None of that matters. I want you to call me by my first name."

A heavy silence lingered over the two of you, words left unsaid by you both.

"So," König prompted, "what brings you here, King?"

Pausing to think over a pretence, the best you could come up with was: "The storm scared me."

"Ja?" Even with the fabric covering his face, you could almost see the skeptical smirk on his lips.

"A soldier like you afraid of loud clouds? Some rain?" He chuckled.

"Really, I'd have thought you better than that, King." If you didn't know him well enough, you'd have thought he was mocking you, yet despite the sarcasm his eyes held a genuine concern for you.

An bashful laugh escaped you as you rubbed your arm, nails slightly digging into your skin.

"Okay, tell me the truth, King," Leaning forward, his tone became serious. "I know for certain you aren't scared."

He searched for your eyes, yet you avoided his gaze.

"Something is troubling you. Is that it?" He cocked his head to the side, fabric falling loosely over his shoulder. "You can tell me, King. I am your superior, you know. You should tell me these things."

"Well... it's j-just—"

You bit your lip, willing the tears to stay in your eyes.

Don't cry. Don't you dare cry.

König watched you, patiently waiting for you to continue.

You swallowed the lump in your throat, vulnerability showing in your eyes. "—This recent mission, it was— it was really, really difficult. And I just..."

König shuffled towards you until your knees were almost touching, watching you intently. As your body trembled, a hand hovered in uncertainty by your shoulder.

Sniffling, you wiped the wetness on your face with your arm, voice breaking.

"I-I just think that I'm not strong. That I'm... weak. Not— not good enough to be working with people that are so much better. So much stronger—"

Your breath hitched in your throat, voice coming out in a broken sob. "—I-I mean— I'm so pathetic. I shouldn't be so... weak. I should — I should be better. Wh-why—"

Tears flowed freely down your face. "—Why can't I be better, König? Why am I so— so useless?"

Without saying anything, König wrapped his strong arms around your body and pulled you against his chest, pulled you close so you could let it all out. For a few moments, he let you cry, ever-so-gently stroking the back of your head, fingers running through your hair. Weeping into his chest, his steady breathing soothed you.

Once you recovered enough from your emotions, you pulled away, downcast. Face red and blotchy with tears, eyes puffy and pink from crying, lips quivering and voice hoarse, you felt so pathetic. So, so pathetic.

"F-fuck, s-si— König—" Trembling. "I'm so so sorry. I'm too emotional, please, I'm sor—"

"Nein." His tone was soft, yet firm. Definitive. "You have nothing to apologise for, King."

Both hands cupped the sides of your face, tentatively tilting your face upwards. His expression was forlorn, and you felt tears brimming in your eyelids again.

"...You're not weak. You're not pathetic. You're not useless. I see you always trying so hard, King, always giving it your all..."

He paused for a few moments, deliberating over how best to put his thoughts into words. "...Maybe... maybe your best isn't the best out of anyone's bests, but it's the effort that counts." He rubbed the back of his neck, then let out a mono-syllabic laugh. "Scheiße, did that make sense? Sorry— I'm not good with words—"

You glanced away. "—Hey," his hand reached to hold to side of your face. "Look at me, King."

"You're not weak, not pathetic, not useless," he repeated, voice wavering.

"You're none of those. You're better than you think you are. Your inner strength," a finger pointed at your chest, "your heart, it's so full of goodness. So full of so many good things that don't define you, but instead changed you for the better."

"Maybe... maybe you aren't the aren't the best, haven't been the best, or never will be the best, but it's not your fault. You try so hard, and the odds... the odds are stacked against you. And, sometimes... sometimes it's okay to not be the best. You don't have to be fearless, the strongest, perfect. You can just be... you."

His eyes were pleading in the dark. "Please don't doubt yourself. You're so— so much better than you imagine."

A shaky breath. "So much stronger than you tell yourself. I can promise you, you are your own person. Other people's successes don't define you."

König turned around to glance at his alarm. 2:36.

When he turned back, your face had slowly regained the colour on your cheeks, eyes sparkled, chest rose and fall at a steady pace. You said nothing, yet König knew you listened to every one of his words.

"Looks like it's too late for you to fall asleep in your own room," he whispered, gently caressing your face. "Stay here with me, King."

Eyes immediately widening in surprise, you were about to protest. "B-but— I couldn't possibly, König—"

That protest died on your lips as König's arms engulfed you again, and brought you down against his mattress so you were laying on his chest. Cocooned like a protective blanket over you, you didn't need him to say anything more. You felt so... safe. Loved.

The storm outside seemed to calm down, and lightning no longer crashed against the window. Rain faltered, and some clouds were separating in the darkness of the sky.

Before you knew it, your eyelids became heavy with drowsiness, feeling a wave of calm wash over you, cleansing away your sorrows.

Just before you fell asleep, you heard König say something in German, barely above a whisper, but you did not understand:

"Schlaf gut Schatz. Ich liebe dich."

...

I don't know who needed to hear that, or if anyone even did, but I stand by the words I wrote. Although you are reading this, and are likely a stranger, and I'll never face you in real life, I want you to know that you *are* good enough. And if it takes a person on the internet using a fictional character to tell you so, then so be it. You are still valid. 🫂

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Note: i rhink some of the ppl that read my previous fics will be able to tell that i went tryhard mode on this one 💀💀

Its mostly bc im back in school and were going over all the stupid fancy shmancy literative devices and figurstive language (god why cant u call it literallt anything else i swear why does it have ro be so unnecessarily overcomplicated just call it sentence structures or writing techniques istg.man😭)so i unconsciously chanelled all of thise boring technicalities into this 😬

With me writing as a hobby you'd think I'd have the highest grades in English? No💔I wish LMAO

I NOW HAVE 130+ FOLLOWERS!!! Which is unbelievable if u wsk me bc etf why wre eo mwnt people following me i don't deserve this qt ALL 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭 THANK YOU ALL 🥹🥹🥹🫶🫶🫶💓💓💓💓💓💓💓💓💓💓💓💓

I still remember when @puff0o0⭐ began their self-aware au with König and Ghost qnd ive qlways veen cheerint for her from the sidelines ☺️☺️come to find out shes been mentioning ME in THEIR podts and writing on their blofs thwt my CoD blog is good and i.????😭😭😭cant????????😭😭😭😭😭 Literally -99999 damage and an ARROW 🏹 STRAIGHT thru the HEART 💘🥹 I LOVE U B (platonically ofc dw)😽💕💓💓❤️💞💞💕💞💕💞💞💞💕

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just-null-cult · 6 months

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i have come here to personally thank you for giving me more than i asked for 🙏🏻 i am utterly grateful like IDJFKDKKFODOD 🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️ it made me so happy the last doodle has my heart he is so cute i will eat him

also there is a DROUGHT out there for us noritoshi fans like im living on CRUMBS its insane and omg dont even talk to me abt how it feels like to be a kashimo and ino lover (altho they are getting a bit more love now) my nori is still underrated :/ sooo hence im asking ur hand in friendship and in exchange i promise to share my hcs with you abt nori my sweet lil meow meow we're in this together 💪🏻💪🏻

also since its October, do you think he likes horror movies? i feel like he can withstand gory movies but its the jumpscares that get him and he wont tell u he's scared when u watch one with jumpscares owkfkdkd imagine him hiding his face against ur shoulder or something 😭😭😭 (i used to do that with my dad when we watched horror movies and i used to be like im not scared😤😤 when he asked if i was lmfao thats where this hc stemmed from)

N. NORITOSHI HIDING IN YOUR SHOULDER OR SUPPRESSING HIS REACTIONS TO THE JUMPSCARES....... WAS IT AN INVOLUNTARY REACTION TO USE YOU TO HIDE??????? WAS IT BUILT UP TRUST????? DID HE GROW USED TO HOLDING ONTO YOU WHEN HE GETS SURPRISED BECAUSE HE WANTS TO MAKE SURE HE HAS HIS VALUABLES SAFE????????? WAS IT A MOMENT WHERE HIS MIND JUST INSTINCTIVELY GRABBED THE FIRST THING HE WANTED TO PROTECT/BE PROTECTED BY???????? OH MY FUCK.

he's probably used to gore and gritty stuff like that since he sees it often being a jujutsu sorcerer and all. not to mention his technique is literally blood. maybe he's desensitized to gore films, the most you'll get from him is a disgusted scowl.

BUT DID YOU SEE HOW QUICK HIS EYE OPENED WHEN HANAMI SHOWED UP BEHIND HIM. YOURE SO FUCKING FR ABT JUMPSCARES. Noritoshi is that guy who wouldn't scream or yelp but gasp really loudly and jump out of his skin.

i feel like they get him most in horror because of the music building up anticipation. if its one of those fake outs where the jumpscare comes a bit after, he's fucked UP. It makes him instantly miffed, as he tries to regain his composure. He swears he's not usually like this, it got him by surprise is all..!

Noritoshi is the type that'd only watch a horror movie if the story is rich and complex. He's the type of guy to like open endings that make you think.. if it's a guilty pleasure movie where all the protags make stupid decisions, he gets annoyed right off the bat.

He's groaning and complaining about how imbecile the characters are, but would still watch it with you because you personally invited him. If he's lucky you could fall asleep on his shoulder or [insert movie cliche here] how could he pass that up? But Noritoshi wouldn't be able to focus on you if he gets twice as annoyed because its a bad movie + jumpscares. it still startles him, but the movie is so terrible, he's embarrassed it got him, especially in front of you!!!

if you get involved and you tell him to quiet down, Noritoshi would shift his focus towards you. like that awkward guy who thinks he's being smooth and lowkey about how he cuddles up next to you. He wants to be the tough guy who's shoulder you can hide in, and he is!! just not.. with jumpscares.......

#noritoshi #noritoshi x reader #kamo noritoshi #kamo noritoshi x reader #noritoshi kamo #noritoshi kamo x reader #merry october #sO SORRY THIS WAS SO LATE AGAIN WDYM OCTOBERS ALMOST OVER FUKC SO THESE OCTOBER POSTS WILL LEAK INTO NOVEMBER. AHA.#FAM I WAS SPITBALLIN SO HARD W THE WRITING BUT FUCK IT OH MY GOD I LOVED THAT #ty back for the cat noritoshi idea btw. ill love you forever #the way i fell off my chair and scrambled to read the rest of this ask was insane. friendship.? im so awkward but i'll be here for u homie #i love noritoshi headcanons..#i eat them up like candy...#.... my cult member is moving up the unspoken ranks i made up while making this cult.....#as for ino and kashimo. i dont know much about them.#but i like the bits i do know! i like ino's energy.... he reminds me of an excitable puppy from what ive seen..#i may draw more characters if i grow obsessed. i mean infatuated. or if they make noritoshi look good.#or if you do a damn good job at convincing me #but unfortunately. i was persuaded into a blood pact with my second in command to wait for the anime to finish then watch it with him then.#back to nori though. we are definitely together in this. i fucking understand the drought. pinterest keeps giving me geto #and yes. hes good too. BUT NOT THE MEOW MEOW I'M SCAVANGING FOR #THATS NOT MY STUCK UP BABYGIRL WHO'D SCOWL AT ME FOR PRONOUNCING WORCESTERSHIRE SAUCE WRONG....#btw peep the orange for pumpkins or something #happy halloween my awesome cult

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mikalame · 9 months

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Heyyyy I’ve been reader some of your stuff and I really like it!!🫶🏻 Could you write 2005 Tom and same age reader are Friends and she finds out Tom has already had his first kiss and reader is kinda embarrassed that she hasn’t yet so one day she goes to toms house and they start talking abt their life’s and they get to the topic of kissing and she confessed that she hasn’t had her first kiss yet and we’ll dosent know how to kiss and Tom decides to show her how to kiss like the good friend he is and it js leads them to making out and getting caught my Bill! Please and thank you!!🖤

OMG thx so much anon 🫶 this migh be a lil rushed but np

taglist: @oppopotamus @violentnewmarley

'BAM' Tom rushes in the room, the door slamming behind him "TOM HAS GONE IT AGAIN GUYS, UGH ARENT I AMAZING" Tom yells his voice echos though the house "ugh tom shut up whats happened now" Georg groans sitting next me placing his phone on his leg looking at tom with a bored exspression while rolling his eyes as Tom drones on about how he was making out another girl while proudly showing off the hickeys adored on his neck.

Bill and Gustav come into the room, bill sits down on the opposite side of me and Gustav leans on the table in the living room bit. After a while Georg gets annoyed at Tom and starts talking about all his kissing rendezvouses, Bill desides to join in aswell they spend a few good minutes talking about this when Bill desides to ask Gustav if he had any storys to share Gustav looks down a bit embarssed before sharing his storys.

' Buzz' you look down and see your phone buzzing you answer the call after telling the boys to be quite, you hear your dad talking about how you need to come home and stuff, you bid the boys your fair wells and hug them good bye. Just before you hug Tom you look at his neck and feel as if you should of had a story to share aswell, feeling as if you are behind in life by not having a first kiss.

On your walk home you keep thinking about the convo from before feeling a weird feeling in your stomach still thinking that your behind when you reach your house you start up the computer and google 'when are you supposed to have your first kiss' you see it say that it says fifteen (this is just what google said dont feel pressure to have your first kiss) this just adds even more feeling of dread in your stomach you shut off the computer and walk to your room you get ready for bed and lie there you think back to all the storys the guys were saying today and knowing they probably have more storys they just didnt share you try to think about somthing else to get your mind off of it but cant you go to with the same strong feeling of dread.

it had been a couple of days since that incedent you still feel a bit embrassed that you havet had a kiss and so when ever one of the boys rom the table talk about a new kiss they had gotten you unknowingly zone-out trying not to draw anyattiention to your self in fear they would ask you and would think of you as less because you haven't kissed anybody yet. You though that nobody had seen you zone-out when they talk about it and how you were acting more down then usuall but somebody had the infamous Tom.

He had seen the way you look down and how you were more quite then usually, he had always love your bubbly personaity and he wanted to see what was up and what was making you feel down.

You were walking down the hall on friday ready to go home and wollow in your self pity before a pair of hand grab at your waist scaring you making your sqeal. "AH" you turn around trying to see who had done that and see Tom standing there with a grin plastered on his face "HAHA, i scared you so bad ____ should of seen your face" He says. You roll your eyes before you contiune to walk home you hear heavy footstomps behind to and see tom again in your peripheral vision "awe im sorry i scared you didnt mean it promise" he says placing his hand on his chest over his heart. He continues to speak when you dont "you should stay at our house tonight we havent had a sleepover just us in ages, we could watch movies i just rented a new one forgot the name tho and we could get snack and just chill humm how bout it" he looks at you with puppy dog eyes begging you to say yes "uhm idk..-" "comeon you seem so sad and who would be more fitting then your have person ever" "um okay fine" you groan "YAYYY" Tom yells he grabs your hand running dragging you along with him to his house.

I get pulled inside and see bill in the kitchen making a snack "help me" you mouth he shakes his head and laughs at you before heading to his room upstairs "my parents are out for the night so we can pretty much anything right now" tom says while he gets the snacks ready in a bowl "oh cool " you say still feeling a bit bummed. You grab the snacks and head to his room its not the first time you've been in there but you see new posters on the wall and a couple photos of just you two or just the band on his bedside table. "You can wear my top and and some shorts to sleep in, yk cuz you dont have anything else to wear" tom says throwing some clothes at you, you catch them "yeah and whos fault i that hmm your the one that dragged me hear, turn around so i cant put these on" you say tom turns around and puts his hands over his eyes as you put on the clothes "mabey i just wanted you in my clothes hmm" he flirts raising his eyebrows up and down you hit his shoulder playfuly".

You chuck on the movie he rented and played it, it was the new King Kong you havent seen it yet so you were very exsited. You had been so engrosed in the movie that you completely forgot about what you were feeling bad about just a hour prier to the movie. After the movie finished you and tom were talking about how good the mvie was and so on until he says the question you were dreading.

"So___whats been up with you lately you seem real sad" Tom asks worry laced in his tone, you wait a second stunned as you had completely forgot about the whole ordeal and now its coming back to you "oh um nothing im all good" you mumble before grabbing a handful of popcorn and munching on it "you can tell me ___ im your friend after all" Tom say reasuringly wrapping an arm around you pulling you close to him "no its nothing i-its stupid" you stutter realy not wanting to have this conversation "please tell me __ it seems to be really getting to you, your so quite at lunch and down really handout with us as much, did we do something to upset you, d-did i..." he says now anxious to know if they really did something bad. You pull away desiding to say this to get it off your chest " um no you didn't do anything tom um it just god this is so embarrassing, y-you remember a couple days ago when you and the guys were talking bout all your like kissing story's well it kinda made me feel like i was behind the curve and that i should of had my first kiss by now" you mumble the last bit while you look anywhere but tom. You feel him move "that all oh my days ___ you had me thinking someone was bulling you" he chuckles your face turns bright red from embarrassment and you hide you face in your hands

"If that was all it was i can kiss you if you want then you can say to people you has the awsome tom kaulitz as your first kiss" he says while pulling your hands away from your face, you look at him with a shocked face trying to think if he had really just said that "okay" he say before leaning in a bit "I dont know how to or what to do" he pulls back and say "ill teach you okay" you puts a strand of hair around your ear and wait for you to say okay once you do he slowly leans in.

You feel his lips pressed agaist yours, you take in the feeling of his smooth lips and you flutter your eyes closes wanting to really savour the feeling you, a couple seconds later you feel his mouth open and he says "just copy what im doing" you do just what he is doing just a little bit hesitant tho still unsure but feeling as if a weight had been lifted of your shoulders. After a couple minutes of that you pull away both of your guys lips swollen and i bit red you look away giggly and tom smiles before grabbing your jaw to kiss you again.

"Hey guys to got any M&M's i ate all of mine...." Bill says after opening the door and just stands there hodling his balcket around his shoulders like a cape while trying to prosses what he had just seen "uhm ill- ill come back later, have fun you to" he says winking before walking out closing the door behind him.

"We should do this again" Tom says leaning back "you getting better but i still think you need mabey a couple more lessons before you kiss anyone else" you hit his shoulder playfully "agreed" while leaning against the headboard aswell.

AHHH I hope you like anon i spent my afternoon on this (dw about the spelling lol) ❤🫶😝

#tom kaulitz #tom kaulitz x reader #tokio hotel #tom kaulitz smut #tom kaulitz imagines #tom kaulitz x you

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Au: You're a famous popstar on tour, and Abby is one of your backup dancers. You guys get very touchy and flirty during certain songs, and the fans start to notice how playful you're both being with each other. You guys try to hold back from each other, but eventually, you get together and fall for each other.

˗ˏˋ ꒰ 𝙘𝙡𝙞𝙘𝙠 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 ꒱ ˎˊ˗ | 𝙖. 𝙖𝙣𝙙𝙚𝙧𝙨𝙤𝙣

pairing: abby anderson x fem!reader

tags: kinda.. loser!abby-ish??, making out, minor touching, yearning for eachother, no smut, would this be fluff?, idk if it is, happy ending, alternate universe - no outbreak, in our popular era!!, LOTS of tension (that’s kinda poorly written), i literally know nothing of how a stage crew works, ive only seen two movies about how tours work, so bare with me

a/n: AYEEEE MUST BE THE MONAAYYYY!! im trying something a lil different (but like.. not rlly..) also!!! this is my first time ever fulfilling a request!!! i hope this is good.. i haven’t written anything for a while. also also!!! i litcherally just remembered this song existed today and (a lil lore), originally i was gonna title this dont stop the music (like the rihanna song) but then this crossed my mind and i translated the lyrics and it just.. fits!!!! 😄 ok last thing, this is the outfit inspo for this fanfic! latrice is sooo pretty and this outfit is fire!!!

The ticket lines were flowing with people, like, lots of them. More than you’d ever seen during your tour. Tonight’s show was in Seattle. Your set started in fifteen minutes and you and your team were going through the logistics of how things would go. You stand there, hands on your hips as you keep a straight and serious face while lending a listening ear, giving a few nods from time to time. Abby couldn’t keep her eyes off of you. Her eyes kept tracing over you. The entirety of you. The oversized denim, the Calvin Klein print across your thong, the black top looking just perfect against your skin, everything drove her insane. She’d have to thank your stylists personally the next time she saw them because each time she found herself looking at you, her face would heat up. A loud clap from the director snapped her out of her trance. She followed the other backup dancers, who were also following you. Before entering the stage, you take a breath and hope for the best.

You take a few steps on the large stage, smiling as the crowd roars in cheers and applause. You wave as you approach your mic. Your in-ears had already been in and you were waiting for the signal to begin your set. Before this, you thank the crowd for coming and some other things before it begins. It starts off slow, a soft song that hadn’t required much choreography was sung. Your voice had the crowd entranced, smiling and recording you. The band played in the same smooth and entrancing manner you had already set. After the song concludes, you begin moving to your position for the next song. “Song begins in 3.. 2.. 1..” the woman in your in-ears said as a metronome ticked at the same beat of the song. The lights on stage turn red, smoke rises from the stage. The song was sensual and provocative, your voice was smooth (as always) and siren-like. You and Abby find yourself dancing up against each other. Caught up in your song, your hand snakes around her waist as you sing the provocative lyrics to her with half lidded eyes and a small smile. Abby panicked internally. She curses under her breath as you sing to her. Her body heats up and her heart rate increases. She heard the loud noise of squealing and applauding from the crowd. She felt dizzy as you and her parted ways momentarily as you continued singing. Your touch sear on her skin, 1000 degrees is what it felt like to her. Your hands lingered on her body way longer than you practiced. And god, those eyes she gives you. They made you feel a little dizzy. Those green eyes under the red light, the strands of blond hair sticking to her forehead, the way her eyes fluttered whenever she made eye contact with you made your heart flutter. It seemed so unreal, the way her large hands rested on your body whenever the move called for it or how she smiled at you nervously when you got a little too close. Anyone with eyes could see that you both had some kinda feelings for eachother. And this definitely wouldn’t be easy to forget.

The concert went on for what seemed like forever before you were on your last song. You and the rest of your dancers stand in the middle of the stage, attempting to catch your breath as you hold your ending pose. Abby looks at you and you look at her. The tension from before begins to rise again. It was palpable. “You don’t know what you do to me.” Abby whispered, only for your ears. “I know exactly what I do to you, Abby.” You respond with a smile. After a few more seconds, you finally exit the stage with everyone else. You enter your dressing room, closing the door behind you as you take a few photos of yourself, uploading them to social media before scrolling through your notifications. As usual, they were full of mentions, comments, and likes. They were also full of your little.. moments on stage with Abby. Your body becomes hot as you watch it over. You loved the way she looked at you. Like you were some sort of goddess. Or like you were the most beautiful woman in the world. You find yourself smiling at your phone as you read your comments from your fans talking about the tension between the two of you.

As Abby sat with the other dancers, all she could think about was you. “God, you’ve got it bad, Abby.” One woman with curly hair says as she looks at her for a moment, then playfully rolls her eyes. “I’ve got it bad?” Abby acted clueless, but she knew exactly what the woman meant. “Oh shut up, don’t play dumb with. I see exactly how the two of you look at eachother. If you like her that much then you should just like, tell her or something.” The woman suggested with a shoulder shrug, then picking up her phone and texting with someone. In a perfect world, Abby would’ve already asked you out, and she would’ve already been your girlfriend. But she didn’t want you to think she was like, weird or something. “I mean.. the worst she could say is no, right?” Abby mumbles to herself. “Eeexactly. Now go.” The woman suggested with a smile.

And after that little push, she walks to your dressing room. Her hand trembled on the doorknob. That was just her nerves trying to pull her back into the other room. Her hands become clammy along with her nerves. But Abby’s boots definitely weren’t quiet, and you’d already known she was there. “The doors unlocked.” You yell out to her. “..Goddamnit.” She mumbled to herself as she opened the door, walking in and closing it. You were still looking down at your phone for a moment before you turned it off and look over at her. “Hey.” “Hi.” You smile at her. “So uh, what brings ya here?” “Just wanted to check on you that’s all, but if you’re busy I’ll just go—“ Her hand darts towards the doorknob and you stand up and stop her. “No.. stay. I’m not busy.” Abby never listened to someone so fast. Her eyes meet yours and she looks around the door nervously. There was a small smile on her face. You found her nervous smile cute. You place your hand on her face, gently turning her face to look at you.

“Keep those pretty eyes on me, Abby.” You whisper to her as you look her in the eyes. Her face heats up again as you speak to her in that soft voice. “God.. why do you do this to me?” She asked as she looked at you. Her eyes linger on your lips and then returning to your eyes. For the time she’d become acquainted with you, never did she think she’d be here feeling so tempted to ask you out. “Abby..” You whispered to her again as you looked at her, getting a little closer to her. “I like you.” “I like you too. Please let me kiss you.” She sounded so needy, and you couldn’t just ignore that voice. Almost in an instant, you crash your lips against hers. It just felt so.. right. And so natural. Her hands gently touch your arm, then your back. She drags her hand up your back and gently resting it on the back of your neck. Her touch left goosebumps across your skin. God she was so gentle, and it drove you crazy. Your hand finds itself entangled in her hair that was wavy, not being in its usual braid. She let out a little whine the more she kissed you. Slowly she pushes her tongue into your mouth, and they dance furiously, intertwining in a passionate dance for a few more seconds before she pulls away to catch her breath.

You both look at eachother breathlessly. That moment alone had solidified that you had in fact fallen for eachother. “Again.” Abby says, and you nod before you begin making out again. You stumble towards a small soft. Abby sits down and you straddle her lap. Your lips were on hers for a few moments before moving to her neck. You move slowly, making her wait. Her hands rest on your hips, and occasionally slide up and down your thighs. “God, you have no idea how bad I've wanted this. Watching you all that time, the way you look at me, that voice of yours. It drives me crazy.” For the duration of the tour, you had been restricting yourself. They say not to mix love with your work life, and in some cases it would make sense. But how could you ever do that for a girl this irresistible? Of course Abby restrained herself in the same manner because she didn’t wanna ruin things between the two of you, but now you were here and you had no intention whatsoever about going back to the way things were. Every wall you’d built up had been smashed down by the flurry of emotions Abby brought to you with her touch, her voice, and her want for you. There was no ‘line’ that you could or couldn’t cross, because.. the world is infinite. And in this moment, you felt infinite. And it was all because of her. Your lips trail back up to hers for a moment before she pulls away to say something. “I swear, after this tour, I’ll properly ask you out.” Abby declares as she looks at you. “I can’t wait. I want to be with you now. Abby, I want to be your girlfriend.” You admit as you look her in the eyes. A part of her hadn’t expected that. Her eyes widen a little in shock before she smiled at you. “.. Alright then. We’re officially girlfriends.” She said with a smile before you lean down to kiss her again.

#wlfabby #tlou #the last of us #the last of us two #abby anderson #abby tlou #abby anderson x reader #abby x female!reader #abby anderson x fem!reader #tlou x reader #reader insert #adria writes #adria answers anons

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loveshotzz · 1 year

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you reblogged your whatta man masterlist🤨 dont play w my heart rn idk if i can handle it

I did reblog it! but not cause it’s done :( I was manifesting a good writing night which I think it might be! It’s not done yet, but hopefully within the next weekish. I’ll give you a lil snippet since it’s taking so long 💗

God you hated when Eddie was right.

Hazel eyes and freckles trail along his neck leading to small moles placed like the stars above you on his sun kissed skin and stubbled jaw. His chiseled nose runs down a narrow line with lips tinged pink like his cheeks, the expression on his face going from irritated to flirty in seconds flat.

“I’m - oh my god, I’m so sorry. I’m running late and no one is ever sitting there and I - Are you okay?” Talking a mile a minute, you silently scold yourself for acting like you’ve never seen a cute guy before.

“Whoa, whoa, whoa.” Raising his hands up to stop you, the press of your thighs is instant when you see the silver band wrapped around the thickness of his middle finger. “No apologies necessary honey, it was an accident.”

The endearment that leaves his mouth followed by the smirk that tugs at the corners of his lips makes you dizzy. Bending down to grab the stool off the ground a matching chain slips out from under his shirt, the glow above giving you a glimpse at the patch of thick chest hair hidden from sight.

“Besides, it’s not the first time a pretty girl has knocked me on my ass.” Folding his arms across his pecs, he leans against the brick of the bar crossing his legs at the ankles. The black boots that cover his feet look big and menacing despite his disposition.

Biting your bottom lip into a smile,you look up at him through shy lashes and you swear you hear him sigh at the sight.

“Well as long as your okay-“

“Steve.” He offers his name with the kind of smile that shows the whites of his teeth, a spark lighting in his eyes when he sees the way you react to it.

“Well you’ll probably see my face around here a lot.” you start to say doing your best to ignore the way your cheeks feel like they are on fire.

“I sure hope so.” Pulling a toothpick out of his back pocket, he slides it between his lips, jaw clenching when he bites down on the wood while his eyes roam your curves unashamed before offering you another grin.

Giggles bubble past your strawberry flavored lips making his grin widen. Tucking a strand of hair behind your ear, the muscles in your face hurt from how hard you’re smiling.

“I was gonna say, 'cause I live upstairs.” Your voice comes out sweet despite the teasing roll of your eyes as you point to your open window above.

He only breaks his stare to follow the path of your finger before all his attention is back on you. The tension growing thicker when he kicks off the wall. The soles of his boots are loud against the pavement when he closes the distance between you with two long strides. Getting close enough to smell the cinnamon on his breath, and the expensive cologne that lingers on his clothes, you forget all about your date waiting for you inside.

“Eddie’s told me all about you.” Using the tip of his tongue to push the toothpick to the other side of his mouth, his smirk tells you all you need to know.

“That’s funny, Eddie’s told me about you too.” Tracing your tongue over your top lip, you taste the fruit of your gloss as you look up at him from under hooded lids. “Steve.”

#whatta man #steve’s night #steve harrington #steve harrington smut #steve harrington x you #steve harrington x fem!reader #bouncer!steve

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yes-divine-ruler · 1 year

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Boy Next Door

part 12: Alex’s POV

pairing: alex (from adult world) x fem!reader

CW: fluff

Taglist/ @v-love @evanpetersfav @demxnicprxncess @kitwalkersgfff @quicksilversg1rl @dahmevan @iruzias @alexxavicry @soaringcloud @laynna-mcknight t @humdrumexistence @simp4petermaximoff @sultrysullen @evan4ever r @zoebens0ncult @therewasnothinginthekoolaid @therealsagasenior

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"Don't you think you guys should go out on a date?"

I stood across from Amy, my arms crossed over my chest as I leaned a hip against the front counter. I had been keeping my work colleague, Amy, up-to-date on my current situation-ship with Y/N. She was so excited for me to come into work every day and give her the spiel, that she bombarded me with questions every-time I'd walk through the door.

"Yeah, I think we should," I took into deep consideration her suggestion, realising that apart from walking Weston, hanging out at our apartments and grocery shopping, we hadn't been anywhere formally. I had to admit, I wasn't a formal person, I never really took anything too seriously.

"Go to the new restaurant down the road from here, it looks fun, or maybe a movie? I dont know what does she like?" Amy asked, stacking porn magazines into our sliding glass door shelving.

"I don't-" it dawned on me that I wasn't really too sure what she liked, apart from cooking, and hanging out at home. She seemed like she came from money, and if I'm being honest, totally innocent and naive. I wasn't even sure what kind of movie she'd like and we'd spent so much time together over the last few weeks.

"I don't really know," I confessed, rubbing a hand over my face and greeting a customer as they walked in. I flashed them a big smile but, inside I was nervous and kind of concerned with this new revelation.

I really liked Y/N, we seemed almost polar opposites, but we got on like a house on fire. She taught me how to be responsible, more mature and adult like, and I showed her how to... orgasm and smoke weed?

"A safe bet would be dinner, but I'm sure she'll like anything you plan. She seems to really like you," Amy was good at putting my anxieties at ease, and I really appreciated her reassurance.

"Thanks Ams," I shot her a genuine smile, ruffling her hair as I passed her to serve our lone customer.

—-

"What do you want?" Y/N was good at humbling me when I came to her door shirtless with my hair wet at random times in the evening. She always looked good, her hair over her shoulder, her lips curled into a mischievous grin. She wasn't as hard to crack as I originally thought though, but she was still keeping me on my toes even after all this time.

"I have a proposition, my little squirter," I felt like I was always risking upsetting her with my playfulness, but maybe she was getting used to it, because she only rolled her eyes in response.

"What might that be?" Her cheeks were now a hue of red, and I know that I did a good job at flustering her. She was so easy to work up.

"Dinner, maybe movie after?" After much deliberation I decided that maybe I'd go out on a whim and go with both options so that if one disappointed, there was always the other to fall back on.

But like Amy had said, Y/N's eyes sparkled with intrigue and her lips formed into a little smile. Her smile only made me smile more; it was so contagious. I raised my eyebrows waiting for a response, tapping my wrist with my forefinger to let her know she was taking her time.

"Okay-" she tucked a sole strand of her hair behind her ear, tucking her bottom lip between her teeth, "what time?"

"7? Movie is at 8.30," I knew she liked when I was forward and took charge. I was always like that anyway, I didn't like fucking around to try and come to a plan.

"Okay, see you then," she closed the door as I saluted her, and walked back to my apartment to change my clothes and maybe have a bowl or two. I hadn't been on a proper date in years, and I didn't want to fuck this up. The pot should be able to calm the nerves that were rampant in my stomach like a swarm of giant butterflies.

—-

"What movie have you been wanting to see?" I hadn't revealed to Y/N what movie we were watching because frankly, I hadn't chosen one. Call me a genius, but I thought I'd just buy the tickets there so that the movie definitely couldn't disappoint.

The restaurant I'd taken her to was the one Amy had suggested, fairly new and actually quite hipster. I should've known she'd suggest something so alternative, when she told me I'd have to really look out for it because it was off the beaten track. I was worried enough when they didn't answer the phone to book a reservation, let alone have to scour the Main Street for its location.

"Nothing really calls out to me, maybe the new rom-com," she smirked at me as if she knew I'd hate having to sit through a romantic comedy, but she was dearly wrong.

"I've been looking at that too, sounds cool," I smirked back when she pouted in defeat. She was just too cute.

"How's the food?" I looked down at the supposed lasagna on my plate, that had been unnecessarily deconstructed to look different. To say it didn't look too appetising was an understatement. I couldn't wait to devour a large popcorn and a pack of Reese's in the theatre.

"Pretty good," she was simple in her response, but I'd noticed she hadn't eaten as much as I did. I knew she didn't want to be rude, I was paying an abnormally big price for two unpalatable meals, and she already felt bad pushing it around mindlessly on her plate with her fork.

"You don't have to lie to me you know? You can say it's shit," I let out a laugh, not caring even an ounce that she didn't enjoy her meal because I didn't either.

"Okay," she pushed her plate into the middle of the table with a light giggle, "it's shit."

"Good," I let out a sigh of relief, "let's head to the earlier screening then, I can't even tell who's working here and who's a patron."

She held my hand tightly as we left the restaurant. Her palm was slightly clammy, but I didn't mind it. She was probably intimidated by the sight of the dingy alleyway that led us back to the street from the restaurant. Even in such dim lighting she looked undeniably beautiful, and honestly, all I could think about was making her cum again.

"Alex?"

She gave my hand a squeeze to bring me back to reality, looking up at me all doe-eyed and almost concerned. I didn't realise that I'd fallen victim to my x-rated thoughts.

"2 tickets to.. that one please," I found it too embarrassing to say the actual name of the movie, opting to point to the movie poster above our heads instead.

The guy behind the counter gave me a slight scoff before going to print our tickets. I almost wanted to punch him just for looking at me like that. It wasn't a side of me that Y/N had ever seen before and I was hoping to keep it that way. I took a deep breath, smiling through grit teeth as I snatched our tickets and led her to the snack station.

"What was that about?" She asked me, giving my hand another squeeze. She was too smart to let anything slide passed her, and for that I only adored her more. I was never really a relationship guy, I always just slept around, preferring to having my fun and then not have to wake up next to them in the morning. But something about Y/N made me want to wake up next to her and stroke her hair and make her breakfast in bed. It was a weird feeling to say the least and I didn't know how to push it back down.

"Oh nothing, he was just scoffing like an idiot, I'm not gonna stand for that shit," I was entirely honest with her, and she seemed to agree when she nodded her head.

"Yeah what was his problem?" She let out a tiny chuckle as my eyes bugged out at the sight of the popcorn, bursting from their cardboard boxes and spilling with golden-buttery-crunchy goodness. I had to grab two, and maybe that was me changing the subject, but it worked.

She followed me as I paid, grabbing a measly bottle of cold water and setting it down next to my mega-sized coke and raspberry slushy. It was almost ironic, our drinks perfectly representing our person.

She was already snacking on her popcorn, holding both boxes to her chest and trying to eat the pieces that were falling from the top. She looked like a little mouse, but in a cute way.

"Okay Stewart Little, save some for the movie," I joked, as we slid through the aisle and sat in our designated seats, way up the top and right in the back corner. Why would I want to sit anywhere else?

"Shut up Alex," she snapped back, as the previews started and she snuggled up to my side. I held my breath as I wrapped an arm around her shoulder, seeing if it would stop the hard thumping in my chest. I was always afraid she'd hear it and know how I was feeling. Why was I so afraid to show my feelings?

"Thanks for taking me out on a date, Alex," she smiled with her pearly whites and it was almost all I could notice illuminated by the movie screen.

"You're welcome sweetheart," I had to keep it cool, turning back to the screen and digging my hand in the popcorn, pretending I didn't notice the way her face heated up. My god, was she probably going to be the death of me.

#evan peters #evan peters fanfic #evan peters fanfiction #evan peters smut #evan peters requests #evan peters imagine #evan peters x reader #american horror story #2nd person pov #fem!reader #alex adult world #alex adult world x reader #alex adult world smut #alex adult world fanfiction #boy next door yes divine ruler

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fcknstar · 1 year

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,, the daily call "

- harryosborn x reader x peterparker

a.n : jokes on me i forgot to post ehhh, im gonna write for other characters, so probably a lil break from harry, but he will come back for sure. i actually didnt know how to title this because i actually imagined this shit out lmao.

warnings : none?

**lowercase intended**

walking through the busy streets of new york, you made sure not to spill the coffee you got harry on yourself or others. harry was currently on call with you asking about your whereabouts.

" ehh, i think im about 5 minutes away? but you know, may take longer. gosh will people ever just move? " your last sentence made harry laugh. harry loved your nasty and sarcastic comments you made that could be aimed to literally anyone.

" alright, just be safe okay? i dont want to get called knowing you got hurt or something. ill be waiting in the office. " harry sighed, not wanting anything happening to you knowing how clumsy you are.

" i wont- uff " as you rounded the corner, you bumped your face flat onto a chest. you were balancing your phone in between your head and shoulders, and due to the impact your phone dropped.

as you were about to pick it up and apologize to the unknown person, you saw a spiderweb sling across you and landed on your phone, flying towards someone. looking up, you saw peter.

" peter? " you breathed, opening your hand for him to place the your phone back into your hand. you were glad that you managed to save the coffee, knowing how devastated you would be if you didnt hold it tight enough.

" thats me! oh, uh. harry? scary guy isnt he? i wish you luck " winking towards you, both of you clearly knowing who harry is to peter ; his best friend. placing the phone back onto your hand, he watched you talk to harry. peter has always been your best friend. well both harry and peter. peter lasted with you longer as harry left early to boarding school, leaving you and peter alone. having you to himself, peter realized that he felt more than just platonic love. after spilling a secret about him being spiderman, he felt closer to you than ever. he would always stop by your apartment to get himself cleaned up.

watching you work on his injuries made him feel loved. how you would gently touch his skin, check whether he felt okay, whether it hurts. how you would nag for hours about being safe, how you dearly cared about him. that was when he started feeling tingly, it took him a few days to adjust to it. he tried to not make it obvious, completely unaware about how you felt about peter. but to his luck you felt the same way. you both were more than friends with benefits but not labeled as together yet.

" sorry harry, i gotta go. yes ill see you there, bye " your hand that held the coffee merely escaped peters grasp when he tried to grab it, teasingly thinking it was for him. you and harry had a habit of calling each other and making sure if one another is safe, of course it all stopped after he left. now that hes back, he expected the same. i mean he did get calls from you every morning, but youd never hung up on him, ever. so if saying that it hurt harry by abit was an understatement. harry liked you a lot. since young. he tried forgetting about you but pictures of you both flooded his phone and mind. seeing you smile in pictures pasted around his dorm room warmed him. it felt as it you were still there with him, not that you were dead, but he cut off connections with his friends in new york, which included you.

harry loved every hug you gave him, he enjoyed the little moments you gave him that he couldnt have in boarding school. of course there were girls in school who tried to be close to him, but he didnt budge.

hanging up, you shook your head. " no, thats for the sir up there " pointing towards the tall building to your right. peter leaned forward, pressing a kiss onto your lips. pulling away, showing how late you were, laughing. peters lips followed after you, indicating how 'needy' he was.

sighing, you pressed a kiss, feeling a smile appear on peters features, making you smile too.

" alright, alright lover boy, i have to go " you slapped his cheeks teasingly, making peter chuckle.

when you got to harrys office, you saw him playing with his bouncy ball that you got him as a replacement when he lost his.

" harry, sorry for hanging up, i had some things going- " you havent finished your sentence when harry stopped you.

" its whatever. " you could tell harry was mad. walking towards him with his coffee, you swung it softly infront of him hoping hed accept it.

not being able to resist you, he gave in. " thank you. " he smiled when the taste of his favorite coffee hit his tongue.

what you didnt know was that he saw every bit of the little interaction you had with peter. including the spiderweb stunt.

#imagines #oneshots #dane dehaan #harry osborn x reader #tasm!harry osborn #tasm!harry osborn x reader #valerian #valerian and the city of a thousand planets #valerianxreader #andrew garfield x you #andrew garfield x female reader #andrew garfield x reader #andrew garfield #peter parker x reader #peter parker #tasm!peter x reader #tasm!peter imagine #tasm fic #tasm!peter fluff

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mooodyblue · 1 year

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Just watched the egg roulette with Austin and it gave me the greatest idea of what if AUSTINS in headspace this time and when he’s playing and everything he’s just a growly nose scrunchy lil guy 🥺🥺🥺 I’m just thinking of all the ideas and I have more faith in you to pull them off than me ❤️

okay so!! i was trying to think of how to write a lil smth smth for little!austin (which if it's not your cup of tea, scroll past and dont read!) and could not for the life of me think of anything so i hope some little headcannons are okay! 🫶🏼 i've thought about little!austin but wasn't sure how people would take it since with elvis it's different, if it's something people are interested in, i'll be happy to write more :) i have lots of thoughts abt little!austin hehe

little!austin headcannons 💗

(once again, if you don't like, then scroll past! this is how i cope okay!!!!!!!)

warnings: sfw agere, little space, written at 3am

it's safe to say, you were definitely surprised when you came home one day to austin curled up on the couch, plushie in his arms, thumb in between his lips as a cartoon played in the background while he was asleep

you'd never seen austin so embarrassed when he saw you standing there, his face a deep shade of red.

of course, you assured him that it was okay and that you loved him no matter what. he was overjoyed when you asked about taking care of him, happily bouncing up and down and showing you the plushies he kept in the closet away from you, introducing them one by one. he was just so excited to finally have someone take care of him.

he's such a polite boy, always so full of joy and getting excited over the smallest things. says "thank you, momma!" every.single.time. he never forgets.

he does have a bad habit of sticking his fingers in his mouth though, sometimes he doesn't realize he's doing it, sometimes he does and just wants you to notice so you'll go upstairs and get him his paci.

although he always slips when he gets overwhelmed with his work or when he comes home after a stressful day of press, he sometimes slips when you just let him lay in your lap as you play with his hair. or when he sees a plushie he absolutely needs. or when you playfully call him a good boy over and over again. he's good at fighting it though, as he's been doing it for a long time in an attempt to hide it from you. although, now that he can freely do it in front of you, it's been getting harder for him to fight it sometimes.

he loves, loves, loves playing. whether it be a board game with you, him playfully smashing buttons on a baby guitar or keyboard, or even with his little play kitchen. he's always smiling and enjoying himself. when you two play games to together, he scrunches his nose when hes deep in thought or too focused in his decision. he sometimes scrunches his nose at you when he thinks he made a good move, which he doesn't most of the time but you always let him win anyway

whenever he's coloring something really tricky, he has his tongue poking out when he's focused. sometimes he scrunches his nose when he messes up, but that's okay! it just makes his picture more unique!

although he loves to cook for you and occasionally bake, he loves to help you in the kitchen when he's little. especially when you're baking. "momma, can i lick the spoon, please?" he asks you, giving you little puppy dog eyes with his those pretty, blue eyes you love so much. obviously you let him, who can resist that face?

he's a squishmallow enjoyer!!! idc!!

although he definitely has every single elvis build a bear just because...duh.

the deeper he is into his headspace, the more quiet and shy he gets. but when he's comfortable, he's very chatty.

definitely a little clumsy. after spilling 5 cups of apple juice over a short period of time, you finally broke down and bought him a few sippy cups. now, he refuses to walk around the house without it filled. he loves juice and refuses to drink anything else.

this boy loves his fruit snacks.

he loves those baby sensory videos where it has the little fun music with the fruits dancing in the background. you don't mind him watching cartoons, but sometimes you need something to keep him focused while you clean up around the house.

he loves laying outside with you just looking at the stars and the moon at night, you even put little glow in the dark star stickers up on the ceiling in your bedroom just for him.

because he's a good boy, he never argues when it's naptime or time for bed. at least most of the time.

he's a very sleepy boy :)

loves his little silky pajamas, he always wants to be warm and comfy before getting into bed

sometimes he'll ask for a bedtime story, sometimes he just wants to be snuggled up to you while you play with his hair

he loves looking up and counting the little stars you put on the ceiling to help him fall asleep faster

he doesn't always need his paci before bed, but after a long day he definitely needs it, he still can't kick that habit of his.

he truly is the best boy you could ever ask for and could not imagine being with anyone else 💓🧸

#austin x reader #austin butler x reader #like i said ..... if this isn't for you that's okay!#i could have written more but i was getting carried away #this was super comforting to write though <3 #double posting today wheeeee

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nerves-nebula · 1 year

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Btw i’ve now given u the title: Babes bc u radiate those vibes (idk u just do(personally think it’s a good nickname)) so immma be calling u that from now on (unless you tell me not, i do respect boundaries)

now onto a headcannon i have for ur neglected turtles:

as a kid in a shitty situation i made breakfast for my family and made it all pretty and shit (it was waffles and kfc biscuits stacked up on a plate with kfc butter and syrup packets at the bottom of the bread pyramid) and my dad eventually walked in and i showed it to him. He was high as balls (red eyes and everything, absolutely zooted) and looked at me with a blank face before walking out of the house (it was a small trailer so the entrance was in the kitchen/living room) and i felt super invalidated, like my heart sank and shit. And my mom walked in and saw the whole thing, told me not to worry about it, chased my dad down and started yelling at him in the street. I ate a lil of the breakfast by myself and that was that. I mean it’s not a super bad memory but it happened yk?

feel like a similar thing would happen to Mikey and Raph would get pissed @ Splinter, and Mikey would just have to eat the damn carb plate while Don just walks in and is like ‘what’s up? are those waffles?’

Raph is perpetually pissed at Splinter, but also yields to his authority (and is afraid of him), so he wouldn't say anything about it TO splinter. I think Raph would focus more on thanking Mikey for making/helping with breakfast, despite little Mikey's clear disappointment in their dad not caring (this would be when Mikey's a little guy, and hasn't learned to hate his dad a lot yet)

you know what this reminds ME of? once when we were younger (young enough that we still went on field trips with the homeschooling group before it imploded) my mom woke us all up really really early in the morning.

Now, my mom would make home made granola bars (they were really good, if I recall) and she thanked one of my siblings for taking them out so that they wouldnt burn. and my sibling was like "uhhh I didn't take them out" and after asking around we found out that my YOUNGEST SISTER was the one who took them out. which was insane, cause she was super fucking tiny!! She shouldn't even have been around an oven unsupervised !! but no one else was around so she just ??? grabbed some mits and did it herself?? and we were like super proud of her but also like HEY MAYBE DON'T DO THAT AGAIN HAHA???

also yeah donnie comes in like "woah are those waffles. nice"

edit: oh yeah, and i don't mind Babes. i like nicknames, but dont think i've ever actually gotten one. fun!

#nnstuff #ask #teenage mutant neglected turtles #child abuse tw #tmnt mikey

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kenjiyabuki · 4 months

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so here are some thoughts about DMD Friendship the Reality while we are nearing the end

yeah yeah its not that deep but actually no one caring/talking about a show makes me want to write a LONG ASS POST bc i cant get gratification from going through the tags and reading opinions lmaoooooo so HERE damn okkk i will make the content i want to see in the world i guess dont mind me......😞

im not even the biggest Domundi fan but i was intrigued by the premise of this show. i mean it's a basically fake dating show (like one of their challenge rewards was getting to sleep in a suite together as if they are there to date for real) and the end prize isnt just an acting opportunity as it comes w the big decision of choosing a looooooong time acting partner. so i wanted to see how they would do it. BOC did a similar thing w The Hidden Character which i dropped halfway in bc it was too long and i found the challenges to be irrelevant to the ending goal. this show is the opposite of that and thats why ive been enjoying it.

it is edited to be concise (only 5 eps) and honestly, is quite tranquil. all the challenges were about things they will be required to do in the future as DMD actors/idols and stakes aren't even that high. You could always guess who would win before they even started (((like of course broody model guys won the photoshoot challenge and guy w two series under his belt won the acting one, DUH))) but it was still enjoyable to watch. show's goal isn't to generate tension and competitiveness. it is more of a workshop/chemistry building camp and also a way to introduce the new generation and get the fans warm up/attached to them.

as i spent time in bl fandom sphere, i've come to realize introducing a new gen is tricky. i thought everyone would be ecstatic to see new blood and a lil bit of mix and match but BL fans are reaaaaaaaaaaally attached to their faves and generally see newcomers as threats who will take opportunities from their already neglected (!) precious babies (e.g. just couple weeks ago FortPeat fans were protesting the new lesbian side couple in the upcoming show for stealing screen time from their faves, which is a joke in itself). this kind of show is genius way to get people to warm up to idea of new faces. at the end of the the day, these fans' weakness is two beautiful boys indulging in sweet moments they can be delulu over and considering how ships were already born from the first episode, DMD FTR succeeded in their goal.

LETS TALK ABOUT THE BOYS :-) *this starts playing*

I had to make this during first ep bc they are all dark haired boys w similar builds so I kept confusing them lmaoooooo (Tle not pictured as he joined later)

i will firstly talk about the fan favorite possible "couples";

KengNamping, the quiet visual couple and yes I love em!!!! they were kinda the only "conflict" in this very conflict free competition.

is Keng the CALMEST person I've ever seen? Latte is laid back too but Keng is just seems zen. sometimes (in the face of conflict) he just seemed hard to read but mostly he has such a calming presence. honestly, he should open an ASMR channel if this acting gig doesn't work out.

Namping also comes off very warm and graceful. him being "wow I'm finally in the winner suite" to Keng after finally getting chosen in ep4 made me laugh like DAMN he really was offended by what happened in ep1 and kept letting it slip. Idc, you are so right my prince and don't ever let Keng forget what he did to you...

when it comes to the possibility of them as a couple: i am kinda here for it while also not knowing if i actually believe in their "moments" in the show? Namping definitely set his sights on him from the beginning but Keng seemed nonchalant about it. Keng finally choosing Namping after his win, their sweet moment on the bed etc. seemed to me like classic reality show moment prompted by production to fit a certain narrative WHILE ThomasKong's pseudo-date-night chats seemed very real and spontaneous.

they do visually have chemistry, i'm not gonna act like i wasn't blushing when Keng trying to flirt during dinner or Namping softly touching a sleepy Keng's chin in the bed etc. Or even in ep2, when Namping tries to confront Keng about his pick but they are too timid and just unable to talk about it openly!!! arrghhh it's a hard to watch moment but still, made them more intriguing because they had such a tension between them. it would be a shame if it wasn't explored more. that tension can be channeled into an angsty series, just saying...

So, they def have a long way to go in their bond and arent comfortable like LatteFirst or ThomasKong but still, they are a strong contender and I would be glad to see them as a couple in a show. Namping already got my attention in the acting challenge and wonders can be achieved w a lil bit of workshop. they got the juice already!!!

Now, lets talk about ThomasKong.............

me watching Thomas relentlessly chatting Kong up since THE FIRST EPISODE

so I knew LatteFirst are set be a side couple in upcoming Love Upon a Time but i was confused to see why everyone on Twitter was already going cuckoo over these two random boys until i saw them interacting... Wow, like Thomas really came here w one mission: get Kong and leave.

because Thomas is such a flirt like DAMNNN😳😳😳😳he needs to be jailed for carrying lethal amounts of charm... IT MUST BE SAID: I love his fits w those thin glasses, he should've been wearing those in those office BLs he was in because he has been serving "office siren". Tiktok girlies eat your heart out.

while Kong isn't the best at acting or singing (he is the best KengNamping shipper tho and i LOVE a fudanshi BL actor), he definitely would win Mr. Congeniality if they were giving that title. he naturally and effortlessly has great on screen charisma. he is a certified cutie and the only one who can get real full belly laughs from Thomas!!!

i think what they managed in the acting challenge is the testament to their palpable chemistry. acting wise they weren't perfect (naturally, their uneven acting experience levels were apparent) but they were the only one who managed to tonal shift in their scenes. it's because they were the only ones who played into the romantic subtext of the scene. they also held eye contact for the longest (because they are comfortable w each other and not shy!!!), which elevated their chemistry and made me AND the judges giggle and roll our hair and kick our feet and shit!!!!!!!!!!!!

they are obviously the most likely to win the show and they deserve it too. no matter the result of the show, i want see them carrying a series as mains because they can and should. i also believe DMD won't fumble their bag, so i am not worried about it.

to conclude, I will quote Zee,

then we come to LatteFirst, the kinda established couple: in the ep5 preview, we see First trying to choose between Latte and the newcomer Tle, which seemed random to me and could be a production touch to create conflict in this very smooth sailing show.

i loved seeing Latte being nonchalant about the possibility of First choosing someone else, what a laid back guy. like Mio in THC, every BL reality show needs a half asleep and occasionally funny dude.

now i am thinking; what if First chose Tle, would he also replace Latte in LUAT bc DMD doesn't really fuck w mixing matching their couples. i honestly don't know where did all that come from but i feel like the result wont be too shocking, First and Latte are already really close and comfortable and got The Chemistry. need i remind of Latte punching the air a la Judd Nelson at the end of The Breakfast Club when it was announced they both chose each other for the dinner date? and their sweet and comfortable banter on that said date??? let's put our pens to work and write a friends to lovers rom-com for the boys based on that material please...

i dont think they are likely to win but might be strong contender. i just want to see them as a side couple in LUAT (hopefully this year!!!!) so they can develop themselves and their bond a little bit more before getting to a main couple level. their sweet friendship shouldn't go to waste!!! (is it obvious i am more drawn to BL couples who are besties in real life?)

damn this post is about to be a novella so i will make it short about Gems, TeeTee and Tle, i hope Gems won't be too upset about getting slighted again 😥 like i said, stakes aren't high on this show and results are always obvious: these guys are going back home empty handed, we all know it. they are all charismatic and VERYYY talented but i just felt like none of them really focused on "getting a partner" part of the show, not just the main challenges. even TeeTee who was picked by Thomas and Keng seemed kinda uninterested about partnering up. but you cant really force chemistry and i am sure they will get many more opportunities in the future. they already started their fanbase!!! i cant stand to see Gems so upset, i hope he wont be too sad.

these are my opinions. maybe the ending will do a whole 180 and idk, GemsKeng or TleKong or some other random couple will win, who knows???? cant wait to watch the new overly airbrush filtered, Cheewin directed DMD show up to like 5 episodes and then get bored and drop it and follow the rest from gifs!!! good luck to the boys <3

#dmd friendship the reality #ThomasKong #KengNamping #LatteFirst #domundi

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bitterkarmaa · 1 year

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OHOHOHO IS THAT ANGST I SMELL? ok ok ok but if you dont mind me hopping onto the abandonment thing - IMAGINE Eclipse gets worse to the point either the others start to seemingly abandon him (more like avoiding because i can see the arguments Eclipse's growingego would bring)

OR HE ABANDONS THEM because of what you said in him not feeling the need for their approvel anymore - so should the star leave him there is that moment of horror when he realises no ones gonna help him because in his arrogance he pushes them away and the star left him for dead and its his fault once again he brought this upon himself.

Oh how bitter that karma must feel, now its happened not once but twice

So he's lying there, dying, desperate, terrified because he is once again alone and he did this to himself and its worse because he actually had another chance, one that only he has ruined and now has no chance of getting back again.

Unless...

Someone comes back for him - Moon, Lunar or Rays even! Maybe Rays is the first? He comes back and sits with Eclipse (maybe the others follow suit?) and maybe the star also returns too when Eclipse shows genuine sorrow for his actions or maybe Rays himself convinced the star to give Eclipse another chance?

I chose Rays specifically since i figured it would be interesting given how he was the first to notice the star in Eclipse, when even mr clips himself had no idea (nor did Moon the guy who made the thing) so maybe he'd have some sort of influence over it? Especially since the star allowed Eclipse to use its power to rescue himself and Rays.

But it could be anyone else too! Moon who willingly brings the star he made back to his once (and possibly nearly again) mortal enemy, or maybe Lunar is the one to convince Moon to bring it to Eclipse, reflecting the first fic when he told Moon he didn't want to leave Eclipse to die? So many options!

ANYWAYS THATS MY LIL RANT LMAO SORRY FOR THE WORD WALL BUT IT GAVE ME SO MANY BRAIN WORMS HDKFJGH

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The eyes that stared back at him weren’t familiar anymore. At one point, he would’ve called this feeling surreal and dismissed it. Would’ve claimed to have been paranoid.

White has taken over his single iris, drowning the normal orange that resides there. He has felt off all day. Weaker. For all the power he held, it’s almost ironic.

He carefully reaches out to the glass, a clawed hand coming to rest on the smooth, cool surface of the mirror.

He stares at himself as the white gleam vanishes from his eye, replaced by his piercing ember stare once again. Like fire rests in his gaze, contained only by his hand and will.

He twinges. It’s still too soon.

Unsteadily, he makes his way back to the corner. The generator hums mockingly as he settles by it’s side, leaning his head back, a heavy sigh leaving his mouth.

The cable hangs pathetically from his chest, constant pain radiating through his body with each simulated breath he takes. Things are shutting down.

But the others can’t know. They don’t.

Just as a reminder, the star has stayed with him. It sits off to the side of the room, its glow no longer comforting. Waiting for admittance that won’t come. One hand raises up in front of him, single eye examining brutally sharp claws that shift in and out of focus.

This is all his fault. He should’ve listened. Sun was right when he said that he was reverting to his old ways.

And that’s what’s going to get him killed, isn’t it?

A silhouette come into view, standing at the other end of the room, overshadowed by the darkness that is not illuminated by the single light that dangles from the ceiling.

He wants to apologize, but it wouldn’t do him any good at this point. He’s dug himself too deep this time around.

The cold sinks into him, just like before, and this time he can’t help the tears that come to his eyes, spill down his face, drip over his sad, shaky smile as he feels the air sharpen like icicles into his body.

The star twinkles hauntingly, hearing it whisper to him, shame him, tell him the truth that he spent so long denying.

The figure moves forwards slowly, stiffly. Two gleaming red eyes gaze down at him in clear pity, and he doesn’t have the energy to be offended by it.

In that moment, it didn’t matter who was standing before him. He raises his hands, grasping loosely at a torn, faded sleeve. Faint whispers of blue and grey hide amongst the wear.

“Listen-“ Eclipse rasps, breathlessly. He grits his teeth against the pain. “You need to- you need to tell them that-“ It’s like he’s choking on his own words, a sob wracking through his body as tears spill more freely down his face.

“Tell them that I’m sorry.”

Much to his surprise, the animatronic that overshadowed him kneels down to his level, reaching out with long, thin claws to wipe away Eclipse’s tears.

“Tell them yourself.”

The last thing he remembers is being scooped up off the ground, the cable torn from his chest in a show of sparks and screams.

#karmas bitter but so am i #karma’s bitter #sun and moon show #the sun and moon show #tsams #sams eclipse #fnaf sun and moon #fnaf sun and moon au #a drabble 4 u #sams killcode #tsams eclipse #kb drabbles #kb eclipse #kb killcode #just cause I’m goofy and silly #might sprinkle some pain on you

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dangopango00 · 3 months

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COLLEGE BAND AU HEADCANONS

Legato x gn reader

It was pretty rude of me to just randomly put an au fic without explanation so heres the explanation bye still self indulgent; always will be i fear

more utc

- OK FIRST ABOUT HIM. He works for knives still but in this au his job is to cause vash suffering by 😭😭… outselling him??? Ridonkulous ik but go with it

- Knives wants him to outsell vash so vash realizes that art and human creativity is obsolete and instead help him run his tech/AI company that also focuses on helping global warming (humans suck they should die. robots go!)

- Hes apart of a band to rival Vash’s and ofc its the Gung Ho Guns; he hired them to play for him

- Tbh i think their genre isnt set in stone bc theyre purely doing this to outsell vash so I think theyd keep the core of it rock or indie but it has a lot of shifting gears, doing wtv gets the most traction

- Legato is the bassist but he knows keyboard if their keyboardist is absent

- I think legato writes most of the songs himself (to impress knives ofc this is still HIS mission afterall) and gets a lil sad and defensive if it flops LMFAO even if its just his first album; considering how Knives talked down on music Legato thought it’d be somewhat easy

- It DEFINITELY took him a while to write things that had some semblance of humanity in it tbh he had to have either another less emotionally stunted member write it or a ghost writer but he did still practice writing in his spare time since he had nothing better to do

- NOW ABOUT YALL. Ur roommates in a college dorm; if it were up to him he’d have an apartment but knives wanted him to keep an eye on vash and vash lives on campus

- He only has like one or two official rules as roommates but if ur pissing him off with sth thats not on the list he WILL let u lnow LOL

- The only rules established off rip are:

1. MYOB

2. Do not touch him (no tolerance rule if u touch him without permission he WILL be out of there asap even if its a lot of trouble and will probably even idk push u or sth ignore u forever, hope and pray on ur downfall idk its hard to translate his violent tendencies to modern society without getting him arrested ok)

- You often eat together when he isnt busy tbh usually in silence but its ok its comfortable silence (to him at least)

- Ok im gonna try to say this in the least creepy way possible but like. He likes to observe you for inspiration HEAR ME OUT. Just seeing u go about ur day and since hes always in first person POV seeing someone else just… live gives him immense inspiration on what to write

- He also gets inspo from other artists and heres where u come in hehe. You are a solo artist who doesn’t show your face and your speaking voice is pretty much completely different from ur singing voice (Not like insanely different but if you heard the two separately you wouldnt really connect the dots unless ur one of those people who connect voices easily + depending on ur genre u could be using a completely different tone of voice than usual)

- Your genre is a little similar to Legato’s in the fact that although you keep your core component (Love theme IMO but hey i dont make the rules yes i doo) you change around the other moving parts such as the instruments or wtv so he listens to your music often though he never really thought it would be you; just never really thought about the possibility

- Im not gonna say hes like obsessed with your artist persona or anything but he does (as much as he would rather khs than admit it since according to Knives music is the bane of this world) greatly enjoy your music and often finds himself getting your songs stuck in his head

- Hes def a gatekeeper i mean this is the guy who can name every song in ur discography (Not saying much though since you dont post too often)

- ANYWAY u have no idea this is going on since hes prone to just listening to music in his headphones rather than showing you or blasting it for the world to hear so ur relationship is developing as normal roommates

- You often get him stuff from the college snack shack and in return he often gives u whatever he doesnt want from the dining hall (that sounds crappy but its usually good stuff like ur fave fruit or cheese and crackers or sth)

- After u become a bit closer going on trips together becomes common not like vacation but like a little drive to a department store or him taking you with him to practice/performances

- SPEAKING OF PRACTICE U work part time at a coffee shop and it has a practice room which is where he usually brings his band it sounds random but I’ve encountered a coffee place like this before ok

- Killing two birds with one stone, he gets to see you on his way in and out and he gets a quiet place to practice + Vash often brings his band here too so ig killing two birds and one afterthought with one stone

- Other GHGs (NOT greenhouse gasses. Gung ho guns) think that ur another one of his groupies probably 💀 he def has tons i fear

- He def writes songs about you or rather than about you, references how u make him feel but he is in denial and thinks feelings are embarrassing so hes just like no they just gave me inspiration

- Its ok though the only one he has to justify himself to is himself bc hes like. The only one who knows its about u since his songs are never rlly about romance and in the rare cases that they are its very subtle

- When, if ever, he feels ready for touch he frames it like hes doing u a favor lmao “I will allow you to (blank)” he is tbh

Random Misc:

- Hes majoring in Ecology or Conservation Biology prob minoring in sth like computer science (his entire life surrounds Knives what did u expect)

- Sleeps in his daytime clothes and ur always like ???? Esp bc he wears jeans often… U two went to the department store one time and u convinced him to let u buy him pajamas so he could wash the day clothes overnight

- Hes a big ass fan of vinyls and cds and just physical ways of owning things like music or games but wont admit to himself he likes it its just for the aesthetic ok even though he has a record and cd player

- Wants to cut ur hair and feels like its one of the most intimate things u could do without having to touch too much (forever subscribed to knives cut his hair hc)

- If u have a lot of accessories and generally just a lot of stuff he gets annoyed if it isnt properly organized and will organize it for u wnv hes having writers block

- If ur an artist he has u make his merch designs n stuff 😍😍 he pays very generously he rlly dgaf abt money tbh + Knives sponsoring him

A/N: irrelevant but idk whether to imagine him as tristamp or trigun design like both are so good but Ok im done yapping ty

#legato x you #legato bluesummers x reader #legato x reader #legato trigun #trigun band au #trigun modern au #trigun college au #trigun stampede #trigun #legato bluesummers #ridiculous men x reader lol #sobbing (literal)#legato and i should kiss #deranged men #yapping

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