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pretentiousgayguyidk · 1 year

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I know I've been gone forever, but it wasn't all for naught! As i have started making progress on a big ass project. Point is I've started writing a fanfic for the ENTIRE Walking Dead show. Yes, it is a Daryl x Male Reader. Yes you might cry, as I will go through as much for the show in fan fic form as I can. So far i have solid ideas all the way up to the start of season four!

That being said please keep in mind that The Walking Dead is a violent and gory show, my writing will reflect the story as exact as I can with an additional character. There will be graphic content, so if you are triggered by mention of death, suicide, gore, assault, abuse, drugs, and more. PLEASE DO NOT READ. I don't want anyone to be harmed by my works.

City of the Dead

Prologue

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“Vera-shka, I need a screwdriver.” The young man called out, wiping sweat from his brow as his younger sister aided him. She scoffed, aggressively handing over the tool making him wince in pain as it pressed against his growing blisters. He had been working on his father’s old Apache for almost six hours now, his hands were aching, and his mind was tired. He sighed, carefully replacing yet another piece of the heli’s dash.

“You know, as much as Papa loves his Pititsa he really let it go.” Vera grumbled, leaning against the Apache’s hull. Her older brother grunted in agreement, screwing in the last piece of the helicopter’s new gauges.

“Da, Papa’s too busy drinking to be bothered with his favorite child. Why do you think he practically raised us on this bird?” He laughed with no feeling, he couldn’t even muster the energy anymore. With yet another sigh he climbs out of the helicopter, carefully cleaning oil and grease off his hands with his rag. “Vera-shka, you should probably get back, he’ll raise hell if dinner isn’t fixed by the time he’s home.” She crossed her arms, raising a brow and pursing her lips sassily.

“Seriously? Do I really have to? I mean what's the point! You know I suck at cooking, he’ll be pissed no matter what! You do it, you’re the golden child. Suka.” she raged, waving her hands around rabidly. He sighed, nodding with a weak smile.

“Okay. You win Vera. I’ll do all the work, not like I’ve been covering your ass since birth.” He muttered, turning for the house. He knows he shouldn’t be hard on Vera, she was only fourteen. She shouldn’t be at home fixing dinner and helicopters. He stopped for a moment, sucking in a deep breath before turning around. “I’ll only cook if you-”

His heart hammered in his ears. His body running cold with goosebumps as a string seemed to snap inside him. A man with pale skin and stringy hair had grabbed Vera - pulling on her ponytail - his teeth digging into her arm as she tried to pull him off. He stood frozen in fear and shock for a moment as the man ripped apart her arm, making it go limp… exposing her neck.

(Name) grabbed the nearest tool, a wrench. He gripped it tightly, tight enough to pop some of the blisters. He raised the wrench, ignoring the liquid coating his hand and the wrench as he swung at the being. “Слезь с нееб, сука!” He screamed ferally, his eyes wide with rage as the sickening crunch of the man’s skull filled his ears. The man fell to the ground, part of his skull caved in. The older tossed his tool aside, rushing over and cradling his limp sister in his arms. She gurgled, blood gushing from her neck and spilling from her mouth as she choked. He stifled a sob, gently hugging her.

“Мне жаль! я так виноват…” He wailed. She silently cried, only able to respond with soft gurgling and sighing. He pressed his forehead against hers, gently cradling her wound. He fumbled for a bit, his mind going blank as he reached for his phone. The blood caking his fingers made it difficult to hold onto. He swallowed hard as he called 911. The phone picked up after a few seconds, the woman on the line sounded fearful as she asked “911 what's your emergency?” He blubbered for a bit, mumbling in Russian manically. The woman on the line started to speak, only for her sentence to be cut off by a scream, and the steady beeping of the call ending. Was the line cut?

She choked and gasped one last time before falling limp and cold in his arms. He trembled, pulling away slightly to look at her face. Slowly shaking his head, he shakes her a little. It wasn’t the first time he lost someone, and it wasn’t the first time someone died in front of him. All the same, seeing someone so much younger than you die, die so brutally in your arms.

He cried out, coughing and choking as he dropped her body to the ground. He stumbled backwards, his stomach catching in a knot as bile was expelled. “No no no…” he whimpered, his (light/dark) hair falling into his face. His body pulsed with strain as more acid spilled from his mouth and nose. The burning sensation in his throat and sinuses made him cry harder as he clutched at his hoodie, smearing blood all over the fabric. He gripped at his hair and pressed his face to the ground, hyperventilating as he pulled. Small clumps of dead hair fell onto the ground before him. Gagging again he slowly sat up, wiping his face roughly. He sniffed hard, pressing his palms into his eyes - trying to stop the flow of tears.

Soft groaning was covered by the young man’s sobs, he didn’t notice the growling and moaning behind him. He didn’t notice the footsteps, and he didn’t notice that his sister was reanimated.

He yelped in fear at the feeling of delicate, cold, and clammy hands against his scalp. He threw himself forward, ignoring that he just fell into a puddle of vomit as he turned around. Slowly he shook his head, his head pulsing with pains in sync with his heart. Hard fast thumping, pumping adrenaline and fear through his body.

He couldn’t believe what he was seeing. His sister stood before him, groaning softly with pale red-yellow eyes. Her fingers twitched erratically, and he could see drops of drool running down her chin. He was almost fool enough to speak up before realizing, realizing that his beloved Vera-shka - the little sister he raised since she was a baby - was dead. He let out a breathy whine, shaking his head as she lunged forward. He kicked out, holding her up with his legs as he held onto her hands.

“Vera! Vera, stop!” He wailed. Her only response to his begging was more growling and hissing, mindlessly snapping her jaws at him. He let out a shaky breath, kicking her to the side with great force, he panted, struggling to crawl away and towards the tool box. The tool box had been knocked over during the first fight, spilling the tools just out of his reach from his current position. He gasped, feeling Vera grab at his ankles. He flips onto his back, watching as Vera bit at his boots savagely. He hesitated for only a second before kicking her, she didn’t budge. “Please, Vera-shka please.” He begged weakly, fumbling behind him for a tool. He kicked her again, throwing her from his feet and breaking her nose in the process.

She growled loudly, standing with a wobble. That's not Vera. Vera is dead. He thought harshly, watching her dead eyes for tears yet none came. She was always a cry baby when it came to pain, she would have passed out on the floor in tears if it was actually her. The thought cleared his mind and his vision blurred as he grabbed a tool from the ground. A pipe wrench, he could only tell by the wight and the weapons red color. Weapon. That's right, it’s his weapon. He grunted with effort, raising the tool - feeling the weight press into his shoulders and arms. It was heavy, heavier than it should have been. He grunted with great effort, his chest tightening painfully as the weight caved in Vera’s skull.

He dropped the tool, breathing hard. He swayed a little with each step, stepping around the body and stumbling back to the house. He wheezed, coughing hard as he stepped into the bathroom. He turned on the shower and quickly threw off his clothes, throwing them across the small room with great anger. Slowly, he turned to his reflection, watching as splattered blood dripped down his chin. He pressed his forehead to the glass, trying to even out his breathing as the room filled with warm mist.

Squeezing his eyes shut didn't help, the image of his undead sister seared his mind's eye like a hot iron. He let out a loud wail, smashing his face into the mirror as hard as he could. The glass shattered, slicing across his forehead to his left eyebrow in one jagged gash. He fell back, holding his face as he whined in pain, immediately regretting acting on his intrusive thoughts.

Scoffing at himself he hobbles his way into the shower, laying back in the tub and letting the burning water pelt his body. He looked up at the ceiling weakly, one eye slightly closed - his vision blurred red. He let out a shaky sigh, running his hands through his (h/c) hair; slicking it back with the water. How was he supposed to explain to his Mama that Vera was dead? How was he supposed to tell his Papa that he had to kill some crazy person? How would he hide it? Could he even hide it?

“I’ve done it before… no, that was different. This is my sister, not some fucking rat.” He muttered to himself, his throat tightening as fear and dread wrapped around him like chains to hell. How was he supposed to fix this?

An hour later, the water had run cold and he had finally mustered the energy to clean off his skin and hair, wincing as the soap got into his blisters and cut. He lazily turned off the water, watching as the reddened water drained. With a huff he slowly climbs out and opens the cabinet, grabbing some gauze, gauze pads, and butterfly stitches. He carefully placed the butterfly stitches along the cut, pulling it together slightly before placing some of the gauze padding. He carefully wrapped the injury, making sure it's nice and tight before tucking the loose end. He took any excess gauze and wrapped his blistered hands, probably best to keep blood and dirt out of the injury.

“I hope this is some fucked dream…” He whispered to himself, wrapping a fluffy towel around himself as he awkwardly waddled out of the bathroom and to his room. Based on the silence, his Mama and Papa weren’t home. Maybe he would have time to bury Vera.

With that idea in mind he was quick to get dressed, wincing as he pulled on his clean shirt and pants, the fabric rubbing against his bandaged hands. He was sore, nauseous, and exhausted; but all the same something inside him told him, he has to bury her. She was his little sister, a literal baby only 14 years ago. He could remember vividly taking care of her when he had just turned eleven and she had come home. It’s only right to bury her. There's no way to contact the police with the line cut.

He grabbed a pair of gloves and carefully fitted them over his bandages, then ran to the garage to grab a shovel - but not before grabbing his pocket knife to be safe.

The shovel rang out a metallic noise as he dragged it behind him, making his way to the heli and his sister’s body. His other hand was occupied with the knife, flipped open and ready to use. He was half expecting those things to be up and moving, he’s seen dead people walk, and at this point he doesn’t even know if that's what he saw.

Once close enough to his sister’s body he was hit with a foul sour odor. The stench of death hung around the heli like a thick fog, he gagged a little, covering his face as he inched closer. Once closer he took a good look at the ‘man’. He was definitely dead, hell he was definitely dead before (Name) got to him. The young man shook his head a little, his eyes burning slightly - whether it was from the smell of rotting flesh or his sister’s death he didn’t know.

“This shit can’t be real.” He muttered, walking a little farther than the heli. He sighed, trying to ignore the smell as he put away his knife and gripped the shovel. As he plunged the tool into the dirt the weight of what went down today rested against his consciousness. His sister was dead. Silent tears burned his eyes as he continued digging, tossing the dirt to the side.

#male reader #the walking dead self insert #the walking dead #male self insert #self insert #slow start #zombies #twd x reader #male reader only #dark story #content warning #warning ⚠️#gay #gay love #mlm only #daryl x male reader

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redheadjustin · 2 years

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The Ginger Cullen chapter 2

Previously

“Jacob, believe me you don’t want to see it. It’ll scar you. Just look at me, everything will be fine.” Edward had been there when Emmet was turned and he had a hundred and five years of experience and the turning of a vampire was NOT something to look at too closely. Jacob broke down into sobs and launched himself into Edwards embrace. Jacob had grown to see Edward as his big brother. Edward ran his hands through Jacob’s spiky hair softly as Carlisle bit into Justin’s neck.

“Everything will be fine.” Edward kept repeating at Justin’s scream before the ginger slipped into unconsciousness.

Three weeks earlier Justin POV

I sighed as I drove to Forks High. Moving to forks was the best move I could have made. I missed Seattle but after the……incident, I needed a change of pace. Being eighteen and having my family’s money came in handy. I moved to La Push. But, seeing as I wasn't a tribe member I had to enroll into Forks High. I had no problem with that. I haven’t met any of the Quillites yet. Though, considering my house was right on the beach I doubt it’ll take too long. As I pulled into my parking spot next to a Vovo I thanked God I was a senior. I wasn’t thrilled to be basically starting over. But, after what happened It was what I needed. I Turned my car off and retrieved my school bag. I then made my way to the front office. I was used to the stares. After eighteen years of being a ginger and having autism gives you an immunity to the thoughts of others. I was not surprised at the stares my compression shirt got. After three months in the hospital I had a lot of Needle marks and to avoid the questions I wroe compression shirts.

I walked to my locker as soon as I got my assignment. I was also given a slip of paper for all my teachers to sign. I walked into my home room, American history and government. As I walked in I felt all eyes on me. I was used to it but, it still didn’t mean I liked being stared at. After getting my teacher to sign my slip I made my way to sit in the back. I sat next to a tall, Muscular boy with slightly curly hair that was so brown it was almost black. I was not, by any means, skinny. But as toned and lean I was, I had the body of a swimmer. This boy however was something I’d expect to see on WWE. As I sat down I couldn’t help but notice that he was handsome, almost inhumanly so.

“I’m Emmet.” The boy said with a small smile on his face. I don’t know why but I felt at ease with Emmet. “I’m Justin.” I say as The rest of the students file into the classroom. I rolled my eyes as they were way too obvious at staring at me. I knew that Forks was a small time but for God’s sake! At least TRY to hide your staring. “Yeah, I know it’s annoying.” I looked over at Emmet. “We moved here almost three years ago. They STILL gosop about us.” I nodded my head. I was no stranger to gossip but, to have moved here nearly three years ago and to still have people gossip about you? I would have slapped someone by now.

As class went by I paid attention like it would save my life. History/government was always one of my favorites. Everytime the teacher would ask a question my hand was the first in the air. I couldn’t help but laugh when eventually the teacher called on someone else and answered incorrectly. Emmet would look at me with a smirk every time I answered correctly.

As the day went on it turned out I had all of my classes with at least one of the Cullen kids. I met Alice in Biology and I swear she has to be part pixie. I nearly convinced myself she could see the future, it was like she knew the questions the teacher would ask before he asked them. I was her partner and It creeped me out the way she looked at me as if she knew everything about me. Creepy as Hell.

I met Rosalie and Jasper during math. I was sitting in between them. Rosalie was…a bitch but in a good way. She was cold but it was like she was amused by others' stupidity. She always had a sarcastic remark on her lips just waiting to unleash it. It seemed she had a distaste for everyone, except for me and Jasper. Jasper…was a kindred spirit. His eyes held this heaviness that people have said mine carry. When I mentioned that I’d gotten all of the questions in History right he smirked and wanted to do a trivia game with me. I quickly accepted the offer and smiled as he said I was welcomed over at their house anytime. My head was spinning at this point. I’d made four friends and all from the same family. I was finally thinking I could put the Incident behind me.

As I walked to the lunch room I still heard people talk about me. I wanted to scream. I wanted to yell that it was none of their Goddamn business. As I walked in I was thankful I decided to stop at the SubWay before coming to school. I looked for a place to sit. There weren’t many options and for a brief second I thought about sitting outside. It’d at least let me get some fresh air. I was brought out of my thoughts when I saw a girl with brown hair and blue eyes apracoch me. She wore a pink jacket with a white t-shirt.

“Hi! You must be the new kid. I’m Jessica Stanley and If you want you could sit with me and-” Jessica was interrupted by a familiar figure waving at me from the east side of the room. “Yo! Justin over here!” I laughed at how excited Emmet was to have me sit with them. Rosalie Was smirking from where she was cuddled into Emmet’s side. Alice had the biggest smile I'd ever seen and Jasper was just holding her hand. There were two others sitting with them. One was a girl around my age. She had brown hair and chocolate brown eyes. She was practically draped over a boy with bronze hair and the same amber eyes as the rest of the Cullens. I walked past Jessica mumbling a quick ‘rain check’ As I made my way to the family that had been welcoming to me. As I sat down between Emmet and the bronzed haired boy I felt two pairs of eyes on me. One pair was welcoming and warm and kind and they belonged to the amber eyed boy I hadn’t been introduced to yet. The other was calculating and analyzing. It was as if she was trying to determine if I was a threat.

“This is our brother Edward and his girlfriend Isibella.” The way Rosile said the girls name with such hate and venom sent a shiver down my spine. “You’ll have to excuse my sister, she and Bella don’t get along that well. I’m Edward. It's nice to meet you.” The bronze haired boy said, sending me a warm smile. I don’t know why but I warmed up to Edward. The girl, Bella, Just sent me a nod. I don’t know why but I was instantly suspicious of her. She was like all the mean girls at my old school rolled up into one. I sent her a smile anyway. It seemed that I made the right choice as I got an approving look from Edward. Jasper chose that time to show how much he wanted me to come over today.

“So, Justin, Would you like to come over to our house today after school?” He asked as a wave of easy going came over me. I missed the smirks everyone was giving Jasper. “Um, I’d love to but I have a long drive home.” I said and it felt like it was breaking my heart to even entertain the idea of not going. “It’d be no problem, where do you live?” Emmet asked with one of the kindest smiles I’ve seen. “I live in La Push. It was the only place with a house for sale.” I said, suddenly finding my sub very interesting. I didn’t see everyone send looks at each other and then to Bella and her shaking her head. “Well, that shouldn’t be an issue since summer break is next week.” Edward said, smiling as well. I knew it would leave me sleeping in tomorrow but at the same time there was something telling me that I needed to spend time with the Cullens.

“Well, If your parents say it’s okay I’d love to.” I prayed that their parents said no. “Well, You’re in luck. We already texted our dad, Carlisle, and he invited you over to dinner.” Rosile said with a smile that was bordering on a smirk. Once the words left her mouth I wanted to curl up and die.

So that's how I found myself following Edward’s Volvo to his house. I was surprised as I realized that It wasn’t too far from La Push, maybe two or three miles. As we pulled into the driveway the house looked like something out of MTV Cribs. It was beautiful. It was mostly made of wood and had a lot of windows. I turned my Rav 4 off and got out. I gaped at the amazing house before me. I felt a feminine arm wrap around mine and pulled me up the steps.

“Oh! You’ll have a wonderful time I’m just sure!!” Alice said as her grip on my arm tight end. I was trying not to freak out. While I had one of the nicest houses on the reservation. I wanted it to feel like how I had grown up used to. Mine was warm, cozy and welcoming. But the Cullens’ House was all those things but…more grand. I was Pulled out of my thoughts by The door opening. Before me stood a woman with caramel hair and the same amber eyes as the rest of the family I met so far. She couldn’t have been more than 26. She reminded me of the old school beauty queens.

“Alice dear, You’re freaking the poor boy out. Let go of his arm so he can get some feeling back.” The mysterious woman said as everyone but Alice burst into laughter. Alice released my arm from her death grip. I smiled my thanks at the woman before she took my hand and led me to the couch.

“Welcome to our home,dear. I’m Esme Cullen. You’ll have to forgive Alice. This is the first time since Bella that a new friend over. Carlisle Just called. He said there was an emergency in the ER and he’d be home for dinner. Now, what’s your name dear? Roslie only said a friend was coming over.” I sent a look to Roslie. I turned back to Esme. “My name is Justin Ma’am. I just moved here.” I said feeling a wave of calm wash over me and I absolutely relished in that wave. “He lives in La Push.” Rosile said with distan in her voice. I saw a flicker of something in Esme’s eyes. But she recovered quickly and suggested that Emmet showed me his video games. I smiled and nearly jumped for joy at seeing a bunch of sports games including WWE. I totally kicked that muscle head’s ass.

It was about an hour later as we were sitting down at the dinner table when a man who looked 23 with blonde hair and the same Blonde hair. He introduced himself and the dinner went lovely. It had been at least three hours until I was able to drive home. I reflected about all that happened. Edward was kind, asking me questions that were not related to my background. For which I appreciated. Jasper quizzes me on history which I aced. Alice talked about my fashion sense which she praised. Rose asked about my bugatti which I told her about. Bella Just glared at me for some god forsaken reason. Emmet kept grumbling about my beating him. I Yawned as I pulled up to my driveway. It was well after midnight as I walked to my bedroom. I stripped down but left my t-shirt on. I was asleep before my head hit the pillow.

The next morning I was awoken by a loud pounding on my front door. I managed to put my shorts on as I went down the stairs. I managed to get to the door without breaking my neck. I opened the door to reveal the tall men standing in my doorway. all three of them were obviously Members of the tribe that lived at La Push. The man on the left I’d seen at the store when I first arrived. He didn’t look as friendly as when I’d meet him Thursday. If I remember correctly His name is Sam Uley. The Man on the right was someone who I’d only heard by name and seen one or twice on my drives. Paul Lahote, the town bad boy, had a reputation for having a short fuse and rumor had it that It stemmed from his father abusing him. The third man, the one in the middle. He was absolutely gorgeous. His russet skin was shining in the sun as if It was made to be reflected off it. His Black, spiky hair was wet. It must not have been too long since he showered. His body, oh sweet God his body! He wouldn’t look out of place as a Greek God. His outfit left NOTHING to my imagination. Every. Single. Curve. I finally looked up to his eyes and It felt like I was weightless. Everything changed. I didn’t even know his name But all I could think about was him. It was obvious to me that he felt it too. I felt light on my feet. Sam must've noticed as He idmeadletly jumped to help me to the couch the other two following.

“Are you okay?” The unnamed man asked me. I met his gaze and I saw worry in his eyes. I felt horrible for some reason. It felt like I was a burden to this man…like I wanted to give him everything in the world. I just wanted to be in his arms as they looked safe and- no! Bad Justin!! I heard the most beautiful Chuckle ever. I looked up to see It came from the unnamed man who was kneeling down in front of me running his thumb over the top of my left hand.

“I wouldn’t mind holding you in my arms. You’d be very cute in them.” He said in a soft voice. I was blushing very hard at this point. “Jacob, You need to explain it to him. Poor boy is probably freaking out. It was the same with Emily.” Sam said from where he was rubbing my back in soft circles. What the hell were they talking about? “You’re right sam. First, I’m Jacob Black. The man who’s giving huge fatherly vibes is Sam Uely. And, the guy who looks like he’s going to rip a bear into pieces any moment Is Paul Lahote. Can I ask what your name is,darling?” At this point I'm sure my face resembled a tomato. “Justin.” I whisper so softly it took me a minute to know if they heard it. “What a beautiful name for my beautiful boy.” I blushed at what he called me but I was confused. What did he mean by his beautiful boy? I just met him. But, it felt like I’d known him since the day I was born. “I can explain everything. But, I need you to understand that it’s pretty hard to believe. But everything I’m about to tell you is true. Can you trust me Justin?” He asked as if It was normal to ask a guy that you just met not three minutes ago to trust him. I could only nod. “Our tribe is the Quileutes. Our heritage goes back generations. The legends say that our people were given the ability to be wolves to protect iniconets from the ‘cold ones’. These people would become more than just friends or family, they became a pack. These shifters also had a way to find their soulmates, called imprinting. But, an imprint is not alway romantic, it could be a friend, a sibling, or a protector. A sifter is not able to control who they imprint on. Once a shifter has imprinted it’s as if nothing else. They are part of the pack but are not expected to patrol.” Jacob explained to me and one thing kept bugging me.

“Jacob, Why tell me this? Those are just your tribe’s legends right?” The look Jacob gave me was not one of annoyance or exacerbation but one of kindness and understanding. He backed up a bit and proceeded to strip. I was too shocked to say anything. Then the most incredible thing happened. One second was Jacob in front of me, the next was a beautiful russet furred wolf with Jacob’s eyes. “Jacob?” I asked shakily. The idea of The handsome man, who I wanted to give everything in the world too, suddenly shifting into a wolf in front of me in my living room made me question my sanity. But, when the wolf nodded his head It all clicked. “Y-you I-imprinted o-o-on m-m-me didn't you?” I don't know why I was stuttering. I’d always wanted a soulmate. Someone who would always be there for me no matter what. The wolf flattened his ears against his head at my voice cracking. Sam put his hand on my arm and I felt myself calming down.

“We understand you’re scared Justin and that’s okay. My imprint, Emily, was the exact same way and yes, there are some drawbacks. You and Jacob can’t be apart for too long as it’ll cause you both a lot of physical pain. Both of you will be extremely protective of each other. He will be more protective of you then you’ll be of him. You’ll feel extreme guilt if anyone tries to hit on you. It’ll be your job to reject them as you’ll be unable to physically say yes. If anyone gives you trouble You have to tell Jacob or another pack member. Jacob will be in charge of providing for you as well as taking care of you in all ways. Which brings us to the other reason we're here…” Sam finished as Jacob was back to his human form and was dressed but shirtless. Jacob asked me softly “Justin, can you tell me you were at the Cullen’s house yesterday?” I tilted my head as I didn’t understand why Jacob would want to know. “I started school yesterday and they were the only ones who’d talk to me and they invited me to have dinner with them. I’m sorry but why is it important? They’re my friends.” The ‘the only friends I’ve had in a while’ was left unsaid. The three wolfolves shared a look and I could feel my heart breaking even though no one had said anything.

“Justin, did they seem hungry around you? Or, did they make any movement towards your neck?” I shook my head. “They said they had a special diet that made them only eat a little bit. And the only one who came near my neck was Bella.” I could see all three of them breathe a sigh of relief for some reason. Jacob patted my hand. “I know that next week is spring break but afterwards I’ll be taking you to and from school. And, you won't be going back to the cullens house without one of the pack being with you.” The way Jacob said it left no room for argument. “Why?” I asked and no matter how hard I tried I couldn’t keep the hurt out of my voice.

“Because they’re vampires.”

#twilight #twilight saga #the twilight saga #twilight x male reader #jacob black #jacob black x self insert #male self insert

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nerdwhoauthorinserts · 1 year

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Centaur!Blake trying to look bigger in some vain attempt to impress this pretty unicorn he just met.

Yeah... that's not exactly working... Especially given Loki is a fucking Clydesdale unicorn, Centaur!Loki towers over him, basically (I say as if he doesn't in the original universe).

This isn't helped at all by the fact that the mule mans is wearing an old saddle and a moth-bitten old sheet.

#AU #Bloki #male selfshipper #male self insert #male s/i #pen to screen #lgbt f/o #lgbt selfship #fictional other art #fictional other community #self ship art #self ship community #self ship au #centaur au #centaur art #canon x self insert #self insert community #marvel self insert #nerdwhoauthorinserts

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sweatervest-obsessed · 4 months

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Unexpected Visitor

Pairing: Spencer Reid x G!n Reader

WC: 788

A/N: A lil Spencer Xmas Blurb while I figure my shit out. Also! I'm imagining older seasons Spencer for this one.

"Hi! I'm, uh, so sorry to bug you but, um, do you know where Spe--Doctor Reid's desk is? Or, really, where D-Doctor Reid is?" .

Derek Morgan had to get his shit together because his jaw almost dropped when you walked in. What was some hot piece of ass doing, dressed like that, looking for Boy Genius.

He jumped up from his chair and strolled over to where you had stopped Garcia, who was just as flabbergasted as he was. "Reid is currently in a meeting sweetheart--may I ask what you, uh, want with him?"

You raised your eyebrows at the 'sweetheart', but smiled anyways. "He was supposed to be home about an hour ago and he wasn't answering his phone, so instead of panicking, because I know what you do for work, I wanted to come in and check before I lost my shit."

"Home?" Garcia squeaked out, still baffafled by how gorgeous you looked. It was like you were sent straight from heaven, a literal vision.

You nodded and tilted your head, slightly confused. "Y-Yeah...I'm sorry why is that---"

"We just didn't know Reid was living with anyone, let alone seeing someone."

"Ah." You nodded. "He's private like that, isn't he." Your smile warmed the two of them, and you shifted the coat from one arm to the other.

"y/n?"

You turned your head towards the back of the bullpen, and Spencer was walking out of Hatch's office. "What are you doing here?"

"Being introduced to your friends and coworkers since you haven't."

Spencer bit the inside of his cheeks and walked over to you both, placing his hand on the small of your back. You felt how tense he was.

"I'm here because our reservation is in twenty minutes and you said you'd be home over an hour ago." You looked at Spencer, whose eyes went a little wide.

"Shit. I-I didn't realize what time it was---"

"I have your suit in the car, and this is why I made the reservation for eight pm, instead of Seven."

"And this is why I love you." Spencer kissed your head and rushed over to his desk, scrambling to grab all of his papers and his bag and his coat and his scarf and his--

"Hi Y/n." Spencer looked up at the mention of your name, pausing in his frantic nature.

"Hi Aaron." You gave him a quick hug, but a bright smile. "How are you?"

"Well." He laughed a little. "I'd be better if we didn't have to work the day before Christmas Eve since I still need to wrap all of Jack's presents still."

"Oh how is Jack!"

"He's doing well. finally starting to enjoy reading, no thanks to you."

You laughed at his joke, all the while Derek and Garcia just shared an incredulous look. How the hell did you know Hotch? Jack?!? Why does Jack's reading habits connect to you--

"Ready sweetheart?" Spencer appeared at your side and you nodded. "It was lovely to see you Aaron. I'll stop by some time tomorrow to drop off Jack's gifts as well as yours. I got it when Spence I and went to Paris last month. I think you'll enjoy it!"

"That's why you weren't here for two weeks?" Penelope's jaw was on the floor. "I didn't take you to be a Parisian man Doctor Reid."

"W-Well, um--"

"It was for my birthday. My choice. I love art and museums so it made sense. Well, it was lovely to meet you all but we have a reservation to get to." You gave them all a quick smile before taking Spencer's hand and walking towards the elevator, your shoes clicking on the floor with every step you took.

"How long have the two of them been together?" Morgan turned to Hotch after you both had gotten in the elevator.

"I think today is their two year anniversary."

"TWO YEARS." Garcia clutched her hypothetical pearls. "How have I not known? How have WE not known?"

"He's private, and...well. You know Y/n."

"No we clearly do not know Hotch."

Hotch gave them a little smirk and a shrug. "Merry Christmas guys. I'll see you on the twenty-seventh."

As Hotch walked away, Garcia and Morgan just stared at one another. "So we're..."

"Going to spend then next ten minutes in my office finding everything out about this mystery person Spencer has been apparently dating for two years?"

"You read my mind mama. A little Christmas snooping never hurt anyone..."

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running-with-kn1ves · 1 month

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Okay but a darling who tries their hardest to "fix" and train their yandere. They put up with every bloody, obsessive shenanigan in the hopes that they can have a semi-regular relationship with the person they thought they were dating. You see, everything was fine the first month of the honeymoon phase-- regular cute dates and normal presents like bouquets and nicknacks-- even if they were overly frequent. It didn't take long for Yandere's true colors to show, possessiveness chaining Darling to their home and rushes in relationship milestones that normally take years to achieve.

By the third month, Darling has moved into their Yandere's home. Sure, it's fast, but how else are they going to alter a bloodthirsty stalkers' bad habits? But Darling didn't realize how much of a chore it would be to handle their Yan 24/7. Other than the constant reassurances of love and physical affection, they have to talk them down from murdering any coworkers or adding a military-grade security system to the home in an event of Darling trying to escape break up with them.

"I promise, I'm not going anywhere."

" I love you, there's no one else, how could you accuse me of that!"

Even with Darling complying continuously, wearing the ankle bracelet their Yan begs them to keep on, not leaving (or atleast, not telling Yan when they do) the house without their loving spouse-- Yandere still has paranoid visions, imagining footsteps at night, clothes that belong to them that they think are from another. But Darling is persistent, denying any sort of sneaking around and consoling their Yan in the process. I mean, who could sneak around when all they do is think of and take care of someone else continuously? And even when Yandere gets threatening, drugging takeout that was supposed to be a fun surprise and keeping Darling in the basement for a week, Darling always waits patiently for them to come back to their senses, to negotiate and bribe their way back out when Yan brings meals and requests cuddle time.

Maybe once or twice they've worried about being murdered, but they know their Yandere just loves too much, has too much affection for them to rationally contain. So they see the beast as tameable, talking them down off ledge after ledge, never bolting even with open doors and free feet. But will that be enough to convince their Yandere, to satiate their fear of abandonement and desire to trap before their prey can even think of escaping?

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hana-no-seiiki · 9 months

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YANDERE! HIMBO: This is an act of friendly bonding you know! We’re platonically getting closer. Increasing affection as bros!

DENSE! READER WHO IS CURRENTLY GETTING JERKED OFF/FINGERED BY YANDERE! HIMBO: Is this some straight thing I don’t understand?

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knightonio · 4 months

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# TOJI : fushiguro toji. top male reader. ftm toji. oral + overstimulation. gun play.

thinking about playing with ftm! toji’s pussy. it’s so pretty, sucking in your fingers so well. toji’s thighs are twitching, muscular arm swung over his eyes to hide that dazed look away from you. the past few weeks, he paid you no mind besides asking for money. normally, you wouldn’t mind, yet it’s become too unbearable.

“s.. stop...” he whines, feet dragging himself upwards the mattress. following his request, you pull away. a smile tugging at your wetness-soaked lips, “yeah? you want me to stop?” your tone is so sweet, so considerate, and suddenly toji wants to cum inside your mouth to shut you up. “i h.. hate you.” he hiccups, tensing when he feels the barrel of your gun trace his folds.

“i didn’t hear you.”

toji’s silent as you switch the safety off.

“please...” he hesitates for a moment.

he breathes slowly, “please... fuck me.”

the view is too unbelievable. too good to be true. toji leaks around your gun, entrance fluttering around nothing. his brain is fuzzy, on the border between wanting the session to end or continue. the pain’s too euphoric, serving only for the building climax deep within him. “you already came so much, baby,” you comment, “now you’re trying to fuck my gun too?”

aw, he was pouting.

“no,” he shakes his head, hair sticking to his face like glue. he was so cute. “i want you inside... wan’ your cock. please?” and he knew how to ask properly. you taught him well. your tongue plunges itself into his pussy, and he wants to scream from the abruptness. his mouth is agape in a gasp, your fingers rocking to life.

his brain frays when it registers that your weapon is pressing into his clit.

toji fucking squeals.

you don’t make him wait long. you’re soon on your knees, slick cock sliding with ease. “ngh! you d.. didn’t,” he moans in surprise, “didn’t– fucking.. warn me.” his eyebrows furrows in a way you’ll know he’ll complain, but your thrust causes cartoonish stars to swirl around his pretty, dumb head.

“careful with your words, sweetheart,” you remind, gun tracing up and up until it was against his chin. you take advantage of the situation, thrusts forceful enough to make his cunt clench with urgency. he whimpers, “yes sir.”

sian khan © knightonio. masterlist. taglist.

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quality-street-rat · 1 year

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The first day y/n is with The Company:

Y/n: *poking around by a stream*

Fili and Kili, popping up behind him: What are you doing?

Y/n, showing them a handful of frogs and a garter snake: Establishing dominance.

Fili: Okay just because we put frogs in people's bedrolls doesn't mean we'll just let you put them in ours.

Y/n: Oh these aren't for you.

Kili: But you said--

Y/n: I'm establishing dominance, yeah. DON'T say anything when Thorin gets mad at you.

Fili, horrified: Those are for THORIN?

Y/n: Yeah. I'm establishing dominance.

Kili: Y/n...what the fuck.

LATER

Thorin: BOYS!!!!

Fili: It wasn't us!

Thorin: THEN WHO--

Y/n: *the only person present smiling*

*dead silence*

Y/n, batting his eyes: I put those by MY bedroll, I simply love frogs. I don't know how they ended up in yours.

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adonisbeloveds · 6 months

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You did it! You came back! You actually came back! Don't EVER leave again please! you made them so worried :( Your...your using them? Your not just coming to do your dailys and logging off? oh! they are so so happy they could just pull you in and give you the biggest hug so you never leave again! Your back to your normal self! oh how they missed you using them to explore, farm, quest, everything! they missed your amazing face, your amazing voice, they missed you so much but your back! Please don't leave them again :(! they didn't mean to get angry! but why did you leave them for others? what was it called again? honkai star rail..? no matter what its called just don't do it again!

Your their creator! your their overseer! only theirs!

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chaepink · 6 months

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DAY 19: SUCH A TEASE | COCKWARMING

teasing kageyama is always fun, especially if it has something to do with him cockwarming you.

⋆ ࣪. ❤︎ PAIRING ⸻ kageyama tobio x reader

⋆ ࣪. ❤︎ WARNINGS ⸻ dom!gn!reader, dacryphilia, begging, cockwarming (character receiving), edging, riding, praise, pegging, strap can be read as a dick, reader can lift him up

⋆ ࣪. ❤︎ WORDS ⸻ 1.8k words

KINKTOBER EVENT

You love teasing kageyama. Whether it's palming him under the table at a restaurant, making tears brim his eyes when you continue to overstimulate him, or being blunt with your words about how you want to just bend him over the nearest desk and fuck him till he can't think anymore. All three would result in kageyama flushing red and letting out a needy whine, stuttering out a quiet response.

And today is no different. With your focus solely on the work in front of you, you almost forget about him on your lap. That's until kageyama lets out a whimper, wrapping his arms around you tighter.

"Are you alright, kageyama?" He whines at you. Here he is, fully naked and on your lap with your strap stuffing him full. The tip is just barely touching his prostate and it brushes against it whenever he moves just a little, each time making him leak out pre cum from his hard red dick. It lays against your stomach and he tries his best not to move, wanting to be good for you. He's been cockwarming you for a while now and he's lost track of how many times you've edged him.

A mere hour or so earlier you were working on stuff you needed to finish until Kageyama kept begging you to pay attention to you. So a suggestion of him cockwarming you, some edging, and teasing now has you here. The tip of Kageyama's ears burns, not thinking it his neediness would result to this.

"ah! y-yeah i-im mmph! fine!" You let out a sigh before putting your pencil down and running your hand through his hair. You suddenly grab a fistful of it and pull it back, making kageyama let out a gasp as he throws his head back. Your other hand roams down his body to grip his thigh, giving it a squeeze.

In this new position, you're able to see kageyama much better. His face is flushed red and his eyes are hooded as he looks at you. You look at his dick and how pre cum continues to leak out of it like a broken faucet. The substance continues to drip down his dick and to the base. Ragged breaths escape him and your eyes trail down to where your strap disappears into his ass. The feeling of your eyes down there makes him subconsciously squeeze around your strap, making him let out a small moan. So needy.

"Really? It seems like you're falling apart on top of me already though from what I can tell." Kageyama lets out a cry when you grab his hips to slam him down on your strap, a squirt of his cum spurting out of his dick and staining your shirt. There's no warning for him as you continue your actions.

"s-shit o-oh my god! let me cum, please!" Kageyama lets out a sob when the strap hits the spot inside him that makes his toes curl and back arch back against the desk. When you keep going, kageyama begins to think that you're finally going to let him cum and pleas and begs flood out of his mouth. That's until you stop. He cries out before looking at you with tears brimming his eyes.

"Y-You're so mean, [name]! Stop t-teasing me!" He cries at you, trying to subtly grind against your strap as he paws at your chest. It's been the same thing over and over again. You pay attention to your work for a while before finally paying attention to him. But it doesn't last long cause all you do is edge him close to his orgasm, make him think each time would be the time that you finally let him cum, before stopping altogether and ruining his release. Then you go back to your work as if nothing happened.

You coo at him, cupping his cheek. You feel him lean into your touch with a pout on his lips. How cute.

"But you just make it so easy to be mean to you, baby. You let out those noises I love so much and you're just so pretty when you cry. I can't help teasing you." Kageyama shoves his head into the crook of your neck, hiding his red face. You hear him sniffle and he grips onto your shoulders for support.

"I-I keep getting so close! It h-hurts, [name]." You begin to mark his neck, leaving bite marks and hickeys here and there. Afterwards, you admire how the colors of the marks compliments his skin so prettily. While a part of you feels bad for edging him for a while now, another part wants him to beg for it more, to make him cry.

"Don't you want to be good, though? Wanna be a good boy for me, yeah?" He whines and nods hastily. Of course he does! "That's what I thought too. Good boys do what they're told don't they? So how about you let me do it again, hm? One more time, please?" Kageyama's breath hitches in his throat. You raise a eyebrow at his hesitation.

While he wants to be good for you, the pain in his dick and being denied release a couple times now is starting to get to him and he feels his mind getting foggy. Though of course, the right answer is always clear to him. He wants to be good for you.

He nods again but you tap his cheek, wanting a verbal answer from him. "Y-Yes." You smile at him. "Good boy. Tell me when you're close, alright?"

He shivers at the praise but you surprise him when you grab his dick and begin stroking it, the pace immediately quickening. He widens his eyes, the feeling of his orgasm and the need to release quickly coming back and overwhelming him. His noises fill the room and you almost feel bad for your neighbors who would surely hear him. Almost.

He shuts his eyes close and as his release quickly returns back, he's quick to tell you about it. Even though he knows it's going to happen, he still lets out a broken whine when you release your hand from his dick, ripping his orgasm away from him.

Tears are streaming down his face by now and you have to wipe them off his face. His eyelashes are clumped together and his eyes are glossy.

"You're doing so good for me, baby. That was the last one remember?"

He swallows and nods. You admire the way tears streak down his red face. Fuck, he looks so pretty like this.

"Bet you want to cum now right, doesn't it hurt?" Kageyama lets out a quiet 'yes', pouting at you.

"Go on then, put on a show and ride me." You don't have to tell him twice as his grip on you tightens. He puts his calves on the seat and sits up, slowly taking your strap out of him until it's merely a inch away from his hole. He bites his lip in anticipation and neediness. Seconds later he slams himself down on it, the strap entering him in one smooth movement. A scream leaves his mouth as it fills him up to the brim.

He begins bouncing on top of you so quickly that it's almost like he forgot how you two are only on a chair. Sure the environment may not be the best for him to ride you but the both of you barely cares. All you're focused on is him.

You watch as he quickly falls apart in front of you once again and becomes quickly overwhelmed at the pace and intensity he set for himself. But he doesn't choose to slow down, wanting to chase his high as fast as possible. His mouth is wide open and drool begins falling from the corner of it. He looks so fucked out that you can't help but wish to take a picture and savor it forever.

You notice the bulge on his stomach every time your strap enters him and you press down on the spot, grinning when Kageyama lets out a choked moan at the feeling.

"f-feels so good, [name]." There's a teasing grin on your face. "It feels so good as you ride me, doesn't it? I'm making you feel so good, right?" He nods dumbly even though he doesn't even process what you just said. All your words just go in one ear and out the other.

Incoherent words leave his mouth and you struggle to understand what he's saying. Though you don't really need to know how he feels from his words, the amount and volume of his noises tell you enough about how he's feeling.

"[name], please," he whines. He doesn't even know what he's begging for anymore. His hole sucks in your strap so greedily as if it wants more ever time it enters him.

He can barely think properly. All his thoughts are scrambled and instead are replaced by the feeling of your strap and how it's just hitting all the right spots in him. He feels so full and warm that he doesn't even release how he's about to cum.

The feeling of cumming hits his body suddenly and he lets out a wail at the intense feeling. After being edged so many times, it only makes it better when he finally gets to cum. Cum shoots out his dick and it makes a mess everywhere. It stains his chest and also your top but you don't care. Kageyama continues to ride your strap and you realize that it seems like he's not going to stop anything soon. You don't even have to overstimulate him, he's already doing it himself!

The sound of skin on skin is sinful as it floods your ears. It along with his noises are music to your ears and you swear you could hear them forever and would never get tired of it. Praises spill from your mouth and Kageyama whines at each one.

An idea hits you and you quickly push everything out of the way on your desk. Your hands reach for his waist and when you notice Kageyama slowing down, you lift him off you and push him against the desk. Before he could beg you to put the strap in again, you do it yourself and slam it back in him. The new angle makes his eyes roll back and let out a mewl. He chokes on his spit and all he can do is lay there all pretty for you as you fuck his brains out. After being edged so many times, the feeling of overstimulation is heaven for him.

It's going to be a long night and he knows that by the morning, he won't be able to walk properly. Well, it's not like he's complaining of course.

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bunnygirllover45 · 2 months

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my favorite ship dynamic fr

#'chrona why do you have so many office workers that look exactly the same?'#< for self insert purposes #LMAO #jirai kei #girly kei #yandere male #yandere oc #yandere boy #yandere #she's talking abt sanrio btw #they're both red flags #red flag x red flag is the best

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redheadjustin · 2 years

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STAR WARS: SAVING THE CHOSEN ONE

Please note I have messed with the timeline a bit. Pong Krell was executed in season 5 of Star wars: the clone wars. Please understand that any changes are so I better interact with the universe.

The force watched in despair. The planet was devastated from the battle between the two force users. Rocks with marks from lightsabers layed scattered from being hurled as weapons to distract the opponent and create an opening. Finally, the blue lightsaber of the graying redhead struck across the helmet of the sith. The redhead man, once known as Obi-Wan Kenobi, was shocked yet relieved to see the burnt and scar face of his Former padawan. The sith that was on his knees struggling to breathe was sith lord Darth Vader or as he was known years ago, Anakin Skywalker Jedi knight, the hero with no fear, the hero of tomorrow, chosen one who was supposed to destroy the sith and bring balance to the force.

The force itself watched, saddened by the turn of events that occurred years ago that the force was powerless to stop. The force watched as Palpatine killed Kit Fisto and two other members of the Jedi consul. It watched as Mace Windu and Papatine dueled until the Jedi had the sith down for the count until Anakin came and chopped Mace’s hand off thus allowing the sith to kill the Jedi. The force watched as Anakin was forced to join the sith to save his wife. It watches as the sith issued order sixty six and began the Jedi purge.

The force watched as the chosen one lost the duel with his former master. And it watched as Anakin Skywalker lost his wife and his unborn child. It watched as Padme Amadalia died of a broken heart after she gave birth to the twins Luke and Leah Skywalkwer. It watched as the twins were separated and the remaining Jedi went into hiding. But, the force always focused on the former chosen one. Yes, Qui-Gon Jinn had been right all those years ago. And the force was saddened by how far Anakin had fallen. The force could have intervened at any time it wanted to but it held out hope that Anakin would turn back to the light. But, those hopes never came to fruition.

The force watched with regret as Obi-Wan walked to his former padawan and brother. The blue blade of the lightsaber that Anakin knew so well raised above him and the fallen Jedi knew it was the end. He looked deep into Obi-Wan’s eyes, this caught the old Jedi off guard. The former Jedi had a sad smile on his burnt lips. “I’m sorry Obi-Wan. I’m sorry for everything. Go ahead, it’s okay master. I’ll see Padme again.” as he spoke the sith’s eyes reverted back to their blue color. The red haired Jedi smiled back just as sadly tears forming in his aged eyes. “You’re forgiven my padawan.” The emotion in Obi-Wan’s voice was thick as he began to bring the saber down.

The force decided enough was enough and froze time around the galaxy. The blue blade froze as did everything else. The force knew Anakin was the only one who COULD end Palpitine’s rineg of terror and bring balance. But, it was too late. The second the force unfroze time the blade would go down on Anakin’s neck, killing him. The force knew that even if it could intervene here it wouldn’t matter. Anakin was more machine than man now and would be no match to Darth Sidious. The force knew the only option was to change history to prevent the fall of the republic. But, then the question was how to keep Anakin from falling. The force pondered this until it recalled another of its favorites. A young human boy that was a Jedi at the time. He was a Padawan without a master at the time. Ah yes, the force recalled young sixteen year old Justin Bush. a very talented Jedi but he fell as well. Now he wasn’t known as Justin Bush but rather as the first brother. The more the force thought of it it made sense. Rewind time and send a message to Yoda to assign Justin as Anakin’s first padawan left the Jedi order thus perhaps stopping Anakin’s fall to the darkside. The force smiled as it watched as time started to rewind. This could save the galaxy and give happiness to two who deserved it the most.

21 BBY (season 5 of Star wars the clone wars) Justin POV

I sighed as I stared into the mirror of the fresher in my room that was in the apartment I share with my Master, Pong Krell. I did not like what I saw in the mirror. Not one bit. Bruises, marks, cuts and scars were what met my brown eyes. All of which were inflicted by my “master”. My skin was more scared than what it should be for a fourteen year old that hasn't seen a day of this war. It was the same thing since I was assigned to Master Krell when I was thirteen. A year ago. A year of abuse and harsh training. Master Krell was one of the prominent generals in the clone wars yet, he never took me into battle. He always cited my autism. But I knew that was a bunch of bantha shit. He just didn’t want to risk anyone finding out about my abuse. I used to wear sleeveless robes that showed my toned, freckled arms. But now I wear sleeves to hide the cuts and marks. I hardly talked to any of my friends anymore. Well, except Cal. Cal is like a little brother and has yet to find a master despite him being the best of his group.

I eat alone. I train alone. I study alone. I am alone. My Master has isolated me from the rest of the Jedi order. I feel an anger bubble up in my very being as I can’t take my eyes off of my body. The only part that remains undamaged is my face. Well, on the outside. But, no one can deny how my eyes are more heavy, having lost their shine long ago. I wanted to punch the mirror that showed me what I’d become. A shell of a padawan who was too scared to reveal his abuse to the Jedi counsel. I was glad my “master” had gone on a mission with the five hundred and first. It gave me some time to heal but not a lot.

The entire temple was somber. It was only a month after Asoka Tanno left the order. And I couldn’t exactly blame her. The Jedi bent to the pressure of the senate and expelled Asoka. It turned out that Barris Offree was the one who blew the hanger up. I didn’t know either of them well but they were always nice to me. Barris wasn’t the only one who had lost faith in the Jedi. I was starting too and I knew it must have been the same for Anakin Skywalker. I knew he was of course. He was the hero with no fear and the chosen one. I knew he was accepted into the order at nine. I also knew that he blamed the counsel for the death of his mother. And I also knew he blamed the counsel for bowing to the senate. And to be honest? I don’t blame him.

I was pulled out of my musing by a knock at the apartment door. It must have been the droid with the mail. I didn’t bother to put my tunic on as it was a droid and was programmed to not report anything we didn’t want it too. As I approached the door I didn’t notice the force signature on the other side of the door. I really wish I had some damn caf. I opened the door expecting to see the mail droid but instead I saw Master Obi-wan Kenobi. The fellow redhead’s eyes widened slightly before going back to normal.

“Good morning Padawan Bush, I was here to inform you the Jedi council wished to speak with you, but it appears that a trip to the healers is in order afterwards.” The famed negotiator of the Jedi order said taking in every mark, burse, cut and scar on my body. My face flushed with embarrassment as I looked down while summoning my tunic from my room with the force. “Master Kenobi, I wasn’t expecting you this morning.” The amused smirk that appeared on the council member’s face didn’t quite reach his eyes.

“I can see that. Now, you can do your tunic on the way to the council’s chamber. There's an urgent matter we must discuss with you.” And with that the redhead started to walk leaving me to stumble after him. As I walked I did my tunic tight as Master Kenobi had seen my abuse and I would already be forced into a trip to the healers. I didn’t need to expose my abuse. “Master” Krell would kill me. And no, I don’t mean that figuratively. As we walked towards the tower that housed the Jedi council’s chamber I didn’t notice Master Obi-Wan communicating through his bond with the rest of the Council. The ride in the turbolift was calm if not slow. I felt waves of calm dousing the fire of my nerves.

I had always been told that my emotions in the force were like an explosion. That I had an aura about me that made people want to protect me and soothe me when I’m in distress. The turbolift doors open revealing a long hall to a single door. I remember being down this hall when I was four, when I was first brought to the temple after my parents died. I remembered being carried in a padawan's arms as I tried to stop my sobs. I remember him rubbing circles on my back. I remember the words of comfort he whispered in my ear. I remember him wiping the blood from the cut in the middle of my eyebrow. I remember so much of him but I don’t remember his name.

I was brought to the present by Master Obi-Wan’s voice. “Padawan, Wait out here while I inform the Council of your arrival.” I nodded as he walked into the Council chamber. The second the doors slid closed I felt a feeling of dread fill me. something was wrong. I just knew it. Something had changed but I Didn’t know what. I also knew Master Kenobi would most likely mention my injuries and I knew that I couldn’t try to lie. I wanted to. But, the force told me to do so would be stupid. I played with my padawan braid as I waited for the doors to the Jedi council to open. Sometimes I wish I had been sent to the service corps. At least there I would have never incurred the abuse I had. The doors to the chamber opened. It felt as though the Force was making me walk into the chamber but I did so all the same.

As I walked in I couldn’t help but notice that only half the council was prescient. Oppo Rancisis, Yoda, Adi Gallia, Eeth Koth, Mace Windu, Plo Koon, Obi-Wan Kenobi and Kit Fisto were the ones present. I could feel each council member’s eyes on me, as if staring into my soul. Each Member’s eyes were filled with different emotions. Sadness, Pity, understanding, distrust and many others. But, I kept what little calm I could muster as I prepared to answer the council’s questions.

“Young one, Good to see you, it is.” Master Yoda greeted me with a smile and his ears poking upwards. Master Yoda had always been one of my favorite Jedi masters around the temple as he and I had a special bond. I was the only autistic Jedi in the order and had a lot of issues with conitrateing and being able to keep my emotions under wrapps. Yoda had taken me under his wing to avoid any issues as I grew older. I sometimes think he would have taken me as his padawan had the war not happened.

“It’s nice to see you as well Master Yoda.” I said with a smile and a bow of respect. It felt relaxed when Master Yoda spoke to me, as though he knew my nerves and was trying to keep me calm. Unfortunately, someone had to shatter this. “Padawan, we don’t have time for the pleasantries. We have received troubling reports about your master and we have questions.” Master Windu said with contempt in his voice. He always disliked me. It always bothered me but I kept my calm.

“What Master Windu means,” Master Obi-Wan said with a slight glare at Master Windu. “Is that some disturbing events have occurred that involved your Master. And as his Padawan we have some questions for you.” Ah, Master Obi-Wan, ever the diplomat but the way they phrased it only increased the pit in my stomach. “Masters, may I ask what events have occurred? And how Is my Master involved?” I felt the feeling in my stomach grow as the council shared a look. “Padawan, I’m sorry to inform you but your Master was killed in a possible mutiny and-” I don’t hear the rest of Master Kenobi’s sentence after the first part. I was shocked. Master Krell was dead? He was Killed by a clone? He Couldn’t hurt me anymore? Did he hurt the Clones like he did me? It was a lot. And I couldn’t focus, I could feel myself start to get overwhelmed. I could hear someone calling my name but it felt as though they were in a forcefield. I barely saw someone stand in front of me. I couldn’t process all the information that had just been thrown at me. I could feel My panic spiral until Someone placed a hand on my shoulder.

“Justin, You’re okay. You need to match my breathing.” Master Kenobi told me in a calm voice. It took me a bit but I did manage to calm down. “I take It you didn’t know of your Master’s plan to abuse the clones?” Master Obi-Wan asked me softly and I could Only nod shyly at the question. “Did your master abuse you as well?” Was his follow up. I nodded again as my voice kept failing me. He hovered his hand around my tunic as if asking for permission to remove my tunic. I tensed but I gave him a nod. As Master Kenobi undid my tunic I heard gasps from the rest of the council as they saw the marks, bruises and scars on my torso. I felt ashamed and looked at the floor. I felt the looks bare into me and I felt embarrassed. I wanted to disappear and get away from the pity. I heard Yoda walk closer to me as I heard his walking stick. “Your fault, it was not. Abuse you, your master did. Obi-Wan, take him to the healing halls, you will. Wait for his new master with him, you will.” Yoda said softly but with an authoritative tone. I saw Obi-Wan nod and he warped my tunic around me to cover my abuse.

I layed on the bed in the healing halls as still as I could per the healer’s orders as I described my abuse to Obi-Wan for an official report for the chancellor to read. I was in a private room as all of the patent rooms were. I felt stuipd describing every injury to Obi-Wan. Despite Obi-Wan’s reassurances I felt like I let Krell abuse me. I was describing the burns on my shoulder when the door to my room slid open. “Ah Anakin. I’m glad you came to meet your new padawan.” Obi-Wan said and I could practically hear the knowing smirk in the redhead’s voice. I looked up from my lap to see my new master. I looked up to see Anakin Skywalker. I saw the frustrated look on his face turn into a look of sympathy.

“Hello there young one. It seems you've been through a lot. But, I’ll help you. I promise as your master I’ll protect you.” And I don’t know if it was because he was the hero with no fear or if it was because he was the chosen one, but I believed him and felt safe for the first time in a year. And I missed that feeling. But, I felt the force telling me it would all be okay.

#star wars fanfiction #anakin skywalker #anakin skywalker x male oc #anakin skywalker x male self insert #x male self insert #male self insert #star wars x male self insert #star wars the clone wars

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nerdwhoauthorinserts · 8 months

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Meet the Pilot *'Meet the' music plays*

I forgot to put the fire, so since he's not using both hands anyway, let's assume he's falling out of a window or something-

My Tf2 S/I is finally designed! Meet 'The Pilot'! A support class merc who uses a jetpack to fly around the map. He has a pair of wrist-mounted blades (Think assassin's creed.) and a basic pistol and steel-toe boots but not much else. The pistol has a high crit chance, but the blades and boots have an extremely low crit chance. He can't use his weapons while flying, either. (Lore-wise, this is because his jet pack requires both hands to operate, thus making it impossible.)

The base strategy for this class is the 'trolldier' strategy people use for The Soldier. (Dropping on the enemy and striking them like a falcon.) Though there are obviously other methods that players can use/come up with. This class has the 'mantreads' effects by default with the bonus that landing on a sentry directly can also affect it the same way.

This class mainly capitalizes on human psychology, as people are wired to mainly focus on the horizon-line, rather than looking up. (Which is why 'jumps' are so successful, as well.)

I imagine his 'meet the' video would probably be a compilation of jet pack tests, broken up with scenes of the camera crew walking with him. The video ending with the one that actually works.

Yes, in-universe, he built his own jet pack.

#forgive me if this seems unbalanced #I believe it isn't but who knows #S/I hours #pen to screen #male s/i #s/i community #s/i art #self insert #male self insert #tf2 oc #tf2 oc art #tf2 original character #self insert community #team fortress 2 oc #nerdwhoauthorinserts #tw: blood #tw: minor blood

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sweatervest-obsessed · 4 months

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Hangovers and Hickeys

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Reader

WC: no idea rn lmao probably like 700

A/N: some Spence content before the new year (on the western calendar). Hope you all get to enjoy the day!

“Good morning sunshine.”

You winced at the sheer volume of his voice. “If I could, id shove you off of the roof Derek Morgan.”

“Fun night?”

You snorted and finally lifted your head off of the desk. “You should be a profiler.”

That caused Derek to laugh, which made you wince and close your eyes. The sunglasses perched on your nose were supposed to be helping. They weren’t.

“That’s a nice hickey you got there.”

You grunted in response and tried to adjust your sweater collar so it would cover the hickey you missed this morning when you didn’t look in the mirror. You had basically rolled out of bed, and into your car to make sure you got to work on time.

“Who gave it to you?” “Why don’t you use your super duper profiling skills to deduce it or whatever Sherlock shit you wanna do.”

Derek snorted and shook his head. ”or you could just….tell me.”

“Don’t worry about it Derek.” You grumbled.

When Derek realized he wasn’t going to get any answers out of you about it, he decided he was going to change tactics.

“Moving on from Boy Wonder?” It was no secret that you had a crush on a certain nerdy doctor. And so Derek tried to use this knowledge to his advantage.

You crossed your arms and just raised your eyebrows. “I’m not dignifying that with a response,”

“Pretty sure that was my answer.” He chuckled, sitting down in his chair and swiveling to look at you.

When you decided to just ignore Derek, and face your desk, he piped up again. “Where is he anyways?” “No idea.”

It was like he was waiting for his cue from you. Spencer pushed open the doors to the bull pen and strolled in. He had his purple scarf around his neck, over his new coat that Henry (JJ) had gotten him for Christmas. It was a beautiful grey pea coat that kept him warm during these freezing winter months. Spender was carrying a tray with two coffees on it and what seemed like a bag from McDonalds, which seemed to be for you, since he was headed in your direction.

The smell of the food caused you to groan with joy and smile at the man walking towards you.

“My knight in shining armor.” You muttered as he placed the whole tray in front of you. You placed a kiss on his cheek hasilty, causing him to blush a little.

“I got hashbrowns from both McDonald’s and Dunkin’, a little smorgasbord of grease for your pallet.” He whispered before taking one of the cups out of the tray.

“I’m going to marry you Doctor Spencer Reid.” You muttered, digging into the bag and pulling out one of the McDonald’s hash browns and biting into it. The groan you let out leaned a little on the pornographic side, which made Derek raise his eyebrows at the sound you let out, and then at tinge of pink on Spencer’s cheeks.

You continued eating, clueless about the silent interrogation happening to your left, enjoying every single bite and sip of your hangover cure.

“Derek I can hear you thinking and it’s making my head throb.”

Derek’s eyes snapped back to you, as your figure swiveled in the chair to face him, casually munching on some of the fries, in a completely different mood then from two minutes ago before Spencer had walked in the room.

“Sorry your highness. I’m just curious as to why Boy Genius here is bringing you hangover cures.”

“Well it’s his fault I’m this fucked up so he owes me.” You grumbled, swiveling around in your chair to face your desk. You pulled your lap top out of your canvas bag and started to set up for your work day.

“Wha-how is it his fault.”

That’s when Spencer turned bright red and tried to change the conversation, or at least get out of it. “I—well it’s not…I….hotch is…”

Spencer basically ran across the bullpen and up the stairs to Hotch’s office, avoiding the conversation he almost just had.

“I don’t think you wanna know.” You smirked and bit into the muffin from Dunks that Spencer had got you, not looking at the man behind you.

“I’m starting to think that too.” His eyes narrowed and he looked between where Spencer had run off to, and you.

Something was going on between the two of you, and Derek Morgan was going to figure it out.

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