#i hope that's alright i don't wanna trigger anyone

[certainlynotasimp]

Okay, first of all, how are you? Hope you’re doing well! Drink plenty of water, stay hydrated- Second off, your Sunny fics? *chef’s kiss* so mainly, what if anybody made Sunny cry and Miguel had to find out about it? And Sunny’s trying not to make it seem like a big deal in order to keep Miguel from, you know, absolutely obliterating anyone.

Come on, Baby, Cry.

((Miguel O' Hara X Female! Reader))

A/N: Oh my goodness, thank you so much for the compliment. All my readers? *Extra chef's kisses* I am very hydrated and I got so excited to write this for you and to add some angsty content lol. I hope you enjoy this and let me know if you are disappointed or if you love it.

A/N: I also wanna address two things before I post this too. 1) thank you so much to the anon who asked me to include translations for the Spanish phrases as I was honestly not thinking about doing that. I will do better to include the translations at the end of the fics. 2) There are gonna be some triggering topics explored in this one-shot so if you don't want to hear about near injuries to children or child loss, then I understand if you don't want to read it. Feel free to enjoy my other fanfics and here's the post where you can stay notified on happier Sunny and Miggy fanfics.

Warnings: Grumpy x Sunshine, Barely using (Y/N) ((Sunny is just their nickname, not their actual name.)), Female pronouns, PTSD, Mentions of Child Loss, Endangerment of a Child ((No children were actually hurt, just traumatized)), Trauma, Comforting, Fluff, Angry Miguel, and Google Translate Spanish.

The room fills with squeals and giggles as the chase between the chubby toddler and the jumping spider. Mayday swings her little self around the corridor as the young woman follows behind amused by how agile the little tyke was. 

‘Maybe she’ll make a good sidekick in the future.’ The smiling woman muses in her mind before a bloody image flashes in her mind. Shaking her head, she clears the idea out of her mind as Mayday reaches an open window. 

Her quick scream of horror as she accidentally swings herself out of the window causes the woman’s blood to run cold as she flings herself out of the window after her. “MAYDAY!”

The adrenaline coming from her heightened fear causes the whole thing to appear to be trapped in time as the spider woman falls with the screeching infant falling inches away. Tears clouded her vision as she shoots out her webbing to the pillars around them as the images of flames lick at her eyes. 

So many flames, and too many buildings at once. Screams and pleas from below as she tries to be there. They didn’t matter to her, not at that moment. The only one who mattered was him. Did he scream like that too or did he not even feel it?

Using her webbing, she quickly creates a hammock for Mayday to fall on a few feet from the ground, thankfully trapping the wailing infant so she can’t escape. Unfortunately, reality doesn’t set in time for the spider as she slams into the titanium flooring below, knocking the air out of her lungs.

Many spidermen gathered as they heard the commotion, but she could only focus her blurry vision above her as she tries to regain her sight. A familiar blur of bright pink swings up and grabs the ball of ginger hair in a muddled mess of cries. He quickly drops down to where the disoriented woman was splayed out below with the whimpering infant in his arms.

“Hey, Sunny, you alright?” Peter calls his friend. The damage didn’t look bad from the outside, but he was sure she had some nasty concussion with how she was looking at him.

Hobie crouches down beside the crumbled girl and carefully lifts her head up with one hand. “Oi, Sunshine, you there?” He mutters as he looks into her eyes. He holds up his hand and makes three fingers pop up. “How many fingers do you see, love?”

With a cough, the woman croaks out, “Three?” Her eyes begin to focus as her enhanced healing works out the stars in her vision. With the help of Hobie and Peter, she stands up with a whimper at the feeling of her shattered ribs forming back together. “Damn, I forgot that falling several feet actually hurt.” She attempts to joke despite her wheezing breath. The crowd around them laughs as Peter sighs in relief.

“Thank god, you’re alright.” Peter mourns as a glint of regret shines in his eyes. “I’m sorry for all this, Sunny. I shouldn’t have let her bring the web shooter here. She almost swings herself out of the window all the time and MJ told me that one day I won’t be there to help the next time it happens.” Mayday’s cries end as she sees her favorite play partner up and well as she shows off her gummy smile.

“Well, luckily I was here to save the day.” The disoriented spider muses as she returns the infant’s smile as the men chuckle. The crowd dissipates leaving the injured spider with her two friends.

“I’m still really sorry, P. I got distracted and didn’t see that the window was open.” She winces as she blames herself for being so neglectful.

“Don’t sweat it, kid. This little rascal will probably send me to an early grave with all the mischief she causes.” Peter jokes as he tickles his now roaming daughter, chuckling at her excited squeals.

“Good thing you don’t have a kid, Sunny.” Hobie chuckles. “You would lose them in a heartbeat.”

The bright atmosphere shatters as the woman abruptly pulls away from her friends. The men look at her confused until they saw the look in her eyes. The normal warm and inviting gaze that they all thrived under was gone, only a dark void was staring back at them. Their light now shining in hurt and sadness as memories cloud her mind. Her lip trembles in a tight line as tears begin to roll down her face. 

Hobie looks confused at the sudden shift, but Peter realizes something as he looked at his trembling friend. Her eyes burned with tears as they locked with his. She had a haunted look about her. It's a look only parents can ever understand and fear. The look Peter himself almost experienced. “Hey,(y-” Before Peter can comfort her, she activates her mask and turns invisible before running off, her muffled sobs leaving them speechless.

Hobie groans as he realizes two things. One, he just made the sweetest person in the world cry. And Two,...

Miguel is gonna kill him.

~~~~~~~

The warm glow of the portal illuminates the surveillance room as the blue spider steps out covered in a musty yellow goo. Lyla smirks as she observes the little chucks slipping onto the ground as Miguel attempts to dust off the slime from his large shoulders.

“Was your mission successful, boss?” The assistant snarks as she sends out a little robot to follow the annoyed Spiderman. The little bug-like contraption eagerly swallows up the disgusting mess Miguel left as he walks up to the platform. “The anomaly was captured and disposed of. Next time, warn me if William Baker is made of anything except sand.” He grumbles as the sound of the little robot annoyed him even more. 

“I’ll make a note of that.” The AI giggles as she downloads the mission info from Miguel’s gizmo. “Also ‘Miss Sunshine’ is here and she doesn’t seem too happy.” She says before fading out.

Miguel’s eyes widen upon hearing that his sunny partner was upset. She was never upset. Never. With concern eating away at him, Miguel shoots out a web and swings himself to the platform above. He lands softly as he sees the scene in front of him.

His sunshine sat in his usual seat in front of the monitor. Her costume was dirty with a chest compression brace wrapped around her ribs as her choked sobs wheeze out of her. Her mask was off as her head rested against the ice pack in her hand, her back leaned forward as her attention was focused on the image before her.

He already knew what was on the screen.

He knew that file name by heart just like how he knows Gabriella’s.

File SW-0001425

World 16457-0

Spider-Woman- (Y/N) (L/N)

Age of infection- 23

Occupation- Intern Medical Research Assistant in the Genetics Department of { REDACTED } working under Dr. {REDACTED}

Sacrifice: Ben (L/N), age 4, Son of (Y/N) (L/N), 1 year into being Spiderwoman

Cause of death: Blunt Force trauma and Smoke inhalation caused by a multi-location attack caused by { REDACTED}

Status of Universe: DESTROYED

On the screen, the laughing face of a younger Sunny shines as a chubby cheek of a baby boy with dark curls smooshes into hers. The faint sound of a child mimicking the smooch of a kiss can be heard as the overexaggerated gasp of the woman causes the toddler to squeal. “That was such a sweet kiss, Benny. Can mommy have another one?” The sweet voice soured the air as the sobbing woman mournfully watches her baby boy.

The baby she failed.

Miguel approaches behind her and slowly takes the mouse from her weak grasp. The broken woman sighs as she realizes her miggy is here with her now, but doesn’t turn to look at him as he pauses the video. Her baby’s matching eyes stare right back at her before Miguel turns the chair around to face him as his mask disintegrates. His eyes glow red under the light of the monitors as he searched her sore eyes. Her face was red with a noticeable bruise along the left side of her face. Tears and snot crusted over her soft features as her lips remained turned into a trembling whisper. Her pupil shone in self-loathing and searching for his comfort. He could tell that this episode isn’t just one of her low days, something happened.

Something happened and he wasn’t here to stop it.

Miguel closes his eyes as his hand caresses her cheek. The warmth of her flushing face nuzzling into his palm allowed him to ground his rage as he focuses his gaze back onto his beloved.

“Mi luz, ¿qué pasó?” He seethes as he looks deep into her eyes. 

She shakes her head as she tries to avoid looking into his concerned ruby gaze. The glass bridge was already cracked as she internally debated with sobbing everything that happened into his warm embrace or to protect her friend from the wrath she knows Miguel will unleash if he knows what was said. The warmth of his other palm cupping her cheek, guiding her to a wandering eye to look at his frowning face nearly broke her.

“It was nothing, Miggy…”She whispered as her voice trembled again. She tried to control her eyes from unknowingly confessing while she tries to bite the wobbling pout. “It was an accident…”

“What.” Miguel runs his thumb under her abused mouth as a piece of her disheveled hair was swept back. “Happened?” His demand is punctuated as he holds her in his stare. His eyes burned with barely contained fury and protectiveness as he studied her reactions. “Odio verte como la suya, mi amor.” He admits with a sigh.

Leaning forward, Miguel places a firm kiss on her forehead as his beloved’s breath shudders at his touch. The gentle heat under his touch left her trembling as the glass began to crack. “Let me ease your pain…” He whispers as he trails his kisses down to her eyelids. “These eyes are meant to be filled with happiness, not sorrow…” The cracks deepen as he gently kisses her nose. “I can’t undo what has happened…” The corners of her lips were caressed by his as his nose brushed against her cheeks causing her eyes to meet his mirrors. Her sorrow and helplessness are reflected in his ruby eyes as he kneels on the ground between her legs. A silent plea breaks the resolve she built as he mutters into her ear.

“Please, mi sol, at least let me feel your pain too…It's me and you against the universe remember…Por favor no me dejes solo ... No quiero perderte de nuevo.” He begs as the tension shatters. 

With her arms snaking around his shoulders, the little spider confesses all that happened hours prior into his ear. Each detail, each scar, burned into his mind as she clung to his neck and hair. His inferno of rage almost imploded until he looked back into her eyes again. The relief of letting go of all of her troubles made her face look years younger as she looked at him with her big vulnerable eyes. 

Hobie will have to wait. His love needed him now.

In a silent nod, Miguel wrapped her weak legs around his waist before he stood up. Feeling her snuggling into his throat, he carries her toward her room down the hallway while the annoying robot follows them to clean up the mess. As he enters the room, he releases some of his anger by smashing the bug with his foot. 

“What was that, Miggy?” She croaks as she weakly tries to look over his shoulder.

“Just a bug,” He sighs as he approaches her dresser and grabs his spare set of clothes from his drawer. “You want your clothes or mine?”

“Yours…” She shyly admits as he feels the heat returning to the cheek on his neck. 

“Muy bien, niña bonita. Lo que quieras.” He whispers as he grabs another set of clothes that he knows will swallow her. With that, he carries them into her personal bathroom and spent the night slowly bringing back his sunshine.

~~~~~~~~

A deep scream rings out through the Lobby as they see a flash of blue fury tackles the residential metal head into the ground. Peter hurries to save his colleague along with a few other Spidermen as Mayday laughs at the anarchist getting thrashed by the clawed man spewing Hispanic curses at him.

~~~~~~~~~

Translations:

Mi luz, ¿qué pasó? - My light, what happened?

mi sol - my sun

Por favor no me dejes solo ... No quiero perderte de nuevo. -Please don't leave me alone...I don't want to lose you again

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Overprotective Arlecchino and Kafka with a weak and fragile user they insist taking on missions with them cause they don't wanna be seperated from their love for even a second

Love your work btw!

Hope you'll enjoy😁

Trigger Warning: Yandere, Obsessive behaviour, Possessive behaviour, Kidnapped reader, Murder

Arlecchino: She really really doesn't want to take you along, you are so weak, so fragile, your bones are brittle enough to break when she puts a small amount of pressure on them. But the way you begged her to take you along, that you didn't want to be away from her made her melt, so now you are following her.

Arlecchino is princess carrying you the entire mission, she can't allow you to hurt yourself. She is also always on guard, anyone can appear at anytime to hurt you, and when someone evetually does hurt you since you are an easier target, Arlecchino won't hold back, she'll murder them brutally, you can only watch in fear as she approaches you soaked in blood asking if you're alright.

"Love, this is why I didn't want you to come with me, next time you're staying at home. Now let's get your wound checked out"

Kafka: Of course she will take you with her, you are so weak that she would be way to afraid of leaving you alone for more than a day. Whenever you are on a mission with her she will make sure you stay within 10 feet of her, otherwise she will pull you closer and force you to to stay around her.

Kafka loves that you don't wanna be sepperated from her, she doesn't want that either. She makes sure to take out any enemy before they have a chance of ever seeing you, she might not say it but your safety is her top priority, you have no idea how afraid she is of you getting hurt or worse, dying.

"Aaaaw sweetie, you wanna follow me, well of course you can, just make sure you stay close, can't have anyone damage my precious treasure"

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[white-poppie]

heyy could u maybe do a fem reader dealing with sh? with kenma, bokuto, and hinata(separate) from haikyuu. like she accidentally reveals them and they notice it and they all just comfort her? thank u and have a good day!!

You drew st★rs around my scars

A/n: HUGE TRIGGER WARNING AHEAD! So sorry for delaying this anon, life has been complicated these days, I really hope it wasn't an emergency rq. Please don't read it if you are not comfortable, I don't want to accidentally trigger anyone, stay safe :)

TW: S*lf H@/rm, scars, bleeding, crying, distressful situations, poetical depictions of scars (please let me know if I am missing anything.)

NOTE: Please, in case anything is troubling you, do contact someone you trust or the national helpline of your country. It may seem that there is no point in living, but trust me, there are always things worth fighting for. Please don't hurt yourself you are far too precious to be scarred in this way. If you ever wanna talk, my DMs are always open, I have helped people before and it wouldn't be any inconvenience to help more people in need.

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𝐊𝐄𝐍𝐌𝐀 𝐊𝐎𝐙𝐔𝐌𝐄

The heat dampened your skin, as sweat rolled uncomfortably, sticking the clothes too close to your flesh than you would like. The salty beads of precipitation, made you hiss in pain as they rolled down the fresh, irritated scars; it was all too overstimulating.

The urge to scratch the skin over your pants was irresistible, it was a sort of double-edged sword that was ruining your comfort.

You sighed and decided to change into some shorts instead, it would prevent the sweat build-up that would irritate your skin.

The cool air of the aircon hitting your skin made it so much more bearable.

What you had forgotten in the midst of your discomfort was the fact that your significant other was in fact about to come from his practice soon. You two had planned a pizza dinner today.

"Oi Y/N?" he called as he removed his shoes before entering. You were in a state of comfort, half-bliss at the relief from the scalding sweat, it took you a few seconds before you could respond, panicking you grabbed your pants and tried to slip them over the shorts, "h-here." you called out, puffing as your voice cracked.

But Kenma was quick, agile and laser-sharp; all too cat-like for your liking. It felt like those scenes where the perpetrator was caught red-handed.

Your pants were half slipped up, only till your knees, giving a good view of the scar on your upper thighs, that lay just below your shorts.

You prayed, you hoped, you begged that Kenma wouldn't notice from that far, that the blood wasn't seeping from the fresh scars, that your lips weren't trembling in shame, that you didn't look so utterly defeated and ashamed.

So you just sat on the ground, all the effort you had put up for months, crumbling down all because of the heat -- you were far too careless. You sat on the floor, covering your face with your hands, the pants still bundled up to your knees.

Kenma was petrified, frozen, he had no idea what to do. His heart had dropped to his stomach when he entered and saw your scars in full display. It didn't take a genius to figure out what was going on.

He watched you break down, his hands, shaking and itching to comfort you, to help you somehow, but he is just spell-casted.

"Y/N..." he whispered softly and tries to walk with soft steps as if trying not to startle a sleeping baby, "look at me, please."

He said as kindly as possible, as he sits next to you, his heart breaking at how you softly shake your head.

"Baby please, I promise I won't get mad," he said in such a soft voice, like you would break if he was a tad-bit too loud. You shakily look up at him, eyes red and blood-shot.

"You are okay," he whispered and pat your head, "let's get you cleaned up, alright, we won't want any infections." he said and offered you a hand.

You shakily kept your hand in his as he pulled you up, ordering you to set on the edge of the bed while he got the medical kit.

"Are you gonna leave me?" you asked a little strongly, almost hating how vulnerable you sound.

"Never," he whispered softly and settled on the floor with the medical-kit, "I would never leave you when you need me the most, and I am not saying it out of obligation, I am saying it out of love."

"You are not alone, not anymore, I promise I am never going to blame you for any of this," he said and brushed your hair back, as he sat on floor, gently applying some antiseptic on your thighs with a q-tip.

He makes a mental note to throw all the blades and keep the knives and scissors away from your grasp while you are sleeping to prevent this kind of incident from happening again.

"I love you and nothing can change that, we'll overcome this together, I promise."

𝐁𝐎𝐊𝐔𝐓𝐎 𝐊𝐎𝐔𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐎

Bokuto wasn't the smartest in the bunch, but he was perceptive of emotions, he noticed when people got quiet, he noticed when someone felt left out, he is always there in the sweetest way possible, his antics are just that adorable.

But right now, you wanted nothing more than to just tell him to go away, but you can't, you can't do that to Bokuto, you can't do that to your Koutaro. Even when you are on the verge of collapsing, your vision blurring as you gripped the sink to stabilize yourself from the roar of panic that echoed deeply within the caverns of your brain.

"Angel, let me in, come on," he knocks softly on the door, "I know you are crying, I'll- I'll give you space I promise, I just need to make sure if you are doing okay."

Bokuto knows how much some people value their personal spaces, it was never a problem for him, but he respected that, he would've let you be on any other day, but seeing the way you were acting for the past one week...he is scared. He is terrified of the mere aspect of you doing something reckless that might take you away from him.

"Kou, please leave me be, I just- I don't wanna see anyone right now."

"Baby, please," he almost pleads and you know he is going into his emo mode again, "I'll break the door Angel, but I am not letting you be, not like this."

You panic frantically as you hear that he will burst open the door, “Kou wait-“

“Get away baby,” he says as he braces himself for kicking the door down.

“3…”

Your heartbeat sped up, but you weren’t sure why, Koutarou’s reaction? Being scared that he would leave you? Or the fact that he was gonna break down the door and waste money for no apparent reason.

“2…”

You breath in deeply and unlock the door, standing behind it. You let him open the door.

Koutaro hugs you. No questions asked, no word spoken; just his muscular arms enveloped around your neck as he pulls you close by your waist. His lips rest on your hairline, just kissing forehead and rubbing your back, comforting you.

He slowly pulls away, and holds your face in his hands, no words needed to be spoken, you already know what he is asking, 'baby what did you do?'

You whimper and softly look down to your arms, not uttering a single syllable, seeing the beads of bloodseep into the sleeves of your t-shirt.

Bokuto gulps and looks into your eyes and then back at the sleeves. He held the fabric genty with his thumb and index finger, "I am gonna roll it up." He says and gently rolls it, careful not to hurt you. His throat turns dry and a broken gasp leaves his his mouth.

"Baby..." he says softly as tears line in his eyes.

"Kou I'm so sorry-" you sob and groan. You had been fearing that this day would come soon.

"Its okay," he says and wipes his tears and hugs you again, tightly, "I promise you won't be pushed to the edge like this again, we'll figure something out, alright?"

"We'll talk to a therapist, we'll- we'll figure something out, alright? You are safe, I'll protect you, I promise," he says and kisses your forehead as he cries again.

"I care about you way too much, please don't do anything reckless," he says softly and cries on the nape of your neck, even if you are the one who needs comforting right now. You nod against his t-shrt, your head buried in his chest.

"But baby you gotta promise me to tell me whenever you are itching to do something like this, whenever you feel as if you need to let the bad thoughts out, somehow, you need t talk to me. Give me a call if I am not here, I'll drive to you hell even run to you, barefoot if I have to."

𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐀𝐓𝐀 𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐘𝐎

Hinata felt like a fool to have believed you when you said the scars that lay on your lower-belly were cat-scratches.

He noticed them when your shirt rode up a little while you stretched. the thin scars actually did resemble cat scratches, so he didn't think much of it.

Hinata was finally concerned when witnessed how you hissed when he wrapped his arms around your waist when you were doing something, or how you pushed him back a little when he poked your belly to get your attention.

For a long time he thought he had done something wrong, until he noticed how your smile was loosing its radiant glow that blinded a thousand suns, how your eyes seemed murky and grey instead of full-of verve...he knew something was very wrong.

"Did your cat scratch you again?" he asks suddenly and you are caught-off-guard.

"What cat?" you asked and he frowned.

"Love why do you have scars on your stomach then? Is someone bullying you? Hurting you?" he questioned softly, his eyes all observant and curious.

Your heartbreat fastened at the question, thumping widely against your ribs, "just nothing..." You said and internally groaned at your awkward reasoning.

"You know I am not letting you drop it, right? I care about you, even of it means that I am overbearing sometimes, I say all this out of concern, " he sighed, "I promise I won't judge you for anything." He says reassuringly, smiling with such glee that makes you tear up.

It felt as if you were cheating him, repressing your nature in front of him, but at the same time you wanted to conceal all of it. he was just too pure and you felt tainted...in the worst way possible, the irreversible way that can't be washed away like grime.

"Shoyo, I'm sorry," you whisper, "I-I hurt myself." You say as tears roll down your face.

"It got bad, I-I- relapsed, I tried to stop myself, I really did," you sob.

"You-you did this to yourself?" he asks bewildered, as if the concept of someone inflicting pain upon themselves is a foreign to him, "why?"

"It got bad Shoyo, my headspace wasn't exactly the best- I had stopped it a few years ago, took me all the effort, but I crumbled, I crumbled under the stress," you cry on his shoulder as he hugs you tightly, careful to not to touch the scars on your belly.

"I got you," he says as his lip trembles as he hugs you tightly,"I got you, I got you."

He breaks from the hug and looks at you, "promise me you won't hurt yourself- I'll figure something out, don't do this to yourself, you are so goddamn beautiful, don't hurt yourself like this." He hiccups and kisses your cheek.

"Are they new? Did you put rubbing alcohol on them? Bandage?" he asks, panicking a little.

You shake your head and he sighed, "I- sweetheart you should've cleaned them at least, they can cause an infection."

He sighs and asks you, "may- may I see them?" He questions softly and it makes your eyes widen, as you stare at him with shock.

"i promise I won't judge you, I gotta see them baby" he says softly and waits for you to roll up you t-shirt. He examines the scars on your lower belly, his heart breaking at the sight of how much you've hurt yourself, yet at the same time he is reluved that they don't see too recent, that means you didn't hurt yourself in the past few days.

He gently holds you by your waist and kisses your scars. A soft gasp escaped your mouth as he does this.

"Shouyo what are you doing?" you question, but he doesn' move, he just kisses your scars like its his lifeline, its ticklish but its so intimate that it makes you tear-up again.

"So frickin' strong," he mumbles against your skin, "I love you so much, I swear you are the most perfect person in this entire world. Your scars only make you look cooler."

He sighs and looks up at you, "but honey, you gotta promise you won't hurt yourself anymore, scars are cool, they tell your story, but I hate seeing you hurt yourself like this."

You nod hesitantly, "I'll try."

He smiles and rests his head on your skin, it doesn't matter to him, if there is a little trail of hair on it, or the scars littlering its expanse like constellations, he just loves you that much.

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At Last-Ralph x FReader (ch 1)

So I haven't written in over a year lol, and this was SUPPOSE to be a one-shot, but I started writing and got in the groove again sooooo...it became a chapter story! Lol. Hoping to get a chapter out every Friday til the story is finished that way I can balance it with running my Etsy shop and all 😊.

Summery: After you and your friends are transported back to the 1920's by a time machine elevator, you embark on an adventure, and that adventure leads to a beautiful man.

Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5

Pairing: Ralph x Reader

Words: 3,328

Warnings: Ralph being a cutie, also some possible trigger words for some, I do apologize, I was simply quoting the show and they were used.

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⚠️ 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠: 𝐈 𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐜𝐨𝐩𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐩𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐲 𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐬, 𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐢𝐭𝐬 𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐬, 𝐭𝐨 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐦 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐮𝐥𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞.⚠️

"At last, my love has come along

My lonely days are over

And life is like a song"

"So…Just to recap so that I know I am not losing my mind here….We actually just followed a homeless man into an elevator"

"Yeah"

"That was actually a time machine"

"Yeah"

"That actually took us back to the 1920's"

"Yeah"

"How do you know it's the 20's?"

"Which box do we check first, the cars? The hair? The fashion?"

"1920's London"

"Not exactly what I signed up for when I decided to vacation from America" you sighed, looking around the cobblestone road. Somehow, because you still couldn't wrap your head around a time machine elevator, you and your four friends had landed yourselves in London…In the 1920's. Horace and Jason were looking around please, for different reasons, Horace in amusement and Jason at all the women. Nick looked like he was about to have an aneurysm, while you and Lauren sat back and took in your situation. You would be lying if you said that this whole thing was at least somewhat exciting, odd and unbelievable, but exciting. You had decided to visit your friends over the summer, having met Lauren online some years ago when you were in a Facebook group for "Things to do when in London", since you were hoping to visit that following year. Lauren and you struck up a fast friendship over music, and soon found you had a lot of similar interests. 

"Alright, let's just stick together and avoid any

plantations." Nick said after a moment.

"Imagine all the things we could do." Horace said with a smile 

"Invest in stocks and shares and get filthy rich in the present day." Lauren replied with a mischievous smile back.

"I was gonna say burn a witch, but we could do that." Horace replied

"...Now I suddenly don't feel safe" You replied, causing Horace to turn to you.

"Can trace my ancestors back to Salem remember" you laughed, causing his eyes to widen.

"Right! No, sorry, no witch burning" he backtracked, causing you to laugh more.

"It doesn't matter what time we're in, any time before the mid-'80s isn't good for black people." Nick stressed

"You have a point" You stated

"Bruv, how can you not wanna explore? We owe it to ourselves! People like us never

get to time travel. It's what white people do,

like skiing, or brunch." Jason replied,

"Anyone got a fiver? I'm gonna buy a house." Lauren laughed as you all made your way onto the streets.

"Look at you perving at all the ye olde ladies." She teased Jason.

"I'm just appreciating when women dressed like women, and not like twelve-year-old schoolboys." He told her, earning a punch in the arm. 

"I wouldn't call you eyeing every woman as simply appreciating" you laughed. Noticing a woman staring at Lauren before muttering.

"That reminds me, I must buy some black pudding."

"Would it mess with the future if I smacked that woman in the face right now?" Lauren asked, causing everyone to snicker but bringing up a very good question, what would happen to the future, your timelines, by you simply existing in the 20's?

"No, seriously, she's right. Time, space, ripple

effects and all that. What would happen?" Nick asked, causing Horace to reach into his pocket.

"Homeless Pete gave me some rules. Um 1, Don't kill anyone." 

"That's not even specific to time travel." Nick muttered

"Don't impregnate, get impregnated. Don't touch any animals."

"Awe there goes your fun Jason" you teased.

"Have fun and try to blend in." Horace finished

"Try to blend in?" You asked

"Am I the only one noticing that?" Nick pointed behind you, you all turned and noticed a large crowd of white people gathered to stare…ah…yeah…people of color were not as common in these times indeed.

"Why are we in a suit shop?"

"Because I didn't see a Foot Locker."

You noticed the man behind the desk look up from his magazine as you all walked in before suddenly looking very scared.

"Good afternoon" he said nervously

"How may I eat you-, help you?" He quickly corrected himself, his eyes landing on you.

"Hello sir, my friends would like suits please"

"Y-Yes of course, I'll just go eat the-Get the manager" he nervously smiled before escaping to the backroom.

"She's alright." You heard Jason say as you leaned over the counter to see the magazine the man had been looking at…Ah cannibals…that explains the oddness.

"Going by the day's events, don't you think you have enough girlfriends?" Nick asked

"Alright, then you go talk to her."

"Well, obviously I can't."

"Why not?"

"Because she's about 90 years older than me."

"What?"

"Yes, I could go outside,and yes, I could chat her up. But what if I fell for her, and she for I?

And we had this whirlwind love affair where we couldn't be without one another.

And at the peak of everything, she decides to come back with me to the 21st century. But as we return to the present day, I'd turn to her only to see that she'd become the age she would be in that time. And I would have the girl of my dreams as an old woman, dying in my arms." Nick concluded. 

"Ahh Nick, always the romantic" you snickered

"Bruv, I just said to get her phone number." Jason replied just as a new voice spoke up.

"Ahem!" 

Spinning around you suddenly felt like the air got knocked out of you as you looked toward the new people in the small shop.

'Oh…Oh'

"Hello" they spoke at the same time, and you could hear Horace say something along the lines of 

"Hail thee, good morrow,how doth thou?" Behind you, but he sounded so far away, everything did, it was like everything suddenly blurred into nothing until there was just him. He wore a cream colored suit and a boater hat, a simple enough outfit for the time but that wasn't what caught your attention, his eyes, the way his smile made them sparkle as he excitedly told the woman beside him to ask them, before prompting her again, causing her to quickly snap at him and his smile fell, and you watched his eyes dull a bit, the sight making your heart clench.

'Don't look sad please,never look sad'

"Ask us what?"

"We were just wondering-" He started but again was cut off by the woman, you could feel yourself beginning to get annoyed at her as you watched his eyes dull even further.

"Yes, Ralph!..Are you a jazz band?"

"What makes you think we're a jazz band?" Lauren asked, and you watched his eyes move over to her, eyeing her up and down and you felt your chest ache…So…Even in a different time nothing changes. Your eyes drift away from him, everything coming into focus again as Nick and the woman talked.

"Quartet."

"Well, four (five) coloured chaps in London. What else could you be?" She replied

"You're also carrying instruments." He added

"Oh, so you are." She smiled, looking at their hands and glancing at you.

"Now call it fate, but Ralph and I are hosting a sick-makingly glorious birthday party." She smiled excitedly, something about this woman gave you a headache already, but at least now you knew his name was Ralph…It suited him.

"We're twins.Non-identical." he stated, as if the non-identical needed to be added you thought, finding yourself smiling a bit. 

"I was born first." She added

"So Victoria and I are having

a party-" he started again, only to get cut off once more, and by how he slowly sank back you knew this happened often…Too often.

"Yes, Ralph!...And daddy promised us a Negro jazz band."

"You really shouldn't use that word." Lauren added.

"Oh, sorry. A Negro jazz quartet. Quite a shame, the band we hired cancelled.

"One of the poor fellows got polio." They laughed, causing you all to kind of look at one another.

"Typical, isn't it? All bad things seem to happen to me." She pouted

"How much we talking?" Lauren asked

"You'll be paid fabulously"

"So please, please, please say you're a jazz quartet!"

"We are a jazz quartet."

"Sorry, we'd love to but unfortunately we've got to get home." Nick started but Lauren jumped in

"We'll be there."

"Wondrous!"

"It is rather a formal affair."

"Yes, so no curious native trousers or, um, spongy foot sheaths."

"I can't wait!"

"Please don't let us down, otherwise Ralph and I will howl with shame and take our lives in a tragic double suicide." She stated, causing everyone to let out a nervous laugh, except they weren't laughing…before a simple.

"See you chaps later!" And just like that, they were gone. You watched them through the window, watched as he retreated with his sister, his excitement visible if only for a moment before she dampened it again.

"All I'm saying is that when people time travel, it's to prevent a natural disaster or to save mankind from extinction.Not to perform as a

'Negro jazz quartet'" Nick ranted after everyone left the shop with their new suits, you excluded. You looked around after you all stopped in the street, everyone ranting about how Nick wanted a paid gig and now they have one, Nick ranting about how everyone needed to get home and he was going to go back and find the lift to get us out of there. In the end Nick left on his own, leaving the four of you in the streets. 

"Right so do we just have a look around then?" Horace asked.

"You can go ahead, I'm going to look in some shops, still need to find some clothes" you replied, thumbing towards some more shops.

"Oh right!" Horace started but Lauren cut in 

"Why don't you lot go on ahead, we'll meet you at the gig" she stated, before walking with you towards the shops. The first two shops you both quickly walk out of after looking at the price tags. Yes you had some money but not that much. The 3rd shop was a bit cheaper, it was a bit of a thrift store in a way, returns from other shops that maybe had lost a few beads or had been repaired hung on the walls. 

"So…You trying to look your best tonight?" Lauren asked while you looked at the dresses.

"Just looking to blend in I suppose" you shrugged, watching as she nodded but continued to stare at you from the corner of her eye.

"So you wouldn't be looking for somethin' to catch his eye?" She asked after a moment, causing your head to whip in her direction.

"W-what?" You asked, trying to keep your voice low and even.

"Come off it, I saw the way you stared at what's his name…Ralph, back there. Looked like a deer in the headlights, if the deer was also in love with the car" she smirked before adding.

"Also pretty sure I heard you gasp when you first turned around"

"I….I don't know what you're going on about, I had no such look" you stated, going back to the dress.

"Oh really?" 

"Really" 

"Cause it looked to me like-"

"He had his eye on someone else anyways, now can we please drop it?" You sighed, grabbing a dress and heading to the changing room. Lauren watched you walk away, confused by your reaction, she was only teasing in her own sort of way, but the way you acted…she felt like she was opening an old wound. When you emerged again you were dripping in black and gold, a beaded headpiece around your (h/c) locks and a faux pearl bracelet around your wrist. Mary Janes adored your feet and as you looked at yourself in the mirror you truly felt like you were living your Great Gatsby fantasy.

"Whoa" Lauren said behind you.

"Good Whoa or Bad Whoa?" You asked, teeth worrying your bottom lip.

"Good Whoa" she smiled, causing you to sigh, before you grabbed your bag that was now filled with your old clothes and walked to the cashier, handing her the money, very glad you had exchanged your Dollars for Pounds. 

After shopping the two of you met up with Horace and Jason again, walking around the town for a bit before heading to the party. A party that you were both looking forward to and dreading. Once there you were shocked by the amount of people already there, and the amount of alcohol. You watched as the three of your friends drank from the bottle, you yourself sipping from your cup, before Jason noticed something, tapping Lauren on the arm.

"Someone's got an admirer." He nodded towards a table, you all looked over and noticed Ralph, his eyes raking over Lauren as he smiled at her.

"I'm guessing he's gonna be pretty pissed off when he finds out you're a girl." Jason joked

"Yeah, well I'm guessing Victoria's gonna be pretty pissed when she finds out you're a girl." Lauren replied, her eyes looking over to find you, your front facing the bar, your back to Ralph as you drank your drink. She looked back at Ralph, noticing that his eyes were on you, eyebrows furrowed before he caught her gaze, smiling again. The rest of the night was a whirlwind, first there was trying to stall hoping Nick would show up, then Jason almost started up with how it was now a Trio, the Wu-tang clan, before Nick actually showed up and they played their asses off. You couldn't help but actually enjoy yourself, the alcohol in your system mixing with the good music made it easier as you danced with random men and women. But all nights had to come to an end, and so soon while you were gathering round with your friends and smiling, Victoria and Ralph appeared.

"Such a giddy-making delight of a night, all thanks to you gentlemen." She smiled, before looking at the boys.

"Now, who would like a dance with the birthday girl?" She asked, Horace started to raise his hand before Jason pushed it down.

"I thought you'd never ask." He smiled and left with her. 

"And what about the birthday boy?" Ralph asked, and your eyes met Lauren's.

"Oh, I'm not-" Horace started but Ralph cut him off.

"Oh no, I was talking to that-,This one-, particular one of you." He gestured to Lauren before asking her directly.

"Would you?" She looked over at you once more, unsure of what to do, and noticed Ralph turn his head to look at you as well, seemingly following Lauren's gaze. You smiled, hoping it was a happy and reassuring smile, but the look on her face said that the disappointment showed through. But she still sighed, looked at Ralph and nodded.

"Yeah, go on then". You watched them head to the dance floor, Ralph looking especially excited while Lauren looked uneasy.

"Oi, you alright?" Horace asked, looking over at you.

"Me? On yeah I'm fine" you waved him off, going back to your drink.

"You sure, you look….sad" 

"No I'm fine, just a bit tired is all" you lied, and from the look on his face, he didn't buy it.

"Right come on then" he stated, putting your drink down and grabbing your hand.

"Excuse you sir" you laughed.

"Nope, don't even try it, no friend of mine is going to be looking like the girl who didn't get asked to prom" he smiled, you knew his comment was supposed to cheer you up but he didn't have to hit home like that.

"Thank you?" You questioned as the two of you started dancing. 

You couldn't help the glances over to Lauren and Ralph, glances you thought were sneaky…guess you thought wrong"

"You fancy him?"

"What?" 

"You do" Horace smiled

"I don't know what you're talking about" you stated, slightly glaring at your friend.

"You find him proper fit yeah?" 

"Horace please" you begged

"I'm not gonna tell, everyone has their types" he smiled.

"His is Lauren" you muttered, but he was close enough to catch it.

"So that's what's got you so down" he spoke, making you look at him.

"Don't let one fish ruin the sea for you"

"It isn't just one fish though" you sighed, jumping slightly when Lauren's voice was beside you.

"Why don't we switch partners, make the evening even more fun" she smiled an uneasy smile at you, Ralph behind her looking confused as she took your hands from Horace and replaced them with her own, both of them trying not to grimace at the weird action for them both. 

"Oh..um.." you stood, mouth opening and closing as they danced away, you slowly turned and were met with those same eyes that made your entire world melt away just this morning.

"Shall we then?" He asked after a moment.

"Oh..yes…sure" you gave a shy smile, placing one hand on his shoulder and holding his other, your breath catching in your throat when his hand rested on your waist. The two of you slowly swayed to the music, your eyes darting between his gaze and anywhere else, afraid if you stared too long you may get lost in those brown puppy dog eyes. It really should have been illegal for someone to look this beautiful. But a distinct tapping sound brought you out of your thoughts and as you slowly identified the sound you couldn't help the giggle.

"Are you wearing tap shoes?"

"Yes, aren't they wizard!" He smiled excitedly, his eyes twinkling just as they had this morning. And you couldn't stop the smile that reached your lips at the sight.

"Very, if I knew tap shoes were allowed I would have brought some, they make dancing more fun" you laughed, causing him to smile even brighter at you. 

"Oh do they, tonight has been the best birthday" he replied, and you nodded, because it really had been a good night.

"I'm glad you had fun Ralphie, happy birthday" you smiled, and watched as his face slowly morphed from excited to shocked, making your smile drop to a confused expression.

"Ralphie?" He questioned, causing your eyes to go wide as you quickly tried to come up with something, how could you do that? How could you slip up and give him a nickname the day you met him?! And not just any nickname, but one that sounds like it would be said by a lover! You wracked your brain for something, completely missing the blush that had spread on his cheeks from the nickname as he replayed it again and again in his head.

'Ralphie…Ralphie' he loved the sound of it, or maybe he loved the sound of you saying it with such affection, his mind playing him small movies, you sitting next to him, his head in your lap as he played his ukulele, you smiling down at him, playing with his hair as he sung…You curled up in his arms as he read you his favorite book, both of you comfortable under his sheets before you would drift off for the night…You atop him…your dress slowly sliding off your shoulder, your head thrown back and mouth open as you repeated that name…his na-

"I'm so sorry, I forgot that some people don't like nicknames, I tend to give them without thinking, I really am sorry" you settled on your excuse, watching as he blinked repeatedly, seemingly coming out of his thoughts.

"That's um" he cleared his throat.

"That's quite alright, you just caught me unaware, I'm not used to being called such…simply Ralph" he replied, finally meeting your eyes again, and you noticed his pupils were a little blown. 

"Sorry, I'll just stick to Ralph" you tried to laugh it off but he quickly cut you off"

"I like Ralphie.

Chapter 1 done!! Let me know what you think!

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#joseph quinn #ralph #timewasters #he is such a precious bean! #chapter 1 #at last #ralph x reader #this boy holds a place in my heart

[ev3rwh0re]

yall i'm literally going to have a meltdown. i js wrote an entire request and i accidentally deleted it. anywho i rewrote it because i liked it but i can’t re-reply to the request so i'm v sorry to the nonnie that requested it

synopsis: Ethan sees your sh scars and comforts you

warnings: mentions of sh, pls don't read if you get triggered easily!

The party was all hanging out in you, Sam, Quinn, and Tara's shared apartment, it was getting pretty hot and you went into your bedroom to find a shirt to change into. You search through your drawers and find a large green tee that belonged to none other than your boyfriend Ethan. You take the large sweatshirt you had on off and slide into the t-shirt that was equally oversized.

"Shit" you whisper to yourself, you could clearly see the scars you had put into your arms. You start rubbing up and down on your arms when you feel the tears start to build up. You didn't want to scare your friends away, especially not your boyfriend. He probably just thought you were a hot daddy issues type of mentally ill, but you were for real.

As if almost on que Ethan knocks on your door. You don't respond, hoping he'll go away thinking you went to the bathroom or something. He opens the door slightly and peeks through, making sure you weren't naked. not that he would mind if you were, that horny bitch Once realizing you were fully clothed, he walked over to you standing by your mirror and wrapped his hands around you waist, putting his head in the crook of your neck. He heard you sniffle and shot his head up.

"Whats wrong love?" He asked turning his head slightly to look you in the eyes. You just shook your head, doing your best to cover up your arms. He turned you around to face him and removed your hands from across your arms. He just stared for a minute, processing that someone so perfect in his eyes could do that to themselves. He looked from your scarred arms to your eyes and just hugged you.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm so sorry," You sob into his chest.

"It's alright y/n, it's alright. shh." He says gently stroking your back.

The two of you sat there like that for a little while, crying in his arms. He lifted your chin with his finger, his brown doe eyes looking into yours.

"W-why.?" He asked looking at your arms.

"I don't know, e... it-it's like a distraction... i just can't take it sometimes and i need something to take my mind away from you know…... my mind." You sniffle through your words trying your best to hold it together for him.

"Promise me you won't ever cut yourself again." Ethan whispers. pack it up tate langdon You nod, connecting your lips with his. He wipes the tears from your eyes,

"Don't be embarrassed by them, love," he runs his fingers down your arm being careful not to hurt you. After a couple minutes you walked out together joining the group once again.

(you guys can decide if you went back out in that or changed into smth more concealing, whatever you're comfortable with loves)

"Where'd you guys go? Did you fuck or something?" Quinns asks laughing a bit. You roll your eyes at her, but never responded. Ethan squeezed your hand twice. You knew it would be hard but you would try your best to stay clean for him.

a/n: kill me why did that have to get deleted. also it literally got so bad at the end cuz its like 1am and i'm half asleep but i just wanna say that i tried to make it as realistic as possible without triggering anyone because i know how it is <3

#ethan landry #ethan landry x y/n #ethan landry x reader #ethan landry x you #ethan landry scream #ethan landry fluff #scream #scream 6

[isa-belle1367]

I saw a post in one of those au's where desmonds ancestors can hear desmond and know desmond is controlling them, and one of the head canons was that haythem couldn't hear desmond and he immediately desynchronized twice because of how weird it was so I wanna do something with that😀

I sighed. "Here we go again." And with that, I passed out.

I opened my eyes, rubbing the blur out of them. I looked around, I was back in the animus. The large expansive void surrounded me.

A voice cut through the silence. "Desmond?" Rebecca called out.

"Do you hear us?" Bill asked

I groaned, trying to ignore the pain in my head. "Yeah, what happened?"

"The temple triggered a bleeding effect. You collapsed and entered into a fugue state." Bill explained.

"So naturally, you dropped me in the animus instead of... I don't know, making sure I was okay?"

Bill sighed, "You weren't in any real danger. Besides, the temple seemed to be communicating with you, I didn't want to sever the connection. At least not until we knew what it wanted."

Well, he wasn't wrong. Juno clearly wanted me to find a key, but still, throwing me into the animus right after I got out of my coma was a dick move.

"Right, of course." I stated clearly agitated.

"Son, I..." He trailed off.

"No, it's fine, I get it. And I know what I'M looking for, by the way. It's a key. Just no idea where it is, though... Guess that's why she triggered the bleeding effect."

"She?" Bill asked.

"Juno, dad. She's... talking to me."

He stayed silent.

My surroundings faded. Once my vision cleared, I was in some kind of obstacle course. Rebecca's voice cut through again.

"Okay, Desmond, while you were, uh, visiting Constantinople, we picked up a new software update for the animus. I'd like to run a couple of quick tests to make sure there are no issues."

I sighed. I decided that while I do the course, I could prepare myself for meeting a new ancestor. I wasn't sure whether to be nervous or excited.

Rebecca gave me instructions, but I tuned them out, I already knew what to do.

From what I saw from the bleeding effect, maybe they were from England, from what I saw it was farther ahead in time them Ezio, maybe in the 1700s.

I guess I wouldn't know till I met him, I just had to hope he wouldn't freak out.

I jumped down from the rooftop. The animus glitched a few times as it loaded.

The world began to build itself. I sighed, preparing myself.

I felt my body shift. I looked down to see that I was in a different body. I grasped the hilt of my sword. I looked around, based on the building and the way people were dressed I was pretty sure I was right about this being the 1700s.

I began to walk forward. As I did, I called out in my mind. "Hey, who are you?"

Silence.

I blinked with Altair he freaked out and thought I was a ghost, Ezio thought I was some kind of other worldly being, but now... silence.

"Hello, anyone here?" I got no response.

Can he not hear me? I felt the world around me begin to glitch again, I tried to calm myself, but I soon felt a twinge of pain as I desynchronized.

I was now back at the beginning of the stone path. Could this guy really not hear me? Now that I thought about it, I did feel more... disconnected from him than I did with Ezio and Altair.

It felt more like I was watching in 3rd person and less like I was sharing their body.

"Sir? Are you alright." A man asked me.

"Yes, I'm fine, just preoccupied is all."

This honestly felt so weird. I wanted to ask who that man was, but I knew I wouldn't get a response. Was this a new update to the animus.

And with that, I felt the familiar spike of pain jolt through my body, desynchronization.

"Desmond, are you alright?" Rebecca asked.

"Yeah, yeah, I'm fine, just... being in the animus again is... strange." It was half of the truth.

"Alright, just tell us if you need a break, okay?"

"Okay." I stated.

I took a deep breath, steadying myself. This was going to be a long animus session.

#assassin's creed #desmond miles #haythem kenway #desmond not being able to talk to haythem #because he's a templar

[the1975attheirverybest]

I've been thinking of so many ideas for concepts/blurb/fic (I don't know the difference) but please don't ever feel pressured to write them! Some of the things I send in could possibly be triggering/uncomfortable to write about so I totally understand if you ignore :)

How about reader always keeps clothes on/turns the lights off when having sex and Matty hasn't really noticed because she's been very discrete about it but then one time he realises and confronts her about it and she maybe has scars that she's embarrassed of/doesn't want him to know about, and the conversation that follows that.

Hiiii 💗Of course, babes! I’ve kept the details minimal so as not to unnecessarily trigger anyone. Hope it still captures the essence of what you hoped for, though Let me know what you think!

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Matty’s soft lips traveled from her cheek down to her neck, kissing her and adding a playful, light bite. He smiled at the moan he’d elicited. 

Her hands found the back of his head, tugging at his hair in return. Both for a little revenge, and because he always told her that he found it not when she did that. 

And he really did. Not wanting to wait any longer and feeling increasingly desperate at her actions, he squeezed her hips and inched closer to her on the couch, sing along for her to lay down so that he can freely love on every inch of her body. 

“Sh-should we…umm, move this into the bedroom?” Her voice airy with giggles as his curls tickled her skin. 

Matty whined in response. “Too far away” he mumbled in between kisses. “Too long. Don’t wanna wait.”

She closed her eyes and tried to relax, his expert touch flooding her with mind with pleasure that pushed her anxiety to the side. 

They remained snug together on that couch for a while, kissing and touching each others bodies until they were both breathless and hot. Matty hands clutched at the seam of her top, moving to peel it off of her. 

She felt her entire body run cold. The desire brewing inside her completely dissipated. Reflexively, her hand moved to push his away.

Matty frowned, moving his hands away from her body instantly, “hey” he whispered. “Everything alright?”

She nodded reluctantly. “Yeah…umm..yeah. Could- would it be okay, if, umm…” she blushed, sitting up straight and creating some distance between them. “If I kept my shirt on?”

Matty was quiet for a little too long. She saw from the ever deepening frown on his face that he was confused. 

His confusion made her anxious. A feeling that she had never experienced with Matty before. If anything, Matty always made her feel comfortable and confident. Secure in the knowledge that he would always respect and care about her. No matter the circumstances. 

“Of course…umm” he finally spoke, his expression softening. “You can leave it on if you like. But, I just wanna say…you don’t…we don’t have to do this if you don’t want. Okay? You should know, I would never expect you to have sex if you’re not up for it.” 

Relief washed over her. There was her Matty. She hastened to reassure him that she did want this. “No- it’s okay! Really. I want to. I promise.”

“You’re sure? Cuz If I’ve done something to make you uncomfortable-“

She shook her head vigorously. “Matty, it’s not you.”

He finally allowed himself to breathe. “Good. Cuz you know I think you’re beautiful, yeah? I tell-“ he paused mid-sentence as the realization it him, his face going completely blank. 

“What? Matty, what?” She panicked, unable to read his expression. 

“It- it just occurred to me…never seen you completely naked before.”

She felt her blood run cold. Her throat clamping shut. 

“That- can’t be…right? I mean…we’ve had sex without any clothes on, havent we? I remember the first time we did- and then I think that one night after the party…but-“

She squeezed her eyes shut, already feeling nauseous. The moment that she’d been dreading since the beginning of their relationship was finally here. Impossible to avoid or delay any longer. 

“But we had sex in the dark.” She blurted out unthinkingly. “All those times you’re recounting…we were totally naked but it was dark. Either at night, or with the lights off. Yes.”

She watched his chest rise and fall as he breathed deeply. “On purpose?”

She nodded, feeling like she might as well be stabbing him in the heart. 

“Sorry, I- umm- I’m trying to understand. Help me understand…is there something- I mean, have- have I made you feel like-“

“No! Never! Don’t even go there! This isn’t about you, Matty. I promise you haven’t done anything!”

“Sorry, sorry, I don’t mean to make it about me or my feelings…that’s a shitty thing to do. Sorry- umm, let me- let me try again. C-can I ask why? I mean, if- you just prefer it that way, if…you don’t wanna talk about it, that’s fine. I will leave it alone I promise. Just- I have to be honest, the fact that…I’ve never seen your body, even though, we’ve been sleeping together for some time now…baby, it’s made me feel…” he trailed off, unsure how to finish his thought. 

“I- I just didn’t know how to talk to you about this…I have these, umm, scars. Like, across my abdomen and ribs? They’re pretty noticeable, and, I didn’t want to just- spring them on you without warning.”

He shook his head in disbelief, running a hand through this styled hair. “Sorry, what? ‘Spring them on me’ wh- ‘warning’? What’re you on about? Why would I need a warning?”

She didn’t appreciate his tone, feeling suddenly defensive, she wrapped her arms around herself. “I don’t know, Matty! It’s not exactly a normal thing to expect to see on your partner when you undress them, alright?”

“Hold on, hold on. That’s not what I meant! Sorry- I’m getting this all wrong. Fuck.” He took a deep breath, resting his head against the couch cushions. “I just meant that I’d hoped we had the kind of relationship where you felt safe with me, you know?” He tone was softer now, regretful. “Where you could be yourself, not have to tiptoe around me, or hide pieces of yourself to suit my comfort, not have to ‘warn me’ about stuff like this…I’m so sorry. And, if I’ve ever reacted in a way that’s indicated to you that I would ever be anything but completely receptive …I truly am sorry.”

She nodded slowly. “No, I know. You haven’t done anything. It’s just- it’s me. I know that sounds dumb and meaningless. Like a trite excuse. But, really, it’s me who doesn’t like these scars. And…I guess, I keep thinking that…if even I can stand them, then how could I expect anyone else to?”

“Oh, honey.” Matty turned to his side to face her, his heart breaking at her confession. “Can I raise an alternative point? If you’ll let me?”

“Sure…”

“Maybe, if you let someone else show you how beautiful you are, you’ll come to see yourself that way, as well. Eventually….”

“The last person who saw me naked without the lights off? He, umm, couldn’t get over it.”

Matty rolled his eyes “what the fuck-“

“No, no! Not like that. He didn’t hate them or anything. He didn’t say anything bad. But, it’s like- he couldn’t see beyond the scars. Suddenly, the way that he looked at me shifted. It’s like I- I became a wounded bird to him, or something.”

Matty watched her carefully, taking in her every word and forcing himself not to respond right away. As strongly as he felt the urge to reassure her and tell her how perfect and beautiful he thought she was, he knew that he needed to make an effort to truly understand how she felt, if he wanted to be supportive. This meant giving her the space to express herself. 

“Just…didn’t want you to treat me any differently.” She sighed 

“I understand.” He said softly, throwing his arm around her and pulling her to him. “Thank you for trusting me with this.” He planted a kiss to her forehead. “We’ll take this one day at a time, okay? At your own pace. No rush…”

“Really?”

“‘Course! Don’t want you to do anything that makes you uncomfortable. I mean, do I want to show you just how perfect you truly are in my eyes? Yes, so badly. But, it’s not about me and what I want. So, whatever you decide to do, that’s what we’ll do, alright?”

She nodded, relaxing her body against his and cuddling into him. 

“Just promise me one thing ? No more secrets, okay?”

“I promise.” She reached over and kissed his lips. 

[cabinofimagines]

Panic! at the costume shop

A/N: Even in my busiest times I wouldn't forget to get a costume, shame on them -Danny Pairing: Platonic Percabeth and Piper x reader Warnings: Gay jokes < prev. - next >

"You guys are lucky to have me as your friend for real," you mumbled, checking your Halloween list to see if you needed anything from the shop. As usual, you had it all covered.

"Yeah, you know what I like most about you is how humble you are," Percy teased you.

"Man, we're gonna get the worst costumes ever," Piper complained.

"I don't wanna say that's on you 'cause you left everything last, but..."

"Shut up, Y/N," Annabeth scowled. "You either help or you leave."

"You kidnapped me!"

"That is a strong statement, we didn't kidnap you, it was Piper," Percy replied.

"Didn't," Piper replied casually. "I said I'm taking them to the movies and I am, after they help me choose a costume."

"This is gonna take ages, you and Annabeth are so picky," you glanced at Percy and grinned. "You, on the other hand, I love you cause you would settle for a sack of potatoes and you'd tell everyone you're a scarecrow."

Percy stopped and tilted his head like he'd just gotten a huge revelation handed to him. Annabeth elbowed him.

"You're not gonna do that!"

"It's better than what you two have! Which is nothing," he scoffed, rubbing the arm his girlfriend had punched.

"If this year you're not matching with anyone," Piper nudged your arm. "What's going to be your costume?"

You smiled. "Wouldn't you like to know?"

"I know it's taking Cal ages to finish it, I hope you're paying that woman for all her hard work."

"'Course I'm paying, though she always charges less than she should."

"Hey, what about going like Ghostface, Mike Myers, and Jason?" Percy suggested, pointing at the few popular costumes left.

Annabeth wrinkled her nose. "No, there'll be many of those at the party... There's gotta be something good left!"

With a bit of frustration, Annabeth pushed through several costumes dismissing them on the go until one caught her eye.

She slowly moved out of the pile, holding a single—but bulky—matching set of costumes.

Piper leaned over to read its tag. "Rock, paper, scissors..."

The girls and you shared a look. None of you wanted to say it, but it was obvious you were all thinking of the same dumb joke.

"Are we seriously considering this?" Annabeth asked, though her eyes were shining with amusement.

"What? I've been preparing for this role my whole life," Piper claimed, grabbing the scissors costume.

"I don't get it," Percy frowned, which of course triggered a laughing fit on the rest of you.

"I'll tell you later," Annabeth chuckled, patting her boyfriend's back and handing him the rock costume.

"Leo's gonna have a field day with this," You snorted. "Alright, let's pay for these and go! Piper promised me a movie."

"Has to be horror, I presume?"

"And IMAX!"

"Yeah, thought so."

#halloween verse #halloween fic #halloweek 2023 #danny's writing #pjo fanfic #hoo #pjo hoo toa #heroes of olympus

[konigsblog]

HII idk if this is a weird question but i’ve seen a lot of negativity in this fandom lately about nsfw authors/ content and how “authors essentially taking their own kinks and putting the characters names in” and i just kinda want ur opinion on it bc i wanna start writing like you but idk if it’s gonna like piss more people off 😭 i’m sorry if this is a lot 💝💝 ily btw ^_^

hii!! thank you for asking this, personally, i don't feel as if i force my kinks onto certain characters as it's just an idea and not my complete analysis on the character (which i will post my true analysis, that usually makes sense linking to the characterk), as i write kinks about them that even i don't believe they'd have, just for other people's enjoyment so they can read something about their favourite character and their kinks!!

honestly, this fandom is a toxic to us creators so i would say to ignore them and don't answer any hate, as it'll only make you get into trouble with people incase you say something just out of anger :)

i know a lot of people don't agree with my headcannons or posts, that's alright! the block button is there for a reason and it's supposed to be used if something makes you uncomfortable, ex; my posts since i write about some taboo topics and subjects which some may find triggering (always put a trigger warning if it's something that could cause/trigger someone into doing something that may result in them harming themselves or entering a bad mental space, you don't know what people's triggers can be.)

but, back to the point, as a blog that posts dark content, i don't agree that it's a huge issue. as long as you aren't forcing your opinions onto anyone and respecting people's boundaries and as long as your analysis is respectful to people and the game creators, ect, i don't think it's that bad. we all are entitled to write for whatever au we want, just make sure to let people know that you aren't gonna force your own opinions onto others and that you're entitled to your own portrayal, and that this may not be how you truly view the character, and instead just an idea. :)))

hope this helps !! <33 🌟🌷🎀 ily 🤲

[narcissisticpdcultureis]

NPD culture is sending a bunch of asks to this blog and never seeing any of them get posted, knowing that alters in the system running it sometimes delete things randomly and doesn't inform anyone else in their system, and getting really angry that the owner might have thought the asks you sent were somehow offensive and deleted them, but since you didn't tag them with an anon tag the owner can't check if they got deleted or not, and since you don't know if they did you don't wanna send in the same one

i honestly wouldn't be able to tell you what's up with that at the moment 😅 if you feel comfortable, maybe dm us or send another ask on what kind of things you've submitted and we can tell you wether or not we remember deleting them and why? there's also always the possiblity your asks are just still in the queue, or alternatively tumblr ate them which is unfortunately out of everyone's control.

we honestly very rarely delete submissions. obviously, we want this to be a place pwnpd can talk about their experiences unfiltered, and even if there is something we feel a bit unsure posting for whatever reason, 99% of the time we still go through with it. if it's something an alter finds personally uncomfortable or triggering, they'll usually leave it in the inbox or put it in our drafts for another alter to handle later.

either way, hope you're having an alright day nonny

#npd culture is #npd #actually narcissistic #actually npd #narcissistic personality disorder #cluster b

[library-of-ohara]

"This is a bit of a sensitive request and it might be triggering for some. please I don't want you guys hurt by me being selfish. hello, could I please request some comforting.. anything really.. lots of cuddles, hugs, touches, supportive, hand holding just something to make someone feel good again. Maybe they find s/o crying in secret, or notices them being 'numb and not wanting to exist but not wanting to die. If I could request Luffy, Law, and/or Robin I would really really appreciate it. I'm so sorry if this request causes anyone any trouble. It really wasn't my intention…. im sorry" - Anonymous

anon my love my dear my darling, i get what you're feeling. most of us in the library do and i'd be more than happy to fulfill your request my lovely. i picked luffy and robin for this one, hope you don't mind! stay safe my sweetheart! - star (@ztarvokwrites)

TW; thoughts of not wanting to exist, reader feeling numb

Luffy stopped dead in his tracks when he heard someone crying coming from one of the rooms above deck, his grin faltering into a frown. Ignoring the questions from Usopp and Chopper, whom he was previously playing with, he walked towards the room the sound was coming from, waving his friends away so he could press his ear to the door. His frown deepened once he recognised the voice behind the sobs and sniffles, immediately opening the door and stepping in without a second thought.

In the middle of the room, you jolted, turning to face whoever intruded your mourning. When you saw Luffy standing there, a serious expression on his face as be stared at you, you just broke down even more. He frowned, gently closing the door behind him and embracing you, one arm wrapped around your waist and a hand cupping the back of your head, stroking your hair - holding you the way you liked to be held as he let you sob into his chest. Luffy didn't need to ask you what was wrong, as you had already babbled it out.

"I'm just so tired! I don't know why or what to do!! Everytime I try to be happy or have fun, I just... I just..." You sobbed, stopping as Luffy gently hushed you.

"It's okay now," He mumbled, using his powers to wrap you up and push you snug against him, your head on his chest. "I'm here."

Instead of being his usual, energetic self and taking you outside, he stayed inside with you, holding you and cradling you as you let it all out until you eventually calmed down, his hands gently rubbing your skin as Luffy gently presses kisses to the crown of your head. He hadn't realised you had stopped crying until you wriggled your hand free to rub at your eyes. Luffy cupped your face, kissing all your features before softly kissing your lips.

"You okay now?" He softly asked, smiling once you nodded a little.

"Yeah... I guess I just needed to let it out for a bit... Thank you, Luf."

"Not a problem. Hungry? Sanji's cooking meat!" He exclaimed with a sunny grin and his stomach growling. You giggled, making him smile wider.

"You're only asking because you're hungry."

"Nuh-uh!!"

Robin was very quick to notice just how... unusually quiet you have gotten as of recently. Ever since you had all escaped from Enies Lobby and left Water 7, it seemed like you had been... numb.

Eventually, Robin had found you in the library, reading a cute little fairytale book to try to get things out of your mind, yet the frown on your face convinced Robin that it wasn't working. She cleared her throat, gaining your attention.

"O-Oh. Hey, Robin."

"Are you alright, Y/N? You've been acting different ever since we set sail a week ago." Robin asked, sitting next to you. You could only shrug, scooting away a little bit as your eyes glossed over. She hummed at your reaction, watching as your bottom lip trembled.

"Dear, what is it?" Robin softly asked again, placing a gentle hand on your knee. That's when you broke, spilling everything on your mind to the woman there and then.

"I just don't wanna... Be here anymore. Like, I don't want to die but I don't wanna exist either... All that's happened recently has just made me so... Tired and stressed." You exhaled, tears pooling at your eyes as you calmly explained how you were feeling to the woman next to you.

Robin frowned a little before bringing you into a hug, forming hands to gently caress you.

"I know exactly how you feel," she began before continuing, a soft smile on her face. "But we have strong and sweet friends that can help us through anything. I'm always here for you, too." Robin reassured you, planting a soft kiss to your forehead, making you blush. Leaning into her, you hummed, letting the tears fall down your face as you two sat there in each other's embrace.

#one piece x reader #one piece #ohara library #one piece imagine #one piece headcanons #one piece x reader insert #one piece reader inserts #one piece x you #gender neutral reader #one piece x y/n #nico robin x reader #nico robin #luffy x y/n #luffy x you #luffy x reader #ztarvokwrites

[pendragon-writes]

𝒟𝑒𝑒𝓅 𝐵𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓉𝒽𝓈

Deadpool x Gn!Reader

An: Sorry if it's a bit short but I hope you like it!

Requested: Yes

TW: Panic attack, anxiety, cursing, mentions of blood (Not Wade's or Readers).

No no no no no, this wasn't supposed to happen. You were standing outside of the bar you worked at when what was supposed to be a smoke break turned into a panic attack, well you called it a smoke break but really what happened was someone said something that triggered a panic attack and made you tell your co-worker to cover.

You tried your best to use all of the breathing methods you knew but it wasn't working, your eyes were getting blurry and the tears just wouldn't stop. So you called the only person you know who would be awake at this time.

"Hey if it isn't my favorite bartender!" You heard over to your right, with the voice came the blasting music of 'El Sonidito'. You didn't respond and you fell more and more onto the floor. "Oh shit, it's serious." He mumbled, as he quickly turned off the music and put the car in park, and jumped to you.

°。°。°。°。°。°。

You suddenly felt some ice in one of your palms and your favorite food filling the air. Then you slightly looked up to see the man you called standing in front of you, Deadpool.

"Alright, easy now, I'm here you're safe and no one is going to hurt you, let's try the 5-step method yeah?" You nodded slightly which signaled him to start. "Alright, what are five things you hear?" "T-the cars passing by, the bar music playing, your voice, people in the bar talking, and my breathing," "Alright alright, good start" He praised. "Now, how about four things you see?" "The building behind you, your mask, some blood, and the door behind you". "Great job bud! Only three more steps you got this" Already you started slightly calming down but it wasn't enough. "What are three things you can feel from here?" "I can feel the ice, my clothes, and the cold floor". "Two things you can smell?" "(Favorite food), and blood". "Yeah that blood isn't mine thankfully" he chuckled. "Now last step and then you'll get this bag of goodies," he said shaking the bag slightly. "What is one thing you taste?" "My saliva" you answered, finally calming down for good.

"How about we get off this dirty floor, go into my car for a bit, and eat this good? I'll even play your favorite songs~" You chuckled at this and agreed to his proposal. "Sure Wade, that sounds good".

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"So... You wanna tell me what happened back there?" He asked, taking a bite out of his pancakes, which he somehow got. "Oh it's nothing to worry about," You muttered, softly biting into your food. "Nothing? (Y/n) you had a panic attack not too long ago, I get not wanting to talk about these kinds of things but it's me, your pal, the one and only mercenary in red". "Alright fine, just stop listing off things will ya?" "Deal!" He smiled cheekily.

You took a deep breath before speaking. "In the back of the bar I overheard these two guys talking to each other and, I don't know, I guess they said something triggering because before I knew it the music started to blur out and my heart was racing". "Do you think you'll be able to go back to work or am I going to have to threaten your boss to give you a break?" "No, I'll be fine. But thanks for the offer," you laughed at the end. Wade smiled at this. "Good, in that case, finish up your food, I think someone back at work might get worried that you've been kidnapped or something,"

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"Thanks again Wade," "It's no problem! Now I should probably get going, the blind granny I'm living with might get worried and think I'm dead" "Alright, bye Wade" He responded back with a salute and rushed to his car.

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"Now, the person reading this, that's right, a fourth wall break. Betcha didn't expect that here huh? Well you should, it's me after all. Just here to send a public announcement, if you are having a panic attack and don't have anyone to talk to there is a hotline out there to help, that hotline is 1-800-64-PANIC (72642), remember, there are people who can help you. Now, what are you doing sitting around for, go find something new to read!"

#deadpool x gn!reader #deadpool #x gn!reader #gn!reader #marvel x gn reader #wade wilson x gn!reader #wade wilson

[absolutepokemontrash]

I think Tumblr ate my ask so imma send it again

I'm the anon that told that story about the shitty Father and step-mother, hi~

First I wanna say sorry for forgetting to Trigger warning, as I said it had just happened the day prior and I was fuming so I forgot to do that, and the reason I choose to use anon was because I'm kinda new here and wasn't 100% comfortable so I decided to stay anonymous

Anyway what I wanted to ask was what do you think the other exchange students look like, cause if you don't remember is said that two demons and humans were sent to the celestial realm, and another two with two angels to the human world, and I wanted to know your thoughts on it

like what they look like, their personalities, can we fuc- *cough cough* date them, you know? It can be a fun idea to play with and I haven't seen anyone really talk about it, so I just thought I leave that idea here, bye~~~

It’s totally alright! Sorry about the wait answering your ask, I kept meaning to, then I forgot lmao.

But honestly, I have so many OCs at this point that I don’t think I should be thinking up new exchange students lmao (but yea, I think I can speak for everyone when I say I hope they’re hot)

#obey me #obey me! #obey me! shall we date? #obey me shall we date #asks #ask

[marsthebabie]

Rescue

Ally Mayfair-Richards X Wilhelmina Venable x Reader

TW: VIOLENCE AND MUGGING DO NOT READ IF TRIGGERED

Checking the time on the computer I realize I lost track of time doing my assignments. I gather my things and walk outside of the library. I must have really been into it because it is now dark outside. I start the walk home going down the street. After a while of walking I feel a pair of eyes on me making a chill go down my spine. So I look behind me and see a strange man walking behind me. I start walking faster starting to feel uneasy. I slow down when I think I lost him but suddenly I'm pulled into an alley way. (Ha get it? Alleyway Ally. Ha ha). The man pins me to a wall and threatens me with a knife. I cry out for help hoping anyone will hear but then he covers my mouth with his hand. "Quiet! Be a good girl" he snaps.

The scary situation causes me to start regressing. I squirm trying to get away from him but then I hear the man grunt before releasing his hold on me and he falls to the ground. That's when I see a lady with short brown hair holding a taser in her hand. I look back down at the man and I now have fully slipped and I started sobbing. I didn't notice the woman got close to me until I felt her pick me up bridal style. " Hey it's okay. You're safe now. I've got you" the woman says with her voice sounding like honey. Her voice instantly calms me. She set me down before unlocking her car and reaching into her purse bringing her phone out. "Do you have anyone for me to call" She asks and I just shake my head. I nervously start playing with the hem of my shirt as I feel her eyes on me.

"Not even a friend" She asks softly. "No, I do's nots" I say softly. Great now she's gonna think I'm weird. She let's out a soft sigh before speaking. "Hey how about you come home with me? It's not safe for you to be out here alone. Especially a little one like you" She says warmly making me feel smaller. "O-Otay" I say quietly. She smiles and opens the passenger's side pf the car. I sit down and buckle my seat belt before she shut the car door. After a while of driving we drive up to a fancy looking house. She parks in the front and unbuckles my seat belt. "Let's get you inside" She says softly. When we get inside I hide behind her and hold that lady's hand when I hear someone else. 

"Hey Mina. I have a surprise" The lady says to the other person. A redhead all dressed in all purple walks into the room. "What is it " the woman asks before her eye catches mine. I quickly look away. I whine softly feeling shy. "This little angel, I saved from a man in a alleyway" She replies to the other woman. "You poor thing. You must be terrified" Mina say to me and I nod. "So what's you're name little one" Mina asks me sweetly. "Y-Y/N" I say softly. "I'm wilhemina. But to you little cutie it's mina" She says softly. "And I'm Ally" the brow haired lady says. "Hey can you stay here with Mina while I find something for you to wear" Ally asks me and I nod.

Ally leaves the room and Mina sits down on the couch. "Come here sweetness" Mina says softly patting the spot on the couch right next to her. I slowly walk over to the couch and sit down. I feel myself regress to a smaller age and I whine as I paw my hand on her lap. " You wanna sit on my lap" Mina asks me and I simply nod. "Alright come on sweet girl" She says kindly. I climb onto her lap and rest my head on her chest. I feel myself start to fall asleep as Mina strokes my hair. 

Ally then comes into the room and sits on the arm rest of the couch. "Hey don't fall asleep yet little one. You still need to get changed" All says softly. Mina goes to get up and I start whinning making her stop. "Come on Y/N let's get you changed" Ally says making me cling to Mina and whine louder. "Here, I'll change her. If that's okay with you angel" Mina says looking at me. Mina replaces my clothes for a long t-shirt, shorts, and light pink knee high socks with three white stripes on the top. I yawn before laying my head back down on Mina's chest. "Ally" I ask softly. "Yes kitten" She asks warmly. "Cans chu be my momma and Mina be my mommy" I ask slowly starting to fall asleep. "Of course we can angel" Ally says softy before I slowly drift to sleep in Mina's arms.

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