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speedycoffeedelight · 2 months

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An Animalistic Disaster

Summery: You recently moved to a cabin in the woods for some peaceful time alone. But that is ruined when somehow a wide variety of different animals invade your space out of nowhere. Was this your Disney princess era or is there something more to it..

Also a crazy killer seems to be also on the loose as of now. And this guy who seems to be your new neighbour seems suspicious. Is there any connection?

(I kinda just had some scenarios made in my mind with the hazbin crew as animals so I decided to write them(◕ᴗ◕✿) )

Master list

CH-1: The fluffy and the winged friend

As you turned the key,the door opened with a click. A gust of dusty air left the cabin as you opened the door. Coughing a little you started to look for the light switch with your hand. Soon you found it and turned it on as light filled the room. It was the kitchen from the looks of it. There was an old stove on the left side of the room,followed by a sink and a countertop.

On the right side was a wooden sofa. It look to be in bad shape as some of its parts had been eaten by bugs.You took a mental note to fix that later. There was a small stool beside the sofa which looked pretty okay. There was also a window above the sink. You went there and opened it to let some fresh air in. There was two more room to explore. You went in the right one.

This time it was a bedroom. There was a queen sized bed on a corner. Alongside it was your wardrobe and on the other side of the room was a chair and a table, all of which you made sure to be moved here before you came. There was a door in there too which you guessed was the bathroom. You went to the window above the table and opened it to let the sunlight in.

The other room was a bit spacious with a small fireplace and some old books with shelves in a corner. There was a lounge there too. Everything looked pretty neat for now.After finishing your tour of the cabin you took a big breath.

You used almost all the money you saved up till now to buy this cabin around the woods. You really wanted to settle down in a quiet place close to nature from your childhood and it just seemed perfect.

"Welp,time to get some unpacking done"

You rolled up the sleeves of your shirt and went to the balcony where all of your stuff were left in a pile of boxes. You crouched down and picked up a box labeled 'kitchen' and started to work.

You took a break at noon to whip something up quick for lunch and rest. The rest of the unpacking was almost done by afternoon,as you didn't have much anyway. You went to get one last box that was left on the balcony. It was a bit bigger then other ones. You went to open it up,but suddenly it started to violently shake.

"What the-"

You quickly took a couple steps back. You don't remember placing something moving or vibrating in that box. At least nothing that would start moving by itself like a blender. Gulping down you you slowly inched to the box again. As you were close to touching the lid, it opened by itself. Being startled,you quickly retrieved your hands as a pair of horns poked through the box.

"Huh?"

Suddenly that something with horns jumped in front of you from the box. It was a sheep, a small fluffy adorable sheep. Following its jump, an ashy moth also flew out from the box and sat on the sheep's horns.

You were confused as hell. How the heck did a whole ass sheep and a big moth get inside your box? It didn't seem like the boxes were open beforehand. But swatting away that confusion,you focused on what to do with the two little creatures in front of you right now.

Your cabin was surrounded by woods on one side and it was far from safe for a little sheep like it. Plus you really wanted to pet it for some reason. Deciding you'll keep it with you for however long You can. You slowly started to get close to it holding out your hand.

The sheep was looking at you curiously and started to walk over to your hand. While the moth seemed to be tensed by you almost.

Slowly the sheep was under your reach. You softly put your hand on it head and began to pet it. The sheep closed it eyes which you think meant it was enjoying it. The moth seemed to be comfortable too now. Looking closer, you noticed the moth was missing one of it's eye. There was a cross where it's left eye should be.

Normally you weren't a big fan of moths. But this one really looked pretty. You mentally cursed whichever thing that made such a cute creature look like this.

Now you slowly tried to pick up the sheep so you can carry it to your room. You had some vegetables left over that you could give to the sheep.

"Hey there darling,come with me. Let's get you some food alright..?"

You spoke in a soft voice attempting to reassure it. But then it hit you that they wouldn't understand your language. You mentally facepalmed yourself right then for your stupidity. But to your surprise,it came closer to you and let itself be picked up. Even looking a bit happy in the process if that was possible. You heart absolutely melted at the sight of it and the soft fur. The moth flew and sat on top of your head.

"Well then, let's get going,shall we?"

You said as you walked back into the cabin with the small sheep in hand and moth on your head. At least you wouldn't feel lonely in this cabin tonight.

(A/n: just trying to get the environment figured out in this chapter and I'm not really good with it:') )

(Also this is already published in both ao3 and wattpad under the same name. But I wanted to publish it here too and see how it goes. The artwork isn't mine!!)

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zedif-y · 2 months

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grips head . zedango parcel au where an impatient zedaph has been waiting for his package to arrive all WEEK and when it finally arrives he SPRINTS to his door to receive it, practically slamming it open-- in a fluffy pink bathrobe with matching slippers, and striped boxer shorts .

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Tango greets him with a smile, practiced ease with a small wave, package on the floor.

"Zedaph Plaze?" He asks, to which the guy— Zedaph nods, near frantic. Tango worries his glasses are gonna come flying off. "Here's your-"

"Where do I sign."

Tango blinks. Gee, someone's impatient.

He hands over his clipboard, fumbles around for his pen. "Just need ya to sign here," Tango says. As Zedaph does, stray blonde curls fall from where they're tied up, a messy bun just a breeze away from falling apart. Door-slamming aside, Tango thinks this guy is actually kinda—

Tango keeps his clipboard, hands over the box with a grunt. "One hell of a package."

"Thanks," Zedaph replies absently, accepting it with way more ease. "You too."

What? "Uh-?"

The door clicks shut. Tango blinks. Again.

Huh.

As he walks away, "That wasn't so bad," He mutters to himself, frowning. "Why does everyone hate delivering to that house so much?"

You're new here, the voice in his head says, sounding suspiciously like Etho. You'll find out eventually.

Tango looks over his shoulder, squinting like he'll uncover some glaring clue if he does it hard enough. He sighs, heads back to his delivery van.

Welp, next parcel!

#tango tek #tangotek #zedaph plays #zedaphplays #zedango #tangzed #hermitcraft #hermitblr #hermitship #hermitshipping #hermitshipblr #mcyt #mcytblr #ryan's writing #im Aware that pearl is in charge of parcels but shhh let me have this au LKJSDGHKJSDGH

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ddollfface · 4 months

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𝐈 𝐃𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐆𝐞𝐭 𝐉𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐬

𝗟𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗦𝗶𝗰𝗸!𝗔𝘁𝗵𝗹𝗲𝘁𝗲 𝘅 𝗮𝗳𝗮𝗯!𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿

"Don't bite your lips, you're so selfish. Lemme do it for you ;)"

Trigger Warnings; jealousy, Cocky!Yandere, manipulation, possessiveness, yandere behaviors, bad writing, hinting at nsfw but doesn't show anything, I had afab!reader in mind but I think it can be gn!reader too If I missed anything, then please let me know ♡ Just some jealousy thoughts about LoveSick!Athlete... As usually, if ya' got any requests/suggestions, then let me know!!! (I'm definitely not running out of steam lol)

Well, you see, LoveSick!Athlete doesn't really get jealous, so to speak. I mean, of course, he does get jealous, everyone does, seeing as it's a normal human emotion. And he's not a complete robot or anything. The thing is, he's just too cocky, too confident in himself to feel it often.

It's a mixture of confidence for you and himself. He's attractive, and he knows it. He's a twenty-one, lean, athlete who can kick anyone's ass if they dared to flirt with you. Though, he never does, seeing as he doesn't see any of these men as threats. Actually, he sees it as comedy, something that makes him laugh. He really pities these guys who think they can get with you, the hottest chick on uni campus. Like, really, what does this guy think he's doing, doll? Does he really believe that a babe like you would fork up your number to anyone? Especially, a guy who's already got a bald spot?

Honestly, he's really mean about it, and sometimes you can't help but feel bad for the guys who approach you. But, come on now, they must be stupid or something to completely brush off the arm that's wrapped around you shoulder. They likely just ignored it, hoping to save their ego, somewhat. They should've just seen it coming, at least, that's how you rationalize it.

He knows you wouldn't fuck another guy for two reasons:

1. First of all, why would you? Especially, when you have the hottest guy around the block. LoveSick!Athlete loves you to death. He makes sure your needs are met. That you're never hungry, thirsty, or needy. Nope, his baby's never left hanging. He's never left you high and dry, the bedroom set aside.

2. Who would hook up with? No, really, I'm serious. LoveSick!Athlete has practically chased off all competition, all you got is him. There's not a second that you're away from him, besides the bathroom. If you got a different class than him, welp he's waiting right out the door for you, ignoring all the whispers from your classmates who gawk at the hockey player.

3. He knows you're busy, he makes sure you are, with all that classwork, trying to get through college in one piece. What a hard worker you are; he's so proud of you. You're far too caught up in your grades and semester hours to be bothered with other men, though he's made sure that he's the only one that stuck around. Don't worry, he doesn't mind your tight schedule. You can't go to a cafe, date, 'cause you have to study? That's okay, what do you want? He'll bring it to your dorm! 'Cause, y'know, he's sweet like that ;)

4. And finally, though this isn't really a separate reason, he made sure that everyone knew ya'll were together. Well, not that you know that. He told all his buddies about you, how sweet you are, and how you're such a good girlfriend. I mean, he knows you guys never made it official, but what's the problem with that? You're practically dating, in his mind. You guys text/call all the time, you go out to eat together, go to amusement parks, and so, so much more. How is that not dating? Why *wouldn't* you want to date him? You guys would be such a power couple, don't 'cha think, babe? Our babies would be so cute; I hope they have your eyes <;3?"

Huh?

#obsessive love #bad writing #tw; toxic love #yandere oc #yandere oc x you #lovesick #𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙨𝙞𝙘𝙠!𝙖𝙩𝙝𝙡𝙚𝙩𝙚 #𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙚𝙡'𝙨 𝙮𝙖𝙣𝙙𝙚𝙧𝙚'𝙨 #yandere imagines #yandere male #yandere x you #idk what to do #i'm running out of ideas

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ladyluscinia · 6 months

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2x08 Reaction #2

That episode feels like it was fundamentally confused about what it wanted to do or say.

They open with a long (why was it so long?) sequence that positions Edward running away to be a fisherman as the dumbest thing he's ever done in his life. Not for BlackBonnet reasons, either. Like he's explicitly a moron because he has no fucking idea what he's doing or how to live this impulsive normal guy life.

(It's not even really that funny once they start doing the "Pop Pop" dinner scene tbh - it's kind of uncomfortable.)

He gets sent back to the Republic to reclaim being Blackbeard, and idk if the episode itself even knows if this is a good thing or a bad thing. Like the "welp, the one thing I'm good at is murder" vibe in his little rowboat and the Kraken rising out the waves feel bad, but reuniting with Stede and then proceeding to brag about and compliment murder techniques with Zheng is... not that.

And then his (passably) happy ending is... retiring with Stede into a different fantasy impulsive normal guy life that he has no fucking idea what he's doing in. Only that's good this time? Or obviously a monumental fuckup setting up S3 but we're supposed to pretend it's good since we don't want the season ending on a sad note?

We get Izzy making a great speech on how piracy is belonging to a found family of outcasts, and then his dying speech to Edward is about how he encouraged a "darkness" in him to keep him in piracy with Izzy. Izzy's dying sentiment to Edward is that Izzy is not his only family, he's surrounded by a crew who loves him (unclear when that happened), and then Edward moves into an abandoned shack with his boyfriend and Izzy's grave out front while the crew sails away into the sunset very much not surrounding Edward with love.

Stede is seeking pirate validation all episode but also he's done with piracy in the last scene - again: happy ending or disaster we're pretending to be happy about if they cancel? Wow isn't it funny how the realistic hardships of this BlackBonnet ending (moving into a shack together with nothing but unaddressed trauma baggage) will become funny obstacles because muppet logic. Don't think to hard about the guy who died from an accidental bullet to the side with no important organs because this is a pirate story and we needed to symbolically kill piracy in the episode about the pirates surviving to symbolically carry on the inherent goodness of piracy.

Like fuck I am SO confused and not even in a "time to rewatch and suss out the themes way."

Just a "well they've absolutely lost the plot, huh" way.

#our flag means death #ofmd s2 #ofmd s2 spoilers #ofmd 2x08 #ladyluscinia

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incorrect-nevermore · 2 months

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How and why have we not talked about the absolute hell show that would be a genuinely devout religious person ending up in nevermore, like???

Do they think its just purgatory?? Is it just like “Welp, I guess I took the wrong bet.”

Also do we know what the land of dead is exactly?? Is it just like, Hell,,, or what just some place where all dead people hang out, like it’s never indicated that it’s a place where souls go to be tortured or something. It’s just where you go to be fully dead. Maybe it’s just more tests like something to decide whether you go to the good dead place, or the bad dead place.

Also, according to the Raven, the implication is that before the deans arrived souls were free to venture to the threshold to the land of the living the moment after they died and woke up in nevermore, so if canonically reincarnation is a part of the world building here, being a never stopping flow of rebirth. Why is there even a land of the dead?? Were some people at some point, just like

“Nah, I don’t wanna do this again”

“What.”

“I’m done man, I don’t wanna live another life. Imma just stay down this time.”

“Huh. You can do that-“

*THE TRAIN TO THE LAND OF THE DEAD IS SPONTANEOUSLY YEETED INTO EXISTENCE AND YOINKS THE GUY*

“WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT-“

What are the weird soul eating creatures? People who stayed in nevermore too long, instead of going to the land of the dead or the land of the living and overtime, their souls and bodies, just decayed, so now they need to eat new souls to replenish themselves and keep some form of mind??

#nevermore webtoon #lex rambles

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slocumjoe · 1 year

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Companions reactions when Sole finds an abandoned baby and is like, “Welp! No parents, your mine now!” And wants to take them back with them?

Cait; ...okay...she understands that there is something of an obligation to not leave a baby to die, but...does Sole really have to keep it? Surely there's someone else that would like a baby, like a gay couple somewhere. Maybe those lesbians in the DC science center. Or the Ms. Nanny and teacher dude that got married, also in Diamond City. Like...Sole already has a bab—oh. Right.

Codsworth; Gotcha, what are they naming it? He'll sort out the feeding situation while they figure it out, go check shops for baby things.

Curie; Ms. Nanny protocol remnants + Curie naturally having a strong sense of justice = Sole will finally hear Curie say naughty words. They won't understand it if they don't speak French, but Curie is spitting pissed off. If Sole wants that baby, they might have to wrestle it out of her hands. Becomes very mama bear. Fusses over it in incessantly. Will relax once it is in a safe environment, and then Sole can claim it for themselves.

Danse; Goes fucking Terminator levels of bodyguard until the kid is in safe hands, like Curie. If a leaf on a tree moves, he's shooting it. Twitchy and on high alert until they get to a settlement. Sole is already planning on putting a baby room in their house. Very worried. Sole has a lot on their plate, much of it involving travel. Sole is not going to travel with a baby in their arms, fuck no. Pre-BB, suggests taking it straight to the Prydwen. After...surprisingly open to keeping it.

Deacon; Thinks they're straight-up joking. Makes a joke in response. Sole keeps joking, he keeps joking, Sole holds up a baby, Deacon has an aneurysm. Plays 5d chess in his head, planning the safest routes back to a town. Hyperventilating the whole time. Babies are loud. Loud is bad. Sole says they want it. Also bad. Sole. You are a spy. Spies don't have kids. You can't keep it, he's sorry, he knows what it's like, but that kid is safer somewhere else.

Gage; The deepest sigh man has ever achieved. Could have inflated a blimp with it. Okay, yeah, sure. Don't use crotchgoblins as bearbait. He's a raider, but there's...no, no there isn't honor amongst raiders. There is with Gage, though, he has, like, some coupons he can cash in whenever the ol' moral compass stops pointing at money. But...no. No, Sole...no. You don't have to put it back, but you can't keep it. And if they're Overboss? What the fuck are you thinking? What, like Mags is gonna babysit or some shi–why are they looking at him like that.

Hancock; A pendulum of 'chill with it' and 'unchill.' On one hand, SOMEONE GET THE BABY AN ADULT. On the other, WAIT NO NOT HIM, A CAPABLE ADULT. Doesn't matter what relationship he has with Sole. Hancock is getting babysitting duty. Hancock always gets babysitting duty. For some reason, he gets stuck watching kids way too fucking much. It's not that he hates them, it's that he breathes more Jet than air and has a penchant for throwing knives at things when bored. Please for the love of God, keep it if you want, but understand Hancock himself is baby and is not suitable for watching another baby.

MacCready; He's from Little Lamplight. As if he's even gonna blink. Hops on board quicker than Codsworth.

Piper; Sole's probably still in that phase after having their own child, where the hormones go all crazy with kids in general...losing their kid isn't helping matters, either, huh? Regardless of the circumstances, Piper is just going to shrug and do what she can to help. Whoever the parents are, they're either dead or don't deserve it, so...

Nick; Will not rest until he finds parents, dead or alive. If they are alive, has some stern fucking words for them. It'll take a damn good reason for him to take the kid from Sole and give it back to the parents. Will also suggest giving it to a couple who wants kids, but can't have them. Knows quite a few people who'd appreciate it. But not against Sole keeping it. Hope they like Uncle Nick back-seat parenting, though. Like a crusty grandpa at Thanksgiving who makes a face when your five year old has an iPad.

That grandpa is right, by the way.

Preston; Also doesn't flinch. Baby alone in the Commonwealth, you take the baby. This isn't a moral conundrum, it's basic common sense. Sole wants to keep the baby? Chill. Preston is not a useless potato sack of a person, like some people. Baby get, baby take care of. Hey, they're Minutemen, too, so they should have access to resources you need for childrearing. Third fastest to hop aboard the This Is My Baby Now train.

X6-88;

#fo4 #fallout 4 #paladin danse #preston garvey #piper wright #nick valentine #companions react #robert joseph maccready #x6-88 #porter gage #Codsworth

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ofekma · 7 months

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Some people in this website:"anyway, you deserve to die. We're happy that your loved ones get killed. We hope it'll continue and get worse for you. You are not human. You are evil incarnate. You live in Israel? You deserve it. You live aboard but came Israel? You deserve it. You're Jewish and didn't come from Israel? Wait wait first of all-how do you feel about Israel? No, we don't care that you're being attacked and killed right now we have to know that first. Oh? You oppose Israel? Welp, too bad, but honestly it's nothing compared to what the Palestinians are going through, stop complaining."

Israeli people:"Wait. So what are we supposed to do?"

People on this website"LEAVE! Go somewhere else!"

Israeli people:"To WHERE?"

People on this website: "Like, where we live for example. Trust us, we are the good progressive guys who care about minorities and human rights! :)"

Israeli people:"....yeah you know what, we prefer to stay here with the rockets."

.........

Alternatively:

Israeli people: "To WHERE?"

People on this website: "LOL, Europe or something? America? Just Not Here."

Israeli people: "Hi-"

Europe, America, Just Not Here:".... Were the last few hundreds (if not thousands) of years of kicking you out, killing you, telling you to go back to Palestine, not enough for you? Are the current pogroms and attacks to jews who are here not enough for you? Did you not learn your lesson? Are you really coming back? WE DON'T WANT YOU HERE!"

Israeli people: "Um. Did you guys hear that?"

People on this website: "Huh, what? The moment we stopped talking about you being Evil Colonizers we stopped caring."

Israeli People: "They said that they don't want us to be there either and will hurt us if we will."

People on this website: "Oh? Well, I'm sure they didn't mean that, you're overreacting."

Israeli people: "Look at the current antisemitism states in those places! Look at the long history of antisemitsm in those places! How are we overreacting?"

People on this website: "Uh, then in that case, have you considered that this might be your fault?"

Israeli people: "For WHAT?"

People on this website: "Being jews."

#People don't get that chanting for Israeli people's demise only make us more zionist #More likely to stay here #To want to protect this place #Because I refuse to put my trust in people who are saying right now they want me dead

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theerurishipper · 6 months

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Welcome to me watching the Paris special, this time with commentary! I watched the special and wrote down everything here as I watched it and forgot to post it cause I'm a dumbass. Also, this is long asf, in fact, it's so long that I had to make a Part 2.

Okay here goes!

Ah, the Gabriel version of the theme. This really took me by surprise. It's fire tho.

Straight into the action, I like it.

Max and Markov aren't different people in this?

That's some entrance from Shady and Claw, really ups the stakes. Makes you wonder why Nino tried to fight them with a nerf gun.

Ubiquity is so pretty.

I might be the only one who liked the Gabe scene we got.

Feeling some nostalgia for the candy cane cosplay ngl.

And we get a good scene with Adrien and Plagg. I liked the advice Plagg gave about how not all destruction is bad. Neat.

Some Alya and Marinette. Marinette is going through some tough times and is in need of support, and Tikki takes this opportunity to escape from her and steal macaroons. No hate tho, you do you Tikki.

Though she does react to the people of Paris cheering for Ladybug. That was sweet.

Alya turns into Ubiquity, and then we get... Betterfly.

Betterfly? Seriously? Coulda just gone with Hesperia.

"I'm not sure there's anything to hope for from Ladybug." My poor baby!

Love the look of absolute confusion on Alya's face.

Hesperia's confusion about his evil counterpart is really funny ngl.

SHADYBUG

"There, you can have your boyfriend back~" love the delivery on that line lmao.

But also, CLAW NOIR

Not her just stealing his belt immediately.

Marinette hates Adrien Agreste. This truly is the reverse world.

But also, I love Claw Noir pretending to be his own fan to impress Shadybug.

Claw Noir sure does love using that Cataclysm.

For someone who just woke up to see her friend gone and a hole in the wall, Alya collected herself pretty damn quick. I would be freaking the fuck out in her position. Just another reason she's the best.

RIP Alya's phone. Gabe really did a number on you.

Shadybug makes a butterfly tracker, proving that she ain't no Gabe.

Hesperia is befuddled by our world, Part 2.

It's always gotta be the Eiffel Tower, doesn't it.

Claw Noir's pulling a Chat Blanc?? Hello??

Hesperia (I'm not gonna call him Betterfly) is apparently a gentleman. It's almost disturbing after 5 seasons of Gabe being the worst piece of shit to grace our screens.

I guess no matter the universe and moral alignment, it's Gabriel's fate to get beaten up by teenagers.

Not Tikki loredumping about parallel universes right now lmao

Times like this remind me that Tikki is, for all intents and purposes, a god.

"You'd die before I could ever explain all this to you," is actually a pretty valid (and disturbingly hilarious) justification for not having bothered to bring any of this up before.

The Supreme is someone I'd like to learn more about. I've narrowed the suspects down to either Fu or Su-Han. Watch it be Lila instead if we ever get that info.

I feel like the info about the timers is something we should have gotten way, way earlier. Like, a few seasons ago.

Ladybug's triumphant entrance!

"Whatever, pest." Queen.

I love Claw Noir's staff.

Shadybug took no prisoners at all.

CHAT NOIR

Destruction vibes, and right after that incident too.

Claw Noir is unhinged.

Claw Noir just fucking cataclysmed himself??? Guess Adrien is always gonna be self-destructive in every universe huh?

Welp, looks like Chat Noir is officially re-traumatized.

I want y'all to remember that this boy went through the whole special with a cataclysm wound on his person and did not falter once. Mad respect.

Chat Noir got tossed. Chat Blanc call back number 2.

Obsessed with the way Bryce Papenbrook pronounces "cockroach."

Finally, a villain who actually gets rid of the Lucky Charm. Hawkie, take notes.

"Who the cat are you?"

So Shadybug can create whatever Lucky Charm she wants, huh?

Someone's been listening to the fandom.

Not the time freezing lmfao

I don't like that Gabe is turning Adrien into an angel, even if this is a good version. Anyway, Chat Blanc call back 3.

"Kitty catty" "Later loser!" I love her.

Of course, not all bugs can fly.

He moved out of the way.

I fucking love Claw Noir so much you guys, he's so funny.

Well, he tried. Shadybug's just better than him ig.

Hesperia stores his butterfly in his cane. So it's just our Gabe that tries to keep multiple butterflies, I guess.

I think they should kiss.

So they're doing this in hopes that The Supreme spares them? Interesting, and pretty sad.

They're so scared of the Akuma lmfao

If I was Alya, I'd have given myself away by now. Actually, I wouldn't have had the presence of mind to even hide.

Guess the counterparts are from some dystopian world ruled by The Supreme. It tracks with the look we got at it in the opening.

"In order to get something I wanted." We saw the Peacock Miraculous in the opening too, and also Emilie died. So I guess Adrien is a Sentimonster in the other reality too. Damn it.

I guess this Gabe realized his mistake instead of descending into madness like ours.

She just broke Marinette's box like it was nothing. So much for that.

Claw Noir lounges around playing with dolls and mocks Shadybug for being lazy while she does all the work and he lazes around. Have I mentioned yet that I love him?

Also I am glad they stayed true to Adrien's character and had him play with dolls.

The whole part about Chat Noir... be still my Ladynoir heart.

Love how they incorporated the webisodes into this. About time those had relevance.

Shadybug really "hates" Claw Noir.

Marinette's having doubts, my poor baby girl.

Shadybug and Claw Noir have power, but not their strength. That's a really good line.

She's reading the diary and crying... baby.

This is such a touching scene. I don't say that lightly, but it really is.

SHE FOUND THE WISH

Marinette really wrote down every single world ending secret in this one poorly protected diary huh.

She literally took him down in 2 seconds. Bruh.

IDENTITY REVEAL! THIS IS NOT A DRILL, I REPEAT, THIS IS NOT A DRILL

Shadybug managed to achieve in 2 seconds what Marinette and Adrien have not achieved after 5 seasons of Love Square drama which I admittedly enjoy but that's not the point.

Those strange... marks? Cracks? Scars?

Blots off... I'm dying y'all.

Reverse Love Square? Hello??? HELLO???

She literally just beat his ass, tied him up and took his Miraculous and this is his reaction once he realizes who she is.

He's down so bad.

They should have played Careless Whisper here.

CUTIE PIE, MY SON

The Supreme is such a fucking asshole, he gagged the Kwamis.

Emonette wants our Marinette's life? She doesn't know the half of what she's getting into.

The Supreme got to the wish somehow? What the fuck?

"Reality is The Supreme." I don't know who this guy is, but he is DELULU.

This shot... masterfully done. My poor baby girl.

These kids are not okay. My poor sweet babies.

Daggers out. Seriously, stop it, you two.

He's trying to comfort her. They're just... I'm in pain. I'm so sad for them y'all.

Gabe in his prototype Monarch outfit.

Good thing (for him at least) he had the Ox, or else this would be his second cataclysm of the day.

Ladybug and Chat Noir are back in action, baby.

I'm sorry, I would not be able to say Betterfly unironically without bursting into laughter.

AFTER 5 SEASONS, WE FINALLY GET TO SEE CHAT NOIR'S NIGHT VISION AGAIN

Not that they needed it lmao

Alya coming in clutch with the recording. Queen.

LADYNOIR LADYNOIR LADYNOIR

It's so so so nice to see Ladynoir on screen again after Season 5 killed it.

Hit the word limit, so continued here.

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cookie-crumblr · 1 month

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What would happen if we ignored Ezra and didn't care what he did for a day?

SORRY ITS TAKEN ME LITERALLY SO LONG!!! TYSM FOR THE ASKS!!! ily all 💋✨

He’d get so angry.

So toxic,

ecstatic and sad all at the same time.

!!!MINORS DNI!!!

CW: GN!Reaader, no body descriptions for reader, not proofread, explicit language, violence, NON CON SA. VIOLENCE AGAINST READER. names used against reader(Cunt, ), assault, loud “noises”, general bullying against reader!

Status: Not even close to dating

“Fuck off! Just, leave me alone already!!” You stormed off, leaving him somewhat dumbfounded with a lust filled smirk cemented to his face.

He fixes his jaw.

“, finally” He swaggers away in the other direction, for now.

Later~

“Are you still ignoring me, Y/N?”

You pick up your things and go to move seats without a word.

He watches you through twitching lowered brows, gaining annoyance as a ripe little cherry on top of everything else he’s been feeling since you left in a huff this morning.

Ignore him will ya? Welp, he’ll just have to make it harder for you to do so.

He moves seats too.

You move seats again, before, “Y/L/N, You’re disrupting class. Either stay seated this time, or get out.” The professor says.

Fuck.

Well now you’re stuck next to him…

You sit on the side edge of your seat as far away from him as possible, in fact only one freakin butt cheek is even on the dang thing. You’re even facing completely away when, he start rapping his fingers against the desk. His head is in his hand.

“Uhhhhg just stop already!” He moans. He’s so loud, you’d swear his noises are way more disruptive than you moving seats maybe if you just—

“Sit back down, or leave.”

You groan loud and draw it out. HES WAY LOUDER! Why is he NEVER in trouble???

Whatever. only … Fuck… sixty more minutes… Gods why are courses so long!

He huffs loudly next to you and blows some strawberry blonde hair out of his face.

It’s too bad he’s so hot, his looks are wasted on such a nasty dude.

A hand slaps your thigh and grips your inner flesh tightly to where it stings! “Ow!!”

“Shhh!” the professor turns from the screen toward your direction.

“Sorry Sur…” UHG. Whatever.

“Pfft,” He’s laughing. He’s seriously laughing at you!

You know what! Fine. You will leave. And you do.

Ezra follows you to the hallway.

You speed up and try to go hide in the restroom.

Once inside you sigh, but relief is cut short when the door opens.

You clamber into a stall, Fuck fuck FUCK. No! now you’re alone with him! Oh shit. Oh no. Oh gods…

*SLAM! BANG! CRASH!*

You jump. You think he kicked in a stall door, it sounded like it flew off its poor hinges. You cower with your whole body scrunched on top of the toilet.

You realize you’re shaking.

You cover your own mouth to silence yourself but—

*BANG-CRASH!*

You muffle a whimper but you know he heard you.

“Y/N~ I know you’re in here,”

*BANG-CLANG-CRASH*

FUCK!

There’s only one left before yours…

*Flick*

Huh? A lighter…

You smell cigarette smoke, and a tear forms at the corner of your eye. He’s just toying with you as always, he has to be… Right?

“Y/N~” He’s cooing in an almost sing-songy voice. “If you come out now, i’ll give ya a reward…”

You wipe your face, and steel yourself for a second…

Okay… Fine.

It’s probably better than whatever he’d do to you if you keep cowering until he inevitably gets to you, in two more kicks.

You open the door.

“There~ That wasn’t so hard wasit?” His voice is so gentle right now, but it does little to calm you.

You turn your head in defiance.

“You really wanna do this, huh? Ignorin’ me or whatever,” He flicks away his cigarette and you can’t hold in the air that leaves you in actual relief, that’s one less weapon against you.

He closes the distance in a single movement, grasping your face by the cheeks and squeezing them. “Y/N. Look at me.”

You don’t.

“Look. At. Me. Now.”

You remain stead fast.

“You finally got s’m balls, eh.” He smiles and drops your face with a soft uncharacteristic caress to your jaw.

You break and take a quick glance at him.

“ahhh, you want that, huh?” He brings back that sweet voice… “You want me to be all lovey and soft huh?” Your heart thumps in your chest hard. He doesn’t mean it, he’s not gonna change and you know it. “Too Fuckin’ bad” He grabs your face again before throwing it down, he grabs your body next and throws you down onto the dirty bathroom floor.

“Please!!” You cover your face with your arms, but it’s no use hes on top of you, pulling your arms away from you, ripping open your legs and pulling them up on either side of him.

His buckle is loud in your ears as he undoes it, before your hearing cuts out, did he punch you? Your whole head hurts and your vision is fuzzy.

Your skull must’ve bounced off the ceramic tiles.

He punches you again, he’s not using his full strength but it might still knock you out.

“Stupid cunt, you think you can ignore me?” He spits.

“Please, Ezra!!! Sto—op—p” You’re choking out sobs but you can barley hear yourself as if your in another room from your own body.

He spits on his own dick and spreads it around before entering you, at least he’ll give you that.

It still hurts.

He’s rough, not caring that your already damaged skull is continuing to bounce off the floor.

eventually you’re out cold. It’s a small mercy. But a mercy nonetheless.

When you come to you’re still on the floor, naked and afraid as people surround your battered body and snap pics and laugh.

“Aw shit, they’re awake” one says.

“Damn” another adds.

You grab your stuff and bolt, new tears streaming down your puffy face.

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fuckit-hero-of-trains · 6 months

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*Horse headcanons for the chain?

Hmmmmm horse headcanons huh. welp!

Twilight and Warriors often have arguments about which of them is the better rider. Wars probably wins out in the mounted combat areas (seeing as he has actual training rather than just going off instinct) but Twi has them all beat in the actual riding category, though Wild tries to give him a run for his money now and again.

Horses just seem to intrinsically like Time. Think old bird lady but for horses. Even Wild's more bad tempered mounts like him without bribery, which Wild thinks is unfair. The champion is somewhat convinced he's been blessed by Malanya despite the older claiming not to know anything about the Horse God.

Due to being a smithy that is well liked by the royal family, I can see Four being very comfortable around horses, having to shoe them all the time. However, due to horseshoes being the same shape and kinda monotonous to work on, I don't think he particularly enjoys farrier work.

Also, because of the existence of the carrot power-up in FSA, I think that Four theoretically knows how to ride but just... not correctly. Kid doesn't know how to ride slowly. It gives Twilight a minor heart attack because he helps the smithy saddle up and then BOOM hes just fucking GONE see you later small cowboy.

Legend and Sky can ride fine enough but its clear to Twi that neither of them learned by riding horses. Sky tends to want to sit farther back than is needed, more used to having to make room for wings. And Leg. Twilight has no clue what the hell Legend has been riding that makes all of his habits so fucking weird but it sure as Hylia wasnt a horse.

Wind and Hyrule have the least amount of experience with horses and riding in general. Wind probably gets a hang of it pretty quick. Meanwhile, Hyrule (being Hyrule) talks to all the horses in very soothing tones and is always super nice to them because he is not interested in another Horsehead fight. Not taking any chances here.

#linked universe #train talk #thanks for the ask #legend actually being better at riding bears than wild because of all the practice he has with moosh

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literally-noone83 · 10 months

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Supernatural Headcanons: Receiving Affection (1/?)

About: female!reader×platonic!everyone, teenage/young adult reader, reader's love language is touch: hugging, hanging off the boys' shoulders, falling asleep on their shoulders and the like :) just wholesome things (with some angst).

Word count: It's a long a one...

Warning: Angst, Shouting, other than that it's just fluffy :)

A/n: This reallt isnt a head cannon tbh. Started with an idea, created an OC then a background and then and then and then — it spiralled into this mess haha.

I meant to go further - provide that conclusion to create a holistic narrative... but it's already really long and atm felt uninspired to keep going with it. So we wait, sorry !

Welp, enjoy!

Let's imagine your love language is touch. The crave and the lingering need to touch, hug, lean on, hold onto someone, some one you felt safe around and loved by was a instinct you've always had.

Surrounding yourself with some of the most emotionally stunted and constipated people — emotionally unavailable car, pie and ACDC loving hunter, his emotionally neglected brother and monotonous 'I don't understand the reason for handholds if you're not lost' angel boyfriend — your touchy feely nature was met half-heartedly.

Given the moment you first met them was amidst a series of tumultuously devastating events — one easy case turned bad, the loss of family was never easy on a adolescent. And for the most part that's all you were to them. Another poor young soul caught up in the cusp of a terrifying world Dean and Sam intended to protect. To save. It never came without consequence — it's just this time in came in the form of a teenager, tear stained and alone.

Dead of night, once the vampires who took your mother and little brother were resolved with a few knife swings and burning bullets — it was the embrace Sam offered that changed things.

You needed it. Solace, comfort. Something to keep you grounded.

The Winchesters would do more than offer a hug. Decisions and shots were called, arguments sure did occure — another mouth to feed, a head to look out for — but in the end life kept moving and this was all you had left; a reason, an opportunity, to help.

A Winchester. You were the rookie who could barely hold a gun. Then you were the amature that fought to fight; snooping for cases, sneaking out for a chance to shoot and to prove you can contribute. Couple years fly by and now you're family.

So many night spent trading stories, on the stupid shit Dean pulled and Sam moments of pubescent embarrassment among the pockets of normal school life, or your gems of memory with your mother you missed and a brother you had teased. The banter was rich on both ends — most prominently with Dean. It was just so easy. A grumpy old man who dished out the rules and stomped around with that voice of his — you couldn't help yourself.

*in Dean's voice* "Its too dangerous, me macho man will take care of it" *normal voice* "y'know I didn't realise you were one grey hair away from being my father..."

He lets out a humorless laugh, rubbing his chin and gesturing to you at Sam. "She thinks shes funny huh? youre real comedian— thats it!"

He chases you down the bunker and you run away. Deans yelling and your laughter ringing behind Sam.

Sam truly was enjoying to have someone on his side — till at times he wasn't so lucky. You and Dean were a little too powerful once you joined arms...

Amidst this new found family, Dean and Sam quickly noticed how much you liked to hug them... almost clingy.

Granted, it wasn't like you smothered everyone who walked into your life — with Dean and Sam it was different. They saved you, welcomed you, took care of you. You trusted them.

It qas noticeable during the early days of your stay. After long hunts when you were left behind, in security of the bunker, those hours felt like days and days felt like years. Crippling fear of losing the only formed tether of family and safety frightened you.

The moment the door clicked open, "Hey, Y/n, we're back," a bag of take out ready and jackets being torn off in lethargic movements of a day's struggle, "got some burgers and those curly fries as remembered and—"

Frantic steps and a leap, Dean was almost knocked down by the force of your hug. Wrapped around his neck, face buried in his collar. "Woah there, Kid." He stumbled and huffed from the suddenness.

"Y/n? you ok?" Sam asked at your long passing moments in embrace. Words of gladness and "Thank god"s poured from your lips, stepping back to look at how they're really here. Alive. Safe. The brothers noted it was probably because of your family — you were dealing and I think they are one of few people who could really understand that.

However, this passing moment became everytime. They'd come home and you'd hug them briefly. Once you were coming with them than waiting patiently, you'd embrace them before bed.

Huddled around the table, Sam reading, Dean nursing a cold beer whilst flipping through a magazine as you ate and prompted Dean into weird topics of 'never have I ever - monster edition'. You'd bid yourself adue.

"I'm gonna hit the sack, weirdos." You'd walk around to them. "Enjoy your light reading, Sammy. And enjoy your pervy magazine, old man." Passing by, wrapping your arm their shoulders, affectionately nudging cheeks with them — Sam would accept them graciously, the loving gesture comforting to him. And Dean would simply hum at you, trying his best to look indifferent or exasperated by such contact. But you knew he silently enjoyed them, and Sam did especially; knowing his older brother, the boundary of affection was never crossed but from you — a semblance of a younger sister — was soothed but this entry of comfort. Shoulders slacked, posture less tense, you were a reminder of everything was okay.

"Now get off me - you need a shower."

When Castiel was around it, too, didn't take long before he was another victim to your embraces. Seeing how close Cas was to Dean and Sam, it meant he was good.

Late night car rides, slumped against the worn leather of Baby as the soft rock channel hummed alongside the murmuring engine pushing the hunters and a angel home. The orange street light continuously ran over their laps, exhaustion lingered in the vehicle — Dean's raw red knuckles were prominent, wrapped around the steering wheel. Sam sported a scrape on his cheek bone, exchanging hushed words between his brother and Castiel. Sat in the back with Cas, you couldn't bother chipping on the discussion. The headache you endured only just subsided, with just a bruise that ached at your side, both the dull music and gentle voices did well to block it. Soothing you into a lul.

"Someone's uncharacteristically quiet..." Sam humoured. The two shared a peak through the review mirror to catch your heavy eyes and tilting head you struggled to hold up. Dean couldn't help but smirk, chuckling under his breath at your disgruntled hum towards Sam.

"It's a nice change," he joked.

"Dean," Cas warned, glancing attentively to you, "She did a lot today."

"Yea... she did." He said silently proud. Of course she did.

Moments passed and next thing you know, Cas felt your held fall on his shoulder. Almost surprised, he didn't move an inch. Tossing and turning, laying on him finally made you settle. Staring down at you, he was glad to see you sleep — you took too many nights to sitting on thay laptop keen that every minute need not be wasted. And so he laid back a bit more comfortably, mindful on how much he moved. He understood, humans needed their rest.

Dean couldn't help but find it endearing.

The boys did their best to revieve your affection in stride. Cas was always naturally stiff when you slung your arm over his shoulders. Dean tried his best to act annoyed when you attack hug him from behind, and awkwardly patting your back. Sam never minded the time you'd sit beside him, leaning against his larger stature while he read or researched.

Then Jack showed up. Between losing Mary, Crowley, the fright of Cas' death and so much more — times weren't the easiest. Lucifer's son, the premeditated anti-christ that was the cease all life and goodness, the first day of getting to know Jack was a rocky path. While Sam continuously sympathised the young man and Dean couldn't even look at him, you remained initially indifferent. Just like your brothers, you were scared more than anything, grieving over the losses especially Cas — you didn't know what to think but you did know they needed you.

Jack noticed how you kept wrapping your arms around them every time you left off to somewhere or twist your twist your face into something warm at the much angrier man. It was so peculiar to him that he asked Sam when they were in the cellar, "why does she do that?"

"What?"

A look of seriousness worried Sam, "Do that - hold him. Dean." And he looked at him confused.

"You mean— she hugging him." Jack's face didn't change, "she's embraced him because she's worried about him," it sounded more like a question as he mimicked the gesture, "you embrace someone when you want to comfort them, or show them affection."

"'affection'?"

"It's means to show care for someone."

Jack looks at him, "She does it a lot." He noted.

Sam omitted a breathy laugh, "Yea. She does - she cares a lot, I suppose."

Soon your apprehension grew to empathy for the nephillum. His innocence and innate kindness baffled you at times. He borne no essence of evil - he rather carried Kelly's sweetness, and a fear that made you realise that Jack was far from anything like his father. He was just Jack.

The realisation settled within you as you sat on that crate where your breath transpired in the cold, facing Jack curled up beside the dumpster. Large shadows drew over his furrowed brows, deep with sadness and hurt as he said, "Maybe I'm not worth all this". Your heart sunk. All alone without the comfort of his mother and guidance of the angel she promised, made to feel like he was something he wasn't — worthless.

"Stop." The words escaped your lips faster than you could think and he stared at you saddened. "Don't..." You hesitated, too many things you want to say and you settle with reaching out a gentle hand. "Can I please uhm..." Jack slightly confused gave his hand at your hushed question. And he was surprised by your warm and firm grip; holding his palm with your other hand instantly clasping over his knuckles, you told him "Jack, you are worth all this..." staring intently into his eyes. "Sam thinks your worth it, so did Castiel, your mother. And so do I."

His eyes softened, and a small smile slipped onto your lips. Hope seeping into his features, he asked, "Really?"

"Really." You said.

That night you shared a room with Jack, agreeing with Sam things were too tense with Dean. You'd continue to be at Jack's side, speaking to him, answering his questions, simply being with Jack whilst mediating your brothers. Meaning, your constant defense of Jack caused a constant bickering and arguing with Dean. Unlike Sam the Diplomat, you two were almost explosive. Dean hated how close you'd stick by that thing, that freak; he was dangerous, he could hurt you! And you hated Dean's merciless disdain for him — always throwing warnings at the names and disregarding statements Dean would say without a thought with Jack.

At times, when Sam was with Jack, the moment he'd leave you and the eldest alone, stiff muttering of words escalated into loud yelling. Seething at each other until your red faced. Sam would always have to intervene, assuring Jack they're just "hot headed".

This anger festered into Dean's asserting orders; regulations, rules, reprimanding of your interactions with Jack. You were holding Jack's hand cause he seemed nervous, Dean would explicitly say no handing holding with devils. Alone in a room with him on an off chance again? Dean's dragging you out on errands or telling you to go to your room. Walking around the table offering your bidding night hugs, your affectionate squeeze on Jack's shoulder earned a warning glare from Dean.

You always made a face back, countering his overprotective as overbearing and stupid. When you finally had a go at him for it, Sam was out and there was nothing holding them back. You both pushed at each other to your limits. Comparing Jack to you when you some kid helpless and alone too, or Sam deemed bad before he could do any good, really sent Dean down the rails — because you're family. Jack is Lucifer's son, not you.

"Does he look like Lucifer's son to you, Dean?! He does nothing but be kind, gentle. He listens to your orders, he's even terrified of you!"

"And so he should be!" His voice booms with anger you hadn't heard from Dean till now and it shakes you. "You think I care that he can smile nicely at you, and say 'thank you' and 'sorry'? That doesn't matter. Cas is gone because of him, Mum is gone because of him. Wake up, Y/n, he can't change what he is and what he is, is a freak, an inevitable danger to you, to us, this entire freaking world- I'm sorry youre too damn stupid and niave to realise that." His starn, harsh words push past his lips in a burst of thoughts that seemed like he's been holding in forever, and he has to lean back for a moment to sigh. You stood there without moving, your eye glisten against your will as you swallow his words. He paused before turning to walk away without another word — the knife sunk a little deeper.

"I know you're hurting, Dean," your voice went small, and you caught him mid step. "but you're not the only one." His face grew sullen: he was too angry, too tired. He hadn't the energy to say or do something. Looking at you, he noticed your quivering lip you tried so hard to hide and instantly in his eyes you reverted back into that small 14 year old girl he and Sam decided to take under their wing. An image that flashed by and then you were walking away. To the other side of the bunker. And after a few heart beats, he did too.

Without either of you knowing, Jack had heard the entire altercation. Your purposeful steps rushed past him and you didn't see him — too busy fiercely wiping away escaping hot tears you didn't want. Jack had never seen you this upset and quietly he followed you to your room. He heard you slam the door shut and heard you sniffle inside. Hesitant he slowly cracked the door open to see your back facing towards him, sat on the edge of your unmade bed, silently crying.

A sensation of sorrowful guilt imbued in the centre of his chest. This was his fault wasn't it?

"Y/n?" His sudden appearance finally made known surprises you and you whip around. "Jack," your voice is thick with emotions, harshly sniffed back as your wiped your cheeks several times. "What are you..." You took a deep breath. Seeing his worried eyes you realised your attempt to appear unphased and normal was feeble — your eyes were puffy, flushed cheeks and red nose. And then it hit you, "I'm sorry, Jack. Sorry you had to hear that it's just, he's just..." you lett your hands fall to your lap defeatedly and head hung low. You looked him and flashed a weak smile, "Don't worry," Jack moved to sit on your bed, "It's just everything's a bit weird."

"I'm sorry." He finally said simply.

"What? Jack-"

"I'm sorry," he looked at you with those same eyes that night. "that you, Dean and Sam are hurting - because of me."

You shook your head, "No, no Jack, you have done nothing wrong, we're fine. We will work this out-"

"But you are crying, you are upset."

"I'm fine, Jack, don't-"

"Why are you lying?" He places a hand over yours, catching your evasive and scattered gaze. He pulls you to a halt, forcing you to meeting his big attentive eyes. They were so kind and gentle. And the warm of his hand stopped your racing heart. "You can tell me." He said softly and such simple words crashes over you. Your eyes locked onto his, you let silence hang in between as you soaked in this blooming comfort from someone you least expected it. It was overwhelming. And the longer you looked at him, all thoughts and emotions started to feel too real, too much, and your eyed began to well up in tears. Trying to blink them away made them fall faster and your gaze fell to his hand. "I- I'm sorry."

Your voice cracked and your instinctively tried to cover your face; to hide from Jack which you were sure you were confusing him even more with your immense and sudden outpour of emotions. You muttered your apologies, intending to turn to avoid overwhelming him further until the mattress dipped this way and there and a pair of arms embraced you. The foreign feeling of his body against yours made you hold your breath for a second — digesting the unexpected gesture of comfort from Jack and one that you didn't know you needed.

He held you firmly, his head tucked beside yours, eyes scrunched tight as if desperate to make you feel better. Seconds pass before you relent into his touch, wrapping your arms around his neck and burrying yourself away into the nape of his neck. And Jack squeezed you a little tighter.

You and Jack would stay like that for a while. Until your quiet sobs muffled into his shirt quietened down to weak sniffles and your arms loosened, feeling yourself wafting into sleep.

Once Sam came home from his grocery run, he was met by the unsuaul silence and brooding Dean who fixing himself a sandwich.

"Dean, I literally went shopping to cook now why are you-"

"'s not for me." He finished it before pushing it towards Sam, "Mind giving this to Y/n?" It was hardly a question.

The way his brother barely looked at him leaning back with a drink, and the sullenness of his voice, Sam knew something must've happened, "...And why can't you do that?"

"I don't think she's in the mood to talk to be right about now."

Sam walked up to your door, sick with worry and anger to hear what had gone down between you and Dean. The steam from yet another argument with Dean came to a simmer seeing your door not locked but left ajar. He slowed, softly calling out "Y/n?" coming closer he heard not only your soft snores he knew well after years but another's.

Entering he stopped — there you were deep in slumber. And in the arms of the nephilum. Your head lay in the croock of his neck, arms loosely fallen across his torso while his around your shoulders. Sam noted your red eyes and nose, stains of tears that revealed the severity of this argument with Dean had a toll on you. It pained his heart yet seeing Jack with you overturned such hurt — he comforted you. A cosmic being does not need sleep yet Jack visibly chose to rest with you — to show you he cared too. However it there was no doubt you had fallen asleep on him first — a sign of your trust.

The two of you have connected, and Sam quietly left, clicking the door shut with a relief and no plan on letting his older brother know about this.

#spn #supernatural #dean winchester #sam winchester #castiel #jack kline #fluff #fanfic #fluffy headcannons #reader x dean winchester #reader x sam winchester #reader x castiel #reader x jack kline #platonic #i should be studying #haha

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short-black-diamond · 10 months

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A beautiful smile.

A @littlegremlinflower had the request of me writing a Sahed x fem! reader.

warnings: a little angst

word count: 2.9 k

Guys I did not proofread. So pleace act like english teachers in the comments.

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"...And this was Sahed, our wonderful man, who just pulled this amazing stunt!", Tonny cheered, and so did the audience. Meanwhile, you were in the background, silently clapping along and being happy for him.

Your dear Sahed, who subtly stole your heart without even knowing it. You sighed. Maybe it was best to close off these feelings, because c'mon, how clichée can falling in love with your best friend be? And you also thought that he could have caught feelings for one of the two newbies, Julia.

She was...eccentric, to say the least. She was spontaneous, loud, ran around like a madwoman, and showed many feelings. She was a just a young girl who just wanted to get out of the circus, as she told you.

Julia was by no means a bad person, no, it was more the opposite. The only reason she was here was because of Kamille, her best friend, but Kamille didn't really acknowledge her best friend when she laid eyes on Rainah, Sahed's sister. And also no hate against Rainah, for she was also a good soul.

You just didn't like the feeling you got when Sahed talked or spoke to her. But could you really blame any of those two? They seemed to get along together just fine. Well, Sahed was continuously teasing her to no end and she just insulted him. But oh well.

And now, you wanted nothing more than to just be in your own room and stay far away from him. They were whispering to one another in a hushed matter, and once Julia even looked at you before diving back in to the conversation. Welp. Guess you could go then...

As you were leaving, Julia grew panicked and nudged Sahed. "Quick, she's going away! Ask her!", she rushed, and Sahed grew panicked as well. "W-what?! No way! I-"

"Sahed! This is what we've been discussing the whole time! Weren't you listening!?"

Sahed only looked at your retreating form and sighed defeatedly. No way you'd say yes. He was an A'hkon, after all.

"Hey hey, I know that look! Stop thinking like this of yourself, Sahed. I'm sure ____ likes you just the way you are. I mean, you've been friends for what, a few decades now?"

At that, the male sibling only laughed dryly. "Yeah, uhm...I think I should pack my things now. And you try to talk to Kamille again. Okay?"

Julia nodded, but couldn't help but grow concerned. She's never actually seen him like this. It was disturbing, somehow.

As Sahed was packing his things, his thoughts drifted to you. How old were you when you entered the circus? He couldn't remember. Maybe you were as old as Julia back then.

You showed no sign of fear when you made the contract. You showed no sign of fear when you saw him and Rainah for the first time. You formally introduced yourself and Sahed was surprised. Normally, people would run away or kill people like him. You were polite.

huh.

And you still are now. Somehow, you always kept a polite distance to him and his sister. Sure, you three grew close and you and him even closer, but that was it. You were masking your feelings so well that Sahed could never know whether you found his jokes really funny oor just laughed out of pity. You were so creative and efficient in whatever you did that it gave Sahed whiplash when you showed him some of your designs or instructed him how to appear and walk on the stage best.

And you yourself should also be on stage. I mean, nobody else had such an angelic voice like you. and whatever you wore, it always fitted you. and your hair always smelt like sweet memories and happiness. And-

wait. Why weren't you happy then?

Sahed stopped for a moment. He never had seen you smile when you weren't conversing with people or laughing at his jests. You always looked...solemn. Sad. depressed.

...was it because you couldn't return home anymore? No, you told him that you were the only survivor of your village, your brothers and sisters and mothers and fathers and relatives all having been killed for they had believed in another religion. you still carried on your tradition and practiced your religion. and Sahed respected that. You. What you did and why you did it.

You were simply amazing.

...

"Julia? What are you doing here?"

The brown haired girl stood in front of- no, she buzzed, excitedly so, in front of you. She was also looking around. "You need ot- I mean, to h-help me! Yeah! Just a little something!", she claimed, a bead of sweat rolling down her cheek while she gave you a crooked smile.

Why are you lying?

You decided not to question her. And you also decided that you wanted to leave when she dragged you towards the bonfire. She just sat down and patted the spot next to her. As you gracefully sat down, Sahed came down next to Julia. Next to you was also an empty seat.

It can't be more obvious, can it?

"Soooo...uh, h-how was your day, ____?", she started, and she sweated even more. Was it because she sat closest to the fire?

"Julia, first of all, your sweating a lot. Either you sit back from the fire a little, or you take off your jacket, or I'll get you some medicine-"

"No!", Sahed and Rainah yelled in unison (she just came and sat down next to you), and you got more confused than ever. "She- she's just nervous!", Rainah helped. She quickly stood up and pulled Julia behind her.

"We'll be right back! We'll, uh, get some more marshmallows!"

And with that, it was just you two sitting on that dead tree- with an uncomfortable silence. You didn't feel like being here at the moment, or eating those ridiculous sweets. Sahed came closer slowly as you watched the flames, your mind being distant.

"Uhm, ____?" "Mm." "Can I tell you something?"

"The stage is open and the sudience is listening."

With a deep breath, Sahed began talking, no, he rambled ahead.

"You know, when I first met you, I thought you were just a snob, or some sissy princess because of how you acted."

What?

"But now, I see that you're acting like a woman. You are graceful, humble, peaceful, and polite. And you're always a big help for me- for everyone!", he then took your hand in his and held it together with the both of his. and you couldn't stop your eyes from widening and your face from warming up and most likely to be redder than a tomato.

"What I want to say is,", he started, and he looked at you. And his breath hitched. You looked so etheral.

Beautiful. Amazing. Wow. Every single word in the lexikon which could describe your beauty. Gosh, he loved how he could see the bonfire in your eyes, or your hair swaying in the air softly, it reminded him of a painting.

You looked like you came out of a painting.

If only he could get a taste from these sweet, plumpy lips of yours-

"Sahed? What...did you want to say?", you asked, slowly getting uncomfortable with how long he stared at you with his three eyes. Was there something in your hair? Your face? ...is Julia behind me?

He suddenly seemed to regain his consciousness because he had quickly let go of your hand -he didn't miss your hurt expression- and rubbed his neck. "W-what I wanted to say was that you're my best friend and I couldn't imagine a better person than you to work for me, ahahaahah!"

You were just staring at him and then excused yourself, walked past Kamille, who was asking you were Rainah was but stopped mid sentence when she saw a tear flowing down your cheek and Sahed who was running after you.

But before he could reach you, you already slammed your door closed and locked it. You panted, and you broke down. Was this how Sahed saw you all these years? As his...best friend? Was it because he thought that you were still a snob? Still a princess? Was it because you were too serious? Not funny enough? Why did he take such a long pause at the bonfire to answer you?

Meanwhile, Sahed was knocking on your door. He knew that you wouldn't open the door. But he grew concerned. Was it because he saw your crying face before the shut and locked door? Was it because he referred you as his best friend? Was it because there was a small percentage that you liked him too but he messed up?

Sahed didn't know. He was a guy. But he knew he hurt you somehow when he heard your soft cries-the first time he's heard you cry actually- and his heart broke. He was such an idiot!

When he went back, Rainah, Julia and Kamille looked at him with expectations he would ruin. "I messed up", he said and sat down. Rainah groaned, Julia questioned his entire existence and Kamille sighed while shaking her head.

...

It was the next day, and you felt...good. yesterday, Sahed made it clear that he didn't really have any romantic feelings for you, and you were glad he did. I mean, although it broke your heart a little, it was good he told you. Now it meant no more thoughts wasted on how to act around him and what to answer or what to wear to impress him. The only things you'd be worrying over from now on were his performances and keeping your conversations more strict.

This'll help you. I'm a rich snob, after all.

As you were getting ready for the day, Rainah rang your doorbell. You had many people preferring different ways to singal their presence, so you had a doorbell, a doorknocker and a string which would lead to a beautiful melody. And Rainah wanted to press buttons (a little headcannon of mine).

As you opened the door, rainah looked at you with a smile, but you didn't smile back. "Good morning.", you only said.

Rainah's smile twitched and you figured she'd have expected you to smile back, but you didn't. "Good morning, ____! I think That we should make breakfast for the others, don't you think?"

"Rainah, love, it's barely past five, who would- AHh!"

Why did you let yourself get dragged away? Yesterday Julia, now you. Does Rainah also love dragging people around? "Ah, c'mon! You make the best dishes from us all!" "I could've just given you my cookbook, you know?"

"But don't you want to cook with me?", she asked and gave you a look which resembled the one of a kicked puppy. You cringed.

"I uh, had the plan to sort out my room and then help with the preparations for today. We'll be arriving to a new city soon."

"That can wait until eight, right?"

You gave up. "Sure..."

You guys should be arriving at nine o'clock.

As you were quickly preparing the meals, Sahed came in, rather pulled in by Jullia. So they're holding hands now? Good for them.

"____! Sahed wants to tell you something!", Julia exclaimed before she pushed Sahed to you. She was actually aiming for him to bump into you so that he could apologize and it being sweet and stuff, but you simply took a step back and he fell to the ground.

So much for it being sweet and stuff.

You frowned. "Why did you push him?", you asked while you gave him your hand, albeit hesitantly. Julia was sweating bullets, and Rainah was laughing nervously. "Ahahahah, uhm, it's just, Sahed called her short!"

You and Julia were the same height. And besides that, you couldn't get why she pushed him when he always teased her about her height until now.

When Sahed was standing back on his feet, you quickly retreated your hand and got back to work. "Guys. Tell me. What the hell is going on."

Your demand was working wonders, because they all started to speak incoherently over one another. It was actually just Julia and Rainah, while Sahed was looking at the food. He then looked at you and took your hand. You didn't understand why you were letting yourself get dragged around, why you were not retreating your hand from his. Why were your hands fitting so well, anyways?

He was leading you to his and Rainah's room. When you stepped inside, it was a all a big mess. Many of his sketches and papers were on the ground or somewhere where thy shouldn't be. The clothes were everywhere and many bowls and spoons were here too. He and Rainah and the others must have eaten ice cream...

You were disgusted. "How can you live like this?"

Sahed slapped his head. "Jeez, yeah, sorry. The others wanted to cheer me up.", he answered and started collecting the bowls. You took the clothes and folded them. But still, you were intrigued. "Cheer you up? What could've made you so miserable that you'd need people to cheer you up?"

After a long, exasperated sigh, he finally answered. "I wasn't able to confess my love to the lady I love. She just up and stormed away."

It could've been Julia. It must have been Julia. But you were the one who ran away. But they still celebrated. Maybe Sahed confessed to Julia after you went inside?

Alone the thought gave you a bad mood. And since you were still oblivious to where this was going, you spoke your pity. "Well, I feel sorry for the lady. You would've been a great lover."

"____, that lady was you."

.....

....

...

Huh?

Suddenly, your eyes burned and you got angry. "Don't joke with me, Sahed!", you scolded, and you hated your heart for pounding so rapidly.

Sahed quickly went over to you, pulled the clothes you were holding away and took your hands in his. "I am not joking. And I'm sorry for messing up yesterday. If you'd allow me, I would love to confess again. For real this time. And no going back."

You took a deep breath. Could this be a joke?

Sahed? Loving you? Dream on.

However, your strong inhale signalled it for him to start.

"My dear ____,

In my whole life have I never met a more beautiful, a more graceful woman like you. I have fallen in love with the way you dress or speak or act. I am always bamboozled by every single hairstyle you muster up, or how you like to wear your make up. To me, you are the most beautiful woman who walked on this earth and I can call myself the luckiest man to be a witness of such an extraordinary beauty like you with my own three eyes.

I could never grow tired of the many stories you'd read to me from your endless rows of books. Down to Shakespeare or Goethe. Crime or Fantasy. Novel or Biography. I would love for you to read every single book to me, ____ - over and over and over again. And I'd also try to purchase every single one you have not taken claim of, only for your voice to hear, for your voice to tell me those stories.

I am captivated by the way on how you handle the hardest tasks so easily. From making a soufflee to preparing the stage and designing my customs, you are the most efficient worker I know. And you never even seem to grow tired! Like, take a break, will ya?!

And also...

...I can not fathom as to why you'd still want to be seen with an A'hkon like me, but I am selfish. And utterly so. I am so selfish that I want all your love to myself, but tell me; can you blame me? When my heart wants to leave its cage of bones to be taken by you and you only?

Am I selfish for wanting to hear your voice at any given hour? Am I selfish for wanting to have you by my side the whole time? To watch sunrise and sunset? Am I selfish for wanting to comb and braid your wonderful hair?

...Am I too selfish for wanting to be together with you, ____?"

God, this was too much.

this was the most -and only- romantic confession you've ever heard. No other novel or book you've read has made you feel this way the man in front of you did.

"...Sahed, if you're thinking of me like this...then I'm a hundred times more selfish than you.", you said.

Sahed furrowed his brows. "What do you- mpf!"

He couldn't even finish his question before you interrupted him with a kiss. "You are not too selfish for that. I want to be together with you too, Sahed.", you answered after you two parted. When you looked at him, you couldn't help but burst out laughing.

Sahed had the stupidest grin on and a heavy blush nestled itself upon his cheeks. And then you smiled. Sahed felt like he fell in love with you all over again. You had a beautiful smile. You two hugged each other and swayed from side to side.

However, your sweet moment got interrupted by the three girls who fell on top of each other. The door was not closed, it seemed. "Finally!", Julia yelled and Rainah and Kamille cheered.

"That's why you three have been acting so weird yesterday!", you exclaimed and everyone laughed while Sahed kissed your cheek.

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Hey hey hey! How did you guys like this story? Too long, too short, not angsty enough maybe? I dunno.

Read you in the next post!

#marionetta x reader #webtoons #marionetta #marionetta x you #sahed x reader #sahed is such a handsome guy #sahed marionetta #sahed #marionetta webtoon #julia x reader #kamille x reader #rainah x reader #we all love sahed in this house #rainah is so fucking precious #julia is the best

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melanieph321 · 4 months

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Ruben Dias x Reader City Girls Part 8/8

I've put you through it with this fic. Cheers to the last part!

There will be an Epilogue.

⚠️ Warning ⚠️

+18

Reader plays for the Man City girls academy. She struggles a bit but gets Ruben to mentor her. The the two don't hit off despite having many things in common. It all gets worse when Reader eventually catches feelings for Ruben.

Enjoy!

You were on the floor in the guestroom, packing your suitcase.

"What are you doing?"

Ruben had returned to the apartment after you since the two of you obviously didn't go home together.

"What does it look like I'm doing?"

You packed your bag with haste, throwing your clothes in without folding them. Ruben's presence behind you did not disturb, it only fueld your anger.

"Are you leaving?"

A shadow was casted over your shoulder as he approached.

"Y/N, talk to me. Why are you packing your things?"

"Because, Ruben..."

You stood and made the attempt to shove him. But Ruben barley swayed as your palms hit his chest. However, his expression faltered as he was quite suprised to see tears streaming down your face.

"Y/N, what's wrong?"

"You're wrong Ruben. You've ruined my life, and don't even think about lying to me, Ester told me everything."

Ruben sighed, a hand running down his face before he folded his biceps in front of him. "I did it for us Y/N, you're friend was gonna tell the club officials, threatening to end both mine and your career with the club."

"So you threw mine under the bus by lying to the coaches on the first team, getting them to replace me with Ester. Ruben, there is no us in this, you did this for yourself, not caring what happened to me."

"Y/N." Ruben's sudden step forward made your heart clench. "You are to good to ignore." He said, eyes burning passionately for you. "I mean look at how you played today, there is no way the first team won't realize their mistake and let you back in. Yes, it might have been a gamble from my side but trust me, it's gonna pay off." Ruben's hand wighed heavily on your right shoulder, his thumb stroking gently across your collarbone. The touch was alluring, but you gather all strength to shrugged his hand away. "Ruben, not now or ever will I trust you again. I'm moving out."

"Come on Y/N, don't leave?"

You returned to your suitcase, snapping it shut. Turing back around, bag in your hand, you sighed seeing Ruben practically block the doorway. "Where are you gonna go huh? Back to Ester?" There was a hint of concern in his voice. "You can't leave in the middle of the night. I won't let that happened."

"Ruben, get out of my way."

"Y/N, I can't let you leave like this. At least let me make things right between us."

"Ruben, there is no us. You literally brought your girlfriend to fucking Cityzens Day."

"But I want to be with you."

He neither denied or confirmed the fact that the woman was his girlfriend. Maybe that's what hurt you the most.

"Welp....my feelings aren't mutual Ruben. Now get out of my way."

His hand stopped you as you made the attempt to leave. It made you lightheaded, his touch, among other things.

"Y/N." His voice was low. "I know how much you want me. I could see it today....on the pitch. You wanted me so bad."

"Yes, I wanted you Ruben. I wanted to beat you."

That was a lie, you wanted more. How did he know that you wanted more?

"Stop lying to yourself Y/N. You want me, just as much as I want you."

"I don't."

"Don't lie."

"I'm not."

He smiled. "Then why are you shaking?"

You were standing so close. Ruben's hand moved down to grab the suitcase from you, feeling how your body trembled against him. It wasn't because of the rage, but something more. You trembled because you held back from throwing yourself into his arms.

Ruben caught you with slight urgency, dropping the suitcase in the process. "You played so good today, so fucking good." He said.

"Yes, I was better than you."

He laughed into your mouth. "Don't push it."

There was nothing sensual about the way you devoured each other. In the process of kissing it look like the two of you tried to wrestle each other to the floor. Ruben grabbed your ass, lifting you up in the process. You wrapped your legs around his waist, your arms clinging onto the back of his neck, pressing his lips against yours. It was bruising kisses, sloppy and unprecise. You bounced in his arms as Ruben carried you down the hall, his mouth leaving hickies on your neck.

"I want to show you something." He mumbled.

"Yes, show me something, anything."

You threw your head back, offering Ruben to bury his face between your breast. He did so, teeth nipping your shirt in attempt to rip the fabric.

"Wait."

"Ruben, what is this?"

You draped your shirt over your head. Ruben's eyes glowed at the sight of your bra. "You're so perfect." He sighed and to your dissatisfaction he put you back down on the ground. Only now did you notice where he had taken you. "I've been wanting to show you this for a while...." Ruben fiddled for something in his pocket, a key. You stood in front of a door, THE door. He unlocked it, guiding you inside. It looked to be a spare chamber. It was poorly lit, however, you could outline a large bed in the corner and a fuzzy mat on the floor. There was also something hanging from the ceiling. Leather ropes.

He bent down, pressing his lips to the lobe of your ear, whispering the words. "My playroom."

You gasped, but not out of suprise. Standing behind you, Ruben had gone to unclasp your bra, letting it fall to the floor. The cold sensation over your chest errect your nipples, making them hard like pebbles.

"Sit. On you knees."

"So that's it then." You asked, not even suprise that Ruben found these sort of things exciting.

Ruben pointed to a spot on the floor. The fuzzy mat. You felt compelled to do as he said. You then watched Ruben cross the room, retrieving somthing from a drawer, a pice of fabric. A tie. "I'm gonna tie this over your eyes so that you can't see me. Then I'm gonna tie your hands to your back so that you can't touch me. And then your gonna let me fuck your mouth until you gag."

"I'm your mistress. I've been so all along."

"What?" He stretched out the tie between his hands.

"My what?" He chuckled.

"Your toy Ruben." It was so obvious. How hadn't you seen it earlier. The lies, the favors, and him practically keeping you here at his apartment. You were just a tool to him. "I'm your toy Ruben. Something you can play around with when you get board of your life, which seems to be very often. That's why you've kept me here in this apartment like some dog waiting to be walked. It can't be your only home. Where do you really live?"

He smiled, bringing the tie to your eyes. "You know....I really care for you Y/N. I still don't understand why you won't let me take care of you? There were others before you, not as desperate, but equally as naive. They wanted me to help them and so I did. It was a fare trade, nothing too complicated. But with you..." He tied the fabric behind your head, cutting off your view of his smug appearance. "I just can seem to figure you out. Is it just the football that drives you? In that case we are more alike than you think."

"I'm nothing like you."

"No."

"No?"

You heard the sound of his belt unbuckling, followed by his zipper.

"Who are you like then, Neymar?"

It was evil, his laugh. So evil. You felt so small, curled up on your knees. Ruben hadn't gone to tie your hands behind your back so if you wanted to you could remove the blindfold and just get up and walk out. However you didn't, you were that attached to him.

"Y/N?" You heard him sigh.

Thinks we're quiet around you. No movement and no efforts for Ruben to have his way with you.

"Fuck." He cursed.

Suddenly you could see again. Ruben had gone to remove the blind fold. He was standing before you, shirtless and a rock hard dick hidden beneath his unbuckled belt. "I won't fuck you if you're crying." He said, standing back, observing you disapprovingly.

"You let me leave, forget this ever happened."

"Gee thanks." You wiped your tears. Your legs were too numb for you to stand, but Ruben saw you make the effort and bent down to scoop you up in his arms, plotting you down on the bed.

"Now what?" He said.

"What if I don't want to forget you?"

You looked up at him and saw the slight conflict that was happening inside, how he really didn't want you to go. Perhaps apart of him did want you?

"Kiss me." You said, to which his eyes widened in suprise. Nevertheless, you did not have to tell him twice. "Not there." You flinched as Ruben leaned forward attempting peck your lips.

"Where?"

"Good boy."

Like a lost puppy he was pouting his lips. You fell back on your elbows, shifting one leg to the side to spread your thighs before him. "There." You smirked. "Kiss me there." Ruben's breathing rose with his excitement. You were letting him have you, but he was completely under your control.

He peeled down your jeans and got on his knees before the bed. Your hands tugged his hair with the first lick. He was rough, even with his tounge.

"Not like that." You whined. Ruben lifted his head from between your legs, his gaze foggy. "You don't like what I'm doing to you baby?"

"No, go slower."

He went down on you again, taking his time. The dimmed lights in the room fuled the pleasure running down your spine. You arched your back and hooked a thigh over Ruben's shoulder. He hymned in satisfaction, tasting the splurging pool between your legs.

You sat up, biting down on your lip. You could see the hunger in his eyes, how he could barley focus on anything but your aching breasts.

"Yes, right there Ruben. I'm gonna...I'm gonna." You melted into the bed, loosing all senses of yourself. Ruben got up from the floor, observing what had become of you.

"What now?" He asked, anticipating your answer.

"You want to suck them don't you?"

His head nodded slowly.

"Come here."

You perked up on the bed, arching your chest towards him. Ruben crawled towards you cautiously, like a lion, about to kill his pray.

"Sit." You ordered.

Ruben did just that, pausing all efforts to get to you. It turned him on, you could tell. You were challenging him, just like you had done on the football field.

"I won't let you suck them, I changed my mind."

He frowned, but did not move a muscles.

"Your gonna watch me." You said, resting your head against the pillows. "Watch me enjoy myself."

"Come here."

You couldn't help but to feel for Ruben as you tortured him by pleasing yourself.

"No." You hissed as his hand disappeared down his pants in effort to stop the throbbing twitch of his cock. "Not until I'm done." He watched you grind against your hand, pumping two fingers deep. Ruben lowered his head as if ashamed, as if defeated. You felt sorry for him. You stopped touching yourself.

He raised his chin, but did not look to believe you. Maybe you would deny him again.

"I want you, come."

He got closer to you on the bed but just as he could stretched out and touch you, you rolled over, giggling to yourself.

"That was fun. But yeah, I'm leaving."

You jumped down from the bed but got snatched back by the throat.

"Don't fucking play with me."

"Fuck me." You said. "As if it was the last time."

"Ruben." You cried. He held a thigt grip around your throat, pinning you down against the matress, with the help of his body weight. Pathetic, you thought. He could have you, but it would be the last time. Your hand went to caress the side of his face, scratching his bearded. Ruben's grip around your throat loosened but did not let go.

He caught your leg under his arm, folding it against your stomach as you opened up before him. His hands trembled pulling himself out of his pants. It would be quick, he was so hard. A sigh of satisfaction when he entered you. Two sloppy strokes and he was already moaning your name.

"I love you."

"You don't." You smiled. "But keep going. That feels good."

His hips thrusted against you with force, hitching your breath with every stroke.

He didn't, you thought. You were just two people. Two bodies. Tearing each other down.

Por favor Y/N, fique comigo, eu te amo. (Please Y/N, stay with me, I love you.)

Ruben collapsed on top of you with a loud groan. He fell asleep right after. Your bags were already packed and so you got up and left the apartment. Where you would go next you had no idea, but you were not giving up. You were not giving up on your dreams.

The End

#fanfiction #football imagine #ruben dias #man city #manchester city #ruben dias x reader #ruben dias imagine #footballer imagine #footballer x reader #football angst

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digital-playtime · 6 months

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✰ ─── So, You Also Can Speak Another Language?

✰ (PLATONIC?) PAIR ─ DOLL & WORKER DRONE ! READER

✰ FANDOM ─ MURDER DRONES

✰ TYPE OF FAN WRITING ─ HEAD CANONS + SHORT SCENARIO

NOTE: This is not my first time writing x reader related thing in here but this is the first time I posted something like this on this blog… I hope you did enjoyed it and let me remind you that I used Google translate for Doll’s dialogues so let me know if you noticed a mistake on it!

Ever since your arrival at the school, you mostly speak English like most of the drones as usual while hanging out with them...

If one of the students, you are one of those epic teenagers that seemed to be stand out on the class...

There were those times where she was listening to your conversations with the other students in the class in order to figure out about your voice...

Everyone's voices can be different and yours are no exception, at least for her...

But to her as a listener, your voice seemed to be quite unique... In a way that it's not pretty much easy to explain it in the first place to the point that she was simply eavesdropping the conversations between you and the person that you're talking to...

She thinks that your voice really fits well when you speak in English, it feels like the way you said the words in a unique way, whenever it's the accent, the nicely perfect pitch or the overall mood that simply fits the conversation...

Until that day... That's where you "accidently" said a sentence in another language... If that's the way you remembered it...

The memory was taken place back on the break time, you were talking with a fellow worker drone who is pretty much enthusiastic about a certain topic that they are talking with you... To others, not only you have some good social skills on your shoulders but you are also a good listener...

Doll seemed to find that trait of yours to be admirable... It's quite important to have the ability to listen what the other has to say, whenever it's a snippet of their memories, their struggles or simply random things that they would like to say to you!

You were on a conversation with a friend of yours, they were talking about a certain thing that happened them back when they were little, it was a little bit bizarre but you can't really blame them as that happened back when they were younger...

"So, my mom was like: "HEY! YOU SHOULDN'T DO THAT" when she caught me drinking paint and so, I can't help but have to listen to her scolding me..." They said...

"YOU DRINK PAINT??? I THOUGHT DRONES CAN'T DRINK THAT-" You replied in another language, quickly realizing that you literally said that sentence in a language that no one might not understand about what you were saying...

"Huh...? What were you trying to say, [Y/N]? I don't really think that is the language that I know..." They asked to you, asking if you can translate the sentence that you previously said in another language that you knew...

"Oh, my bad...! What I was trying to say is that... YOU DRINK PAINT??? I THOUGHT THE WORKER DRONES CAN'T DRINK THAT IN THE FIRST PLACE!" You said the same sentence once again but this time, you said it in English...

"Yeah... I really did that when I was little... Woops for the little me, I supposed..." They said, feeling embarrassed after saying that type of memory to you... Welp, at the very least, they did learned to not do the same thing again...

Doll slightly chuckled and formed a tiny smile on the face but it quickly faded when Lizzy noticed it...

"Hey, Doll... What's with that smile formed on your face? Is it because of a... crush?" Lizzy questioned as she thinks that Doll might have a crush on someone but in reality, Doll literally was eavesdropping at that moment.

"Я ни в кого не влюблен, Лиззи. В конце концов, это всего лишь ваше воображение. (I don't have a crush on someone, Lizzy. That is just your imagination, after all.)" Doll answered.

"Okay... Then." Lizzy said as she went back to her stuff...

"Кажется, они могут говорить на другом языке, что для меня неудивительно… Но я вообще никогда не слышал об этом языке… (It seems like they can able to speak another language which is not really surprising to me... But, that language is something that I never heard of in the first place...)" Doll mused, as she keep listening to your conversation...

For a worker drone like her, your voice is what she liked and of course, she might don't have a crush on you but hey... At the very least, both of you can stay as friends as times goes on and on... Right?

#✰ — SWEETFUL NIGHTMARE!#murder drones #murder drones x reader #md x reader #murder drones doll #md doll #reader insert #doll x reader #md doll x reader

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an-au-blog · 6 months

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Kissing booth but its zosan

I'll just assume you're not talking about the movie, (if I'm wrong, correct me, I can work with that too... i think) to which I will say: yes. I agree.

I mean listen -

Vivi started a fundraiser for charity and she decided that it'd be fun if they made it in a more festive manner. To which Sanji is happy to help because, how could he say no to a beautiful lady in need? Zoro on the other hand did not want to go but Nami blackmailed him into doing this "eentsy weetsy" favor for her girlfriend. (He still owes her money.)

Luffy, Zoro and Franky help with carrying the heavy things. Usopp and Franky do the lights and music set-up. Sanji does cooks the food and the rest help with decorations and setting up different attractions.

Once the event began, they put Franky and Robin in the haunted house, Book has a performance, Luffy is let to run around because he can't stay in one place and so on everyone is at attractions. Sanji thought he was going to be at the food stands, but then Nami drags him aside to an empty standalone booth. What was even more confusing was that Zoro also had one right next to his.

Nami as if talking to toddlers: You guys are gonna be on kissing booth duty, isn't that exciting?!

Zoro: Wtf? No, I'm not doing that.

Nami, taking out her phone: Let's see, January - 50, February - 25, Match... wow 140 that's a lot, huh? Anyways, April -

Zoro: Okay, okay I get it.

Zoro got a line of beautiful girls, some young some old, but his attitude is the same for all of them. Irritation with slight boredom. Sanji on the other hand, had only a handful of women. Most were Okamas and his line was still twice smaller than Zoro's.

Sanji agrees because he would live to kiss pretty ladies. He doesn't need convincing, but Nami throws in a "I'm putting the two most handsome boys on these stands after all" just to ensure Sanji stays.

She also ended up giving them a quota to fulfill.

In their "hygiene break", Sanji grabs him by the collar and gets real close to his face.

Sanji: You think you're all that just because you got more ladies? Huh?

Zoro smiling for the first time since the festival started: Are you jealous of them, cook? Of you want a kiss, you gotta pay me first.

Sanji becomes furious and starts shouting at him but then a lady from the ones waiting speaks up.

Woman: Um, actually, I'd pay to see you two kiss.

Sanji: ...

Sanji: Pardon? Je ne comprends pas. ("I don't understand" in french)

Zoro looks at the woman: You have the money?

Woman: Yes.

And she put the money in the slot.

Zoro smiles again and shrugs: Welp, money's money. Works for me.

He grabs Sanji by the back of the neck and plants a kiss on his lips. It was short and as if out of spite. Not in a bad way. Im fact Sanji was surprised how much "not in a bad way" it was. His lips were soft and soaked in long overdue passion. He couldn't dare say it was in a good way though, he still had some pride to admit it.

Still, he was frozen in place.

Another "client" raised their hand in the air holding money: I want the same thing, please!

Zoro nodded and kissed Sanji again, ironically enough it broke Sanji's trance-like state. He was a bit too aware of everyone's eyes on them.

Zoro, amused and absolutely sure Sanji wouldn't do it, tilts his head in the person's depreciation, he laughed: You heard the clients, so what ya gonna do love cook?

A third person from the back, throwing in three times the price: I'll pay triple for Sanji to kiss him.

Sanji furrows his brow, takes a deep breath and pulls Zoro into a deep and passionate kiss that caught everyone off guard. Once he pulled away, they were both out breath and everyone was watching them wordlessly.

After a long moment of Sanji's determined eyes looking into Zoro's pleasantly shocked ones, the cook looked back at the people and announced: That's the last show your getting from us. Booths are open again.

After that, until the end of the night qt least eight more people asked if they could make them kiss each other again, but they said "no".

Afterwards Zoro was pulled aside before they could go to the others. He got pinned to the wall, Sanji's hands leaning on either side of his head. They were sharing air, almost like when they were fighting but if felt so much more intimate this time for some reason.

Sanji: Stop me if you don't like what I'm about to do.

After which Sanji kissed Zoro again. Not being watched must have been a factor, because if Zoro guessed by his movements and kisses, Sanji was no longer holding back on him.

Zoro never stopped him.

#zosan #zoro x sanji #sanji x zoro #one piece zosan #op #answers #i wrote this half asleep pls ignore the typos

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