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igot-sarang-ggg · 6 months

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Recovery (Avdol x f!Reader) SMUT

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WARNINGS: Minors and ageless blogs dni. Sexually explicit content under cut.

( A/n I haven't written SMUT in So long So I'm a bit rusty. But anyways I hope you enjoy)

Small summary: after getting injured during the battle with Hol-Horse and Hanged Man you and Avdol go into hiding in an island until you've both recoverd. But a few nights before at one of the hotels you were staying at things got a little heated between you two and it would be gone further if someone didn't interrupt.

Small mentions: Avdol x f!reader, Avdol being a bit shy, SMUT, 18+, body worship, reader is a stand user but it’s not used

"So how long do we need to stay on this island?" I asked Avdol as he gathered some eggs from his chicken, "Just a few days until Mr. Joestar comes to pick us up. Until then, we both need to recover from our injuries." I got hurt along side Avdol while fighting Hol horse and Hanged Man. "How long was I passed out for?" He placed the basket down. "About a day or two. The Speed Wagon foundation should be dropping by with some more medication for us." He sighed, "In the meantime would you mind helping me make breakfast." I stood up from my spot, "Sure."

We headed back inside and started cooking the eggs. "Have you been able to explore the island yet?" I asked Avdol. he was cutting a banana into small pieces for us both, "I did yesterday with some members of the Speed Wagon. There nothing suspicious here as of yet." I grunted taking in the information he gave me. "So... What do we do now?" I took a bit from the fruit he did the same, "We wait until Mr. Joestar and the others come to get us." The rest of the day Avdol and I cleaned and watched how some of the chickens fought for their food.

Night had finally fallen. We both went inside, I didn't realize it until now but, "Why is there only one bed?"

"Y/n this is a small house, two beds wouldn't fit in here." Avdol sat down on the bed, I stared at the bed still thinking if its a good idea for us to be laying in the same bed. "I can assure you I won't bite... If you want I could sleep on the small couch." He points towards the couch behind me. "I-its fine, I just zoned out for moment." I walked over to the other side of the bed, "Plus, you're a big guy. I don't want you sleeping on that small thing." Laying down in bed I looked up at the ceiling, my eyes slowly shutting.

It was now dark out the only thing that was lighting up the room a dim candle light that was slowly fading and the moonlight entering the room. Looking beside me there was an empty spot, "Where's Avdol?" I asked myself. I slowly got out of bed feeling groggy and walked towards the living room, the front door was opened. I was now wide awake and draw out my stand. As I was about to walk out I saw Avdol sitting at the entrance. "Are you trying to give me a heat attack?"

"My Apologize Y/n." I placed my hand on his shoulder and sat down next to him looking up at the stars, "It's fine.... Couldn't sleep?" I asked him, "No I couldn't. Something was keeping me up."

"Was I snoring?! I'm so sorry I didn't mean to keep you u-" Avdol chuckled slightly at me panicking. "No I uh ... It's just been awhile since you and I were alone." I felt my cheeks burning at the thought of that night we spent together; the way Avdol kissed me gently, the soft whimpers escape my lips as he kissed my neck and things were getting heated until Polnareff walked in and almost caught us. Since that night We agreed not to talk about it again.

"Were you thinking about that night?" He looked at me, under the moonlight I can tell he was a bit flustered, "I was... I wanted to see more of you... Hear more from you... Please you." With each word he leaned in placing a kiss on my lips once, twice, and I then pulled him closer to me closing what little gap we had between us.

In a swift movement I was now on top of Avdol, we pulled away catching our breath. "Let's go inside it'll be more comfortable in the bed." I got off of him and lead him to the bed. he sat down and I got on top of him wrapping my arms around his neck he tensed up under my touch. "Are you sure you wanna do this Y/n your don't h-" I kissed his cheek and whispered in his ear. "I've been wanting to do this again since that night at the hotel."

A few candles relit around the room, I caught a quick glimpse of magicians red. He placed both hands on my hip pushing me down onto his bugle a muffled gasped escaped my lips, he was already hard... Avdol let out a pleasurable sigh as I started teasing him by slightly bouncing on his clothed bugle. "Y-y/n~"

He pulled me closer to him kissing and nibbling at my neck, his hand now making their way inside my shirt. His hands trailed up and down my body, giving me shivers. Avdol lifted up my shirt now kissing my chest and playing with my nipples one hand squeezing and burying his face between my breasts, leaving excited kisses, "Avdol~" He'd slowly lied me down upon bed gently stripping his and mine cloth off. His member slipping out, "You're so big" I took his member in my hand passing a teasing stroke on it. He started moving his hips a bit, "Please don't tease, my love." He moaned closing his eyes. He grabbed his member aligning himself at my entrance. "Are you ready?" He asked, "Yes." I nodded. I could feel his tip slowly entering me, "Ah~"

"Are you okay~" Avdols thrust were slow, "Y-yeah~" Even though he was starting at a slow pace I couldn't help whimper with each movment. After some time I was able to adjust to his size.

Wet squishing sounds fill the bedroom along with my soft gasps. "Avdol i-..." I couldn't speak. The amount of pleasure he was giving me had me choking on my words. "Y-you're getting tighter... A-are you close?" I nodded, words failing to come out. He started slowing down, "N-no don't s-stop." He looked at me a bit shocked, "But I'm gonna overstimulate you. It might hurt you." Through the flickering candle light I could see the concern in his eyes. I pulled him in and kissed him, "I-its fine Keep going until you cum." He nodded grabbing my legs and throwing them over his shoulder closing the gap between us the best he could and thrusting faster. "Fuck~" That was the first time I've ever heard him curse. I'd already reached my high, Abdul was now chasing his.

His thrust were getting sloppy, he removed my legs from his shoulder and kissed me muffling his moan as he came. He started slowing down and pulling out, "Fuck~" He was breathing heavily looking down at me. He leaned in kissing my forehead "Can you move?" I was too tired to move. "I'll be right back." He grabbed a rag and cleaned me and himself off. After he was done he laid down in bed with me wrapping his arms around me and pulled me closer to him, "Avdol, I love you." He chuckled caressing my head, "I love you too."

The next morning Avdol was on a call with Mr. Joestar while I was making breakfast. "I see... I'll tell Y/n about the plan then." He hung up, "What happened?" I asked him, he walked up behind me wrapping his arms around my waist and placing his head on top of mine. "Mr. Joestar will be coming soon to get us..." I could tell there was more to that "And?"

" And he wants us to play a prank on kakyoin and polnareff. He wants us to pretend to be my parents. " I stopped chopping the onions setting the knife aside and faced him his hands still on my waist, "I'm sorry but I refuse."

"It wouldn't hurt, would it y/n?" I sighed, "Avdol did you forget that polnareff is a literal walking stand magnet. Remember I can see two different possibilities in the furture. One is that he'll run, a stand gets him and two that he actually stays still for once. I have a feeling his gonna run away and some stand users gonna get him."

"We'll just have to see," he kissed my forehead, " if you'd like you could stay inside while we're playing the prank on them."

"You really want to play the prank on them don't you Avdol?" He nodded. I chuckled turning back around to continue cooking, "I'll stay inside then."

Avdol pulled me closer to him kissing my cheek. "Can you help me look older before they come... They'll be here later on today."

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Hey heyy!! 🍊 anon here with another request!! Can you write yandere! Ghiaccio/Fugo (whoever you preffer!) with a very caring and clingy darling? Headcanon or fanfic whatever u feel like!!

Also hope youre doing alright!! Plz know that ur writing is delicious and god ur so underrated its INSANE like omg

Yandere! Fugo Headcanons for a caring and clingy darling

Author's Notes: THIS IS THE FIRST TIME THAT'S SOMEONE ASKED ME FOR YANDERE THINGS FROM JOJOS <3<3<3

By the way 🍊Anon, Thanks for the support! I hope you enjoy this request <3

Chance of your loved ones being killed

Fugo is someone who, because of his life, had to go through something so important that it is marked both at the beginning and at the end of all of Golden Wild: his explosive personality.

He is capable of hurting people, both those he loves and those he wants dead, and you, his beloved, understood this very well, so much so that 90% of the time, your friends take refuge in you to avoid the toxic wrath of Fugo —Even if it meant facing their jealousy, they didn't end up hurt at that moment.

In front of you he wouldn't kill, but secretly he is capable. So I bet there's up to an 40% chance of that happening. More than anything because, due to your personality, he usually avoids causing deaths, solely to avoid causing you some type of sadness.

First impressions

You were a fairly young Passione member when Fugo joined the team, being just a year older than him. You weren't someone who was very demanding, in fact you became friends with Fugo quite easily. Unlike others, you expected nothing more than to be a great friend of his for the sole reason that you shared the same age, and you shared certain things with Fugo due to the fact that your childhood was not very different from his, being that the pressure itself of your parents caused you to become a delinquent, and although it was not the direct cause, it was obviously one of the most important factors for your decision to abandon your family.

But anyway; You were someone much more cheerful and social than Fugo, since you always greeted people wherever you went; He considered you a great friend, and the comfort and conversations he shared with you were such that he ended up considering you one of the most important people in his life.

Fall in love

You know it, I know it, we all know it.

He ended up falling in love, and that feeling in his heart only grew with the passing of the days, like a plant that stretched its leaves slowly, but it ensured one thing: A long and strong stem.

It was not surprising to others that due to the closeness between the two, sooner or later it would lead to something resembling love. But that's when the question arises, does he even know what all this was going to become?

Most likely not, and it wasn't entirely his fault, you know? Love is something human, and that pain that was carried in his heart was relieved solely and exclusively with your existence, with your love and your constant hugs, without those signs of affection, he would surely lose his mind.

First act or Yandere act

In a flash of anger, he attacks deliberately, so, when you paid attention to one of these attacks, you noticed that there was a subtle release in one of his screams.

Narancia was arguing with him over mathematical problems, as always, and before anyone could intervene, there was a rather interesting exchange.

“—How many more times do I have to explain it to you so you understand it?!! Fugo yelled, his hand jerking the plastic knife in his hand.

In case you're wondering; Yes, they prohibited him from using metal utensils when studying because of those 'special teachings'.

—I already told you I don't understand it!

—You're so damn useless!

The sound of shoes hitting the carpet was barely audible,

—And why's my fault that you don't know how to teach?! —Narancia attacked.

The discussion slowly escalated in severity, and Bucciarati walked calmly down the hallway outside the room where the aforementioned discussion took place, and Abaccio was next to him.

—Do you want to know something?! Your classes became boring! I'm sure it's because of your desire to fuck (Name)! —Narancia shouted, —, and if you're so upset it's because you can't fuck them, so just ask them before becoming a bitter old man!.

Narancia was going to continue attacking him, but he just received a stab against the skin of his right cheek.

In the midst of his cry of despair, his open eye met Fugo's gaze. That look, that look in his greenish eyes were filled with such inner darkness that it caused a direct chill down Narancia's back, no, his spine, and the fear was of such magnitude that it permeated his bones and clung to him. to his soul like he had never seen before.

—You're not going to be talking about (Name) like that.

A dead whisper, accompanied by a look that seemed to emanate darkness, as if death itself were locked inside that eye, as if that trapped death had a deep desire to end Narancia's life at that precise moment.

—You don't even deserve to mention their name or enjoy their hugs—Fugo's tongue seemed to have transformed into a whip at that moment—, you don't even deserve to smell the scent of their hair!

The plastic blade was withdrawn, but before he could continue attacking, Buciarati pushed him, smashing his body against the nearest wall. And at the moment that the blonde's body and weapon brutally moved away from Narancia, he alone fell to the ground, his legs trembling and his breathing irregular, his heart beating violently against his chest.

And in that moment, only in that moment, Fugo's gaze never left Narancia's eyes, and the tension he exerted against Buciarati's grip was such that even the adult tried not to be reduced, exerting more force than he normally would needed to subdue him.

Narancia still remembers that dead look to this day.”

Or at least that's how Abacio told you while they were drinking tea, accompanied by a snort and a “don't trust Fugo too much” from him.

Beginning of Yanderism

After that event, Buciarati spent hours trying to talk to Fugo, but he seemed gone, so much so that, when he let him rest, he suspected that an enemy stand had attacked him. The possibility existed, but unfortunately for them, that was not the event of today, nor of the course of these days.

Abaccio spoke with you separately, trying to decipher the reason for the blonde's actions, but when he found no information from you, he ended up telling what happened that day, with some details that, although for you they were exaggerated, the serious look accompanied by Abaccio's personality, they made you understand that it was no exaggeration.

Maybe you should hesitate to continue with him?

Relationship or kidnapping

After a couple of months, he gets up the courage and tells you his feelings. You, naturally, accepted, hoping to make a great couple with someone you loved as much as Fugo.

The first few months were good, or at least until Giorno arrived.

Meanwhile, in the relationship, whenever you were giving him a couple of cuddles, there would be a moment where he would mention the doubts he had about Giorno. And although they debated the blonde, he was not someone who would affect their relationship.

Or at least until the events of Golden Wild, where he starts to be very cautious around you.

Coexistence

Fugo took the mission of having the treasure guarded by Buciarati very seriously, and when they met Trish, things didn't change much.

You got along very well with her, since you both shared many tastes, and although she seemed surprised to see you both together, she always supported the couple that the two of you made.

In the short time they were on the mission to return Trish to her father, Fugo seemed uneasy, especially with being alone with you.

It was mostly because he certainly became addicted to the constant pampering you gave him, and he hated the idea of anyone else seeing the two of you, and no, it wasn't because he was embarrassed to be with you in public —In fact, it was one of the things that mattered least to him—it was mostly the fact that, well, let's just say that he HATES that they want to receive more affection or attention than him.

When he and you were together, it was a special moment, and no one could stop both of you from having their special moment.

Marriage and family

I don't see him as interested in marriage, but if he can, he would love to have a small wedding ceremony with you.

And, as for your family, he would take good with them —Although you should pay attention to whether they are TOO jealous of you or if you are too clingy with them—.

If possible, children?

Of course,

I see how he would give his best to be a father, reading not thousands, MILLIONS of books to be a good father, and especially to take care of his loved one during difficult times of parenting or, if biology allows it, pregnancy

Bad ending

(MY FAVORITE PART OF THIS HEADCANON JUJUJU)

After Trish's mission, the entire team finds themselves with an almost impossible to solve dilemma; betrayal or not. For most of the group it was pretty easy, but for Fugo and you it was… too complex.

Fugo held your hand at all times, in his words were the reasons why you should go with him, insisting that, even if there was a chance of success, it was impossible to face the root of the problem, the person who was behind some of them. the most dangerous groups of people throughout Italy, and throughout the world. However, your idea of continuing was as firm as a metal bar clinging to the ground during a storm. He yelled at you that if you left with them, if you dared to even think about abandoning all the future there was for everyone in the group, then you would also abandon your life with him. But, even with all his words, even with tears in your eyes, you refused to abandon them.

Even with the pain and weight that was in your soul, you refused to abandon your best friends, your family, the people who accepted you from the minute you decided to enter this horrendous and dark mafia.

He felt lost, abandoned, unhappy… It was like his parents abandoning him again, but now worse. As if now, he had lost everything he knew he needed to be alive. And even if during the first hours he convinced himself that everything was fine, that you were going to return safely, that you were not going to throw your life down the drain, and that you were going to fill him with affection and love, but in his Soul, he knew it wasn't real.

As the days went by, he felt like an alcoholic in withdrawal, and he tried to avoid it, but his soul needed it, he needed it right there, right now.

And he decides to do it, he decides to make a decision that would completely change his life.

Near you in Rome, following each and every one of they steps, he finds himself seeing what he feared most; your wounds dry cuts on your skin, bandages on your abdomen or legs, or even a wound on your face, your delicate and soft face which he loved to take in his hands and fill with kisses was… damaged, and he found a direct culprit, or rather, guilty.

The anger in his veins and in his mind was such that he knew what his next move would be.

And no, it wasn't what you thought.

(This is where possibly everyone develops a hatred towards me that I perfectly I can accept it because even for me what I am going to put is a lot)

It took a lot for him to find you alone, to manage to corner you after a fight and knock you unconscious. All that pain, all that pressure that terrified his soul went out like a fire that was poured on him with a bucket of water for the simple act of hugging you. And in that moment, he knew he was doing the right thing.

It took him a bit to dispel suspicion of where you were, but he managed to cover a lot of your tracks. But he knew that Abaccio could find them, so he had to take you to a dusty apartment away from the others, with the sole objective of making sure they could never find you.

And, after so much worry, he managed to lose all trace of them, managing to take you to a house that his parents very lovingly lent him in a place curiously far from Italy and the whole world. Can you believe that they are so affectionate with their son?!

By the way, does anyone know where they are? At the airport, desperate to leave? How strange huh…

Reasons to become Yandere

-He is used to not receiving affection, and let's say that your affectionate, clingy, cuddly personality… affected his psyche much more than he could ever imagine.

-He was already abandoned once, do you think he would take a second abandonment so easily? Nuh-uh

-You are usually very understanding with him, being that you loved seeing how savage he looked when he unloaded on you, wanting to receive pampering after complaining about his daily problems.

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-Surprise! He figured out how to manipulate his parents so he could get a “little deal.”

-Although in the canon he even has appreciation for Narancia, in this story he is capable of developing hatred for him, even wishing for his death.

-Let's say that he can make a deal with the boss solely to ensure that Giorno and company do not interfere in their relationship.

-After the bad ending, he accepts at the beginning that he should not receive pampering from you, but his abstinence will not last long, and even less so with how addicted he has become now.

-Unlike other Yanderes, where there may be some regret, in this character no, there is no regret for his actions, and he would not hesitate to take measures up to 5 times more drastic as long as no one screws up their relationship.

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Judgment of the Damned (translation) PART IV

Link part III

Summary:

In the realm of Limbo, where souls deemed too good for Hell but not virtuous enough for Heaven reside, Victoria finds herself thrust into an unprecedented mission. When a notorious sinner, Sir Pentious, achieves redemption and ascends to Heaven, it sends shockwaves through all realms. Tasked with unraveling this mystery, Victoria, a minor judge of souls, is sent to the infamous Hazbin Hotel in Hell. For the first time, an emissary from Limbo steps foot into the fiery depths, tasked with observing and judging the denizens of Hell for their potential for redemption. As Victoria navigates this unfamiliar territory, she captures the unrequired attention of the enigmatic Radio Demon, Alastor. Amidst the chaos of demonic antics and the pursuit of understanding redemption, Victoria must confront her own beliefs and judgments. As she delves deeper into the secrets of the Hazbin Hotel, Victoria uncovers hidden truths about sinners, redemption, and the ultimate fate of souls caught between damnation and salvation. With each soul she encounters, Victoria's journey becomes not only a quest for answers but a personal voyage of self-discovery in the heart of darkness.

Chapter 4: Rumors from the Past

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Hey, its me "Verona". I just want to say a liiitle thing before you start your reading....I must say, this chapter was quite a challenge to translate due to the archaic English in which Zestial should speak. In advance, I apologize. I hope you enjoy the chapter. Love u! (Yep. Spanish is my native language, and yes, there is a Spanish version of this work.)

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Angeldust

His body ached all over, as was customary after a day of filming with Valentino. Ever since their little disagreement at the bar, the bastard hadn't given him a moment's rest. He was beginning to wonder if he could keep this up forever, or if he should start imagining the impossible and find a way to free himself from that contract. He shifted uncomfortably in the taxi seat. He needed a good shower.

After a few more minutes of travel, the vehicle stopped outside the hotel. Angel got out and looked up at the building. He hated to admit it, but that place had become a space where he felt safe, relaxed, and happy. A place he always wanted to return to... a home. He shook his head slowly, smiling as he walked towards the hotel. They had really softened him up. Maybe he could buy those lunatics something nice.

He opened the door, stepping into the hotel. The lobby was completely dark and everything was silent. That struck him as odd. Suddenly, he felt someone lunging at him and putting a sack over his head. He tried to break free but his attacker was too strong. He fell to the ground where his arms were tied.

"WHO ARE YOU? WHAT ARE YOU DOING? HELP!" he exclaimed as he was dragged into a room. His assailant leaned him against a wall and removed the sack from his head. Angel looked around and saw Niffty to his right, also tied up. To his left, Husk was in the same condition. "What's going on?"

"Relax," Husk replied irritably.

Angel wanted to ask more but at that moment, he saw someone entering the room.

"Alright," said Vaggie, "now that I have you all gathered here, there's an important matter to discuss."

"Vaggie? What the hell is wrong with you! Why did you tie us up? Have you gone mad?" shouted Angel, feeling indignant. Just moments ago, he had felt so relieved to have returned to the hotel and now this.

"I apologize for the extreme measure, but I needed to have you all gathered without causing a mess. There's something very important you need to know, and you must not speak of it outside of this hotel under any circumstances," Vaggie said in a very serious tone. "There's no simple way to say this. We have a very important guest in the hotel and it's crucial to make a very good impression on her, so you must behave. Niffty, don't stab insects in front of this person, Husk, try to be less gloomy, and Angel, don't be so…horny.

"Can I step on the bugs in front of her?" Niffty asked. "Besides, ever since I started the war in the attic, there aren't as many."

"Ugh, sure," Vaggie replied.

"Who is this soooo important person?" Angel grumbled. He didn't want to have to watch his behavior in a place he considered his home. "I mean, we tried to act well when Charlie's father came, and everything went fine. In the end, we didn't even have to keep up appearances. Why would it be different this time?"

"Angel, please, you have to listen to me this time," Vaggie responded.

"I think we deserve a better explanation. I agree with leggies," Husk said. Vaggie sighed.

"Fine. But as I already told you, this must be kept secret. Limbo is real, and a minor judge from there is staying here. She will be studying sinners, making a report on them, and determining the chances of redemption. In short."

The room fell silent as they watched Vaggie, processing the information.

"Vaggie," Angel said softly, "What the hell did you smoke?"

Vaggie let out a frustrated growl before speaking again. "Fine. Let's start over. I'll explain everything. But please, we have to help Charlie

Victoria

She woke up with her face resting on the documents. She looked around a little disoriented. It was barely nightfall. She couldn't believe she had fallen asleep. She couldn't afford to nap when she had so much work ahead of her. Her eyes still felt sleepy. Perhaps it wasn't a bad idea to get up and walk around the hotel to shake off the laziness.

She stretched in her seat before getting up and leaving the room. It was a relief to be able to wander the place freely without the deer-ears guy nearby. The decoration of the place was very beautiful and sophisticated. The place gleamed now that it had been reconstructed following Adam's attempt to eradicate these sinners. Victoria struggled to understand how anyone could take pleasure in destroying souls, but, well, Cain must have inherited his temperament from somewhere.

She descended to the first floor via the main staircase, admiring the magnificent chandelier hanging over the hall. Suddenly, she could notice a strange movement among the crystals and bulbs. A kind of red spot moved with agility. She squinted trying to understand what she was seeing. At that moment, she collided head-on with someone.

"I'm so sorry!" exclaimed a boy. His appearance reminded her of a spider.

Victoria mentally reviewed the files she had read. The person in front of her was a resident of the hotel... Angeldust, real name Anthony. "Don't worry, I wasn't paying attention to where I was walking," she responded amiably.

"No, I insist. Let me make it up to you. How about a massage?" Angel replied nervously. "It'll release all your tension! Not in a sexual way! Ah, it's not that you're not attractive, but you're just not my type. Not that there's anything wrong with you. I mean, it's bad that you're not... No! That's not what I meant. I like to... you know... but not with you. It's just that..."

Victoria listened to Angel's verbal diarrhea, bewildered. What the hell was he talking about? She couldn't make sense of anything, let alone why he was acting so nervous.

"I could massage your feet. Not that I have a weird fetish!"

"Angel, don't say anything else," interrupted a gruff voice from a demon with feline features. Victoria searched her memory again. That must be Husk. The hotel's bartender subtly moved her away from Angel with his wings. "Uh, um, Judge, how about a magic trick?"

Had he just called her judge? Now everything made sense. "No, no. Don't worry. Hey, I know what this is all about."

"Damn it, Husk, you called her judge," grumbled Vaggie, entering the room.

"Look," Victoria began in a friendly tone, "it's really not necessary for you to try to pamper or flatter me. I'm not here with any ill intentions or prejudices. I hope you can treat me like anyone else, without thinking about my judge status. Which I had hoped would remain confidential. But it doesn't matter. I trust I'll have a very good opinion of all of you."

As soon as she finished speaking, something struck her head. She looked down and saw it was a shard of crystal.

"Watch out!" Vaggie shouted, pushing her aside just as the chandelier crashed down from the ceiling with a loud bang. Victoria sat on the floor, observing the scene. Vaggie had managed to evade the impact. From the ruins of the fixture emerged a small woman with a large eye, who laughed nervously.

"Sorry. I was cleaning the crystals. Uh... does this count as attempted murder if it was accidental, right?"-Niffty said.

"This is fucked up already. Judge Victoria, welcome to the Hazbin Hotel, where this shit will be your daily life," Husk growled, opening a beer can and leaving the foyer. "I'm not cleaning up that shit."

"What a relief, I couldn't keep up with this forced smile anymore. How the hell does Alastor do it?" Angel added, following Husk.

"Well, Judge," Vaggie said, standing up, "at least they tried."

Alastor

The meeting with the Overlords turned out somewhat predictable. It was evident that Carmilla would be on alert for the potential repercussions following Adam's death. Hell had defended itself adequately for the first time, and that was unprecedented. Overall, the entire meeting revolved around obtaining weapons, planning measures in case of another attack, unity, strength, and similar matters.

But Alastor's mind was focused on more interesting affairs. He knew the judge wouldn't give him much information about... anything. He had already learned that she was a stubborn, reserved, composed, and very intelligent woman. Her witty responses irritated him but were also refreshing. Perhaps deep down, he hoped to have another confrontation with her, but this time, more prepared.

As the congregation neared its end, Alastor directed his gaze towards today's target, Zestial. The ancient being returned his gaze with curiosity. The radio demon simply smiled even wider. It's not that he particularly relished the idea of interacting with that Overlord, but if anyone had answers, it was him. Of course, he had to be careful with his words, as he didn't want anyone else trying to approach the judge, for now. No. It was convenient to keep her presence in hell a secret for the time being. It didn't take a genius to understand that someone like her could be a very important card to play. And…Under no circumstances could he underestimate Zestial, as he was very skilled at noticing subtleties.

"Very well. Does anyone want to add anything?" Carmilla declared before concluding the meeting. As everyone began to leave, Alastor didn't even manage to get up from his seat before he immediately felt a presence behind him.

"Greetings, Alastor," Zestial spoke with that characteristic resonant voice of his. "I knoweth not if mine senses art dulled, but I deem I hath perceived thou didst seek to engage in discourse with me."

Alastor emitted a slight laugh. "Always so perceptive, Zestial. You're correct. Will you have a few minutes before you go to your teatime with the esteemed Carmilla?"

Carmilla watched them from the doorway of the meeting room. Zestial nodded to her, who, at such a gesture, left the room, closing the door behind her. The ancient being took a seat opposite him and observed him with great interest.

“Very well, Alastor, thou hast mine full attention. I must say, our discourse is always... captivating.-Said the Overlord.

"Oh, Zestial, I hope not to disappoint you. I just wanted to ask you about a matter that seems more myth than reality," Alastor replied in a casual tone. Zestial seemed more intrigued. "Well, I won't keep you on the edge of your seat any longer. How true is what they say about Limbo?"

Zestial narrowed his eyes and his smile widened. Alastor didn't expect that reaction. He thought the Overlord would laugh and say that stories about Limbo were just children's tales

"Dear friend, I implore thee not to fall into the error of the majority, thinking that all concerning Limbo is mere invention. For in every fable lies a grain of truth. I suppose thou hast heard what is commonly said. That Limbo, also known as the intermediary realm, is where souls go that are not sinful enough to merit hell, yet not virtuous enough to enter heaven. But in its origins, there was more. But of course, I would like to know, why dost thou show interest in this matter?"

"These are personal matters. Perhaps I could refrain from giving you details if, in exchange for your knowledge, I were to resolve a certain inconvenience Carmilla is dealing with... and what difficulties, I must say!" responded Alastor as he playfully moved his fingers. What he was doing was somewhat risky. But it was worth it.

Zestial emitted a deep chuckle. "I note thou art well-informed. Aye, 'tis true that a new pest hath arisen, seeking to snatch Carmilla's market. Naught that we cannot resolve."

"Oh, but this way I spare you the hassle and the time. I believe it's fair, considering I'm merely asking for some unverified information," Alastor said, and he and Zestial locked eyes for a brief moment. The radio demon knew he couldn't show even a hint of doubt or greater interest in the matter.

"Very well," Zestial finally responded. "Be that as it may, I reckon that sooner or later I shall uncover thy true intentions…In mine early years here in the inferno, 'twas spoken that when the heavens were forged, Limbo stood as a neutral ground to settle disputes and judge the angels' conduct. 'Twas only the supreme judges present then. But in general, there weren't many issues until the incident o' the apple. From that moment forth, with the inception o' hell, Limbo would become the intermediary 'twixt heaven and hell. Not merely for receiving souls, but also for resolving grave disputes 'tween both realms, akin to an international court. With this evolution came the minor judges. On one hand, the supreme judges continued their role as an international court, alongside judging mortal souls. On the other hand, the minor judges were tasked with settling conflicts 'mongst inhabitants of the same domain that couldn't be resolved internally, serving as an appellate body. Of course, they also bore the duty of crafting records of human deeds upon the Earth. But that part's well-known to all."

"Interesting. So, if two angels had a problem they couldn't resolve themselves, could they turn to a minor judge to decide the matter?" Alastor asked to make sure he was getting it all.

"Indeed," Zestial replied, conjuring a teacup before taking a brief sip before continuing, "But you must already know that there weren't as many issues in heaven. The spotlight was on hell, not for murders or thefts, but for something more subtle: contracts." Zestial looked at Alastor attentively, trying to gauge his reaction, but the radio demon remained unfazed. "Supposedly, a minor judge had the power to modify or annul a contract, of course, adhering to the rules or laws of hell."

"Hmm? Contracts, you say?" Alastor prompted Zestial to continue.

"Aye, that's what was told in my time. It was also said that a catastrophic event occurred, causing the Limbo's communications to shut down from their end. However, Alastor, processes don't vanish. The mere fact that Limbo has isolated itself doesn't imply that there's no longer an avenue for appeal."

"Oh, but if that were true, we would still have demons trying to make appeals," Alastor pointed out, resting his chin on his intertwined hands.

“That's the other curious bit. Allegedly, they wiped out all who knew of that process to let it fade away. Does the appeals process truly not exist, or is it just that no one knows how to activate it anymore?”.

Alastor looked silently at Zestial. He couldn't determine if the ancient creature believed in those stories or not. But if that process really existed... perhaps. Unfortunately, he still had no way to verify it. Alastor inclined his head before speaking again, "Well. We can't really know. Anyway, all of this is just legends. It doesn't sound like these minor judges are very strong."

“Perhaps they don't have great destructive power, but it certainly was useful to have one as an ally. In addition to being able to modify or annul a contract, they also had access to the information of all sinners and angels. On the other hand, every judge has two basic powers. The oath and The mandate of the judge.”

"The oath?" Alastor asked, feigning disinterested tone. He was surprised at how enthusiastic Zestial seemed about this topic.

“Indeed. If a minor judge asked you to swear an oath and you agreed, you were bound to speak the truth. If you were to lie, the judge would detect it immediately and, if desired, could inflict great pain upon you as a consequence.”

“And the other one?”

"Ah, the judge's mandate? Or rather, known as the command. Basically, it entails the judge exercising their authority by issuing an order that cannot be disobeyed, as if a force were controlling your body. Of course, the scope and strength of this mandate depend on the power and rank of the judge. The mandate of a minor judge is usually not very strong, limited to simple commands like 'sit' or 'be silent', essential for maintaining order in a court, thus not very enduring. But that of a supreme judge... well, it is said that it was precisely that which condemned Lucifer to hell.”

“Well, I'll give you that. If these judges were real and contact could be made with them, they would clearly be a magnificent ally."

Zestial chuckled maliciously “Precisely, and I reckon all the sinners and demons had the same notion, wouldn't you say? It wouldn't surprise me if the big catastrophe were tied to millions of those minor judges getting corrupted or extorted by the infernal lot to reap benefits from the appeals, changing contracts to their whims. Well, but then again, none of this is quite verifiable or true. Right?”

Alastor didn't like the tone of voice Zestial used in that last sentence. The ancient being was beginning to suspect. Why was he suspicious now? He had been careful with each of his expressions. Could his memory of Victoria asking them for silence during the meeting with Charlie have caused some gesture that caught his interlocutor's attention? Alastor couldn't help but think that that request could have been a judge´s mandate subtly carried out by Victoria, implying that at least one of the powers mentioned by Zestial was true.

Alastor glanced at Zestial again just as he narrowed his eyes. Damn it. It wasn't time to think about that. That damned judge was making things complicated with this Overlord just by appearing in his memories. "Indeed!" he responded in an animated tone, trying to dispel the seriousness of the atmosphere. "After all, they're mere stories."

Zestial chuckled softly, "Yes, but it surprises me that you're wasting your time on mere tales."

"Oh, you all with your theories about me. It's a delight to hear your conspiracies. I simply wanted to satisfy the curiosity that arose in me after reading a dramatic work where they staged this Limbo," Alastor continued nonchalantly as he rose from his seat.

"Verily, I am acquainted with that tome," said Zestial, rising to his feet to accompany Alastor to the door of the conference room. "Indeed, it doth portray Limbo akin to the contemporary lore. Yet, one aspect hath ever intrigued me. Mayhaps I am overly fastidious regarding artistic license."

"What might that be?"

"Well, that literary work mentions seven supreme judges. Not five."

LINK PART V

#fanfic #alastor #alastor x oc #oc #hazbin alastor #hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel fanfiction #hazbin hotel fanfic #alastor the radio demon #hazbin hotel 2024 #radio demon #vivziepop #charlie morningstar #hazbin angel dust #hazbin lucifer #hazbin hotel fandom #Judgmentofthedamned

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thequietkid-moonie · 1 year

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Parenting Headcanons for Jack the Ripper please!

Parenting headcanons

[ PLATONIC HEADCANONS ] [ Jack the Ripper ] [ Shuumatsu no Valkyrie / Records of Ragnarok ]

I don't know how or when but Jack become one of my comfort characters! Haha, anyways thank u so much for requesting something so cute!!

I hope you like it as much as I did ❤️❤️

Jack had a rough childhood, even so he doesn't complain about it since he at least was a loved child (even when his mother's love wasn't for him)

Still, Jack is a little nervous about becoming a father, having a child isn't just nothing, is a really big responsability but he is willing to take it. For him it doesn't matter if you are his biological child or have been adopted Jack loves you nonetheless and he had swear to give you a good life and protect you with his own life

Jack want to have everything prepared by the moment you came, including himself so he will be learning all he can about parenting (specially if you are just a baby)

Every moment he can spend with you is an special moment for him, it warms his heart and make him feel like he is just like any other man, make him forget everything that had happened to him

Jack enjoy a lot the time when you are just too little and have to rely on him for a lot of things, enjoys the peaceful and wholesome moments where he used to help you change your clothes, making your hair or just playing together, and he gets melancholic when you start to grow up but he knows that this will happen and even motivate you to become more independient

Jack will hate for you two to get separate over the years so he tries to keep a good relationship with you without being invasive, always respecting your space

Jack isn't exactly an strictly father but he doesn't forget to teach you discipline, he wants you to be free to play and discover all what the world has to offer you, but he doesn't want you to skip the academic part, so he is making you study too (if he has to become your own teacher because for any reason you can't go to school he has no problem)

He doesn't want to spoil you but at the same time he want to give you everything you want, he kinda laughs at his dilemma and he tries to have enough self control, making sure he provides you everything you need without spoiling you (still sometimes he can't stop himself from giving you what you want)

Jack is a gentleman, he's always kind and with good manners so he will raising you that way, however he won't force you to interact with who you don't like or forcing you to get out of your shield if you are more shy or introvert, his main is for you to become a kind person and don't attack others for no reason

Jack will probably leave aside his life as an assassin after some time of having you in his life, he doesn't want to put you in any risk nor taking the risk of leaving you when you need him, so he will be more focused on you (however, if it will benefit the two of you he won't mind killing some people), and he isn't planning to tell you anything about this part of him

Jack wants nothing more than happiness for you but he understand that it can't be that way, being happy all the time is unhealthy, so, as much as it brokes his heart, he accept whenever you are sad or frustrated and tries to teach you to accept it and handle it, letting you express your emotions in the way it helps you the most (without hurting you or someone else)

Jack understand that he won't be with you forever, one day you will go and make your life on your own, maybe finding an special someone with who share your life with or even just staying by your own, time will tell, but until that time come hopefuly not soon Jack will make sure to enjoy all the time you two spend together, teaching you all he can about life and motivate you to become independient (without leaving you)

#shuumatsu no valkyrie #records of ragnarok #snv x reader #ror x reader #snv jack the ripper #ror jack the ripper #jack the ripper x reader #x reader #x gn reader #anime x reader #manga x reader

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whchenlvr · 1 year

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Hi elle !! i saw that your requests were still open ^^ so i was wondering if u could write something with jake, ben, alex, wolf, teddy (its up 2 u for the other boys ofc !!) having a really dumb s/o but shes really kind and joyful so like shes an airhead basically haha thank u !!

PLSSS I LOVE THIS hi i'm sorry it took so long </3

when you’re air-headed ;

weak hero x gn!reader

jake ji

➤ jake is totally head over heels for you

➤ he finds your kindness comforting, and even if you can be a bit air-headed at times, jake really feels like he can be himself around you

➤ "can we get ice cream?" "ice cream? y/n it's freezing outside!" "we can be freezing on the inside too!"

➤ jake would shake his head and call you "silly", but he always caves in the end (he loves ice cream, too)

ben park

➤ you are his sunshine. he is the sunshine protector. end

➤ for real though, ben is always there looking out for you and making sure you don't accidentally get yourself hurt

➤ example: you once forgot to look both ways before crossing the street, and ben had to pull you away from a car. he nearly had a heart attack, but you were the one to assure him everything was fine

➤ since then, though, ben has developed a "y/n-sense" where he always knows when you're about to run into something or trip, etc. you're grateful :)

alex go

➤ we all know he can be a little air-headed at times as well, so the two of you compliment each other!

➤ idk why that sounds like a diss ITS NOT A DISS you two legitimately get along so well his friends think you’re legitimate soulmates

➤ it's a flex, honestly. you can always guess what's on ben's mind and vice versa (you're normally thinking of the same three things) and finish each other's sentences

➤ "y/n, they restocked the claw machine!" you gasped. "the claw machine?!" "yes!" "let's make it our bitch!" "yes!"

wolf keum

➤ he seems chill, but he's a worrier

➤ constantly checking on you in the corner of his eye, slows his pace so you don't have to run to keep up with him (especially when you get distracted and stop)

➤ he'd be very patient with you until you do something that jeopardizes your health. once, you accidentally burned your hand on a toaster, and wolf yelled at you

➤ he would apologize as he cleans and wraps your burns, and you may be a little dense, but you know he's just worried about you. he doesn't complain when you throw yourself on him for hugs

teddy jin

➤ like alex, you complement each other

➤ you make the most ridiculous jokes and for some reason, teddy enjoys them. i'm talking 'why did the chicken cross the road' ridiculous

➤ "hey teddy," "yes, y/n?" "why did the chicken cross the road?" "..." "to get the other side!" *insert teddy jin dying in laughter*

➤ but for real, teddy feels that he can talk to you about anything and you'll never judge him. having someone like you stick by him after losing most of his "friends" really means a lot <3

#weak hero #weak hero x reader #weak hero headcanons #weak hero webtoon #weak hero manhwa #weak hero class 1 #jake ji #ben park #alex go #wolf keum #teddy jin

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alltheficsiwant · 2 years

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Enemies

Enemies | A Foxy 🦊 and Wolfie 🐺 One Shot

Summary: Bucky has enemies. He used to fight them alone, now he has you on his side. It’s interesting what a Fox would do and Bucky is in for a surprise how much capable you are in the field you work best.

Warnings: Mentions of violence and mention of a lot of unethical hacking. kissing? and... that's it? Please tell me if I missed out on something.

Words: 6.9 k

Ratings: 18+ Minors DN

A/N: Tag-list is still open. Any errors is on me. Enjoy! 💕😉

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Dealing with enemies, it's part of the life he chose to live. Bucky knows that, especially after he reigned as the king of New York. There are always enemies that wanted to fuck with him and rivals that one to one up him in the game.

The rivals, just like Karli and Yondu. They respect the business and they respect each other. In order to coexist, they remain neutral yet hostile at the same time. Bucky could easily do that. Enemies? Rumlow, Hydra, and many others. Well, they are not shy on crossing the line and doing what it takes to take back power from Bucky.

Bucky wouldn’t let that happen. He always dealt with their attacks, whether with their business or their people. He could remember the time when they decided to get even and went after his mother and sisters, he wreaked havoc on them and made sure that they were not going to be able to go back. But in this life, he might have made enemies but he also made allies that are now friends and family to him.

The time that he managed to save Shuri from her very own cousin. Killmonger, the one who did it, it was T'challa who gave the killing blow but it was Bucky’s gun that was used. Killmonger has a good purpose on wanting to take over New York but the ways are too fucked up. Bucky was actually the lesser evil, so T’challa came to him. Eventually, Bucky saved Shuri’s life and his business. They became partners and later on friends.

Of course despite everything else, there are enemies that never get tired to try to bring Bucky down. Rumlow, Hydra and some others that were once kings of New York. They just can’t seem to get enough of Bucky’s fists and bullets which Bucky is happy to give. Though, all of that was done by his own hands and his own mind. Of course he had his men, Sam, Natasha and Steve at his rear. But everything was done according to his way.

But now he is stumped as an old enemy arises yet again. This time doing something out of the ordinary and Bucky doesn’t know if his fists and bullets would be enough.

“Another hit?” Bucky looked up from the desk in his home office. He got woken up by a call from Natasha and was informed about another incident. It has been five or is it six, Bucky has lost count as hits on his business and assets are taking place. This is the third in this month as long as he can remember and Bucky is really getting tired of this.

He had to leave you on the bed, even though all he wanted to do was stay there. Since the incident with Walker and Beck, you have been staying a lot at his penthouse. At first, it was for your own safety but the succeeding months was with his own offer. This was one of those nights and Bucky doesn’t want to waste it on dealing with the shit on his business. He tried so hard to get out of bed unnoticed but it seems like it's not only him that got used to having someone sleep beside them.

You stood there leaning against the door frame wearing only his black henley and shorts. Your hair is tied up and your eyes are a little bit sleepy.

Bucky sighed as he leaned back on his chair. His eyes roamed on your body as if he didn’t have the chance the night before. You raised a brow at him waiting for his reply.

“C’mere,” He patted his lap instead and you narrowed your eyes at him as you stood your ground against the door frame.

“Not until you tell me what made you leave me alone on the bed at…” you trailed off as you looked around for a clock before it landed on the father clock on the right side. Which unfortunately, has a clock hand instead of a number. You groaned a bit as you squinted trying to have your sleepy brain interpret it. Bucky couldn't help but chuckle as he looked towards it.

“Three twenty-five am,” He supplied and you huffed as you rubbed your right eye before looking back at him.

“Yeah, just what you said,” you mumbled and Bucky just patted his lap again one more time. You huffed and moved sluggishly until you landed on his lap. You immediately curled against his chest while his vibranium arm immediately found its way around your back and settled on your hip as the other caressed your face.

“Hi Foxy,” Bucky breathed out using the nickname you are starting to get fond of as long as it's Bucky who calls you that.

“Hi Wolfie,” You used his nickname back to him. Bucky only grinned at that in contrast to the violent outburst he usually displayed when he was teased by both Sam and Steve (Who recently stopped because Bucky recently threatened to castrate them. Which they knew their friend and boss would go through.).

You grinned back before giving him a kiss which Bucky happily returned. The two of you stayed like that, exchanging kisses and caresses until some life has gone back in your eyes. You sat a bit more alert on Bucky’s lap and you are now fiddling with his vibranium arm as Bucky watched you fondly.

“You gonna tell me what happened?” You finally spoke as you looked back at Bucky.

“You know I don’t want you to get involve as much as—”

You carefully cradle his face, cutting him off as you shake your head.

“You know I am going to be involved. Besides, haven't we learned about the incident with Walker and Beck?” You leaned towards him to nudge your nose against him before you leaned back again. “I’m your girl now and I also want to help,” You told him and Bucky can’t help but feel smug about that. You saw it, you just pinched his cheeks more that made him grunt. You giggled.

Bucky looked at you for a while before he sighed. He leaned down to give you one final kiss before he leaned further to get his tablet and gave it to you. A picture of a man with a disgruntled face welcomed you on the screen. The half of his face from chin up to his cheekbones are filled with scars. You scrunch your brows as you look at the face.

“He looks..” You trailed off as you tilted your head a bit. “...like he wants to kill everyone in sight,”

“He does, killing is the only option with him,” Bucky mumbled.

Suddenly, dread fills your face as you look up at Bucky. “Did he–?”

“No, not yet at least but he did kill some business on me which is something new,” Bucky moved to remove his image to show you a group of images. “He killed two warehouses worth of materials last night. Two important ones,”

“Oh bummer,” you mumbled as you looked back down at the files of how the attack happened. “How much was taken?”

Bucky was silent for a while before he spoke up. “About 4-5.5 million dollars,”

You looked up at him with eyes wide. “On both warehouses?”

“Each warehouse,”

“Jesus,” and you looked back down shocked at the value of the warehouse. The most you knew about a warehouse being worth is almost a thousand dollars. But hey, that television show about people bidding on storage houses is so 2000’s and out of date. “What exactly did he steal?”

Bucky didn’t exactly say anything else and when he didn’t speak after a while you looked up at him with a frown. “You are not allowed to tell me?” You asked quietly.

Bucky sighed. “It’s weapons,” he only said and you nodded as you looked back down.

“What kind of weapons?”

“Stark grade,” you look up sharply at him. You stared at his face for a while before you looked back down at the tablet. It was actually no surprise, to be honest. The amount of business Bucky has, one way or another he would have dabbled in weaponry. You already saw the drug industry and the clubs both underground and upper ground. Besides, your moral ground is actually questionable after the stunts you pulled after Dotty, Bucky’s Ex (That is before the Walker incident and to be fair, Dotty is a demented witch but someone you can handle. Walker and Beck? Not so much).

Bucky though watched you carefully. The last time he showed some parts of his business you had a moment of breakdown but immediately picked back up. Now you just blinked and then went back to the laptop. He watched you while you fiddled with the files more and the pictures. Silence settling over the study before you broke it.

“If it's Stark grade weaponry, it leans more in technicality instead of mechanics,” you mumbled. “That old man sure is a genius but very chaotic in his inventions.” You added as your fingers fly over the screen. Bucky raised a brow at that.

“Do you have any evidence or leads where he would be able to take them?” You continued as you looked back at him.

“I am currently working on it with Stark.” Bucky informed you with a bewildered expression. “He is trying to track it down. Look— doll,” he took the tablet out of your hands as you protested. He laid it back down on the table. You move to get it but Bucky already knew you would do that. As he pulled you against him. You pouted at that.

He wrapped his arms again around you and guided your face against his neck as he nuzzled your hair. You melted in his arms once he did that. You attempted to move after a few seconds but Bucky is strong and wouldn’t budge. Finally, you just gave up and completely leaned towards him. “I can handle it, don't worry. He’s an old enemy. I dealt with him before, I can deal with him again,”

“But you don’t have me at that time. You have me now and I want to help.” You pouted as you leaned back to look at him. Bucky only sighed as he caressed your face affectionately.

“Baby, I can’t let you be involved with this.” He insisted as you continue to pout at him. “I can’t let you get hurt again,” He whispered as his hold tightened on you.

You smoothed his furrowed brows with your thumb as you cradled his face. You wanted to kiss his forehead but contemplated. You aren’t exactly affectionate even with Wanda but you felt like he needed that at the moment. Despite the awkwardness you tried to reach up to his forehead but ended up pulling Bucky towards you.

The mob boss let you as he closed his eyes when he felt your lips on his forehead. He release a sigh as he fully wrapped his arms around your waist like steel bands.

“I trust that you wouldn’t let it happen again Wolfie,” You mumbled as you leaned back and nudged his head so he would look at you. “I trust you to protect me and even when there is a moment that I would be hurt. I knew you would be there to catch me.”

Bucky surged forward to capture your lips not wanting to speak anymore. Your trust is something he holds dear now. He knew it, because you don’t trust easily. After what your own parents did to you, trust is something he knows you don’t really give.

It took Shuri a year before you fully trust her. Wanda had to pester you everyday just so she would become your friend. It took Steve and Sam a lot before you even trust them, especially Bucky. But now that you do, Bucky doesn’t want to break that and he won’t let it break.

You kissed him back not as much as Bucky did and you let him consume you. His hands wandered under your shirt as his tongue begged for entrance and for a moment you let him. Knowing he needs this (you did too).

Both of you kissed for a while until oxygen became necessary and Bucky slowed down the kiss before pulling away. Bucky kept his eyes closed as he leaned his forehead against yours. You continue to run your hands through his hair as you both catch your breaths.

“Besides, I hate that you are being kept all night by these. You are getting tired so easily these days. I am worried about you.”

This is what he loves about you. Despite being the naive and sometimes oblivious girl that you are especially with your surroundings. Judging by the incident with Walker, you can be easily cornered. You can read Bucky like an open book and sense things about him that others cannot. He is surprised sometimes when you notice his habits. He was okay really being the giver. He likes to give you everything. He had always been the one to give.

Giving protection to the people he loves, providing for his family and trying to secure everyone’s lives.

But these past few weeks, he tried his best not to be affected too much by the continuous attack but it's taking a toll on him. The attacks on the warehouses with the Stark Grade weaponry that is going to be sold to the US Government a few weeks from now is the final straw. To be honest, Bucky doesn’t know what to do. Even if Stark was able to track it down, it might be too late to even retrieve that kind of weaponry since the man is based in Canada.

By then, he would be in hot waters with the US Government and he was really hoping to be in their good graces so he could leave the dirtier part of his business behind. Something he was planning to do since you came to his life. With that pressure, Bucky usually doesn’t give in. For fuck’s sake, he was tortured for 70 days when he was drawn captive by Hydra one time but he endured it. He didn’t even show any stress or anything taking a toll on him when he got out. He was good at hiding it. Eventually, he dealt with it in his own way.

But now,he isn’t good at hiding when it comes to you. When something comes into your attention you fixate on it pretty much just like you do when you have ideas for a new technology or program.

“Baby, I just don’t want you to deal with something that I know I can handle. Besides this is dangerous, I don’t want him paying any attention to you. After what happened to Walker, I want your name out of everything dangerous as possible,”

You purse your lips at his reply as you narrowed your eyes at the same time. A sign of irritation that Bucky doesn’t like on you. He frowned back as he is the one who tries to smoothen the worry lines on your face.

“Being with you is already dangerous. So should I stay away from you too?”

Bucky can’t help but scoff. “Baby, that is not what I meant–”

“Then let me help, you looked to be on your wits end. Besides, if he is an old enemy, maybe a fresh eye could help you reach a solution faster.” you reasoned more. Bucky sighed and leaned his forehead against yours. He closed his eyes. “Come on Buck. You are not alone on this anymore,”

He felt your lips against his again and Bucky immediately kissed you back. Though you kept the kiss short. Bucky opened his eyes just in time to see you looking at him through your eyelashes with a soft smile. He stared back at you for a moment. His vibranium hand caressing the back of your head while his flesh one pulled you closer.

“I’m not used to this,” Bucky started as he leaned down again to give you a kiss just because and then continued. “I have been running this business almost alone. I do have the help of Sam and Steve but dealing with these dipshits. I usually do it on my own. I like it that way. My way and my plan but— you are right. I am on my wits end and he is really moving in a way I have never seen before.”

“See? Let me help. We are kind of a team now and I hate it when my man is being attacked like this.” The two of you stared at each other for a while.

“Okay,” he finally breathed out as you smiled and clapped excitedly. Your eyes lighting up reminiscent of the way it did back in Winter where he first saw you.

“Now,” you turned to get the tablet and opened the recent exchange with Tony. “Tony is tracking it down and then what?”

“Then he can remotely activate the kill switch effectively rendering it useless and it would self-destruct destroying any parts that can be salvaged to fix it.” Bucky explained as you read through the messages and you tilted your head.

“Is this the icers?” You suddenly said as you pulled up the file of the weaponry and Bucky nodded. You probably had recognized some of it. Knowing Stark, he might have shown you things to show off. After all, he was close to you and was fond of you enough to let you and Shuri take on the bioprosthesis project he designed himself. His fondness of you was the reason he finally said yes to a partnership with Bucky on selling his weapons.

“Yes but the lethal one.” Bucky explained as you nodded and then suddenly you turned to him.

“Give me your phone,”

Bucky leaned to get his phone on the table and gave it to you. You switched out the tablet with the phone. You opened it and went to an app that he didn’t know was there. He raised a brow at it until his phone’s screen changed into yours. Realization dawned on him.

“Wait, Shuri did that to my phone when you were taken by Walker.” Bucky can’t help but say and you looked at him.

“Oh she did?” Bucky nodded as he watched you go back to the screen and fiddled with it. “Finally, she isn’t fond of that program just because she wasn’t able to crack it before but I am. She said it was unsafe and hackable but– pffft— who does she think I am? How didn’t she realize that the same program I am using is the one protecting hundreds of files of the company that can be stolen for millions of dollars?” You rambled as Bucky just watched you work. “It was a genius program if you say so myself. I can work and access my devices or any devices as long as I know their main IP addresses and drag it on my secure line. I bet Tony didn’t even think about it,” You continued and Tony’s name brought Bucky back to the topic at hand.

“What are you doing baby?”

“Oh,” you suddenly stopped as you looked at Bucky sheepishly. “I was about to explain but you asked me about the program.” You smiled cutely and Bucky can’t help but steal a kiss from you again.

“Its okay I like your ramblings but please explain it to me,”

“Okay– so Tony is using the infrared signal which can only be tracked by satellites. The electromagnetic–”

“In english please,” Bucky cut you off with a smirk and you blushed.

“Right, so. What Tony is doing is trying to track them down through the satellite like any other devices but it would take a while because he has to sift through thousands and even millions of signals even if he only focused on one area of the world.” You started as the screen of the phone changed and showed a map. You turned to the table and patted Bucky to move the both of you closer. While he did that, you made grabby hands to his slick black laptop on the end of the table.

You opened it and easily extended your screen. “Since it's stark grade tech, it should be sending frequency differently. A unique one that is solely Stark’s like umm— DNA.” You looked at Bucky, your eyes shining a bit. “As humans, we have unique DNAs that made us, us. Like fingerprints and certain sequences that identify you. Codes in a program are no different, it has one signature frequency or code or data that is unique to its maker. Knowing the old man, his ego couldn’t handle not branding something he owns with his own code.”

Then you furiously type over the laptop until you pull out another map and it keeps zooming in. “So, I just have to identify that code. Luckily, I have a piece of Stark tech with me.”You pulled out your phone screen through Bucky’s phone after punching random keys on it and clicked on an app that Bucky visibly recoiled on seeing.

“Tinder?!” He exclaimed as you looked back at him. His eyes darkened at the knowledge that you have a tinder profile but you, being too caught up, didn't see it. No, he knew you wouldn’t cheat on him, for God sakes Bucky has to convince you to date him let alone being friends with him at the beginning. You would never do that but he suspected it must have been a prank from Sam or even Wanda but before he could berate who forced his precious Foxy to even go through it. A different picture popped up and he raised his brow at the familiar face.

“Yes, did you know Stark owns this shitty app?” You mumbled as you managed to open something on it and then codes appeared on the screen.

“Why do you have Happy’s profile on there?” Bucky can’t help but ask. Happy was Tony’s head of security that is under Natasha’s as well.

“I helped him make one. I don’t even know why he went to me but he said if I manage to snag you, he might as well have a chance if I fix his profile.” You explained as you continue to work on Bucky’s laptop.

Bucky is now baffled. A bit distracted from the situation on hand as he continues to stare at Happy’s Tinder profile.

“We didn’t meet on Tinder. I saw you in my club and is he really comparing himself to you?!”

“That’s what I said!” You exclaimed as you momentarily stopped and looked at Bucky. “Not the comparison but how we met. Despite my protest and explanation, Happy has set it in his mind that it doesn’t make any difference. So yeah,”

Before he could even ask more, you already turned back to the screen and cheered.

“Found it!” and then you were quiet for a while as the only thing that could be heard in Bucky’s office was the clicking of keys on his laptop. Bucky watched amazed as you did your thing.

Though Bucky can’t help but be curious about it, he opens his mouth to ask what is going on but you beat him to it.

“I am trying to find the unique signal now,” you spoke up as you glanced at him with a small smile. “I just felt like you were going to ask me what I am doing, Wolfie,”

Bucky chuckled and laid a kiss on your neck. “You know me so well baby,”

You just chuckled as you continued your work but then you stopped as the screen showed four places. “I think I found it,”

Bucky looked at the screen confused. “Really? That fast?”

You hummed and before he could react more you were calling Stark who picked up the video call without looking.

“I am trying to find it as fast as I can Robocop just– oh.” He finally turned to see you on Bucky’s lap. You waved at him cheerfully while Bucky glared at Stark upon hearing the nickname. “You have my favorite programmer on your lap. Does she have clearance for what we are talking about?”

“She kissed her way in it,” Bucky told him with a smug smile of his. The smile he always has if he had his way with you and Stark immediately gagged.

“Oh God, please don’t make that face. She is like a daughter to me! What the fuck?”

You rolled your eyes at the two of them and decided to interrupt them with your discovery.

“Can we please focus on the topic at hand?” You told them and then proceeded to show your screen to Stark. “I already isolated the signal emitting to your creation. I just need your confirmation on the locations,”

Stark raised a brow as he neared the screen to study what you are showing him. When he realized what it was, both of his brows raised in surprise as he looked back at you.

“You found it this fast?”

You shrugged nonchalantly. “Like it's hard?” You told him and Bucky can’t help but smirk at Stark’s upfront face before he shook his head as he looked back at your data.

“Impressive. Are you sure you are in the right company? I could double maybe triple what Shuri gives you,” Stark mused but you snorted.

“My loyalty can’t be bought Stark. Besides, I like Brooklyn better than Long Island,” you said to him as you leaned back against Bucky’s chest, who happily let you settle against him. “Now please, confirm with us which is your warehouse and which is not?”

“This is really impressive how the hell did you do this–”

“I got it from Tinder,” you told him as if he would get what you are saying and Stark looked at you confused.

“I do own Tinder but what does a dating app–”

“Didn’t you know how to code?” You told him and Bucky is really enjoying this exchange as he saw Stark’s smug ass being brought down.

“Ugh, yes. Why do you think I was able to–”

“Then you should have known that to be able to find your own tech is to find your signature code right? Which is found in your unique code markings? Right?” You spoke as if you were talking with a child and Stark stared at you for a moment before he looked back at the screen.

“So, this is in Chile.” He closed one of the maps completely ignoring what you just said. “Two of these are of course here. One in Long island and One in Manhattan but this one.” He isolated the last one. Bucky tensed as he leaned forward at the same time you did. Stark sent it back to you as you made the image bigger.

“That is definitely not mine.” The three of you looked at it. “And I don’t recognize that place–”

“I think I know where that is,” You spoke up. The two men looked down at you as you clicked a few things as you pulled out another map. This time detailed one and you moved until it made it to Utah. It zoomed a couple times until it landed on a loading dock with numerous warehouses. “There, it's still here in the US.”

“Thank the heavens it's still in the US.” Stark said. “I’ll be sending my drones there and trying to activate the kill switch as soon as possible. I’ll contact you when it's done.”

“And if it didn't push through?” Bucky spoke up before Stark could put the call down.

“Then we have to do it manually in Utah. Up close and personal.” Stark said.

“Then we’ll need to know his next move.” Bucky replied and You sat up as you raised your hand.

“I can do that,” Bucky has a protest on the tip of his tongue but Stark beats him to talking.

“Then, Foxy, here is our plan B. I’ll call again.” Stark said and then the call went down.

The two of you sat there in silence for a while before Bucky spoke up.

“Baby, I can’t ask you to delve further on this man.” Bucky said and you turned again towards him. This time you straddled him and sat on his upper thighs as you wrapped your arms around his shoulder while Bucky held onto your waist with his vibranium arm while the other caressed your arm. “I know you trust me to protect you but I don’t want to take any chances.”

“Bucky, I told you. You can’t do this alone and besides if it's dangerous. You did promise to get me away from it. So get me away when things go down– ah ah, let me finish– now, let me help okay? I want to,” You said to him as you laid a kiss on his cheeks. Bucky sighed as he succumbed to it.

“Okay but if things go down. If I told you to go, you will go. You will follow my instructions when the time comes, okay baby?”

“Okay,”

“Good girl,” he can’t help but mumble as he leaned to pull you into a kiss. Savoring your taste and pouring out how grateful he was that he has you now on his side. The both of you kissed for a while now that there is a temporary solution to the problem but then the need for air became a necessity and Bucky had to slow down the kiss.

“I love you,” Bucky can’t help but whisper against your lips. You smiled as you gave him another kiss.

“I love you more,” You answered back with a smirk and Bucky shook his head.

“Not possible,” Bucky said before surging forward claiming your lips again as you laughed. This time, Bucky intends to deepen it as he pulls your body flushed against him while his tongue swipes against your lip begging for entrance.

Which you happily let him as you whimpered when Bucky’s tongue touched yours. Tasting and savoring you. Though as you subconsciously started to grind your hips against him, you abruptly pulled away leaving Bucky to chase your lips.

“Baby–”

“You never really told me that man’s name,”

Bucky groaned as he leaned forward and pushed you back to kiss him. You indulged him for a minute but then you kept on leaning back.

“Buck–mmmm-need to know–mmmmm-to know—” You whimpered as you felt Bucky’s hands this time kneading your ass. “--Wolfie!” You exclaimed as you pushed him by his shoulders.

Bucky took the hint and leaned away.

“Just tell me his name and then we can move this to the bedroom. Okay?” You told him as you bit your swollen lip. Bucky can’t help but lick his lip as he watches you do it. Though when you noticed this, you whined his name and that made Bucky chuckle.

“His name is Thanos. Happy? Now let’s move this to the bedroom cause baby, I need you.” He finished that sentence as he bucked up his hips. Show you how hard he was in his shorts but then the name finally registered. Your stupid brain who never backs down supplied to you.

“Thanos? Why– Buck–” You squealed as Bucky abruptly stood up with you still in his arms. You wrapped your legs around him as you held on tighter and continued talking. “Thanos? Really? Is that short for something?”

“Nope, that is just his name,” Bucky said but then he frowned as he made his way towards the staircase leading to the rooms. “You know talking about him is killing the mood,”

“We just need to kiss and we will get back into it,” You told him dismissing his frown as you go back to your previous statement. “Thanos? Really? Poor man, his parents really did a number on him with that name. Maybe that’s why he is like this now,”

Bucky can’t help but chuckle as he finally reaches his room. He leaned you against the door first before he opened it as he looked at you. “Yeah, he is a psychopath and does things his way without any remorse.”

“Then we really do have to stop him. I don’t want anything to happen to you,” You told him as you ran a hand through his hair and ended up clutching the back of his neck. You leaned your forehead against him.

Bucky smiled as he clutched you tighter against his body. “You don’t have to worry about me, baby. You know that right? I’m the White Wolf,”

You pouted at him this time and huffed before you leaned away from him. A mixture of disdain and probably irritation filled your face as you pouted at him.

“I know, you are the big bad mob boss but I still worry otherwise. I’m your girl and girls who love their men tend to do that. Right?” You told him with a blush.

“I know baby and I’m so happy you are on my side now” Bucky said as he leaned closer to you. “Let’s go back to talking about everything after I have my way with you. Is that okay?”

You blushed, still not used to how Bucky is so open on wanting you. “Okay, have your way with me Wolfie.” you said in a quiet voice and blushing even harder.

Bucky growled and then howled like a fucking wolf. You can’t help but burst out laughing at his antics before it was muffled with his lips. Thoughts of the enemy out his mind as he crashed his lips against yours. The both of you will deal with Thanos later. Much much later after Bucky is done with you.

Much much later….

Bucky stared at the screen in absolute shock and silence. It would have been comical if he had his jaw slackened but Bucky is still the man that he is. He has an image to protect but still, what he was seeing is so—

“Fucking brilliant,” Sam grunted beside him and he can’t help but nod as he watched it unfold.

Tony failed in switching the killswitch, which prompted you to delve into Thanos and they would be forced to do a manual process. Bucky never realized until later on that programming and coding apparently is not your main skill but hacking. You were a white hat hacker before joining Shuri in Wakanda industries to develop technology that changes the world. A shocking information that you revealed to Bucky before this day.

You managed to get Thano’s digital trails of his possible plans with the Stark tech and how the fuck he managed to get it without being noticed by Natasha’s security. Again, Bucky saw another betrayal but this time under one of Natasha’s people.

Nebula, the head of the security that manages the Warehouse in Queens, is the mole as you manage to pull up dozens of cryptic messages that you were able to decode by the help of Tony who apparently dabbled in hacking too. Natasha immediately took action in getting Nebula and they had her interrogated by Eddie or rather specifically by Venom to get the information they needed.

It turns out, Thanos is going to sell it to Russia at a price that is way more than it should be and plans to use that as leverage to take over the current president of the country. Paving a market for Thanos and enough man power to invade New York and claim Bucky’s reign over it. He even plans on taking Florida which is rumored to house a mob boss named Peter Quill. It was rather personal that involved Thanos’ daughter but it’s a story that Bucky doesn’t exactly care about.

Now that they have the plan, they just need to know how Thanos would transport the tech from Utah to Russia. Which is what is coming to play right now, apparently, you have connections in Utah that is why you reacted that way. It was your hometown, in a way, you grew up there for the most part and that is where you started your hacking expertise.

You explained to them that you are going to infiltrate the main system but in order to do so you need one of the tech activated and one person stationed near to establish the connection. You told it a lot more with complicated terms but Bucky just took what he could understand.

Right now, Natasha and Steve already went when Tony said that he failed to activate the killswitch and was waiting for instructions. Now, all of them are watching in wonder as you bypass every security that Tony placed in his tech and any tech security that Thanos placed to secure the tech.

“How the fuck you managed to snatch her up?” Tony asked Bucky, astonished as you worked in with ease, as if it's just another day at the office. But then Bucky narrowed his eyes at Tony, his vibranium hand clenching into a fist.

“She’s always been a great woman, Stark. She was working with Shuri, who was your business partner for years,” Bucky can’t help but snide at him.

“Why is this woman with you Bucky?” Tony asked again and Bucky growled at that. Before he could contest though, he knew he really did get lucky about you. He was still in that mindset that he would do whatever it takes to keep you.

“Because I love him Stark,” you suddenly spoke up as you looked from your screen towards him with a glare. “And I chose to stay by his side. Now shut up and let me work,”

Tony looked at you with wide eyes. Bucky can’t help but smile smugly at him before turning back to the screen.

“How much longer?” Natasha’s voice echoed inside Tony’s office.

“Just a few more second—”

“We don’t have that, there are five guards coming,” Steve's voice cut them off. You cursed as you moved quickly.

“Done,” you told them and then your hands moved quickly as camera feeds from the Utah warehouse came into view. It changed until you can see Steve and Natasha now trying to avoid the guards.

“You should start doing your thing Tony while I help them to get out,” You told the billionaire who jumped at his feet and sat on his own station.

“We need a way out,” Steve whispered this time. You quickly pull up what looks like a blueprint of the whole warehouse and bite your lip.

“You can exit on the way you came from, you just need a little dis-trac-tion,” as you said the syllable of the word. You clicked enter and it was quiet for a while before you suddenly straightened to Tony. “I do hope your tech is waterproof,”

Before Tony could react, all of you watched as the sprinklers suddenly turned on. The guards scrambled, shocked that the sprinklers were on without any fire alarms.

“Ugh, you should have sounded the alarm.” Sam said and then your eyes widened.

“Shit, I forgot,” you clicked a few more codes and the alarms started blaring. The guards started to curse as they scrambled around and away from where Steve and Natasha were hiding. The two looked at the camera.

Steve with an expression of gratitude while Natasha stared at it as if she could see you with a face that said “Really?”

“Your welcome Natasha,” You told through the comms and Nat just rolled her eyes before she pushed Steve to move. Soon, they were able to come out of there and Tony declared that he was able to have the killswitch activated rendering everything useless. And yes, his tech is waterproof thank you very much.

Bucky just watched in amazement at you and in awe. If it was his way, he would force Thanos to enact violence after violence. Instilling fear and making it clear that he wasn’t to be messed with but now with you by his side. He felt like he had other options now. Another thing for people to be scared of.

His men and women are not about brawns anymore or about their brutal approach. Bucky cannot just destroy anyone physically. He has now the ability to destroy even lives and instill fear in this technological advance world now he has you. His baby. His queen. The love of his life. His foxy.

And as you looked back at him with a smile from ear to ear, he felt the burning sensation of the black box he always had hidden in his coat pockets. Something he had been thinking about since the Walker incident. Something that would cement your place by his side forever.

“I told you, we can do it,” You told him as you approached and threw your arms around him. Bucky immediately wrapped his own around your waist to pull you flushed against him.

“You did it. I didn’t even lift a finger baby. This is all you,” Bucky mumbled but you shook your head as you stood in your tiptoes to give Bucky a peck on his lips. Bucky groaned at that and made a move to kiss you again this time but you shook your head. “My Foxy.”

“We did it. We are a team now. You and me. A Fox and a Wolf,” you told him and Bucky can’t help but surge forward, capturing your lips and kissing you like there is no tomorrow.

Yeah, he wouldn't take his time anymore. By the end of this month, he will make you his wife. He is sure of it.

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To the Shadows that Cry Witch /// Chapter 15

Hello! So this chapter's gonna be a bit of a short one. I'm currently at a bit of a crossroads, because I want Gandalf and the dwarves to start showing up, but at the same time I've planned for some character development to happen before they do. So I've had to go back to the drawing board (aka my notes) because I'm struggling to think of what to write for the next chapter - I refuse to let myself spiral into writers block. But I'll make sure you guys have something to read for when I post next week. So I hope you guys like reading this one for now. Enjoy! <3

Summary: Magic was real, but it came at a price. So when two girls end up in the one place they never thought they could reach, strange things began to happen. Good or bad? That's up to them to find out.

Tags: Kili x oc/reader - Fili x oc (POV to be written soon) - Thorin's company × ocs/reader (platonic) - fluff - angst - EXTREME slow burn - crack - Bagginshield

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Warnings: This chapter contains themes related to an animal stalking and attacking the reader, but only goes up to the start of the attack - no injuries are sustained :)

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Selcouth (Definition): Odd, unusual, or extraordinary in appearance, effect, manner. Peculiar not known, seen, or experienced before; unfamiliar.

(Noun / Origin: Archaic / Old English / Sel·kooth)

Like I had done when I had touched the veil that brought us here, I pressed my hand against the polished wood. Silently, I slowly slid my hand across the textured surface, the warm light from the candle casting deep shadows along the groves and carvings, until I reached the narrow gap between the doors. Curving my fingers into the gap, I went to haul the doors open, when I peered through the parting.

My eyes widened, and I took a couple steps back at the sight of a blue glow coming from inside the wardrobe. I then let out a gasp, as a rogue gust of wind blew the windows open with a crash, the curtains billowing as the wind extinguished the one candle in the room, plunging everything into darkness.

It wasn’t long before my eyes adjusted to it all, the glow from the wardrobe bathing the furniture in swirls of blue and white, as if the walls had been replaced by the ocean depths.

Placing the stool down, I turned towards the window, with the intent of pushing the panes shut in an attempt to halt the wind from knocking over anything, only to stop once more as I stared out.

The waxing crescent of the moon bore into my eyes, it’s light searing itself into mind and memory, as if it never wanted me to forget it. I felt myself let go of the window panes, my hands returning to my sides like someone had gently taken my wrists and moved them for me.

I sharply twisted my head to the side, shaking my hands to get rid of whatever came over me, and I faced back towards the wardrobe – any intent to close the windows now long forgotten.

It was as if it was pulsing, the brightness fading in and out slightly, a bit like the veil. But this pulsing was quite erratic, reminding me of when someone runs past a closed door several times, and you catch their silhouette through the gaps momentarily. I noticed it had become more frantic when the moon had appeared, and now the noises had returned.

This time it was more of a rattling, as if something was trapped in a wooden box, and I once again closed the gap between me and the two doors. Picking up the stool again along the way, the adrenaline coursed through me as I brought it nearer to my face, with every intention to defend myself if the worst was to come.

The closer I stepped the louder it got. The rattling now sounding like someone was throwing a large object around, though the wardrobe made no movement. The glowing shone even brighter, the blue turning to a harsh white as I neared the gap between the doors once again, and squinting my eyes as much as I could whilst still being able to see, I peered into the depths – only to let out a shriek.

For an eye was staring back.

Giant and inhuman, it didn’t look solid, almost transparent, itself glowing with the same blues and whites that filled the walls of my room. I managed to make out its giant iris, with slits for pupils, before I was thrown back.

The doors burst open, and a high pitched noise filled the room, piercing my ears before I could put my hands over them, sounding like a mix of an old steam trains horn, and a woman’s scream.

The blue light completely filled the room now, and I watched in horror as a shape barrelled out between the confines of the wardrobe, which no longer contained what was originally clothes, but instead what looked like a gaping portal that went on forever.

But I wasn’t focusing on that, I was instead focusing on the creature in front of me.

It was a large beast, with twisting horns and gnarly gnashing teeth that snapped at the air, and despite not spreading them fully, it’s bony wings spanned the entire room. It stood on four legs, each foot protruding hooked claws that looked like they could cut through the hardest rock. It looked like something that would flatten a mountain, but had shrunk, probably so it could fit in the small room. The ringing noise still stung at my ears, and in my horrified staring, I realised I could see right through it. Not fully, but enough to make out the shape of the wardrobe behind it. My best guess was that it was a ghost, but I had no idea why a ghost beast would want to visit me, and I wasn’t sure if I wanted to find out. It continued to thrash its head about, growling and snarling, until it spotted me.

My breath hitched as it’s two piercing eyes bore into my own, and I couldn’t bear to look away, the fear flooding through me freezing me in my place. The creature lowered its head close to the ground whilst maintaining eye contact, and slowly began to prowl towards me. Its talons dragged along the floorboards, but left no claw marks in the wood. Its mouth opened, revealing its jagged teeth, saliva dripping but evaporating into thin air before it reached the ground. My fingernails dug into the wood beneath them as I continued to stare, paralysed, until the beast was just inches from my face. And with its jaw hanging open, the beast lunged, and I let out a scream, screwing my eyes shut.

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I let out an oof as my shoulder collided with a hard, flat object, and felt my face smush against the cold surface. My eyes flew open, and I was met with a wooden set of legs.

Realising the legs belonged to the chest of drawers by my bed, I scrambled to my feet, stumbling as the dizziness from standing up too quick rushed to my head. After a few seconds of rapid blinking, I was able to focus back in on my surroundings.

My room was how I had left it that evening, but morning light was now streaming through the gaps between the curtains, bathing the room in a warm glow, unlike the cold blue that filled it earlier. I also noticed that the candle I had used to investigate the wardrobe was on the bedside table, where it was originally when I went to blow it out before bed. Speaking of the wardrobe, I spun around to face the doors, the dread I had felt when I saw the eye of the creature staring through coming back tenfold.

I crept over to the furniture, reaching my hand out like I had done previously. With a flash I swung the doors open, only to be met with a dark empty inside, the wooden back wall fixed there like it always had been.

Furrowing my brows, I tried to think about the events. Was it a vivid lucid dream? Where I ended up falling asleep and waking up in said dream? Or was it real? But if it was, that creature would’ve had to knock me out, then carry me to bed like a gentleman, which was the last thing I expected from it. I was knocked out of my thoughts when a flash of brown and red caught my eye, and I looked down.

I let out a gasp at the sight of my trunk sitting in the base of the wardrobe, looking just like how I left it the day we ventured out to Ullswater. My smaller bag laid next to it, and I quickly snatched them both up, afraid that they would disappear if I left them too long. I lugged them across the room and hauled them onto my bed, sliding my hands along the edge of the trunk, landing on the latches. Kneeling on the mattress, I went to push at the locks, expecting the latches to flip open, but I made a noise of confusion as the locks refused to push. Staring, my mind flew back to the hostel were staying at, and a memory of me locking the trunk as a precaution resurfaced. Sighing, I stared at the wall in front of me as I attempted to recall where I had put the keys. My eyes brightened as I remembered, and I pushed myself off the bed.

Swinging the bedroom door open, I strode through the house with haste, only slowing down to say good morning to Bilbo making breakfast in the kitchen. Reaching the other end, I slapped my hand several times against the wood of Kay’s room, listening to the rustling on the other side. A moment passed, before the door was cracked open, and a bleary eyed Kay peeked through.

“Did I leave my rucksack in here?” I questioned rather hurriedly.

Kay nodded, remaining silent whilst sleep was still present in her face. She opened the door wider, gesturing me in and pointing to my rucksack that I had left last night after showing Bilbo our things. Marching towards it, I snatched it up from the ground and placed it down on the chest next to it. I scoured through each compartment and pocket, until I unzipped the last one at the front and stuck my hand in, feeling a familiar set of cold metal keys. Pulling them out, Kay’s eyes zoned in on them, widening in realisation.

“Your stuff – ?” She half said.

I nodded, turning around and speed walking out, Kay hot on my heels.

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to change topics & try to get tumblr back to what we’re about over here i come with questions!!

favorite simon moments/lines. which moments either soft, angry, brave, etc. that really stuck with you from the first go around?

& same for wille! soft, his anxiety, caring, his naivety, his anger, which are the favorites!!

rank the choir scenes!

what do u hope will happen to august/where do u lie w/ understanding/redemption/etc. ?

what’re songs that always remind u of YR/Wilmon? (not from the show)

what’s a scene you’d really love to see between Simon & Wille in S2? literally anything what do u really wanna see/have them do/talk about !! ?

do u think they’ll do another live hillerska choir performance when S2 premieres?

🥰💜 okay also here enjoy simon & wilmon. our cuties. let’s remember the characters we all fell for.

It's been a while since I've got asks like these, and I apologize for me being really slow at answering, but this was a lot! 🫶 (and you know I like to answer in gifs!)... But let's take it from the top and work our way though.

favorite simon moments/lines. which moments either soft, angry, brave, etc. that really stuck with you from the first go around?

It has to be Simon standing up against the rich kids in class. That's when I knew. That's when Wille knew.

& same for wille! soft, his anxiety, caring, his naivety, his anger, which are the favorites!!

As amusing as I find simping Wille, I like vulnerable Wille even more. And him asking Simon to hold him kills me every time. Baby needs hugs and comfort so bad that he straight up asks for it.

rank the choir scenes!

what do u hope will happen to august/where do u lie w/ understanding/ redemption/etc. ?

I really like the August character! He is complex, and I really hope we get to see more of what he is struggling with in season 2. But the thing is, no matter how sorry he is about what he did (I genuinely thinks he regrets it), he can't take it back. It is done, at it will haunt Simon and Wilhelm forever. I have a hard time seeing him redeem himself, but I need a character change in s2 - either for the better or the worse. I would kinda like to see him become worse tbh. Because I feel like Wille will finally stand up for himself, and I need someone he can fight, who will not be intimidated by him.

what’re songs that always remind u of YR/Wilmon? (not from the show)

New song every day lol... Right now Fire on Fire / Sam Smith.

what’s a scene you’d really love to see between Simon & Wille in S2? literally anything what do u really wanna see/have them do/talk about !! ?

I want Simon to be vulnerable so bad. He has been the one comforting Wilhelm over and over (boy needs it, no doubt about it), but Simon deals with so much shit himself and I need him to not be the strong one for a second!! I want him open up. Wilhelm doesn't know anything about what Simon is dealing with, and I need him to, if he is ever to understand Simon.

Another specific scene I would love to see as well, is Wilhelm having an anxiety attack while Simon is present and becoming aware of this side of Wilhelm.

(lol I don't want fluff, I want pain!!)

do u think they’ll do another live hillerska choir performance when S2 premieres?

No. Would be cool, but it would be on a whole other budget now for it to be safe... Would be cool though!! Hope they do something special.

#ask #young royals #wilmon

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stridersshitpost · 8 months

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No judgment here but is the reason you're getting a lot of hate due to affiliating yourself with anti spaces (with the proship dni stuff in bio)? Im not in any of either side of that (im normal lol) but know they can be particularly brutal in bullying people out of their spaces or that they dont feel are "good" or "morally correct" enough.

Maybe you'd just get less hate specifically listing who in that vein you don't want to interact with? It seems like people get the most peace by staying out of it and just curating their spaces without those terms.

Either way i hope people chill and leave you alone about it. Dont let them get you down.

Yeh, you're right about that. Although I have seen many people without receiving that type of hate even if they have a dni in bio and liking problematic characters, or not simply a “proshippers dni”, but a large extensive specific list of dni. But I mean, like, I think that not everyone would feel comfortable having someone who ship things that are not well seen like incest and problematic things. Personally it is too uncomfortable and unpleasant. I just don't want people who enjoy content like this to interact with me.

Of course, no one is the most morally correct. But I just want to get away from those types of people. Without needing to attack or anything, I just block them and that's it. The Dni in my bio is only for that people who enjoy that kind of content understand that this blog is not a place for proshippers.

And the same goes for the people who harass me with those stuff, if people don't like my content or the simple fact that my content is based more on a character like bro strider, if it makes them uncomfortable or displeases them, there is no Nothing is simpler than blocking me or ignoring him, it's much easier than wasting time attacking. Just keep any stupid comments inside u head and move on with your life bud.

I feel uncomfortable with proshippers and it is completely valid, so do the people who dislike my blog. They have every right to not like something. The problem is that people take the fact that I “like” a problematic character just to call me a hypocrite and shit. And there have been many times that I repeat over and over again that I only like his fanon (and healty headcanons) of that character. I don't even defended actions like that or shit to be attacked like that. It's totally ridiculous. I, at least I, do not consider myself problematic to be called a hypocrite. (or also receive “KYS” on my inbox. It's fucking surreal lmfao)

It's not like I did the worst thing in the world to receive something like that. As far as I know I never did any kind of problematic action or supported problematic things. I simply “like” a character and that's it. People get mad easily or are they right? I just don't know, I'm not sure and I don't understand. I'm tired of explaining it over and over again

Regarding the list and things like that, I will keep it in mind. And thanks for the message :)

#TW #KYS MENTION #proship #bro strider #anon #inbox

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vexmilkers · 1 year

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Howdy moon :D

Soooo I’ve never got my own matchup so I’m veeeery excited to read who u gonna match me up with x3

Somehow I wrote much more than I expected to write and I’m so so sorry for that!

About my look, I’m 5'8 I have long dirty blond hair and blue/green eyes and I’m chubby but I also have muscles but you can’t see them cause I always wear baggy clothes + people always assume I’m underage (I’m not lol)

But back to the important informations.

I’m an introvert but warm up to people pretty quick, well, like at least I can talk to them but there’s still this uneasy feeling running trough every single fiber of my body.

I don’t really mind crowds but if I can avoid them I do + I always keep an eye of my surrounding no matter where, because I’m better be safe than sorry.

I’m very loyal and protective over my friends and family and I would do anything for them.

I also never use the term “goodbye” and only “we see us later” cause I’ve lost someone really important to me and since then I’m terrified of losing another person.

I always make plans for my plans just to be safe that if Plan A,B,C and D doesn’t work that I still have a plan E, F, G- and following …

I only trust my best friend to 100% and even though people always say I trust to easily and that I’m naive don’t know that they are terrible wrong cause in reality I always keep in mind that everyone could betray me.

Most of the time I also try to hide my “bad” feelings like sadness or when I’m scared, especially when I have an anxiety attack because I don’t want people to see me as weak, stupid I know.

I also used to hate myself a lot because of bullying when I was younger but eventually I’ve got over it and found peace with the old me.

Normally I’m pretty calm but tend to get a bit over excited/ hyper active when I’m with my best friend (he’s my safe place)

I also like to mother my friends, because just to care for them makes me happy but on the same side I love to get cared for, and if I feel protected and safe I can let my guard down.

I also can be pretty stupid from time to time, for example I don’t realize if someone’s flirting with me and somehow they always say I flirt with them too, I do not ;-; xD

My love languages are quality time, physical touch, words of affirmation and acts of services. I’m also quite touchy, I like to touch and get touched by people I like and I LOVE cuddles.

(Idk if it’s relevant but I only feel attached to men that seem strong, not in the body way but in their personality, I need someone who’s able to let me feel safe and protected.)

To my hobbies

I love to cook, to listen to music (my fav song is safe and sound by Taylor swift), to swim (I really love the sea 0-0) and play to video games.

Again I’m really really sorry and thank you so much for reading ;-; <33

Hello friend !! I’m super excited to write this for you, especially since you’ve never gotten one before!!! Anyways, I hope you enjoy :D

I match you with….

John “Soap” MacTavish

Let me start out by saying.. This man would absolutely adore you the second he gets to see your true personality! You’d definitely catch him with your looks first, he’d be the one to walk up and start talking to you.. But once he sees how amazing you are personality wise, you’d have the man trapped. Honestly, the first time you make a joke with him, he’d give you the biggest, most idiotic grin.

Soap would catch onto you not being the biggest fan of crowds fairly quick. He’d secretly test it out first by bringing you on missions to large areas, once he notices how “extra aware” you get, he’d make sure avoid them with you <3 Or, if you really have to, he’d offer you his hand or arm to hold with a gentle, playful even, smile. (He’d give you a playful little nickname like Guard Dog or something since you’re always aware of your surroundings.)

Just know that whenever you’re on missions with MacTavish, he’s never letting you out of his sight. He’d constantly ask if you’re alright or if theres anything you need, immediately stopping to help you if you do need something. Soap is always thankful to have you with him though, if something goes wrong he knows you have a backup plan! But… He’d much rather keep you safe and away from missions whenever he possibly can. So once he comes back, expect him to shower you with affection and cuddles >:D

Your loyalty goes both ways, since you’re always there for Soap, he’s always going to be there for you ! He’s your golden retriever bf, by your side whenever he possibly can be and will do whatever he possibly needs to in order to keep you safe <3 Since he knows that you have trust issues, he’d work his hardest to prove himself worthy. The man has lots of determination (and might also be a bit stubborn) so, if he has to, he’ll spend months just getting close enough with you to trust him <3

Soap might not be the best with comforting people, but whenever he notices something off, he’ll be the first to ask if theres anything he can do to help. MacTavish would bring you to a quieter or more serene spot before sitting down with you and making sure you’re alright, cuddling and talking to you in order to take your mind off of whatever had been bugging you or calm you down. Although his jokes are quite bad, he’ll tell them to you just to give you some sort of distraction. Soap would make sure you know he doesn’t see your negative emotions as stupid. He’d actually encourage you to tell him when you’re feeling scared or anxious, immediately comforting you after.

THIS MAN WOULD ADORE YOUR SILLY SIDE!!! The first time he sees you hyper he might be a little shocked, he’s not used to it since you’re usually quite calm.. His eyes would get wide before he breaks into the biggest idiotic grin you’ve ever seen. MacTavish would join in with you by telling terrible jokes or teasing you with playful little comments or winks. Soap is quite oblivious sometimes too, if you really are trying to flirt with him it may go over his head the first time :,)

The fact that you have a motherly side would make this man absolutely melt. Seeing you help others and smile just because you know you were able to do something good makes Soap weak in the knees. If you look over your shoulder you’ll see him practically staring into your soul, a gentle little loving smile on his face. Once you get back to him, he will not hesitate to shower you in affection and mumble sweet little things about how caring you are <3 Like I said, since you’re there for him, he’ll always be there to protect you and provide you even just a little comfort.

I said it before but I’ll say it again, Soap adores cuddling you !!! Your love languages go hand in hand, he loves giving you affection and he loves getting affection <3 With quality time?? He’d spend every free second he has by your side ! He wants to make sure his favourite person is safe and happy ofc ! Acts of service goes both ways for you two too, if theres anything you need, he’ll do it without hesitation.

MacTavish would be ecstatic if he had the opportunity to cook with you ! He’d of course be there to help, but don’t blame him if he takes a few seconds just to step back and admire you as you work. He’d be so excited to taste whatever you two had made once its finished, giving you a twinkly eyed grin and some sort of sappy compliment. Oh, and don’t worry about the dishes, he’s got you covered >:D

With music, Soap will gladly listen to whatever song has you in a chokehold for the week. He’ll give you a thumbs up as he listens to it and proceeds to hurriedly add it onto a playlist (yes he has a playlist of songs you like). Hes also the type to sit there and expectantly stare at you as you listen to one of his favourite songs, immediately asking what you think of it once its over.

Pool date?? Absolutely?? Just as a warning, this man will show off his dives (even if they aren’t exactly the most stunning). He’s very confident that he’s actually a pro diver. If you show off something?? Soap would make everyone turn and look because of how loud hes cheering you on. Of course, besides the swimming and most likely some sort of water gun fight, Soap would adore just sitting beside the water with you <3 (If you’re at the beach he’s definitely planning some sort of picnic for the two of you)

AAA VIDEO GAME DATES- He’d absolutely set up two consoles or pcs next to each other so you can sit together and completely destroy other teams in fps’. I hate to say this.. but when this man isn’t being silly with you on some game, he’s extremely competitive- Instead of getting mad and leaving, he’ll start cackling like a madman and throw lighthearted insults (full insults when someone makes you mad at the game). Of course when you’re not being competitive, he’s always up to play some Stardew Valley with you and build an adorable little farm <3

Other Possibilities: Alejandro, Gaz

There you go friend!! I really hope you enjoy :D!!

#matchup 1 #mw2 matchup

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theangryjikooker · 2 years

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Hello there. I saw your post about how people who analyse Jikook being in each other's rooms are unhinged. He he hee! 🤭 I see where you're maybe coming from because sometimes the so-called proof is bullshit or barely there and you have to squint to see it. And other times it's plain speculation. But I just wanna point out that the New Jersey live (pic here as a reminder)

only needed to be analysed because of Jimin's cough. He had this persistent cough that is later heard very clearly even after Taekook are supposed to be the only ones in the room. 👇🏽

So I'm not sending this ask because I was offended; infact, I don't disagree. Sometimes Jikookers can go too far. But can u really blame people for hearing a familiar cough in the bg and wanting to confirm their suspicions?

At the very least its intriguing and its human nature to just wanna know.... of course its okay that u don't care. But I just wanted to say that its not all the time that people who analyse are talking out of their ass 😁

It still makes zero sense to me because whoever is "hiding" is putting in an unusual amount of effort to remain unseen when the rational thing to do is to leave and come back when the live is over. Even casually ending a live together raises less suspicion. What's the point of being secretive?

Supposing they were dating or were intimate with each other during that time, the act of trying to be secretive during a live (and knowing how eagle-eyed Kpop fans historically tend to be), it heavily implies irresponsibility on their part or the assumption that ARMY wouldn't be smart enough to sense something's amiss.

For me, this narrative is an insult to their ability to be professional and knowing when to exercise caution, which is why I have no patience for it.

Amusingly enough to me, analyzers who have to zoom in, slow clips down, isolate audio for the sole purpose of trying to prove something that benefits their agenda remind me a lot of how anti-Taennies moved when they kept trying to disprove the leaked photos. It’s two sides of the same coin.

For clarity's sake, I don't have an issue with people who are trying to draw sensible conclusions of oddities. To cite the example of Jimin coughing, I could understand someone thinking, "Doesn't that sound like Jimin coughing? That could be him," rather than "Doesn't that sound like Jimin coughing? Let me prove all the ways that it is him!" Some people find entertainment in it–and to each their own–but I don’t.

Interestingly, in the Vlive you shared, no one has to do detective work to notice that there were moments of awkward tension between them that you could cut with a knife, and made even weirder because the understood context doesn’t fit the nature of that tension. That feeling is compounded when that tension is stymied as soon as Jin enters the room, even though both he and Jimin were the root cause of Jungkook's poutiness, and something's not adding up. This alone can imply certain things that should satisfy most Jkkrs (e.g., they’re tiptoeing around something that clearly doesn’t apply to Jin), and trying to prove they’re staying in the same room becomes a moot point and ranks exceedingly low on my list of arbitrary Reasons Why Jikook Give Me Heart Attacks.

To conclude, I obviously have an opinion on these deep analyses that really go to all sorts of lengths to prove a ship, but I recognize this and prefer to avoid them. If you or anyone else enjoys partaking in that kind of content, more power to you! At the end of the day, I don’t care about that side of the fandom and will “stay in my lane,” but if you ask me about it, I’ll point blank tell you I find it weird.

#TAJ asks #mrs-monaghan #jikook #kookmin

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izzy-b-hands · 2 years

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harvest, amber, and maize!

!!!! Thank u!!

TW for mental health stuff and a past incident with misogyny involved. The answers weren't gonna get serious but then they did, sorry y'all. If any of u read this all pls have this virtual prize: 🎃

Harvest - what fictional character do you most identify with? Why?

There's a good few on that list, but let's go with a recent one, and the one that'll piss off my regular Izzy Hands hater anon lmaooo. Hey bud, hope ur well! EDIT: ooh enjoy what essentially became my I Love Izzy essay aksjkfngn

Obviously, I mean Izzy. I'm gonna be like brutally honest abt myself now because why not frankly?

Like Izzy, I get left out of shit, or I'm the butt of the joke for being stringent abt rules and getting shit done before fucking around, and then fucking around mindfully if possible (but only with ppl who show they can't do both at the same time. It's a skill, honest.) It's happened since I was very little, and boy howdy you think I would learn right away that this means most ppl will hate u, but my little autistic ass did not! Izzy also apparently has not learned that yet, but I have my fingers crossed for him.

Like Izzy, I pick up the slack where I see it, in the hopes ppl I care abt aren't affected by any issues said slack might cause them. What my clinic job taught me with that, is that you make yourself indispensable and dependable yeah, but then they never promote you and stack more work on you until you break like that oar cracked over Ed's thigh. And that's bad!!! My mental and physical health prove it lmao. For Izzy's sake, I sort of hope something or someone in S2 makes him slow down before he either takes a fatal blow meant for Ed, or has a heart attack from stress.

Like Izzy, I'm not real good with love or affection. I hold a lot but I can't ever seem to figure out how to set it down or share it right with others. Compliments unsettle me before I can remind myself to shut the fuck up and just say thank you for it. I prefer, in work and school at least, to be mostly ignored as proof I'm doing well. Being pulled aside or asked for a meeting is instantly a sign I've fucked up, at least in the first instant lmao. I want to be more comfortable around others and be a better friend, a better son, a better person over all. But I don't know how to do it yet. I'm trying though. I know Izzy might not get that at all in the show, but ngl it would be cool if he did.

I'm noting the negatives mostly here because, like Izzy, the above shit means I've fucked up a lot. I've hurt ppl i didn't mean to, and ruined opportunities for myself. I've hidden from living my life beyond work and caring for others while neglecting myself, sometimes because I feel like that's all I deserve and other times to feel something.

But I'm not totally ruined, and in my opinion neither is Izzy. It'll take work on him as a character and what is in his arc for him to do and be better in any way, but I have a feeling that's not what we're too likely to get. And that's okay too, I'll just be happy for more Izzy aksnkfng. Even if he just let someone give him a hug by the end of the show, I'll take that.

Also, like Izzy, I'm a wonderful shag and I do look fucking amazing in leather 🖤

Amber - share an unpopular opinion that you may have.

Tbh I think the above essay might be it lmaooo

But here's a silly one to contrast the above answer: Ketchup is disgusting. It just is. Tomatoes are only good for pizza sauce, nothing else. Beating the tomato into a pulp and adding water and sugar does nothing good for it unless!! this is in the process to make the aforementioned pizza sauce.

Maize - share the weirdest encounter you’ve had with a stranger on the street.

Tbh my weirdest one is also my scariest one:

Back when I first started at the clinic and before I was out as trans/still wearing fancy dresses to work and heels (now they're an at home thing, not brave enough to wear them out anymore even when I want to)

this older dude started following me, trying to make conversation as I walked from my house to the downtown clinic (approx 12 blocks, through the downtown area of shops/restaurants, all not really open yet cuz it was like 640 AM). He's making me uncomfortable with the topics he brings up, i can only go so fast without outright running and i feel if i do that he'll just grab me. i tell him ill call the cops if he doesn't stop following me (i was dumb and like 19, now i wouldn't bother with the cops or want them involved at all)

i was lying. Back then i had a shitty iphone i hated and never used cuz no one ever called or texted me lmaoo so I lived on my ipod touch instead. this meant i never kept it charged, so it was a brick in my purse.

he met me on block four. He followed me until block eleven.

I kept trying to ignore him while i walked on, knowing I'd be late to open the clinic and fearing that fucking lecture from my asshole manager (fuck u Colette, get help before u manage anyone else)

But he's trying to snag my arm now, holding out his flip phone and telling me go ahead, do it, call the fucking cops! whore, slut, bitch, I'd pissed him off good. He claims he only wanted to find out the time from me, and that was his first question, before he asked if i wanted any company (even if i had, he wasn't my type)

I had passed only closed businesses until then, and i was starting to freak the fuck out. But, i was at block eleven, the clinic was within sight, just over the train tracks. if i could get a little closer to it, i could run and hopefully unlock the employee entrance, get in, and lock it before he caught up

Then, I see a woman cleaning the glass door of the Mexican restaurant a crosswalk and some feet away (it was in a historic train station building and had excellent food because an actual Mexican family owned it. It's since closed, and now a shitty microbrewery is in the building. Im still mad abt it lmaoo).

I bolt across the street to get there, ignoring one honked horn from a truck when i am still ninety percent sure it was not his light anyway, and scare the everloving shit out of this poor kind woman. The door is locked, the guy is now across the street and walking briskly towards us while i beat on the glass, sobbing, and beg her to let me in.

at the last second, she does. she doesn't speak a lot of English, i don't speak much Spanish, but we spanglish the moment and she locks the door once im in, shouting at the dude as he now bangs on it

y'all i wish i could thank that family so much more past what i did that day. The woman, the mom, got me some tortilla chips and water and sat me in the dining area. The dad called the cops, and their two twenty something and mid teen something sons go out the back door and start telling him to fuck off or they'd all make sure the cops took him away. They had no real obligation to even let me in, let alone shelter me more, and they did.

cops show up, and proceed to be cops: useless. They take statements from everyone, then tell the family that im being dramatic and the guy just needed to know the time. one cop asks if i want a ride to work now. I say no thanks, because im now realizing im very late and no one knows where i am/whats happening, and i just want to run the last little bit to work.

Nope, he now insists i ride in the back of his squad car while he lectures me on giving a polite man trouble like that. Before we drive off, the family gives me a wave and the guy that followed me walks off the way he came.

then i went to work, told everyone what happened in tears, got told to clean up and get to work. worked the late part of that day too after a coworker left sick. fkn sucked lmao.

Now my family refuses to let me walk anywhere alone and i feel like a child at 28. I probably shouldn't have told them abt the above lmaooo

#text post #ask box things #fr if u read any of these answers yall pls reward urself for dealing with my rambly manic stoned ass #i tried to write it all as entertainingly as I could so hopefully that helps lmaooo

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