#i need to pick to get rid of spots but when i pick if creates more obvious spots

[a-hazbin-reader]

HII

Could you do some hcs of alastor with wife!reader who ABSO(LUTE)LY adores dogs? (alastor hates the dog with his entire life)

I mean...he kinda has a good reason not to be a dog person...

😡

Alastor X Reader Headcanons

✅️Romantic

❌️Platonic

TW: Alastor Vs Doggo 🐶 Cannibalism, Vox getting owned by dog

Description: ☝️⬆️

Look, Alastor loves you deeply and would do anything for you, absolutely anything

Except let you have a dog

Absolutely not, he won't have a dog running around in his hotel and creating problems

He can already see it

The dog using the hotel as it's personal bathroom, gnawing on his hooves and ruining all the furniture

Humping everything in sight!!

You can have anything else, you can have Niffty! She makes a good pet don't you think?

No

How about Husk? He's basically a cat

"Fuck you!"

You want a dog, you even have one picked out already

You what? When did you even have time to go look at dogs? He's been purposefully keeping you busy anytime you mention one

The bite marks all over your body are evidence of it

Totally doesn't believe you're actually bringing home a dog until you do, then he's spitting out his tea

"Y/N, darling, what is that?"

"A smoothie."

"You know what I mean."

"Oh this? Our new dog, isn't he cute?"

You can't have a dog in the hotel-

Charlie and everyone else already agreed to it, even Husk said yes just to piss off Alastor

So everyone is on your side and you'll have adequate help, Alastor won't hardly ever even notice the dog

Except he does notice the dog, like all the time

The damned beast is always trying to hop up next to him, only to be shoved off by Alastor

"No furry beasts on the furniture~ The hair is a nightmare to clean up. Disgusting really..."

Not Husk and Angel giving him dirty looks for that one

After a couple of unsuccessful attempts to sit next to him, it simply settles for resting by his feet

At least it makes a decent footrest

Or the dog is always hogging your attention, sitting in your lap, laying with you in bed, following you around

How is a man supposed to sleep with his wife when there's some mutt in his spot???

You've caught Alastor glaring at your dog a few times, especially when you're giving him scratches and pets

He wants to be the one to hog your lap and be pampered by you, maybe you could even try giving him a belly rub or two

It certainly looks appealing

Alastor at least thinks he can get time alone with you outside of the hotel but nope, you insist on taking the dog with you

"He needs the fresh air and exercise, Alastor!"

But your husband needs some alone time with you! He's not being dramatic!

Or he's trying to enjoy his breakfast?? Guess who's paws are on the table, begging and slobbering over the idea of a bite

"Absolutely not, you can just forget abou-HEY!"

Looks like his breakfast now belongs to the dog

You definitely make him another breakfast and apologize over and over again

Kiss him and sit in his lap, then maybe he'll consider forgiving you~

Sometimes, when you're sleeping, Alastor and the dog will be locked into a staring match

"I don't like you."

Whine

Rosie tries to sell him on the idea of just maybe liking this one dog, even she's taken a liking to him apparently

Traitor

You make Alastor promise that he won't ever get rid of the dog, OR EAT HIM, OR HURT HIM

And he can't break a promise he made to his darling wife

But he hates this fucking dog with a passion so when the dog suddenly gets out one day? He's perfectly content to let him run off

Until he realizes how upset you would be that your beloved pooch is gone and that gives him pause

Fffffffffuck

Not him spending all day trying to find a dog he doesn't even like, asking everyone if they've seen him

Nope, no, sorry no, ect

Just when Alastor has just about given up and started to contemplate trying to replace the mutt, he hears a familiar yell

"IS THIS DOG FUCKING PISSING ON ME!?"

Vox

Following the sound, Alastor is greeted with the sight of your dog running circles around Vox, who's standing in a puddle with wet pants

For some reason, the delightful mutt has taken to terrorizing him, biting at his limbs only to jump just out of reach of Vox's claws

Maybe it's something he's picked up from Alastor, you certainly didn't teach the dog that

The sight is too funny for Alastor, who doesn't even try to stop the dog, only laughing maniacally

Maybe this mutt isn't so bad

Later, when he comes home with the dog, you notice they seem much fonder of each other

Alastor goes and picks him out a fancy new leash, he starts giving him table scraps and he even invites the dog to be his footrest

Quit putting your feet on my dog

Stop giving the dog fingers!!

You catch him giving the pup a few scratches here and there, almost in an absent-minded manner

He starts calling the dog by his name instead of calling him beast, mutt, hound, monstrosity, ect

He even gives the dog his own room at the hotel with his own fluffy doggy bed

Okay, that last part might just be him wanting his marital bed back

We love dogs in this house!!

#hazbin hotel x reader #alastor hazbin hotel x reader #alastor hazbin x reader #alastor x reader #hazbin x reader

[extristitiavenit]

Too Sweet - @ohtheblissx

It was a day like any other for john, the rise and shine grind of stammering out of bed and into his kitchen to use the blender for his morning brew, bliss oil, jimson weed and coffee all ground together with just a pinch of hazelnut for task before he was soon his bouncing and charismatic self. Once the sun had come up, yes he woke before the sun, he had already been clad in a pair of tight skinny jeans, to avoid baggage during baptism and of course he wanted to make sure he looked his best so he had a relatively nice dress shirt, his vest to feel fancier and of course a shit ton of hair gel to keep that mess back in the water. He knew he had a long day ahead, so he grabbed several thermoses to fill his morning concoction for the go and he was out the door, barely beating the morning light.

Most days reserved for baptism had a lot of thought put into it, showmanship, scripts and it was a spectacle to be seen so he knew he had to be at his best. Unfortunately that meant being cracked out of his mind, tearing up the roads of hope county in his beloved car and making an entire ass of himself to the early rising farmers as he’d passed by. Once he was at his usual baptism spot he’d seen his devout workers already hard at work dumping the bliss into the shallow water and creating a natural barrier to attempt to keep it all maintained. He abhorred Faith for her littering, but this was a necessary evil. Eyeroll.

Black boots hit the morning dew-soaked grass beneath his car door, his eyes squinting at the sun beaming over the mountains even despite having his signature shades on, the bliss had made everything so more vibrant. “brothers, sisters.” He sighed out, he was exhausted much like any addict he didn’t sleep much and that attributed to his foul mood, not that he could take it out on any of his followers without joseph reprimanding him. “make sure after you bless the waters you get rid of those containers, and I mean get rid of. If I so much as see a single barrel on the side of the waters west of the henbane.. there will be hell to pay.” He wanted so badly to spit that out more aggressively than he did, but he knew that sometimes people got butthurt and ran back to run their mouths for brownie points, so he settled with clenching his jaw and gesturing for them to commence.

Him on the other hand, he had an entire roster of people who were willing to be baptized and usually they had a few not so willing participants but— today's schedule was cleared. The only thing that he was dreading was the fact that he was expected to be there upon pickup of every participant of the evenings event.

Which meant he had to sit either passenger inside of the van or spend all day driving himself to each location, so to save on gas and his own peace of mind he went with the van. One visit turned into two, minutes turned into hours and as many fake smiles as he had to muster was enough to drive a normal person insane, but john wasn’t normal and he’d spent the entire trip sipping on bliss and taking it easy. Half of the time he was on his phone scrolling aimlessly and trying not to get a boner, but eventually the time had come. They had picked up the final passenger in the van, and the show was about to begin.

Once they had been at the river and everyone had gotten themselves prepared, it was time for John to make his scene. It was only a few minutes before he was about to walk down to the edge of the water when one of his devout followers came up to him to whisper the news, there was a deputy on their way through town and a birdy had heard they were investigating the happenings at Eden’s Gate. There was almost a glint of excitement that washed over him, the dread of monotony was taking a toll on him and this was the spark that he needed to get his motivation back. What better way to have showmanship if you don’t have new fans? Of course part of him halfway expects it to be a yee yee local cop, but regardless of that he was ready to get the baptism on the go. If he could get the majority out of the way before the arrival of the newest victim deputy, it would be a lot less stressful.

#/ this is the first step of chaos #/ i am v sorry if it's shiddy. sleepy hours

[just-aake]

Trust Me

Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x fem!reader

Summary: A side story/prequel to Come With Me but can be read standalone. You work with Clint to eliminate a dangerous Russian spy in Budapest.

Warnings:  fluff, violence

Words: 2851

Budapest, Past - 2003

“I got eyes on the target,” Clint’s voice comes through your earpiece as you slowly move up the staircase of the apartment building.

“Any clear shot?” you whisper back, adjusting the grip of the gun in your hand.

“Not yet.” 

“Are you even going to shoot her if you do?” you criticize him, still mad at the fact that he didn’t take the shot when he had a chance, letting your target escape and forcing you to track her down all over again. 

Clint sighs tiredly.

“I’m telling you, there’s something different about her. She has potential.”

You roll your eyes at his words. You were quickly moving up in rank at Shield, becoming one of the best trackers in the agency. The last thing you need is a failed mission to derail all of your hard work. 

You slow your steps as you near the door of the apartment room.

“Still nothing?” you ask.

“Yeah, she’s keeping to the center of the room,” he grumbles.

Checking your gun one more time, you nod in determination.

“Okay, you create a distraction and I’ll go in.”

At the sound of broken glass, you kick the door open and rush inside. You spot the target quickly enough, her red hair flipping behind her as she snaps her head toward your direction. 

You shoot at her twice, but she dodges in time for the first bullet to just graze her arm while the other one misses her completely. 

You are about to advance further into the room when a chair flies at you, causing you to duck back behind a pillar as it crashes into pieces against the wall. 

You quickly turn back into the room with your gun raised when her hand grabs your wrist and slams your arm against the pillar. The force causes your gun to fall out of your hands and onto the floor. 

With your arm still in her grip, you raise your leg to kick her, striking her stomach. 

The impact pushes her back, but she doesn’t release you. Instead, she uses the momentum to pull you forward and flip you onto the ground. 

You can only focus on the pain in your back for a second before there is a pressure against your neck. 

The target is on top of you now, pinning you down while pressing her arm hard against your neck. From this position, you can see her face more clearly. Her fierce, cold eyes focus on yours.

You can now understand what it meant when her file described her as beautiful. 

Your lack of oxygen reminds you of your current position, and you internally curse at yourself for losing focus, beginning to struggle against her hold.

She doesn’t budge, but you don’t give up. You glare determinedly at her even as it gets more and more difficult to breathe. 

Her eyes suddenly widen in realization as if snapping out of a daze, and in the next second, she releases her hold and moves off of your body. 

You take in a deep breath, coughing, before rolling shakingly to your feet, picking up your gun during the process. You point your weapon at her, your finger hovering near the trigger. 

But you hesitate when you see her. She hasn’t moved from her position on the floor, and her posture now appears heavy and tired. She has an apathetic expression as she stares at you. It’s like she’s given up completely.

You keep your gun pointed at her cautiously as you try to catch your breath.

“So you’re the Black Widow,” you manage to rasp out.

“Natasha.”

You tilt your head in question. 

Natasha nods at you.

“You were sent to kill me right? I figure if someone should know my name, it should be the one who finally gets rid of me.” 

This was supposed to be the most ruthless assassin? The thought runs through your mind as you watch her.

You lower your gun slowly at her response, raising your other hand to your earpiece to ask Clint.

You don’t notice the red dot that appears at the center of your chest.

“Clint–,” you’re interrupted as Natasha tackles you onto the sofa, and a gunshot shatters the window of the apartment hitting the area where you were standing. 

You look at the bullet mark. From the angle of the shot, if she hadn’t pushed you, you would have been fatally wounded. 

Clint’s voice comes through your earpiece. “A truck just pulled up with a lot of armed men entering the building. You need to get out now! I’ll take care of the ones on the rooftops.”

A small grunt of pain catches your attention as you look at Natasha. Her arm is bleeding from where you had shot her previously, and she had landed on the injured area when she saved you. 

You look between the exit and Natasha, shaking your head as you make an admittedly reckless decision. 

“I’m taking her with me.”

There are sounds of fighting in the background when Clint replies. “What!?” 

You ignore his exclamation, standing up.

“Just meet us back at the safe house.”

Throwing her uninjured arm around your shoulders, you pull her up and wrap your arm around her back, supporting her. You ignore the questioning look Natasha throws at you. Honestly, you’re not sure what you are doing either. 

Rushing out the door, you stop at the sight of two armed men down the hall. They spot the two of you and raise their weapons. 

In the next second, your body is pushed behind a pillar as gunshots are fired at your position, sending pieces of wood flying. You realize Natasha is pressed close to you, shielding you with her body. 

When there is a slight pause, she pulls out her gun and shoots back at them. After they are subdued, Natasha looks back at you to check your condition, and she finds you staring at her curiously. 

You were speechless, unsure of what to say after the supposed assassin protected you for the second time. You are about to thank her when you spot another man over her shoulder, appearing from one of the other apartment doorways. 

You quickly push her behind you before firing at him, his body slumping to the ground.

Turning back to her, Natasha has an impressed expression as she looks at you. You ignore the warm feeling when you see her intense gaze, grabbing her hand and pulling her towards the direction of the staircase.

You stop abruptly when you see more armed men sweeping the floor around the corner. 

Backing up quietly, Natasha pulls you into another open apartment room. 

You close the door, locking it, before pushing the dining table against the entrance. Turning back around, you find her standing on the window sill. 

“What are you doing?” you hiss at her, grabbing her hand.

“I’ve got an idea. Just follow me.”

She begins to move along the edge outside of the building, but she stops when you don’t release her hand.

You look down at the long drop skeptically.

“They’re going to break in any minute now,” Natasha warns.

At the sounds of stomping and yelling in the halls, you curse as you reluctantly climb up onto the edge with her. 

The two of you move carefully around the building until she stops suddenly. You gasp in surprise when she jumps off the edge. 

Natasha lands gracefully on a balcony two floors down of the building next to yours, straightening back up. She looks up at you expectantly.

“Come on, I’ll catch you.”

You scoff in disbelief.

“Sure, I’ll just trust an assassin with my life. What could go wrong?”

You close your eyes, resting your head against the building as you prepare yourself. You don’t see the small, amused smile on Natasha’s face as she watches you.

Letting out a deep breath, you leap off the edge. Her hands wrap around you, catching you and bringing you safely to the ground.

You stumble into her as you try to stabilize yourself, your hands holding her shoulders tightly. You stay in that position, taking deep breaths to calm your beating heart.

When you finally pull away, she raises her eyebrows at you in a silent question.

Huffing, you shove past her into the building, grumbling under your breath.

“I should’ve just killed you.”

Natasha lets out a small smile at your words, looking away, before following after you.

~~~~~~~ ⧗ ~~~~~~~

The two of you arrive at the safe house first. After checking the locks, you turn to the supposedly deadly spy. She has an impassive look on her face as she settles on one of the chairs.

You frown when you notice a dark color on the sleeve of her arm. She must still be bleeding from when you shot her. You go to the bathroom to grab the first aid kit, a clean towel, and a bowl of water.

Natasha looks at you curiously when you pull up a chair next to hers. You were laying out your supplies on the table before grabbing a pair of scissors and reaching for her arm. Her years of training cause her body to instinctively tense and move away. 

You pull your hands back at her guarded posture.

“I’m just going to cut off the sleeve to patch you up. We need to get that clean unless you want to get it infected,” you reassure her. 

You wait until her body relaxes and she moves her arm back to you before getting closer to remove the piece of clothing. 

You observe the injured area. It didn’t look too deep since the bullet only grazed her, so all you would need to do is dress the wound and bandage her up. 

You are careful not to jostle her arm too much as you begin your work. Dipping the towel in the water, you dab it gently around the edges of the wound, cleaning off the dried blood. When you finish, you grab the disinfectant spray.

You look up at her apologetically.

“Sorry, this is going to sting.” 

Natasha doesn’t respond to your words, but you see a slight nod of acknowledgment.

Sighing, you spray the disinfectant solution on the wound before covering it with a dressing. Besides a tiny sharp inhale of breath, she doesn’t even flinch at the contact. 

Fully focused, you unconsciously blew lightly on the surrounding area to provide some relief from the stinging sensation.

Your action causes Natasha to look at you in surprise. It’s been a long time since she has been cared for this gently before. 

You begin to apply the bandage. As you carefully wrap her arm, you decide to speak up.

“Thank you, by the way, for saving me back at the apartment,” you tell her sincerely.

When you look up at her, there is a pained expression on her face. You are about to ask if you had hurt her when she spoke first.

“Why didn’t you kill me?” 

Her question causes you to pause for a second. You shake your head, looking back down to continue your process of wrapping the bandage.

“I could ask you the same thing,” you respond, referring to when she let you go. 

“You know who I am. What I’ve done. I’m not a good person. As long as I’m alive, bad things will happen.”

You finish the last wrap, securing the bandage in place before looking at her. 

“From what I saw, you saved my life. Twice. I don’t believe a person who does that can’t have a little bit of goodness in them.” 

Natasha’s eyes widen in surprise.

You give her a small smile and a few gentle pats on her arm.

“All done,” you tell her. 

Standing up, you gather your supplies to return them to their places. Glancing at the corner of your eye, you see Natasha examining the newly bandaged area, gingerly touching it.

At the sound of the lock opening, you both snap to the door, cautious and alert. You relax when you see Clint stumbling in, a little frazzled but otherwise unharmed.

Clint stops at the doorway as he looks between you and Natasha. Letting out a deep exhale, he presses his hand to his head in disbelief.

“Oh wow, you actually brought her with you. This is going to be fun to explain to Fury.”

An hour later, you and Clint check in with Shield on the status of the mission.

Fury’s face is fuming by the time you both recount the events that took place earlier.

“I sent you to eliminate a very dangerous, very deadly Russian spy. Instead, you bring her back with you. What on Earth were you two thinking?”

Clint flinches away from the video call before addressing Fury.

“It’s not Y/n’s fault. I was the one who suggested not to eliminate her. I’m telling you, Fury, she could become a great asset to Shield.”

You look over at Natasha as they continue to argue. She has a cold and impassive expression on her face, seemingly already resigned to her fate. 

You decide to interrupt, “I’m also backing his recommendation for her recruitment to Shield.”

Clint turns to you in surprise at your change of opinion, but you don’t look at him. Your eyes stay focused on Natasha who's now giving you a questioning look.

You continue, “Clint’s right, Natasha has amazing skills and abilities. She’s not irredeemable.”

You look back at the screen.

“She just needs a different option, Fury. We can give that to her.”

A brief look of surprise passes on her face as she stares at you. 

You see Fury contemplate your words, his eyes looking into the distance in thought. He shakes his head in resignation. 

“Ah, what the hell, fine. One chance. Take down the Red Room, and maybe I’ll consider it. But you two are responsible for her. Everything she does, it’s all on you and your jobs. You two better hope you’re not wrong about this.”

You nod your head at him, “Don’t worry, sir.”

You lock eyes with Natasha confidently.

“I trust her.”

~~~~~~~ ⧗ ~~~~~~~

Unknown Airspace, Present Day - 2018

“Ow, that stings.” Natasha winces as you clean the cut on her hand. 

“Stop moving,” you chastise her, as you begin to gently wrap the bandage around her hand. 

“You know, back when we first met, you didn’t make a sound when I was patching you up.”

Natasha gives you a teasing smirk, “That was because I didn’t know I would get a kiss from the pretty agent if I showed a little pain.”

Letting out a huff of laughter, you finish tying the bandage in place before turning her hand and pressing a soft kiss on her palm. 

You move to stand up to put away the supplies, but a tug on your hand causes you to stumble onto her lap, narrowingly avoiding her newly bandaged hand. 

“Nat!” You shouted, examining her hand again to make sure nothing was affected. 

After you finish your inspection, your concerned expression changes into an unserious glare when you finally look at her. 

Natasha has an amused smile on her face, as she raises her eyebrows pointedly at you.

Rolling your eyes, you cup her face, bringing her in for a soft kiss. Natasha’s smile widens against your lips before pressing closer to you, deepening the kiss. 

You were slowly losing yourself in the kiss when you felt her hand caress your thigh. Her injured hand. 

Your eyes snap open at the realization, and you quickly jump off of her lap. Natasha remains frozen in her position, eyes blinking in confusion at your sudden disappearance.  

“No, none of that, you are on bed rest until we get to Wanda’s and Vision’s location.” You reprimand her, moving away quickly towards the door in case she pulls you in again. 

Natasha stands up to follow you, disbelief on her face.

“It’s just a small cut.”

She grabs your hand to turn you around and sees the concern in your eyes.

“What else is bothering you?”

You sigh as you look down at your joined hands, gently caressing the top of her bandage.

“I’m just worried. It’s not like them to not check in.” 

“They probably just lost track of time and forgot.”

Natasha brings her face close to yours.

“Trust me. Everything’s going to be okay.”

You give her a short peck on the lips, smiling at her.

“I always have.”

Natasha smiles at you with love in her eyes before walking backward, pulling you with her. 

“We still have an hour before we reach their location.”

She tilts her head at the bed and raises her eyebrow suggestively. 

You give her an exasperated look.

“You’re injured.”

She has a teasing smirk when she replies.

“There are other things I can do to you that don't require my hand.” 

You roll your eyes and shake your head fondly at her, but you don’t resist when she pulls you on top of her, your body melting into hers perfectly.

#natasha romanoff x reader #natasha romanoff imagine #natasha romanoff x fem!reader #natasha romanoff fanfic #natasha romanoff x you #black widow x reader #natasha romanoff #natasha x reader #natasha romanoff fluff

[fookingmuffins]

Strawberry kisses

James Potter x reader

Fluff

Summary: Going camping with your friends and sharing strawberries with James.

Warnings: I'm pretty sure none.

A/n: I thought of this while eating strawberries and someone pls just get me a James potter ASAP 😭

As the sun started getting ready to set, the stuffiness in the tent became unbearable, making you groan and finally open your eyes from your short afternoon nap. Everything was pretty quiet and knowing your friends you knew how suspicious that was so you decided to get up and open the tent. Squinting your eyes as the light hit them.

"Hmmm, has Sleeping Beauty finally awakened?" You groaned at James' remark in return as you crawled out of the tent and felt the cool afternoon breeze hit you. James chuckled at your response and put down the sketchbook he had been using in order to open his arms for you. Which you quickly made your way to in order to nuzzle your face in the crook of his neck, content to not have to immediately get rid of your grogginess.

"Where is everybody?" You asked after a while of still being too at peace in James' arms.

"They all went on a hike before it got dark." He said, rubbing your back as he picked up his book and pencil to continue his sketch of the camping site, it was beautiful.

"Why didn't you go?"

"There was no way I was leaving my Sleeping beauty alone." He replied matter-of-factly, making you blush.

After a little bit of watching him trace the lines and slowly bring more life to his sketch you stopped him and unwillingly got up from your spot making him raise an eyebrow, but before he could question you, you rushed to the food you had bought earlier grabbing strawberries and going to your bag to fish your secret Jar of Nutella and a fork.

When you returned, proudly showing James the goods in your hands with a huge grin, he couldn't help but return it. He once again put down his sketchbook and pencil, this time completely closing it, and you sat down in the gap he opened for you between his legs with your back towards his chest. Feeling his arms wrap around your waist and pull you impossibly closer as you laid your head against his shoulder, opening the jar and stabbing a strawberry and dipping it in the yummy chocolate. You pointed the strawberry towards James, and he immediately opened his mouth, taking the whole strawberry in one bite. You repeated the process and this time ate the strawberry yourself.

After a while, James squeezed your waist a little before groaning, "Hmm this is the life." The two of you were halfway done with the little basket of strawberries and the sun was setting. Everything around the two of you was surrounded by this golden glow that made your surroundings feel magical. A warm feeling settled inside of you, feeling like you and James were the only people in the world. Feeling the slow rise of his chest behind you and the way his hands traced random patterns in your thigh. You wanted to be in this feeling forever.

As you passed him another strawberry you accidentally moved the fork last minute and a little Nutella smudged on his cheek making him groan, and you couldn't help but giggle. Before he could clean it with his hand (he was planning on using you as pay back, but you didn't need to know that) you got up, turned around, and settled in your knees before you kissed his cheek where the chocolate was effectively cleaning it.

James froze, and you pulled away, looking at his eyes, just registering what you had just done. Before you could mumble a million apologies, James pulled you closer, locking your lips with his, still being able to taste the Nutella strawberries of each other.

"I've been trying to grow the balls for months to do that." James whispered against your lips as you two pulled away, trying to catch your breath.

"Trust me, I do." You both smiled looking at each other's eyes, basking in the little bubble the two of you had created. Before he pulled you in again, in his words, it was to make sure it wasn't a dream.

"You two cannot seriously be kissing already, when I spent the last two weeks planning the perfect way to get you two idiots to confess. Especially after I just spent two painstaking hours explaining it to this group of inepts." You pulled away from James to look at Sirius with crossed arms walking to you two, followed by all your friends, who seemed to be celebrating the ending of the painful pining they've had to see every day for the past year.

#james potter #james potter x reader #fanfic #james potter x you #james potter x y/n #james potter fluff

[worldlxvlys]

pls pls write a mini lil smutty blurb fic thingy for your dealer chris series!!!

only fans

dwb! chris x reader

warnings: nsfw (don’t read if it bothers you) + mention of drugs, p in v, idk y’all it’s smut

this is based off of the dwb! chris series, the specific set of texts are here if you want to read !!

this def isn’t a blurb lmao 😭

hope you still like tho :)

•••• •••••••• ••••

sure enough, when i opened the door chris was standing there. the look in his eyes told me that he had every intention to ruin me. fuck.

“so you gonna show me what your only fans viewers get to see?” he asked, his voice low and raspy.

“chris it was a joke, i swear i don’t have an only fans account”

“you better not” he growled as he pulled me inside and closed my door.

“bedroom. now.” he said as i followed him to my room.

“get on the bed and strip for me like the slut you are” and without a word, i did exactly that.

his gaze was intense and never strayed from my body.

slowly, i peeled off my shirt and bra. my sweats and panties following soon after.

“fucking hell ma you’re so fucking gorgeous. every fucking inch of your body is beautiful” he said as he left kisses all over my body, getting closer and closer to my heat with each kiss.

chris gave a kiss to my clit, and shoved two fingers in me.

“chris!” i moaned out in total bliss.

his pace was relentless, i was barely even able to form any words.

“yeah? you like that? i know you do baby, making such pretty sounds”

he somehow picked up speed, making me cry out even louder.

“mmmm chris feels so fucking good”

he then curled his fingers, hitting my g-spot perfectly.

“oh my gosh chris”

“who else makes you feel this good baby? huh?”

“n-no one chris, only you”

my legs started shaking and i couldn’t focus on anything other than his long, slender fingers drilling in and out of me as though they were created to do only that.

i felt the familiar knot in my stomach and knew that i was getting closer and closer.

“fuck ma, feel you clenching around my fingers. go ahead, cum all over my fingers baby”

and with that, i let go around his fingers.

before i could even catch my breath, he leaned down and licked up all of my juices.

“fuck ma, you taste so good” he said as he planted quick kisses on both of my thighs.

“you have way too many clothes on” i tell him, realizing he is fully clothed.

“let’s fix that” i said as i quickly helped rid his body of the clothing.

“want me to fuck you into your mattress now baby? or did you want me to find someone else to do it? i know how much you love to joke that you’re gonna find someone else to fuck”

“no chris, just want you”

“hmm, i think you should get on your knees and fuckin beg”

“are you serious right now chris?” i asked with a roll of my eyes.

“if you don’t want me, you don’t have to baby” he said as he reached for his boxers.

“no no, please chris! please fuck me! need you so fuckin bad right now”

“there you go baby” he said before he grabbed me by the waist, flipping me onto my stomach.

“did you want me to record this for your only fans?” he asked condescendingly.

“chris shut the fuck up and fuck me already “ i said, starting to get annoyed.

he pushed my head into my pillow, pulling my hips up so my ass was in the air.

“so fucking impatient baby” he said as he gave himself a few quick strokes and pushed his dick into me.

“holyyyy shit chris” i moaned out, surprised at his lack of warning.

“mmmmm fuck” he groaned as he bottomed out.

he then started moving at a brutal pace, again, without warning.

“fuck so good chris, fuckin love your cock so much”

“takin me so well baby, such a good fuckin girl”

he slid in and out of me so perfectly, like we were made for each other.

he leaned forward, his chest pressing against my back as he kissed my neck.

“think i should mark you up some more, make sure everyone knows that you’re mine.”

“fuck yes baby, love it when you mark me up”

he began leaving kisses and leaving dark, purple marks along my neck and upper back.

he never once slowed his movements, instead picking up speed as we both got closer and closer to finishing.

“fuck ma, you gonna let me fill you with my cum?”

“yes yes, need it so fucking bad chris”

my legs start to shake again, and his thrusts turn sloppy as we approach our highs.

“fuck i’m gonna cum baby, cum with me” he says as he continues to pound into me.

as soon as i felt his cum shoot into me, i came on his cock with a loud cry.

“fuck chris”.

breathing heavily, he pulled and watched both of our juices spill out of me and onto the bed.

“so if i do start an only fans, will you fuck me like that again?”

“you’re not starting an only fans.”

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not to be cocky or anything, but why’d i kinda eat?

every single day y’all make me seem like more of a liar 😭 cause why y’all got me actually writing fics tf

lmk what you think <333

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[foreverindreamlandd]

Lord of the Mountains

M'Baku x F!Reader

2.2k words

Summary: After Namor's attack on the Golden City, you are sent to Jabari for safety. You're not sure if you could ever feel safe again after what you endured a few days ago, until you finally meet the kind eyes of the Jabari Tribe's leader...

Warnings: Reader is claustrophobic, has an episode, mentions of nightmares, almost drowning, loss of loved ones, spoilers for Wakanda Forever.

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Water. There was water everywhere.

Flooding the streets, tidal waves taking people out left and right.

It barreled down each and every pathway, racing toward you as you desperately tried to run towards safety, the splashing sounds taunting you from behind.

The water bit at your heels before crashing over you-

You woke with a gasp, body covered in sweat, crawling along your skin.

Even though you knew you had just woken up from a nightmare, you couldn’t manage to even out your breathing.

Because it wasn’t totally a nightmare.

It was a memory. From just a few days ago when Wakanda was attacked.

You looked around at all of the sleeping bodies around you, their mats covering nearly every inch of the floor. There was no empty space. Nowhere to breathe. 

The walls of the small refuge created in the caves of the Jabari Tribe headquarters began to close in on you, and the space suddenly became too crowded.

And then you were drowning all over again, chest constricting, air refusing to reach your lungs.

Without thinking, you jumped out of your mat, maneuvering around all of the sleeping Wakandan refugees, black spots forming in your vision as the panic continued to rise in you.

Why did it feel like the path out of this room went on for miles and miles? Why was there no end in sight?

Finally, you made it through the sea of people and toward the dim hallway.

Before you could let out a sigh of relief, you heard it.

The splashing. The devastating waves.

They had found you once again.

You turned to look over your shoulder as you picked up your pace, sprinting down the hall to run away from the phantom tidal wave that chased you in your mind-

Until you crashed into something.

Something large, sturdy.

Someone, you gathered - as massive hands wrapped around your arms to keep you from stumbling to the ground. 

You looked up, eyes fighting the black spots to focus on the concerned brown eyes staring down at you.

A small voice in the back of your brain screamed to you that this man was important, a person of great respect, someone who deserved a bow or some sort of recognition.

Lord M’Baku, leader of the Jabari Tribe, the Great Gorilla. One of the fiercest warriors in all of Wakanda.

But the larger part of your mind was still breaking down, so for right now, he was someone you could cling to for support.

“Outside,” you gasped, your head growing dizzy. You needed to be out in the open fast or else you were going to pass out. “I need to get outside.”

He didn’t say anything, just nodded. His hands held onto you a little tighter as your legs grew wobbly beneath you.

“Can you walk?” he asked, low voice echoing through the hallway and deep inside your chest. 

You nodded, unable to speak, and it was all he needed. He shifted his hold to grab the small of your back and led you down the hall, holding you closely to his side to make sure you didn’t fall over.

“This way,” he murmured, veering off the main path and down a smaller corridor, and you almost protested being in the more confining space, but something told you to trust the man fighting to keep you upright.

A few seconds later, he was opening a large stone door built into the wall of the mountain. As you felt the cool night air hit your face, your body sagged further into him in relief before running out of his hold and toward the balcony ahead. 

It took a handful of heaving gulps before you managed to put enough air in your lungs to get rid of the black spots. You looked up from the stone below your hands and toward the view in front of you and let out a small gasp.

You must have been close to the peak of the mountain for a view like this, to see the entirety of Jabari, the neighboring mountains glittering with snow, the full moon illuminating every surface with a mesmerizing glow, millions of stars twinkling above.

The sounds of water were gone from your mind, and you were met with the peaceful silence of night.

Even though you had just gotten air back into your lungs, the scene before you momentarily took your breath away again once more, but in a much less terrifying way.

“Here,” M’Baku’s low voice came from behind. You turned around to see a glass of water held out in front of you. Looking up to meet those comforting brown eyes, you nodded a quick thanks and took the glass, knocking half of it back in one go.

When you looked back, you saw two large, empty hands fiddling together in front of the giant warrior, as if anxious.

“What else can I do?” he asked, desperate to help in any way.

Something in the protective tone in his voice put knots in your stomach and you shook your head. “I-I’m f-f-f-fine,” you replied, the shivers escaping from you exposing the fact that your sweat-covered body was now open to the freezing cold air and you were not, in fact, fine.

The lord of the mountain shook his head, a light huff escaping his chest as he took the fur off his back.

“No, n-no, you don’t have to-” you tried to protest, but before you could say another word the wrap was over your shoulders, and the sudden warmth radiating through your body was so  intoxicating that it brought a small smile to your face.

 M’Baku let out a grizzly laugh that brought even more warmth to your insides. “There it is,” he said.

Your brows furrowed. “There what is?”

“I was not going to find an ounce of rest this night if I did not get you to smile,” he replied.

You let out a small laugh, taking more of him in now that your nerves had settled.

Though he now stood a couple of feet away from you, you still needed to crane your neck back in order to look at his face. The man completely towered over you, his presence commanding the entire space.

And yet, you didn’t feel any fear around him, or like you were being looked down on by someone of high status in these lands.

You felt comforted, protected, safe, which had not been the case in the days since Namor attacked the Golden City. Since then, all you had known was fear.

His dark skin glowed under the moonlight, making his features even more breathtaking. Without the cover of his fur, you could see the bulging muscles from his bare shoulders all the way down his arms.

There had been many times during your time in Wakanda that you heard whispers of the lord of the mountains, and how M’Baku’s strength could only be met with that of the Black Panther themself.

You imagined him lifting your body into the air with complete ease, a thought you never inherently had with any other man you had encountered. 

“How are you not cold right now, Your Lordship?” you asked, shivering at the thought of him being so exposed in such cold weather. 

He tsk’ed, taking a step forward and extending his arm out. “I am the heart of these mountains, my lady. There is a fire in my veins that no cold can put out.”

You rested a hand on his large bicep, the warmth radiating from it sending a shiver down your spine. Had you been able to focus on anything other than the feeling of his smooth, muscled skin, you would have heard the small hitch in his breath from your touch.

“M’Baku,” he said softly, and you looked back up at him. “Call me M’Baku.”

How could you say no to such a request, with the way his eyes bore into yours?

You gave him your name, and he mouthed it to himself, feeling the string of letters along his lips.

“You are not from Wakanda,” he said after a beat. A statement rather than a question.

“I am not,” you still responded.

“You chose a terrible time to visit.” The joking tone in his voice made you laugh.

“I suppose not,” you said, finally noticing that your hand was still on his arm. You forced yourself to remove it. “I’ve been here for a few years, actually. Used to work for Shield as a scientist, and was assigned here by Steve Rogers for a few months to work with the Wakandan scientists and Bucky Barnes. After everything with…Thanos, I was officially out of a job. Bruce Banner pulled a few strings with Shuri and allowed me to continue working here.”

“I wish our paths had crossed sooner.”

Your throat constricted, tears welling in your eyes and you nodded. “Me, too.”

Concern returned to his expression and he rested a hand on your cheek. “What is wrong?”

A scoff escaped from your lips before you could remind yourself that you were speaking with practically royalty. 

“I’m sorry.” Your bottom lip began quivering. “I mean, what isn’t wrong right now? Wakanda is under attack, and I lost friends who have been my family these last few years. I also don’t know if I’ll ever be able to sleep without having nightmares of almost drowning ever again-”

Strong arms wrapped around you, cutting off your rambling as they completely consumed you in warmth and security as you cried into the chest of the great leader.

Some unknown number of minutes passed before he pulled away, your composure returning. His hand went back to your cheek, thumb wiping away a tear.

“I know things appear grim right now, but I swear on Hanuman himself that I will do everything in my power to protect Wakanda and its people…” his serious expression turned sly and he winked, “especially its visitors with the most radiant of smiles.”

Your smile returned, and so did your laugh.

“Thank you, M’Baku.”

With a nod, he lowered his hand to grab yours. “Come. Let’s get you to bed.”

Panic arose in you once more at the thought of being in the small room with so many other people. “I think I’d rather stay out here-”

“Nonsense. I have a private room in my chambers where you can rest.” He waved his free hand behind him to show off the giant glass window, behind it a cozy bedroom.

“Oh no, I don’t want to intrude.”

He rolled his eyes. “Y/n, the whole of Wakanda is intruding on my lands this evening. Now, please stop trying to argue with the Great Gorilla before I show you how I got that name.”

Your feet slowed, stomach dropping at the threat. But when he turned around, there was a mischievous look on his face, and a grin from ear to ear. He winked at you again and you found yourself laughing at the powerful warrior before you.

“My apologies, Mr. Great Gorilla,” you retorted, pulling a low, rumbly laugh from him.

He escorted you into the room, remaining at the doorway, his back turned away from you as you sat on the bed.

“I will leave you to rest,” he said, hand going to the door.

“Wait-” you called, unable to stop yourself. His hand paused. “This is definitely too much to ask, and I’m sure you have a million other things to take care of…but is there any chance you could stay?”

M’Baku turned back to you, and you immediately opened your mouth to try and take back your request.

But the look in those kind eyes halted your words, and without hesitation he nodded.

“Anything you need.”

All I need is you, you thought. 

You swallowed. “Thank you.”

He walked over, sitting on the bed next to you, your backs pressed against the headboard, gazes toward the wall in front of you.

The two of you sat there in silence for a few moments, your thumbs twiddling on your lap as a newfound awkwardness slowly ate at you.

M’Baku cleared his throat, clearly in the same state of discomfort as you were.

“So,” you finally said, “how did you earn the title of Great Gorilla?”

His lips curved upward as he looked over at you. “I am so glad you asked. It all started when…”

The two of you stayed awake for hours, sharing stories and asking each other questions.

Finally, as your lids grew heavier and heavier, gravity pulled your head to the muscular shoulder next to you as sleep pulled you under.

When you awoke, the sun was shining, and you felt rested for the first time in days.

You also felt a familiar sturdiness underneath your cheek, as well as a large arm wrapped around your waist.

Looking up, you found M’Baku staring down on you, a serious - almost nervous - look on his face.

He smiled. “Good morning, Y/n. How did you sleep?”

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[becasbelt]

here's a little thing about moving that's definitely not inspired by recent real life events.

* * *

Beca sets the box down with a grunt, straightening and pushing it to fit against the rest of the boxes better with her foot. She has no idea what Amy put in her box literally labelled "bit and bobs" to make it so heavy, but honestly she's too tired of going through boxes at the moment to find out.

Brushing her hands together, Beca surveys what they've done in apartment so far - if the one room studio they were renting could be considered an apartment, that is. She, Amy, and Chloe had spent the better part of the day unloading the U-Haul they'd driven from Barden to New York, and now the sorting through everything part is making Beca long for more trips up the stairs.

She's successfully managed to separate their boxes into different piles throughout the room: three piles for each of their personal belongings and one for the kitchen. Amy's stuff takes up an entire side of the room, while Chloe's modest stash sits nicely in a corner.

Beca's things consist of three boxes, two duffel bags filled with clothes, and a carry-on with her music equipment.

Somehow, after getting rid of any furniture she'd acquired over the last couple of years, Beca had walked out of college with hardly more than she started with.

Beca stares at her small pile and considers how motivated she's feeling. Upon deciding that more unpacking can wait until after dinner, she slumps onto the couch to stare at the wall for a minute or two.

Amy and Chloe had volunteered to make a food run to reward all their hard work. Beca had opted to stay behind, citing the need for some alone time, leaving her all alone to wonder just what the hell they'd all gotten themselves into.

One of their windows doesn't latch properly, creating a draft over the place where Beca and Chloe will sleep. The walls are spotted with stains that Beca isn't sure will ever come out. Their bathroom is literally in the kitchen. There's a strange smell coming from the closet that makes Beca's nose wrinkle every time she opens it.

Beca leans her elbows on her knees, puts her head in her hands, and tries to take a deep breath.

It was fine. Everything was going to be fine. They could clean, they could light a candle, they could come up with a system for dealing with the kitchen-shower.

The traffic is loud outside the window. A far cry from the quiet street the Bellas' House at Barden resided on.

Beca tries for another deep breath, cheeks puffing out as she exhales. She rubs her eyes with the heels of her palms until she sees spots, then blinks to clear them again.

All the uncertainties keep staring back at her.

Beca's fingers curl around her phone. Without thinking too much about it, she scrolls through her contacts until her thumb presses the call button.

The other end rings five times before it's picked up. "Hey, Bec."

The air leaves Beca's lungs in a shaky exhale. "Hey, Dad."

"Is everything alright? How'd the move go?" There's a hint of surprise in his voice, as if he hadn't been expecting to call. Which is fair, honestly.

"No, yeah, everything's good," she says, tucking her arms in close to herself. "Made it in one piece. We just finished unpacking the truck."

"Good. Well that's- that's good, then," her dad says. There's a moment of awkward silence, and it hits Beca just how little she tries to make small talk with her dad like this, even when they lived in the same city.

"Yeah," Beca says dumbly. She tucks her feet onto the couch and hugs them tight to her chest.

"So how's New York?"

"It's... different," Beca replies hesitantly. "Um, good different, I think. But different."

Her dad chuckles. "Yeah, I get that. I felt that way when I moved to Barden. But you'll get used to, just give it a few days. Maybe invest in a white noise machine to cover up the traffic."

Beca huffs a laugh. "Yeah, maybe. If Amy's snoring doesn't cover it up first."

They share another laugh, and Beca feels the tightness in her chest ease ever so slightly.

"Bet you're glad to be out of Barden, though," her dad ventures. "Seems like you always wanted to move to the big city."

"I grew up in Seattle, Dad," Beca says with an eye roll. "It's not like I grew up in the middle of Wyoming."

"Okay, okay," he concedes. "I mean a city where things are happening, right? Like LA: you always wanted to live there. Isn't New York just a grittier, more compact version of LA?"

Beca snorts. "I think there's a few more differences than that, but sure. I guess I see your point."

"So there you go," he says, and Beca can practically see that annoying side smirk he gets on his face whenever he feels like he just won an argument. "You're on the right path, even if it's in a different place than you imagined. And I'm so proud of you for taking that jump, Bec. Even if I wasn't always supportive of it."

A lump forms in Beca's throat and she finds herself blinking against stinging eyes. "Thanks, Dad," she says, voice tight, then clears her throat and shakes her head. "That, uh, that means a lot."

"It's true," he says kindly. There's another lull in the conversation, this one less awkward than before. "You know, it'll be weird not having you ten minutes away anymore. I won't be able to force you into coming over for dinner once a month."

Beca grins a little. "And I don't know what I'll do without you knocking on the our door to ask if I've done my homework every other week," she teases. "But maybe I can be convinced to video call every once in a while."

"That would be nice," her dad replies, and Beca can tell that he really means it. "So, how's the apartment."

"It's small, and it's got some quirks, but it'll do for now," Beca says, looking around the studio again. "There's this weird smell coming from a closet that makes me kind of want to throw up, though."

"Try baking soda," her dad says. "Or coffee grounds. They should absorb the smell. Or you could put a bar of soap in a sock, I've done that before. Or you could try..."

He continues rambling about ways to get rid of bad smells, and Beca smiles while she listens, leaning her head against the back of the couch, and breathes deeper than she has all day.

#this is straight up not even bechloe #but beca deserves some good moments with her dad damit! #anyway do not perceive me #pitch perfect #fanfic #beca mitchell #maybe i'll add this to almost canon later if i'm not too lazy #we'll see

[lilith-little-world]

Could you please write some domestic headcanons for reader and wukong? Love your story btw^^ (or more like the concept lol)

Awww thank you, I wanted to do a slight twist to the isekai trope that explains how the reader got transported to another world. Although, the reader is far from the only one. She just happens to survive the transmigration... Kind of. I'm honestly kind of excited to start writing the first chapter soon. It's going to be one hell of a ride.

Now to those domestic headcanons, hope there are no spelling errors, I manage to break my Grammarly keyboard every single time I write something-

(Don't you dare judge the quality I was rushing through so badly then I realized I forgot how to fucking draw. I'm going to post some art here, it's going to be meh quality just until I get used to drawing again.)

- At first, it took a good while for you guys to settle down in one place. With you enjoying the urban lifestyle. Since it made visiting shops, friends, and just having a fun day out way easier. Wukong prefers to be isolated, his only interactions being mostly with Mk and you. However, after Wukong complains for the 100th time, you move to Flower Fruit Mountain under the condition he takes you out every few days into the city and that your friends can come and visit every once in a while.

- Surprisingly, he tries to renovate and spruce things up. House feeling a little small? Want a room for your things specifically? He and his clones will start making preparations (Also maybe ask Mk and the gang for help on what exactly to do and if he's desperate enough, he'll ask DBK for some advice.) Slowly but surely, the once small hut becomes more home-like. Then when you're both satisfied, he'll move on making the pathway to the house to the entrance of the waterfall. Cleaning up any debris or rumble of pillars and crumbling murals of the past. It was by your constant nagging that he restores it, getting rid of vines and moss.

- Other than wandering around or chilling at the house you literally have nothing to do. As much as it was a nice thought of spending most of the day doing your hobby, you physically don't have enough willpower to do it every day. One day while laying around, you noticed how dusty and unorganized the house truly was. So that is how you got stuck with cleaning and keeping things organized. Yet that didn't stop there, you noticed small things like a creaky loose floorboard. That you managed to fix after searching for how to on your phone. The sink isn't draining properly, drain cleaner is already on the need-to-buy list. The problem still not solve, time to put in some elbow grease and hope you won't get too dirty.

- However, you're definitely not touching his little hoard that he has been collecting over the centuries. The last thing you want is to release some ancient curse or break something that was once important.

- He can't cook, don't even try to make him, you don't want another fire, so get that cookbook open and pray you made something edible. Over the months you had gotten better, but there's much to improve. Yet, complete failure or not, Wukong still tries it out since he is immortal, it won't kill him, and the last thing he wants is for you to get seriously sick from food poisoning. If the food was not edible, then he's either going to get takeout or you both are going out to eat, give him a few minutes to throw up the abomination you created out his stomach.

- It's only fair that he washes the dishes. You make breakfast, lunch, and dinner, it's the least he can do. (That's if he still suffers from food poisoning, it's your turn to wash the dishes.) He picks up around the kitchen, any produce you left out back in the fridge. Spices in the cupboard in their usual spots. He knows you do a lot around the house, so it's now his turn to help.

- There's one chore you both do together, it's washing and putting the clothes away. You separate the clothing in their respective pile, while Wukong loads the washer. Whoever hears the washer finishes, loads the dryer, (cough you cough). Then when the loads are done, you guys come together and fold the clothes. While watching tv to pass the time. Although Wukong likes to make a big scene whenever he grabs your underwear or bra, it was only natural that you do the same with his boxers. You guys now know each other's undergarments and clothes sizes after that. Well, it makes shopping easier.

- Wukong kept his word and takes you to the city, and if you want a vacation away from the mountain. He got a temple ready to stay at and landmarks to show you. Over the years, he saw many things and wants to show you all of them. He never liked big crowds, so going to festivals was never his thing until he finds out you enjoy it. Well, looks like he's hanging out with the gang in the city, yaaay... Just make sure you're beside him for a good portion of the time there.

- He was a little hesitant about inviting the gang to the house, but he couldn't say no to both the student that he considers like his own son, Mk and his darling lover, the love of his life, you. In all honestly, Mk and you had already planned a day to bring the group over, and you guys decided to tell him last minute. Even though he would like a heads up, so he can reject the idea, strangely the simian doesn't mind. He had nearly forgotten that the mountain could feel so... warm and lively.

- Just be warned now that he has you beside him 24/7, this touch-starved monkey will be cuddling and kissing you, the first chance he gets. Don't fall for his tricks, he's a sneaky one.

- You made a small habit to groom his fur. Running your fingers through, him relaxing within your hold. If there's a comb or brush, you will get out any tangles or knots. His fur is now soft and fluffy and he is ready for pets and cuddles. You like to spoil him once in while.

- You guys hardly argue or fight, there was a time you even feared that the honeymoon phase will be over and then reality will hit. Yet it hasn't, maybe because Wukong is actually trying to be a better person so he can stay by your side. Also, he saw you angry once and he will do anything not to get on your bad side... again. Wukong tries to get your thoughts first and asks for people's advice, though he still has trouble speaking his ideas or thoughts. Being alone for centuries will do a lot of damage to a person’s psyche.

- So things are pretty peaceful, Wukong is opening up more and you managed to have a happy life despite the odds being against you. Now it's time to answer the question, will you become immortal and join Wukong for eternity, or prolonged/have your regular human lifespan? Sadly, Wukong wouldn't be able to handle your death. It will take all of his last remaining time to ever move on...

Wait a minute-

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[emprexxluxaic]

YOUR FUTURE SPOUSE

Pick A Picture

disclaimer: i don't own any of these images that used for this reading,i just saved them from pinterest & credits to the rightful owners . Tarot Card reading can't predict the future at all , it all based on your current energy & to your other person energy. takes what resonate & leave doesn't .this is made just for fun & remember the decisions is all up to you and your the one who can your create your future.

● how to choose?take a deep breath & take a look to each pile & choose which pile you feel drawn too:))

CHOOSE A PILE FROM LEFT TO RIGHT

IMAGE 1

Your Future Spouse POSITIVE TRAITS

quick

versatile

adaptable

free-spirited

energetic

well traveled

flexible

experimental

social

adventurous

Your Future Spouse POSSIBLE NEGATIVE TRAITS

irresponsible

over-indulgent

disrespectful

impatient

restless

distracted

Reading for your FUTURE SPOUSE

I see here someone who attracts strong, powerful and famous people with a high will-power and a stable character , can be both a gift and a punishment. The one who support or the provider for financial of the relationship(especially if your soulmate is a he).They may have work in entertainment or behind the scenes they prefer to work in secret service or not in public eye. People appreciate their good judgement like they know how to determine the truth and the falsehood.They can be friendly and they have alot of friends,can be trustworthy and reliable lovers and soulmates as well.This is someone generous and they are willing to serve people who surround them,they can be patient and ask right question or know how to calm down people.They may work as a teacher / counsellor or they will like to teach you the things they knew,they are honest and faithful whether in relationship and work/bussiness partnership. They prefer to choose lover who face obstacles in life and someone who can kept a secret who cannot be shared to anyone.Their family have a spot to their heart when it comes to needs they tend to stop to being selfish and become empathetic,they tend to give up their interests and may suffer for the sake of other benifits.They spend their money carefully if they living alone,it's important to them to live in peaceful place so that they have focus to concentrate and to do whatever they want and that makes them feel happy.They learns how to keep right distance to people so that others may respect their privacy.They don't like routine,as well making them have limits on what they do and must work where there's no limitations.They don't believe that money can buy happines but gaves you freedom and makes doors to open new chances.Most of people who choose this pile their soulmate can be work in entertainment industry like actors,singers,dancers and so on and so forth,also in sales/businesses and the rest are working in medical jobs(especially medical doctors).They can be happy too in fields of psychology and counselling,also in authority position or a teacher who writes books about leadership.They are too generous because whenever they have money they gave it to less fortunate family members and friends.For this people giving is a give and also a lesson to share from others.In some cases your soulmate is quite attrative and also shrewd and canny.For some reason he could experience heart breaks in past relationship maybe because their lover doesn't love them enough that makes them lose of interest and feeling and the best way to get rid of this hurtful feelings is to read postive books about love or even by writing.They can be confident and self-assured.They know what is the best for.They can be an excellent leaders and also parent.

🌱 : Extra messages : Capricorn , Aquarius , Pisces , Aries , Taurus , Gemini , Cancer , Leo , Virgo , wisdom , travel , quick thinker , business minded , generous , fun-loving , faithful , romantic , consciousness in money , prestige , illusion , irresponsibility , power , obsession , fear , glamour and foreign investments.

🌱 : Song For You :

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Your Future Spouse POSITIVE TRAITS

caring

giving

well mannered

harmonious

conscientious

humanitarian

supportive

artistic

kind

fair

protective

romantic

balanced

nurturing

Your Future Spouse POSSIBLE NEGATIVE TRAITS

too passive

worrisome

self-righteous

emotionally needy

stiff

overly idealistic

whining

Reading for your Future Spouse

For some reason my dear pile 2 you wanted to choose pile 1,so here let's dig your reading.i see someone who likes to inspire others by creating things from small things.They are independent and entrepreneurial skills, they can make great success in leadership roles.This is someone who develop their strong will to overcome the challenges of their life during in early years.They may be gifted or may love to do arts,dancing,studying languages and science since they were young(they maybe intellegent as well).This is someone who is kind and other people might take it for granted or may use them for their own desires and when the moment they realize it they tend to be selfish and judmental.They have something on their voice when they're talking like they might have deep or soft voice.They can inspire others through their bright and smart ideas.They may have desire or yearning to help other who are less unfortunate or people who seeking for help.They might own a pet or an animal lover or they want to build a charity for animals.They might like the idea or imagine being hero to someone more often in family members and to their friends(even to you too who pick this pile) and there's possibility that your FS might have 2 jobs . They may like to travel often. They like dancing,music and poetry or even acting(a celebrity?).They are successful and their success may come from meeting new people who inspire them.A good communicator they may work in industries where interactions is required.They may have psychic ability or vice versa.They may be foreign or lives away from your home/where you live.For some they may like to stay close to you,to their work and travel together.They really love to travel and there's possibity that you will meet them while they are travelling.Like i said they like the idea of being a hero - so they might save you from loneliness.If your FS is male they may have alot of crush ( like every women they met ) but when they fell inlove to you deeply they spend there whole life to you and will remain faithful.Your FS is someone charming too and may bd good at mathematics.They want someone who can love them unconditionally ( if not they lose interest in love/ relationship ),they like to explore whether it's different and new for them.They may love to read books, writing journals,fixing schedule etc or reading postive books about love change their perspective.Your FS is really truthful person and don't want to ignore their responsibilities.They may sport or likes to play sport,your FS may work on military,on goverment sectors,politics,law(lawyer/ attorney), even in medical field or even a influencer/vlogger.A family oriented person who are devoted to their home life and family.They may own a business too.

🌱 : Extra messages: Fire sign/element(Aries,Leo,Sagittarius) , Water signs/element(Cancer,Scorpio,Pisces) , Taurus , Virgo ,Gemini , independent , determination , negotiation , balance , influence , school , money and worth , bright , curious , pessimistic , sefish , achieve , goals , career change at 39 to 52yrs old , communication , intelligent , warm , friendly , adventurer , chance , and gamble.

🌱 : Song For You ;

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Your Future Spouse POSITIVE TRAITS

intuitive

perceptive

gifted

supernatural

sensitive

emotionally intelligent

Your Future Spouse POSSIBLE NEGATIVE TRAITS

anxious

overly worried

unfocused

stressed

Reading for your FUTURE SPOUSE

Right off the bat i'm getting someone who is genius as the same time a millionaire(if not financially stable) that may come from inheretance/gift/hardwork but they have some fears like everyone do,they fear of not having enough money, fear in failure , fear of being abandoned and left alone .There's something about their family or your family.They can be stubborn.Wow,this person is really successful and they attract riches.They may suffer to anxiety due to think they're not enough/have not enough.This is someone who can fulfill all of their dreams.They remain responsible to work for their family.This is someone who is really talented and may change position/profression more often,like they got the higher position in their work then suddenly they want to resign and start a new work.They want to leave where is there birth place / home town or vice versa, then travel alot and become independent.I see someone who likes to teach so they may work as teacher/professor or bussiness wo/man.This is someone who is fully developed intuition , clever who has fast reaction.Through travelling they may want to revive their minds and may gain inspiration to it.This is someone curious and has desire for more knowledge.They may be famous as well ( in community standard not a celeb ) , they celebrate there birthday happily and cheerfully and many visitors.They can be good at public speaking and they're really friendly that even in short period of time thay can make friends.Often invited as VIP- when they're invited in large gatherings/event . For some reason you will be friends that turns to lovers,your fs is attracted to someone who have the same views as them,loving, creative, adventurous people.

🌱 : Extra Messages : January 1 ,Earth Signs (Taurus,Virgo, Capricorn) , Aries , Leo , wisdom , potential , power , leadership , noble , failure , challenges , teach/learn , opportunity , mastery , affairs , one night stand , 5-7yrs , balance , smoothly , stability , and suffer

🌱 : Song For You :

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Your Future Spouse POSSITIVE TRAITS

strong-willed

rebellious

self-reliant

assertive

ambitious

decisive

original

strong

Your Future.Spouse POSSIBLE NEGATIVE TRAITS

aggressive

boastful

selfish

domineering

arrogant

impulsive

intimidating

self centered

Reading for your FUTURE SPOUSE

This is the shortest pile in this reading and finally my dear pile 4 let's get in to your reading.Right off the bat i see your FS might be a good thinker and a fast learner.If your FS is feminine they may have emotional problems because of their family and worries but may help there husband or encourage them to join in family bussiness and if this is masculine they willing to sacrifice everything for the future of his child and gave them good education.This is someone who is intellegent and may knows your motives before you say or do it.They might be a loner; a bit introverted and somehow act weird or strange but tend to be very good and loyal friend.They may have problems regarding to their health because of mistrust to doctors(like don't want to consult to a doctor).and I see this person have good judgement and positive attitude and that's all your reading my dear pile 4.

🌱 : Extra Messages : Air Signs(Libra , Aquarius , Gemini ) , 333 , financial obligation , resist to change , wise , business associate , doctors or healers , and teachers , magnetic personality , greater , jealousy , gossip , unrealiable friends

🌱 : Song for you ;

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[mostly-marvel-musings]

omg i have been MIA for so long!! how are u?

also, if u are taking any requests what about CEO chris hemsworth x reader with age gap?

CEO

A/N: This gif is so unfair…just 🫠 @agustdowney I’m well, darling! Hope you enjoy this!

Pairing: CEO! Chris Hemsworth x F! Reader

Warnings: 18+ significant age gap (10 years maybe?) smut & fluff.

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Bleary.

If you could sum up your current state in a word, that would be it. A dull but pounding headache was one of the first things you felt as you roused from sleep, along with a wave of nausea.

Sheets crumpled between your bare legs, you untangled them in a hurry to bolt towards the bathroom to empty your stomach, that instant pang of regret for having one too many drinks last night.

What you later registered was the dull, fading ache between your legs and the sore spots against your skin which in the mirror revealed dark, bruised hickeys along your neck and a couple on the inside of your thigh.

Last night.

Or rather little bits of it were coming back to you, the bar your friend dragged you to, the handsome stranger you met while getting your drinks, a casual conversation that turned into heavy flirting.

“Can I buy you a drink?”

“Can I buy you a new pick up line?”

Your snarky revert reached Chris’s ears before he saw you rolling your eyes at the stranger who had decided to hit on you at the bar.

His chuckle made you turn to him and lock eyes, the bluest of the blue and the kindest you had ever seen before you shamelessly checked him out, the man was gorgeous.

“You don’t have a go to line, do you?”

“Nope. Never needed one to be honest.” His baritone was enough to send butterflies fluttering in your stomach even with the loud music that blasted through the speakers. The man was kinda cocky, but there was something about him, you had to admit.

“Oh he’s humble.” You giggled, watching his eyes crinkle in the corners.

One thing led to another as the conversation flowed along with drinks, the chemistry was palpable, almost electric as the two of you talked through the night.

The next thing you vaguely remembered was stumbling inside your apartment, knocking the furniture over as Chris carried you in, his lips attached to your neck while ridding you of your clothes in a hurry.

When you made it to your dimly lit bedroom, your eyes shamelessly raked over his physique after unbuttoning his shirt.

The man was surely built by the Gods, a perfectly toned chest that led down to his chiseled abdomen, further down his happy trail and boxer covered manhood.

He was sly enough to put on a show for you, peeling his shirt off of his shoulders to display his arms that were easily the size of your thighs.

Strong and ripped, the veins that popped up were enough to make you clench your thighs together, your mind already wandering places fuelled with the potent mix of alcohol running through your system, clouding your rational thoughts.

All of that wandering turned into a reality as Chris crawled up your body, holding the back of your knees as his bristly beard brushed against your thighs, creating a delicious friction as his mouth approached your clothed cover.

It took you a beat to register what he was doing as your panties were slid aside to expose your moist core.

With a slight nudge of his nose, he pushed your clit hood upward, his tongue peeking out just a little before the sound of your panties ripping into shreds next caused you to yelp and giggle drunkenly.

Chris attacked your cunt like a starved man, holding your legs apart while his tongue lay flat against your folds, teasing and coaxing them open before plunging inside, letting out a grunt of approval as you writhed beneath him, fingers twisted in his short, deep blonde hair.

Your mouth opened willingly as he silently commanded you to suck on his fingers, his smirk disappeared between your legs when you obeyed like a good girl.

“Dear Gods above, don’t stop!” You moaned, back arching off the bed as that wicked tongue circled over your bundle of nerves while he pushed his thick fingers inside your tight heat, murmuring how good you felt as your warmth swallowed them.

In a haze of alcohol and pleasure that coursed through your veins, you came as he added a third digit, curling them over your spot that sent you over the edge.

Your body shuddered as the aftershocks wracked through, a warm flush spread across your skin as your ragged breathing continued, legs almost clamping shut at the sensitivity as you felt him litter your skin with angry, red marks that were sure to turn sore tomorrow.

As he crawled up your body, littering small kisses all over, sleep and exhaustion tugged at your eyelids, the drowsiness that followed had you pass out before you could comprehend.

Chris chuckled to himself as you began snoring lightly, covering you up with a blanket laying on his side, gazing at you as you slept.

Chris.

You hadn’t bothered to register his last name before the two of had stumbled home in the wee hours of the night.

Peeking out of your bathroom door, you caught him sitting up in your bed and stretching. The taut muscles in his back flexing in the most delicious way as he stood up and shrugged on his shirt from the night before.

“You know, we’re in your apartment. You don’t have to act like a little spy.”

He smirked looking over his shoulder, clearly aware of your shameless staring. The way his voice was deeper in baritone in the mornings was enough to fluster you, along with his towering and slightly intimidating presence in your tiny apartment.

The guy could be well out of your league, you thought. Morning afters had the habit of giving a reality check like nothing else.

“You should be illegal.” You blurted out before you could stop yourself, regretting it as his smug grin widened, he was clearly enjoying himself.

“Did you uh—I mean, did we have—”

“Sex? No. We would have, but you were snoring away happily after I went to town on you. Anyway, I wouldn’t have tried anything. I would very much have you screaming my name when you’re in your senses.”

The memory of his tongue working wonders on you came rushing back albeit hazy as your thighs pressed together at the mention.

The smug bastard.

Chris swiftly moved to your kitchen, curiosity asking you to follow him to find him reach for a glass of water and some pills for your headache.

“I trust your head is killing you?”

“Why thanks, it is.” You sassed back, doing a rather poor job of it but willingly accepting them from him.

“Rest up. You need it.”

He ordered you around with a certain undeniable authority, leaving you at a loss for words as he casually wandered around your space, making himself comfortable on your couch.

He wasn’t wrong, you needed sleep to recover. Especially when you had an interview to prep for later in the evening. That was in a couple of hours as your eyes landed on the clock on your wall.

“I’m screwed.”

“Excuse me?”

“No! I mean, I—I have a job interview later today, its for this big company and I do not have the time to prepare for it. I’m so gonna blow my chances of getting through this one. Why do I do this?”

You cursed under your breath, massaging your temples as you muttered mostly to yourself, missing the fact that Chris was buttoning up his shirt, ready to leave.

“I’m sure you’ll nail it. You’re better than you give yourself credit for.”

You walked him out after throwing on an old t-shirt and a pair of shorts, for lack of a better option. A part of you wanted him to stay for breakfast, but mostly you reminded yourself that this was just a one night stand, probably leading nowhere.

“Good luck. It was very nice meeting you, Miss (Y/L/N). I guess I’ll see you around.” He winked, squeezing your shoulder and pressing a quick kiss to your cheek before disappearing behind the door.

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Your computer was set up for the interview, thankfully it was virtual one, a quick chat with your head hunter before you would be connected to the HR and finally the CEO of the company.

Fixing your hair one last time, your feet tapped against the chair as the meeting proceeded. They seemed happy with you and you were pretty confident as the time passed. It was finally time for a quick introduction with the CEO and the nerves kicked in once more.

The screen revealed the back of an office chair, a plush, dark leather one before it swivelled to reveal the man himself, dressed in a crisp grey suit and the signature smirk as he turned to look at you.

Chris.

It was beyond a shock at this point, your brain forgot how to function and you had to struggle to keep your eyes from widening and to not let the situation horrify you. 

You were hoping the internet would glitch at some point and it would spare you the horror and embarrassment about the fact that you had spent the night with this very man who would now decide your fate in the company.

You were definitely screwed.

“Miss (Y/L/N). We’ve met sooner than I thought we would.”

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[slavicafire]

Do you know any methods for getting rid of curses that don't need many items to do? I have worked through every mundane explanation and potential solution for my bad luck that's been haunting me all year, and yet the troubles still follow me. I'm limited in what items I can use because I'd prefer to do any magic without my housemates noticing. If you have any suggestions that may help, I would be most thankful

if you do believe your bad luck to be a curse, ask yourself: why did I get cursed? by who? for what? how is it that my bad luck manifests? finding an answer to those - even if vague, unsure, just a hunch - will help you find peace from the curse.

based on typical slavic folk magical thinking, the three simplest ways would be:

find a danewort (sambucus ebulus, or other sambucus plant native to your region) an oak tree, or a birch tree, with at least one branch long and low enough so that it can be pulled down to the ground. secure it with a rock or have someone hold it, and pass through the 'gate' that this branch creates, cleansing yourself from the evil weighing you down. do so three times for good measure. the plant and the earth will take what troubles you and you will be free from it.

'scare' the curse away either by noise or by complete silence - those, of course, have to be ritual in nature, which means that they have to be consciously removed from everyday life (unusual, separate) and intense (violent, shocking, cathartic). for noise, if you live in an urban area, use it to your advantage: find a construction site, for example, which makes a lot of noise, or stand by the train tracks at a safe yet close enough distance so that the noise of the train is very sudden and loud, even a bit too much to bear. let this sudden noise - which even you find personally upsetting - disrupt the roots that the curse took within you. to make a very typical urban area ritual you must behave in a ritual way: for example, make sure you don't speak or lock eyes with anyone on your way there and back. or wear clothes that are very unusual yet meaningful: all black, or all white, or red. for silence, when you're home alone, dance in absolute silence - no music, no sounds that you are consciously making - and dance wildly, and feel yourself disconnecting from your everyday self, confusing the evil that no longer knows who - or what? - it was attached to. bonus points for dancing fully naked, or with a quickly put-together handmade mask concealing your face.

take a sharp metal object - my recommendation would always be scissors! - and for three nights in a row repeat a very simple ritual: before bed, place the object in the middle of the room and jump over it. then, put it under your bed and sleep as you normally would. after doing this for three nights, cleanse the object with fire - simply a match or a candle or a lighter will be enough, just pass it over the flame, doesn't have to touch it - and return the object to its usual spot.

you can pick one, you can do all three, see what feels alright. and best of luck!

#curse conversations

[bridgyrose]

How would you portray if cinder fell to the Ever After either with or without neo? Does she go down a villainous path still?

(If you know me well enough, you know I think Cinder will get worse before getting better, so... here's a small part of how I think things would go down for her with the Ever After fucking with her a bit)

Cinder picked herself up as she panted, eye burning in flame as she looked around the desolate land around her. The acre of the Ever After she found herself in looked much like where Evernight Castle was situated, but she knew she wasnt on Remnant anymore. No, she was in a place similar to “The Girl who Fell Through the World”, a book she had stolen from one of her stepsisters when she was younger. If she was still that kid, being in a place like this would’ve been like a dream come true. A land where she didnt have to worry about the Madame or her daughters, no longer having to worry about wearing that damned shock collar or doing the chores around the hotel. But now, all it was now was a reminder of her failure to get the scepter and the maiden powers from Winter. 

A loud, roar-like yell left her lips as she released her anger, the flame in her eye dying down once she was finished. Her arm shook as she tried to collect herself to find a way out. Afterall, if there was a way in, there was a way out.  Then, it dawned on her: if she was here, then Ruby and her friends were here too. A second chance to finally rid herself of Ruby. And this time, she could kill her right here without Salem ever finding out. 

A grin crossed Cinder’s lips as she finally calmed herself, and she started to make her way through the acre to find someone… anyone… that had seen Ruby or any of her friends. She paused for a moment as she watched a shooting star streak across the sky, her grin fading for a moment as another realization struck. Neo would be here too and would try to kill her again if she saw her. Not that she worried too much. Neo was nothing special compared to other huntsmen. Formidable on her own, but with the maiden powers at her disposal and no reason to keep Neo alive… she was certainly just another loose end to tie up. 

No, the only worry she had was whether or not there was a way out of here. Just because there was a doorway in didnt mean there was a doorway out, and killing Ruby too quickly would mean possibly losing a lead to getting out of here. Especially if the large tree in the distance wasnt the way out she thought it’d be. Ruby was a pain, but she certainly was useful when you needed it. 

Cinder finally started to walk again as she tried to clear her head once more, making her way towards the tree. That is, until she spotted Neo fighting off a strange creature. She took cover to watch from a distance, pausing for a moment when she saw Neo use her semblance and create a small army of herself. A small issue, nothing she couldnt get past, but something that could be useful. And all she had to do was follow quietly and wait.

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Cinder took quiet steps as she followed behind Ruby and her friends, waiting for the right moment to strike. It had taken a while to track them down, and even longer to get close enough to see that Ruby wasnt alone. And then there was that cat. That damned cat. It had found her first, followed her for what felt like days as she walked from acre to acre, only to leave her when it realized it couldnt change her heart, and now, it seemed glued to Ruby’s side. Though, the longer she watched the cat, the more she felt that something wasnt right with the way it seemed to be leading Ruby and her friends. It wasnt something she should’ve cared about, she wanted Ruby gone anyway, but after having met the cat, listened to it, watched it drag Ruby and her friends along from acre to acre, that cat was planning to use Ruby for something. 

Even so, she still followed Ruby in the hopes that she could catch her alone and get rid of her once and for all. And it was well worth the wait. She watched as the cat left Ruby’s side in the market, finally making her an easy target. Or at least as easy of a target as someone could be in a crowded market. There were still plenty of prying eyes watching her, and even if none of them helped, there would still be enough people to point to her direction. 

Instead, Cinder kept following, creating a small blade out of flame as she made her way closer to Ruby. She shuffled through a crowd of people as they got between her and Ruby… and then Ruby was gone as if she’d vanished in thin air. In fact, everyone seemed to be gone around her as she found herself walking through what looked like a blacksmith’s shop, the sound of hammering echoing around her. 

“Seems like you’re not ready to be her,” a voice echoed through the shop as the sound of a hammer striking steel continued. “And yet, you still managed to find your way here. Seems like you’ve got a lot going on.” 

“Who’s there?” Cinder asked angrily, fire practically spewing from her fingertips. 

“Just someone who can help remake you,” the voice continued. “Give you a new life to experience.” 

Cinder scoffed and turned to leave the shop, pausing when she saw a pair of familiar swords on the wall. She frowned as she picked one up, looking it over and seeing Rhodes’ reflection in the steel. “Is this some kind of joke?” 

The hammering of metal stopped as silence permeated the air. Seconds turned into minutes as Cinder waited for an answer, her eyes practically glued to the swords in front of her. Finally, she pulled away and walked out of the shop and to an empty street devoid of any of the denizens that were there before. There was still no sign of Ruby, but it was clear that she had missed something as signs of that strange creature had been here. She let out a fierce growl, slamming her hand against a table that had barely been standing. 

Thunder clashed above her as the sky started to darken. Rain fell swiftly down onto her as the flames along her fingertips started to douse away. For a brief moment, she had felt lost, unsure of herself. But as the rain pounded over her, her eyes caught the footsteps of the creature she had seen before. The longer she followed those steps, the more they seemed to change until all that were left were human tracks. And once again, she had her path as the rain started to let up. 

If Neo was after Ruby, then Neo would lead her straight to where she needed to be.

#rwby #drabbles #cinder fall

[webraciszekbastion]

hello there, can i request a cup of coffee and a chocolate cookie for vivia twilight and a (preferably male, if that’s okay) artist! reader? maybe reader always has paint stains on their skin/face/clothes and/or draws vivia often? have a good day, i love your writing!

Of course ! Thank you very much for these kind words. Honestly, I had plans for something similar involving the Rain Code characters. So I already had a few ideas and I hope you like it and thx for nice

parring: Vivia Twilight x male!artist!Reader

You met Vivia quite eccentrically. Vivia was tunneling back to the headquarters through one of the underground tunnels, where he spotted you. You were all in farbia and completely absorbed in your world.

Vivia approached you, watching you create a painting on the walls. You didn't realize that while you were painting, Vivia was handing you all the paint, brushes, rollers and other things you needed. Only when you finished did Vivia make his presence known with a long sigh of admiration.

Viva always likes to see you when your skin and clothes are stained with paint or colored chalk. You are so colorful, bright, joyful and full of life. Vivia can't explain, but it draws him to you.

When you pull off your T-shirt, Vivia plays, running his fingers over your body. He connects colored spots of paint, like in a game of "connect the dots." He knows you're ticklish and he does it on purpose. Your smile, your laughter are beautiful not to listen to it. It is like medicine for Vivia's eyes and ears.

Vivia is your go-to model for any occasion. He carries your portfolio of work, your paintings and all your art equipment. When you're in college and don't have something to work with, let Vivia know. He will bring everything to you.(He will scare a few lecturers when he ask where you have classes, but the most important thing is that your boyfriend brought you extra canvases.)

During your trip to the city, you are sure to make at least a few drawings and sketches of Vivia. When you wait for food, when you ride the bus or subway, when Vivia picks out a book. Every element of your day together will be immortalized in your sketchbook.(For a month you have already collected seven sketchbooks with the very drawings and sketches on which Vivia is.)

Vivia loves to take part in your attempts at new kinds of art. She especially remembers the day when, you wanted to try Bodypainting. Sitting motionless in just boxers was no problem for Vivia. For him it is important that he sees you at work, can feel your touch and look at your beautiful person. Your idea of making his body into an ocean, and painting his neck with his face, as an island of trash, he thought was an interesting interpretation and idea.(The beautiful blue that showed how much Vivia was worth to you, and the distorted gray on his face, all negative thoughts about himself. You were the only one who saw the blue in him, and in that moment Vivia loved you even more.)

When it was Vivia's turn. The man painted your whole body white. When he was finished, he tired to do, small letters from which short sentences were formed. Viva made you a living page of a book. Quite for a simple reason. Everyone knows that Vivia's favorite thing in this world is books.(Phrases like "My favorite", "Kanai Ward's ray", "Colorful plush", "Wants to live for my boyfriend" were formed on your body. Because of this, you didn't want to wash the paint off yourself.)

Moments such as combing through hair to get rid of chalk dust. Peeling stained skin from various mixtures. Washing off stains of paint, ink and graphite with your thumb. Others looked at you with distaste or embarrassment. Vivia, on the other hand, says you look adorable when you do this.

You know your boyfriend. That's why you know he's definitely sitting inside the fireplace at the agency. That's why, when he stays with you overnight, you give him massages. Viva never complains of pains or fatigue, but he will never deny himself this pleasure.(Of course, your cuddles don't end there. Vivia wants you as close as possible.)

Seeing your sadness and tears, Vivia is by your side and does everything to make you feel better. Without your smile, the city starts to rain again, it becomes sad and returns to that depressed state before Vivia met you.

In his contacts, he has fastened you as "Follower of Atua." Several times you asked about the meaning of this nickname, but each time Vivia smiled and said it was nothing.

When you are in a drawing trance, there is no contact with you. Vivia's favorite activity at the moment, is watching you and feeding you snacks. It's surprising to him that you don't even know you're eating but look like a hamster with full cheeks, and Vivia likes it.

You once stung him with a sand animation screening. You painted every important moment with Vivia. Sand perfectly showed, the transience and passing of moments, but Vivia enjoyed your show more and the moments together that will come in the future.

#master detective archives x reader #master detective archives: rain code #rain code #vivia twilight x reader #vivia twilight #rain code vivia #Vivia Twilight

[theuntitledduser]

New world au

It was another night at the mall but something is different because we weren’t in the mall?

Bugertron wakes up and tries to jump down from his cubby only to realize he is in a box?

The burger was confused about why he is in this box and then tried to kick the box in an effort to get out but from all that noise he was making this wakes up the other lost bots (don’t ask why they’re in the same box)

And tells them about the situation they’re in luckily Bonz eye has her sword and was about to slice the box open but some of the lost bots where a little hesitant about this because of what’s on the other side but after a few eye contacts they decided to do it anyways but before Bonz eye could slice the box something else poked holes in the box then going down making a 

narrow slice & created a big enough opening where the lost bots saw other botbots gathered around them in curiosity but before they could say anything a fork was pointed close to them but before the bot could do anything a voiced from the crowd called out getting closer 

?:Kam! your scaring the new bots,stop pointing that fork infront of them & give them some space

she said in a strict & demanding tone,the aquaflask backed up to give them space but still glaring angrily at them 

?: i’m really sorry about her behavior she’s usually like that to alot of new things,did she hurt you guys ,again i’m really sorry said a cauldron named Nixy mix said to the lost bots “

Bugertron:No it’s okay we understand,we just appeared suddenly am i right? *ackward laugh* 

Nixy mix:…………

Bugertron:…………

Nix:uh- anyways how about i show you around huh that sounds fun right

Lost bot: sure! 

*after walking the new mall for a while* 

*Clogstopper spots a red colored bottle that has been left on the ground*

Clogstopper: *picks up mysterious red bottle and drinks it* this taste kinda spicy 

Dimlit:what’s that Clogstopper?

Clogstopper:something i just found on the floor *puts it on top of his head for later*

*they walked for a couple of more minutes*

Nixy:anyways that’s all you need to know about the way this mall works and also i forgot to mention *serious tone* Don’t you ever open the drain inside the water fountain

Nix:okay bye! Also be careful especially since there’s three security guards here *innocently walks away*

Bugertron: okay bye- WHAT more flesh beings!?-

*before Bugertron could continue talking a big rumble was felt all around the mall strong enough that it could make you fall, and then stops a few seconds later*

*lost bots in shock and concerned*

Kikmee: *shocked*What was that!

Bugertron: I don’t know either 

Bonz eye: guys the important thing is that we are okay

Bugertron:yeah let’s just try to find the lost & found here and go to sleep it’s almost morning 

*the lost bots were able to find one and luckily there seems to be no disturbance and trouble for the rest of the night*

*Few nights later there was a party with the new and old mall bots everybot was having fun & some were even swimming in the water fountain and some were diving*

Bot 1 *sees the drain of the water fountain*:Hey! Let’s try to get that drain first wins

Bot 2: okay but wouldn’t that get rid of the water and we can’t play anymore

Bot 1:yeah but the custodial crew can always fill it up again in no time and we can play again unless you’re to much of a scaredy cat? 

Bot 2: what!? I’m not a scaredy cat,it’s on!

Bot 1: yeah that’s the spirit! Besides what could go wrong?

*and they dive in trying to pull the drain ignorantly swimming pass a sigh written down “DANGER-DON’T PULL DRAIN”*

*Meanwhile with the lost bots and Nix*

Bugertron:hey i forgot to ask but why are we not allowed to pull the drain at the water fountain?

Nix: Oh! I don’t really know when we came alive it was already there we just followed it because who knows what could happe-

Bot 2: AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!! HELP ME!

*the lost bots & Nix looked behind them to see something horrifying*

*bots were running things were knocked over everything was a disaster and in the middle of it all was a massive red octopus like creature which was dripping in red goo in front of them but before they knew it, it swallowed everything & everybot in sight including the lost bots……………is it….already the end of this story? Is this the twist you the viewers expecting? Is this miserable moment for us interesting enough for you? Was this all worth it? Will this how Untitled’s first au go? Because for me it’s not…hit the light!

*inside the stomach of the monster a lamp bot open their lights to see their surroundings aswell for others to see it too bots were stressed,worried,crying,questioning their short yet fufilling lives the lost bots aswell looked like they were about to lose hope aswell*

*the lost bots were sitting close to each other for comfort and Clogstopper was seating next to a crying bot with somebot else one the other side comforting them Clogstopper wanted to cheer the bot up too so he grabbed something from the top of his head, it was the red bottle from earlier he opens it up and tries giving it to the crying bot*

Clogstopper:umm i may not know you but i want to give you this *shows the red bottle* here i hope this makes feel better *Clogstopper said with a comforting voice*

Bot 1: *in a teary voice with the feelings of regret and little bit of anger* THAT BOTTLE IS NOT GOING TO MAKE ANYTHING BETTER *aggresively shoves the bottle out of Clogstopper’s hands onto the floor of the monster’s stomach with th liquid in the bottle oozing out*

*Suddenly the monster stopped all and held its stomach tight out of pain when the bottle containing the liquid turned it said “WARNING-SUPER SPICY SAUCE,DO NOT DRINK,TEST PURPOSES ONLY,SUBJECT FAIL” the monster stomach started to burn it that the monster started to cough it out hard to remove the unfamiliar substance in the process spitting out the bots out the monster started to have hard time dropping to the ground slowly and melting covering everybot with red substance everyone was in shock but suddenly started clapping realizing they defeated the monster claps turned into cheer turning to hugs and handshakes turning to tears of happiness

*a few days later the bots collected all the monster residue into bags bringing it to the kind of abondoned part of the mall like the dark side of the mall version when a bot said when throwing one of the bags “hey come on let’s go the celebration of defeating that monster is about to start” “Okay coming wait up!” As they go the screen focuses on a group of mysterious bots hiding in the shadows*

?: boss what do we do now? they somehow defeated Ozily spoky, we really thought this could work-

?:Silence *chuckles* when the time comes we’ll strike again 

The end………for now

#just a thought #tf botbots #ramblerambleramble #transformerbotbots #botbots #new world au #I did it! Whoo hoo! #someone clap in the comments👏👏👏

[imagine-a-fictional-boyfriend]

All Things End, Part 4

Fic Summary: William Thurber is left to pick up the pieces of his nightmare. Reader is a sensitive - a psychic - with knowledge of otherworldly things, and has been drawn to help William.

Characters: William Thurber, Sensitive/Psychic!Reader (F)  

Words: 1.9k

WARNINGS: use of religious language, disposing of a gun, mention of killing

Masterlist ~ Part 3

(moodboard images found on Google and Picsart x, x, but the William pic found on IG but I think it's been taken down because I can't find it anymore. Please let me know if you are the creator and would like anything removed)  

You had William’s gun concealed in your bag, but knowing that it was there made it seem like it was burning a hole in the worn leather. Like there would be someone just waiting to ask you what you had in your bag. You needed to get rid of it quickly and discreetly.

You knew there was a small lake nearby, and a slow river that flowed around the town. You’d seen it as you came in, but it was more like a stream. You were going to toss the gun the lake. It would be too easy for someone, maybe even a child, to find the gun by accident in the river. And you didn’t want anyone harmed from what was happening right now. Too many souls had already been lost.

It was still early in the morning, the sun still had a long way to go. Most folk were still inside, enjoying the peace of a new day – a luxury that you and William didn’t have. Hopefully no one would see what you were doing, or would be able to say for certain that it was you that they saw.

You took hurried steps when you were farther away from public eyes and when you came to the lake, you went to the furthest spot away from the path as you could. You looked around for anyone, but didn’t see a soul.

You let out a shaky breath and reached into your bag. You looked around once more before you pulled out William’s gun. You wound your arm behind your head and then threw the pistol as far as you could. You watched it sail in the air before it splashed into the serene water, causing ripples to flow outwards from where it landed.

You held your breath for a moment, listening for any sounds at all, but there was nothing. You blew out your breath, touched up your hair and turned to head back into town.

***

William had let himself shed a few tears after you had left, reminded of everything that had happened when you mentioned that the police had discovered his house. He had killed Rebecca. She had killed James. William buried their bodies, or what was left of them. He had also killed Joe. He thought he would need to kill others. And maybe even-

William went to the bathroom to splash cold water on his face before he could finish the thought. He stared hard at his reflection. Things were going to be okay. You had come to help him. You seemed to know what you were dealing with. Things were going to be okay. He sighed deeply and picked up a towel to dry his face, then left the washroom.

His horrible sketches still lay scattered on the floor and on the desk. The sketch of you felt like it was burning a hole in his pocket. He took it out and tried to flatted out the crumpled page to look at it.

It was a simple sketch, really. But he had captured the curves of your neck, your shoulder peeking out from the covers, your tresses across the pillow, and the daintiness of your eyelashes against your cheek. It captured your beauty with just a few lines. William wondered why he had drawn you... He folded the paper up instead of crumpling it again, and placed it back in the pocket of his trousers.

He collected all of the sketches that he had no memory of creating. He almost threw them out, but decided that there might be some meaning behind them. He put them all in the single desk drawer, so they were out of the way, even though part of his mind told him to burn them in the same way he had burned those paintings. With your help, that was.

But even though you had seen his drawings, they didn’t seem to have had the effect on you that Pickman’s work had on Rebecca or Joe. You had fainted indeed, but you told him it was because of a vision. And he trusted you, for whatever reason, and knew you were telling him the truth.

His body ached when he closed the drawer, and William remembered that he hadn’t gotten much sleep, and the little sleep that he had gotten was slumped over the desk. The bed looked particularly enticing, and he couldn’t resist. He went to the side opposite to where you had slept, and kicked off his shoes and pulled off his jacket. The last time William had slept in his clothes had been in art school, staying up to finish assignments, and he decided he’d be more comfortable without them. He stripped down to his undershirt and underwear, folded his clothes, and lay them on the dresser. He pulled back the covers and slipped into the bed.

William fell asleep as soon as his head hit the pillow, the faint smell of you still wrapped up in the sheets.

***

You picked up some pastries from a bakery and headed back to the building in which you had rented your room. You were nervous to see if William had done as you asked and remained in the room. You wondered if some of this fear stemmed from other people in your life abandoning you...

You unlocked the door and opened it, and were relieved and heart-warmed to see William lying under the covers of the bed.

His face was peaceful, and it made you feel better. You quietly set the pastries down on the desk and noticed that William had cleaned up all of his sketches. You felt a dark energy coming from inside the desk, and opened the drawer to find that William had put all of the sketches in there. You felt like you heard the demons and beasts cackling at you, but no visions took hold of you.

You closed the drawer and sat in the chair by the window. You pulled your journal out of your bag and let the bag rest on the floor. You opened your journal to where you had left your pen. You wrote down everything you remembered from these visions in this journal. You still needed to document what you saw from this morning, so you set to work on that.

***

William felt much better when he woke up. The sun hadn’t filled the room, which he found odd. He turned and saw that you were back and had drawn the curtains to keep the room from getting too bright.

You were sitting with your back to him at the desk. A reverse of what happened when you woke up, William imagined. But you were awake, reading something from a leather-bound book in the light of the desk lamp.

“You’re back.” He said, tone laced with wonder.

You startled a little, and closed your book as you turned back to look at him. “I’m glad you got some sleep.” You gave him a soft smile.

“How long have you been back?” He sat up and ran a hand through his hair.

“A few hours.”

“You should have woken me.”

“I wouldn’t dare! You needed the rest.”

He looked down with a smile. “Well, thank you.”

“And I’m sure you’re hungry. I got some pastries. I can make some tea, if you’d like, as well.” You stood up.

“You don’t have to,” William said, looking up at you again.

“I don’t mind.” You were already moving over to the little stove. You filled the kettle in the bathroom and William got out of bed to put his clothes back on.

“Oh, sorry. I didn’t mean to intrude.” You said when you came back in. William was almost done, just buttoning up his shirt.

“You didn’t. Anyway, you’ve seen me naked.” He gave you a little smirk.

Your cheeks filled with colour, and William chuckled light-heartedly. “It still doesn’t mean I should invade your privacy.” You said, looking down.

William said your name, and your eyes met his. “You didn’t invade my privacy. I’m sorry that I wasn’t dressed.”

“It’s okay.” There was still a beautiful flush on your face.

“I’m really truly a gentleman, under normal circumstances.”

That earned him a laugh. “I’m sure you are.” You said, setting the kettle on the burner and turning it on.

William sat down at the small table in the corner of the room. You brought over the pastries for him, and then poured him a cup of tea when that was ready, too. William felt warmth spread in his chest at your kindness. Rebecca hadn’t done little things like this him for a long time... understandably, since James was born, their son became her priority. But William felt good... he felt special to be treated this way by you.

You sat down in the other chair and reached over for a Danish. William placed his hand over yours before you could pull it away. You looked up at him in surprise. “Did you want this one?” You asked.

William grinned. “No. I just wanted to say thank you.”

You looked like you were trying to fight a smile. “You’re welcome.” You said softly.

William released your hand, and picked up a croissant for himself. “Truly. I’m sure you’ve put your life on hold, I’m not even sure how far you’ve travelled. You’ve probably left your loved ones behind to help a stranger.”

Your face fell at the last sentiment, your hand pausing halfway to your mouth. You put your Danish down and he watched you swallow thickly. Your eyes looked watery.

“What’s wrong?” William asked, abandoning his food and leaning toward you.

“It’s nothing.” You said, though you were clearly lying.

“I didn’t mean to upset you.” William said, heart aching in his chest at your sudden shift in demeanor.

“I know you didn’t. It’s okay.” You hastily wiped at a tear that fell down your cheek.

“It doesn’t seem like it.” William pushed gently. “If you like, we can talk about it.”

“It’s my burden.” You said, and a few more tears slid down your cheeks. “I don’t have any family waiting for me. There’s no one for me.”

William’s eyebrows drew together in confusion. “Surely, there’s-”

You shook your head and stared hard into his eyes, and he stopped speaking. “My family disowned me after I told them about my abilities. They don’t think it’s a gift from God. They think something is wrong with me. I’ve been on my own since I was sixteen.”

William’s heart broke for you. That was terrible. He didn’t know what to say.

“I’m twenty-five now, William. I’ve been on my own, all alone for nearly a decade.” You sniffled. “My own parents abandoned me. They gave me some cash and left me at a train station. They never want to see me again.”

He wanted to comfort you, but he didn’t know how. He said your name gently. “I’m so sorry.”

You wiped your eyes and straightened your back. You sniffled one last time. “It’s in the past. I know I’m doing God’s work. I’ve helped others. And now I’m here to help you. So, don’t worry about me.” There was a finality in your tone, and William didn’t dare speak.

You picked up your tea and moved back to the desk. You opened your leather journal and William sullenly ate the rest of his food in silence.

~

Author's note: I hope you liked learning a bit about the reader! And I hoped you liked this chapter. I was pretty pumped after getting into this story again and got this chapter out pretty quick, if you ask me! ;)

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Part 5

#all things end #william thurber fanfic #william thurber fic #william thurber moodboard #netflix cabinet of curiosities #cabinet of curiosities fanfic #cabinet of curiosities: pickman's model #pickman's model #guillermo del toro's cabinet of curiosities

[rainydaygt]

Bow-Tied and Tiny

An au I've created where Leo gets shrunk in the middle of New York. This chapter is mostly for introduction purposes, as well as me getting myself back into writing after so long of not writing anything. Hope yall enjoy <3

[I am insane]

“Alriigght, alright, I’ve got it!”

“Say it back to us then,” Mikey demands, “OUT. LOUD.”

Leo scoffed playfully, “One cheese, two pepperoni, and three hawaiian.”

“NO!!!!”

Leon snickered to himself at the memory, silently congratulating himself for managing to get on all three of their nerves at once. It was fun to just antagonize them from time to time. He remembered their orders, of course, he always did.

The mutant hummed a familiar 80’s theme as he rounded a corner and strolled down the sidewalk, heading for the mystic pizza place. All was going well. Leo knew the order, nobody had spotted him, it was nice and dark (as it was, in fact, 1 am), and he was feeling g-

Clink!

Leo stopped moving entirely for a second, eyes darting around to see if anyone had spotted him. Mentally, he was already preparing the science convention-cosplay excuse. Instead of seeing a person, though, he noticed a faint pink twinkle of light coming from an alleyway up ahead. Actually, Leo thought as he walked slowly closer, that’s the alleyway where the mystic pizza place entrance is. 

A smirk spread across his face. What could possibly go wrong with just taking a little peek? He was headed over there anyway. —------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Button hefted the crystalline bowtie into their hands, almost hitting themself in the face with it. They’d expected it to be WAY heavier than it actually was. The bowtie was pink and started to softly glow when they picked it up, only to flashbang them with one very bright and blinding flash a second later. Button flinched and stumbled back a step, hugging the item close to their chest with one arm and rubbing their eyes with their free hand. Damn, it was like the sun itself came and slapped them in the face!

They stepped back a couple times more, shaking their head out quickly to get rid of the pounding in their head. It faded after a couple seconds, but no sooner than it did a laugh sounded from above them.

The borrower whipped around to find what looked to be a giant humanoid turtle in blue ninja gear lowering to a crouch above them. “Ho-hoh, wow, you’re even smaller than-” As the freaky monster started to reach forward, Button sucked in a sharp breath and instinctively pointed the bowtie at him. 

There was another blinding flash, searing pain struck through their entire body, and a scream erupted from both parties at once. 

…

…

…

“ARGH,” Button screamed out in agony, their head feeling as though it had been stabbed into with a metal toothpick. Donnie. Mikey. … Raph. Dad, April- They grabbed their head, not yet noticing the bowtie was now tiny and had fallen to the ground somehow unscathed. Leo’s entire lifetime of memories flooded the borrower’s brain all at once. Leo. That was the mutant turtle’s name. He was on a pizza run for his family. They wanted two pepperoni, two cheese, and one meat lover’s. What? How did they know what a pizza is? 

Raph will be worried.

Donnie might be worried.

Mikey will be beside himself. Splinter will be crushed.

April will not rest.

Leo needed to get  home as soon as possible. He reached for his phone- no, Button reached for Leonardo’s phone.. and, of course, found nothing; because they weren’t Leo.

Donnie’s trackers! Button finally realized they were flat on their back and slowly sat up, blinking away the film over their eyes. While their stomach did a million flips and flops, they took a second to realize how high up they were. Looking down, their stomach felt like it just about lurched into their throat. He- They weren’t high up, they’re huge. Normal. No, HUGE. 

Their brain hurt. They could feel it throbbing painfully in their skull. So many memories all at once, so many feelings that were his and now theirs. They weren’t sure who they were anymore.

Now with his memories, could they be Leo now, too?

Wait.

LEO.

Button blinks once, hard, scanning the alleyway ground and seeing nothing.. Oh, no. Leo must have been shrunk and was now hiding. Through the pain, they got on their hands and knees and peered under a garbage disposal, whispering soft reassurances.

“Leo.. Leo, it’s okay, I won’t grab you. Just come out, we gotta get you h-”

They stopped, their face hardening with sudden realization. They sit up, stopping their search completely.

Without saying another word, Button picked up the now-tiny crystal in front of them and pocketed it whilst getting to their feet. 

The ex-borrower tucked their tail into their pants and pushed their hair over their pointed ears, walking purposely out of the alleyway.

#Rise!Leo #rise!donnie #g/t #giant/tiny #giant #tiny #giant tiny #words from the river #thats my writing tag btw #Bow-Tied and Tiny #rottmnt gt #rise of the tmnt