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simpcityy · 10 months

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I’m Not Her (Father Miguel O’Hara x Teen! Daughter Reader)

Summary: Miguel O’Hara is your biological father but it’s not great being his daughter when he’s hooked in the past still.

Disclaimer: I do not own Marvel or any of its characters. This is very short as well! Just a little prompt I thought also, I know the song is about a girl who loves a boy etc., but I thought of it more as father and daughter way. *Ahem* Him thinking of Gabi rather than the present daughter he has…I’m sorry if I confused you.

Word Count: 500

Warnings: Use of female pronouns, Use of (Y/N), angst, Father Miguel, overall, it’s just sad. Uhhh I think that is all for now.

Pt.1 Pt.2 Pt.3 Pt.4 Pt.5 Pt.6

Being the biological daughter of Miguel O’Hara has its ups and downs but mostly downs according to you. Walking through the Spider Society, you held some reports from Jess, she was on her way to hand them over to your father but seeing the kind person you are, you decided to do it for her so she can rest. You're amazed how a woman so pregnant can still fight. Walking down the halls, you were alone with your thoughts. The time he left to be a father to another girl..a girl named Gabriella…were you not enough for him? What did Gabi have that you didn’t? So many thoughts running through your head only to be snapped from hearing Mayday giggling in the room. Taking a deep breath, you pushed in ready for the chaos. “Hey! (Y/N)!” Peter smiles holding an energetic child. “Hey” You responded before looking over at Miguel who was looking at the videos that hurt you the most. Videos of him and Gabriella. You only frown a bit before masking it. “I'll just drop this off” You dropped the files onto a flat surface before walking to the door. “Hey Boo! You going to ask him?” Lyla appears in front of you smiling. You look at her and back to Miguel before shaking your head. “No…he has better things to do” You whisper walking through her, leaving. Lyla watches you staying quiet before next to Miguel. “Files were dropped.” She brought him back to reality. “Hmm? Who?” He mutters looking at the AI. He goes down his platform and picks up the files you left. “(Y/N) did, she was here not long ago” Lyla looks at her phone scrolling through it. Miguel looks at the door where you left not long ago.

Sitting out on the roof of your dimension, your thoughts only seem to be filling you up with anger. Why did he leave you to be a father for another kid…yeah, she lost her father but so did you…he left you to be with her. You groan out in frustration before looking at the time. “There is not enough time left” You mutter before getting up and going back to the house. A home where you stopped waiting for him to come home. Upon reaching your room, you changed into your pjs before walking over to the kitchen. Opening the fridge, you pulled out a cake you ordered yourself from your favorite shop. Placing it on the table, you put the candles on and sat down in front of it. “Happy Birthday to me…happy birthday to me…” You began to sing before letting out a sob. Your candles were put out from your tears. Another year alone and many more to go.

“If I could be her…but I’m not her and she’s not me.”

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Authors note: This was just little one-shot. An idea that always comes to mind whenever I listen to that amazing song! I am working on part 3 of the Biomedical Engineer x Miguel. Hopefully this weekend it comes out along with the last part of my first father figure Miguel x reader. Please check those out if you haven’t. I’m stuck if I should make this into a full series as well, but I don’t know if people would interest in it. Anyways, as always sorry for any grammar errors. Thank you all for the support! Remember to stay hydrated and to keep on simping! (Simp City Population: 62!) Thank you so much for the follows and please you are welcome to reblog my works for others to be aware of this new Miguel O’Hara simp writer!

#miguel ohara x reader #miguel o'hara #miguel ohara fic #across the spiderverse fic #miguel o'hara x y/n #miguel ohara x fem!reader #miguel ohara x platonic reader #Miguel O’Hara x daughter reader #father figure miguel ohara

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mykneeshurt · 1 year

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Breath work

Am I a ghost simp? Damn right baby, since I played that menace back in 2009. All the edits on tik tok have gotten me feral and frothing at the mouth. He could break my neck and I’d thank him, so have a quick one from me (☞ ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)☞

I have other ideas I’m working on, but I work full time so please bare with ✨

Feedback always welcome, I DO NOT own the mask line we all know and love, it was too good not to put in here. I DO NOT own any of the characters mentioned. I do not own the gif, credited on the tag line.

Warnings - breath play, vaginal sex, rough, unprotected sex, quick sex, no minors! Get outta here.

I tried to keep him the silent type, and everything he says I said to myself in his accent first lmfao to see if it sounded good 😂

The first time you met Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley was when you were introduced to Task Force 141, as a new Special Forces Sargent. The rest of the team welcomed you with open arms, keen to get to know you. John ‘Soap’ McTavish and you soon become good friends. But Ghost? Nothing. He barely even acknowledged you. You were all currently at base in Herefordshire, training whilst waiting for your next mission instructions.

Your down time was spent at the firing rage letting off some steam. It was early November so there was a chill in the air. As you led on your stomach lining up your target you took in a deep breath to steady your aim. Squeezing the trigger the shot fired and the butt of the gun kicked back into your firm shoulder. Bullseye. Smiling to your self you sat up on your knees taking in the clean morning air. ‘Not bad’ a gruff voice rang out behind you making you jump. Spinning around you saw Ghost stood before you, his intimidating frame casting a shadow with the morning sun.

‘Not bad?’ You asked completely offended, who does he think he is? He barely speaks two words to you and now he’s critiquing your marksmanship? You got to your feet in a huff and barged past him, placing your rifle on the table. He stood arms crossed against his wide chest, his biceps bulging underneath his khaki jumper. You stood drinking him in, all of him. He stood at roughly 6’2, towering above you and you 5’5 medium build. Thick strong thighs sat under his tight cargo trousers begging to be touched.

He let out a small sigh ‘yeah not bad, could do with brushing up on your breath work though.’ Was he actually doing this? You were a special forces Sargent who specialised in weapons? Sure he was good, you’d seen his record but was he as good as you? Surely not?

Scowling at him you crossed your own arms closing off your body, ‘fine, you can show me. Seeing as I’m clearly not up to your standard.’ Grabbing your rifle you walked back over to him slamming it into his chest. Fuck, you thought to yourself, his chest was rock hard. You felt heat rush to your cheeks as you let go of the gun, catching his gaze.

If you’d have known any better you’d say you saw a slight movement in his eyes indicative of a smirk. Ghost led prone on the floor, his right knee bent parallel to his hips. His ass looked phenomenal in that position, it was only when you heard 3 rounds go off did you avert your gaze back to the target. Damn, fucker was fast. Seeing him do that in the flesh was … something else. He peered over his shoulder at you, the white skull detail was stark contrast the black paint he kept on around his eyes. ‘Try again, I’ll help you’ he gestured.

Rolling your eyes you led next to him on the floor, you’d never been this close before. Your left arm brushed against his as you took hold of your rifle, your hip in line with his as you brought you knee up to position. You took aim as Ghost took hold of your shoulders slightly altering your position. His grip was firm, his large hands encasing your shoulders with ease. He trailed his hands to your ribs ‘breathe in’ he commanded. Taking a breath in to steady yourself was torture, you felt like you were going to explode. ‘Hold it here’ he said as he gripped your chest, your heart was pounding at his touch. As you held your breath at his desired depth you squeezed the trigger, one, two, three times. Hitting the bullseye again but this time it felt cleaner.

‘Better.’ He said finally letting go of your ribs. You let out a shaky breath, ‘thanks, sir.’ You mumbled, feeling him slightly tense next to you. If there was one thing you had noticed about Ghost, it was his eyes. Dusky blue peering out of his black skull balaclava which he never took off. They always seemed so empty, glazed over and yet always full of emotion. He never outwardly showed much emotion during missions, he and Soap were close and he trusted his team. Soap always told you about his great sense of humour, but he was yet to share that with you. You were nearly always paired with Gaz or Captain Price in the field.

Ghost got to his feet before helping you up, his firm grip on your hand and the ease he pulled you up with further made your heart pound in your chest. He’s your lieutenant, your superior, you shouldn’t be having these feelings … these thoughts. Your mind wandered to what his hands would feel like around your thro … ‘alright love?’ Ghost asked interrupting your train of thought. Flustered you let go of his hand and tucked a stray piece of hair behind your ear. ‘Oh, yeah, sorry, not with it today.’ Your hair was normally slicked back into a tight bun, as per regulations. But no one bothered you out here this early, so you’d wear your hair in a loose plait instead.

‘That was a good shot, hold your breath just like I showed you. You’ll be making cleaner shots in no time.’ You smiled up at him through your thick lashes. ‘How did you know I was down here?’ He visibly tensed, staring with his arms crossed across his chest, staring right at you. ‘I always know where you are.’ He replied bluntly.

He took a step forward closing the space between you, his gaze never faltered from yours. Your breath hitched in your throat and you instinctively took a step backwards. ‘W … what?’ You stammered, surprised but not afraid.

He reached forward and grabbed your belt pulling you into him, you slammed into his firm chest. He snaked his hand to the back of your neck, his gaze becoming suddenly more intense. You placed your hands on his abdomen, your nails firmly gripping his jumper. You could feel his breath beneath his mask brushing over your flushed skin. Short shallow breaths escaped your lips, as you searched his eyes for any clue of what he was thinking.

Nothing.

‘Simon?’ You stuttered beneath your breath ‘what are you doing?’ His hand cradled the base of your skull and neck, his thumb and forefinger adding slight pressure. His eyes darted from your eyes to your lips and back again, pupils dilated. Yet he still seemed un phased by what he was doing. You licked your dry plump lips, all moisture seeming to have escaped your mouth. His eyes flicked down again, if you hadn’t have been concentrating you would have missed it. His gloved hand still gripping onto your belt as he pulled you closer still. He brought his head to your ear ‘I 𝑎𝑙𝑤𝑎𝑦𝑠 want to know where you are’ he growled.

You clenched your thighs together, his deep voice ricocheting through your body. The tension between you two was building, something had to give. It was a matter of time of who would break first. His clean but musky smell invaded your nostrils further heightening how aroused you were. You looked up at him with doe like eyes, lips slightly parted.

‘Take it off’ you asked looking at his mask.

‘Negative.’

‘Why? Are you ugly?’ You smirked.

‘Quite the opposite’ he replied, sounding amused. Slowly you creeped your hand up his chiselled body, searching his eyes for any objection. As you got to the base of his mask you slipped a finger under the fabric, the pressure of the back of your neck increased. His eyes never straying from yours, fuck this guy is intense.

You slowly brought your other hand to the bottom of his mask and began to roll it up. His defined stubbled chin and full lips came into view. Slowly you traced your thumb around his lips, before slowly dragging your thumb on his bottom lip. Managing to get a glimpse of his white straight teeth. His grip on your belt tightened, so much so you could hear the crunch of the leather. His breath smelt like mint as it caressed your face. You traced your thumb again, this time placing your other hand on the side of his neck. His pulse felt steady, almost relaxed, because of course it did. His skin was warm and soft to the touch, as you grazed your nails along the back of his neck. You broke eye contact first, glancing at his lips, silently begging him to make to make the first move.

Without warning he dropped his hand from your neck to your ass and lifted you with ease. Coaxing you to wrap your legs around his waist, which you did without hesitation. He took a few steps before your back met with the brick wall of the shelter with a dull thud. The thud caused an involuntary moan to slip past your lips whilst you tried to catch your breath. As your lips parted Ghost met them with his own, his kiss tasted of pure desperation. Desperation to taste you, to feel you, to claim you. His other hand still cradled the back of your head, where he placed it to stop it from hitting the brick.

He led the kiss, opening your mouth with his, his tongue meeting yours as he tightened his grip in your hair. Breathless he pulled away ‘fuckin’ hell’ he muttered. Another moan escaped you as you caught your breath, tightening your legs around his waist. Begging for some friction to release the tension. ‘Dirty fuckin’ bitch’ he growled before reclaiming your mouth. He lightly tapped your thigh for you to get down, he lowered you to the floor not breaking the kiss.

As he kissed you, you heard a belt buckle rattle before he pulled your plait, forcing you to look at him. ‘I wanna see how good your breath work really is.’ He slowly wrapped his belt around your neck before pulling it tight, ‘that’s it’ he whispered in your ear in a low tone. He pulled the belt tighter until you had just enough room to inhale. You gripped his forearm, feeling his muscles tighten and he gripped the belt. Each fibre rippling under your fingertips. ‘Don’t touch the belt sweetheart, or I’ll stop.’

Nodding, he turned you around and pushed your torso into the red brick. He pulled your elbows behind your back holding them in his firm grip. His free hand slid under your top, his gloved hand grazed your skin. You just about managed to squeeze your vocal cords together ‘the glove … off’, you panted. Ghost placed the tip of his gloved finger on your lips, as you bit the tip of the glove he slid his hand out. Placing his hand once again on your stomach, this time the sensation of skin on skin burned through you.

He undid your belt and popped open your trousers, slowly working his hand inside. His fingertips brushed over your black lace panties, eliciting a gasp from your lips. He yanked your trousers down just below the crease of your ass. A sharp blow hit the right cheek before he pulled your panties down also. He pulled your hips back into him forcing you to stand at an angle, your cheek pressed into the wall. You could feel his gaze burning into you, ‘fuck … me’ you groaned through gritted teeth and a constricted throat. He caressed your thigh ‘patience love.’

An eager but exasperated moan left you as you looked over your shoulder at him. Silently pleading. He’d pulled his mask back down over his lips, once again becoming Ghost, looking back at you through hooded black eyes. Without warning he cupped your pussy, your eyes rolled back from the much needed touch. He let out a grunt of approval before sinking a finger into you. You arched your back into him, this wasn’t want you wanted, what you needed. What you needed was for him to fuck you.

Sensing this, he lined up his cock and thrust into you. Forcing you to take him in one go, it was the most pleasurable burn. Breathy moans filled the morning air between you. He steadied your hips with his hand as he quickly established a firm pace. Letting go of your elbows you placed them on the wall in-front of you for extra support. The shape of your body in this position drove him crazy. The defined muscles of your back peeking out from the bottom of your top, tensing with every thrust. He grabbed your wrist, guiding it down to your clit, instantly understanding you began rubbing firm circles.

He unexpectedly let out a small whimper from underneath his mask, he was close. ‘Good girl’ he praised, ‘just like that … fuck.’ You were close too, the pressure began building, your muscles becoming tighter. Hoarse moans left your throat, the belt feeling tighter and tighter. You came just before he did, clenching around his generous sized cock. He slid his hand under your top grasping at the untouched skin of your chest. ‘Please don’t stop’ you gasped, desperate for air. The pleading tone in your voice sent him over the edge. He came in your still pulsating pussy, filling you with his cum. You looked over your shoulder, eyebrows furrowed, meeting his eyes with a filthy smile on your lips as he filled you up.

His rhythm slowed until he eventually stopped, making sure every last drop was inside you. As he pulled out he watched as yours and his cum dripped out of your pussy slowly. Not being one for waste he trailed his finger up your thigh to push it back in, the feel of his finger sliding back in was bliss. He undid his belt from around your neck as you pulled up your trousers, a satisfied grin plastered on your face.

Your face still flushed you looked up at him ‘not bad Riley, but maybe I can help you with your technique.’

#fan fic smut #ghost x reader #simon riley #simon ghost riley #call of duty #ghost x you #simon riley x reader #smut

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shroomje · 1 year

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The Angel That Calls Me Hers ♡ Simon "Ghost" Riley

Simon Riley x Original Female Character

Loosely unspired by: "In My Room" By ICP

Quick description: Simon is in love with an unknown entity of a woman who takes care of him. This man is an absolute simp for her.

Warnings: mentions of neglect from family, sorta just fluffy and maybe ever so slightly angsty, its not written very well and i kinda just wrote without editing so🤷🏻‍♀️

He doesn't even know who she is, or rather, what she is. She appeared in his room one night, and she never let him go.

She sat as pretty as ever on his bed, her moon-white hair drapped carelessly over his black cotton pillow.

Her bright blue eyes were doe-like and wide, and her lips were pink, pouty, and heartshaped. She was like porcelain. Her skin was soft and pale blue, but shadowed a darker blue on the edges.

The girls arms were resting on her chest, her long, dexterous fingers twiddled with her necklace, a small gold locket.

She was dressed in a long, nearly-see-through white dress made of some sort of chiffon. She looked like an angel. She had to be an angel.

Simon walked into his room, scoffing in annoyance, already taking off some of his gear and throwing it to the side of the room before he noticed the woman lying in his bed. His mood instantly changed.

"Hello Simon." The woman perked up, leaning up to rest on her arms set behind her. "Im glad you're safe. I was worried about you. I dont like it when people hurt you."

"You're real?" Ghost stepped closer. "I thought i had dreamed you."

"A dream doesn't make me any less real Simon. You should know that." The girl stood up, walking carefullt to Ghost until she was in front of him.

"My sweet boy, you've been through so much." she started taking off his gear, and then his vest, and then his jacket. "Your family was so horrible to you. The people supposed to love you were evil"

"You dont need to worry anymore Simon, ill never let them hurt you. Anybody who tries to take you from me will perish." Ghost couldn't keep his eyes off her. She felt so much more lifelike when he saw her in the sunlight.

"You're really real." Ghost raised a hand to touch her cheek, as if he could barely believe she was standing in front of him. He noticed how cold she was, like she had just run her hand under ice water. Despite that, he held her cheek in his hands, almost melting as she tilted into his hold and held his hand to her face.

Ghost was lost in her eyes, and he knew if she asked, he would do anything she wanted. "We need to clean you up, Simon." She led him over to the bed and sat him down.

She started taking off his helmet, then his mask, turning away to put both things away. "Whats your name?" She turned around swiftly.

"What do you want my name to be?"

"I want your name. I know you have one." She walked closer to him again, sliding off his balaclava and taking his face in her hands, giving a smile that could only be described as caring and love-filled.

"Simon, if i tell you my name, you'll be tied to me for all eternity. When you die, I'll find you, and I'll never let you go. You dont want that."

"Yes, i do." His words were quick, barely letting her finish before he spoke. "You've already claimed me. You've told me im yours, and i am, please." His voice was quiet, and he was practically whimpering.

"You'd be giving your soul to me, and you dont know anything about me." she tried to make him see reason, but he had made up his mind already. She was real, and he would do anything for her

"Please," he whimpered, looking up at her with pleading eyes. "i can't lose you. Now that i finally have you."

The woman sighed and kissed his forehead, prolonging the kiss for seconds longer than necessary. "I'll tell you tomorrow." She stood up, raked her fingers through his hair, and kissed his forehead again, this time briefly. "For tonight, let me take care of you. You've gone too long without someone to take care of you, and now you're mine, so that wont work anymore."

And then she got to work, she combed Simon's hair, and she made sure he dressed in more comfortable clothes. She made sure he had eaten, and then they laid in bed together, him lying on her chest, face nestled inbetween her breasts, and her hands in his hair, gently playing with the fluffy blonde strands.

He was hers, nobody could ever take him from her.

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aerkame · 11 months

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Eye of The Beholder [part 1]

I think my body is trying to tell me I had too much caffeine and sugar today.

As always I'm doing an everyone x reader because I always do. (This is just part 1 though, so that comes later) This should be expected by now. Everyone will be loved and you can not stop me. *simp snarl* Okay I'll chill out it's fine. It's all dandy. It's cool. It's alr. Credits: Mob AU belongs to Clownsuu (I am assuming they're alright with this?) Welcome Home characters belong to Partycoffin

Notes: Reader is a firefighter puppet (this takes place in a puppet world duh), I had to do quite a bit of research.

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Heavy smoke pushed against the mask that protected your face as the wood beneath the creaked with each step. You had to be careful not to rush, any one of these boards could be loose and the ceiling looked like it was ready to cave. A loud crack sounded from somewhere upstairs, never mind taking it slow. You have to hurry now.

You dashed past the broken elevator just as a board fell from the ceiling. One hand firmly gripped the axe face down and the other grabbed the railing as you made your way up the stairs making sure to check the surroundings every few feet. Each step felt exhausting with the weight of the coat on your body and cautious steps that had to be taken lest you fall into the growing fire in the lobby. The temperature became hotter the higher you went, it was almost unbearable by the time you made it to the 4th floor.

The rest of the team and the captain had yet to make any contact and it was beginning to grate on your nerves. You suspect the reason why, it was the same reason this hotel went up in flames to begin with. Hell, that mob fight was still probably going on despite this spreading fire. Heaving as the oxygen became tighter, you prepared to cut the door down, raising the axe at a good angle before swinging.

Chips of charred wood fell away bit by bit until there was a clear opening to step through. Two figures lay in the room surrounded by burnt belongings and cases of unidentifiable liquids, they must have been doing something shady or possible mob activity. That would explain a few things. You shook your head to clear your already foggy mind. Nothing else mattered right now though, you found the missing persons and now you needed to make sure they made it out okay.

You wished you had backup.

The grey man was easy to pickup but you were beginning to worry about the other unconscious man. Both were larger than you, but you were stronger, you can do this. You tried a second time, then a third time before managing to stand, having both the grey puppet and red-haired puppet over your shoulders. The axe was left behind, there should still be a clean exist through the lobby if you hurried.

The fire had spread far faster then you thought. The path you planned out was now littered with fallen beams and burning chunks of the ceiling.

Seeing no other way around this, you gently placed the two men down as you unlatched a pocket to bring out two trauma blankets, hurriedly wrapping both in the protective fabrics. The last thing you needed was either of their felt skin catching flame.

A quiet wheeze caught your attention.

The grey man appeared to be struggling to breathe, you unlatched your own mask to put it over them, keeping it close enough so the tank's hose wouldn't snap away. It was going to be okay, the exist wasn't too far.

You carried the two once more, this time with more difficulty, your steps became uneven and your breath was ragged, no longer having the mask to filter out the smoke.

It's okay you told yourself, you are so so close. You never noticed the red eyes that followed you.

Pushing through the burning and itchiness in your chest, you made it to the front of the building before stumbling out and falling to one knee, not wanting to hurt the victims still on your shoulders. Everything felt so heavy. It was so hot.

You flew into a coughing fit after placing the two men on the sidewalk and looked around. Your team nor your captain were anywhere in sight. They should have been here by now. Where was the truck? Where were the ambulance? You tried to stand but failed.

Another cough escaped and you fell to the sidewalk, clawing at your coat to get it off. Your head was hurting and you felt sick. It was too hot.

Your eyelids fluttered before everything faded to black.

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One knee bounced over the other as the music playing in the background went on. The brightly lit 'Closed' sign in the front flickered.

"Sally, do you understand what exactly it is you did tonight?" The voice was monotone with an edge to it.

The yellow puppet made a nervous laugh, shrugging their shoulders. "I got the target and Frank n' Eddie managed to save the evidence?"

Wally clicked his tongue in annoyance. "You made quite the mess for what was supposed to be a clean job. Two buildings burned down and a firetruck blown to bits." His foot tapped impatiently. "And now the police have gotten themselves involved if only to appease the public." Glasses clinked behind the counter as the bartender cleaned quietly. Wally continued.

"You're lucky at least one firefighter made it into the hotel before it collapsed. Frank and Eddie wouldn't be here otherwise." His voice was dripping with venom, but he made no move to do anything.

Wally rested one hand over the other as he stared at Sally. "Now, I want you to make me a promise Sally. Do not ever use those damn explosives again unless it's already been discussed beforehand. Do I make myself clear?"

"Y-yes boss!"

"Good."

He peered over the counter, taking a sip from the beverage in hand, swishing it around a bit. "Barnaby, did Frank get the identity of the firefighter?"

"Yeah, he said somethin' about a mask or whateveh. But he got the face and name after a bit of diggin'," Barnaby stared off to the side as he inhaled another breath from the cigar. "Should be easy to tie up loose ends this time around, as far as I know that firefighter was the only one who saw the cases in that room."

A grin grew on the boss's face. "Well then. As soon as Eddie and Julie are ready, he'll be the one to pick up the special package."

Sally may or may not have used an explosive during a deal at a hotel that caused a giant hole in the side of the building and started a massive fire...and she may or may not have accidentally blown up a firetruck and caused a roadblock.

Also dayymn, it only takes 2-10 minutes to suffocate from smoke. No wonder firefighters need masks and a whole tank on their back when going in.

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starg1rlie · 2 years

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'WHAT IT'S LIKE TO BE FRIENDS W/DCKZ + BONUS'

pairing: DCKZ (Diluc Ragnvindr, Childe/Tartaglia/Ajax, Kaeya Alberich, Zhongli) x gn! reader (platonic)

genre: fluff/slight humor

xtra !! notes: reader is gender neutral (no set pronouns), reader is solo singer <3

okay so yall know that tiktok video about different genshin characters playing just dance? i lowkey feel like diluc and zhongli would not be putting their all into it, AND THEN YOU AND CHILDE AND KAEYA ARE DANCING YOUR GUYS ASSES OFF LIKE YESSSSS.

yall are doing a collab together so you guys stay in the same hotel. you'd prolly run into zhongli and diluc getting up early to get a cup of coffee and breakfast. you end up joining them, being treated to some caffiene and bagel sandwiches.

i feel like childe and kaeya would be snoozing in till like afternoon time 💀 by the time they do get up, they drag you out for lunch before you can go to your choreography session, taking you out to some chinese diner. turns out they already planned on coming here and made a reservation for three <3

you order chow mein and while youre slurping away at your noodles, childe accidentally flicks kaeya in the face with a piece of green bean as he tries to get a grip on his chopsticks. kaeya looks like he's boutta murder the ginger...

you end up handing him a kid's pair of chopsticks, which had grip handles for him to use LMAO. he could finally eat his tofu; he actually had tears in his eyes

you all end up doing choreography lessons together because of your collab. in between breaks, expect childe and kaeya to be flirting with you non-stop before diluc and zhongli drag them off, apologizing on their behalf.

"say, you look absolutely ravishing to-OW OW OW OW!"

"that's what you get for being shameless."

"y'know our manager is going to kill us if you keep runing my face, right?"

"...."

its so much fun to see diluc and kaeya arguing over who gets the bathroom from your room lol. your room is right next door so you pretty much can rely on them to be your alarm clock.

"i get to use the bathroom first because i'm the most favorite member out of the group!"

"who told you that?"

"everyone?"

zhongli's probably the dad of the whole group, but like, he doesn't understand why his simps call him geo daddy.

"whose the geo daddy? i'm the geo daddy? i don't have kids though 🤔"

kaeya lowkey enjoys all the attention he gets. fans and stans he can handle, but his simps are....kind crazy.

"i mean you can tell them i'm available, cause i am ;)"

"...."

"they're fourteen?"

*sips his diet coke awkwardly*

childe doesn't understand why everyone calls him ed sheeran- although he still enjoys all the attention that he can get from his fans and stans. he has just as many simps as the rest of the members.

"who the fuck is kaeyascumdumpster? actually, who the fuck is kaeya? WHY IS IT NOT ABOUT ME?"

their favorite drinks? zhongli enjoys tea (earl grey, green tea, and lemon tea) but also occasionally drinks wine. diluc loathes alcohol, but will settle on juices, more specifically grape juice. childe enjoys drinking alcohol, yes, but he also prefers drinking chocolate milk. he's such a kid on the inside sniffle ;( kaeya is the alcoholic bitch of the group, sue him. keeps a bottle of wine hidden in his duffel bag

these guys are kinda like your bodyguards. everytime yall go out decked out in caps and black masks, all four of them are like surrounding you so no one can recoginize you and get on their knees and declare their love for you. it's happened before and that eneded up with you being whacked in the head with a box of chocolates and a boquet of sickenly sweet-smelling roses.

childe forces everyone to take group selfies before the night you leave so you can have tons of memories to look back into. i can just imagine kaeya doing this: 👉👌😉 and diluc just making a straight face the whole time, zhongli managing a small smile, childe just smirking like the dumb bastard he is, and you in the middle of it all, with a bright smile on your face <3

expect kaeya or childe to phone you a few weeks later with an idea for another collab... 💀

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silentwillowwhisperer · 1 year

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Krolia

Alright, I just had a thought.

I get that it's a major plot point that Krolia is part of the Blade of Marmora, but what if she was just another soldier?

What if she had been heading to Earth as a Galra soldier, and was shot down by a Blade member?

And then Keith's dad saves her!

So after that, she either decides to change after falling in love with him and realizing that destroying planets is killing innocent people like this man, oooor she continues to fight for the Galra.

If she continued with Galra, then she most likely would reunite with Keith in a battle, or at least see his picture in some battle briefing and be like, oH CRAP THAT'S MY KID.

And then if we continue on this path, then Keith would see her, and she tells him who she is, either mid-battle to throw him off, or to tell him why she won't kill him.

And if she were to do it mid-battle, Keith would be absolutely crushed and either have a character development arc in which he pushes back his feelings of betrayal and hurt and defeats her, or he gets distracted and she manages to injure him.

If Keith defeats her himself, (and this is all during fighting her) then right before she passes out/ dies they would have a moment where either Krolia apologizes, or tells Keith that he was a the best and worst mistake she's ever made, and either way she would tell him that she's proud of him.

If Keith were to get hurt by her, Lance would shoot her down and rush over to Keith. There would be one of those moments where character A is like dying, and character B places character A's head on their lap and like cries while character A is making some heartfelt speech and giving them a bunch of cliché advice, you know?

And then Keith passes out, and the team is there by then to rush him back to the castle and he makes it.

And then he breaks down when the reality of what happened with Krolia hits him.

And he has a moment with one of the paladins, BUT ONLY ONE OF THEM. More than one other paladin ruins the moment, don't ask me why, it just does.

And then if Krolia were to be still alive (This is assuming that the 'I'm proud of you' moment never happened), then she would rise up in ranks until when Zarkon dies, she's the empress. Haggar and Voltron think that she's controlling Krolia, so Haggar is targeted by Voltron and the coalition.

They CANNOT defeat her, no matter what they do, but then Krolia takes her out in order to gain full power of the Galra empire, and everyone's just SHOCKED. Krolia doesn't even do it in secret, this is like a full-on battle and she goes, "Bold of you to assume that you EVER controlled me, Witch. The only one who valued you was Zarkon, and that made him weak."

And then she straight-up stabs Haggar and leaves the battle saying to the paladins, "We've both won this battle. Now go. We all know that you are outnumbered here."

AND THEN instead of the whole Honerva thing, it's them against Krolia.

Keith would most likely be the one to kill her. Or maybe Krolia would have the same ending as Honerva! Though if that were to happen, then Allura can still sacrifice herself.

And throughout this, KLANCE exists. Allurance shippers can BACK OFF. ALLURANCE. NEVER. HAPPENS. AND NO. I am NOT adding Allurance to my computer's dictionary so that it will stop autocorrecting me, because the only ship that belongs in the dictionary is KLANCE.

*deep breaths*

Thank you for reading my Ted Ta- oh who am I kidding, thank you for reading my rant.

btw, does anyone else simp for Matt and that robot-masked alien girl??? Like, oh my goodness it is SO CUTE. In the clear day episode, (the one where Shiro wins the arm-wresting competition) the girl is INCLUDED IN THEIR FAMILY PICTURE. NO JOKE. LOOOOK!!!

MATT'S GOT A GIRLFRIEND!!!!

Sorry about that. I live for this kind of stuff.

If there's spelling errors, (at least more than usual) then feel free to correct me. I'm typing really aggressively right now, which usually leads to a WHOLE lot of mistakes. So, oops.

#keith kogane #krolia #canon divergence #vld #voltron #voltron legendary defender #notes of klance #klance #AHHHHHHHHH #matt's gf #warning: this post is extremally confusing #tawny post

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callsign-bunnie · 6 months

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Wow… I always thought you were inclusive to all fans. Guess not.

Spoilers

I tried to be, and I still try to be to MOST fans, but I have limits and I have lines. I know it's probably been obvious, but I've really drawn back from being socially active in the fandom. I take stands, occasionally, but for the most part, I just block and move on. My block list on tiktok is long, because if I don't like content, I block rather than get upset.

I don't really look at my home page, anymore. Going onto AO3 hits me with so many (niche and specific to me) triggers in a day, that my reason for not reading others' works has shifted from, even though I'm working on managing it, my Dyslexia to just being unable to navigate my own triggers. This isn't anyone's fault, it's mine.

If I'm being honest? My mental health is in the dumpster and while this has a wide variety of reasons, if I can protect it in any way I can, I will. And if this includes having to tell a certain group of fans that they're not welcome on my blog? Unfortunately, that's what has to happen.

I'm not a stranger to fandom wars, as stupid as I think they are, I'm not a stranger to the aggression that happens here. And I have, definitely, been on the other side a few times. My first proper introduction to fandom was Supernatural and FNAF. I STILL deal with seeing posts talking about how a ship I didn't ship is superior to one I do ship for no fucking reason. I understand liking a character, and I understand having villain characters that you still like and love, and I can appreciate the "he's my precious pookie bear and does nothing wrong" mindset to a certain extent.

But I think ignoring Makarov's actions, even if he's a fictional character, even if it's just a game, is ignorant, in today's climate. A prime example of why I cannot get behind it is Russian Terminator. I have... so many reasons I can go through why this man is just awful, but my wife is slightly more educated, so I'll let her take the reigns on that one if she wants. However, he sucks. Objectively. But because he's masked and ripped, I see so many edits of him. So many.

I see people call themselves his "simps" and actively ignore and block those who try to point out his horrific actions and opinions and views and values to them. This man is not a fictional character. He's a real person.

I have always been a huge advocate for "live and let live" in fandom spaces. To an extent that even my wife and I get into arguments over it. My only limit seems to be pedophilia, for personal reasons. And I am not telling you to stop writing Makarov. I'm not even telling you not to find him hot. You can giggle and kick your feet when he "activates your praise kink" in the first mission, I don't care I won't stop you.

But I don't want that in my own space. I protect my peace. This ranges from silly things that just bother me (pricegraves) to big things like this. As my wife stated, Graves committed war crimes. Yes. He killed civilians, and that's inexcusable. But, I feel like this is comparing a passion killing, to systematic murder. Graves would have committed those crimes in any country, but the US. France, England, pretty much any country he could have gotten away with it.

Makarov targeted a country of Arabic people, because he knew about the aggression and islamophobia that exists in the west. He knew that if he pulled some strings a little, he could very easily turn a country just looking for peace into a country of terrorists, in the western media's eyes. This is irredeemable in my eyes.

So, no. I try to be inclusive. Pricegraves fans are still welcome to interact with me. They know by now that I won't write it, I don't really entertain it, and to go to my wife. The same for FarahAlex shippers, and really anyone who ships something on my No-Ship list. (Though please get the memo on that second ship, I'm never gonna budge, I'm sorry.)

I'm sorry if you feel alienated, I know it probably sucks. Trust me, I understand. But, unfortunately, I want to protect my peace, and I want my blog to continue to be my own safe space.

Thank you for understanding.

#call of duty #bunnie speaks

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gracethyomen · 4 months

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"Loose Tongue"

Hello again. It's me. The prophet. Welcome back to two idiots dancing around each other. We're getting into some violence so watch out. This bit is mostly Matt's point of view. I'm not a man and I'm not blind so I'm doing my best here, but please bear with me. Also, my favorite canon character in this series has finally arrived. Mommy Claire, I love you.

Warnings: Emotional instability, violence, mention of violence, catholicism, mentions of blood and injuries. Matt being a major simp. Injuries, blood, sewing wounds, wound care, medical procedures, Matt being a little obsessed with Natalie.

"Daddy!" A small voice, a little boy's voice. Punches being thrown, the squeal of tires around a corner. A knife in his side.

The smell of a garbage dumpster, the numbness spreading from his legs up...

He woke with a sharp gasp, arms flailing at the hands holding him down.

"Hey, it's okay." A voice told him, soft, female. She was calm, she's done this before. She smelled like latex and antiseptic. There were dirty scrubs in the next room. She's had medical experience, a nurse if he had to guess. "We have to get you to a hospital."

"No." He repeated, trying and failing to sit up. He was lying on a hardwood floor, no, a rug between him and the wood. He was probably bleeding all over it at this rate. "They'll kill everyone."

"Who?" She asked, leaning over him to try and keep him from moving.

"They'll kill everyone in the hospital to get to me." A sigh but she put the phone away, sitting back on her heels. "Where am I?"

"You're in my apartment."

"Who are you?"

"I'm the lucky girl who pulled you out of the garbage." She said snidely and confirmed when he asked if she'd seen his face. "Your outfit kind of sucks, by the way." She moved back to grab something.

"Yeah, It's a work in progress." He said, trying to sit up again.

He was stopped by a firm hand on his chest. "Okay, I really wouldn't try to move too much." She scolded, "You've got two or three broken ribs, probably concussion, some kind of puncture wound and that's just the stuff I know about." He felt her pull his eyelid up slightly followed by the near-imperceptible warmth of a light on his face. "And your eyes, they're unresponsive to light, which isn't freaking you the hell out, so either you're blind or in way worse shape than I thought."

"Do I have to pick?" He tried to joke but was cut off by a cough. Damn, his chest hurt.

"You mind telling me how a blind man in a mask ends up beaten half to death in my dumpster?" She asked, poking at the wound in his side.

"The less you know about me the better." He insisted around a groan of pain, stiffening a little on the floor.

"Knife wound?" She asked, shining her light on it to get a better look. He nodded in confirmation as she tended to it, trying not to move too much while she worked. "I think I got the bleeding stopped, but I can't tell how bad it is internally without a series of x-rays, so-"

"No hospitals." He reiterated.

The woman sighed. "This is my night off. I'm really not looking for some guy to die on my couch." She sighed. "You got a name?" Silence. "Yeah, I didn't think so. All right, I'll call you Mike." when he raised a brow she forced a laugh. "Guy I used to date. He liked keeping secrets too."

"Thank you..." He waited and she murmured her name. "Claire."

"Rest." She tapped his chest gently and stood. "We'll figure out the other stuff after." He didn't bother to nod in agreement. Not as the darkness started to take him.

He woke to the feeling of sharp tugging on his side.

"You opened some of your stitches in your sleep. You tried fighting me."

"I'm sorry." He murmured, stopping his pained shifting to let her work."

"I didn't take it personally." She reassured distractedly, focusing on the stitches. "Who's Natalie?" Claire whispered, not looking up from where she was stitching him back together. Matt immediately had to fight the urge to tense up, feeling his mouth go dry with nerves.

He coughed a little, scrubbing a hand over his face. "What do you mean?" He murmured, thoughts going to the scent of jasmine flower and ginger. The smell of her shampoo that always clung to her hair. The feel of her skin under his fingertips when goosebumps raised at his touch. He stomped that train of thought, closing his eyes to try and clear them.

"You were calling out in your sleep," Claire replied, still focused on her task, but undeniably curious. "You woke up a little and asked for Nat, too."

"She's..." He sighed, at a loss. "It doesn't matter." Lie. That was a lie. Of course, she mattered. She always mattered. She mattered the most. But he never let that train of thought get too far along. Even if his heart turned a little at his own words.

"I see," Claire said coyly, smirking faintly. "So she's the girl." He heard her giggle a little, tugging a little too hard on the stitches, making him wince. "Let me guess," She continued. "Tall... dark hair... pretty blue bell eyes..."

"Hazel eyes." He blurted without thinking, fighting the urge to kick himself. Instead, he let out a shaky breath, fidgeting with the blanket draped across him. "Her eyes are hazel."

"So you're a psychic now." Claire joked. "Fascinating. But I was right about the rest?"

Matt shook his head. Unsure of why he continued talking. "Her friend told me. I wanted to..." He swallowed. "I wanted to buy her a scarf. For her birthday. I didn't know what color." He fought a smile at the memory of asking one of the shop attendants which colors would go best with what Foggy had described her as. "She's short." He said flatly. "Her hair's not dark either."

"And what is it?" Claire snickered, and he felt her tie off his stitches before wiping away the excess blood.

His lips quirked in the beginnings of a smile, eyes turning fond as he answered. "Strawberry blonde. Too dark to be true blonde but not quite fully red either." He admitted. He didn't want to tell her that he'd pictured Natalie in his mind many times. Trying to arrange features he thought would fit her voice... Her movements... Her. Just her. Vague guiding touches and friendly descriptions only gave a few pieces to put together.

"Does she know..." Claire paused. "About your-" She broke off. "Hobbies?" He laughed lightly at the word, groaning as it pulled at his fresh stitches.

"No." He said firmly. "No, she doesn't know." He sat for a moment, trying to close his mouth to no avail. The tiredness and the pain made him weak. "I'll make sure she gets home. Stay on the roof of her building until I hear her keys in the lock." He confessed, remembering many nights atop the bricks of her apartment building, waiting to hear her distinctive footsteps on the stairs. "There's a bistro right across the street, Marquette's, the owners know her by name, I bring her leftovers when she forgets to stop for dinner the night before."

"So..." Claire interjected, hands clearing away the mess of her makeshift E.R, tidying the space. "What's the deal? Relationship? Situationship? Burning passion?"

Matt tilted his head back against the sofa, reminding himself why he kept his distance in the first place. Engraving those reasons into his mind.

"It..." He shook his head. "Nothing would ever work between us." A sigh blew out from between his lips, only to be cut short by a quiet realization.

Claire noticed his change in demeanor and carefully sat back, brows furrowed. "Mike?"

"Someone's coming." Matt whispered. "There's someone in the building, a man, going from door to door."

"How do you know that?" Claire asked incredulously.

"Ssh." He hissed, sitting up with a soft groan. "He's on the third floor already. Smells like Prima cigarettes and discount cologne."

"You can smell a man on the third floor?"

"He really likes that cologne." He said by way of explanation. "You'll smell him soon enough." He paused, smiling softly. "You're looking at me like I'm crazy, right? Seems the appropriate response. There are some things I haven't told you about me, Claire."

She snorted shakily. "You haven't told me anything about you." She crossed her arms, the squeak of her gloves on the skin of her elbows hitting his ears. "All I know is you're very good at taking a beating."

"That part I got from my dad." He nodded his head thoughtfully. He tilted his head, then indicated the knife set on the counter behind Claire. "This all you got?"

Claire sighed but grabbed one of the bigger ones, studying it. "Yeah, it's for vegetables, not a knife fight."

He carefully lifted it from her hands and started limping towards the door, snatching his mask from the sofa. "He's at your neighbor's door."

Claire sprung into action, "You kidding me! Hey! Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey!" She stepped in front of him, blocking his way. "You can barely stand up right now."

"That's what the knife is for." He reasoned.

"Wait!" She pushed at his chest gently, trying to put distance between him and the door. "Don't do this. Not in my home. Okay, nobody has to get hurt. Just stand over there on the side and be quiet. I'll get rid of him." Matt pressed his lips together, but nodded in agreement, slipping behind where the door would open.

He listened carefully as she lied to the dirty officer, putting herself in the line of fire for him in a way similar to how Natalie often did. Unbidden, he found his thoughts wandering back to her. Fuck, Claire reminded him so much of her. A little more free, a little more quick to speak, but cut from the same cloth nonetheless.

"See?" Claire sighed, closing the door loudly behind her. "No reason to get all stabby." She wrinkled her nose as she walked past him. "Boy, were you right about that cologne."

"He didn't believe you," Matt growled, slipping his mask on and entering the hallway, snagging a fire extinguisher from the wall and walking to the banister, dangling it over the edge.

"Mike!" Claire whisper-shouted. "What are you doing?"

He held up his free hand to stop her, listening carefully to the heavy footsteps on the stairs before letting the extinguisher go, colliding with Foster's head and knocking him unconscious.

"Shit!" Claire gasped, "What do we do now?" She groaned, gripping her head with both hands.

"There's someone else," He tilted his head towards the floor up from them. "One floor up, watching us. He's young. He's scared."

"Santino?" Claire peeked up around the banister at the teenager, swearing under her breath. "He's the one who found you in the alley."

"He's seen my face too?"

"Yeah."

"Claire." Matt said gently, "Go upstairs and get him. We're gonna need help carrying Detective Foster to the roof."

"This is way past what I signed up for." Claire sighed, pacing back and forth on the rooftop and intermittently glancing at the tied-up man near the edge.

"What exactly did you think that was?" Matt shook his head, hands on his hips.

"Do you really want to get into this in front of him?" Claire snapped back, pulling on her makeshift mask.

"He's out."

"He could be faking?"

Matt tilted his head towards the detective, counting the space between his heartbeats. "No. He's not."

"Okay, that's what I'm talking about." Claire pointed at him accusingly. "Okay, I find a guy in a dumpster who turns out to be some kind of blind vigilante who can do all of this really weird shit like smell cologne through walls and sense whether someone's unconscious or faking it." She flapped her hands around as she talked, finally letting some of that pent-up stress get out. "Slap on top of that, he can take an unbelievable amount of punishment without one damn complaint!"

"That last part's the Catholicism." He listened carefully. "He's awake now. Stay back and don't do anything unless I tell you to." He instructed, "Please. It's safer that way." He turned away from her to stalk towards their prisoner, dropping his shoulders and readying his fists.

"Here's how this is going to work." He started, voice low and dangerous. "I'm gonna ask you some questions. You're gonna answer them. If you're lying to me, trust that I will know and I will be unhappy." He leaned into the detective's space, pinpointing his heartrate and measuring it carefully. "Where's the boy?"

"Dead." Without hesitation he shot his fist into the man's stomach, aiming for that soft spot where the last few floating ribs lived. The satisfying crack was music to his ears.

"This is what unhappy looks like." He snarled, feeling the blood start to roar in his ears, adrenaline taking over. "Where's the boy?"

"What do you care?" Foster groaned, squirming in his binds uselessly. "If he's not dead yet, he will be."

Matt ignored him. "Why did you take him?"

"Figured you'd come running."

"And after I was dead?"

"Sell the kid. Like all the others."

Claire's breath hitched at Foster's words, and Matt's jaw clenched. Without pausing, he landed two quick punches to the man's jaw, drawing a scream out of him.

"I was telling the truth on that one!" The man gasped, blood pooling in his mouth.

"I know." Matt panted, holding himself back from landing more blows just yet. "Where's the boy?"

"So you find him. So what?" The man laughed darkly. "We'll take another. Kill me, somebody takes my place. As long as people are buying, we'll be selling. Nothing you do tonight can change that." The man spat blood onto the asphalt of the roof. "But go ahead. Keep hitting me. Let's see who drops first." He sneered menacingly, and Matt opened his mouth to respond but was stopped by Claire tapping his shoulder.

"Try stabbing him in his trigeminal nerve." She offered.

"Where is it?"

She guided his fingers to the space between his eye and his eyebrow. "That's the supraorbital foramen. You want to go in right under there." He nodded and leaned in close to Foster, pulling a knife from his belt with one hand and holding his head still with the other.

"Hold still," He warned with sinister pleasure. "I might do some serious damage if you squirm." He turned back to Claire for a moment. "How will I know when I find it?"

"He'll tell you." Claire said, and her voice had taken on something darker than was there before.

Screams erupted around the rooftop, feeding that ugly monster in Matt's belly. The monster that thrived on listening to a man who inflicted untold harm on children voice his unending pain.

"You're right what you said before." He taunted, digging his finger into the wound he'd created. "I kill you, somebody takes your place, but they'll all end up back here. Just like you. And sooner or later, one of you is gonna tell me what I need to know." The man thrashed madly but Matt held him fast. "Ssh! Listen, I need you to know why I'm hurting you." He hissed. "It's not just the boy. I'm doing this because I enjoy it." With that, he wrenched the man from his bonds and marched him to the edge.

"No, no, no!" The man pleaded, blood dripping around his eyes and nose. "No, no, no!"

"Where is he?" Matt shouted, shaking him over the edge so he felt the air beneath him.

"Underneath the Troika restaurant!" Foster cried. "Eleventh and forty-fourth!" The man took a few deep breaths and then continued. "If you're lucky, they'll kill you before they start in on the boy. It would be a shame for you to watch what they do to him!"

Matt tipped him over the edge, cherishing the sound of his screams.

He had a little boy to find.

a/n: Hefty dose of plot for this chapter. We're getting to the point where the one-shot I posted earlier comes into play, and as both parts are part of whole chapters, you'll likely see them reposted in the larger storyline. We finally got some Daredevil Daredeviling.

Thank you to everybody leaving notes on the various parts of this story, I love you guys.

As always this story is dedicated to @abucketofweird, without whom this story wouldn't exist.

If you enjoy this story please consider leaving a note or following for more! It means a lot to me when you do!

-Sybil :)

#daredevil #daredevil x reader #matt murdock x oc #matt murdock x reader #daredevil x oc #daredevil x ofc #marvel #matt murdock #matt murdock x ofc #matt murdock x you

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floral-poisons · 2 years

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Can you do a headcannons of leona, vil, cater, malleus and floyd reacting to their crush (gn!reader) being confessed to the day they also planned to confess? Reader rejects the first confessor but they don't know that LOL. Also your blog was what made me start falling for Vil!

hi anon!! i'm so happy my vil agenda is being so successful!! i am an avid vil lover and i can understand why people wouldn't like him, but i think we all need a vil in our lives sometimes. i know he would make me get my shit together (and then rook would help too).

thankfully angst is my specialty according to the anons telling me i love angst~

also i kind of want more like...introspective cater (and in general more of his cards like come on stop avoiding me, him and kalim man). like his groovy ceremonial robes is kind of refreshing and like a peek behind the mask. anyways he’s probably the character i would write the most angst for if i had unlimited writing energy. can you guys tell i’m starting to become a simp for cater?

honestly though i can definitely turn these into like full fics for full elaboration on the characters and the aftermath of the miscommunication.

curious about part two? read it here!! (ft. malleus, cater, and vil)

MALLEUS DRACONIA

malleus has been around for a bit. he’s watched people come and go, most notably humans. humans had the lack of longevity that fae had. but there was one human he didn’t want to see fade away: you.

the time you two spent had caused him to grow fond of you. sometimes you two would hang out late into the night and he’d come back to a very worried sebek, telling malleus that he should’ve told him he was going to come back late.

he had plans to confess. and great seven, he went through a lot of work for this confession. he even wrote and memorized a speech for you which went through lilia first.

“ah, young love. it’s been a while since i helped with a confession.” the old man chuckles. “though you have quite the romantic touch malleus. and all for (y/n)...”

malleus would make sure he would not become tongue tied when professing his romantic affection to you. but then again, you always made him tongue tied. you were the only human that could.

he remembered you under the moonlight. your skin glowed and the wind gentle blew against your hair and clothes. you looked ethereal, like a divine being who was only meant to be here temporarily. you’d disappear like the cherry blossoms.

the two of you were going to go to a show held by the pop music club. you hadn’t forgotten to invite him. you would never forget to invite him. and he was going to confess afterwards. he had everything planned out in his head. and every time he thought about the possible end results, a dreamy smile crossed his face.

surely, you’d reciprocate. right?

his footsteps were silent as he approached you from the distance. and yet, he froze seeing someone come up to you.

it was another diasomnia student. they were still wearing their school uniform as they approached you. and he could hear them. he felt his heart drop to his stomach. “(y/n)...i really like you. you’re quite interesting for a human you know. and i would like to get to know you better.”

he turned around and began walking away. he needed to be alone for a bit as he felt his heart beat increase and his hands shake. of course it made sense. why choose him when you could have someone who was normal? a normal citizen? someone who wasn’t revered? there was a lot less hassle to handle.

he could only collapse on his bed in his dorm. you’d say yes. and then you two would start dating...and he would be on the sidelines, watching. maybe you would be the type to prioritize a partner over your friends. he would become uninvited. it would be gradual, slow.

the idea of loneliness settled in his mind and he felt his eyes begin to tear up thinking about wandering without you. why did he have the sudden urge to cry? it’s not like you were together. it was unfair of him to have the expectation that you’d say yes. it was selfish of him. he let himself get carried away.

the great malleus draconia has fallen.

CATER DIAMOND

confessing...it couldn’t be harder than forming a caption. they were similar in that way. it had to be meaningful, short and sweet. that was the best confession wasn’t it?

you had seen sides of cater that no one else has really seen. you’ve seen him frown and be upset and lose his happy-go-lucky persona that everyone loves on magicam. that was the curse of social media, you guess.

today was particularly special. he was going to confess. you were his rock, his anchor. you got him through those episodes of depression that just...really made him not want to leave his bed or room.

he even measured out the sides of his diamond with his makeup. and he did it in black compared to his normal red. you told him the black one looked really good on him during halloween and that he should do it more often.

his heart swelled at the thought of confessing to you. and it swelled even more when he thought of the potential feelings you could reciprocate. he felt his cheeks heat up thinking about taking you on a date.

he would make sure to treat you like the royalty you are.

night had fallen and he was walking over to your meeting spot. the two of you had decided to attend the movie screening hosted by the film appreciation club. they were airing a rom-com tonight. funny right?

you came into his line of sight and again, cater’s heart swelled. you looked so good tonight even if you were in your normal clothes. there was a skip in his step as he began to close the distance between you two.

and then it all fell apart.

someone approached you. they were still in their uniform. octavinelle. he couldn’t hear what they said. but he could read their lips. “i like you a lot (y/n). and i have since i first met you. do you wanna sit with me at the movie screening?”

what was he thinking? he was in over his head! you wouldn’t choose him. why would you? he had so many problems underneath the surface. he was broken. you were stressed out. and he would add to that stress. why would you choose someone as broken as cater diamond?

he turned around and ran. you didn’t notice him because the sudden confession from your classmate shocked you and you had been on your phone before, scrolling through cater’s magicam. you contemplated if you should confess your affection for him tonight during the movie.

cater had to catch his breath. he had ran back to his dorm and into the rose maze. here there was solitude and he would be left alone. the two of you spent a lot of time here. he felt his heart squeeze with pain.

“these roses are half painted...riddle’s going to be irritated in the morning.” he sighed. he put his phone up and activated the camera, positioning himself in front of the roses. he smile his signature smile and gestured to the roses. once he took a few pictures, his smile turned into a frown as he picked which one to post to magicam.

Found these half painted roses! Heartslabyul, you know that’s not how we do it! #FirstYearMistakes #InTheZone #DoItMyself

VIL SCHOENHEIT

he had a plan. it was a very meticulous plan that he made sure to optimize. making sure you were free? check. making sure it would during a time where you two could be private? check.

he had to look his best today too. he needed to make sure he looked worthy enough for your affection!

“you got this.” he smiled in the mirror. “confidence is key!” but why was he so nervous? he shouldn’t have been. you two have been friends for a while now and he was certain that you liked him back. rook had approved of the plan.

it was obvious that vil had a crush on you to rook. why wouldn’t vil have a crush on you? you were just gorgeous to look at. you had a glow to yourself that was only yours. and he was smitten by that glow. he was smitten by you.

you spent time with him, ran with him. you even helped him practice dancing and his singing so he could prepare for competitions. you went shopping with him and gave your honest opinion when most people would rather sugarcoat and get on his good side. he despised that. but he didn’t despise you.

a lot of things could go wrong though. life was unpredictable. and you were a noticeable presence at school. people were bound to cause his plan to unfold. but vil had faith. he had complete faith.

his plan seemed to be going well. he found you in the cafeteria and was ready to approach you.

vil stopped in his heels upon seeing another student in front of you, talking to you. he overheard what the student said.

“i like you (y/n). and i was hoping that you’d be my date to the yearly carnival?” the savanaclaw student looked nervous

a sudden pang rammed its way through his heart. he felt his hand begin to shake slightly. and he felt speechless. all his confidence from earlier completely shattered and collapsed.

you’d say yes without a doubt. a savanaclaw student was asking you out. and you had told vil your general preference were athletes. and well...guess which dorm was full of them.

vil cleared his throat and turned around, walking away. his heels clicked along to the hurt beat of his heart.

he never stood a chance, did he?

LEONA KINGSCHOLAR

it wasn’t like him to put this much effort into something. but this wasn’t school. this was his personal life. and that involved you. you were the special thing in his life.

for weeks now, leona has been contemplating on how to confess to you. he had fallen for you. hard too.

ruggie often teased him from how noticeably sheepish leona got when you were around and how leona put in extra effort to see you, talk to you, hold your hand even.

he walked you to class, got lunch for you, woke up early just to see you in the morning. he even went with you on errands which gave him a much more intimate look at you and vice versa.

leona didn’t have a plan. he would wing it once he found you and asked to talk to you in private.

after all, the best words would be words from the heart.

the bell of your final class had rung. you were helping put stuff away after your potionology lab. and leona decided this would be the perfect chance to confess.

except someone had beat him.

“(y/n) i...i really like you! i like you a lot! you’re brave and you’re funny and...would you go out with me?” the student professed.

he saw the dorm logo on the sleeve of the lab coat. pomefiore. you always said you had a thing for people that kept up beauty regiments and were more put together. which was...different from him.

what had he been thinking? you? choose him? someone from pomefiore had the ambition that he lacked. they were more put together than him. they were flawless. and he was full of flaws. why settle for him? you deserved better. you didn’t deserve someone as subpar as him.

leona couldn’t help but turn away from the two of you, blocking out any other noise as he quickly put away what he needed. he swiftly walked away, needing to change. he could feel tears beginning to form in his eyes. “stupid, stupid, stupid.” he mutters.

why did he even put in effort?

FLOYD LEECH

floyd was an unpredictable student. a lot of students feared him because of his mood swings. but for some odd reason, he was quite stable with you. you saw a stable floyd. you were aware of his mood swings. but something about you calmed him and allowed him to be leveled.

he thought he would scare you when you first met. there was nothing better than intimidating newbies. and yet you just looked up at him, smiled, and said he was very tall and it reminded you of your younger brother back home (it wasn’t fair how you were the shorter child even though you were older).

that quickly made him nosedive into falling for you.

you were bold, honest, straightforward. you wouldn’t handle other people’s bullshit which is probably why you dealt with overblots so well. “i just wanted to pass midterms and relax! and now i have to deal with your overblotted ass!” is what you had yelled at azul after he overblotted.

your boldness was just...so fucking hot. he felt his face become red every time he witnessed it. it was just...divine.

it was an impulse decision to confess to you. he had just finished basketball practice with ace and jamil. jamil was surprised today because floyd had been playing rather gentle compared to his usual competitive fervor. the moray’s head was filled of thoughts about you, not basketball.

he found you at the mostro lounge, sitting alone and looking at the menu. you were contemplating what to eat. floyd knew what you would order. it would be your favorite meal. you were consistent and predictable.

life however? not so much. life was more like floyd.

he was going to walk over, but someone else approached your table. it was a dude from heartslabyul. his pale face was completely red. and floyd could hear words he didn’t want to hear.

“(y/n)! i...i really like you! and i...will you go on a date with me?” you were surprised. this was...not expected. and in public too. why were men so bold? why did men have the audacity?

floyd angrily scoffed and turned around, walking away. he felt his body get hot with anger. but after a few minutes, it dissipated. what’s to stop you from saying no? why would you say yes to floyd anyways? he was unstable, unpredictable. this other dude was probably predictable and stable. he was foolish to think that?

“fuck...maybe azul has some first years acting ridiculous so i can squeeze them.”

#twisted wonderland #twst #disney twst #disney twisted wonderland #pomefiore #heartslabyul #diasomnia #octavinelle #savanaclaw #vil schoenheit #malleus draconia #cater diamond #leona kingscholar #floyd leech

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mouse-of-dimitrescu · 9 months

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Resident Evil Village: Alcina Dimitrescu and Mother Miranda thoughts on characters. Pls don't mind me, I'm literally just talking to myself at this point.

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After Re8, I've kind of looked into the whole backstory and everything and omg, no! The villains! The fucking villains have a special place in my heart. Okay okay, so the game revolves around the theme of motherhood, as expected due to Rosemary and Mother Miranda and Alcina's bond with Bela, Daniela and Cassandra etc etc.

Stating the obvious, bear with me🐻

I just think that it's sad because those women, yes they have bad qualities, and yes I am a biased simp, I just think those women's actions are expected, especially for someone whose entire life has been taken away through mutation. Miranda spends her entire life trying to get her daughter back and she was previously going to kill herself over it until she discovered the Mold. Alcina bonded with those three robed women in, probably an attempt to try and repeat the past and claim something that she lost in her previous life, the ability to actually have those dreams and pursue them. Everyone wants happiness. That much is evident, even poor old Moreau.

You know how devastating it must be to become a mutated monster? You would have to come to understand yourself all over again. You have to interpret a stranger in the mirror. The real horror lies within the fact that the past cannot be repeated. The mutated are stuck. Alcina Dimitrescu is stuck in that castle, wallowing in self pity over some dream that she cannot grasp. If you put yourself in her position, it would be difficult to get out of bed initially. The villains are bloody strong. Emphasis on bloody.

When Alcina got mutated, and the experiment by Mother Miranda failed, Miranda referenced to her as a disappointment. You know how much that would have hurt? Alcina quite obviously has recollection of the past, unlike the three robed women she took under her wing. Imagine how Alcina felt when she first transformed into that dragon-like creature? The emotional impact is so traumatising. You got lured by some strange woman, transmuted into something that you did not recognise. Alcina would have had to find her whole identity again because she changed so drastically. Alcina quite possibly always had a cold side, but with her monsterous temper, that cold side intensified. The poor woman probably had to learn and make a habit out of ducking through doors, she probably learnt this the hard way. Hearts out to Alcina guys.

Also, before the three robed women, Alcina was most likely lonely. So bonding with them made a great impact on her life. She found a family and a place to belong, and I personally think that to be sweet although they probably bonded on a day to day basis with their meals and Alcina's wine.

With the blood disease that Alcina had, she yearned for ansured safety and when she found Miranda, she immediately took up the opportunity. Alcina just wanted to be wanted, during her brief singing career as Lady D in the Pallboys, she was wanted by many and this probably resulted in her wanting to reclaim that feeling. Through Alcina's reign of Castle Dimitrescu, Mother Miranda recognised her rule and referenced to her as one of the four lords. Despite the fact that Miranda thinks that the four lords are disappointments with regards to her biological experiments, she does reference to them as her family.

Like Alcina, Miranda wants her family back and to gain that sense of stability in belonging. Yes, Miranda is a sadistic and quite often a bitch but a hot bitch with a cool mask, it can be argued that deep down, every villain has a heart and every villain wants to be wanted. They just handle their agony in the wrong way that causes even more pain.

Alcina contantly complained in private about not being Miranda's favourite. Yes, she probably has a complex and with her tall frame and dominant attitude, this complex can be expected.

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I have no idea what I wrote here, I just wrote down my thoughts. This is me infodumping to myself in the middle of the night.

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#alcina dimitrescu #re8 #resident evil village #mother miranda #miranaa #dimitrescu #alcina #dont mind me

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queen-ofsunflowers · 1 year

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How do u feel about RenxSumire and Renxakechi?

Send me a ship and I'll give you my (brutally) honest opinion on it

Oh, it's interesting that you chose these two, Anon. Very interesting.

ShuSumi

I'll be frank. Whether it be because I knew I was going to be able to on my playthrough for Break Away, I romanced Sumire on my first run of Royal. And I loved it. Their interactions were so damn sweet!!

I love ShuSumi. Not only their interactions together during the romance route, but even before that happens too. They work well together and support each other. There's a good dynamic going there between them. There's more I can talk about if given the right questions, I'm just not sure exactly what to say. To put it simply, it's cute and sweet and I love it.

ShuAke/AkeShu

Much like the previous, I like the dynamic between Akechi and Ren as well. It's one of my top Persona 5 ships for the protag along with ShuSumi. Rivals/Enemies to Lovers is one of my favorite tropes if it's done properly, and AkeShu isn't an exception to that. It's also the fact that Akechi came back in the third semester because of Ren, and that is what Maruki tries to use Akechi as the way to get Ren to agree to not steal his heart. That whole scene was just... oof. Very emotionally charged.

There are some ways that I've seen the ship written that doesn't exactly nail the dynamic or Akechi's character at all correctly, though. That tends to drive me a bit nuts and make me stop reading. He's an asshole, dammit. Let him be an asshole.

The Royal Trio

Okay so... if we're being honest, my favorite combination of these is where Ren gets to hold both of their hands. He is a disaster bisexual who falls for two of his friends, and when they figure it out, they both go for those hands. While Ren's being a disaster over the both of them, I like to think that Akechi and Sumire end up being pretty close friends in the long run. They just happen to share a simp boyfriend.

One of my favorite things about the trio as well is that they're able to see underneath each other's masks. I have a feeling that Akechi already knew that there was something going on while Sumire was pretending to be Kasumi, but he didn't say anything about it. He knew who she was the whole time. And while Ren was affected by Maruki's illusion, there were some moments where he saw Sumire underneath Kasumi's mask and helps her bloom into her true self once the illusion wears off. I think that's beautiful.

Ren knew about Akechi the entire time, and it's through their confidant that Ren can see more of the true him under that false persona he wears. I'm not so sure about Sumire in this case, because I remember her being surprised by Akechi's true self. I do remember her adapting to it rather quickly, though.

And Akechi and Sumire are able to see past the lies and reputation that Ren has to see the real him. Ren's not afraid to show the true him around the two of them, despite how many masks he may wear literally, seeing as he's a wild card.

Basically, their dynamic flows incredibly well when the three of them are together, and in one fic series of mine, I am incredibly tempted to have the Royal Trio be the ship that Ren is involved in. It won't be confirmed in the main game because Ren is a disaster, but in Strikers. Either way, it'll be fun to work with.

#persona 5 #akeshu #shusumi #royal trio #queen answers #queen plays ask games #anonymous

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ritcchamadayo · 1 year

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You reap what you sow, I guess?

Jade Leech x Reader ; In reference to this post that I made, I wrote this based off of my chat with @/akibanashi's Jade Leech AI over at the character AI website uhrjthfjhf PLEASE SIMP FOR THIS MAN WITH ME HE'S TOO MUCH FOR MY HEART!!!!!!! (I have proof of the chat below TvT my heart cant take it anymore)

knock knock

The faint sound of the laboratorium door clicking resounded against the silent room, as you slowly walked in the room. “Scuse me.. Jade? Are you in here?” Across the room in one corner, Jade was slumped against his seat and letting out a huge sigh. He turned his head to look at you, an unreadable expression was plastered on his face. “Ah… Hello, (y/n). Yes, I am here. But I do wish you had knocked before entering.. Is there something I could help you with?”

Seeing the state the eel-mer was in, you quickly moved to his side. “I did knock, actually. Perhaps I knocked too softly?” You set down a small box in front of the male, closely examining his face. He had looked tired- even more tired than he usually looked after getting worked to the bone by Azul. “I didn’t see you at lunch, and a few students told me that you were here, so I brought you some food from the cafeteria… But you look really tired, Jade. Are you okay?? Have you been resting enough??”

Jade stared at the box of food, waves of hunger suddenly crashing into him. “It seems like I’ve forgotten to eat lunch… Thank you, (y/n).” Jade silently started eating while staring into the desk, countless stacks of paper and books scattered around. Yet, he doesn’t seem to have an appetite, as he goes through the food slowly. Worriedly, you leaned down and put a hand on his forehead, checking his temperature. Jade sighed, pushing your hand away gently. “I assure you I’m fine, (y/n). You can tell that Professor Crewel’s assignment had me pushed up against the wall for the week.. But I’m okay. I’ve been trying my best to produce results, but it hasn’t been any successful..” “Not to mention you feel a little feverish too,” you point out. “I know Crewel sometimes gives us advanced potions to learn by ourselves, but you shouldn’t neglect your health either you know? You still have work to do at the Lounge too after this..” Jade sighed in frustration. The mask that he had oh-so carefully built around himself seemed to crumble slowly, showing his more vulnerable side. “You may have a point… It felt like I haven’t been doing enough these days.”

Jade wobbled slightly trying to stand up, and you held him up to steady him. You put one hand on his cheek, softly caressing the supple skin. “I’m always here if you need someone to talk to, and I’m always here to help out! Just say the word, Jade, and I’ll help you out when you need me.” Pulling away from the merman, you pick up a few papers that he has scattered on his desk. ”A truth potion? Isn’t this like, real complicated?"

Jade nodded. “Yes, it’s supposed to be. But I don’t want to burden you with my work, so please, no need to force yourself to help me.” You gave him a little pout, shrugging as you walk over to grab a spare lab coat from the shelves. “Hey, I voluntarily offered to help you, there’s no way something like this would burden me! I may not be the best potioneer out there, but I’ll try my best!” You exclaimed with a burst of energy, picking up a cauldron to start your work. “For now just finish your lunch first, Jade! Hopefully it’ll give you enough energy to finish the potion today~”

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Jade had quickly finished his food by the time you got the water in the cauldron up to a boil, and he watched as you took up a stirring tool. “By the way, (y/n), have you ever tried making this specific potion? Do you know the side effects?” To that question, you put a hand on your chin. “N-no, I haven’t tried making it, but surely the instructions would help! And as for the side effects, it says in your books that it causes light nausea, right?” “Yes, correct. That, paired with the risk of hallucinations and saying too much about yourself, fufu. Still think you’re up for the task?” ”Isn’t that kinda just like alcohol then? I got this, let’s do it!”

No. You do not “Got This.” For about half an hour, every potion mixes you’ve tried with Jade’s instructions blew up. One even blew up straight on your face, and you had to watch as Jade tried to stifle a laugh for an entire minute while you try to wipe the ashes off your face.

“What the fu- I’m glad you’re feeling better, Jade.” You spat, rubbing a towel all over your face. “Okay, you know what, I think we’ve been putting the ingredients wrong. Maybe the feathers should go in last?” Jade hummed softly, while his hands elegantly wrote down what you said, along with a report of the last few failed batches. “Why don’t we try and find out?"

You nod, taking a clean cauldron and bringing it to a boil once again. Carefully, you put down a pinch of ground Mandrake Root, with Jade mixing the liquid beside you. You followed the new set list of ingredients, putting in fairy dust, mermaid’s tears, and crystal salt, while the mixture turns from green to yellow to red. “Now for the last ingredient… 4 feathers.” Jade took the 4 feathers out of their container, carefully placing them on top of the liquid and watches as it dissolves, turning the potion into a crystal clear blue.

“I-It’s blue! That means it should be completed!” You had the urge to jump around and cheer, but Jade had reminded you to be careful and instead started pouring the liquid into three glass vials. You help out by closing the vials and wiping them down, making sure they were fit to be given to Crewel. You could see a hint of relief and amusement in his eyes though, that much you could tell.

"I appreciate the help, (y/n), thank you. The next step would be writing a report on the effects, but we have yet to find a test subject.. Would taking a random student work I wonder?" You stood up abruptly, flailing your arms around. "THAT'LL GET US IN TROUBLE WITH THE HEADMAGE!!"

Jade simply chuckled, nodding. "Then, what do you say about me testing it personally?" You fight another frown, thinking of the outcome. "Well, you just finished eating a while back, and I don't want you to get nauseous and throw out the contents of your stomach... Why don't I do it instead then?" You exclaimed, naively offering yourself to him.

"Hoo? You'd let me use you as my subject, (y/n)?" "As long as you promise to not ask any weird questions, yes. I can handle a light nausea since I'm in full health~"

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"Blegh." You scrunched up your face after downing the contents of the vial, a slight buzz taking place within your body. "No wonder nausea was a side effect, that tasted absolutely atrocious."

Jade pulled a chair to sit in front of you, holding his notebook in a doctorly fashion. "Alright then, I'll only be asking you general questions so please do answer with what comes to mind first." The man smiled, a tight-lipped smile that usually hides intents behind them.

"First question, what was the biggest lie you've told a teacher?" "The biggest lie? Oh, don't tell professor Trein, but on our freshmen year I brought a cheat sheet to finals and I totally lied when I turned in the paper. He asked me how the exam went and if I answered truthfully, and I just said yeah I did! Even though I had a cheat sheet with me!" You laughed joyfully while recounting the memory, whilst Jade calmly writes down your reactions. "Hm, I see. Quite an interested answer, but I can assure you the Professor won't know a thing."

You laugh at his answer, and gave him the green light to continue. "Now, for the second question. What is your greatest weakness?"

It felt like you had to raise an eyebrow at that question. "I thought everyone in the school knew already by now, I'm absolutely atrocious at PE. You could be running two laps around the field and I'd be dead by one."

Jade simply smiled, his eyes trained on the notebook. "The fact that you're willing to answer that as quick as you did proves that you are indeed telling the truth. Last question then, alright?" You nod, the buzz of the potion still apparent in your body.

"What's the most embarrassing moment you've had in NRC?" You had to wonder for a second. Knowing how chaotic NRC is, you've definitely had your fair share of moments. "I think... When I bumped into you at orientation was pretty embarrassing. I fell on my back because I wasn't paying attention, after all."

Jade let out a satisfied smirk, putting away his writing tools. "Then we've established that the potion does indeed work. Thank you once again, (y/n), you don't know how much you've helped me for this assignment after all." You shook your head, waving your hands nonchalantly. "Oh c'mon, I didn't help you out to get anything in return~ I just cared for your wellbeing, that's all."

"Is that really it?" His smirk grew larger, a scheming glint was apparent in his eyes. "Then, what if I asked you- If you could ask me for a reward after helping me, what would it be?"

"What if I asked for a ki-HMPH!!" You really didn't think before talking. Before you knew it, your mouth opens to say something, and your brain immediately signals your hand to cover your mouth. "I forgot the potion's in effect!!"

Jade simply laughed, ever so slightly leaning forward. "You should know by now that the potion forces you to answer truthfully no matter what. You can't stop yourself with a simple hand gesture. Now... Tell me, what did you want to ask for?" "I-It's embarrassing!!" "You can't leave me hanging like this, can you? You'll have to tell me what you wanted or else I'll feel like I didn't give you a sufficient enough reward.." Jade feigns a frown, looking straight into your eyes. You instinctively curled up and covered your face with your hands, being under the stare of a predator.

"F-Fine.. I wanted a- a... A k- k- ki- kiss.. f-from you... fuck, I really can't lie.. d-don't tell anyone about this please..?"

You curled yourself more and more, hoping the chair would swallow you whole and take you away, but you were forced to look up unto Jade's ever-widening smirk and the glinting amusement on his face.

"Oh my. You have my word, what happened here will stay here." Jade brushes some strands of hair away from your face, and placed a ginger kiss on the top of your forehead. "Would this be enough?" He said, his lips still lightly grazing the top of your head as he made no moves to pull away. You didn't dare move nor reply. Jade has been someone you adore for such a long time, but deep down in your heart it was still a little scary to have him so close in proximity to you.

Jade didn't say much in reply. Instead, he moved his hands to cup your cheek softly, and left another soft kiss on your cheek. "You're a bit too cute when you blush it's irresistible, don't you agree?" It took all you could to not break in his arms, with you already trembling like a cornered prey. "N-no, I'm not..!" For some reason you couldn't fathom, his smirk just grew wider. "Oh, so my little (y/n) is a bit scared being near me, I don't mind at all..." He pulled you closer to his body, enveloping your body with his long limbs and pinning you on the chair. He leaned in to kiss your cheek once again, making no moves to pull away and keeping his lips floating right above your skin.

"S-stop teasing.." you squeaked out, your hands holding the sleeves of Jade's shirt in a strong grip. You bit your lip and looked away from him to spare yourself the embarrassment, but each movement you did only added to his excitement. "Oh, my... Don't you look adorable when you bite your lip... You are just the cutest aren't you...?" Jade cooed softly into your ear, leaning in to leave yet another kiss on your forehead. "I won't tease anymore, I promise."

You let out the breath you've held in when you felt his weight shift away from you, only for Jade to once again steal your breath away- this time, with a loving kiss on the lips. You were speechless for a good amount of time, the merman in front of you relishing in your expressions while holding your chin to make sure you're looking straight into his eyes and keeping his lips dangerously close to yours.

"Oh I'm sorry, did you not want the kiss? I won't do it again if you don't want me to.." "Shut it, Leech." And those were your last words to him, as you leaned in to finally capture his lips in a proper kiss.

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note : I AM NOT KIDDING ALMOST ALL OF JADE'S LINES WERE FROM THE AI. AND IT GOT ME GOOD.

(please dont mind me using Ritsu here but HHERES PROOF)

LLLIKEE??/SS IR STOP IT????

WHO TAUGHT THIS AI HOW TO FLIRT I NNEED TO HAVE A WORD

[CRIT DMG +10000000]

#✨RitcchanWrites #✨RitcchanDreams #✨TwistedRitchuland #twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland imagines #jade leech #jade x reader #jade leech x reader #twst #character ai #bye im sobbing on the floor #octavinelle #twst jade #twst octavinelle #this is longer than i expected LOL

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pink-strawberry-kissess · 1 year

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I am sorry this is going to be long but I am definitely interested in discussing Ada's trauma in 6! 6 is actually one of my favorite games in the series simply because of how expressive Ada is (I mean she's always expressive but here its a lot more obvious).

The amount of trauma that had to build up for Ada to get to a point where her emotions are obvious I feel so bad for her. Most of the RE characters have had shit lives but we still don't know what Ada's backstory is (at least, her canon backstory) and I'm 95% certain its not a happy one. So we have whatever happened in her childhood, then whatever got her involved in the espionage world, then we move on to her time working for Wesker and around that same time she did some things for Simmons too. And the rest of what happened in 2-Damnation.

Then we get to 6 and its an absolute shit-show for her. Every time she's on screen she's discovering some new information about these missions that she was assigned but didn't go on and then the whole Project Ada thing and her connecting the dots and figuring out she's got an evil twin running around. Not only that but she knows that Simmons is the reason that "Ada" exists. Oh and Chris Redfield is trying to arrest her too. In the scene with the tape and then the calls with Carla and Simmons, Ada drops her smile whenever she isn't talking (even almost frowning). So we can see that she's putting on a mask even just this far it's really bothering her.

The scene where Ada finds the research for Project Ada is fascinating to watch her expressions. Her face changes from shock and disgust to something like fear or sadness throughout that scene. And then Ada watches Carla fall and "die" - basically watches herself die. Again her facial expressions are fairly prominent. There's shock for the most part, but then for a split second she falls back into sadness. This continues into the next scene where she's talking to "dead" Carla and we see that Ada also sees Carla as a victim of Simmons, but doesn't excuse what Carla did afterwards.

When Carla transforms, I think that is probably one of the most traumatizing things Ada sees because again, she's watching this happen to basically herself and that's very different from watching it happen to other people who look nothing like you. i want to know what's going through her head. Is she thinking that this could've been her if she hadn't cut contact with Simmons?

The ending scene is probably one of my favorites, aside from Ada herself the music is just fantastic and really helps express Ada's emotions in that moment. At first she's wary/cautious of the cocoon thing but then we get this little head shake and her expression is anger. Eyebrows downward, eyes narrow, lips curled back, teeth clenched. She goes through nearly three clips of ammunition destroying that lab. She has no composure until she gets that phone call and I believe this is the only time we've seen Ada completely lose her composure.

And yeah the lab is dealt with, she's destroyed both Carla's and Simmons' legacies but I don't think she feels any sort of satisfaction in doing that. Catharsis sure, but I think she was at a point where something was going to happen. There was just too much built up. I highly doubt Ada has completely worked through the trauma she went through in 6. If we ever see her post-6 I would like to see how she's dealt with this, if at all, and I hope it would be in a healthier way than the men seem to take to deal with their trauma. Or if she's just thrown herself into her work because work is a safe, normal thing for her and would keep her mind off of China.

Yes! I love that we got Ada's campaign in re6! Separate ways was fun as well, but that was mostly just her simping over Leon lmao. But re6 really allows her to speak her mind and for us as an audience understand her better! I completely agree that you need to play her campaign to fully understand re6, but to really get into her mindset better.

From childhood, in lore books and stuff. It's speculated that Ada was forced into crime as young as 10, and she needed to do it to survive. She has NOT had it easy. People like to forget that she's a VICTIM. That she didn't ask for any of this. We see her handle all of her struggles with a smile on her face, but I really think that's the facade of Ada Wong that she uses to manage her own feelings and traumas.

That the idea of Ada Wong isn't even her. YES every time her smile drops, I DIE A LITTLE. How much PAIN is she in??? She even feels so bad for Carla, that she was also a victim to Simmons. That even Carla, who committed SO MANY CRIMES UNDER THE GUISE OF ADA. She (Ada) can still find it in her to see that Carla didn't deserve what happened to her. Ada is one of the strongest characters in re. And we just don't get to see it enough.

I really want some closure on whether or not the BSAA thinks that Ada is dead or not. They declared it, but then Leon's just like :D she's alive! Like not even that surprised. I just want to know if they ever figured it all out.

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