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woso-dreamzzz · 4 months

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Champions League

Hardersson x Child!Reader

Alexia Putellas x Hardersson!Reader

Part of The Big Adventures Universe

Summary: The second time you meet Alexia

The only fun thing about the Champions League this year is that, with Not-Wolfsburg in the final, you get to go back to Sweden.

You love going back to Sweden because it means Morsa doesn't force you to speak English all the time. It also means that you get to have your favourite foods practically on demand at the hotel and it doesn't take ages to get like when Morsa makes them at home.

"Why aren't you playing?" You ask Zećira as you all file out to sit on the bench.

She shrugs. "I think Emma has a plan."

"Momma says Barcelona is very good," You say," But they're in pink."

Zećira chuckles. "Does wearing pink mean that they can't play well?"

You shrug. "I dunno." You think for a moment. "Are the Barcelona girls cool?"

Zećira laughs again as she taps you on the nose. "Don't go turncoat on us," She says," You're a Chelsea supporter, aren't you?"

As you're talking, a deflection from Melanie tumbles into the goal and even you recognise the wince that all of the Not-Wolfsburg girls give. You've got a bad feeling that this won't go the way Momma and Morsa want it to go.

Your interest in the match dims after that until a penalty is given away. Like always when there's a penalty, you perk up and move to stand on Zećira's lap so you can see properly.

Jonna makes sure you don't wobble off and you watch with eagle eyes as Ann-Katrin goes the wrong way and the Barcelona eleven slots it home.

It's fairly impressive to watch and you're filled with that same bouncy energy you always get when you're allowed to watch penalties. It annoys Morsa and Momma, you think, the way that you're most animated watching people take penalties.

At Not-Wolfsburg, that's always when you come to take part in training. Not to shoot your own penalties, of course, but to help save the ones shot at Zećira.

Momma and Sam get some pretty good chances to shoot but it's either not on target or deflected by Barcelona's keeper.

Barcelona get another two goals in the first half and, in your heart, you know that Not-Wolfsburg has already lost so you don't even bother listening to the way the girls on the bench are trying to encourage each other to not give up hope.

But, they all seem to shut up and let everything sink in when Morsa comes beelining towards you when the halftime whistle rings. You're sitting right by the tunnel that all the players are going down.

You get up, ready to take Morsa's hand but she just falls to her knees in front of you and pulls you into the tightest hug of your life. You hug her back, feeling a little bad that the game is going this bad.

A few of the Barcelona girls do a double take as they walk past to their changing room. You're not sure why. Maybe it's because you're so little and Morsa's hugging you so tight.

Momma comes and kneels in front of you too, stroking her hand over her face and pressing her lips to your hair. She murmurs something in Danish that you can't quite hear but it makes Morsa sigh softly before releasing you.

"Sorry," You say to them both," That Not-Wolfsburg is losing."

"It's not your fault," Momma says," Come on. Let's get you nice and fed."

Coach Emma makes you leave the changing room after you've eaten. You know that means she's going to yell. She always makes you leave when she's going to yell, ever since the first time when your English was not so good and it scared you so much that you cried.

So, with your special drink and a packet of Ahlgrens Bilar, you sit outside and press your ear to the wall to try and hear what Coach Emma is saying.

The walls are thick though so you can't hear anything.

You kind of wish that you had gotten your girl-swan out of your bag because you're a little bored without it and you just have to kind of wiggle your legs on the floor to amuse yourself.

Coach Emma's still yelling and you huff and look down the corridor to the big room before the tunnel where a blur of pink is moving out to the pitch.

They're talking in Spanish like when you went to Barcelona last year with Momma and Morsa. You still don't know Spanish so you don't pay them much attention until the sounds of cleats get closer to you and you look up.

A few of the Barcelona girls have approached you, shifting on their feet like they're not too sure what to say.

You don't offer up any explanations to them. You just move to sit cross-legged in front of them and munch on your marshmallow cars. You look down at your packet briefly and then back at the girls, smiling and offering the packet up to them.

It gets smiles from them and a few even take some of your cars. The girl from the beach last year, the one with the dog who is also somehow Barcelona's eleven, crouches in front of you. This time, she doesn't try to speak Spanish at you.

"Your mamas are in there?" She asks, indicating towards the closed door of the Not-Wolfsburg changing room.

You nod.

She nods too. "And you will sit here and not wander, yes? So your mamas know where you are?"

You nod again.

She thinks for a moment. "Can I wait with you? To make sure that your mamas get you properly?"

You shrug. Coach Emma is taking longer than usual to yell at them. "Okay." You move to sit back against the wall again and take a long drink of your special drink. You don't know what it is (Momma never tells you) but it's nice and it's like being cradled up in her arms in Denmark in Momma's momma's house.

The other girls in pink head out to the pitch after beach girl tells them something in Spanish.

"You're going to win," You say simply.

It's clear that she doesn't expect you to say that because she looks at you all weird.

"Momma and Morsa are gonna be sad," You continue, squishing one of your sweets between your fingers," But that's okay 'cause Zećira says that she'll let me play in goal with her no matter what."

"You like playing in goal?"

"Uh-huh. Zećira's teachin' me. She's the best."

"Really?"

"I'm gonna be better though and I'm gonna get Momma and Morsa the Champions League medals they want."

"Princesse."

You look up to see Morsa in the doorway, her hand out waiting for you. Momma's behind her, with a much more friendly face as you approach.

"Putellas," Morsa says," What are you doing here?"

"Just keeping her company," Barcelona's eleven says," I'll...I'll go now." She heads off down the corridor and turns back to wave at you once before disappearing back through the tunnel.

"Momma?" You ask," Why's Morsa angry?"

"Morsa's just having some big feelings," Momma assures you as she walks you out and sets you up in your seat with more snacks, your baby blanket and your girl-swan," And no matter what happens, she's going to need our help with those big feelings later, okay?"

"Cuddles at bedtime?" You ask.

"Cuddles at bedtime," Momma confirms, pressing a kiss to your head before heading off to the rest of the team.

You look nervously at Zećira, leaning against her as she wraps part of her coat around you. "We're going to lose," You whisper," Morsa's going to be so sad."

It goes exactly as you expect and you feel a little wobble in your chest when the whistle goes and you see Morsa look up at the sky like she's trying not to cry.

Zećira helps you down from your seat and you sprint across the field to crash into Morsa.

She's definitely crying now and she drops to her knees and presses her chin onto the top of your head. She keeps repeating the same words to you over and over again. "I'm sorry, princesse. I'm so sorry, princesse."

You can feel her tears drip into your hair and you make sure to squeeze all of your love into the hug. "It's okay, Morsa," You say," I'll get you a gold when I'm older. I'll get Momma a gold too." You look at Momma over Morsa's shoulder. "I promise."

Momma joins the hug too as Morsa cries into your hair. "It's okay, Magda," She says," It's okay."

You stay glued to Morsa's side as Coach Emma brings everyone in for the huddle talk. Morsa's still crying slightly and you offer her your baby blanket for comfort, which she swings around her shoulders and holds like it's a lifeline.

"Momma," You whisper, tugging at her arms as you look nervously at Morsa," Momma, can we go now? Morsa needs cuddles."

"We've got to get our medals first," Momma says," Just a bit longer."

"No! Morsa needs cuddles now!"

"I know," Momma says," Just a little bit longer and we can all go back to the hotel and have lots of cuddles."

You relent briefly though it's not long before you've attached yourself to Morsa and she even carries you up onto the stage to get her medal, which immediately gets put around your neck.

"Is Morsa going to be okay?" You ask Zećira as she pulls you away to go play in goal as the Barcelona girls start getting their medals.

"Your Morsa's going to be just fine," Zećira promises you," She just needs some comfort from your Momma right now so we're going to set up here for a bit."

You look back at Morsa and Momma and then nod at Zećira. "Okay."

Even though she didn't play today, she still brought her gloves and helps you put them on.

"Okay," She says," Now, what's the most important thing when being a keeper?"

"Doesn't matter if it goes in, as long as I try," You reply.

"Good."

She takes little shots at the goal for you to save and then chips one over your head when she notices you're distracted looking at Morsa again.

Both of you completely miss the approaching figure until she stops in front of you.

"Hello again," Putellas says.

"Hi."

Zećira takes a step forward, almost protectively but Putellas doesn't seem to care, kneeling down so she can be your height and peering past Zećira's leg to properly look at you.

She's in a different shirt on now but she's still got the pink one in her hands too. Her medal is around her neck like Morsa's is around yours. She's smiling at you too, holding out the hand with the shirt to you.

You step past Zećira and cautiously reach for it. You hold it in your hand before tugging it over your head. You smile back at her.

"Can I play?"

You look at Zećira, who shrugs.

"Your choice."

You look back at Putellas. "Okay."

She kicks the ball gently at you a few times and smiles every time you make a save. Zećira stays nearby, sometimes approaching to give you little tips or to tie your hair back and adjust your gloves.

Morsa and Momma finally come over a long while later. Morsa's finally stopped crying but you don't even try to save Putellas' shot as you approach Morsa to make sure she's okay.

"Better now that I've got you," She says when you ask, heaving you up onto her hip as Momma presses ticklish kisses to your face.

Putellas stands there awkwardly, now completely outnumbered by Chelsea girls.

But Morsa smiles at her, tugging down at your new jersey. "We don't have a wall here, princesse. Why don't you go and stand next to Alexia and we can take your picture?"

You wiggle down and crowd into Alexia's space. She crouches down to your height as Momma takes out her phone. Her hand goes to rest on your shoulder as you beam up at the camera.

"That's being framed," Morsa says.

(It does get framed and put on your bedside table where it's joined over the years with pictures of you with other footballers)

Alexia awkwardly clears her throat. "Can-Can I have a copy?" She asks, almost shyly," I think it would be nice to have one to remember her by when she's the best keeper in the world."

Momma laughs in delight and nods," Put in your number. I'll send it to you."

"Best keeper in the world," Zećira says wistfully as she helps you pull off her gloves," You're going to have to keep training hard."

"She will," Morsa says," She's going to get enough medals to give out to a whole team."

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h8ani · 7 months

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A Gift For You

Pairing: Chifuyu Matsuno x Reader

Anime: Tokyo Revengers

Word Count: 1.5k

Warnings: Nothing really, Emma isn’t really canon in this, Sano!Reader, fluffy cute as shit, her and Emma argue 🤣 lil sister tingz, afab! reader in mind!

A/N - I just wanted to say thank you @kkittycries for proofreading and helping me revise this because I most definitely would’ve trashed this 😭😭

“God, you’re so in love with him.” Emma says before taking a sip of her drink. She watches you stare off with hearts in your eyes beside her as you two sit by Hina at the shrine. Your eyes were zoned in past Mikey and on the vice captain of the first division, Chifuyu. His focus looking up as Mikey speaks aloud to all of Toman, his body straight and center, you could see his hair sway with the crisp fall breeze that came every now and then.

You weren’t listening as Emma spoke to you, barely hearing the giggle Hina let out until she nudged you to get your attention. “Huh- what?” You look at the two girls who were just smiling at you.

“Stop gawking at your boyfriend and listen to me, we need to talk about your party.” Emma says. Your eyes narrow before turning fully to her. “At least I don’t have a Draken shrine in my room.” A gasp leaves her as she sits up, slamming her canned drink on the ground.

“You didn’t!”

“Oh I did.”

The tension rises as you two stare daggers at each other, Hina uncomfortably clears her throat before speaking up. “No family fighting please! The last time you guys fought you two tumbled down the stairs.”

“That was her fault!” You both say in unison while looking at Hina causing her to shrink up at the outburst.

You and Emma were close in age which more than likely reasoned with why you two argued so much. She was a year younger than you and Mikey yet you out of all of the siblings look the most different. You had darker hair like your older brother Shinichiro and you were taller than both of them as well, standing a few inches taller as your siblings were just under you.

Emma and you were very alike aside from constantly bickering and wrestling around from time to time. You both were really sweet, caring about your friends the second you grow that bond, she has a big heart for those she loves and you’re just a bit more reserved. You’d rather like someone from afar while Emma goes and gets what she wants when she wants it.

You sigh and bring your attention back on the blonde boy you were fawning over earlier. You spend most of the nights you come here with Emma and Mikey doing this, staring from afar and not doing anything but thinking of how cute he is. You’ve been introduced to him when you were younger, always knowing all of Mikey’s friends and most of the members in Toman yet you still knew nothing about him. Sometimes you wish you could trade places with Emma, at least she’d know how to catch his attention. “Hey (y/n)?” Hina speaks up, “do you ever talk to Chifuyu?” She asks.

Your thoughts about said blonde were cut short as you feel yourself deflate. “No...” you mumble, tucking your knees against your chest.

“She’s too scared he won’t even know who she is.” Emma teases, “she’s too chicken.”

“Am not!” You whip around, glaring once again at your younger sister who’s snickering to herself. As much as you love her, you want to tackle her down the stairs once again. The bickering between you two never ceases to stop even once the meeting ends and others pass by you sparing glances at you both.

“Just go talk to him!” Emma shouts

“Who does (y/n) want to talk to?” A voice speaks up from behind you, you turn to see your brother walking up the steps of the shrine with Draken following close behind.

Your mouth drops open slightly, how much did he hear? Does he know of the feelings you’ve had? No, he couldn’t. You’ve only told-

“Oh she wants to talk to Ch-” you whip your head around to send another set of daggers at her, a sly smile spreading across her lips before she can finish her sentence. “No one, she doesn’t want to talk to anyone so nevermind.” She smiles up at Mikey, her attention now settling on Draken as she stands up.

Your eyes stay on your sister as Mikey’s stay on you, a smile threatening to form on his face as he says his next words. “I’ll just tell him to go ahead then leave then.” All three of you girls look at Mikey, curious as to who it was.

“What?” Emma asks while glued to Draken’s side.

“Who?” You raise your eyebrows, curious as to who wanted to speak to you.

A small hum came from beside you, Hina’s features riddled with confusion as to everything that’s been happening. Poor girl.

“Chifuyu, he said he wanted to talk to you but I’ll just-”

“Where is he?” You interrupt making Emma snicker and Hina lets out a small gasp. You rise to your feet and look at Mikey who can’t help but let a smile across his face. “He’s waiting by his bike, better go before you’ve made him wait too long.” You’re gone walking down the stairs before Mikey could even finish his sentence, his head follows you as you keep a steady pace trying to walk too fast to the boy who wants to talk to you.

As he watches you a smile stays formed on his face, seeing his 2 minute younger little sister who’s clearly walking like she’s on a mission was heartwarming. You tried to be tough on the outside despite you keeping everything bottled up and being one of the more sensitive siblings; you’re sometimes the spitting image of his older brother and it does something to him. Yes he’s protective over you, that’s what brothers are for, but with the similarities you give he can’t help but give you a push in life and especially in the love department, god knows Shinichiro needed it.

Your thoughts were everywhere as you made your way towards all the bikes, what did Chifuyu want to talk to you about? Why’d he send your brother out of all people? Did he catch you staring at him? No he couldn’t have you would’ve seen him look back at you there’s no way that’s the reason. But what if it is? Someone else could’ve told him and he wants to talk to you and tell you that you’re a creep. You grab onto your fingers anxiously pulling on them as your mind goes in high gear. If you turned back now you could highjack Mikey’s bike and never look back-

“(y/n).” A voice calls out ahead of you. You glance up and see Chifuyu and realize that you made it to all of the bikes. He smiles at you as he’s leaning against his own, his hands tucked away in his pockets, cheeks a light shade of pink, the weather did drop a bit since being out here. God he was just so cute. You were staring again, no words able to leave your lips as you gawk up at the boy in front of you. Embarrassment quickly takes over once you hear him chuckle. “I wanted to give you something.”

“Huh?” The word came out before you meant for it to as you were snapped out of your mindless stares. “I heard it was your birthday.” He speaks again while standing up from his bike and walking closer to you. You blinked standing there dumbfounded as you put two and two together of what he just said. Did he just say a gift?

He pulls his hands out of his pocket and raises a small necklace up in front of you. It’s a small moon pendant with a little green stone in the middle of it. Your eyes widened upon seeing it and he swore he could see the stars in the night sky sparkle in them, a smile graced your lips as you looked closer. The relief he felt once he saw your smile relaxed him a bit. “I know it’s your birthstone but if you don’t like the color then I could always return it-”

“I love it.” You interrupt while clasping your hand over the pendant. “Thank you Chifuyu. I really do love it.”

“Want me to put it on you?” He asks, you look at the necklace and hand it back to him and turn around, pulling your hair to the side so he can clasp it on better.

The necklace hangs perfectly, it’s not too big but not too small either. You turn around and meet his eyes, he smiles seeing you wear his gift.

“So um I’ve been meaning to actually ask you something.” His cheeks deepen in color as he scratches the back of his neck and chuckles. “It’s stupid really and I’m sure whoever told me is just joking.” You tilt your head in confusion but still nodding nevertheless “Do you stare at me like Mikey says?”

Emma is going to only have a sister soon enough.

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jjsmaybank20 · 1 year

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jenna ortega x gn reader and the premise is that the reader has amnesia and cant remember that they and jenna had a relationship at all so basically jenna has to make the reader remember their relationship and at the end the reader remembers their relationshoip

I Remember

Jenna Ortega x GN!Reader

Summary: You get in a car accident and lose all of your memories of Jenna and your relationship. Can you get them back or will you never remember your fianceè again?

Warnings: Angst with happy ending, R was in a car accident, R has amnesia

Word Count: 1.7k

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You woke up in a strange room, not knowing where you were. Now that you think about it, you couldn't really remember how you got there, or why you were hooked up to a bunch of machines. You tried to sit up, but it caused your entire body to ache.

Suddenly, an unfamiliar woman walks into the room with food in hand. When she sees that you are awake, she practically throws the food to the side and rushes to your bedside. "Oh my god, you're awake!"

You feel like you should remember who she is, but no matter how much you push yourself, nothing comes up. Seeing the apprehensive look on your face, the woman backs up slightly. "Are you okay, honey? It's just me." You scan her face one more time before finally asking, "I'm sorry, who are you?" She laughs before seeing the seriousness in your eyes.

"What do you mean? It's me, Jenna. Your fianceè." You shake your head, making Jenna look even more concerned. "I'm sorry, I really don't know who you are. I don't even know who I am." That makes Jenna begin to freak out, and she calls a nurse into the room.

A woman comes running into the room with a man in a white lab coat, who you quickly figure out is your doctor. Jenna quietly explains what is going on to him, and he looks at you clinically but also with some concern in his eyes. He approaches you slowly with his hands raised, as if you are a wild animal backed in a corner, and he begins to talk.

"Hey there, Y/N. My name is Dr. Kemp, and I am the man who is treating you. Right now, you are in NYU Langone in New York City. You were involved in a car accident and you sustained a head injury that put you in a coma for about a week. We're glad you're safe and awake. Do you remember anything?"

You begin to remember some things, mostly your name and where you are from. Suddenly, the moment that sent you to the hospital comes crashing back. It causes you to begin to panic, which makes the nurse and doctor spring into action. They calm you down and sit you up again, making sure you are okay.

You clear your throat, trying to formulate your words. "I remember some stuff. I can recall my childhood, most things about myself, and the accident. But I really can't remember her. I'm sorry." This makes Jenna choke out a sob, and you look at her with apologetic eyes. You know it isn't your fault, but you wish that you could force yourself to find the memories.

Jenna stands up quickly, muttering something about getting some air before practically running out of the hospital room. You sit there, wishing that you could make things better. If only you could remember.

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"-And they don't remember anything about us. Our entire relationship is gone. We've been together since senior year. They're the love of my life, and they don't even remember me. What the fuck am I supposed to do?" Jenna cries into her phone. On the other end, Emma Myers tries to calm her down. "Jenna. Since when do you just give up? You have so many memories from over the years, so show them to them. Bring them back to us."

Jenna thinks about it before nodding with renewed determination. She quickly hangs up, apologizing and saying that there was something that she had to do. She then ran to her car, quickly driving off towards your house.

Meanwhile, you are sitting in your room, praying that Jenna comes back. You hoped that she wouldn't give up on you, and in the meantime, you would work on getting the flashes of your life back in focus. You sat there, trying to concentrate when Jenna came running back into the room with a posterboard and a box.

You watch her, confused, as she sets her stuff up on the table in front of you. When she pulls some photographs and loose items out of the box, you realize what she is about to do. She stands in front of you before clearing her throat and starting.

"My name is Jenna Ortega. I am an actress, and I am your fianceè. You are Y/N Y/L/N, and you are the love of my life. We met in our freshman year of high school, and we became best friends." She hands you a picture that you quickly realize is the two of you at a young age, standing together and grinning at the person behind the camera.

"I started acting when I was only nine, but I was on this show called Stuck in the Middle when I was twelve. I continued to play that character until I was fifteen, which intersected with when I met you. You were always my biggest cheerleader, and you supported me no matter what. I quickly developed a crush on you, but I could never tell you how I felt. I carried that flame for you all the way through sophomore and junior year, and well into senior year. You had started to flirt with me, more heavily than you normally would, towards the end of junior year, but you hadn't ever done anything. Senior year was when you finally asked me out."

You let that sit for a second before a memory comes back to you.

You were normally a calm, cool, and collected person. That was a part of your charm, and it was what made girls flock to you. You liked the attention, but only one girl could make you weak in the knees and make you lose your indifferent demeanor. Jenna fuckin' Ortega. Your best friend, and your crush since the end of sophomore year.

Until the end of junior year, you thought that there was no way in hell that she would ever like you back, but then you started to notice little things. She would stare at your lips while you were talking, she watched you all the time and when you caught her she would look away, blushing, and whenever you playfully flirted with her she got incredibly flustered.

You decided that you should shoot your shot, and all you could do was hope that this doesn't ruin your friendship.

You sit back for a second with a shocked expression on your face, before you smiled at her. Jenna looks at you, slightly confused, before she realizes what had just happened. "Do you remember?" You smile and nod, before frowning slightly.

"Not everything. I honestly can't remember asking you out. I just remember deciding to. But I remember you, Jenna." Her smile doesn't falter, as she is just happy that you remember her now. She continues on with her presentation, hoping to jog the rest of your memory of your relationship.

"I said yes, and we've been together ever since. We've had our ups and downs, but it's been amazing overall. Now, you proposed to me about two months ago, in our apartment bedroom. We haven't told the public about our relationship just yet, so you couldn't do it in a public space. It was super romantic, so of course I said yes. I was so happy that you wanted to spend the rest of your life with me, and it almost got taken away from us because of your accident. I just need you to remember, because I can't lose you."

You smile tearily at her, before you are hit full force with the weight of your relationship.

Being with Jenna was the greatest thing that had ever happened to you. You realized that you wanted to spend the rest of your life with her, and you quickly decided to propose. Not knowing what ring to get her, you called her sister and Emma to come and help you. They helped you choose the perfect ring to propose with, and you quickly ran home to get set up. You put flower petals on the ground, and you lit candles, and you got fancy champagne and food. When Jenna got home, she saw everything set up, and she was pretty confused.

She quickly walked into your room, where she found you pacing and muttering to yourself in a suit and tie. She cleared her throat, making you whip around and exclaim, "Oh shit, you're early." She gives you a confused look, before looking around and trying to put two and two together.

"Are you cheating on me?" She knows that her question is dumb, and that you would never, but she doesn't know what else to think. The laugh that you let out makes all of the panic in Jenna's body leave, before you step up to her and hold her face in your hands. "I'm not cheating on you, baby. I just..." You clear your throat before getting down on one knee.

Jenna's confusion grows until you pull out a ring and hold it out in front of you. She gasps and begins to tear up. You let out a wet laugh before saying, "I love you more than anything, Jenna. We've been best friends since freshman year, and that has never changed. Sometimes I like to tell people that the only thing that changed about our relationship was that we make out now." That makes Jenna let out a laugh, and you smile up at her. "I want to spend the rest of my life with you. So, Jenna Marie Ortega, will you marry me?"

Jenna nods and exclaims, "Yes! Of course!" You quickly jump up and pull her into a tight bear hug before sliding the ring onto her finger. You then kiss her passionately, making her sigh into your mouth. You were engaged to Jenna fuckin' Ortega.

You stop Jenna quickly before waving her over and pulling her into a kiss. When you pull back, Jenna is now on the hospital bed next to you. You rest your head on hers, and you whisper, "I remember. I remember it all."

You see her smile, and you know that finally, all is right in her and your world.

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bonemarrowbestfriend · 2 years

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alright no one asked but here are my final opinions on the kids. obviously spoilers for the quarry ahead

jacob: super mixed feelings. idiot who ruins everything, but most realistically 18-20yo in his behavior. makes stupid mistakes because he thinks with his dick, but also openly cries and shows fear often which i appreciate. didn’t like how he tried to force emma into a relationship at all, but the “i wish i could tell you i’m sorry; i don’t know what to do” lines were deeply satisfying for me. he was also actually funny to me in a couple scenes which is more than i can say for some of the others. “hhhngng skill”

emma: liked her, then didn’t like her, then was mostly distracted by her awful dialogue and strange mouth animation, not that that’s her fault. i think i understand her to an extent from her conversations with abi—she believes her talent and therefore her value lies in being entertaining, so everything she does has to be some kind of spectacle. unfortunately, it just wasn’t the kind of spectacle i found fun to watch, i.e. flirting with someone despite not reciprocating their feelings, creating drama where it wasn’t necessary, etc

kaitlyn: easily one of my favorite characters. i don’t find her funny at all, but just as it was with emma, that’s more the writers’ fault than anything. regardless, once the lighthearted tone of the night finally dropped and shit hit the fan, i liked her character infinitely more. she’s so clever!! and i love how handy she is. honestly many of the hacketteers wouldn’t have survived if it hadn’t been for her taking the reigns when necessary. what a total badass—and i’d say a semi realistic one, who still exhibits fear and panic

ryan: love this kid. everyone in-game seems to think he’s mysterious and brooding but he’s actually mostly just awkward and shy—at least that’s how i read him. and even though i saw other people getting annoyed with him for pushing back against laura at first, i really admired his loyalty and his sticking to his personal morals until he couldn’t anymore. he helped her in the end anyway, isn’t that telling enough that he ultimately does what needs to be done? also love the headcanon that he’s autistic, i definitely see it.

dylan: right up my alley. slightly annoying smartass? check. actually quite genuine and kind? check. secret genius? fuckin check babe. hard for me to pick a favorite scene of his; i enjoyed watching him interact with the others regardless of who he was with. maybe that’s because i think his dialogue sounds the most naturally human? at least in the playthroughs i observed. i’m also a bit embarrassed to admit i actually found him pretty funny, but let me know if that’s just favoritism lol

abi: sweetheart, but pretty one-note to me. i admired her kindness towards the other characters but i spent most of her screentime feeling bad for her. i think she’s very cute and would’ve been open to seeing more from her, though i suppose i understand why she fell to the wayside a little bit. not everyone needs to be a fearless badass, i can appreciate her role of needing more protection than the others. she felt the most like a typical 18-20yo girl to me.

nick: i guess he seemed like a sweet kid before shit went south for him. obviously i enjoyed watching his behavior change from “baby deer” to “cause for concern” over the course of his transformation. his… let’s call it “food aggression” over abi was incredibly uncomfortable and delightfully creepy to me. i was glad when she pushed him away of course, i just appreciated seeing the progression. besides that i didn’t particularly care for him one way or the other.

max: not gonna lie i love this dude. i unironically find him funny, i appreciate that he wasn’t overly skeptical of laura when she was scared in the woods, and even when he snapped at her he apologized right away calmed himself down. i also liked that he was primarily the one who needed saving. his takes never missed he was always right, they should’ve just gone to the motel and leaving a voicemail is absolutely not the same as calling ahead. love u puppy boy

laura: took me a hot min but i did in fact warm up to her a bit. obviously the mess she got them into was largely avoidable, but seeing as this is a horror game, i won’t fault her for that. i can even admire her stubbornness for the sake of character depth. i also liked her intelligence and resourcefulness, and sort of enjoyed watching her grow more ruthless towards the hacketts in order to save max. corruption in the name of love is what horror is all about baby

#i am open to discuss this further also if anyone wants to defend their besties or call me lame for my faves #(crunching)#the quarry #the quarry spoilers #long post #dylan lenivy #emma mountebank #kaitlyn ka #max brinly #laura kearney #nick furcillo #abi blyg #jacob custos #ryan ezrahler

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I'm gonna have to rewatch this episode a few times cos 'um, excuse me what the actual fuck????

Cate, Catey, Catherine. We're on a break right now. Like, I just can't with her right. I was with her freeing the kids from the woods & telling the security guy to eat his hand, and her point about Marie (and supes) being a product was true; but the whole 'supremacist' speech and then whatever the fuck she was gonna do to Jordan?? Yeaaaa, I'm feeling some kinda way towards her and it's not good, lol.

Although it could be argued that the real fault lies with the adults who were imprisoning, torturing and running experiments on college students, so...

Also the fact that Cate and Sam were the ones who started the whole massacre and yet they're somehow the new guardians of Godolkin ??? Ty-pi-cal. And the fact that the poc were blamed and imprisoned when they were the ones tryna stop the rampage??? One simply has to laugh because otherwise...

Andre's scenes with his father got me. I'm very interested in where they'll take his storyline; the fact that the more he uses his powers the more he's damaging/killing himself. I wish they would have shown more scenes of him struggling after using his powers though, which would explain why he wasn't as useful as others this season.

Emma and Sam. Sam had a bit too much bass in his throat when he was talking to Emma which I didn't like at all. He knows damn well she's been looking out for him when she didnt have to at all. It's giving ill fated lovers - not that one of them necessarily has to die just that I don't think they'll end up together in the long run.

Marie and Jordan. I'm a ride or die for these two; their scenes together were few but impactful. Jordan not stopping Cate/Sam because wifey shook her head?? Love to see it. Marie giving people heart-attacks and blasting off Cate's arm to protect Jordan??? Fucking delightful. Jordan sitting on Marie's hospital bed and waiting for her to wake up? They're married your honour!!! Also can we talk about Jordan dillydallying while walking over to Marie??? It reminded me so much of Rickon in GoT running in a straight line (but at least he fucking ran 🙄) like Jordan????? At least jog a little no?????? Although the way they looked at each other in that scene was fucking cute though. ALSO, Marie did some Katara level blood-bending y'all, I can't wait for her to grow even more into her powers...

I'm not a 'The Boys' watcher so I don't know who that guy at the end was. Is he a good guy, a bad guy??? Either way he feels like someone very important.

Homelander laser beaming Marie and calling her an animal? He needs to die already, he needs to be tortured nice and slow and then die.

#g's thoughts #gen v #marie moreau #jordan li #marie x jordan #limoreau #andre anderson #emma meyer #cate dunlap #sam riordan #i cant believe we're at the end already :(#what am i gonna do with my fridays now????

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tigersullivan01 · 10 months

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Mother figure Alma Peregrine x teen reader - little trouble pt2 Breakfast

“Y/n…..common foxy time to wake up” I hear Miss P say as she gently runs her fingers through my fur over my back, it feels soooo gooood. It’s heaven! Not having someone barging into your room and screaming at you like it’s your fault for everything that exists.

I stretch out fully and yawn.

“Big stretch for a little fox” she says and scoops me into her arms, I’m still groggy and half asleep so I slump in her arms like a bag of water.

“Common little one, time to eat breakfast” she says as she walks downstairs and puts me on an empty chair. I hear people giggling and someone fiddling with my face so I pull back making a face and the giggles intensify.

“Children stop giggling about Y/n morning appearance and start eating, the beds are apparently very comfortable” Miss Peregrine says as the other get back to eating, I only glare halfheartedly at my plate as my brain is not functioning yet. I should probably eat right? That’s what people do in the morning,………..nope I’m sleeping. Falling asleep in a sitting position is not recommended as I fall face first down to the floor, laying in a pile of fur and limbs, still asleep on the floor is not the most comfortable you can be.

Everyone pauses when they hear a thud and Miss P and Emma notices that the seat beside them is empty, as they both scoot their chairs back they see the pile of sleeping fox under the table. Emma laughs and Miss P gasps and crouches under the table to scoop the sleeping mess off the floor and into her lap.

“They’re still asleep?! That’s some intense sleeping if you can FACE-PLANT of your chair!” Millard laughs as Miss P shakes me awake.

“Y/n are you okay? Does it hurt somewhere?” Miss P questions worriedly as i sit up with an even worse bed-head then earlier.

“You’re staying in my lap during breakfast, your tired state is a hazard to yourself” Miss P mumbles before holding a piece of bacon in front of my nose.

Breakfast continues with me in Miss P’s lap being hand fed pieces of bacon and bread. The others seem to have warmed up to me a little more than yesterday, some are even giving me pieces of food from their own plates which is highly appreciated. Later on I have gotten my chore: To catch mice and small animals from Enoch so he can harvest the hearts and other body parts.

Hi sorry it took so long to update. There will be more parts coming in hopefully a short future. Please enjoy- Tiger

#alma peregrine #alma peregrine x reader #mphfpc #fluff

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insertlovelyperson · 3 months

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We talk about this in a disorganized way on here and on the server (and obviously some version of your hc is in your fic) but what do you think the counselors’ families are like? Whose parents are still married, divorced, dead? Who has siblings and who doesn’t? Who’s best friends with their siblings and who has major sibling rivalry?

Great ask! Really interesting to think about since we don’t get a whole lot of insight into the counselor’s families…

Starting off with Ryan since he’s probably the one with the most info in game: absent mother (root of his abandonment/trust issues) and dead father. In his conversation with Chris about animation school (unless I’m mistaken) Ryan mentions his mom but not his dad: “Whether or not I should like, leave my sister with my grandparents… and my mom’s not exactly around so…” I just don’t think he’d be worried about leaving his sister with his grandparents and not his mother if she was still present in his life. And the fact that he doesn’t even mention his dad suggests to me that the man probably died when he was younger, and might be the reason he latches onto Chris as sort of a surrogate father-figure. I think he’d have a good relationship with his sister before camp (outside of standard sibling squabbles), but after the night everything goes down, it becomes strained for a couple of years.

Next, onto a head canon partially brought on by the cut-content leaks: Abi’s parents are divorced (and she’s a middle child of three girls—but that’s just me). It was a nasty divorce the resulted in a split-custody agreement for alternating weeks. She preferred staying at her dad’s house because her mom liked her older sister more than her. And while her dad likes her little sister more, he wasn’t as obvious with the favoritism (that, and she actually has a good relationship with her little sister).

In a somewhat similar vein: Nick is the youngest of three boys that were all born within one or two years of each other. And similar to Abi, he often feels like his parents (happily married, unlike hers) prefer them over him. Maybe the eldest is some star, prodigy athlete and the second eldest is this genius that ends up being valedictorian. And Nick’s just… Nick. And it’s not his brothers’ fault that he feels this way, or even their parent’s favoritism, but he can’t help but resent them a little for it (maybe not helped by the fact the first girl he ever dated broke up with him and started dating his brother, and then his entire extended family made him feel like the crazy one for being upset by that). I could see him making an AITA post on reddit about it and then going no-contact for a year.

Jacob is the baby of the family. I see him having an older sister (older by 7+ years) and a single mom. And while he rolls his eyes and bemoans all the ‘nagging,’ he wouldn’t change it for anything.

Laura strikes me as someone who has an authoritative father and a mother that grins and bears it. And while she loves her mom, she can’t help but sometimes resent her for not sticking up for us. When she’s old enough, she leaves and never looks back. Meanwhile: Max is an only child with a great relationship with his parents. When Laura moves out, she moves in with them and they treat her like their own daughter (in law).

Emma is also an only child, but unlike Max, she has a less than stellar relationship with her parents. I feel like her mom and dad would be really devoted to their work, and while it earns them an extremely comfortable (and wealthy) lifestyle, she can’t help but feel like an afterthought sometimes. That being said, it doesn’t stop them from being overbearing when she needs it the least, and without any siblings to help shoulder the burden that that attention brings... its like a pendulum swinging from each extreme: suffocation or isolation.

I feel like I switch up Dylan’s family dynamic with each new WIP I start. In the first (very, very canon divergent) fic I ever wrote, it was an absent mother and a present (but emotionally distant) father. And while that interpretation is very near and dear to my heart, I feel like it’s not really cognizant of the canon version of him. To me, he grew up in a small town in the midwest as the only child of a pastor. He was in the church choir, attended every bible study, and told everyone who’d listen that he planned on being a youth minister. He was even in the Boy Scouts! As soon as he turned eighteen, he packed a bag, took his cat, and left his parents a note with some things he thought they ought to know about him. He’s pretty sure they never bothered looking for him after that. He thinks they might’ve even told people he’d died.

Kaitlyn is the oldest of four (all brothers), and she has a pretty solid relationship with both parents. Her mom’s a mechanic at a local auto body shop that taught her how to shoot, and her dad’s a mild mannered accountant. She loves them all more than anything (though, she’s the closest with her dad).

In conclusion, Kaitlyn and Max @ everyone else:

#the quarry #dylan lenivy #ryan erzahler #nick furcillo #laura kearney #kaitlyn ka #abigail blyg #emma mountebank #max brinly #jacob custos

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cielsosinfel · 4 months

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don’t lift up your hands, it’s only a warning like blood in the sand, a kiss is a bruise is endurance for then felt the falling collapse and held in a small room of hell don’t lift up your face, it’s all tangled in, it’s always unraveling for control of, to control it, in controlling, to control it in time growing tall, had outlined the realms left to seal them we knocked back the gold, hoping another one could heal them for when did the faulting collapse come back to just kiss your face we raise up the glass, it’s only the Devil you know, it’s only the Spirit you taste for control of, in controlling, to control it a silver line, nobody born bad, no twin of mine left standing take clear at dawn and dark into dusk, a habit formed in wandering a pass, a turn, a season now lost, some badge to earn, some heavy cost a horn, a tusk, an animal wild, no twin of mine still standing could control it, in control of, for control of, to control it

#audio #emma ruth rundle

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vntildavvn · 2 years

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The Quarry | Interview Ending

Abigail

"It was so dark and I couldn't see anything." Abi began, "It wasn't a normal animal but it wasn't human and I couldn't do anything, I tried so hard to help him but it wasn't good enough, I wasn't fast enough." The officer frowns at her in utter confusion, "Abigail..." They trail off and the girl looks up, red clinging to her like a second skin. "You said that it was your friend, Nicholas -" She shakes her head, "Nick, it wasn't him, he wasn't himself, it wasn't his fault." With an unsure sigh, the officer stares, "What wasn't his fault?" It's silent for a moment and Abi finally speaks, "When he was turning into one of those things, he didn't mean it..." She utters out quietly, "He didn't mean it." This time the words sounded more unsure, taunted by her actual thoughts.

Dylan

"What happened to your hand, Dylan?" The question held a hint of concern, unsure if the young man should instead be in the hospital rather than in a dirty interview room for disease to hurt him even more, but Dylan only shrugs and smiles, more of a grimace as he replies. "It's nothing, it's a precaution or was..." He trails off, dazed but alert all at the same time and the officer clears his throat, "What do you mean by a precaution?" The Lenivy boy looks up as if the man had asked something stupid but he replies to him in a calm voice, the most calm he had been all night. "It was the only option, okay? So I wouldn't turn into a werewolf." The officer raises a brow at the words, "Werewolf?" Now he was sure the boy needed to get that wound seen to, it was as if the unsure tone was dismissed by Dylan as he's quick to look around sharply, "What about Ryan? Was he okay after everything? And the others, did everyone else make it?"

Emma

Emma Mountebank was practically rocking in her seat, a look of disbelief as she eyes the officers with judgement. "I am telling you, it was on the island!" Her voice raises in a sharp annoyance, "It chased me and attacked me and I almost didn't get away!" She confirms, "I told you about the photo, the one on my phone, the proof is right there on my camera!" The officer stares with a look that Emma knew meant he didn't believe her, "Miss -" She cuts into his words quickly, "You're not listening to me." Before the officer could say another word, Emma scoffs and leans back into the metal of the chair, "If you aren't gonna even listen to a word I've said then let me go, I wanna see my friends, I wanna see Abi." At least her friends knew what happened was true, at least they believed her when they lived through the exact same threat.

Jacob

"So you sabotaged the van on purpose?" Jacob's eyes are watery, tears wobbling and threatening to slip, he didn't want to be a weak link to them. "I didn't know what would happen, I just wanted another night with her." The officer writes something down sharply, "Who was it?" Jacob did not understand why he asked but he answered "Emma, I wanted to spend more time with her. We had a moment at the lake but it all went to shit..." It fell quiet before the officer spoke, "What do you mean by that?" Jacob sighs at the officer with an irritated glare, "Oh, I don't know, maybe finding a fucking dead body or being caged next to a monster who used to be my friend, you decide!" The officer stares with some curiosity, "Was the body male or female?" Jacob is quick to look up, "I don't fucking know, I was too busy in trying to get the rotor arm, all I know is that it was gross as shit!" The officer speaks into one of the recorders placed on the table, "Please make a note to investigate further..." Jacob lets out an unsettled sigh as the room falls quiet once more.

Kaitlyn

Kaitlyn Ka was nervous but she didn't show it. Her face is blank as she stares ahead, keeping her breathing steadily calm but it doesn't stop the thundering heart that makes her throat close up with anxious waves engulfing her and making her ears ring that she barely hears the officer who asks another question. "The gun used on Caleb Hackett, it has your fingerprints on it. Would you mind explaining why that is?" The brunette looks up with furrowed brows, a sense of outrage that barely manages to be held down against her words, "He was a fucking werewolf! He tried to kill me and Dylan and if Abi hadn't given me the silver shells then I wouldn't be here in this room right now!" It's the officers uninterested stare that makes Kaitlyn shake her head and scoff, "So you intended to shoot him?" The officer twists at her words, trying to tell a story that was anything but true. "No, that is not what I said, you aren't listening to me!" Shuffling in her seat, she sits forward in anger, "I am trying to tell you that I didn't have a choice, I shot him in self defense not knowing it was him and even if I did, I would do it again because he was trying to kill us and he would have if I didn't do what I did!" She stares at the officer with no doubts, remaining silent.

Laura

"What happened Laura?" The blonde was silent for a few moments, lips in a thin line and face blank as she tried to tell a story that needed to be heard. She felt familiar with the questions, the interrogation tactics, observing Travis Hackett over the months and learning a thing or two and knowing what the officer in front of her wanted to know. "I did this to end the curse, I did this to cure Max and for this whole nightmare to end." She says calmly, "A family was found dead, Miss Kearney." The officer replied, "The Hackett family, Constance Hackett was found shot dead, Jedidiah Hackett was strangled until his neck broke, and Kaylee Hackett was found dead in a pool and a few camp counselors have said you were the one who killed her!" It was clear the officer was unhappy with her response but Laura didn't care anymore, "Everything I did was to stop more death from happening, every single thing that has happened tonight was to stop them from causing more bloodshed and tragedy." The officer glared ahead, "And so you stopped it by causing more bloodshed yourself?" Laura glared back, not letting his comments get to her, she didn't care anymore.

Max

"Is Laura okay?" Was his first question unanswered by the officer in front of him and Max couldn't stop his thoughts taking over, about Laura and all that blood, the screams that blurred between fear, waiting hours on that island, isolated and alone. He was no longer alone, stuck in a police station as an officer spoke quietly to him. "What were you doing on the island?" He frowned but answered honestly, "It was to stop me hurting anyone else, to stop me from killing anybody." The officer let her confusion be known, "What do you mean, Max?" He lets a sigh leave him, "When I turned into that thing, into a giant monster, I wasn't in control and so Laura left me there so she could end the curse once and for all." He admits with a weak smile, "I guess it worked..." He trailed off, a look of relief crossing his features that he wouldn't have to ever live in fear of losing control, losing himself to a monster.

Nick

"It was some kind of animal." Nick said quietly, voice low and tired. Covered in red like Carrie White on prom night. "I remember Abi... She tried to - she tried to help me. She never stopped looking out for me even after those things I did and said to her." He admits, guilt all over his face, it's what makes the officer intrigued as she speaks up, "What did you do, Nick?" The Furcillo boy fell silent, he felt sick to his stomach, disgusted by the words he said that were simply not true, words he tried to fight against while this monster clawed its way out and turned him into an evil, a thing that he feared of becoming. "I remember her face, I remember how scared she looked, how upset, how much terror was in her eyes when I -" He stops, "I didn't want to do that, I'd never do that to her, I didn't mean to hurt her." He admits, "But I did, I hurt her. I know I did."

Ryan

Ryan was quiet and still in his seat apart from his left leg bouncing up and down with fear and his eyes wandering the room with paranoia. "We've identified the body of your camp leader, Chris Hackett." The woman's voice was steady as she spoke, "Is there something you'd like to tell us, Ryan?" His frown deepened, "Chris was - he was a good man, he always looked out for me." He let his words go quiet, "He told us to stay inside, I should've listened, I should've convinced the others to stay inside, I should've done more and maybe this wouldn't have happened..." The officer wants to know more and so she pushes at him, "What wouldn't have happened, Ryan?" It fell quiet for a moment before he spoke once more, "The werewolf attacking Nick and Abi, Dylan's hand being cut off, Kaylee..." He trails off before continuing, "Chris never let me down before, he was always looking out for me, it isn't fair, he didn't deserve this. If I just knew the truth, if I'd believed in something I thought was just a story then maybe I could have changed things." The officer in front of him clicks her pen and asks one final question, "What story would that be, Ryan?" He meets her gaze and lets a quiet answer follow, "The Hag of Hackett's Quarry..."

#the quarry #kaitlyn ka #dylan lenivy #emma mountebank #abigail blyg #jacob custos #nick furcillo #laura kearney #max brinly #ryan ezrahler #supermassive games #video games #alternative ending #interview endings instead of that shitty ass podcast #I suck at writing dialogue #but i was bored #and this came to me #definitely until dawn inspired #interviews

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Thank you for the tags @panbuckley @spotsandsocks 🥰

Have some more Bridgerton au. For context this takes place just before Eddie crosses paths with a certain Buckley while out horse riding.

The next morning finds Eddie awake far too early. Judging by the relative silence, the servants haven’t started their day yet. There aren’t any boots scuffling through the halls, muted clanging of pots from the kitchen, or muted conversation and giggling from the stablehands trying their best to flirt with the maids. He’s pretty sure they think he doesn’t hear any of it, but it’s difficult to ignore with his frequent restless nights. Everyone gets their work done, so it’s not like Eddie’s going to come down on them for trying to have a little fun. After all, somebody should be. He closes his eyes, willing his body to be overtaken by the warm, fuzzy tendrils of sleep. Instead, he’s continually greeted by the cherubs, orchids, gladiolus and myrtle painted on the ceiling in various shades of pinks, blues, greens and creams. Through the years he’s studied each petal and feathered wing enough times he could recreate them from memory. Well, if he could paint that is. The image has been there since the estate was built, watching over each generation as they married and grew their own families. One day the house and land will go to Christopher. Eddie can only hope his son is blessed with better fortune than he and Shannon were. When, at last, faint gray morning light begins to creep between the curtains, Eddie breathes a sigh of relief and allows himself to get out of bed. Away from the scrutiny of angelic beings. Unfortunately it does nothing for silencing his mother’s voice running on a loop in his mind, playing back her demands from yesterday’s awful visit. In a desperate rush to clear his head, he hurries through a perfunctory wash and pulls on his riding clothes. At least one of the horses should be ready to go by now. If not, he doesn’t mind doing it himself. Some people think being titled, and having wealth, are enough to be excluded from such mundane activities. Personally, Eddie’s always found it relaxing. Something about the routine of caring for animals that serve him through no fault of their own. They never asked to be here, pulling carriages and equipment. It seems like the least he can do. “Morning, Henry. Emma.” Eddie chuckles to himself as the pair break apart and Henry jogs to catch up with him. “Morning, sir.” “Just Eddie. Please.” “Right. Eddie,” Henry replies as if they haven’t had this same conversation dozens of times, and won’t have it ever again. “Will you be needing the carriage?” “Not until evening. Is Artemis ready?” “Yes, si- Eddie. She’s been brushed down and is ready to go. Will your young one be joining you?” “Just me this morning.” Eddie steps closer to the stalls, taking his time so as not to spook the mare. “Hello there, beautiful. How was your night? Hopefully better than mine.”

It's late, so no pressure @shortsighted-owl @alyxmastershipper @911onabc @buddierights @mysteriouslyyounggalaxy @jesuisici33 @littlebitofdiaz @elvensorceress @monsterrae1 @stereopticons @megsvstheworld @the-likesofus @chaosandwolves @heartbeatdiaz @gentoodiaz if you wanna 💞

#fuck it friday #bridgerton au #now known as...#fic: come close (let me be home)#ta da!#hippo writes

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Wild Child | N.F. (The Quarry) - Chapter Nine

Chapter Summary: Would you be selfish once more or let your dad dictate what he wanted you to be?

Nick Furcillo x Female!Reader (no use of y/n) Warnings: Bugs, Insects, and Cursing (I'm not great at tagging). Reader is an entomologist expert of camp.

Chapters: Prologue, Chapter One, Chapter Two, Chapter Three, Chapter Four, Chapter Five, Chapter Six, Chapter Seven, Chapter Eight

Summers were supposed to be spent halfway across countries. Lounging in beach chairs, eating different cuisines every day, and living the nightlife until you could see the morning sun. Rinse and Repeat. Summer was supposed to be your escape. A small time away from your real life.

Now this year’s summer was spent in Northkill, New York. Somewhere secluded, somewhere where you thought a 5-star hotel would be located. Somewhere you thought you would just be able to laze around, lounge in a sauna, or poolside. Explore the gardens, party in the evening, or just simply get away from your father. An escape.

And yet you are here in Hackett’s Quarry Summer Camp.

Here you are spending your time teaching about insects, giving out guides on what type of species the insects are. Here you are spending your day, looking for different types of butterflies for your collection. Here you are having fun winning in a team-building activity. Here you are tolerating the children you previously called ‘devil spawns’. Here you are stuck eating the simple dishes Nick had prepared for the camp. Here you are having the time of your life in an environment you are not accustomed to. Here you are enjoying the morning view of the lake had given. Here you are having fun with people who you thought wouldn’t be your friends in this lifetime. Here you are, more like the real ‘you’.

And now you stood in the middle of the kitchen wiping your ugly tears. That at first, is a place you’d hate ‘cause it stereotyped women belonging in the kitchen. Now you have grown to appreciate and see it in a better light. Now it is your safe space.

Here you have shown all your faults and flaws, here you have split yourself open, ready to bare it all to the person you knew who wouldn’t judge you. To someone who would listen to you talk for hours, smiling with every word uttered. To someone who made you enjoy the simplest things in life.

Simple things like:

Preparing simple dishes with Nick and washing the dishes together.

Sharing thoughts with Max about what movies would be best for movie marathon day.

Having fun listening to Ryan’s campfire stories and always getting scared shitless of course.

Kaitlyn sings the obnoxious Summer Camp Song that she likes to annoy you with whenever you wake up late.

Being competitive with Jacob whenever there is a sports competition and winning against him sometimes.

Talking with Emma about fashion, and the ‘Fancy Dress’ schedule you share together.

Looking in awe whenever Abi is painting the insects you had provided for her to draw.

Playing pranks on each other with Dylan, and even teaming up to do it to other counselors.

Shared schedules with Laura and her insightful knowledge about animals. Also, the gossip you share together, hidden behind hush whispers.

The silence and calmness of the morning air in Hackett’s Quarry, whenever you wake up early to look at the stillness of the lake.

There you realized that your weird hobbies of adding different insects to your collection weren’t hobbies at all. Those meaningless activities you do in your free time (that’s what your father had called them) are something now you have grown to love. The small act of collecting and taking care of it just like your mother had done, had been a great influence on you. And how those summers you spent with your mother affected what you wanted to be when you grew up. Especially now you got your acceptance letter, you wanted to pursue it even more. This is what you had been dreaming of, your future to become the real you. Something your father had not tainted.

When you calmed down, you stayed in his arms. Unmoving until you wiped your tears with the back of your hands. Rubbing your eyes roughly to prevent yourself from breaking into pieces once more. You laughed.

You laughed at how pathetic and ridiculous you looked. Not realizing you were still in Nick’s embrace; he rubbed your back in small circles.

“There are probably snot and tears there, you might want to change.” You joked, not looking at Nick directly but just pointing at the tear stains on his shirt.

“It’s fine.” He smiled at you. Not even prying about why you suddenly cried in front of him, he was just there comforting you in silence. Giving you something to hold onto, he took the pain away with his soothing hug.

And you felt your heart melt and your stomach flipped on itself. Nick understood what was going on, and he didn’t pressure you to talk. You see Nick didn’t just make you realize to stop and just enjoy even the simplest of things.

So now it’s best in memory — To him taking the onion for you so you wouldn’t cry, giving you a glass of water when you didn’t notice it, cutting fruits whenever your campers get tired, handing you cleaned jars for your insect collection, teaching you how to cook, giving you his shirt when you were half-naked, cooking you dinner even when you both had stayed in the kitchen hours late; and even when you hated doing the dishes, it became tolerable with Nick.

You had found someone you could lean into, something you haven’t done in a long time.

With one last inhale, you faked a smile and tried to wipe traces of your breakdown. There are tears still evident on your cheeks, your eyes were puffy and the tips of your nose as well. You probably resemble a tomato.

“There. Do I look pretty?” You asked him, lifting your eyes to meet him. With an expression you couldn’t read; he looked at you. You felt his hand hovering over your cheeks, wiping faint traces of mascara that lay at the corners of your eyes.

You feel the warmth of his hands, and you almost have leaned yourself to them. But you forced yourself to stay still, to not hurt yourself furthermore. If you had gone in with your desires, the temptation to be held once again, you wouldn’t know what would happen next. You wouldn’t know what you do.

“You always look beautiful.”

You paused. Nick had been looking at you directly. Staring with a certain look in his eyes, unlike the first time that you had met. It almost looked like he was challenging you to it, to look at him the same.

It was you who had looked away from his honey-molten eyes, only that his intense gaze left a make its way to the pit in your stomach.

Was the room too hot?

You were the first to yield only for it to land on his lips.

There were no words, no witty remarks, no sharp wits, or an ounce of confidence. Your heart was thumping wildly on your chest.

This was different. This is uncharted waters, something you haven’t traversed yourself in. You feel yourself swimming in a pool of fire, your mind becomes a jumbled mess, your face overheating and the only distance between you and him are mere inches.

“I—I…” You were stuttering. Tongue-tied with how soft and sincere he had said it.

Slowly he placed his hands back to his sides, and the warmth was gone. You stared at the dishes like it was the most interesting thing you had seen, immediately you submerged your hands in water, ready to splash it in your face as well. Your heart was still pounding, and you couldn’t calm down, you had to walk out of this room. Get another breath of fresh air, somewhere away from Nick.

You washed it quickly and in silence, ready to bolt out once again. You were nervous, almost dropping a plate or three, and Nick was always ready to help you.

“Thank you.” You muttered. It was almost like a wisp in the wind when it left your lips, but nonetheless, he hummed in satisfaction. He understood like he always did.

When both of you were done washing the dishes, you almost forgot your troubles. Nick had replaced your anxieties with the tenderness of his embrace and overall, just being him. While you were both in the kitchen, you were more worried about whether you looked ridiculous after your crying fest, not about your father’s call. He had simply wiped away your worries.

God, you were fucked. You have truly, madly, and deeply have fallen. The great and unmovable you had already raised your white flag; you’d admit to the whole world. There was no saving you from the bottomless trenches you had put yourself. This was you in love. Something you never thought you would feel.

After putting the remaining clean dishes in their respective places, you trail behind Nick. Only this time, your co-counselor could see a glimpse of your features, not the dead-man walking earlier. A sliver of you had come back in that short time in the kitchen, it wasn’t no secret that you were blushing or that you looked nervous, not the fear-stricken nervous earlier more like schoolgirl-crush-nervous. They were ready to tease you and bombard you with questions. They knew you would bounce back like you always did, and it wasn’t no secret that Nick was your cure.

“Did you fuck in the kitchen again?” Dylan teased; both of your eyes widened. Your mouth gaping like a fish, the cogs in your brain weren’t working. You haven’t thought of a comeback to his comment when Nick pointed behind Dylan with a disgusted look on his face.

“Dylan, your camper is eating one of their boogers again, you might want to—” Nick distracted Dylan. Dylan immediately turned around with a horrified look on their face. It did capture the attention of your co-counselors who were more intrigued at how Dylan would handle the situation when the kid accidentally wiped it on him.

Looking at Nick who gave you a small smile and a wink, and you tried to hide your laugh.

Mr. Hackett suddenly called upon his campers for the next activity. You were standing behind Nick, ready to walk with him. While he distracted your co-counselors from even talking to you.

You weren’t ready to answer their questions. Maybe a little bit more time and then you’ll be back to your old self. You just need a little bit more time to collect yourself once more.

Before you could follow them, Laura had gently dragged you to the back of the pack. Worry was written in her the crease of her forehead, looking at you intently.

“Hey, do you want to talk about it?” She softly said. Nick turned around to look at you once more when he realized that you weren’t by his side. You smiled reassuringly at him ‘Don’t worry I could handle it’

“Oh, I’m now okay.”

“You don’t look fine; I can see you’ve been crying.”

“My father called… it’s about my Cornell’s acceptance letter.”

For a minute of silence, Laura was still processing the details. Suddenly you can see the shift of thinking to excitement. She hugged you tightly, and you accepted it. This was the most affection you had received in a day, and you almost melted once again.

“You did it! I’m so proud of you.” She let go of you, grabbing your shoulders.

“I did it Laura.” You softly said.

But your friend knew, something was bothering you and that you don’t look too ecstatic. The tone of your voice was your tell-tale that things aren’t fine at all. You were considering not saying it to Laura, but she deserves to know. She had been nothing but supportive of you.

“He doesn’t want you to take it, doesn’t he?” Laura asked and you nodded. Gulping down a large lump in your throat, you had already cried enough, but it still stings. It still hurts to see you get your dreams crushed.

“I’m sorry.” Laura said, not really knowing what to say next. But only she hugged you tightly and exhaled deeply. You have already accepted your fate.

But you smiled, not the one that reaches your ears, a tight-lipped smile, like it was forced out of you. “You don’t have to apologize for anything, I should never been silly and selfish.”

“No, you’re not.”

She looked at you sadly. But before she could continue what she was saying you walked towards the campers, avoiding her stare.

Laura was left watching you go; you weren’t fine at all. You were hiding, running away once more. Trying to hide your pain in smiles, distracting yourself to numb you from the pain. There stood not a person, but a mere reflection of you acting like everything was just okay.

When Nick realized that you had gone to your campers, talking with them in smiles that couldn’t seem right to him. He frowned, not even realizing Laura had situated herself beside him. You were far away from their conversation, too busy trying to distract and occupy yourself with the task at hand to even hear their conversation or see that they were talking together.

“She’s pretending.” Laura whispered, and Nick nodded.

“Did she tell you what the call was about?” Nick asked, looking at the small blonde beside him. Laura shook her head no.

“No, but I could make enough conclusions to know that she wants to go to Cornell.” Laura commented, arms folded across her chest.

“But she couldn’t.” Nick added. “Could we do something?”

“I don’t think we can. We can’t just change a man’s iron will and he is a difficult person, her words not mine. The decision lies with her, whether she wants to go or not.” Laura concluded.

“Maybe we can convince her? It wouldn’t be hard right?” It almost looked like Nick was grasping at straws, and yet he remained positive. Always thinking about the bright side to making you happy, remembering your talk with him.

‘Oh, I hope whatever course you end up in you’d be happy.’

‘I hope so too.’

It was clear as day, you were happy talking about insects and teaching about them. He could see the fire in your eyes, the genuine happiness you felt whenever you got something to add to your collection. Nick isn’t blind, you were happy here. You were content and he could drown himself in the euphoric sound of your voice, talking about something you truly love.

Even if Nick is afraid of spiders, he would face his fears just to hear you ramble about them. He could tolerate being surrounded by bugs if it meant being close to you. He would be fine with scrolling through hundreds of cookbooks just to teach you every meal and recipe if it meant spending every second with you. He would be okay tasting your cooked meals (they weren’t good, but he would never say that to you out loud) if it means he would be here for those sweet moments. He would be fine walking in the dark towards your respective cabins if it meant you’d be beside him. Hell, he was more than okay washing the dishes as long as it is with you, whether you work in chatter or in silence. He likes it. He loves it. It was those moments, those sweet and intimate moments that are worth loving you for.

At first, he didn’t realize the kind of hold your father had in your life, you had played it with vague sentences and downplaying it all the time. But when you cried in his arms earlier, then Nick truly understood it finally. The weight on your shoulders, the responsibility that you had to carry and live up to your name, and how much it is burdening you. How you wanted to take control of your life, only for it to be snatched away. Nick had heard how heartbroken you sounded, and how hard you tried to put your broken pieces back together.

“I mean… it wouldn’t hurt to try….” Laura pondered “She listens to you Nick, try it and we’ll see.”

With Laura’s advice, Nick was left with one thing in his mind. He would try his damn best to change your mind, to make you realize you can take a hold of your life once again.

He knew you were a tough person to crack, a closed book hidden with chains and locks. He’d talk to you, stare at your eyes like he had done earlier, make you listen. And if it meant to see you smile, one that makes your eyes crinkle in delight, he would crawl to the end just for him to see it again.

You, unknowingly standing there chatting with Jacob, oblivious with the talk your two close friends had in the span of minutes you were gone. You had only seen a split second of their serious talk, but decided to preoccupy yourself elsewhere after all the best medicine for your pain is distraction.

The kids were a good distraction, they didn’t notice the red puffy eyes you had or that you had spent yourself playing with them. It was a sorrowful experience to see the childlike innocence that gathered in their eyes, and you were once a child, you had dreams.

Dreams where your mother was well and alive.

Dreams that consisted of staying together with your mother, not with your father.

Dreams where you spent your afternoon together catching butterflies in her garden, drinking the same iced cold juice she likes to make.

Dreams of graduating with her beside you, smiling proudly.

But you had to grow up, this is real life and most of the time, real life hurts a little too much. Too much you couldn’t handle and hold it in your small fragile hands, hands that were once a child.

“Are you listening?” Emma waved a hand over your face, a worried knot on her eyebrows. You hummed for her to repeat the questions.

“You look so out of it? Are you okay? Did Dylan hand you one of his joints again?” Plastering a smile, you shook your head no.

“Honestly, I’m just so tired.” Exhaling deeply, you didn’t even realize the underlying meaning of your words. Emma frowned, worried that you might be sick again.

“Maybe you can sit this one out, I’ll distract them, after all I’m great at being the center of attention around here.” She reassured you with a pat, and you shook your head no. You couldn’t deal being left alone with your thoughts; you were scared.

“I think I’ll be fine. Thanks.” This time when you walked away, in the corner of your eye, you had seen Emma frowning and crossing her arms across her chest. Clearly, she had seen your act, of course, the theater girl would know what is acting and is genuine.

This time, you tried your best to avoid Nick, Laura, and Emma’s worried glances, if Kaitlyn or Abi noticed your behavior you’d be doomed. With Abi, being too kind, she’d try her best to cheer you up and Kaitlyn’s strong intuition would let you just take the rest of the day off. You didn’t want them to question you anymore, so you approached one counselor who’d probably distract their eyes off of you with their loudmouth.

Dylan wouldn’t notice, right? And besides, you could deflect him easily if he caught a whiff that something is up. Right?

“How are you, booger counselor?” You teased, and he immediately turned around to meet you with a horrified look on his face. Recalling a certain event earlier.

“Just because you have a nice nickname, doesn’t mean you get to call me ugly ones.” He pointed out. “But I’m fine since you asked nicely, I’m clean, Ryan helped me.”

“I’m sure he did.” You teased, trying to avoid the glance from your worried friends halfway across the camp, which Dylan didn’t fail to notice by the way. You were side-stepping to place yourself directly in front of him, avoiding the glances of Nick and Laura.

“Are you up to something, ‘cause if you are I am so not ready to face your dragon that guards your castle.” Dylan raised an eyebrow. You almost choked on your own spit, were you really that obvious?

“No… I just like the shade here. Nicely placed shade. Also, what do you mean by a dragon? Who the fuck is the dragon?” Trying to distract him from questioning you.

“Hmmm, I’m sure you do.” He repeated your tone earlier. “Your dragon, the one who had buried Jacob 6-feet on the ground earlier during tug-of-war.”

You were confused, dragon… and tug-of-war, did he mean Nick?

“You mean Nick?”

“Yeah, your boyfriend.”

“We’re not together.”

“And I’m not the best-looking counselor here. Stop spitting lies, didn’t Nick ask you out already? He said he’d do it by lunch earlier.” With a roll of his eyes, you both stood there for a second. Processing his words.

“What?”

With the look of confusion on your face and you not saying anything back, Dylan then concluded that Nick hadn’t done it yet.

“Oops?” He looked horrified. Darting his eyes between you and Nick. Then he ran away, leaving you alone with your thoughts. Only this time it wasn’t with negative connotations. Even a mile away, everyone could see your face light up bright red, not in anger but flustered.

Now that 78% chance that Nick likes you back just jumped to a hundred. Another positive thing happening in your day. Your day turned a complete 180 degrees with Dylan’s revelation.

In the distance, Nick had been watching you, worried that your mood would turn sour, but in the back of his mind a gnawing thought had been bugging him. Something along the lines of Dylan, not so great secret keeper, and you. When you ran away, Nick had followed you.

Nick had called your name, and you turned around quickly stopping right in front of him. Your face was flushed red as you looked anywhere but at him. Nick’s heart was jumping out of his chest, with Laura’s advice earlier he felt like he could persuade you. Seeing you happy was the top of his priorities and if Cornell was the university made for you then so be it. He’d convince you if it is the last thing he’d do.

“I need to say something…” Both of you said at the same time.

“You go first.” You told him.

With a deep breath, the next words he blurted you didn’t expect. “Fuck your dad’s expectation.”

“Fuck him, you were happy with Cornell so take it. I’ve never seen someone as passionate as you talkabout insects, and those weren’t meaningless activities. Go for it, I know first-hand how hard it is to find something you’d excel at but you… this is your calling. This is you. I don’t want to see you waste your life from something that is never going to make you happy, don’t tolerate it please. I know how hard-headed you are sometimes, and how you go to these intense rambling when you find another insect for your collection. You are happy with taking entomology, that’s why you took an entrance exam because you knew you could do it. This is your calling, so take it please.”

“And I know I’m rambling when I say this, but you deserve it—”

You caught him off with a press of your lips against his. You held his face with both of your hands, kissing him passionately. At first, Nick was blinking, too shocked but when you felt his shoulders relax, he reciprocated and kissed you back as intently as well.

“I do deserve it.” You smiled against his lips, leaning your forehead against each other. You didn’t mind that your confession wasn’t as romantic as you planned, or that you were surrounded by nature or possibly the bees that followed you to the lake, it felt right. It felt perfect, so simple, so right.

“I do deserve to be selfish sometimes, and let me be selfish with you.” You whispered to him. With your hands still holding his face, he gently held your wrist and kissed it softly, looking at you with his brown eyes filled with desire. Sighing everything felt at peace.

“So that’s what has been bugging me. Did Dylan expose my secrets to you?”

“I guess you can say that”

“Nick, I wouldn’t kiss you like this if I hated you. At first, I thought you didn’t like me. I mean, you were always generous. So I wondered if you were interested in me as a girl or something.”

“I’ve been interested in you from the beginning, but I would not lie to your face when I tell you that you scared me a little bit.”

“I don’t bite, but if that’s what you want, I can adapt.”

You teased him as his face went red from the tips of his nose to his ears, he buried his face at the crook of your neck while you laughed.

With his face buried on your neck to inhale your scent: “Did I ever tell you, I liked the way you smell?”

“No, it's probably the pheromones.” You smiled as he embraced you tightly, feeling he was weaving himself to your body with the way he clings towards you. His hands were making small circles of comfort on your waist, touching where your shirt and jeans meet. You felt feverish with his touch, too drunk with everything about him.

“You smell like home to me.” He uttered as he looked at you intently.

“Why'd you say that?”

“We have Philadelphus planted near our yard…”

“You're the only person to get it right.” You kissed him once more, smiling as you felt at peace around him. “Let’s get out of here.” You whispered and felt him drag you in excitement as well.

— EXTRA —

It was morning the next day when you walked inside the lodge looking as bright as the sun. It seemed like all of your worries were forgotten.

“What are you wearing?” Laura asked.

“A hoodie.” You plainly said.

“It's 90 degrees outside and it's summer, aren't you hot.” Laura was suspicious, too suspicious.

“I have colds.” “No, you don’t, no signs of fever.”

“And you look glowing, not sick. Did you fuck in the kitchen?” She exclaimed, her jaw slack with the revelation when you smiled.

“Why is she wearing a hood?” Jacob asked, grabbing a banana right off its basket.

“Oh ‘cause our favorite counselor just got bit by a large insect we liked to call Nicky!” Dylan's voice boomed. The only sound that could be heard was the large smack of a flying object straight at Dylan’s head.

What an eventful summer indeed. a/n: after 6 months wild child is finally finished..... that was quite a long fic. now i have other duties such as ghost waltz and now im back in univ, but let me tell you i had the longest writer's block (ehem not like the first one where it was 2 years before i had written something). i know it feels like it was rushed but wild child was always supposed to end at chapter nine. i never plan on writing until the events of the game because i feel like it would be repetitive to tell the story once more. but am i happy with this ending, yes i am.

the moral lesson is its okay to put yourself first and that i liked the smell of mock oranges. but if you were curious as to what would happen, our dear reader gets bit first. ready to be the sacrificial lamb, with them being unathletic they’d be the first one down.

#the quarry #The quarry game #supermassive games #the quarry x reader #the quarry nick #nick furcillo #nick furcillo x reader #.sd written works

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submissiveking99 · 2 months

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X-MEN

Emma Frost/ White Queen (Anti-Heroine/former Villainess)

Emma Frost is the White Queen. Originally a villain for the Hellfire club, eventually joining the X-Men. She is sexy, she knows it, she flaunts it. A confident smirk on at all times as her telepathy, telekenisis and the ability to turn her body to diamonds makes her a rather tough boss bitch

X-23/ Wolverine/ Laura Kinney (Heroine)

Laura Kinney. X-23. Talon. Wolverine. This young lady has gone by so many names. A clone of Logan, being grown inside the womb of a scientist known as Sarah Kinney. So yeah, she's the Wolverine's daughter. Raised as an assassin, she eventually escaped. For a while she was emotionally dead, very dead on and quiet. She's slowly grown into her own person, and she is is a badass with a cocky smirk

Jean Grey/ Marvel Girl/ Black Queen/ Phoenix/ Dark Phoenix (Heroine)

Jean Grey has had several names. Marvel Girl, Black Queen, Phoenix, Dark Phoenix and more. One of the original five X-Men, Jean was the first 'mother' of the team, constantly in romantic drama because of Logan and Scott Summers. She is simple, calm and caring with some clear confidence

Goblin Queen/ Madelyn Pryor (Villainess/Anti-Heroine)

A clone of Jean Grey made by Mr Sinister. With all of Jean's powers, not knowing her origin, she got married to Cyclops and had a child with him... until Jean came back to life. Pushed away, Madelyn had her emotional weakness and instabilities used and abused by Mr Sinister and hell itself, giving her even more powers and turning her into the Goblin Queen to lead an invasion of Earth.

She has since become the Queen of Limbo and found a form of peace in her life, herself and the X-Men coming to an understanding.

Rachel 'Ray' Anne Summers/ Marvel Girl/ Phoenix (Heroine)

Rachel is the daughter of Scott and jean from the Days of Future's Past comic universe. When the Mutant Kind round up and extermination began Rachel, an already powerful telepath and teleknetic, was handed off to a mad scientist who turned her into one of his 'Hounds'. Tortured and brainwashed, reduced to nothing but an animal and attack dog. Literally dragged around on a chain leash to locate other mutants. Identification scars literally branded into her flesh.

She was conviced and birthed from a Jean who HAD merged with the Phoenix Force, making her almost more powerful than the force itself when trained properly and able to have the self belief to utilise said power. Strong enough that she can literally travel through time with said psionic powers.

She is a confident and playful person. Sassy but knows when to be serious

Storm/ Ororo Munroe (Heroine)

Storm, Ororo Monroe, one very powerful mutant. Seen as a goddess when her weather manipulation powers, she is a valuable leader and friend. The ebony beauty being the shining example of kindness and caring to a fault, almost

Psylocke (Heroine)

Read here

Rogue (either the classic Southern Bell version, or the goth version) (Heroine) (Heroine)

Rogue is one tough bitch. Her powers let her copy people's powers through touch, doing so also 'downloading' their memories because her powers absorb people's souls/life energy through touch. It is all a mental issue, however. One that has been over come a few times over the years. Sassy, fun and confident. I play both the classic comic version and the X-Men Evolution version

Jubilee/ Jubilation Lee (Heroine)

Jubilee is basically Wolverine's side kick, when she was younger especially. A 'mall rat', Jubilee's powers of releasing raw plasma energy almost appears like fire works to the naked eye

After the events of M-Day, Jubilee lost her powers and soon after became a vampire.

Now she is the best of both worlds with no weaknesses

Shadowcat/ Kitty Pryde (either the classic comic nerdy adventurer version, or the X-Men Evolution party girl version) (Heroine) (Heroine)

Wolverine's first sidekick, Kitty Pryde is able to phase her molocules through any solid object. Trained by oh so many people, she has mastered so many skills from sword fighting to being the captain of a pirate ship to hacking super computers without a worry

Magik/ Illyana Rasputin (Heroine)

Illyana is the younger sister of Colossus, she was tragically abducted to Limbo by the malignant Belasco when she was under the X-Men's custody. In the few seconds that passed on Earth, Illyana aged years in Limbo, a process which caused her to master different dark arts. Mentally and physically tortured. Many things happened through her life that ended up with Illyana becoming Queen of Limbo before then ascending even further and becoming their Sorcerer Supreme.

With deep and dark magic, she also has a sword made of her very soul and can teleport through dimensions

Scarlet Witch/ Wanda Maxamoff (Heroine)

Wanda Maxamoff has had a complicated history. A mutant, not a mutant. Related to Magneto, not. Her POWER SOURCE existing, then not. So... here is the super simple way I am playing her. A confident MILF of a woman, and a skilled heroine

Polaris/ Lorna Dane (Heroine)

Lorna Dane is the daughter of Magneto, and inherited his powers of magnetism. Despite seeming very calm and gentle, she is fearless and action focused. Ready to charge in at a moments notice.

Mystique (Neutral)

The mother of Rogue and Nightcrawler, her shape shifting abilities letting her change her appearance to ANY sort of humanoid. She can be very amoral and can be an assassin.

Domino (Anti-Heroine)

Domino is a hero who does not care about what she has to do to get the job done. Bang bang bang. Her powers let her manipulate her own luck. No matter how unlikely, or weird, everything turns out perfectly for her

GwenPool/ Gwen Poole (Heroine)

The info for the hero fangirl is right here

Lady Deadpool/ Wanda Wilson (Assassin/Anti-Heroine)

Look, she is a female Deadpool. And a canon character.

All I am going to say.

If I do this for too long she's gonna start breaking the 4th wall and I DO NOT want to deal with that shit in my bios.

Lady Death (neutral)

Death herself, the embodiment of Death. The one Deadpool loves, the being Thanos obsesses over. She is a friend, a lover, and an upcoming inevitability. A gentle hand to lead you to the next adventure, or a violent blade to force your story to reach its avoided conclusion.

I am using Lady Death from Coffin Comics as a stand in/face claim. Makes it easier.

Total Muses: 18/20

#open smut rp #open to all #open rp #marvel #read rules before interacting #xmen rp #comic rp

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chidoroki · 9 months

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182 Days of TPN - Day 121

Chapter 121: "Isn't This Great"

It's kinda scary how they're so excited about violence and destroying this world, like I know y'all have experienced harsh times here and just wanna live in peace but damn.

When someone as logical as Ray starts to believe in the new plan then you know it's gotta be a more optimal strategy. The Seven Walls is a big bag of surprises on its own anyway so they're not entirely wrong to be skeptical about it either.

I know they're worried for Emma and it's very sweet that they see Norman's plan as a way for her to finally relax after everything she's done for them up to this point, but it's not like she's been doing absolutely everything on her own either. Yeah everyone is following her as their leader, but the whole family is supporting one another as well, whether it's proving food, safety, healthcare or assisting with gathering information about the human world, WM, the Seven Walls, etc.

And yet something about their praise towards Norman kinda bothers me, or at least the timing of it and how they word it. Everyone was just saying how Emma was doing so much for them but now with Norman here, he's gonna do even better "this time for sure." Emma was already doubting her choices back during & after the shelter raid, do we gotta lead her down the same train of thought again? Our girl is doing her absolute best! It's not her fault a few people died while she was in charge.

Words can't express how glad and relieved I am that Ray notices her bluff.

It's such a tiny panel too but I'm glad the anime remembered to include it anyway. Very important for the upcoming chapters.

I love that we get a moment away from all the drama and just see the kiddos all excited as they explore paradise. They definitely deserve some luxury after the stressful trip they enduring to get here.

Affectionately blaming Tag because this is all I can think about whenever I see this panel of Norman.. I still dunno why I find it so funny to this day, but yeah.

It's beyond precious to see the trio play chess together again, even if Ray's acting like their parent. Deep down he knows he can't say no to them. Just give in, sweetie!

I hate this speech bubble so much! Let me see my boy's cute sleeping face!! He's probably feeling so safe and content around his two favorite people in the whole world, I'm certain he's got a big smile on his face as well.

Favorite panel/moment:

The younger kids are so cute when asking Norman which name he prefers. They wanna be so proper and don't wanna make him upset or annoyed by saying the wrong thing. It's so heartwarming to see him drop the facade around his family though.

And they're so relieved by it too! Just to have him act as their older brother again! (Ray actually imagining him as a giant is hilarious.)

Absolutely one of my favorite panels of this lad, not even solely because he's getting tackled and knocked down by so many kids but also with the happy look on everyone's faces.

And I especially love Anna, Sandy & Paula's reactions to finally seeing Norman; from the dramatic pause to their totally shocked expressions. Even Hayato is taken off guard as he's certainly never seen the boss act like this before. (it's a bit odd though because Paula was shown touring paradise with the others a couple pages ago so why is she suddenly surprised here? I know she and the other two were taking care of Chris & Dominic earlier and missed the initial reunion, but whatever.)

Don and I got that same mindset.

#the promised neverland #tpn manga #182daysoftpn #chidoroki used chatter

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sora-hirayth · 6 months

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Tokyo revengers: supposed to protect

✩ Whatever she wanted, Baji did. Burning cars, winning prizes, dating her, so was it his fate or his fault again, that he couldn't protect what was precious to him?

✩ Baji x reader

TW: rape, non-con, trauma, slurs, heavy angst, injured animal

Masterlist

Mikey X fem!reader

Reader / Y/N is called Ray

Mikey wasn't sure whether he was really lucky or really unfortunate, for both of his sisters to fall for his closest and most trusted friends.

First Emma, who fell for Draken and then Ray, who fell for Baji. Now all that's left is Shinichiro reviving himself and marrying Takemichi.

Mikey didn't bat an eye when he found out about Emma and Draken, Afterfall, Draken world take care of her, but Ray and Baji?

"Please let me date Ray, I promise to protect her!" Baji bowed sincerely, praying Mikey wouldn't be against it. He was already on eggshells after what happened to Shinichiro and excluded from Toman meetings, but would Mikey really stop him from asking out his younger sister because of that? If Mikey deemed him unsuitable for her, Baji wouldn't blame him but what could he possibly do then?

"Do you love her?" Mikey asked bluntly, still chewing on his sweets and completely leaned back while he looked around the place they usually held their Toman meetings at. Baji quickly straightened up and answered confidently as he looked up at Mikey. "Yeah, a lot."

Mikey stood up from the stairs, walking up to his childhood friend, who in return looked tense. Was he going to hit him?

"Then I'll leave her in your care." Mikey's smile suddenly softened, finishing his sweets. "Ray would never forgive me if I stopped you anyway."

Two peas in a pod...

"Oh my god, Oh my god, I actually did it!! I actually put the car on fire!!" Ray giggled, looking at the fire spreading in the car.

Baji quickly ran over to her, looking annoyed as he snatched the lighter out of her hand and pulled her further away from the car. "For fucks sake, I told you not to do it without me!" He scolded her, going through his hair. "What if something went wrong?"

Ray giggled, teasing him. "Oh?~ Did I take away your fun?~" she didn't take him serious in the slightest which only annoyed Baji even further. Did he look like a joke to her?

Suddenly, before the trend forks argue further, the car exploded right beside them, making the two teens trip to the ground from shock. Baji shielded Ray while she looked over his shoulder in awe and excitement, "OMG, did you see that Keisuke?? That looked sooo cool! That's what he gets for cussing us out!!"

Baji groaned, knowing full well that the old man whose car they burned would come running out and second now, but still felt a little relief from seeing her so happy even if it was short lived.

"Hey, over there, don't you dare move!!!" The owner of the car suddenly ran towards them from afar.

Baji quickly pulled himself up, before hectically pulling Ray along.

"If you had let me burn the car, we could actually enjoy this right now and not be running!" He yelled.

Ray held her boyfriend's hand as she did her best keeping up, all while laughing her heart out, "It's too late now, let's just run!"

Just looking at her right now, sweating and laughing as she ran, the young man quickly forgot why he was angry in the first place.

"Let's go to the summer festival!" Ray demanded of her boyfriend, standing in front of him with a poster of said festival. 'End the year with a bang' it read, along with a sappy couple kissing like it's their happy end.

"Sounds boring." Baji continued reading his manga, not even bothering to look up his as usual very loud girlfriend.

"Not true! Emma and Draken as well as Takemitchy and Hina are going!" She argued. Ray had already planned all the small stands she wanted to go to up to the point of where she wanted to see the fireworks from. "It'll be real romantic!" She spoke with sparkling eyes, just thinking about standing in front of fireworks and kissing.

"Didn't we go last year already?" Baji groaned as his Manga fell from his hand because Ray jumped on his back, protesting by jumping up and down like a brat. Baji sighed and looked over his shoulder at her. "I'm not going Ray, I kept loosing you in the crowd last year because you didn't listen to me," Baji remembered how he lost her and ended up watching the fireworks all romantically with one of the food stall owners, instead of her, "in fact you never listen to me."

And the chery on top was that on the way back on his bike, Ray held tears back because she completely missed the show all because she got caught up with a stray cat.

"I'll listen this time..." she looked at him quietly for once while giving him unintentional puppy eyes. "I promise." Baji haltet his movements. She did love fireworks a lot, didn't she? Always quietly dreaming about romantic situations.

He rubbed his head roughly, before letting it hang off the bed loosely. "Alright, whatever." he groaned feeling defeated.

Ray squeaked happily and hugged him tightly, "I love you, Kei! I'll quickly tell Emma and Hina!" She jumped down and picked up her phone before finally sitting beside Baji on the bed, all while he stared at her be happy. She was unbelievably simple.

Staring at her, all giddy over a few word Baji couldn't help himself and whisper a short, "I love you," and watching at her stare at him in suprise. A blush crept up her cheeks before she looked down, fumbling with her phone. "I... I love you too." She whispered. Baji chuckled and stood up, ruffling her hair before passing by her. "Always so shy, seriously, when will you open up?"

Watching him walk out the room, Ray promised herself that the day of the festival would definitely be their first kiss.

...destined for hardship

"Keisuke look, it looks just like you!!" Ray pointed to a big black cat that looked angry.

"You picking a fight?" He asked, feeling provoked while looking at that hideous stuffed cat. It had very long whiskers and ugly drawn sharp fangs and slit eyes. Is this how she saw him? Talk about a reality check.

Ray eagerly pulled his arm, looking up at him, "please win that for me, Keisuke!"

It was a simple game of throwing balls at heavy cups, there's no way Keisuke would lose, except that the cat was ugly and he didn't want to see that thing ever again.

"What about another stuffed animal? One that doesn't look hunted?" He commented, making her about to revolt for a moment, but Baji's eyes quickly landet on a stuffed animal on one of the stands, which he quickly pointed out. "What about that one?" He asked and the second Ray saw it, she knew he chose it because it looked similar to Peke J.

Ray looked up to see a small cat plushy along with her boyfriend who was ready to fight to the death for it. Smiling at his resolve, she nodded. "It does look cute, I guess."

"You guess?! Don't say that about Peke J!"

Ray giggled and cheered, watching Baji lose both his money and his cool. She didn't even try stopping him after the third loss, knowing he'll get the cat even if it means beating either the game or the shop owner himself. "Y'know you look handsome right now, right?" Ray smiled, watching Baji grip the sandballs even harder before throwing and finally getting all the cups down. The stall owner got the cat down and Baji turned to Ray with a grin plastered on his face. "Don't I look even more handsome now?"

Ray reddened slightly before softly grabbing the plushy and nodded. She finally got enough confidence and gave her boyfriend a quick peck on the cheek before turning on her heel. One year of dating and this was the closest they had to a real kiss.

Baji grinned from ear to ear as he quickly walked after her. "Where'd all that confidence come from? Will the next kiss be anytime soon?" Ray considered herself lucky that Baji had zero to no sex drive, thus she had enough time to go at her own pace, at times however, Ray wondered if her boyfriend was even interested in her romantically.

"If you–" Before she could end her sentence, Ray tripped just as Baji barely caught her.

"Yo, you good?" Baji asked, helping her stand, only to see her heel broken and on the ground.

"Oh no, how will we walk now?" Ray whined, Baji helping her sit on a bench, while looking slightly annoyed. "Seriously, who in their right mind wears high heels to the summer festival anyway?" He went through his wavy hair, looking around for a store that may sell shoes.

"I do! I wanted to look cute!" She hugged her cat plushy, feeling embarrassed by how she was called out. What if she couldn't stay on the toes long enough for the special kiss? Baji let out a loud sigh before looking at his watch, there was still enough time for the fireworks. Turning back to Ray, he quickly started walking away. "Don't move, got that? I'll go see if there are any shoes I can buy."

Giving him a big nod, Ray pushed her head into the plushy, feeling happy how Baji treated her. She looked at the ground, feeling content with her relationship as she thought about how to kiss him under the fireworks. That would be romantic, no? Their very first kiss and that's exactly why she needed her high heels. There was no-one better than Baji she could ask for.

Lost in daydreaming, Ray felt a soft brush against her ankle before looking down to see a baby kitten meow at her. "My, where'd you come from?~" she smiled foundly, watching it walk past her and meow at her again from afar, however it seemed to have injured one of it's legs. She knew she shouldn't repeat the very same mistake as last year, and yet she watched the kitten meow at her from afar.

"it's just a few steps, I'm sure Baji wouldn't mind..." Ray thought to herself, as she looked at the small kitten meowing at her and without thinking, Ray stood up and tiptoed over to it, deciding to wear her half-broken shoes. The cat kept meowing as it walked behind one of the stalls, before suddenly bolting back, right past her feet. "Oh my, you just can't decide, can you?" Ray smiled while looking at the cat disappear, before her back suddeny hit a broad chest.

Finally having found a pair of shoes, Baji made his way back to his girlfriend, only to find out she took off, yet again.

Feeling very fucking annoyed, Baji ruffled through his hair, starting to contemplate if she even wanted to see the fireworks with him at this point.

A call interrupted his thought process as he picked it up slowly. "What is it Mikey? I'm kinda–" "Where's my sister? Is she with you?" Baji couldn't even explain before getting interrupted. Taken aback by the tone, he continued, eyebrows raised. "What's going on?" Baji looked around the bench Ray sat at, before his eyes suddenly found her small purse and plushy laying a little further away, with a kitten playing with them.

"The guy we beat up last time is looking for trouble," Baji felt his pulse raise. "Draken said they tried getting Emma but failed, watch out if they go for Ray."

Ray was suddenly and roughly thrown against the brick wall, the wind blown out of her as she coughed heavily.

"fuck, she scratched me", the guy who threw her cussed, while another snickerd, throwing her shoes to the side.

"Just be relieved she didn't yell on our way here, that would have been annoying." The guy grinned, sitting down to smoke. There were atleast 10 people on the floor of the abandoned building, and more guarding outside.

All while, what seemed to be their boss, sat and smoked in peace while looking at her from afar. What did he want? Hurt her? Get information on Toman? While their boss slowly stepped on his cigarette and made his way towards her, Ray heard all types to whispers.

"If I had a girl, I'd be in bed when her, not a damn festival. Baji had it coming."

"I heard both his sisters are hot."

"What the fucks wrong with you guys? She's fucking ugly." – "Then fuck her from behind, asshole, stop complaining"

Their boss crouched down in front of her as she kept her head down, part of his men laughing at their crude jokes. "You know what your brother and boyfriend did to one of my juniors?" He suddenly asked. Baji and Mikey never told her anything about their gang life, making Ray curl up more into herself. She shook her head, her voice stuck in her throat. "Look up," He demanded. She doesn't. He clicked his tongue, sounding more annoyed this time, "I said look up before I make you."

It took a minute, before Ray slowly looked up and saw a bandaged up guy, nose broken and one black eye. Baji had a habit of hitting random people on the street, if he felt like it, so did she have this coming then?

Ray balled her hands into fists, voice shaking, "I... apologize on.... behalf of them... If they wronged you..." She paused, taking a breath, "but it wasn't me that... hit you...."

Everyone went quiet. It took a moment before she heard a soft, "look up." Ray slowly raised her eyes in confusion and immediately fell to the floor with her cheek burning, tears welling up in her eyes. Compared to Mikey and Baji, she wasn't used to fights, so just one harsh slap was all it took.

"Who do you think you are, to talk back to me?" he grabed her by her hair, making her look up, as she desperately pushed him away by his chest. "I'm seriously gonna–" He raised his hand again but suddenly went quiet, looking at her now open blouse which revealed her chest completely.

"Boss?" One of the guys asked in confusion.

"How important do you think she is to Baji?" He suddenly asked, looking her up and down while she kept her eyes closed shut out of fear for the next slap.

"I-Im not sure... One of our men said he was rather compliant when he was with her during the festival, docile even, but..."

His boss let Ray fall to the ground before standing up and looking at his men, pulling out another smoke, "she's kinda cute, no?" He mocked, watching her hold back sobs.

The eyes of his men widened in suprise before some of them smiled in interest, "been some time since we've done this, boss," one of them spoke, "we were starting to get bored just now," another said.

Not all knights in shining armors...

Dozens of first division Toman members walked through the festival's crowd of people, pushing some out of the way and all led by Baji.

"Search through everything, she couldn't have walked far on her own." He held her purse and plushy in a tight grip, watching the people quickly stay out of their way.

Chifuyu looked at his friend, feeling worried as he watched him tie his hair. "Baji-san, I'm sure we'll–"

"Chifuyu." Baji interrupted, not saying anything further. The blond looked up, feeling his friends anger before looking away. "Should I have taken her with me?" Baji thought to himself, clenching his teeth, "What if it's already to late?"

"She keeps pushing me but doesn't say no, y'all think she actually wants this?" Ray scartched his chest, hit it, tried to get to his face, but nothing.

"That'd be hilarious," another one laughed, grabbing her wrists and pinning them down.

Ray shook her head, tears streaming down her face but not one word coming out her mouth. Was it fear? Was it a a flight-or-fight reaction?

Her legs hurt from being pushed apart and it felt like she was ripped in half, yet her voice was stuck in her throat.

She felt another harsh slap as her thoughts started to get mixed up, unable to think straight. Wheres Baji? Why does it hurt so much? When will this end? Does Baji know she's gone? Was it her clothes or her makeup? When will this end? Why didn't she just stay home...?

"I'll tell them to stop if you want." Their boss leaned down, smoking right into Ray's face who felt something leak out of her again, making her flinch in disgust.

She was thrown back onto her chest as something forcefully entered her oversensitive cunt again, all while their boss watched calmly.

She wanted this to end so bad. She turned to him, looking at him through her disheveled hair and wet lashes.

He grinned with his cig between his teeth, softly putting his hand to her cheek and going through her hair. "If you say you enjoy this, I promise to tell them to stop."

Ray didn't even register his words as she rocked back and furth into the palm of his calloused hand. She shook her head, only to suddenly feel the peace quicken, throwing her into even more overstimulated pain.

"Don't you wanna go home?" He whispered, feeling his own dick harden just by looking at her fucked out state, while she leaned into his hand. "I'm sure Baji's missing y–"

A moan escaped her mouth, suprising everyone and herself.

"That's the first sound she has gotten out..." the guy fucking her grinned, grabbing her by the hair to pull her back. "...holly shit that was hot, so she does like it!"

Their boss finally pulled her up by her hair and just for the kick of it, he pulled her into a soft kiss, making her arms finally give up as her face fell first into the concrete. Ray felt tears prick her eyes again and a sob made its way up. She didn't like it, she really didn't, so why?

Digging her nails into her palm, she let her face be pressed into the concrete and let out another moan between tears and sobs. "I– ah– l-like this... I... N-ugh, please..." she sobed, feeling a knot in her throat. "I... ah... Please..."

And just as the fireworks went off outside, Ray felt herself come, as a mix of both tears and snot made it's way down her face. Why did she come? Why couldn't she say no? She didn't want this, she knew she didn't.

After what felt like an eternity after death, the door suddenly flew open, revealing an out of breath Baji.

...arrive on time

After that, everything just felt like a dream. She looked at the floor with a throbbing head as more men ran onto the floor after Chifuyu's loud roar for more men.

Ray's ears rang, only able to hear muffled noises of punches, yelling and the especially fireworks.

Someone slowly made his way towards her, almost as if not to scare her and kneeled down infront of her before slowly putting his jacket around her shoulders. Looking up in a haze, Chifuyu looked at Ray in intense sorrow, "B-Baji was searching for you everywhere! He-" Chifuyu clenched his teeth, not knowing how to explain or how to make her feel better in the slightest. Ray looked past Chifuyu, and towards Baji who had blood on his knuckles while he watched one of the men escape, only for more Toman members to run after him. When was the last time he looked so utterly angry?

"Don't let him get away!"

"You're gonna shit blood after this, bastard!"

Chifuyu looked up at Baji who walked towards them and quickly moved aside.

Baji kneeled infront of her, not saying a word. All non-toman members in the room were on the floor bleeding, and those that escaped had members after them, not that it mattered.

Only when Baji softly grabbed her by the shoulders did Ray look into his eyes. He teared up, looking at her with the fireworks still up in the sky.

Ever since Shinichiro died, Baji hadn't shed a single tear and here he was, his throat hurt from holding back just by looking at Ray.

He slowly pulled her into a hug, his hands trembling, not wanting to overwhelm her.

She took a moment before she slowly leaned into his chest, finally after feeling safe enough she let out a sob that then gradually turned into a wail. She didn't say a single word as she softly hit his back, weeping.

"I know, I know... I'm sorry... I'm so sorry..." She should slap him, hit him, anything, he'd take anything, yet even now Ray still loved him too much to slap him. He promised to protect her afterfall.

Chifuyu couldn't hold his tears back just like many other Toman members, who desperately tried to hold it in, all while nobody noticed as their leader had also arrived right at the door.

Mikey quickly sprinted to the top of the floor, slight blood on his cheek as he hectically searched for his sister. After hearing some noise he sprinted up the stairs only to see his childhood friend with blood on his hands, hugging his weeping sister.

"Baji... What?" Mikey said out of breath. He walked towards his team, only to see his childhood friend crying like the day he had killed Mikey's brother, as if it was also him who had killed his sister.

"Mikey... I'm sorry..."

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