#like idk it was just walking out into snow and being the only person outside in the cold

[angel-eyes05]

a spider in the snow

pairing: fem!reader x miguel o’hara

summary: you help rehabilitate an injured miguel after he returns from one of his late night patrols…in more ways than one

warnings: nsfw, fluff then smut then fluff, handjob (both m and f recieving), blood mention, an incy wincy tincy bit of angst

word count: 2.5k

notes: heyyyyy i've come back from the dead. i don't really write a lot of one shots so go easy on me for this one. just like every horny person on the internet, i’ve fallen head over heels in love with miguel o’hara. this is me giving into my impulses lmao. sorry if i do anything thats out of character idk him that well so just work with me here. i also don't know everything about nueva york and if names are different than here or something so im just gonna pretend they’re the same. if they are, great! if not, just go with it lmao. one more thing, despite being cuban i am a no sabo kid (rip me) so i had to use a translator for some of this so apologies in advance if some things aren't super accurate. ok lets get on with the show.

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Snowy nights in Nueva York have always been one of your favorite parts about moving up north. Seeing all the lit up buildings illuminated in the snow, all the people ice skating in Rockefeller Center rink just below your apartment window, the reminders of Christmas coming soon. It kept your heart warm against the freezing temperatures outside. You also loved the feeling of being able to bundle yourself up in blankets and hoodies, a mix of yours and your boyfriend’s, having an excuse to make hot chocolate, and finally being able to use the fireplace that normally laid dormant in the middle of your living room. The one con about the snow was when it would land on Miguel’s patrol nights. Your already nervous mind was only heightened by the added uncertainty of everything that could happen while he was out there. What if he got too cold while out there and it affected his ability to fight? What if it started snowing too hard and he wouldn’t be able to find his way back to the apartment? You knew some of your concerns were probably dumb, but they felt serious to you. 

This was one of those nights. One of the nights where you would sit on your couch, next to the cracked window, unable to sleep until you could see him come back safe. You flipped through the channels of the tv aimlessly, trying to find something to keep your mind off of the growing cold outside. You eventually turn it off after coming across the weather channel, claiming a snowstorm would be rolling into the city in about 15 minutes. Deciding there was nothing you could do about your situation, you walked over to your bedroom and wrapped yourself in your massive duvet to shield from the cold. Worries dashed around your mind about everything that could happen. Despite being verbally supportive about Miguel and his…hobbies, you really hated the idea of him sneaking out in basically pajamas almost every night to “beat up the bad guys” essentially. Even though he had explained everything to you by this point, having been dating for about three years now, you still couldn’t quite understand everything. Radioactive spiders? Corrupt businesses? Fangs and claws? Mutations? A multiverse? It was a lot to wrap your head around. But, despite all of this, all of your worries and concerns over Miguel, you stayed. Because you knew you didn’t start dating him because of his whole superhero business or whatever. You were dating him because you loved him. The real him. The way he would always press gentle kisses into the crook of your neck. How on his days off, you would be woken up to the smell of eggs and bacon cooking in the kitchen just for you. How he would always whisper sweet praises to you while you would give him head. How easily he could be crumbled down beneath his rock hard exterior. The Miguel underneath the red and blue spandex. You dreamt of this as you slowly fell into a calm slumber. You fell asleep bundled up in all the blankets on your bed, arm outstretched to the opposite side the bed, almost as if you were reaching for something that wasn’t there. 

After some time had passed, you’re not sure exactly how much, you were awoken by a thud coming from your bathroom. You lazily rubbed your eyes and grabbed your alarm clock to check the time. 3:47 am. Yeah, that’s definitely Miguel in there. You dragged yourself out of bed to help him out, throwing one of this hoodies over your tank top for extra warmth. You also liked how it still smelled like him after three times in the wash. You opened the door, eyes squinting from the bright fluorescent light. And there he was. You found it endearing. How Miguel was trying, and failing, to reach this massive scratch on his back to clean it instead of just waking you up to ask for your help. You look to the floor to find a bottle of hydrogen peroxide sitting there on the rug, probably what caused the thudding sound. You stood there leaning in the doorframe, waiting for him to notice you, even though he probably already heard every step you’ve taken from the bed up to the door now. “You need any help there?” you ask him, jokingly. You had seen him in much worse conditions, so you took moments like these to be more comedic, an attempt to lighten his mood sort of. It didn’t usually work. “No, I got it. Please go back to sleep,” he said, still attempting to wrap his arms around himself. You rolled your eyes and walked over to sit behind him, picking up the hydrogen peroxide off the floor and grabbing a couple of cotton balls from the first aid basket. “Mi amor, please go back to sleep, I promise I can do this by myself,” he argued. Before he could get another word in, you poured some of the hydrogen peroxide over his wound. He groaned in response and squeezed your thigh to help level out the pain. “That’s for worrying me all night,” you said to him, just over the volume of a whisper. As you began to dab the blood off of his cut, he responded. “You know I don’t want you to worry.” Once you could see he was turning his head around to look at you, you turned your eyes away. You didn’t really want to look at him right now. It’s not that you were mad at him. Ok that’s a lie, you were a little mad. But it was more of a helplessness you felt when you would see him like this. Beat up, cut, scratched, bruised. And there wasn’t anything you could do to help. Not until after at least. And it wasn’t like you were a trained nurse or anything. You dreaded the day that he would come stumbling through the window, too injured for you to take care of yourself. Or worse. The day he wouldn’t come home at all. “Yeah, well that doesn’t mean I don’t,” you said sort of coldly. You stood up from your position, waiting to patch up his back until after he showered. You changed your positions to sit from behind him to in front, ready to take care of his front side now. “I don’t want to talk about that right now tho-.” You cut yourself off when you finally saw his face

Cuts were scattered across his face, one above his eyebrow still dripping blood catching your attention first. He also had a bruise quickly forming on his left cheekbone. Once you moved your eyes more, you saw his nose marked with a deep cut going through the middle. His beautiful nose. It was one of your favorite parts of his appearance. Done scanning his face, your eyes moved down to his chest and his torso. His chest was marked with similar cuts to the one on his back. You kept your eyes on his chest in an attempt to hide the fact you were holding back tears right now. “I’m sorry mi cariño. I really am.” You knew he was. But sorry wasn’t going to keep him safe. This was one apology among many. It didn’t really matter. He wasn’t sorry for getting hurt again and again and again. He was sorry for the fact you had to see him like this. If you wouldn’t have seen that he was injured, he wouldn’t have said anything And you knew after this apology as well, he would go out tomorrow night and do the same thing over again. You didn’t respond to his words. All you could manage to do was pull him into an embrace and apologize when he winced from your hands hitting his cuts. You sat there for a bit, running your hands through his hair and trying to hold yourself back from crying. He nuzzled his head into the crook of your neck and planted gentle kisses there, each a little apology from him. Once you finally pulled away and wiped your face, you started to clean the scrapes on his face, this time more gentle than his back. You dabbed the cotton ball on his forehead as he held you straddled on his lap. He admired your features as you concentrated on him, rubbing your back with his fingers in the process. You didn’t say much, only a simple “sorry” if you were a little too rough with cleaning. Despite the stern face you were putting on, Miguel knew you secretly liked the way he would grab at your thighs and hips with his claws when you did something that hurt.

Once you were finished, you silently put the first aid equipment away and left the bathroom so he could take a shower. He planted a soft kiss into your forehead before you left the room. Once you crawled back into bed, you sighed to yourself. How did you end up here anyways? There’s no way you were expecting all of this when you first saw Miguel at the concert bar that day. Some days were amazing with him. Others were much harder. And while you’ve definitely had worse days with him, today was leaning on the latter option. You contemplated all of this until you heard the door to the bathroom behind you open, Miguel stepping out of the steaming room with his towel wrapped around his lower body. You were very quickly reminded of one of the reasons you’ve stayed with him for so long. The way his wet curls were laying around his head. How his chest glistened while it was damp, despite currently being tattered with cuts at the current moment. He sleepily shuffled over to the bed, dropping his towel before crawling up close to you in bed. The warmth of Miguel’s freshly showered body against yours helped to melt the majority of your worries away. It also helped that you could feel his his cock getting harder against your leg while he cuddled against you. You finally turned around to face him, cupping his jaw in your hand and rubbing your thumb across his face. He grasped your hand and pressed soft kisses into it. “I love you so much Miggy,” you finally said, breaking the silence and drawing his eyes towards you. “I really do, and I’m sorry if I ever make it seem like I don’t. You just…you scare me sometimes.” You quickly realize those weren’t the words you meant. You begin to stutter and take back your words a bit, until you see that Miguel has given you his full attention. You take a deep breath and continue. “You don’t scare me. It’s more of what you do that scares me. I never know when you’re gonna come back or if you even are. If you think I take joy in taking care of you after you come back, I really don’t. I hate seeing my boy like this. And it makes me scared that one day you’re gonna come back in a shape I can’t fix. It scares me so bad Miggy you don’t even know,” you say, choking back your tears. Once Miguel notices you’re about to start crying, he wraps his arms around you immediately. “Shhh it’s ok preciosa,” he comforts as you quietly cry into his broad shoulders. “I’m so sorry for making you worry,” he says in between kissing the top of your head. “I promise I’ll make it up to you, and I love you too.” 

You pull away from his hug and stare into his beautiful crimson eyes as he wipes away your tears. You suddenly fall into the overwhelming urge to kiss him. He returns the kiss with even more passion than you put into it. You quickly found yourself exploring his body with your hands, moans escaping his lips whenever you would graze over one of his wounds. You drew yourself closer to him to absorb more of his body heat, though you were quickly reminded of his bare cock as you could feel it hardening on your leg. Your hands eventually made it down there, teasing Miguel along the way as you felt him up on the way down. You then took his hard, already wet cock into your hands, caressing every ridge you could find on it. You could hear more moans exit his mouth and slide into yours as you handled him like putty. He would let out messier sounds, even a growl at one point, and jerk forward into your hand when you would tease around his tip. “F-fuck baby. Y-you’re s-so good to me. ‘N pr-retty too,” he would blurb out Feeling his cock get increasingly hard in your hand began to make you slightly wet as well. This only increased as Miguel began to take off your underwear as well, sliding two of his fingers into your pussy and placing his thumb to draw circles onto your clit. Your grip on his length becomes lazy and sloppy as you’re stimulated as well. You’re surprised at how quickly Miguel is able to find your clit, but then again you expect him to know your body so well after three years. After both of you have been at it for a while, you’re the first one to get close to your orgasm. “Fuck M-Miggy, I-I’m gonna cum,” you manage to moan out. His kisses on you get sloppy as he reaches his as well. It’s over for you once he begins to put more pressure onto your core. You let out an inhuman noise as your stomach fills with the white heat of your orgasm, shaking your entire body. Miguel takes his fingers out of your entrance and licks your cum off of his fingers. It’s then over for him when you eventually put the pressure of your fingers onto his cock. You hand is then covered in his cum once he reaches his climax in your fist, moaning intensely into the air. While he’s in the middle of his orgasm, his claws pop out of his fingers and into your hips and underneath your thigh where his hands are placed. Then, he lets out his fangs and uses them to leave hickeys into your neck, making sure not to let out any of his poison while doing so. “Just stay here with me Miggy,” you sigh out, his fangs deep into your neck. “You don’t ever need to go back out there again. Just stay here with me forever.” He simply nods at first, still sucking into your neck. Once he lets go and and begins to calm down, he responds with “Forever and always mi corazón,” whispering the words into your ear as he lays more kisses along your collarbone and neck.

You stare outside the window at the falling snow, hoping this time he’ll keep his word, but knowing deep down that he wasn’t going to. But for now, you could just appreciate your time with him now. He was all yours right now. Everything. And that was enough.

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A/N: uhhhh sorry but i didn't feel like proofreading this cause its super late for me rn sorry not sorry lmao

#miguel o'hara x reader #miguel o'hara #across the spiderverse #spiderman 2099 #spiderman #x reader #smut #marvel smut #spiderman across the spiderverse #spiderverse

[binniebakery]

Lover

nonidol!au soobin x gn!reader fluff established relationship ♡ Summary: based off of taylor swift's lover !!! soobin is being the gentleman he is, neither of you know how to not be sick🤨 ♡ Warnings: tall soobin agenda??, reader gets called cute, someone's a little sick smh, lmk if theres something im missing! ♡ A/N: second fic wow.. l! this was a little self-indulgent but I really hope yall enjoy! idk if someone has done this before im sorry adsfasdf this song smacks and soobin is so lover coded i had to put my thoughts down asap (erm also not proofread so!!! 😻😻)

You were never really a morning person. It was a Saturday, why would the sun be so cruel as to wake you up as it shone through the beige curtains of your bedroom? As soon as your lashes fluttered open you realized that the blanket had been pulled away from you, only covering half of your shivering body. Sure winter was coming to an end soon, but snow still covered the ground outside and the warmth of your sleeping boyfriend’s body seemed more inviting than ever. You flipped around to catch Soobin softly asleep. His hair was messily fluffed around as one arm rested above his head, the other mistakingly holding on to the bunched-up blanket that was meant to cover your side of the bed instead of holding you. You couldn’t possibly be mad at someone for stealing your blanket when he slept like such an innocent angel. After all, you knew any other time he would be willing to give you the entire thing just for you to stay warm. And there’s this dazzling haze, a mysterious way about you dear.

Smiling as you wrapped your arm around his side, you leaned in to press your forehead against his. Of course, just softly enough so he wouldn’t wake up. The sun’s rays hardly peeked into the room but it was enough to perfectly land on his features and highlight his button nose as Soobin occasionally sniffled in his sleep. His dark hair and lashes a lighter color from being showered in sunlight. Work had been stressing him out more than usual lately and he finally was able to get a few days off. Just in time for him to start catching a cold. Luckily, you being the cautious couple you are, were able to catch the symptoms in time and he had been recovering quite quickly. That’s when it hit you that you needed to walk to the nearest market to restock the tea he had been drinking for dear life to help with his scratchy throat.

You pressed a kiss onto his forehead and as carefully and quietly as you could, sat up from your bed. Right as you were about to slip a foot onto the cold floor, you felt a large hand lazily reach for you, lightly dragging an index finger down your arm in soft protest. “Mm hey, where you going?” a soft mumble could be heard from the once sleeping giant that lay beside you. You turned to see Soobin forming a soft pout. “Just to the store really quickly Binnie. Need to get you some more tea for your throat.” you responded, softly poking his doughy cheek. “So.. you’re going without me?” his pout was now more prominent than ever, cutely contrasting his deep and groggy voice. “Soobin, you’re still recovering. I don’t want to reverse that” you sighed. Your boyfriend was now tugging at the hem of your sweater. How can someone be so endearing? “It’s fine, justmythroa-” he wasn’t even able to finish his sentence as he coughed and reached over to grab the half-empty water bottle that sat on the nightstand. Can I go where you go?

“Please.. I feel fine I swear y/n. I’ll wear a mask and everything. Can’t have you going by yourself.” he pleaded with a soft smile. You knew Soobin was clingy when he got sick, but it was obvious this time that he wanted to make up as much time as he could for how busy he had been the past month. How could you say no? Can we always stay this close? You made sure your boyfriend was wrapped as tightly and warmly as possible. Holding onto him tightly as you walked down the street. The urge to constantly adjust his scarf every few seconds scratching at your brain. You looked up at him to see Soobin smiling fondly down at you. “What? Toothpaste on my mouth?” you tilted your head. Soobin chuckles and shakes his head. “No, you just are extra cute today, nothing new.” Forever and ever.

On your way back to your apartment, you felt your own throat begin to feel sore and itchy. Most likely due to the reason that you weren’t wearing a scarf yourself. Not wanting to alert the overprotective giant bunny walking beside you, you (not so) discretely coughed into the arm that wasn’t currently wrapped around your boyfriend as soon as a loud gust of wind whooshed by. On instinct, Soobin immediately stopped in his steps. “Did you just cough?” he said as he stared you down. “No- I-.. okay yes sorry I just don't want you to think I’m si-” Before you could continue you felt warmth wrap around your neck. “Binnie! What are you doing?! You’re going to get sick again!” Ladies and gentlemen, will you please stand? “Hey, hey, don’t fuss you need it more, I already feel better just being with you. Plus, we’re already here.” Soobin pointed out as you realized you were only across the street from your apartment. Smiling softly, you intertwined your cold fingers with his warm ones as you finished your journey back home. Or you could say home was right there in that moment, holding you close and offering his scarf.

With every guitar string scar on my hand take this magnetic force of a man to be my, lover

As your boyfriend quickly put the laundry away, you were just about finished making tea for the both of you. Pouring the tea into your favorite mugs, you felt a warm pair of arms wrap around you. Soft music played on your tv speakers as the snow began to fall outside. “This might be the last time we get snow this year..” you mumbled as Soobin rested his nose into your hair. “Mhmm.. how’s your throat bunny?” he responded. “Hmm.. you know I think I need a kiss better from someone.”

Soobin chuckled, a light smirk on his face as he turned you around to pull you in. “Well, maybe I shouldn’t. After all, you’re getting sick, I’m getting sick-” he teased. “Oh can you please just shut up and give me a kiss” you laughed as you pulled him in. Just like every kiss you had with him and every kiss to come, his lips were sweet and inviting. Your arms wrapped around his neck as he leaned down to wrap his around your waist and lift you up. Swear to be overdramatic and true to my lover Sharing soft laughter and light touches, you both remained protected and oblivious to the harsh cold outside. Winter was getting warmer, not because of spring, but because of your lover.

#tomorrow x together #soobin #soobin fluff #soobin x reader #soobin x y/n #txt fluff #txt imagines #txt scenarios #BakeryTreat♡

[ducksbyday]

HELLO TUMBLR PEOPLE

I HAVE BEEN ASKED TO WRITE MORE SO I SHALL OBLIGE

I will never get over how sweet the tumblr/qsmp community is. yall are so sweet and amazing and oof- hugs for all

PART 2 QSMP MEMBERS + THE KINGDOM (DDG) WOOOO

[You can find part 1 here]

PHILZA - FIRJEN/LJORD

The only kingdom to fully get wiped off the face of the earth for good, leaving almost no trace of it ever existing in the first place (the king deleted his YouTube channel :,( )

In the north peak of Midisti, deep in the snow was once the freezing kingdom of Firjen. It was a kingdom with little allies that mostly kept to themselves. It was once ruled by King Joris who, after losing the war against Entropia & friends, lost everything. The Goddess Eclypsa took notice of the unnecessary blood spill and became enraged. Fueled with grief and anger, she decided to save King Joris by bringing him to Ljord. Here she gifted him the dragons of Bovisti.

The king, broken but determined, rebuilds his empire in the new snowy lands of Ljord. He recruited new people, found some of his old companions, and eventually got revenge on Entropia after capturing King David and feeding him to the dragons. But his glory didn't last forever. His men turned on him, kicked him off the throne, and threw him in jail, never to be heard from again.

Philza seems to me like a person who'd do well in Firjen/Ljord. Either as someone who stayed loyal to King Joris and went down with him or as one of the people who turned on him in the end. Perhaps he realized that the revolution and appointing a new king did not make things any better, and joined the refugees to Fenrin to fight for freedom from the outside. Also, he has a history with cold lands (the Artic Empire & his DSMP base with techno). Plus he is currently taking care of two dragon eggs, which is fitting to me.

MISSA - HELLIOS

Truly a great place to be. As the name says, Hellios is the kingdom’s version of Hell. If you're bad and you die, you get doomed to live in a black, lifeless realm for all eternity named Hellios. If good, you go to Elementos, a haven with everything a person can dream of.

Hellios is run by Celcrius (the God of the underworld) and his mage Arjan. They are known to dabble in dark magic, necromancy, and mind control and will use it without hesitation. This has been made very clear since the beginning. In episode 1 of their series, they resurrect an old king intending to take over the kingdom of Tyksa.

Q!Missa being a walking, living, breathing skeleton fits in well with how Celcrius goes about his business. I see Misa possibly being one of Celcrius' workers who was brought to life by the mage. He could've been an informant, sent to the surface to collect information. I like to think Celcrius told him to spy on people from a distance, but Misa misunderstood completely. Instead, he started trying to blend in with civilization so collect info that way. People might've been a bit freaked out at first, since he's a walking skeleton but eventually got used to it. "But he's so kind though!"

QUACKITY - BOR

Kingdom Bor is.. a strange one. I don't know much about them except that they live inside hills and mountains, are OBSESSED with carrots, and don't seem to take anything seriously.

They're most known for the song the king wrote about importing carrots. Further, the kingdom is known for the song the king wrote about jumping around. Also, the king blew up a part of his own kingdom because looking at it made him sad. He also started beef with Hellios for some reason. Idk even how.

In general, the whole kingdom is just a bunch of lads messing around and being stupid. The fact that they survived for two seasons and won multiple wars is incredibly shocking to me.

I think Q!Q would fit in well seeing the many many times he went missing, and then came back, and then went missing, and then came back, and then- you get the point. He's unhinged, a little bit crazy and I think he would be busting it down if he heard the songs about carrots and jumping.

WILBUR SOOT - MURA (kinda)

I wanted to assign Wilbur to a kingdom but then later changed my mind. I think it be cool if he was a nomad, traveling from kingdom to kingdom to play music and have a good time. But if I did have to assign him somewhere it would probably be Mura (the kingdom of former nomads, who sworn to never participate in wars).

This is all for now, since it it getting very late for me and I am very sleepy. I hope you enjoyed reading this! :D Sending love to everyone <3

#The kingdom ddg #qsmp #quackity smp #quesadilla smp #qsmp philza #qsmp missa #qsmp quackity #qsmp wilbur #So glad I got to talk about my favourite skrunk Koning Joris #The fact that all his content is gone still makes me sad LMAO #I never truely got to see a lot of the Kingdom of Firjen/Ljord #But he was always one of my favourites #now I go sleep #good night tumblr people

[ventiffy]

𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝒶𝓁𝓁𝒾𝒶𝓃𝒸𝑒 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝒷𝑜𝓊𝓃𝒹𝓈 𝓊𝓈 𝓉𝑜𝑔𝑒𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓇 ♡ PT.4

EHEH *cries* GUESS WHO GOT THEIR *beep* PERIOD.... MEE! *cries again* ANYWAYS HERE IS pt.4 OF I FORGOT, jk, "The alliance that bounds us together"

FOR NEW PEOPLE, YES IF YOU HAVEN'T READ THE TAGS NOR SEEN THE HEADER (picture above).THIS. IS. A. DOTTORE FIC BC I LOVE HIM UGGH.. before any Dottore hater comes in my replies saying I shouldn't write these fics since they ship the reader with a HORRIBLE person... go away. Your comment doesn't compete with my love for him ever since his unhinged little self came into the manga. I read the manga before playing the game and so basically ever since I started playing genshin, even though he never appeared in game he was my fav character (AND I KNOW HIS LORE, IVE READ EVERY SINGLE ARTICLE THAT REVEALS SOME OF HIS LORE, I KNOW EVERYTHING ABOUT HIM)--(plus my post don't appear when at your home page so u either 1 follow me or looked at the tags so, you asked to see something like this- RANT OVER -

WARNINGS: should've put this for the last one BUT Dottore is named as "Zandik", mention of Pantalone (This shouldn't be a warning, just that I'm not going to put Pantalone in the tags cuz, this fic isn't about him so like why should I do that? MENTION OF TORTURE... NOT IN THE WAY YOU WOULD THINK THOUGH- READER IS AGED UP, SCHOOL = SOMETHING LIKE UNIVERSITY IDK- NOT PROOFREAD FOR NOW BECAUSE IM IN TOO MUCH PAIN, mention of the word : heck and hell

Summary: Just look at the part plz, this intro is getting too long-

You came back home safely. It felt as you went on a normal walk although, you had a particular destination that was not related to school at all. To you it felt just like a normal walk but instead of merely walking alone, you were with somebody to which you could interact with!

You decided to go on Zandik s' account, you remember not seeing any post, instead he only got tagged by accounts that you didn't care much about. The reason why they appeared on post/tagged was basically out of honor of sort. Heck, the Snezhnayan government even mentioned him on their post about how some particular doctor of theirs had figured a discovery that they'll look into professionally. Theirs? What did they mean by theirs? Did Zandik work for them. Already, you heard how the training to just become a soldier there was torture. Huh, good for him then. He was able to go through the stress of becoming a Doctor at the most demanding Akademiya AND he was able to put up with straight up torture the training gave him. You knew people were serious when they said you'll most likely die at the trainings then when you're actually at war. The Fatui had to set up their own healing buildings near their departments due to how many soldiers get ALMOST fatally injured. But yet, you found it weird. Neither did being a trainee in the Fatui nor did being a student at Sumeru Akademiya give you any breaks, so how did he manage to accomplish both and succeed further on. He looked young, possibly in his twenties. So, he couldn't really graduate and go straight to the Fatui. Since, trainings take 3 months to do since soldiers have to get to go in their camps in their group.

They take about a week if their lucky to walk to a certain destination in the middle of nowhere, yet they also have to go through the heavy snow, the icy wind while wearing a uniform almost made for the summer. They also have to go through storms on flat terrains which end in to soldiers getting electrocuted, through avalanches if their route makes them go by the edge of mountains during a storm. Then they get to site, yet you also have to know they are carrying all of their materials, even whatever they'll use as shelter and food to which they have to unpack and build on whatever terrain was given to them, whether it's bumpy or not, they decide whether they want to sleep in their sweaty uniform in a somewhat secured space or outside during maybe storms since that is the most frequent disaster experienced on a daily basis by the land of Snezhnaya itself.

After that torture, the next day they'll have to wake up early, most soldiers in training get 5 hours of sleep at that time. And then, for about more then two months wit their commander they'll have to go on expedition all while going through courses such as going on one without wearing any form of shoes or socks, they'll have to use weapons against enemy camps. If they get hurt, they have to wait to get healed only after they get back to camp, which leads to infections. They are forced to swim through cold lakes in the early morning when the temperatures are at their coldest. So on and so on.

So basically, now you kind of had an idea that one maybe he didn't work at all. But, on that particular post, they mentioned "past soldier" then they tagged his "@". And, you can't really join before the time you're officially an adult so basically older than 18 years of age. You decided that nothing really peeked your interest so you decided to see who was following him.

Huh.

How?

How was a harbinger following him if he was some random Fatui soldier? Was it usual for the 9th to follow all sorts of Fatui soldiers..? Maybe the ones he trains..? No, the 9th doesn't train since he doesn't fight...

Maybe the one who takes the 9th place of the 11 Fatui Harbingers, used to be a Student at that Akademiya. Both of them looked around the same age and both of them were smart enough to be at least decent at that school. But, wasn't there a rumour that Pantalone grew up poor, the fees of that school have a price that not just anybody can afford, unless they have a scholarship. But only those seen as "average" get them.

But, although the possibilities were rare... Could Zandik and Dottore be the same person all at once?

It would make sense though since, Zandik only said he went to the Akademiya. He never said if he graduated from it though. And Dottore has is past sort of well known to those whose work has been somewhat related to his. Now most people know that he was expelled from that Akademiya for his inhuman experiments but, one of the higher harbingers, supposedly the first, gave him the opportunity to continue testing those blasphemous theories of his.

But, it was late. You didn't want to ask him any questions. Maybe you'll ask him tomorrow at his lab.

Me reading this is in like one year wondering what the hell was I doing:

Y'all reading the end basically realizing I did a cliff hanger once again (maybe on the verge on blocking (MAYBE unfollowing - 😒) me for being lazy and not writing the end bc I write right before sleeping-:

YEAH UHH adding memes at the end of my posts is definitely something I'll start doing more because it's fun. *cries in cramp pain* I MAY START AN AO3 WHERE I UPLOAD ALL THE CHAPTERS OF THIS FIC- ANYWAYS BYEEE-

#fatui dottore #genshin dottore #il dottore #dottore #genshin zandik #genshin impact #genshin #dottore x y/n #dottore x reader

[mrm-pachypoda]

Idk who the fuck I can talk to about this, so I’m writing it here just so it’s Somewhere™️

So, to lay a bit of background, I may or may not have psychosis. I’m going to get officially tested in early May, so we’ll see soon.

Another thing to note is that I’m a fan of the Magnus Archives. So, it doesn’t take a rocket scientist to guess that I’ve been having hallucinations regarding the Distortion. Specifically Michael, I think. It’s probably because it was my comfort character when listening through the podcast?

Anyway.

I started seeing it a month ago, outside my window at night, or on the opposite side of the street, to eventually being right behind me. However, usually if I looked at it directly, it was gone.

I was feeling its Presence months before that, since November at the earliest. I was oddly never perturbed by Knowing that it was there, even when I somehow Knew what it was.

I’m a city guy, who insists on taking public transport everywhere instead of figuring out how to drive. Today was no different, sitting down at the second closest seat to the front door of the bus, on a weird elevated platform directly over one of the front wheels. Before the bus takes off, I see him. Or it.

Based on a generous guesstimate, it was broadly six and a half feet tall. Clad in thick black snow boots, snow pants (?) and a long winter coat with synthetic fur lining the hood. It was a lot more muted than I thought, actually. It had skin. Don’t know what color, but it was human. It did have unruly, curly shoulder-length blond hair, but it could’ve been anywhere between dirty blond to golden to platinum: I truly couldn’t tell. I think it had eyes, but I could only ever see its irises. I never could see a sclera, and I couldn’t tell where its eyelids began. Every time I looked at it, the color of its hair and eyes(?) shifted. However, its eyes were usually green, I think. I think it had a nose, and it must have had a mouth, but I never really saw them. It was like looking at an outline of a person, where inside it was fuzzy, and the edges weren’t exact sharp. Its image was clearer when I didn’t fully look at it.

After the bus started moving, It pulled itself up by the bars overhead, moving towards me, but gripping on those bars like inertia had an effect on it. While it was walking, its hands seemed larger, its legs distended, before looking broadly normal again when it sat down on the seat next to me.

We didn’t have conversations. It could communicate negatives and affirmatives, along with general emotions which in combination could tell me basic things when combined with the gestures it made. However, when it tried to Talk, its mouth didn’t move, and it made no sound, but I knew that it was talking. It almost felt like it was speaking at a frequency that only dogs could hear, and its non-mouth that was maybe smiling simply wasn’t animated.

I Knew that it didn’t like my taste in music. I Knew that it was encouraging me to open the monster can that was in the bottle pocket of my bag. I Knew that it found the flannel that I was wearing to be distasteful, especially considering the patches that I’d recently sewed on its elbows were very obviously eye-shaped. I knew that it wanted to laugh, but couldn’t.

It followed me off the bus, moved along with the foot traffic, and didn’t’n’t comment on how the weather was ‘too cold’ for my outfit, even though it was in the mid-forties. It seemed.. certain? Smug? That it.. dressed, I think, ready for the weather. It was 44*F. It’s in hardcore winter camping but also maybe instagram-able clothing (that is, if you applied enough filters). Im definitely tangenting now, but dude’s deranged (no shit).

Yet another case of the pot calling the kettle black, I guess.

It both was and wasn’t tangible. I put a hand on its shoulder, at one point, and nothing was stopping gravity from having an effect on my hand to let it drop, but it didn’t. I quickly snapped my hand away, obviously. That wasn’t a not-sensation that I would ever want to experience again.

Eventually, it didn’t leave. But it did. I saw it get off the second bus and leave, but it also didn’t move at all, just disappearing.

I still don’t know how to feel about it. I wasn’t scared at all, but I know I should be disturbed by this. I know that I should bring this up with someone.

As a side note before I forget:

I’ve drawn Michael before. What I saw today really doesn’t reflect how I have drawn it in the past. This looked almost human, where in my illustrations I tended to lean into it being something Other Than. Don’t know how to feel about that, either.

So, that’s all I have for now. Any thoughts?

#stfu acton #psychosis #hallucinations #tma #the distortion #michael distortion

[filthforfriends]

Hi! I’m the anon who sent in that Alpha!ethan ask! You asked for more ideas so I opened the floodgates of my brain lmao. Omega!reader goes into heat while Ethan is running errands or smth and when he gets back reader literally gets on her knees and starts crying and nuzzling against his legs and is just begging for his knot.

Reader who’s a part of the band (maybe second vocal with Dami?) and she’s the only omega so they all make fun of her (in a nice way) cause she’s just so submissive and so sweet and they jokingly treat her like this little doll, or a fragile thing to be protected but they mean well. And they just tease her about her relationship with Ethan constantly. And it’s a joke until they’re out doing stuff together and reader gets threatened and suddenly there’s three very angry alphas and a beta (Thomas. Idk why I just can’t see him as an alpha) and the person threatening her just runs off immediately while the rest of the band just cooes over their youngest member (reader).

Theyre out and about in Rome and paps start swarming them and reader gets anxious and of course Ethan can tell because they’re mates and they’re literally biologically designed to be perfect for each other, so he lets off some calming pheromones and it works until cameras start being shoved in their faces, trying to get a good shot of the two rockstars, and Ethan just loses it, growling and holding her close and warning them to back off.

Maybe Må are all at the airport, and reader is tinier than all of them, and the youngest and the only Omega, so they’re all really protective. So every time they walk through an airport or smth like that they literally form a circle around her to keep her safe

Or what about when reader crowdsurfs? Naturally all of them wear revealing outfits and sometimes things go wrong but one time she’s only got tape covering her nipples and she’s crowdsurfing and some guy thinks it’s a great idea to try and feel up her boob, and Ethan deadass stops playing, stands up, walks over to the edge of the stage, grabs Damiano’s mic and just looks at the guy with a kind of deadly fury none of the fans have ever seen from him before and just says “if you touch my omega like that one more time security will be escorting you out. And they won’t be nice about it.” Cause literally everyone loves the reader, even the staff and the people who work for them.

Or maybe exploring on the band dynamics, obviously she’s Ethan’s omega and none of the other members would ever try anything without both parties explicit permission. But Victoria has panic attacks and an omega scenting her helps, so reader just nuzzles her face against Vic and it calms her down. And she just does all these things with certain band members that are just so undeniably omega things to do but not they’re so sweet and helpful.

What about all of their scents? Cause I think with A/B/O dynamics the scents are always so interesting. Personally I feel like Alpha!Ethan would kinda smell like smoke and a forest, but in a good way. Alpha!Damiano smells like pine and that icy smell you get when it’s snowing or cold outside. Alpha!Vic smells like warmth and the colour red I can’t explain it. Like a spicy cinnamon thing and it’s great. Beta!Thomas as a beta naturally has less of a distinct smell but the small he does have is like fresh air and clean laundry. And then reader smells like flowers and it’s just the most inviting scent ever.

God I have so many ideas I’m so sorry to bombard your inbox.

Posting these fantastic headcannons for now because tumblr deserves them

#ethan torchio #ethan torchio headcannons #ethan torchio headcannon #ethan torchio blurb #omegaverse #alpha and omega

[traumasurvivorshelpingsurvivors]

TW: unsafe living conditions (? not like a lot i don't think), rambling sorry

Looking for: advice, validation(?), general opinion

So I was with a few people and we were talking about experiences and stuff and usually I try not to mention any obviously bad stuff lol, but the other people mentioned how their house was under construction until they moved in and I asked them a few questions just 'cause.

I mentioned that my family does a lot of construction and that for nearly all my life I've never lived in a fully finished home. Sometimes there'd be no electricity in half the house or there'd be just one toilet and nothing else in any of the bathrooms working or there was a month+ where the only running water we had was the bathtub so we'd have to wash our dishes there. But like I thought we were trading stories of construction life?

But when I mentioned how in one of our houses we sometimes would get storms and it would knock the electricity out. And when the electricity was out we'd have no heating or running water and we'd hve to burn wood in the basement fireplace to try and keep the house warm enough to not freeze lol. Sometimes it was only for a few hours but we've gone days and like a week or so like that. But when I said that the other person said "I'm sorry that sounds really rough" and stuff along those lines??

I thought we were just trading stories but they seemed weirded out that I haven't really lived in a finished house (parents would buy a really rundown place, work on it for a few years, then sell and repeat). I never mentioned how we were technically homeless between houses or how most of the houses when we moved in were so bad I sometimes camped outside because there'd be a ton of mold and sometimes shit and stuff. My parents stayed in our camping trailer for a few months while we worked on the most recent house while I slept in a room with plastic and tape over the door to keep the air dust levels down.

We've also had to take down some outside walls and/or replace windows so there was this one week in winter where my bedroom had no window and I got snowed on when I slept lol. There was another house where we had the hole back of a room taken out and we rebuilt the wall but there was a small section with a water problem that every day when I walked back from school I had to check and inspect it to see if there was more damage. Stuff like that you know?

Looking back sure I wasn't really given a mask when I should of or sometimes I didn't grab my gloves (if I didn't I wouldn't get them) or I didn't get ear protection or sunscreen or stuff but eh, technically we shouldn't have been doing the electrical or plumbing in the first place (honestly idk if my parents ever got the right permits ya know?)

I mean, yeah I guess living somewhere were you're expected to work when you get home after school (by the time I was 7 I was grouting floors and helping with electrical, building, plumbing, etc. When I was 5 I was already helping drag 2 by 4s down the lawn to help with building fences). And sure maybe it's odd having your room be the tools storage room or having your bed be surrounded with saws and stuff because there's nowhere else to put them or be tetris'd into the back of a truck because all the construction materials and stuff need to fit so you barely have room to breathe but like, idk I think all that stuff is normal?

And yeah my parents would also kinda "rent me out to work" where like. My dad would take on a job and I'd be expected to help out and all that even when I was 8.

Sure my parents have had some... questionable work ethics (my mom doesn't help often because arthritis so it's usually just me and my dad and that's it and sometimes I'm pushed so hard I physically get a little ill or heat stroke-ish) but idk. The people's reaction surprised me because I never really thought about it as being really rough? Like that's just life. Living in a place where there isn't jobs to do and it's all completed is just super super weird to me.

A side effect of this is that my standards for where I live is... rather low since like. I've lived somewhere where we only had 3 lawn chairs and one was held together by sticks (mine lol) and that was all the furniture we had for weeks. The ceilings were exposed and there were wires hanging down, holes in the wall, no doors, bits of hammered out bricks everywhere, etc. Like the air was thick with dust (almost like mist) and you had to wear shoes or else your feet would get stabbed and that's ignoring that the house stank so bad and was still filled with the remains of the last owner's life style (mold in the kitchen and bathrooms, everything was sticky, stuff growing on the walls, etc).

idk I never really considered it a huge deal but ig it might be weird? IDK if it would count as traumatic per say but idk? Is lacking a solid roof over your head, expected (and enforced) work, constant moving, etc developmentally "damaging"?

Hi anon,

What you've said sounds extremely similar to this ask I answered.

Like I said, I’m pretty sure that doing all that construction work as a child is considered child labor. It’s easy for it to feel normal when you are simply used to doing all that and living the ways that you have, but in a broader context, it’s actually quite unusual. If I’m not mistaken, it may also be considered child endangerment regarding getting snowed on in your sleep. You were quite literally being exposed to the elements and I think you should’ve been protected more. These experiences can definitely be damaging.

I hope you’re doing okay now. Please let us know if you need anything.

-Bun

#mod bun #trauma talks #tw abuse #tw child abuse

[garset-grocery]

Alright you scallywags, listen the fuck up. I’m about to explain to you why fall is my favourite fucking season on the face of this earth. I massively Vibe with this season.

First of all, it’s the best weather you could ever possibly have, at least where I live. It’s not hot as balls like summer, and it’s not cold as hell like winter. Don’t get me wrong, all the seasons have their perks (except spring, fuck mud season) but fall weather is simply divine. I LOVE wearing multiple layers (for fashion, obviously) without sweating like a pig, while also not having to cover myself head to toe in snow gear just so I don’t die when I go out for lunch. Absolutely fantastic.

Second, I have SO much to say about the Vibe itself. This is a bit specific, but I have this weird thing where I feel more conscious of my surroundings when I’m outside in autumn? Idk, maybe it’s the knowledge that this season and its beautiful sights are fleeting, maybe it’s just the fresh air, but I feel like I take in more detail about my environment when the wind has a chill bite to it and the leaves are pretty colours. I’d compare it to mindfulness.

Third, A E S T H E T I C. This is a dead horse that’s been beaten so much it’s practically dust at this point, but I am a SLUT for the autumn aesthetic. I mean come on, what’s there not to love? You’ve got the aforementioned pretty trees, orange everything, and of course, the spooky. My entire personal aesthetic is based completely off of the fall/Halloween experience. The crunch of a dead leaf underfoot. The swirling storm of fiery colour when the cool wind kicks up a cloud of leaves. The feeling of temporary, of cyclical decay, the last death rattle. The final stages of decomposition before the long dark, when all the land slips into dreamless sleep. The preparation, the stockpiling, the harvest. The stubborn hope burning in all things that says if all goes well, I will wake up. I will see the sun and the colours of life again.

But I’m a spooky bitch, so of course my absolute favourite part is Halloween. I mean seriously. It’s HALLOWEEN. It’s the one time of year where it’s socially acceptable and ENCOURAGED to revel in all things dark and morbid and creepy. Any other time of year, if I walked around in a black hooded robe and goat skull mask in the shadowy undergrowth of a city park, I’d probably get the cops called on me. But during October? Normal human behaviour, probably doing a photoshoot or something. I just love, LOVE the fact that we have an entire holiday dedicated to spooky ghosts and werewolves and vampires and murderers and giant fucking spiders everywhere. And the fact that it hasn’t been TOTALLY commercialized like other holidays is a really nice bonus for me. There’s no month-long reruns of tired Halloween carols on the radio, no Halloween advertisements telling you to buy all of this year’s Halloween merchandise (ok maybe a little bit of that but it’s tolerable) and there’s overall only a marginal amount of Halloween oversaturation in the media during the weeks leading up to it (at least as far as I’m aware, I don’t have cable TV). The most that big companies are willing to do to dip their fingers in the spooky money pot is some horror movie reruns on TV and some themed candy bars. Other than that (and the entirety of Spirit Halloween, being an outlier) corporations don’t really want to do more with Halloween because it’s by definition a dark, scary holiday with roots in dark, scary folklore, which I imagine is difficult to tap into while also keeping your company image squeaky-clean and stakeholder friendly. And that’s where I think the beauty of Halloween really shines.

See, I might be totally wrong about this, but in my experience, Halloween is very much a Folk Holiday. Yes, it’s extremely widespread and mainstream, but what I’m getting at is that it’s not as forced on us as something like Christmas. It’s still mostly in the hands of the public to decide whether they want to celebrate it or not. And, my god, they DO. Like I said earlier, it’s one of the few times where people are openly invited to explore the darker corners of the human experience. Not only that, but to have fun with it. It’s FUN to go to a haunted house. It’s FUN to dress up as shadowy revenants of death and try to scare the shit out of each other. Hell, it’s basically the only time of year that you can hype your friends up to go try and summon a demon in a graveyard or something without looking like a total psycho. It’s very much all around a fun thing to celebrate fear and the things which cause it, instead of just avoiding them altogether. You can also express yourself really freely, either dressing up as something you or other people find creepy, OR dressing up as something you love and have an interest in. It’s basically the international Cosplay Day. And there’s free candy. Incredible.

So yeah, that’s about it I think. Just thought I’d dump this on y’all since nobody else will listen to me ramble about Halloween for hours. Related: I need to know the cheapest place I can get a lot of chicken wings. For Halloween reasons.

#autumn #fall aesthetic #rant #Halloween #spooky #fall #longest post I’ve made so far tbh #this literally took me a week to write over my lunch breaks

[sexy-sea-basss]

alaska!! interesting 😆

im curious about 15 and 20 (i hope i remember the numbers correctly)

and also 28! whats the highest and lowest temps you’ve personally experienced and what did you do on that day (like on the lowest did you just stay under the blankets or bundled up and go out, etc)

Hiiiii!! Sorry this is late! but I've got some answers!

15  What challenges does Alaska face in terms of infrastructure and connectivity?.

Most villages are not connected to the road system. About 86% of villages are not reached by road. Movement of goods and people is not only difficult, but also very expensive. Alaska has 12 numbered highways, this means that most of Alaska is wilderness- untamed, untouched wilderness. Many Alaskan's have a pilots license for ease of getting to smaller villages, hunting, ect. Flying is a big part of Alaska's culture. One in every 78 Alaskan's is a pilot, which is 6 times more pints per capital than anywhere else is the US. I was almost one, but I chickened out .

 20 How do Alaskans’s deal with the extended periods of darkness in winter and continuous daylight in summer?

We are nicknamed The Land of the Midnight sun because we don’t experience true darkness over the summer, at least where I live. Below is a map of the sun during the summer. The term Civil Twilight essentially means that the sun sets but there’s still enough light to do normal daily activities.

During the summer, many people use black out curtains. They’re literally your best friends in getting any sleep. Adjusting to summer is by far easier than preparing for winter. Black out curtains and eye masks, thats it. Here's a small article on how to deal with the 24hr light.

Preparing for the dark, cold winters takes a lot more than preparing for winter. Alaska has some of the highest rates of depression so a lot of these recommendations and such are to avoid getting really  affected by Season Affective Depressive (SAD). It’s rather unavoidable, but to minimize the effects Alaskans do the following: It’s recommended that we take Vitamin D, continue our daily activities and hobbies, continue being active by either walking or going to the gym. Its encouraged to get “Happy Light” to put in our offices and homes so it mimics daytime. 

Utqiagvik, formerly known as Barrow, the furthest north city in Alaska, experiences 67 days of darkness, and over 80 days of interrupted daylight.

28 whats the highest and lowest temps you’ve personally experienced and what did you do on that day (like on the lowest did you just stay under the blankets or bundled up and go out, etc)

In interior alaska the temps tend to be a little more extreme than in Anchorage (where i live) as it’s regulated by the sea. 

Lowest i’ve personally experienced is like -20°F. I was a kid so I probably stayed indoors hahah in elementary school, we had a rule that if its was below -8°F we would do indoor recess instead of going outside. so -8 was out cut off haha 

As an adult (more like since i've been conscious), the lowest i’ve experienced is like -15 at the glacier a few weekends ago, so I was out and about! I had a few layers on so I stayed warm.

I normally stay indoors when it gets too cold. Sometimes i’ll go cross country skiing when its like -3F, idk why but thats my fave temp to ski in (call me crazy). The snow makes a really satisfying noise when i push off.

The warmest i’ve experienced was probably like low 80s/high 70s. Thats usually when I go hiking, paddle boarding, or roast in the sun. Fun fact, the sun is at a 50 degree angle, so a 75 degree day feels really hot due to the amount of sun hitting your body,. 

#luci answers #Bex tag #Alaska Q&A

[zealund]

best + worst interactions with men

talofa lava + welcome back to another episode of polynesian girl diaries, a podcast about my experiences as a young polynesian woman. i’m your host katie faumuina.

this morning i was craving a blended coffee + instead of making the 20 min drive to my favorite coffee shop i opted to go to costco bc their food court has a cold brew mocha freeze which definitely did the job.

winter is making its way. the mountains are fluttered with snow. no snow on the ground yet where i live but hoping we get a mild winter this year, not really one for the cold although i do love some snow for the holiday affect.

today's episode i will be sharing some interesting/funny/awkward/bad - all of the above, interactions w/ men.

my first story is titled the Ring Doorbell guy.

it was late. past 10 pm. my family was in town + they had been staying w/ me for a bit + earlier that day i had seen them off at the airport. i was sad that they were gone but also grateful to be in my own space again.

i had plans w/ a guy i had been seeing very casually at the time that night [lets call him tallz]. so tallz comes over + we have plans to go see a movie. we're chilling on my couch, cuddling until it's time for us to go see the movie + all of a sudden I get a knock at my door.

i'm weirded out bc i didn't expect any company outside of tallz being there so i peek through my peephole + don't see anyone but kinda see that the person is stepped off to the side so as to not be seen by my ring door bell or the door. i find it odd but open the door anyway.

therein is my neighbor, whom i' probably said hi to a mere one time in passing. curious about what he needed i said hello + asked him just that.

"hi", he whispered. hi?, i awkwardly respond. silence* "i was wondering are u single?" - mind you, this guy is still whispering for some odd reason. ig he didn't want to be heard or let anyone in my house know he was there, idk if this was due to embarassment or what - we will never know.

it was then that it dawned on me that this guy was trying to shoot his shot. awkward. i told him that i wasn't interested + as i was saying goodbye he gets closer to me + in my attempt to create a bit of space between us i extend my hand for a handshake + instead of the handshake this guy goes in for a hug and then as he's hugging me he goes in for a fucking kiss.

completely weirded out + thrown off by his attempt i yell "what's wrong with you? why are you trying to kiss me? u just met you", + then he apologized + turned around, walking as quickly as he could in the opposite direction.

i think tallz heard me bc he then came out in that moment + asked what was going on + if i was ok. i told him what happened + he said the guy had been hanging out outside of my apartment. fucking weirdo.

i was glad tallz was there.

guys who are trying to shoot their shot at a girl they're interested in - plz don't do this. that's creepy + kind of stalker-ish.

this story reminds me a lot of a guy I will call the Denny's guy.

forever ago, used to play volleyball with a group of ppl at a gym + afterwards a group of us would go to denny's to order food + shoot the shit.

one night, a new guy decided to join us at denny's. that was short lived bc apparently he only wanted to make the trip to see me.

so i get to denny's + he calls me over to his car + we start chit chatting + i invite him in with the rest of my friends since they were already at a booth. i quickly learn this guy has no intention of chatting it up with the rest of the group as he pulls me in + tries to kiss me. i dodge the kiss + am bewildered by his gesture.

what are you doing? I ask, offended. needless to say he apologizes + does not come into denny's with us + ends up leaving. so awkward. what makes guys think they can just go in for a kiss?

you've never met me in your life, you don't know me, you haven't even taken me out like what? make it make sense.

this next guy i'll call the vio-lent guy. i first saw this guy at a co-ed volleyball tournament. i remember thinking he was so fine + so damn good at volleyball. we didn't speak at all at the tournament + i don't remember how we managed to connect after that but eventually we made plans to see each other at his hs afterschool since he had football practice later.

i remember being giddy as fuck going to meet up with him.

mind you this was our first time speaking to each other in person. i didn't know what he looked like up close. i've never had a conversation with this boy until that day. in our mtg i would soon come to find that he was fob, didn't know much of english.

my friends + i have an inside joke about this interaction bc at one point he asked me if i played the vio-lent, ig he didn't know how to pronounce violin or didn't know how to pronounce it but yeah friends gave me shit for that lol

he was pretty loud despite this, very popular among the polys.

we held hands throughout the hallway + the head turns were plenty to say the least, i even had an acquaintance pull me off to the side to tell me "girl, no. u can do sm better", i dont think i really cared at the time bc i'm very much the type of person to like someone regardless of what anyone thinks - i don't care to have the approval of my parents or my friends or my family members for that matter, if i like someone idc

i remember going thru this stairway with him + we were holding hands + he turned to me (as if to signal that he wanted to kiss me) + just before he does he smiles really big + i see his teeth + he was missing some teeth, let alone his teeth were yellow + in that moment i got the immediate ick + dodged the kiss + started walking down the stairs.

needless to say i never saw this boy again.

this next one i'll call the passport guy.

i was checking my bags through australia + i remember this polynesian guy asking me for passport to verify some information + i thought nothing of it so i gave him my passport. he scanned over it with his eyes + then wished me well.

that night i received a facebook message request + when i opened it i recognized the guy from the airport immediately. i laughed to myself realizing it wasn't protocol to check my passport at the baggage port, this guy asked so he could look up my name via facebook to talk to me.

i am dead. nothing ever came of it bc obviously i was only just visting australia + it never would've gone anywhere. this is somewhat creepy. would not recommend this. again, a bit stalker-ish.

next up is mr. stone.

this story starts off at an open gym my best friend + i had gone to. i was playing the piano + she was lying on the floor playing on the phone.

right after i had finished up a freestyle piece, a guy makes his way into the room with his phone.

"OK ALICIA KEYS", he said to me. he showed me the video he had taken of me + i laughed, not thinking anything of it.

we made small talk + he said he had barely gotten home from his mission. he was about 2 weeks out from being home + it was rather obvious.

i always found fresh off the mission returned missionaries AKA RM's cringe. + i say this bc they're usually pretty marriage hungry fresh off the mission. ig nothing wrong w/ that but even when i was a mormon, marriage was never really a priority for me. i dated a lot but at no point did i ever feel like marriage was ever really on the back of my mind. ig i had a lukewarm feeling toward it but whatever i digress.

we continue with the small talk + he finds out that i served my mission in LA. he mentions he's actually driving to LA the following week for a wedding + asked if we were interested in going. i thought it to be a bit fwd so i gave him the generic, oh we'll let you know knowing damn well i had no intention of letting him know.

when wrapping up the conversation he asks, "so how am i going to send this video to you?".

internally rolling my eyes, bc i knew what he was doing - also why do guys think they're so slick? this was an obvious move in my eyes. let alone, i've seen myself play the piano millions of times - it was apparent he wasn't asking to send me the video but to ask me out which he did.

we ended up not going to LA w/ him but the following week i had agreed to a date. we went to an italian restaraunt.

it's been so long since this date happened so i don't remember all of the details of the date i just remember that it was somewhat akward praying over our food in public + to be fair he was fresh off the mission whereas i had been home for over 2 years but overall i remember that i liked that he planned the date, picked me up + the date was good.

towards the end of dinner he asked what was next for us to do + we decided that since i lived right next to the gateway at the time (area in downtown slc) we'd explore that + luckily when we got there there was an outdoor exibit going on so we explored that + there was even this chalk wall you could write on that had different prompts occasionally + in that moment the prompt was things you were grateful for.

i don't remember what i wrote or what he wrote but we wrote on the wall, explored the exhibits + then sat down to chat some more.

i thought we were wrapping up the night but it was then that he asked again, "what's next?", slightly flustered i tried to muster up an excuse to go home but just agreed to the idea of visting temple square.

when we got to temple swuare, i remember sitting across the temple + watching it glow in it's beauty + how beautiful of a moment that was UNTIL he asked about my temple worthiness + when i tell him that it's less than ideal he starts treating me like an investigator of the church telling me to open up my scripture app + while i'm doing that he randomly pulls out stones from is pocket + jokes that his little cousins left them there

i don't remember the specific scripture he asked me to read but it definitely felt reheared and preachy

after that whole spiel i fake yawned + told him i was getting tired + that we should head back

while walking back he asked if i had remembered the scripture he referenced earlier at temple square (had to do with clasping on to the iron rod aka the word of god) and he said just as I have to clasp onto that I have to clasp onto his hand

+ at that point i could not hide my disinterest

for one, super manipulative to use the scriptures to get your date to do what you want

second, ew

third, never again

needless to say i never saw mr stone again.

this next story is called mr pizza.

i met mr pizza while i was working at a restaraunt + him + a bunch of his crew came in to order food. while stalking material i remember him pulling me aside to ask for my number. flattered in the moment, i gave him my # + we arranged for a date.

the day of the date i end up having to pick him up which for me was less than ideal but whatever - we go to this pizza joint + throughout the entire date this guy talks incessentaly about himself + anytime he would ask about me he'd find a way to revert it back to himself which i found extremely boring.

he also had this booming voice + loved to hear the sound of his own voice, i definitely knew that it would be the first + last date for sure.

glad the night was over, i dropped him off at his apartment + before he opens the door to leave, he asks me if i want to come up to watch a scary movie with him.

i kindly decline + lie about having an early morning bc we all know what he really wanted.

i think the thing i didn't like about this date was that A: it didn't feel like a date B: he talked the entire time C: he didn't even try to get to know me but wanted me to come up to his room? boy bye.

needless to say, we never spoke or saw eachother again.

mr. hawaii is our next guy + tbh he probably takes the cake on the worst date ppl i have ever encountered on a date.

mr. hawaii was a dude that was from california but served in hawaii. he served in a samoan ward for most of his mission + that excited me a lot bc i thought it meant that he would have a pretty good base-level understanding of my culture + my people. WRONG.

the day of the date this guy comes to pick me up + he is wearing sweats + a tshirt + not only that he smells like pepporoni pizza. i soon came to find out why. in the back of his car was a little cesarz pizza box. great.

this guy took me to his apartment lobby + there we had a conversation + ate little cesars. this probably would've been a more suitable idea for if you were dating a person for a while but definitely not a good first date idea, it's giving low effort low interest vibes but i was like whatever - but this wasn't even the worst part of the date.

the worst part of the date was was he had to say about my people. it was so offensive that i'm not even going to repeat it but the neve that he had to share these things + to the extent that he did + so willingingly, i think it made it even worse because the dude was a palagi talking out of his ass w/ his privlege but yeah definitely turned me off.

+ mind you this guy had the audacity to text me the next day + be like hey sorry i don't think this is going to work out between us + i just laughed at the text bc the audacity to assume i even wanted anything more to perspire between us? ew. so i texted back + was like, "glad it's mutual" + blocked the fucker lol ew thank u next

i'm gonna end this episode off with a good date i went on that really set the standard for me in a lot of ways.

not going to go into details but it wasn't necessarily even what we did on the date it was that this guy initiated everything, took the lead, paid, picked me up - he made sure i was taken care of + it was then that i realized this is what i want in a man.

everything he naturally was, i wanted.

we didn't end up together but the standard he set is yet to be something i've come across but regardless i'm grateful for his example bc it taught me what standard of guy i want + what i like + ultimately what i deserve + that it's possible.

that's it for today's episode. thanks for tuning in. tofa.

[prosebushpatch]

Coffee will be made and words... will be written. That is a Threat at myself.

#rose and rambles #Prosie's writing adventures #if u see me on here yell at me #buckle in yall im writing this dang thesis #im perpetually that one meme where its like panik with the hands on the side of the face #dang it yall i just #uggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh #okay shaking out everything #but nice thing #it's snowing right now #and i went to take out the litter and it's just a blanket #like idk it was just walking out into snow and being the only person outside in the cold #it was very peaceful and i felt calm #i must channel that sense of peace #its going to be okay and i can write this story

[devildomdisaster]

Idk if you read Lore Olympus but chapter 129 gave me an angsty request idea.

So Persephone, who’s the goddess of spring, goes into a hibernation-like state and when her emotions go out of control, she ends up growing her hair really long and her body sprouts a lot of plants from her; to the point of covering her and whatever area she’s in with her plants.

So I would like to request head cannons of the Brothers reacting to an MC who gets really sad whenever the brothers insult or threaten them and after several weeks of being berated by demons it causes MC to shut down and go to their room but mistakes a comfort spell with a plant curse that causes their hair and plants to grow continuously long. The plants fill up MC’s room and while they would normally be surprised at the mistake, they don’t care any more. They allow the plants to to grow, even wrap around their neck and body, and hopes the curse kills them off before the brothers notice as they go in the “hibernation” stage of the curse (The curse causes the victim to grow a lot of plants and vines from their body until they die, which can take a few days).

I’m sorry for being so long and descriptive, I just wanna see the Bros panic and feel guilty that MC felt pushed to do this to themselves but I understand if you don’t want to do it

I don't read Lore Olympus but you described the situation really well so I hope this is something close to what you wanted.

Comfort spell gone wrong

Lately, nothing seemed to be good enough for the demons. No matter what you did one of them would find something to berate you for.

“Mc, your grades are subpar even for an exchange student. You’ll have to try harder in order to not be a disappointment to Diavolo and myself.” Lucifer warned over breakfast.

“Mc, you burned dinner. You should learn to be a better cook.” Beel grumbled. As if you had ever seen any of these ingredients before ending up in the Devildom.

Even Mammon seemed to be in a particularly unpleasant mood. A never-ending string of complaints about how hard it is to protect an ordinary human. “Geez, you’re such a hassle human.”

Taking refuge in the library to study and to give Mammon a break from you proved disastrous and nearly deadly. Somehow you’d managed to spill your cup of tea all over an old somewhat rare text after Asmo had barged in and startled you. Your string of bad luck continued when Satan rounded the corner and saw the soggy tea-stained pages you’d been trying to decipher. In his fit of rage, he’d called you several unpleasant names and asked if you were “capable of doing anything right or if all humans are as stupid as you?” You’d left as quickly as you were able to avoid any more of his wrath.

No matter where you went you kept walking in on Belphie napping and without fail he’d say something nasty to you, that would make tears burn the backs of your eyes.

Levi had angrily called you a “useless normie,” who he wished would “never come back.” and had pushed you from his room with a slam of his door.

Even Asmo who usually just ignored you when he was upset found every reason imaginable to critique your every aspect. Physical and personality. Not a single one of which made you feel any more than worthless.

So was it any wonder when at the end of a long week you’d locked yourself in your room and decided to try that comfort spell you’d heard Solomon talking about? It seemed simple enough. But then your tears had blurred your vision as you’d recited the words and your Latin was still shaky at best. But it was just a few lines! And there was no way you were going to go to one of the brothers for comfort when they had seemed perfectly happy to make you miserable for the last few weeks.

You’d read the spell aloud and curled up hoping that the spell would kick in and you’d feel even just the slightest bit better. The blinding green light and sudden drop in energy was the first and only warning the spell had gone wrong. But being new to magic meant it still sapped your energy, so you didn’t stop to think something might be wrong. By the time you realized what was happening, everything was out of control. Plants had begun to sprout from your skin and the floor around you, growing and growing. With each inch they grew you felt your exhaustion creep up and consume you. You were just so tired. Your eyes fluttered closed. This was wrong! You forced your eyes open again. You need to fix this. The spell! But a short nap wouldn’t hurt, would it? You’d have more energy after you woke up. Then you could go get one of the brothers. Satan would know how to fix this. Or Lucifer! He’d clean the spell up easily. Yes, after you woke up…

Lucifer hadn’t seen you all weekend. He figures you’re most likely studying. But you don’t show up for meals and none of his brothers have seen you either… and oh Diavolo! He can feel the spell from the dining room. How did he not notice sooner? The cold pulling sensation of the spell, like it was sucking the warmth and life from its surroundings.

When Lucifer reaches your door Mammon is already there. Knocking and shouting for you, but there's no answer. He all but breaks your door down, his brothers behind him, and finds you at the center of the spell. Unresponsive and covered in the plants using your energy to grow. The plants had begun climbing up the walls and twisting through your hair, sending out snow-white flowers.

“Beel! Don’t!” Lucifer warns as Beel reaches out to pull a handful of plants from you. “We don’t know what did this and what will happen to Mc if we just rip the spell off like that.”

“Lucifer, Mc did this to themself,” Satan points to the open spellbook. “It looks like they got a comfort spell mixed up.”

Fortunately, your last tired thoughts were correct and Lucifer is able to break the spell quickly. You wake surrounded by the brothers.

Lucifer:

All this happened for a comfort spell? Because you didn’t feel like you could come to him, to any of them?

He’s so sorry Mc. Enough that as he leans down to pick you up out of the mess of withering plants you can feel tears fall onto your face.

“Nothing I did was good enough for you Lucifer. Any of you. I just wanted to feel… I just wanted-”

His heart breaks when he realizes this is his brother’s fault, his fault. “You are always good enough, Mc. Much more than I could ever ask you to be, and if I ever made you feel like you weren't. No, the fact that I made you feel like you weren’t, means I have been truly terrible.”

You’re choking back your own tears now and you curl further into his arms as he carries you down the hall. “You said I was a disappointment.”

“My dear Mc, you have never been, nor could you ever be a disappointment to me. Forgive me for ever making you feel as if you were.”

Lucifer takes you to his bathroom and draws you a bath to wash away the last of the plant matter from your body.

Afterward, he’ll bring you anything you ask for. He wants to wrap you in his arms but doesn’t want to push you, so he asks softly if he can hold you.

He’ll spend weeks trying to make this up to you, even after you forgive him, he’ll be sure to tell you how much he loves you more often than he did before.

Mammon:

Shit human! Why didn’t you come to him? He loves you so much and oh. He made you feel like a burden.

How could he be so stupid when he knows how his brothers make him feel?

Mammon begs for your forgiveness in front of all his brothers.

“Please can ya forgive me? I never meant to make ya feel like a burden. You're the only human I- I want to protect you Mc. I’m so sorry.”

Mammon helps you up and since your room is covered in plants he offers to let you sleep in his room for the night.

He wraps you in blankets and brushes the hair from your face with trembling fingertips.

There are still a few stubborn leaves sticking to your face and in your hair so Mammon takes a warm washcloth and wipes them from your face before gently untangling the plants from your hair.

You’ll be getting little gifts and tokens of mammon’s affections for the foreseeable future.

Levi:

He threw you out of his room when you came to him for comfort and the guilt at seeing you almost die because of it is eating him alive.

He feels frozen

Maybe you would be better off without an otaku shut-in like him. He starts avoiding you like the plague.

You start to think that Levi is so disgusted with the fact that you did that spell that he doesn’t want anything to do with you anymore.

Despite this Levi still checks up on you. He wants to know that you are ok, he just does it without you knowing.

He’ll ask his brothers about you and discreetly glance at you during meals to make sure you’re eating enough and look healthy.

A few days later when your favorite and manga anime start showing up outside your door you confront Levi. “Are you mad at me? Do you just not want to be around me after what happened? Levi, I miss you!”

He is shook, and he can’t believe he messed up so badly.

He’s happy that he can invite you to hang out again, and he makes sure to spend long nights gaming or watching movies with you until you fall asleep against him. He’ll even stutter out how much he treasures his time with you, blushing fiercely all the while.

Satan:

Satan feels anger swell up inside him. How could he have let this happen? How could no one have seen how upset you were?

Once the spell has been dissolved he is at your side instantly. Brushing vines from your skin. His fingers are shaking in anger but his touch is so gentle.

When both you and your room are cleaned up Satan sits at your bedside, book in hand, reading to you.

He just wants to be close to you now. He wants you to know how much he cares about you but is still too worked up to get his thoughts out properly.

Eventually, his thoughts calm and he stops reading in the middle of a sentence. “Mc, I am so sorry. I never meant to make you feel unwanted. Every day I spend with you is infinitely better than a day without you. I know the spell was a mistake but… we almost lost you. I almost lost you.”

He wants to talk about what pushed you to do this. He won’t push but he really does think that he will be better able to help you if he understands.

Satan makes sure to spend more time with you from now on. He makes a conscious effort to check his temper at the door and be with you when you need him.

Sometimes he’ll just read to you until one of you confides in the other in quiet voices.

Asmo:

As you blink your eyes open Asmo gently brushes some plants from your cheek.

You are so pale and his heart breaks as you flinch away from him. You feel like a mess and you know you must look like one too so curl your body away from him trying to hide. Trying to avoid his critical gaze.

This is the moment Asmo knows he screwed up.

He draws his hand back, for a moment, before reaching out to you again. Cupping your cheek and wiping your tears away with perfectly manicured hands.

Lucifer has him take you to his bathroom to clean up while the rest of the brothers work to clear the plants from your room.

Asmo is quiet for a long while as he untangles plants from your hair.

“You’re so loved, Mc,” he says softly. “You are.” he insists when you shake your head no.

“More than you could ever know, and it’s our fault for not telling you. My fault for not making you feel worthy.”

After this incident, Asmo wants to make sure you know how beautiful you are. He starts self-care days once a week that soon turn into whole family affairs. Each week different combinations of his brother attend and you all work to pamper each other.

Asmo makes sure nothing like this happens again, he never wants to be part of the reason you feel unloved ever again.

Beel:

At first, Beel thinks you did this on purpose. Once the brothers realize you messed up the spell he is less angry but no less distraught.

Once you wake up, he wants to take you to get desserts. He’s heard humans eat Chocolate/ other sweets to feel better. And this makes sense to him, food does make everything better.

But you don’t want to go to Madam Screams or the kitchen to make your own. You’re still so tired. Not to mention embarrassed that you screwed the spell up this bad.

And now they are all staring at you like they care so much when none of them had any time to notice how they were making you feel before.

When you become unresponsive to the brother’s questions and apologies Beel scoops you up in his arms and walks away with you.

Something about the way he holds you close to his chest and his warmth causes you to finally let go.

You bury your face in his shirt to muffle your crying.

“I just… I felt so alone! And… I...but no one” you gasp out shakily between sobs.

Beel soothes you with soft murmuring as he gently cards his fingers through your hair and strokes down your back.

Once your crying quiets he starts to speak “Don’t do that again. You can always come to me Mc. I’m so sorry you felt like you couldn’t”

Belphie:

Belphie thinks it’s a joke at first. “Man, how could they mess up this bad?”

Then he sees Lucifer’s panicked expression and it hits him how serious this is.

Belphie is immediately by your side. Hands frantically feeling your wrist for a pulse.

After Lucifer breaks the spell and your eyes flutter open Belphie is filled with relief until a wave of guilt washes through him.

He can’t believe he fucked up so badly again. Sure this time he didn’t directly cause you physical harm, but he did play a role in causing you to almost die again.

“I am so very sorry Mc, I never meant to hurt you.”

He does everything he can think of to make it up to you. Anything you ask him for, as long as it’s within his power, is yours. No questions asked.

He asks permission just to hold your hand for weeks afterward as if he thinks you’ll come to your senses and decide you don’t want anything to do with him.

He wants to comfort you so bad.

To make sure you don’t feel like this again Belphie pulls you away to nap with him as often as he can get away with it. Most likely only a few times a week (much less often than he would like). Sometimes he uses this time just to talk with you. Others you really do nap, and Belphie curls himself around you. Occasionally he enters your dreams while you nap together to make sure no nightmares can touch you.

#obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me x mc #obey me x reader #obey me x gender neutral reader #obey me headcanons #obey me scenarios #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me leviathan #obey me asmodeus #obey me satan #obey me belphie #obey me beelzebub #obey me beel x mc #belphie x mc #mammon x mc #asmo x mc #leviathan x mc #beel x mc

[kurosstuff]

A/N: so here's a donna x reader thing I thought of!! Also the reader is a maiden a head maid to be more exact- made the header with the only pic that DIDN'T come out terribly??? Idk how the fuck to make them?? Its- technically first pov but isnt exactly written that way idk man I'm dumb

Warning(s): blood, angie swears because I say so. Goes into slight depth of a small injury. FEMALE READER, panic attack(s) SPOILERS!! AND ANGST- this isnt a nice fic. It's not even close haha(but I changed some stuff around to make more sense so fuck you♡)

Donna Beneviento x F!reader: Right place. Wrong time

Parties sucked. Being a handmaid was fun and all but the biggest downside is you have to attend these.. events? You weren't entirely sure what they were but Lady Dimitrescu was very clear on you attending to assist her and the other lords during this time

"I swear if it weren't for Mother Miranda" Lady Dimitrescu spat out at the drunken fool-no her brother? You weren't actually sure what he was to her but they acted like siblings. Mother Miranda help anyone who asks- last person who did landed in the cellar "I would have kicked you out." Taking a drag from her cigarette. Leaning down and blowing into his face making the man start yelling as Moreau hide behind the table yet again-unless he wished to be dragged into the fight as well as he usually did during this time

If it weren't for two things happening with you. You'd probably laugh. But with how many villagers there are-the ones who hurt you. Your anxiety was racing. Even worse when the lord-no the women you were very interested in was here as well. The mysterious women dressed in all black as usual, Donna Beneviento and her doll companion, Angie by her side looking around frantically at all the new people. Jumping up and down excitedly

Deep breath...

Deep.. breath..

Turning you started out the door. Thankfully being the head maid you wouldn't exactly get in trouble with an extent of course(also helped the fact the lady and her daughters were well aware of your anxiety and were surprisingly kind about it?). As you moved you were unaware of a pair of painted eyes glancing at you before turning to another

-

The cool breeze in the air calmed you as you roamed around the garden. If it weren't for the weather it would have been such a beautiful sight. Well more then it was. Dispite the chilly air as winter was just rolling around the corner. The indication of it creeping up a bit closer with the speaks of ice and snow arounding around and on the flowers. Personally decorating then with their own weather, the crunch under your feet became louder as you got farther away from everyone

"So this is where you went?" A voice called out behind you, stiffening in response you could only hope for the best as you turned-half expecting one of the sisters, but you knew better then to assume that-if it was they'd have bitten you gently-as they could-before dragging you off somewhere

Turning around your assumption was proven correct. Standing infront of you was a small porcelain doll, odd colors painted on but overall handled with such care-you stared in awe before remembering yourself. Kneeling down a bit infront of the doll you smiled

"Why, hello Lady Angie" you started with a smile-watching the mock of a shock on her face, her mouth a gap more then it was before "would you like something?" Speaking softly to ensure not upsetting the doll if you even could? You weren't sure but you've heard that she had a temper of sorts on her

With a mock scuff Angie threw her hands in the air happily "ooo! 'Lady'? Can't remember the last person to call me that seriously" with a scratchy giggle she bounced around you happily. Almost intrigued with you "and what do I want? Hmm" she stopped infront of you again crossing her wooden arms in thought

"Walk with me"

She spoke suddenly after a moment rushing off you in tow- before her foot caught the long dress of hers. Almost sending her falling if you didn't grab her hoisting her up in your arms suddenly. Standing frozen for a second before placing her down gently

"Sorry Lady Angie." Looking her over you nodding in note of no injuries seen on the poor doll "rude to not ask but I'm glad your alright" before looking around her again to ensure you didn't miss anything.

Angie stood head titled to her side interested, holding her arms up to you she made grabby hands like a toddler would when wanting up. "Pick me up" she ordered with a giggle, kneeling down you gently grabbed her. Picking her up you held her against her hip, almost like a mom holding a baby or a toddler it seemed to be the best choice-her reaction was a happy laugh. Pointing off to a room she nodded her head towards there

"Off we go then Lady Angie" you said, walking to the door across the wintered garden. Opening the room to show the indoor version. After all Bela-the eldest likes to do some research on them every now and again-and some of the gardening things held vegetables for the other maidens to keep them "fresh" as they said.

The greenish room should more of the vibrant colors of the objects then the snowy wind from outside. Catching your attention was the chorus of 'down's' repeatedly from the doll-who in turn was put down on the floor gently. Rushing off she called for you to join her. Following close by you couldn't help but smile at her child like nature-dispite her crazy nature, it was very enduring

Turning the corner you didn't expect to see her maker-the lady of the Beneviento house. Donna Beneviento also the same one who caught your attention from seeing her for the first time. Growing a bit flustered you bowed your head towards her-gaining a snicker from Angie who whispered-or at least seemed like it- to the veiled women. Of what? You weren't sure but it must have been something if she suddenly jolted up almost nervous like

"Hello Lady Beneviento" you responded carefully. It was obvious to anyone who sees the Lady- she seems to not be be used to being social with others, "its nice to meet you, My lady" speaking formally as you've been taught-and reprimanded for repeatedly in the past. Thankfully now it stuck

Nothing but silence filled the room. No talking. No movement even from Angie who just stared at the Lord. Your anxiety crept up even faster now, did you say something wrong?

"..WELL!" Angie suddenly jumping up bringing her wooden hand onto your pant leg pulling you forward- with such strength for such a small doll. "Come on" she tugged again annoyed like a child would if their toy was taken from them

"Give me attention!" Smiling you followed her to the smaller table you've seen before- when you first entered you never knew why the Lady would want such a small table. Now with Angie you knew why. Sitting down infront of the doll you leaned forward awkwardly in the seat

"Thank you Lady Angie" smiling at the doll like child who held a cup of 'tea' flavored air towards you with a cackle and nod-unaware of the gaze on you both from the veiled women who underneath smiled slightly at the sight

After a couple moments of playing tea, Angie's attention was stolen from a butterfly getting up and chasing after it with a yell of- profanities which you could have only assumed she learned from the other Lords. Movement was heard behind you-aware of the other women you pretended not to hear as to not scare her off

A flower crowded your vision for a moment before you took it gently. Fingers grazing across the other women's gently-ignoring the way she flinched away almost like you burned her somehow "thank you Lady Beneviento" you replayed glancing over at the veiled women who moved to sit beside you-almost so still you would has mistaken her for a statue-if not for her breathing hitching softly as a smile crossed your face. You didn't want to scare her off as she finally started to relax around you, slightly but enough

Holding the flower you looked down admiring it with a soft smile- which if you remember correctly Bela-during her studies-called it a Calla lilies. Whatever it was, it was a beautiful flower. While looking at the flower you failed to notice the one who gave it to you watched intently. Almost like she was flustered- but it was hard to talk with her veil to anyone. Anyone but Angie-who giggled behind you. Ditching the Butterfly for the scene before her. It was not only surprising that Lady Beneviento gave it to you but it also confused you as to why. Twirling it in your fingers gently you glanced up to the black veiled women "Thank you Lady Beneviento" smiling before remembering you already thanking the women-you grew slightly embarrassed from the lack of response-unsurpising as it was.

Laughing that scratchy tone-almost like a disk being scratched you drew your attention to the doll clinging to your pant leg once more "oohh~" Angie started in a tease "Donna thinks your pretty~ I can see it I guess" Angie giggled pulling at your pants for attention-if it weren't for what she said you'd compare her to Daniela for her need of almost constant attention

"What?" Was all the response you gave as the veiled women yet again stiffened in response-before abruptly standing up. Looking up at her smiling getting up as well. Angie curling herself around your leg like that of a cat against their scratching post, the Lady before you stopped almost as if debating something before turning and leaving hurriedly. A groan was heard as Angie unwrapped herself from you and chased after Lady Beneviento'

"Aww why can't we keep them?" Was all that you heard before they left the room. A smile grazed your face at the comment. It wouldn't be all that bad to be a maid for the two Ladies. You looked at the flower in your hand unaware of the glowing yellow eyes watching with a knowing smile.

-

A loud call of your name rang through the building loudly- the same way it was usually used for a certain sister. Gulping the lump down you straightened your outfit as best you could to be at least somewhat presentable, the flower safely in the pocket of your front shirt poking out.

Rushing down the hallway hastily while making sure not to make it seem like your running. Getting to the lady of the castle while running from one of her daughters? Yeah not that fun. The memory of the incident where you did accidentally set one of then off thinking you were trying to run away. Rubbing the scar on your wrist shivering at the thought.

Yeah. Not again.

Rounding the corner to the front of the manor your Lady and Lady Beneviento stood almost like they were waiting for something, or someone. A loud snicker brought your attention to Angie who stated up at you, bowing your head at them respectfully-thankfully remember the first rule anyone would know

Rule 1- don't look at any of the Lord's until they gave you some sort of signal(you technically broke it? But they either didnt care or mind)

Lady Dimitrescu placed a single hand on your shoulder sending a tingle of fright and anticipation through you "I will be giving you my own head maid, Donna dear" she started nodding in your direction giving you a odd smile-almost knowing? Of something "to help around your home" with that decided-it was clear she would not be changing her mind. Not that you'd want her to either

"Oo! We get the pretty lady?" Angie giggled loudly making her run around you in circles chanting something along the lines of "Pretty!" And "tea partner" smiling softly at her, Beneviento tensed up in embarrassment at the thought of you in her home. But accepted none the less

Calling out your name as you all got ready to finally leave. You turned to your former Lord "Now" she started giving you a stern look "be on your best behavior. Treat her right." Placing a hand on your arm her nails slowly turning to claws before turning back to normal. Like a warning

-

Entering Beneviento's home you noted how.. homie it really was. Like a normal house minus the dolls around. Some on shelves others on random chests or just sprawled on the floor.

Smiling like a little kid on Christmas you let a small "woah" as you glanced around the Lady of the house watching you intently as you neared one of her dolls, a defensive one who attacked if an unknown/violent person enters in her home on instinct without her command. Nibbling her lip nervously under her veil she hoped you would grow uninterested in the doll.

She was wrong

"This is so cool!" You escalated getting way to close for everyone in the room. The other dolls stared worry surrounding them from their Mothers nerves being shot. The doll sprung to life-a sharp intake from Beneviento, Angie moved to get you away, She slammed her eye shut. Awaiting the scream of pain to come out. The blood. But nothing came. Slowly she opened to see what could only be a silent but swift kill.

Her mouth opened in shock. You held the doll gently in your hands-it didn't even try to harm you just stared curiously at you, "I'm assuming you made this as well m'lady?" With a tilt of your head you sent a smile her way. Shock and disbelief was all she felt-even Angie was stumped about this.

"W.." for the first time since she first learned to talk. Angie was at a lose for words. "Well of course you dummy!" She just as quickly regained her ability. With a nod of your head you placed the doll where it leapt from gently smoothing out its outfit and you moved back. Hands on your hips before turning to face the two once again

"Well I think its cute!" The dolls around the surrounding area chattered excitedly, their mother stood yet again stumped. They obviously liked you-and she had no idea what to do about it.

She ignored the giggle of Angie who stared at her knowingly.

-

That started your new routine.

Everyday you woke up, changed. Accompany Angie around to clean as she entertained(teased) you. Everynow and again one of the Dollmakers dolls that are capable of walking yet have no speak or full will of their own like Angie would pop up and just stare at you. Or follow you. But if you looked at then they'd run off

So that made you have another rule.

Rule 2- if one of her dolls pop up don't look at them depending on who they are, and if you see them politely smile and wave. Do not engage unless they do.

It seemed like almost everyone in the house liked you to some extent. Almost everyone. You knew the Lady Beneviento at least somewhat liked you even during the small times of seeing her.

Yet during the last couple of weeks you barely saw the Lady of the house herself. Just at breakfast through Dinner. When you bring the food in she brought the tea. She refused to let you make it- Angie said something about how that's her favorite thing(and only thing) she cooked. All the other times you assumed she had little to no interest in you.

That all changed when one day you drew her attention to you even more then you unknownly had.

While cutting the bread you glanced up watching Angie as she ran around the small room, in awe about how life like she was, even after the amount of times you've seen it and heard it- she acted like a child- it was heartwarming but it was still a surprise. "Fuck" you hissed moving your hand away from the knife, in your obviousness you accidentally cut your thumb. Some specks of blood. Looking up from the deafening silence Angie was frozen in the middle of the room staring at you mouth agape. As usual you imagined if she was truly alive you wondered if she'd outright laugh

Which she did. And to your horror mimicked you

"Fuck" Angie copied gleefully. 'Oh no' was all you could think of as you rushed to her "FUCK!!" She yelled out louder then the last

"No no Lady Angie please" you attempted to calm her. What if Lady Beneviento heard? Would she be mad? Or find this funny? You were almost scared to find out "don't say that word please" at that she froze before slowly turning her attention to you

If this was anyone else. Like for example the daughters you served at your time in the Dimitrescu castle you'd be dead right about now. That's when it finally settled in. You just gave an order. To one of the lords. And if not the most unpredictable one at that considering how out of the ordinary she is. They all were in their own sense but Angie is arguably a very very unpredictable doll. If you weren't already worried out of your mind, you are now

"Um-" you started before she floated close to your face frozen. It was a couple minutes. Long painful silence. If it weren't for this situation that was happening admiring the work done on the doll would have been something you would have been doing

"Fuck" she giggled making a deep sigh of breath you held in this moment. "Hehe~" laughing that weird laugh of hers rushing off leaving you alone in the living room. Around dolls that seemed to pierce daggers into you much harsher then usual. Like Donna knew what you just taught Angie that. Like she saw

But.. she couldn't have. She's in the basement.. right?

-

That night Angie still said the word and laughed like the 9 year old? You guessed? She was, but never said it infront of her mom. Thank god for that. But.. that didn't last long either

"Motherfucker" was the first thing you heard leaving your room. Looking at the small doll in question who just giggled at your shocked expression "you are a motherfucker" before rushing off laughing

"WHO TAUGHT YOU THAT?" you yelled after Angie who in turn laughed even harder in horror you tried to wrap your mind around it. Did you say that? No. You're 50% sure you didn't say that word yet. At least not here

Standing in the hallway for a moment. Someone was behind you watching frozen not at you telling but at the young dolls profanity. Turning around you saw the one person you hoped wouldn't see or HEAR anything.

"L-Lady Beneviento!" You exclaimed bowing your head down harshly, "sorry about that I don't know where she heard that from" hoping to Mother Miranda she wasn't mad.

Silence.

A ear piercing silence surrounded you both in the hallway before the sound of a chuckle-then a deep soft laugh escaped the veiled women in front of you. Bringing her hand under her veil to probably whip away tears she probably had escape from how hard she laughed. Standing in shock at the scene infront of you-growing flustered before a smile crept on your face.

You could only hope you'd hear that lovely sound again.

"...thank you" a hoarse voice so soft you had to hold your breath to hear it clearly. It was even more apparent that she hardly spoke to anyone if it was that hoarse. But it was still the most beautiful sound you've ever heard. A smile crept up your face as your heart swelled in happiness. "Donna." She interpreted your thoughts making you blink in confusion

"Call me Donna"

-

After a couple of months you and the two Ladies of the house got closer. Angie followed you around like a duck yelling profanities or teasing you about your crush on her mom- that she somehow figured out. Just like now.

"Donna and Y/N sitting in a tree" Angie sang, dancing around the coffee table. Donna sitting next to you drinking a cup of tea under her veil "K-I-S-S-I-N-G" Angie spoke making the veiled women spit the tea out onto the table and the surrounding area.

"ANGIE" You yelled flustered but chuckling at the exaggerated reaction from Donna who was frantically whipping the spilled tea off of herself. Leaning over with a napkin you helped a bit

Silence filled the room when Angie ran out laughing the only slight of sound was the tick from the clock which sat above the door to the living room. Tapping the table you glanced at the time, realizing what the time was you jumped up catching Donna off guard

"Oh! Donna I have to see the Duke" you spoke looking away unaware of frozen panicked state. You hadn't left the house since the day you moved in, so you weren't aware of the jar, unaware of the village's state. Unaware of everything. With a gulp behind the veil the one thing that mostly plagued her mind.

What if you left?

What if you saw what she helped do and left her? Forever?

She couldn't deal with another lose- especially not you. Looking back you smiled at her gently, grabbing her hands gently rubbing the too with the palm of your thumb "I'll be back. I promise. I won't ever leave you or Angie, Donna I swear it"

Taking a deep shaky breath Donna nodded her head. "Alright. Just... don't be gone too long ok?" Donna begged-Hopeing it wouldn't seem too desperate- if it was you'd never comment on it.

"Of course" you promised.

-

The trip to the Duke wasn't easy nor was it too hard, bumps and bruises here and there. But in the end it will be worth it.

"Ah, the young helper from Lady Beneviento's correct?" The Duke spoke allowed rolling out of no where- you'd never figure out how he could do that. Or how the single horse could pull such a big guy either. A large grin appeared on your face

"Duke! Hey what's up?" Going over towards his shop you looked around a bit "it's been a bit quiet hasn't it?" The Duke froze turning towards you looking as you gushed over some of his items. A smile suddenly came onto his face

"Ah yes" he cleared his throat "I believe their planning on some..celebration of some sort for the Lords. And Mother Miranda of course" he concluded

"Ah, that makes sense!" Before you would say anything else something caught your attention. A single flower. A rose. If you could remember from the many books-and studies with Angie it means "Love" pointing to the rose "I would like to buy that one please" you spoke the Duke following your gaze and smiled softly

"Ah, a beautiful rose for a beautiful lord, my dear. Perfect choice" pulling out a couple more then just the single you assumed he'd pick he held them out to you gently, before you could pull your coin pouch out he held a hand to stop. "It's on the house, dear. You don't owe me anything"

"Oh! Well.. thank you Duke" smiling you took the Rose's gently in your hand turning and rushing off, rubbing the scar on your wrist in nervousness. The Duke watched in silence- he could only hope you'd stay safe looking back in his shop at the three statues he concluded- life isn't that fair nor kind to anyone.

-

Holding the flowers tightly so you wouldn't drop them yet gently so it wouldn't break, you smiled gently, today is the day, you were finally going to tell Donna how you felt. How much she meant to you.

Rushing up the trail to the house you couldn't help but shiver, a slightly unnerving shiver-almost cold. Obviously worried about the whole confessing thing. With a rub of your wrist you gulped deeply, biting your lip slightly-Donna would never cast you away for how you felt-she wasn't like that...

Right?

The closer you got to the door as it came into view, the more worried you became, walking around the sprawled out dolls around you took a deep breath and opened the door

"Donna. Angie I'm back!" You called out

Silence

Nothing came back. No quick pitter patter from the wooded feet of Angie sprinting towards you. Gulping down the lump in your throat you clutched the flowers a bit tighter still being mindful of how much strength you put in it.

The doll room! That must be were they are, walking around the couch you started down the hall before you froze everything happened in slow motion. The flowers falling, the white red speaks appearing in your eyes.

"No..."

The scream that pierced out of your throat in horror. Anguish and grief. The bloodied body of Donna laid on the floor Angie beside her. Blood pooled around them, it was obviously Donna's and by the looks of it- it stopped pouring out. Dropping to your knees with a heavy thonk-you ignored the pain in then. The static in your ears as blood rushed from your face. Bringing Donna's head onto your lap. You shook her gently

"Donna" you started tears rushing down harsh against your cheeks-all you saw was the blurrier vison of the women you loved "wake up" you begged shaking her yet again. Trying desperately to ignore the painfully obvious dull in her eye as her veil moved slightly, before you on instinct moved it to cover her whole face.

"Don't leave me" sobbing harshly you brought her closer as you shook. "I" gulping down the sob from your horse throat "I love you, please don't leave me alone"

"Please. Come back"

All you got was silence

Then another scream

#donna beneviento x reader #donna x reader #donna beneviento #resident evil #also the ending Ethan is behind you #ethan aha what are you doing behind me with that knife-reader #HAHAHA #everyone is dead no ones happy minus Ethan and his jar baby limbs #i wrote a fuck ton #i was going to make you Heisenbergs maid but idk how the fuck to write him #so i may do another one but that route?? #i had like plots for that hehe #also. is castle the same as a manor???? #idk #ima say it is lol #also i had to take stuff out because it got to long and tumblr was being pissy about it #so during the timeskip where she tells you to call her by her first name- you and her get closer you introduce her to a thing called TV and #angie won't stop watching pinocchio and has a wooden cigarette thing #donna gets upset about it so Angie fakes puffs smoke into her face #she gets time outs everytime #also you don't actually ever see her face. even at the end of the fic you wanted to give her that much #you know what i mean? #donnas last thoughts were how glad you weren't there that day. she wanted you to live happy #even without her-she would be happy #she only regretted not telling you how she truly felt #hehe.

[itsclydebitches]

You got lost in Japan? What??? I have literally never heard about that time

Story time! :D

Okay, this is probably one of those instances where the experience was far more exciting than the retelling, but whatever. My high school (like other high schools? Idk) had a senior project built around travel. Every student decides on something they want to study or do (like charity work) and then picks one of the many abroad programs that can help them achieve that. In my case, I went to Japan with a couple of friends to study dance.

Another friend, let’s call him Peter, was studying religion and my roommate at the time, let’s call her Sarah, was there for business. Peter was visiting as many temples/shrines as he could and asked if we wanted to join him on a day when we didn’t have anything else planned. We said sure, sounds great. Now, the details of all this have been lost to time, my terrible memory, and the fact that we, you know, got lost, but the important thing is that we were three exhausted high schoolers navigating foreign public transportation with… probably more confidence than we’d earned. “Alright Peter,” Sarah and I said. “You’re the only one who speaks even a smidgen of Japanese and you presumably know what stop you want. We’re going to nap, but you wake us up when we get there.” “Of course!” says Peter, who was generally a very reliable person.

Peter did not stay awake.

We were woken up after an undetermined amount of time by the very nice bus driver who, as far as we were able to tell, was basically saying, “This is the end of the line. You kids need to skedaddle.” Sure enough, we blearily step outside to see a parking lot full of buses and… little else. We’re definitely not in the city proper anymore. We don’t know where we are. We also lack the language skills to ask. Why was the driver finishing up his shift at this seemingly random time? Would any other buses be heading back soon? No idea! The driver went into a tiny building and shut the door, presumably assuming that we had a reason for being out here.

Now, what you’ve got to understand is that back when I was in high school, kids that age weren’t carrying cell phones yet. Actually, many probably were, but not in my neck of the woods. I wouldn’t get one until college and though Sarah had one by then, her parents had decided to skip out on the hassle and expense of using it for a short (two week) abroad trip. So we couldn’t call anyone. No Google maps or GPS. I had a credit card, but at the time I don't recall seeing any cabs that accepted one, so we knew when we found a cab we had to make sure we had enough money to make it back to where we were staying (meaning, walk far enough that the cab can get us the rest of the way). Also, we were just stupid, inexperienced travelers. I remember we had a moment of huddling together, looking through bags, trying to figure out if we had anything useful except some cash and student IDs.

“I have a book!” I said and since I was with two other nerds the consensus was that this was, in fact, a good thing. Things can’t be too bad if you have a book with you.

The conclusion three otherwise very smart students came to was that there was one road leading into this bus graveyard, so that’s the road we should follow out. Which we did. For a very, very long time. We spent the whole day and a good portion of the night wandering somewhat aimlessly, but thankfully in the general direction of civilization.

We’d been walking probably less than an hour when we came across an ice cream cart. Which was VERY weird considering that a) we were in a country-ish area with absolutely no one else around and b) it was the middle of winter and actively snowing. We decided not to question this and bought three green tea ice cream cones that were divine. If that had happened to me today and I posted about it, I’m pretty sure tumblr would be telling me I met a fae and should expect them to collect on that magic ice cream someday. And you know what? I’m cool with that. The ice cream was that good.

So we’re walking in the snow in what we hope is the right direction while eating a summer treat. We saw a bunch of spotted deer who were pretty chill about us passing by. There was a seemingly abandoned restaurant that still had working vending machines outside and that’s when I learned about vending machines that gave things other than soda. A couple of nice strangers gave vague directions made up of pointing and looking worried for these three frozen dumbos. We eventually found a populated restaurant and spent a lot of time trying to figure out what we’d like to order, with our kind waitress dragging the cook from the back to try and translate. I got the sense that this was a “I took English in school but have now completely forgotten it all, don’t make me try and say anything” situation and the waitress had a giggle fit about it. Eventually she just gave us Katsudon, my first time trying that dish, and I ordered it as much as I could before we left.

Really, the whole thing turned into a food trip and none of us were complaining.

Eventually, after most of a day and several night hours of walking, we started finding younger crowds who knew enough English to help. We got a cab and successfully made it to the school we were staying. The hilarious thing is that, as a boarding school, my days were normally very structured: you eat now, study now, lights out now, etc. The Japanese instructor supervising the trip was of the opinion that when traveling you should just be chucked into the deep end. Go anywhere, do anything, no teachers looking over your shoulder, just make sure you’re not arrested or killed. So when we got back and told her we missed dinner because we got lost she was IMMENSELY pleased and fed us candy to get the whole story.

And then we collapsed from exhaustion! lol

[bumbleklee]

Hi! Congrats on 1k!! I saw your requests were open with sending in a number and a charcter so I had a few but you can pick which one!

Kaeya with 9, 15 or 28 💕

masterlist | 1k prompt masterlist | discord server

★ went with 28 since i haven't written about that prompt yet :,)

★ before reading: angst, breakup, right person wrong time?, this was a little longer than intended but i needed to get brainrot out (i definitely could have done something cute + funny idk why i straight for this asdfgh)

prompt 28: "this might hurt a little..."

The day you met Kaeya Alberich was cold. So cold, in fact, you were wearing two layers of clothes and a hand-knit hat from your grandmother.

But Kaeya didn't seem to mind the cold. When you bumped into him as he exited a tavern as you were entering, you noticed how he was in such light attire. No gloves, no hat, not even a winter coat.

You were so preoccupied mentally critiquing his clothes that you hadn't realized Kaeya had spilled his coffee onto the ground. You apologized profusely yet Kaeya brushed you off every-time. The man even convinced you to trek back to his house so he could treat you to a home cooked meal and some wine.

And you shivered the entire walk. Looking back, perhaps you should have known by Kaeya's attitude at the bitter weather that things between you two wouldn't be bliss forever.

After all, if someone is so used to the cold on the outside then they must be just as cold on the inside.

★

The honeymoon phased lasted for a year.

You often sat back and watched Kaeya partake in dangerous, unnecessary commissions only to come home late at night and slip into your shared bed without a word. He flirts around to gain intel and while you understand its part of his job, it still hurts.

It was moments like these that made you want to pack up and leave - find someone new that made you feel special again.

Then Kaeya arrives home with a bouquet of your favorite flowers and makes love to you like never before and it's moments like these that cause you to curl up into his chest and swear to never depart.

But when you wake up, he's gone and you're alone and Archons, your bed is cold.

★

On the same day you met Kaeya a year ago, you muster up enough courage to abort your relationship. It's just as cold as it was back then, possibly even colder, and you ask Kaeya to meet you for a walk after work.

You stare at Kaeya for a moment. Just like a year ago, the man adorned nothing but his usual uniform while you bundled up furiously.

A few days ago, Lumine expressed her interest in leaving Mondstadt and traveling elsewhere in search of her brother. And without explanation, you asked to accompany her. You pondered for a while on the right words to tell Kaeya but decided you couldn't push them away any longer.

Kaeya lead your stroll despite it being your idea. His fingers grazed yours and it felt like an agonizing shock so you shoved your hands in the pockets of your coat.

Part of you didn't want to do what you were about to do. Perhaps if you just sat on your plan, you and Kaeya could fix yourselves and look for that tenderness again.

But another part of you, the rational part, knew that there was no way to fix yourselves if you were with each other. Hidden frustration and angry words covered up by chocolates and sex were not what made a good relationship and deep down, you both knew that.

Finding a bench overtop a cliff you guided Kaeya to sit with you. Your eyes stared at your lap, refusing to meet anything but the ground.

"Kaeya, this might hurt a little."

You firmly believed that time stopped in that moment. The birds in the sky froze midair and the window came to a halt. Kaeya's breathing hitched and you didn't blink.

Then, you sped ahead.

"What?" Kaeya's voice echoed off the grasslands and trees and your stomach dropped. He knew what was coming - he just never expected you to be the one to do it.

You gripped your knees, biting back tears you couldn't control. "I've fallen out of love with you," You said. Your voice was hardly a whisper.

You expected Kaeya to reel back and argue with you. Convince you to stay with him and that he would do better. But when nothing came from the man, you finally looked up at him. His eyes were closed and his head was facing the sky.

Your nose began to ache from the sheer cold and you pulled your hat even father down over your ears, "Kaeya?"

"I never loved you," Kaeya finally mumbled, "I'm sorry."

Horrendous silence enveloped you both. Your fists were balled so tightly they were turning white and you couldn't hold back your tears anymore. At least the hot liquid warmed your face up slightly. You hid your face again, embarrassed now.

It was one thing to fall out of love with someone but to never love them in the first place?

Finally, you stood from the bench. You glanced at Kaeya, who had a solemn look on his face, and removed your scarf from around your neck. You gingerly placed the fabric in his lap and clenched your jaw.

When your grandmother fastened your snow boots on your feet as a child she used to repeat a phrase to you. Back then, the words made you roll your eyes but now you understood them.

It wasn't good to stay in the cold too long.

a/n LMFAO THE STARS R HUGE

#kaeya x reader #genshin x reader #kaeya #genshin #genshin impact #genshin x you #genshin self insert #genshin impact x reader #genshin drabble #genshin writing #kaeya alberich #kaeya hcs #kaeya x you

[redvanillabee]

Heyo! Hope you're doing well! We became mutuals not too long ago because I responded to Jack Thompson post of yours.

Being that he's such a minor MCU character it's hard to find anyone with anything interesting to say about him. But he is an interesting character.

SO I just wanna know if you've got any Jack hcs!

ALSO if you watched all of Agent Carter what do you think happened to Jack after that finale.

He is isn't he? Okay so here we go:

Can I interest you in my aroace headcanons (angsty version) (happier version)

He’s terrified of Angie, and this has nothing—well almost nothing—to do with the gam gam thing. She’s so frank and sees through his bullshit so effortlessly, his usual defences never work around her.

He’s not a morning person. Far from it. (He’s definitely one of those ‘don’t talk to me until I’ve had my third coffee’ people)

Probably played some posh-ish sports in uni. Idk if lacrosse is a thing in 1930s America, but definitely think a lacrosse kid in modern shorthand.

For all that he dreads going home for Christmas because of his overbearing father, he loves the holidays. The holiday atmosphere, the presents, the decorations, the food, the carollers, the soft chime of the bells—he loves them all.

He has some lovely sweaters that he wears at home—not that he has a lot of time to laze about. His favourite sweater is one made by his grandma; of course it is. It’s soft, it’s a nice, rich, navy blue, it’s very warm, perfect for a snow day in New York. He would even wear it out when he knows he won’t be seen.

(He wore it once for a quick grocery trip, only to run into, of all people, Peggy. Neither ever mentioned that incident again.)

For the amount he drinks (at least in fanon), he really can hold his liquor. When he’s not drinking to feel sorry for himself, he is a silly drunk. Eventually, when he becomes better friends with Peggy and Daniel, he lets his guard around them, giggling and laughing at the worst jokes. It’s nice.

I really like the idea of him as just, the walking embodiment of contradictions, always putting up a front in front of others, only allowing a very select handful in, and that extends to literally every facet in life. So say, if you ask anyone at the office they'd tell you he only drinks his coffee black with maybe one sugar. But outside of work, he doesn't really drink coffee much; if he does, he heaps cream and sugar into it by the spoonful. He only drinks it so that he can function in the morning, really.

(In a modern AU I'd imagine he's someone who orders those not-coffee coffees in Starbucks, like, a peppermint mocha that's honestly more syrup than actual caffeine.)

Post S2 headcanon

HE LIVES. This is just as much sentiments talking, as it is that from an analytical angle, him dying wouldn’t really add that much to the story had the narrative continued. It probably would say much more if he lives.

I presume his assailant in 2x10 is Michael Carter, and it is CRUCIAL to me that these two face off at some point. Jack has spent too much of S2 being like an annoying brother not to face off his literary foil. I also really, really need to see that parallel—both similar looking, both have done questionable things during the war. For so long we are led to believe that Michael is a good guy, but now he might be working for HYDRA; Jack has been shady the entire S2, seeming to be in the pocket of the Council of Nine, but now he seems to be good after all. I just really need that to come to a head.

In general I just really like people and characters who have 'off brand' traits, and Jack is really the perfect character for that. That's not to say everything he does is just a front—for instance, I think to some extent, he genuinely enjoys appearing put together and invincible at all times. It's not entirely a facade if you like it and choose to do it, right? But there are so many things about him that are hidden away.

#answers #headcanon #jack thompson #agent carter #writing this has been so much fun #my stuff