#now i just have to write a lab report for tomorrow

[dootdootwriting]

♡ SLEEPING with the genshin men ♡

featuring: albedo; ayato; childe; cyno; diluc; gorou; itto; kaeya; kazuha; thoma; tighnari; venti; xiao; zhongli tw: i say shit once, like a tiny bit suggestive in a couple of them if you squint type: pure fluff; established relationship; sfw pronouns used: none a/n: this idea has been rotting my brain since i thought of it before going to bed a few nights ago and now that i have time to burn i'm FINALLY writing it ╰(*´︶`*)╯♡

under the cut for length ♡ it is long ♡

ALBEDO

horrible sleep schedule. is always telling you he'll be "just five more minutes" but you know he won't

he feels bad about it. some of his experiments are time sensitive! you remind him he could have started them tomorrow morning instead of eleven at night

once he does join you in bed, he can be a bit shy. you'll have to actively invite him to lay closer to you

once you do that, he feels totally comfortable!

albedo likes to be close to you, enjoying your body heat as much as he can.

sleeping with him is comfortable. he doesn't exude any heat, but he isn't cold, either - so no matter the weather, he's a good nap buddy

his favorite place to sleep is up on his lab in dragonspine, next to you, in a bed covered in furs and blankets so both of you can be completely tucked in. it's like a cocoon of comfort!

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DILUC

cannot sleep without you next to him!!

he also often stays up late, but is easily convinced to come to bed. his work can often wait until morning and you are really in need of your favorite pillow

he sighs softly, gives you a quiet smile, and blows out his candle before pulling the covers back and sliding in next to you

diluc likes to hold you while you sleep. it makes him feel safe with you in his arms, held securely against his chest

usually you sleep facing each other with your nose a bit squished between his pecs, but i mean... are you complaining?

diluc is a heavy sleeper and doesn't wake up until either you get up or his natural rhythm wakes him up, usually midmorning.

he is not a morning person. it's going to take many kisses and some coffee to convince him to wake up all the way.

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KAEYA

has a seven step skincare routine that he does WITH you before bed

it's a really sweet and intimate way to get in the sleepy time mood!

he's not one to take care of himself, but he does care about his appearance. so you two have this now.

kaeya likes to spoon you!

he has one draped lazily over your waist, the other curled up next to his head

he's a light sleeper! he shifts around a lot during the night, but whenever he does, he subconsciously will reach out for you

therefore, if you wake up in the middle of the night, it's a coin toss as to what position the two of you will be in. however, nine times out of ten, some part of him will be touching some part of you

sleepy kaeya brain says make sure you're with him and safe!

he wakes up early to report to the knights of favonius, though it's certainly not below him to indulge a few times a year week sleeping in next to you

i mean, how could he resist?

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VENTI

little shit (affectionate)

this guy will not sleep until you DRAG him into bed and then he's whining the whole way. why would you go to bed when you could stay up singing and having fun!! what about board games!

and then the minute you finally get him to lay down next to you he's down for the count

venti is also a VERY affectionate guy. so while he sleeps he will cling onto you like a koala

he might drool on you just a little bit

he's a really heavy sleeper but he's also a bit of a kicker

he's fallen out of the bed while still gripping your arm in his sleep on multiple occasions.

sometimes, on rare nights, you'll wake up in the middle of the night to hear him softly humming something, still completely asleep.

CHILDE

as a fatui harbinger, he's out a lot

this means that he really does treasure the time he spends with you, especially at night

he's clingy.

childe will take any opportunity he can for skinship

probably sleeps in his underwear (⌒_⌒;)

he will spoon you, he will hold you against him, he will lay you on his chest

he needs to be touching you at all times. unfortunately, he can sometimes sweat.

he trained himself to be a light sleeper. nothing can sneak up on him, even while he's asleep. he's the perfect protection for his beloved partner!

he doesn't want to get up in the morning. you have to poke him and sometimes drag him o.ut of bed by his ankles.

he whines about it but he loves you. and soon enough he's dressed and on his way to work with a quick kiss goodbye.

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XIAO

"adepti don't need sleep."

ok, well, it's more awkward when he's standing over your bed just watching you sleep

you have to beg him to either go somewhere else or join you

he doesn't want to leave you to sleep by yourself, unprotected... so he reluctantly agrees to lay down next to you

hm. actually, this is kind of nice.

xiao realizes that actually he is a little bit tired. a lot tired.

he awkwardly opens his arms for you to crawl into, and then once he hears your breathing slow down, he allows himself to close his eyes.

xiao sleeps like a log, for the first time in hundreds of years.

this becomes habit. when he isn't spending the night off hunting monsters, he joins you in bed and allows himself a few hours of rest.

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ZHONGLI

nighttime is when zhongli allows himself to let go

he trusts you with everything, and therefore, as the two of you are getting ready for bed, while he's washing up, he lets his more draconic features show.

his tail appears, his arms take on a darker shade, bright golden veins just visible, and horns make their way to the top of his head

even his teeth shift, becoming just barely noticeably sharper and larger.

it's in these moments when you remember your lover is an ancient being and quite literally a god

zhongli's demeanor doesn't change, though. he's still a gentleman.

he situates himself in bed first, makes himself comfortable, picks up a book, and invites you to lay with him.

he'll stay up for a bit reading by candlelight with you next to him, until he finally gets tired, snuffs out the candle, places a soft kiss to your temple, and lays down next to you

he's another one that likes to hold you while you sleep.

SLEEPS LIKE A ROCK (literally). you swear sometimes it's like his body temporarily turns to stone.

zhongli's body sleeps on a schedule, so he wakes up at the same time every morning to prepare for work.

if you're still in bed by the time he has to leave, he'll leave a letter on his pillow and a kiss on your head before he goes.

AYATO

the evening is his favorite time of day

(the time when it finally comes to an end)

as the yashiro commissioner, he's busy most of the day, and doesn't often have time to spend with you. while he's around, he can't devote much of his attention to you, which he sincerely regrets.

so nights with him are when he shows you just how much he loves you.

he makes sure you're comfortable and helps you get ready for bed, a routine which includes many many kisses and a few apologies for being busy all the time (you understand, and he knows this, but he likes to make sure you know he still loves you)

ayato likes to hold hands while you sleep. there's something so intimate about it that he's such a sucker for.

he doesn't sleep really lightly or heavily, just sort of in the middle. he wakes up to shift his position a few times a night but that's it.

he's also a sucker for being close to you. you'll wake up learning that at some point in the night, ayato has pulled you much closer to him than you were when you originally went to bed.

he has to wake up early, but he hates it. he leaves a quick kiss on your head before he gets up for work, and will check in with you throughout the day, too.

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GOROU

loves sleeping with you but denies it

he NEEDS to be holding you while you sleep. ever since the incident with yae miko, he's trying to break the embarrassing habit of sleeping with his tail in his arms, and he figures you're the perfect replacement!

light sleeper and twitches in his sleep, a bit like dogs when they dream. it's adorable

subconsciously pulls you closer to him while he's asleep, too. having you near him is comforting.

he's incredibly warm! and his tail is SO fluffy. you might want to sleep on opposite sides of the bed during hot weather.

he hates this though, and you'll probably wake up in his arms. he'll deny moving you and say it must have been you who craved his hugs, not the other way around.

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ITTO

BIG BAN BIG MAN

he's such an affectionate guy too. just be careful of the horns

his favorite position to sleep in is on his back with you on his chest. he WILL trap you with his arms

doesn't mean to trap you. but he's just so big and strong... it just kind of happens!

snores. it's annoying but endearing. he doesn't even know he's doing it

when he snores, the bridge of his nose will scrunch and it'll look a bit like he's snarling. sometimes his huge teeth come out

he's big, so he also exudes a lot of heat. however, unlike gorou, he won't even let you sleep on the other side of the bed

he Will hold you. there is no escape. he sleeps really soundly and pretty much doesn't move an inch all night.

itto is not a morning person. you have to shake him awake and then he whines about it.

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KAZUHA

A SWEETHEART

he helps you get ready for bed and then tucks you in and everything <33

actually kazuha really likes to sing you to sleep or recite a poem for you before bed!

won't overtly cuddle you unless you ask for it, but is never opposed to it!

he's just not really sure how to handle it sometimes, so he just kind of keeps to himself unless either of you are feeling particularly affectionate

as time passes, he becomes more confident, and needs more and more cuddles.

kazuha is a light sleeper, but is quiet and careful enough never to wake you up when he does in the middle of the night.

he likes to wake up at the same time as you, so if he wakes up first, he waits for you before starting his day.

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THOMA

warm warm warm warm

when it's cold out, he's the perfect bedtime buddy. when it's warm, you two sleep on opposite sides of the bed with pinkies intertwined in the middle

like kaeya, he likes to wash up thoroughly before bed. sometimes he even does his hair so it'll look nicer when he wakes up

on nights when it's warm, somehow, in the middle of the night, despite starting on opposite ends of the bed from one another, you'll find that you gravitated towards each other and met in the middle.

he laughs and apologizes and offers to sleep somewhere else. you refuse and hug him even closer

thoma really loves physical affection while sleeping

his favorite is sleeping facing each other, and sometimes you two find yourselves staying up until the early hours of the morning talking until he realizes it's one am and he has work tomorrow.

always leaves you a kiss and a note before he leaves to tend to the kamisatos. and of course you're always welcome to visit!

CYNO

very awkward about sleeping with you

he's just nervous! you have to reassure him you're comfortable around him and would, in fact, prefer he sleep next to you comfortably than on the floor.

it takes him a while to warm up to the idea, and starts off very stiff, but over time, he learns that in fact, he sleeps much better when you're there with him.

cyno sleeps deeply, and doesn't shift much throughout the night. you could probably use him as a pillow if you wanted, he wouldn't object.

he likes when you sleep on his chest the most. the pressure of you being on him is very comforting and he likes having his arms around you.

he calls himself your "general mahamattress," and proceeds to overexplain even though the joke is rather clear. he's very sweet about it.

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TIGHNARI

sleeping near a loved one is good for your brain!!! there's science to back it up!! probably!!

snuggles you like a koala when you sleep together. there's no escaping tighnari's grip of death.

before he discovered sleeping next to you, it was pretty difficult for him to get to sleep on time.

therefore, in case it's a rough night, he has a bunch of herb remedies for insomnia that are tried and true, his own recipes

he's found that a dab of sweet smelling flower dew on your forehead helps with sweet dreams, and while you're sleeping with him, you rarely have nightmares.

tighnari and his bushy tail are here with you to chase away the monsters!!

he's a forest ranger and a fox. and he gets up when he WANTS. do not try to drag him out of bed you will be (gently) bitten.

also twitches in his sleep. creacher. you know how it is with animals.

basically a gigantic cuddle bug, and pretty much willing to admit it.

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[severevoiddragon]

File 001: Mr. Scar Goodtimes

Real name: We're still not sure, and frankly, we're too afraid to ask.

Job: CEO and Founder, Former CEO

Notes: CEO and Founder of Apeture Science, Mr. Scar Goodtimes raised this company from the ground. From making shower curtains to our new scientific advances, he has led our company to prosperity.

More writing under the cut!

Statement from Mr. Goodtimes: "Hello, all you investors and test subjects, Scar Goodtimes here, CEO and founder of Apeture Science. You might be wondering, "Scar, what possessed you to buy hundreds of dollars of moon rocks?" And the answer would be: Science! Just some good, ol' fashioned Science. Cleo, tell the Lab Boys to see if ground up moon rocks can do any Science."

Additional Note: We're not sure how Mr. Goodtimes came into possession of billions of dollars, considering he spends them all almost as soon as he gets them. The stock ratings are awful, and had it not been for Mr. Goodtimes' fortune, Apeture would have been bankrupt within its first two months.

Note from Mr. Goodtimes: "You know what I think will help achieve our aim of a big, beautiful tomorrow? AI. Artificial Intelligence. Cleo, can you get the Lab Boys working on that? Thank you. You see, I want to try and put myself into a computer! Wouldn't that just be great? Then I can get to see that great big, beautiful tomorrow. So, I'm getting the Lab Boys to work on that now! Say... That diamond looking moon rock looks suspiciously tasty..."

Additional Note 2: Mr. Goodtimes has begun eating the moon rocks. We hope this has no health concerns.

Additional Note 3: There were, in fact, health concerns. While we cannot get a direct statement from Mr. Goodtimes at this moment, he has stated that he wants Miss Cleo Zombie to "run this place" in the event of his premature death, and that the "Lab Boys" should "Stick her in <his> computer" if needs be.

Additional Note 4: It is with a heavy heart we report the death of Mr. Scar Goodtimes. As his tragic death occurred before the completion of the "GLaDOS Project", Miss Cleo Zombie will take Mr. Goodtimes' place as CEO of Aperture.

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#pixies rambles #hc portal au #scar goodtimes #goodtimeswithscar #portal 2 spoilers #(<- just in case!) #my writing #cleo is up next! #when i can't say #but they're next #hermitcraft #hermitcraft au #portal #portal au

[stylesloveclub]

Pleasing (stressed blurb)

In which y/n is really stressed with school, and Harry just wants to take care of her. 

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Y/n has a lot of work to do today.

She still hasn’t finished her reading for her sociology class, nor has she finished writing that lab report that’s due next week. There’s a physics midterm coming up soon that she hasn’t studied for yet at all, and she reminds herself to finish that practice test her prof posted during their lecture today.

If she’s lucky, she’ll have some time to work on her lab report tonight, and then she can do the sociology reading before she falls asleep… or maybe she should do the sociology reading first, just in case they have a quiz on it in lecture tomorrow. Oh gosh, and she can’t forget that she has a shift at the restaurant tomorrow night too…

“Baby?” She snaps out of her thoughts. Harry stands at the food of the bed, his condom wrapped cock bobbing up and down in the air. She suddenly remembers that she’s naked, in his bed, waiting for him to grab a condom so that they could fuck. “Y’with me?” he asks.

“Yeah, sorry.” She’s been fading in and out on him all night, so stressed and caught up in her school work that she could barely focus on the time they were spending with each other. He’d just spent 30 minutes eating her out to no avail, sucking and licking her clit with the kind of fervor that would usually have her writhing on the bed and cumming in less than 10 minutes. 

But tonight… she’s just distracted. So when his jaw was too sore to keep going and she still hadn’t cum, he got up to get a condom on so that maybe he could fuck an orgasm out of her.

He shakes his head, climbing into the bed next to her. “Don’t wanna do this if you’re not in the mood,” he whispers, kissing her cheek softly. 

“No, I do…” she whimpers, looking up at him with big eyes. “Was just thinking about school, m’sorry.” 

“You’ve been working so hard baby, you need to relax.” His nose nudges her cheek softly, his soft breathing tickling her skin. “Need to stop worrying or else you’ll burn yourself out.” 

“I know, you’re right,” she says, wrapping her arms around his neck. “I’m already so tired and I’m not even halfway through the semester.” 

“That’s why you need a break,” he murmurs. “Can’t do all this studying if you’re running on four hours of sleep…”

She pouts up at him as his large hands skim over her stomach. “But I haven’t finished–”

“Hey,” he shushes her. “You haven’t got any exams tomorrow, right? No huge assignment due?” She shakes her head no. “Then stop worrying. You’ve got all weekend to catch up on your homework, just relax with me right now.” 

Finally, he feels her relax into the bed, her tense shoulders falling and her eyes delicately fluttering shut. “Okay,” she whispers, “okay, yeah. I can finish it tomorrow.” 

“Good girl,” he hums, lips skimming her throat. His warm palms raise goosebumps on her skin as he brushes over her hips, rearranging himself so that he’s on top of her. “Gonna let daddy take care of you now?”

She nods as he presses soft, wet kisses down her shoulders. 

“Gonna relax and let me make you feel good?” he murmurs with his soft drawl, kissing down her tummy and over her hips. 

She shuffles around in his expensive sheets, letting herself sink into his luxury memory foam mattress. “Please.”

His finger teases at her slit, testing if she’s ready for him. Her entire body shivers at the contact, hips twitching when his cool finger slips into her warm, wet center. She clenches down around him, and lets herself forget about all her assignments and exams. All she needs to focus on now is Harry… let him take care of her the way she’s been craving. 

It’s not easy, being a college girl. She’s been running herself thin for the past few weeks, barely giving herself a break. Her days are spent cooped up in the library, studying and doing stupid physics problems, and her nights are spent at the restaurant, trying to make enough money to pay for her rent. Whenever she can spare time, she goes home with Harry so that they could have their romantic, quality time… but it’s midterm season, and she hasn’t been able to see him that much recently. 

She always feels guilty, going over to his penthouse after one of her shifts, when she could be at home finishing up her lab reports. Or, whenever she sleeps over and spends an extra thirty minutes cuddling in bed with him, she can’t help the voice in her head that nags her to get up and get to school extra early so that she can do some physics homework in the library before her lecture. Her classes are hard this semester, and she’s really been struggling to keep herself afloat, especially with all the time she has to spend working in order to pay her bills. 

So, she’s been isolating herself from him. Telling him that she can’t go over that night because she needs to study (he always insists that she let him drive her home, though), and refusing when he offers to come over and cook for her. She’s a big girl, she needs to be able to take care of herself! She refuses to let herself depend on a MAN. 

But… it’s a lot. At the end of the day, she’s just a girl. She’s tired and burnt out and sometimes… all she wants is to let go and be taken care of. She misses being a little girl with no worries, eating her mom’s homemade meals and reading all the books in the Magic Treehouse series. She misses the time when she didn’t have to worry about paying her water bills, or calculating the force of a stupid spring.

She’s spent so much time trying to handle all of her stress by herself, but now… now, she has Harry.

It feels really nice when he dotes on her, she has to admit. When he texts her throughout the day, asking for updates about her schoolwork, or reminding her to eat before she comes into work. It makes her feel cared for, like she’s not alone.

And she craves physical touch so badly. It’s like she needs it to survive. Depriving herself of Harry’s touch, of his kisses and cuddles and even the simple act of holding his hand – it’s been making her feel off. That (mixed with how daylight savings makes her get so depressed during the winter months)... it’s been sending her on a downward spiral. 

She’s hanging on by a thread… so maybe letting go, and letting Harry take care of her would do her some good. 

He sucks on her neck, warm tongue poking out to lick a mark on her throat. It feels nice, a fuzzy feeling bubbling in her chest as he pulls her skin between his teeth, then presses a gentle kiss to the bruised mark. Her heart flutters as he takes care of her, each of her worries floating away with each kiss he presses down her neck.

She loves the way his hands feel on her, so big and manly, yet touching her so gently… it makes her feel small and fragile, like a delicate glass doll that he fawns over and protects. His strong biceps bulge next to her head as he braces himself above her, the broad expanse of his shoulders hovering over her and shielding her from the troubles of the world. She traces her hand over his chest in a trance, feeling the hardness of his chest, the ridges of his prominent six pack.

He is… so hot, it’s actually unbearable. Her head spins a little bit at how strong and large the man above her is, and a gooey feeling bubbles in her tummy when she remembers that he’s all hers.

“My poor baby,” he murmurs softly into her ear, “you’re too pretty to be this stressed.” She tilts her head towards him, a silent plea for a kiss. His lips skim her cheek, puckering in slow, sultry pecks.  “Deserve to relax, be treated like a princess,” he continues to whisper, a slew of sweet words and praises filtering through the small space between them. 

His words get to her head, helping her detach from reality just a bit more. He’s right, she does deserve a break! She does deserve to let her hot and rich boyfriend take care of her! Fuck physics!

He kisses her cheek one more time and lines his cock up with her center, nudging himself in slowly. A happy sigh leaves her lips as he slides into her, stretching her so nicely and filling the empty pit that had been forming in her tummy. This is what she needed. Not an extra hour in the library, or some useless review session. She needed Harry… needed him to clear her mind, kiss her cheeks, and stuff her full of his cock. 

“How is it, puppy?” he coos, looking down at her fondly. “Feels nice?”

“So nice,” she sighs. Her arms wrap around his neck, fingers toying with the tendrils of hair at the nape of his neck. She looks up at him with her soft eyes, half-lidded and filled with a dreamy haze. He gazes down at her softly, green eyes glimmering prettily with an adoring glint as he sees how soft and gooey she’s turning now that she’s filled with him.

Her body has gone completely pliant, her once tense shoulders now loosened and her furrowed brow relaxed. Her limbs wrap around him like a koala bear clinging onto a bamboo tree, hugging him close as he rocks into her softly. And her cheeks have this warm glow to them, matching the glowing sunshine aura that he always sees around her. He can tell that there’s not one stressed out thought floating around in her brain anymore, and that she’s falling into her soft, dreamy state. 

A sweet moan leaves her lips. “Daddy,” she whimpers, pressing her fingers into the broad of his shoulders. She just wants to be close to him, feeling him all over. 

“I’ve got you baby, don’t worry.” His thrusts are steady and deep, pumping into her softly at a gentle pace that won’t overwhelm her, but still reaches deep enough to stimulate her. “Needed this, didn’t you? Needed daddy’s cock to help you feel better?” His palm cups her jaw, thumb rubbing over the apple of her cheek. She nods like a puppy, a small pout on her lips. 

Sweet sighs fill the space between them, quiet whimpers falling from her lips that she tries to contain. Her teeth nibble on her bottom lip, chewing on it so it’s red and swollen and slick with her spit. Harry can’t help himself from leaning down and sucking it into his mouth, kissing her sweetly. She keens upwards, loving it when he kisses her. His soft stubble scratches against her lips so nicely, his tongue sliding over her bottom lip and into her mouth. Warm lips slick over each other continuously, a gentle pattern of tangling and untangling as he fucks her slowly. His teeth capture her bottom lip in a delicate teasing bite, one to just make her tilt her head upwards and closer to him. 

His lips make her lightheaded, kissing her until she’s breathless and whimpering into his mouth. Even though she’s running out of breath, though, she whines when he pulls away, pouting up at him with her puppy eyes. “Kiss,” she whimpers, her voice high pitched and watery. 

“Need to catch your breath, puppy,” he warns, but she whines again.

“Please daddy,” her voice cracks around the plea, “kiss me.” 

He gives in, of course. His sweet girl, more precious to him than anything in the world, begging for a kiss – it breaks his heart to see her eyes so sad. So he kisses her lips again, gently, pulling away every few seconds so that she doesn’t go breathless again. And once she’s calmed down, no longer fussy about not having his lips against hers, he moves to kissing all over her face. Down her jawline and over her cheeks, soft kisses that tickle her skin and make her smile sweetly. 

It had been hard, seeing her wearing herself so thin. He could see it – saw the bags under her eyes from all the late nights she had, and how her normal glowing aura had gone dull from not taking care of herself. He did his best to look out for her, always offering to cook something for her, texting her and checking in on her, and giving her all the support he could… but it was hard when she tried so hard to be independent. He admired her for it, of course! She was a strong, independent young woman. So smart and mature, always working so hard. 

But… he cares for her so much. It means the world to him when she lets him care for her, baby her a little bit. He wants to wake her up to breakfast in bed, take her shopping and buy all the expensive things that she’s always fawning over on pinterest. Wants to cuddle her to sleep, play with her hair the way that he knows she loves, trace over her back in soft circles until she’s dozing off on his chest. 

Those moments when she just relaxes and lets him take care of her… that’s when he feels he can fully prove to her how much she means to him. 

Pumping himself into her, he feels himself getting closer and closer to his end. He wants her to finish first though (he’d rather die than not make her cum), so he brings a hand down and starts rubbing her clit gently. 

The more time that they’ve been together, the better he’s learned her body. So it doesn’t surprise him when she flutters around his cock as soon as his fingers meet her pretty clit. The shock of his cool fingers sends electricity up her spine, and she arches her back. Her soft tummy brushes against his hard abdomen, and she involuntarily clenches around him.

“That’s it baby,” he praises, “y’getting close?”

She nods eagerly, breathing picking up and her heart beating fast in her chest. She tries to keep her eyes open so that she can look at Harry, stare into his pretty eyes as he fucks her so nicely, but the feeling of her incoming orgasm is so overwhelming. Her lashes flutter shut and her eyes roll into the back of her head. “Daddy,” she babbles, “feels so good daddy.” 

“Yeah?” he murmurs, grunting into her ear softly as he keeps his composure together. “Gonna cum?” “Yes, please,” she whines, “wanna cum.”

“Go on then, cum for me baby.” His fingers work her clit faster, in tight little circles that he knows will make her cum, and he buries his face in her neck, lips skimming a special spot right below her ear where she’s super sensitive. When her orgasm hits and her pussy starts gripping his cock even harder, he bites down, choking down his own moans and focusing on thrusting deep inside of her, his cockhead pressing against her g-spot every time he presses his hips down. 

“O-Oh,” she cries, hips jutting as she lets go. Her cheeks go warm and a ringing starts in her ears, that familiar feeling exploding in her core and spreading into her bloodstream. Her fingers go numb and her chest tingles, and she thanks god that she has Harry to make her cum. The orgasms she used to have with her fingers are so bleak and sad compared to how Harry makes her feel. 

With an arched back she cries out sweet moans of “daddy,” Harry still thrusting into her so that she gets the most of her orgasm. Only when she finally goes limp, arms falling to her sides as if they’re made of jello, does he start to slow down. Her hands shake at her sides with the remnants of her orgasm, legs twitching every once in a while from how hard she came. He stops fully inside of her, despite how hard he and desperate he is for release, and he brushes his hands over her face, pushing her hair out of her eyes and gently petting her cheekbones. 

“Pretty girl,” he murmurs, “so pretty when you cum for daddy.” She looks up at him with soft eyes, dazed in a post-orgasmic haze. Her brain feels gooey and all she can think about is how much she loves Harry. “Prettiest girl in the world, did y’know that?” 

His words float around on heart shaped clouds in her head, filled with nothing but rainbows and fluffy thoughts. She leans into his touch, and when his thumb traces over her bottom lip, she eagerly opens it and sucks his thumb into her mouth. It nearly catches him by surprise, how willingly she takes his finger into his mouth and starts sucking on it for comfort - but with how dreamy her eyes are, he supposes he should’ve expected her to be feeling especially soft and vulnerable. 

Her pussy is so warm and wet, encasing him perfectly, and he shivers at how achingly hard he is, sitting still inside of her. He thinks he should just pull out, go wank himself off in the bathroom and come back to comfort her… but then y/n looks up at him with the cutest look in her eyes. “Did you cum?” 

He smiles, “Not yet baby, but s’okay. Want to take care of you first.” He starts sliding himself out, hissing at how her pussy practically sucks him in, almost in protest of him leaving.

“Nooo, please,” she whines, “Want you to cum daddy.” 

“Y’so sensitive baby, don’t you wanna clean up instead?”

She shakes her head, furrow in her brow. “Inside please.” 

His eyes roll into the back of his head, and he takes a sharp breath, “y’want me to cum inside you, puppy?” She nods her head. 

With a deep breath, he starts thrusting himself back into her plushy heat, surrounded by her slickness. This time he doesn’t use as much self control, letting himself revel in how amazing she feels wrapped around his cock. He swears she was made for him – her perfect body, soft and beautiful. Pretty tits that he loves to suck on, her cute tummy and soft hands. Her lips, heart shaped and candy flavored, and her eyes, filled with stars that he wants to gaze at forever. It doesn’t take long at all, before he’s pressing his hips firmly against hers in one final thrust and cums. 

“Good girl,” he grunts, kissing her cheek repeatedly as he spurts into the condom. His arms shake as he holds himself up, and his breathing falters in his chest. When he feels her soft fingers gently skim his back, he looks up at her. She smiles down at him with that pretty smile of hers, and he feels his heart explode. 

“Thank you baby,” he whispers into the delicate bubble of intimacy surrounding them, “you were so good for me, so proud.” 

He pulls himself out, and though she pouts sadly, she lies there and waits patiently for him to run and discard the condom. She expects him to run right back, maybe with a towel in hand to clean her up, but then she hears him start filling up the tub. She pushes herself up on her elbows, and contemplates getting out of bed to see what he’s up to, but he comes running out before she can move a muscle.

His hair sticks messily in all sorts of directions, so he pushes it out of his face and ties it back with a tiny little clip that she recognizes as one of her own. Standing at the edge of the bed, she thinks he looks adorable, with his flushed face and floppy curls. “Want a bath?” he asks. She nods with a glowing heart – it’s like he read her mind! She loves baths after sex! 

He picks her up bridal style and carries her into the bathroom, kissing her cheek and making her giggle in his arms on the way there. When he sits her gently into the tub, she can tell that he’s saturated the water with her favorite bath oil, a relaxing persian rose scent that she had once offhandedly mentioned to him (she doesn’t have a bathtub in her shitty college apartment, so Harry went out of his way to get all her favorite bath products to have in his penthouse so that she could take a nice bath whenever she wanted). 

He grabs another hair clip from her little stash that she keeps in his top right drawer, and twists her hair up for her so that it doesn’t get wet and bother her while they’re soaking together. And, before he finally hops in behind her, he runs to the living room to grab her hydroflask from her backpack, so that she can rehydrate and won’t get lightheaded in the steamy bathroom. 

Stepping into the bath with his long and lanky limbs is always awkward, and he would never take one for his own enjoyment. But ever since y/n came into his life, he’s gained a newfound appreciation for bath time. It’s a soft and serene place, quiet and peaceful with no need for conversation. They have some of their most intimate and vulnerable moments here in this very tub. Sitting bare with each other, without any wild passion or desperate need to ravage the other. Just… peaceful love.

Whenever he’s in his bathroom now, he’s reminded of her. The rose scented bath products that crowd the edges of his tub, the hair clips that clutter his once barren drawer, the pink handled toothbrush that sits next to his… they’re all reminders of her. 

Y/n leans back on his chest, sinking herself into the water and closing her eyes, while Harry’s hands lay on her stomach in an almost protective manner. Her breathing is steady, chest rising and falling in a gentle rhythm. Harry takes this time to admire his pretty girlfriend, her heart shaped lips and cherub cheeks. Her after sex glow makes her look like even more of an angel, he thinks, especially with how soft and relaxed she is in this moment. He rubs his thumb in small little circles on her stomach, and she twitches gently at his touch, eyelids fluttering and her abdomen jumping. 

“Stop,” she whines softly. “It tickles.”

A soft grin dimples his cheek, and he stills his thumb. “Sorry, baby,” he apologizes gently. Another sweet kiss to her cheek makes her smile.

She opens her eyes and looks around the bathroom momentarily. Harry, so attentive to all her needs, knows exactly what she’s searching for. He grabs her water bottle and flips the straw up, holding it up to her lips. She takes a few sips, the water cooling her down and clearing her head from how lightheaded the steamy bathroom was making her. “Thanks,” she murmurs, laying back down on his chest.

He kisses the back of her head, probably the hundredth kiss he’s given her that night.

When she’s done soaking, Harry’s quick to hop out and wrap a towel around his waist, before grabbing the larger, fluffier towel and holding it out for her. She stands up and lets the water drip off for a sec, before stepping out and letting Harry wrap it around her shoulders. While she dries herself off, he picks out one of his old t-shirts and a pair of his sweatpants for her to wear. They swallow her whole, the t-shirt big on her shoulders and the sweatpants pooling around her ankles. 

With a pair of sweatpants on himself, he coaxes her into bed with him, letting her snuggle into his side with her cheek nestled on his bare chest. His hands rest on her back and hold her close, and she falls asleep within minutes. He stays awake a little bit longer, though, planning what he’s gonna cook for her for breakfast tomorrow. 

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HI BESTIESSS HOPE U ENJOYED THIS BLURB :) NEXT PLEASING BLURB IS ALREADY UP ON PATREON!!! 

HERES A SNEAKY 

DONT FORGET TO RB AND LEMME KNOW WHAT U THINK :-) 

#harry smut #harry styles smut #harry fic #harry styles fic #harry styles fanfic #harry styles one shot #harry styles one shots #daddy harry #harry styles daddy king #daddy!harry #daddy!harrystyles #dom harry #dom harry styles

[munson-blurbs]

Hurt People

This is just me giving an accurate depiction of what would most likely happen if Eddie Munson was real and went to high school with me. I’m sad tonight.

Warnings: hurt/no comfort, angst, insults, bullying

WC: 718

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You don’t know how you didn’t see it coming. Maybe it’s because he’s Eddie, the boy—young man, really—thrust into the fringes of society because of his affinity for metal music and fantasy games. Maybe it’s because you’d assumed outcasts, loners, losers, looked out for one another. Or maybe you were just delusional, rose-colored glasses shielding you from what you couldn’t, wouldn’t see.

You and Eddie don’t have any classes together, with you electing to take honors classes and him struggling with introductory courses. You’d never judged him for it, never thought less of him because of it; some people’s talents lay outside of academia. Rumor has it that he’s a decent guitar player, though your parents’ strict rules forbid you from checking out a gig. Truly, you don’t know much about him except that he’s on his third round of senior year and, in your opinion, is the cutest guy at Hawkins High.

The opportunity to befriend him presents itself in the unassuming form of Honor Society volunteer hours. Mrs. O’Donnell needs someone to tutor Eddie in chemistry so she can get him the hell out of her class, and you eagerly offer to be his teacher. Quiet afternoons together in the library might lead to secrets whispered, kisses shared…

The first tutoring session is…fine. Eddie’s completely disinterested in the material, which is to be expected. You keep drawing his attention back to the lab report he’s supposed to be writing, trying to maintain your composure as your patience wears thin.

When he’s barely accomplished anything at the end of the hour, you tell him to meet you back in the study room tomorrow after school.

“You need to hand this in on time,” you say softly but firmly. “Don’t wanna lose points for late work.”

He grumbles as he grabs his tin lunchbox and carelessly shoves the lab report into his backpack, not even saying goodbye.

The next day, you muster up the courage to approach his lunch table. You’ve got your old chemistry study guides clenched in your fists; the idea is to offer them to him so he doesn’t have to reference his own scribbled notes for his upcoming quiz. Just a casual, “hey, I figured you could use these.” Yeah, that could work.

You’re ten feet away when you hear his boisterous laugh. “Oh, and get this,” he’s saying to his friends, “she wants me to study again with her today! Like yesterday wasn’t bad enough.”

“Dude,” one of his buddies chuckles, sympathetically shaking his head and clapping his hand on Eddie’s shoulder, “it’s just your luck that the one girl crushing on you happens to be the ugliest girl in the school.”

Your blood runs cold, nerves buzzing in anticipation of Eddie’s response. Surely he’ll tell the guy that he’s gone too far, that poking fun at your appearance is uncalled for.

But Eddie just gives him the finger and replies, “tell me about it. And now I gotta sit there while she makes heart-eyes at me, unless I wanna face O’Donnell’s wrath. Again.”

Tell me about it. Tell me about it. Tell me about it.

There’s no defending you, no sense of irritation with his friend’s statement. It’s pure, unfiltered agreement.

You’re the ugliest girl in school, and even Eddie Munson thinks so.

Tears blur your vision as you make a beeline out of the cafeteria, dumping your papers in the nearest trash can. You’re sorry you wasted your precious time digging them up. Humiliation seeps into your skin. It doesn’t matter if no one else heard him, because you did. And the information isn’t novel to you—you’re not Chrissy Cunningham or Nancy Wheeler, not by a longshot. No, you’re embarrassed because you’d deluded yourself into thinking that Eddie could see you in a way that others didn’t, in a way that you simply couldn’t.

A large part of you hoped that Eddie would see your status as a fellow freak and applaud you for it, welcome you into his group, take you under his wing. That seems like a pipe dream now.

It’s like that old cliche: hurt people hurt people. Maybe if you were bravier—bitchier, even—you’d hurt him back. But for now, you’re too tired from dragging around the burden of your existence.

Hurt will have to wait another day.

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#eddie munson #stranger things #fanfic #stranger things fanfic #eddie stranger things #eddie munson angst #angst #hurt/no comfort #eddie munson x reader

[piedpiperart]

Phantom of Gotham 17

Chapter 16

“Shoot, we didn’t ask Phantom about Danny,”Dick groaned. 

“I asked him a bit, but it uh. It seemed private,”Tim chimed in from where he was sitting at the batcomputer with his pajamas on. They’d changed when they had gotten back, but stuck around to debrief. 

“Yeah, what the fuck were you thinking going into some glowing green portal by yourself?” Jason let out, exasperated. Tim just shrugged, not pausing in his typing. 

“You could have come with you know,”Tim argued. “He said it was safe, and we just flew to this frozen island to get Frostbite, then flew back.”

“Frozen island? Wait a minute, what was it like in there?” Dick asked, bouncing on his feet with Damian scowling at his side in batman pajamas. 

“Well, it’s kind of like… okay, imagine the sky is green, just like the portal. Now imagine you’re floating in the green sky and theres no ground. So theres only sky around you and as you keep moving theres things floating in the sky as you go along, like random doors and floating islands,” Tim explained. “Its really interesting actually, apparently most of the floating islands or doors lead to a ghosts haunt, or territory. Frostbites was huge and he and his people lived in these snowy mountain caves, but their technology was super advanced. I didn’t get a lot of time to ask about it but apparently Frostbite is like the Zone’s doctor.”

“Huh,” Dick murmured, trying to wrap his brain around all of that information. The other bats didn’t seem much better. 

Tim sighed. “Just read my report.”

“Creepy ghost zone aside,”Jason shuddered,”What did you mean when you said you talked to Phantom about Danny? And why were you two running around looking for boxes?”

“I asked why Danny had uh.. Autopsy scars, and Phantom said that the Fentons found out about Danny and locked him in their lab. Phantom couldn’t get to him immediately, so they had time to uh, do a few experiments,”Tim gritted out.”But Phantom got him out eventually and they made their way here.” 

None of them were happy about that, but it was mostly what they had speculated. Still, confirming what they thought wasn’t a good feeling. Tim could see Jason’s fists clenching and decided on a distraction. 

“As for the boxes,”Tim grinned.”On our way back we ran into a ghost who had an obsession with boxes, so I promised to give some to Frostbite for him when we were done.” 

Jason didn’t know what to do with that information, so he just elected to ignore it. Dick on the other hand, had many questions. “Why boxes?” 

“I was told he is the ruler of all things cardboard and square,”Tim repeated, laughing internally at their faces. “Phantom calls him Boxy.”

“Huh,”Dick said again, and Tim was starting to get concerned. He shrugged, they could just read his report about it. 

“Wait, was Boxy the one that had a kid?” Jason said suddenly, and they all grimaced. 

-----------------------------------------------

Flying back to the Wayne Manor, Danny could see hardly any snow outside. He knew they’d probably continue school tomorrow, or the next day. Part of him trusted the bats, but he wasn’t sure if he was ready to reveal his identity yet. He knew he couldn’t stay there any longer for fear of the Wayne-Bats wanting to find him a place to stay or getting involved more than they were, but Danny didn’t want their civilian sides getting too involved. 

He knew that after three portals were opened in one space had a high possibility of alerting GIW or Vlad of his location. If he wanted to avoid them, he couldn’t stay with the Waynes. Danny wasn’t sure if they still had a way of tracking him, but they could definitely track huge power sources like the portals he’d made.

Danny floated down to his room and eyed his bag in the corner. He’d kept it fully packed in case he needed to leave, but he felt bad leaving without a goodbye. Maybe he could write a note? It was for the best, really. He didn’t want his parents or Agent K breaking into the manor or hurting the Waynes. Sure, they could fight the agents no problem, but they might give their identities away. Or worse, Vlad could break into the manor. It would be easy for Vlad to find him if he ended up on any of the Wayne’s social media. Danny was pretty sure the fruitloop jealously stalked Bruce on every social media platform that ever existed. 

Maybe that’s how Vlad got the idea to adopt a blue eyed black haired teenager? Danny mused, then shook his head. Then he stopped. Actually, that made some sense. Danny frowned. Okay, so maybe Vlad’s plans weren’t even original. Whatever. Either way, he had to leave.

Yeah, he could write them a note, he thought, ignoring the sad feeling permeating his core. 

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Despite the fact that they had school that morning, Tim hadn’t seen Danny yet. Usually, the boy would be in the kitchen cooking breakfast with Alfred, but not today Part of him wondered if Danny was sleeping still when he caught sight of Alfred’s face and the note laid on the table. 

“What’s up Alfred? Where’s Danny?”Tim asked, taking a seat. Uncharacteristically, Alfred frowned and passed him the note gently. 

“Master Danny has decided to return to his old place due to the snow letting up,”Alfred informed him, and Tim’s heart dropped. He grasped the note tighter and jerked his gaze to the letters. 

Waynes-

Thank you for letting me stay with you all during the blizzard, but now that the snow has let up it’s time for me to leave. Sorry for not staying long enough for a goodbye, but I figured you’d try to convince me to stay, so, yeah. Don’t worry about me though, I’ll be fine. You have my number and I’ll be seeing Tim and Steph at school. Just please don’t call CPS or anything, I promise I’m much better off on my own. Anyways, thanks for letting me stay. It was nice to meet you all. 

-Danny 𔓎 

p.s. Please don’t call Red Hood to kidnap me again. 

Tim let out a breath, reading the note again before putting it on the table. His mind was already racing with plans. Maybe Danny went back to the Pizzaria, so Red Robin could just swing by later. When did Danny even leave? He was sure they would have caught him on the security feed or Alfred would have at least caught him sneaking out. 

“I believe Master Danny had left sometime last night,”Alfred said, cutting through his thoughts. “He left the note on his bed, and Master Bruce is unsure how he managed to avoid the cameras on his way.”

“You think Phantom took him?” Tim asked, but frowned. That didn’t make any sense. Maybe Danny just asked Phantom to get him? Was that why Phantom disappeared so quickly after the meeting?

“It seems that way,”Alfred said, pushing a plate of food at him. “Master Jason has since returned home, but has been alerted of the situation. Masters Bruce and Dick are in the cave, and Damian has already left for school in accordance to a field trip.”

“Hm,”Tim frowned. He assumed Jason would be swinging by the Pizzeria to check out Danny’s space. At least he knew he’d be seeing Danny at school, and, the letter was right, he did have Danny’s number. No doubt Damian was mad at Danny for leaving too, but maybe Jason would be able to find him again later and bring him back. Tim resigned himself to try to kidnap Danny to the manor after school. 

In the meantime, he pulled out his phone with a frown. 

Timkerbell

You better not be sleeping in the Pizzeria again

Snowdan

Me? Pshh, nah, I’d never. What are you talking about. 

Timkerbell

I can’t believe you. You didn’t even say goodbye!

Snowdan

I will literally see you at school in an hour

Timkerbell

I can’t believe you’d rather be homeless than stay in a frikin manor. You know we’re rich right? One extra person isn’t a big deal. 

Snowdan

You guys said I could leave when the snow stopped.

Timkerbell

Yeah because we thought you’d want to stay! You know that right? Literally everyone misses you. Even Damian. 

Snowdan

Okay but I did say I was still gonna leave. Many times. 

Timkerbell

:(

Snowdan

Seriously. I don’t want to be a bother. Or have my family show up at your doorstep unannounced.

Timkerbell

Uh. Why would they do that

Snowdan

No reason. 

On an unrelated note, if anyone in Blue/Orange jumpsuits or White suits show up at your door don’t let them in. 

Timkerbell

Ah. That explains absolutely nothing thanks

Snowdan

Ur welcome. See u in class ༼ つ ╹ ╹ ༽つ

Tim frowned. So maybe people were still hunting Danny? The jumpsuits were obviously his parents, and the white suits is the Guys in White. Did Danny know that Tim would get the reference? Was it a warning of some sort? Tim rubbed his head, thinking of the impending headache this was gonna cause. Either way, if Danny was subtly warning them he’s still being hunted, then he should know they can handle themselves. And that they can protect him a whole lot better if he actually stayed in the manor. 

Sighing, Tim got ready for school and made his way to the car. At least Alfred sent him with some cookies to give Danny. Or bribe him. Tim wasn’t opposed to blackmail. 

Chapter 18

#Phantom of Gotham #Danny Phantom #dcxdp #dpxdc

[6rookie-writer0110]

Don't lose control

Chloe Decker x Male Reader

Warning: Some light gore.

Request: Would you like to write a Male Reader who is a forensic blood spatter analyst that works for the the L.A.P.D. While there, he started a relationship with homicide detective Chloe Jane Decker and had a son together named (Y/S/N) (Y/L/N). In his spare time, he is a vigilante serial killer who targets other murderers who have evaded the justice system. Male Reader follows a code of ethics taught to him in childhood by his adoptive father, which he refers to as "The Code"

You are in the lab trying to copy the same blood spatter as in the pictures. You finally figured it out and you started to smile, then Chloe and Lucifer walked in.

“Seems, you are having fun,” Chloe said.

You take off the goggles and there is fake blood all over your suit.

“I figured it out,” You said.

“You know who did it?” Lucifer asked.

“Yes, someone who is under 5’8. It's a short person who killed your victim. Ella helped me out because she was the same height as the killer. When I did it, the blood spatter wasn't the same and the range was very different” You said.

“Now, we have to arrest the landlord,” Chloe said.

“I knew it, he did it. There was something about him” Lucifer said.

“But we needed evidence to arrest him, Lucifer. Thanks Y/n” Chloe said.

“Anytime,” You said.

They leave the lab and you start to clean the mess. Once you are alone in the lab, you use the computer. You typed in a car license now you see the address and more. You start to think, about how to capture the rapist who was let out of jail for good behavior.

Chloe comes back to the lab and you hide the screen with a random report.

“Hey, Y/n don't forget to bring dinner tonight,” Chloe said.

She gave you a peck on the lips and you smiled. You and Chloe have been dating for a long time then she got pregnant with your son.

“Don’t worry, I won't forget. Go home early and I will try to finish this report” You said.

“Okay, I will see you later,” Chloe said.

She kissed you then she left. You watch her leave then you look at the computer again. She doesn't know that you hunt down criminals and kill them. You know that she will never accept you if she finds out. You always come up with a lie saying why you come home late. Since you work in the police department, it's easy for you to get information on your next prey. You try to find more information about the criminal and it didn't take for you to find out everything.

Chloe is at home and she picks up her son and kisses him on the head. He is one year old and he starts to smile at her.

“Don’t worry your father will join us for dinner” Chloe smiled.

You open the door and she is happy to see you.

“Traffic got worse. But I did bring food” You smiled.

You give her the food then you grab your son. She starts to set the table and you are making your son laugh and he doesn't stop smiling.

“I have to leave later,” You said.

“Why?” Chloe asked.

“I have to meet up with my brother, he is having trouble with stuff. And he needs someone to talk to” You lied.

She never met your family besides your adoptive father.

“Y/n, when am I going to meet him?” Chloe asked.

“I will try to set that up. I told him about you but I will ask him again” You said.

“Okay, but try not to come home too late. Remember we are going to the zoo tomorrow” Chloe said.

You gave her a peck on the lips.

“I won't come home late, promise,” You said.

After dinner, you spend time with Chloe and your son. She went to bed early and you left the house.

——

In the trunk of your car, you take out black clothes and changed in car and you change the license plate. You drive to the location where your prey will be.

You drive to a bar and you walk inside. You look for her and she is sitting at the bar and you sit in the back. You watch her and she is just drinking beer and talking to random people. You have been following her for almost two weeks, she has two different cars and that threw you off while spying on her. You start to remember what your foster dad said…

“Only kill people after finding conclusive evidence that they are guilty of murder,” He said.

After a while at the bar, she left the bar and you go after her. She is by herself, now you wet the cloth with coliform and run up to her. You put it on her face and she tries to fight back but can't.

“Shhhh,” You said.

You put her in the car and drive to your secret location. Chloe doesn't know about Secret Loft because you used your father’s name to buy it. That's where you do your killing. You drag her body into the loft then you tie her up on the table and you wait for her to wake up.

“Where am I?!” She cried.

“Somewhere,” You said.

“Who are you?” She asked.

“Oh, don't worry about that. You won't remember it in the afterlife. You are here to pay for the crime you did to those boys” You said.

“I did my time!” She yelled.

“No, you didn't! They should have given you years behind bars! But instead, they gave you three months!! People who sell weed are doing years behind bars! Now that isn't fair” You said.

“Someone help me!!!” She screamed.

You smacked and you looked at her with a sinister look.

“You can scream all you want. But no one will come and help, this neighborhood is abandoned, and cops only come around here to sleep with hookers. Enjoy the ride” You said.

She starts to cry and begs you not to kill her. But don't stop, you grabbed a knife and started to cut her body. The cuts are not deep but she is starting to bleed out, you want her to suffer. She keeps begging you to stop but you don't listen to her. You keep leaving cuts on her body. Then you grabbed a bigger knife and you have a sinister smile.

“Please I'm begging you” She cried.

You stabbed her in the stomach and she cries in pain. She starts to bleed out fast and you watch the blood come out faster. You take out the knife now you grab an electric saw, you start to cut her body. She is screaming bloody murder but you don't stop. You cut her arms off then you cut off her right leg.

“Have fun in hell” You said.

You cut off her head and you cut her body into pieces. You are breathing hard now you start to clean up and put her body parts into black trash bags.

You lost track of time while throwing her body away and cleaning. You changed clothes and burned what you had on. You went home at 4 a.m. and Chloe is still sleeping. Before going to sleep, you take a hot shower.

✬ ✬ ✬ ✬

You kept your promise and you went to the zoo with your family. You take a picture with Chloe and your son. You try to teach him a new word.

“Can you say gorilla?” You asked him.

He just smiles “Monkey”

“Close enough, but it's gorilla,” You said.

“You thought he was going to say it on the first try?” Chloe asked.

“Could have happened. Plus he won't let go of the monkey plush” You said.

While walking around the gift shop, he grabbed a plush monkey. He didn't want to let go of it and he hugged it very tight. You bought it and you bought a gift for Chloe.

You and Chloe are having a good time. You keep trying to teach your son how to say each name of the animal.

———

You and Chloe are on the couch, watching a movie. But during the movie, you and Chole just started to kiss each other and didn't bother to finish the movie. You are lying on your back and she is on top of you, and your hands are under her shirt.

“Are you okay?” Chloe asked.

“Yeah, I'm fine. Why?” You asked.

“You have been going out every single night, and I don't like that,” Chloe said.

“I promise that will stop,” You said.

“Do you mean it, Y/n?” Chloe asked.

You kiss her on the lips

“Yes, I mean it,” You said.

“Good” Chloe smiled.

✬ ✬ ✬ ✬

Chloe and Lucifer arrived at the crime scene. Ella starts to explain what she thinks happened at the time of the kill. But Lucifer tries not to laugh because Ella is on her knees, and you are standing up. Her face is close to your crotch.

“So the killer was on their knees and stabbed him in the stomach and his friend,” Ella said.

“That explains the blood sappter. When the killer moved their hand back and forth, the blood managed to get on the couch. But once at my lab, I will try out the theory” You said.

“Maybe try not to have your face close to his crotch,” Chloe said.

“What?” Ella said.

“Never mind,” Chloe said.

“Don’t be jealous, detective he won't cheat” Lucifer said.

Chloe walks away and you take more pictures of the crime scene. You and Ella started to talk about theories while Lucifer and Chloe talked to the neighbors.

——-

At work, there was a meeting about criminals being killed. You didn't care about them but Olivia Monroe, your boss said something. She wants Chloe and Lucifer to work on the case and you start to panic. Now you have to stop for a while and you were planning on your next prey. So far, there are no witnesses or clues about who the killer is. The media already made up a name and you know Chloe won't rest until she cracks the case. You don't want to lose her so for now, you will stop killing. It will be hard because of your blood lust but you don't want to lose your family.

#Chloe Decker imagine #Chloe Decker x reader #Chloe Decker x male reader #x male reader #male!reader #male reader #Chloe Decker x y/n #lucifer imagine

[hoedamn-eron]

baby, please - part 12

It's time for your anomaly scan, and you get your first glimpse of the infamous Frankie.

Warnings: Fluffy. Talks of gender disappointment but it's fine. Some swearing. Some mentions of anxiety from abandonment (like teeny tiny towards the end). Word count: 2,082 F!Reader, no use of Y/N.

These are your texts. These are Santi’s texts.

Part 11 ● Series Masterlist ● Part 13

“Well, do you want to know?”

“I don’t know, do you?”

“I don’t know!”

“Have you thought about it before?”

“Of course I have, but now that the option to know is in front of me, I’m not sure what I want to do.”

Jennifer looks at you both with amusement as she takes a few more screen shots of your most recent ultrasound scan. “Tell you what, why don’t I just write it on this piece of paper, and I’ll put it in an envelope? Then, you can just open it when you decide.” She writes on the piece of paper before picking it up. She stands and walks over to her desk before placing the paper in an envelope then sealing it. She writes on the front, before grinning as she turns and hands it to Santi. “There.”

You look at the envelope and the writing on the front.

Garcia Twins – Gender

“Oh,” you breathe. “It’s just…in there?”

Jennifer nods as she hands you some tissues to wipe away the gel. “Yup. It’s in there.” She types away at your report, updating it for your files. “You’re all set. Like I said, they’re growing well, still very strong heartbeats, still sure they’re identical. I’ll send your blood test over to the labs, and I’ll see you in a couple of weeks. You know the drill, you can book in your next appointment at the front desk.” She smiles at you. “I’ll go and get those scans printed for you.”

You nod as you wipe away the gel on your stomach before you sit up on the examination table. You look at Santi, who was staring at the envelope in his hands. “Our babies’ gender is in there.”

“It is,” Santi muttered, still looking at the envelope.

You grin at him. “You’re tempted to open it, aren’t you?”

“So much,” said Santi, giving a small chuckle as he looks away from the envelope to you. “But I won’t if you don’t want to know.”

“But if you wanna know, I don’t mind.”

“But that’s not fair on you, if I know and you don’t.”

“Okay, so then we don’t open it if we can’t come to a mutual decision.”

Santi took a moment and then nodded. “Okay. Yeah. Good idea.” He looks at the envelope. “Do you want it?” he hands it out to you.

“No I do not, I have no will power, I’ll open it before we even leave the parking lot. You take it.”

He chuckles before putting the envelope in the back pocket of his jeans. “I’ll take it back with me then.”

“Thank you,” you say quietly, before smiling at Jennifer as she walks back in with your newest ultrasound photos.

She hands them to you. “Did you open it when I wasn’t here?”

You shake your head. “Nope.”

Jennifer laughs. “You’re a better person than me, I would have caved immediately. Anyway, I’ll see you for your next appointment, take care of yourself.”

After saying your goodbyes and making your next appointment at reception, you and Santi walk to his truck (you still hadn’t queried if he was going to get a car). You’d come together this time, instead of separately (your hear did not skip a beat when he suggested he pick you up from work).

“Wanna go somewhere for dinner?” you ask him.

“I’m sorry, cariño, I can’t,” Santi replied, sighing. “I’m babysitting Sofía for the night. Frankie’s got a work thing and Sarah’s visiting family.”

You nod. “Sure, no worries.”

“Tomorrow, though?”

“Can’t, have a work thing too,” you say, pouting a little as you shrug. “Meeting a new client.”

“Ah,” said Santi. “We’ll figure something out.” He waves his hand.

“Yeah,” you say, trying not to sound disappointed.

“Come on then, I’ll take you home.”

You nod as Santi unlocks his truck. He had to help you climb in now, and it always makes you blush. You settle in the passenger seat as he goes around the front and gets in the driver’s side. He starts the truck and sets off toward your apartment.

It’s quiet, which is normal, until Santiago asks, “Have you told work, yet? I haven’t had Emily knocking on my door.”

You grin. “No, not yet. I chickened out when I was sixteen weeks but now I can’t really hide it. Gonna have to do it soon.”

“Just give me warning if Emily starts spouting questions, huh?” Santi said, laughing.

“No problem,” you reply, laughing yourself.

You both go quiet again for the rest of the journey. You doze against the window, rocking slightly with every turn and bump in the road. Your mind starts to wander about that little envelope in Santi’s back pocket. You fingers start itching to grab it yourself and open it and find out if you’re having boys or girls. Would you be disappointed with the results? Would Santiago? What is he was expecting one thing and he gets another? Would he lose interest? Would he not treat them well?

You push that thought away as quickly as it came. You know Santi is a good guy, he would treat your kids like they hung the stars.

Eventually, Santi pulls up outside your apartment building. “We’re here, cariño.”

You open your eyes slowly before stretching and taking off your seatbelt. “Thanks, Santi.”

“Anytime,” he replied.

You open the door before you hesitate and bite your lip. You turn to him. “What do you think we’re having?”

Santiago looks at you for a moment with slight amusement before he softly smiles. “I think it’s boys.”

You nod. “Right. Gabs thinks we’re having girls.”

“Benny, the dumbass, said we were having one of each until Will reminded him they were identical,” Santi said, giving an amused snort.

You laugh before you glance at his jeans. “That, uh…sounds like Benny, from what I’ve heard.”

“It is,” Santi replies, chucking a little. He studies you again for a moment. “We’ll have to see about you meeting the guys. You’re having my kids after all.”

You nod, biting your lip. “Yeah. We should.” You both go quiet and just stare at each other. You feel your cheeks warm under his gaze and you look away. “I, uh…I think I’ll wait. Until I have them, I mean. To know the gender. I think it’ll be a nice surprise for me.”

Santiago gives you that signature grin of his before he nods. “Okay.”

“Okay,” you say, nodding before you climb out the truck. You turn to him one last time. “Are you going to open it?”

He grins and shakes his head. “No. I won’t. Not if you don’t want to know.”

You smile. “See you later, Santi. Have fun tonight with Sofía.”

He sighs almost tiredly. “I’m really looking forward to watching Ms Rachel for the next eighteen hours.”

I want to open it.

You snort as you read it. It had been just over twenty-four hours since you and Santi parted ways after your appointment and he was already caving. You could imagine him staring at the envelope so much that he was burning a hole through it.

You will ignore the fact that you had been thinking about the envelope all day as well.

Maybe looking after Sofía got him thinking about the gender. Maybe he thinks you’re having girls now. You giggle as you type your reply to him.

So open it.

But you’re not here.

Doesn’t matter, I don’t want to know anyway, you can open it.

Won’t you be upset if I know and you don’t?

You smile a little at the text before you reply.

Really, I’m okay with it. I want to wait until they’re here to know. You can open it, just don’t tell me.

He goes quiet for a few minutes before he texts again.

Would you be mad if I open it with Frankie?

You understood, really. You would want your friends with you, for moral support. And this was a big thing for Santi, so you didn’t mind if he wanted to share the moment with Frankie. You told him so, and you waited (im)patiently for his response. Because what if he was disappointed with the gender and he needed someone then and there to rant to. He said he didn’t have a preference, but what if he was just saying that to keep you happy? What if it drives a wedge between you now?

After a long ten minutes, where your mind was going one hundred miles a minute, your phone finally pings with a text. As you look, you grin as you see that Santi has sent you a video. You select it and watch it play, and it starts with Santiago setting his phone up on his countertop in his kitchen.

He looks as good looking as he always does; tight t-shirt, and that cap he’s always wearing, where his curls are starting to poke out. He mentioned he needed a haircut last week. You bite your lip and force yourself to watch the video.

Santi grins once his phone is up and steady before grabbing an envelope – the envelope – and motioning with his hand to something to his right. “Come here, hermano, and look at this with me.”

Your eyes widen as another man comes into frame after a few moments, standing just to the right of Santi, leaning over his shoulder as he looked at the envelope. He was tan, with dark hair (which, funnily enough, was also hidden under a cap) and sporting some light facial hair. He was taller than Santi and had a small smirk on his face. This was obviously the famous Francisco Morales you’d heard so much about.

Santi starts opening the envelope, Frankie watching it with a smile on his face. “Hurry up, feo, I wanna know!” He grabs Santi by the arm and shakes him slightly.

“Shut up man, I’m trying!”

You giggle as you see Santi and Frankie practically jumping with excitement as they open the envelope.

“What are they?” Frankie asks as Santi pulled out the folded piece of paper.

“If you fucking wait until I’ve opened it – “

“Don’t swear, Sofía will hear you.”

“Sorry.”

“Ah don’t worry about it, she’s eleven months old, she can’t talk yet.”

“Is that why you had me playing Ms Rachel for like three hours this morning?”

“Shut up.”

Your eyes widened in anticipation as Santi unfolded the piece of paper, reading over it with a furrowed brow, Frankie leaning forward excitedly. You – shamefully – tried to see if you could read it through the back of the paper but you were unable to. After a few moments, Santi let’s out a noise that was between a cheer and a loud laugh. “No fucking way!” He drops the paper on the countertop before turning to an equally excited Frankie.

Frankie laughs before shaking Santi by the shoulder. “Congrats, hermano!” he pulls Santiago into a hug, giving him a firm pat on the back.

You laugh at the reaction, before you wipe at your cheek, feeling wetness. You hadn’t realised you’d started crying. God your hormones were a mess.

“I can’t believe it,” Santi said, pulling away and looking at the piece of paper again. “Shit.”

“Better start thinking on some names, Garcia,” said Frankie, patting Santi on the back. “Man, I’m so happy for you.”

Santiago nodded before he placed the paper down and picking up his phone. “Just you wait, corazón.” He said, you’re assuming to you, with a smug grin on his face.

The video ends.

You grin as you text him.

You tease.

I can’t wait for you to find out.

Santiiiiii.

I’m serious, you’re going to lose your shit.

Stop it, you’re making me nervous!

Okay, I’ll stop. But seriously, I’m so happy. Really.

Good. I’m glad. I’m happy too.

You put your phone down next to you on the couch.

He was happy. That was a good thing, right? He was happy with the gender. He was genuinely really happy. Excited even, and he was obviously excited enough to start talking names, with Frankie at least.

You bite your lip as you think about the look on his face as he and Frankie found out what you were having. You sit there for a moment before you burst into giggles. You look down at your bump and rub at it gently, smiling warmly. “Your daddy loves you so much already, huh?”

• feo - ugly • corazón - heart

Tagged - @khonsulockley, @bluenredndeath, @superficialfeelings

#triple frontier #santiago garcia x reader #santiago x reader #santiago garcia x f!reader #santiago garcia #oscar isaac #pregnant!reader

[ros3ybabe]

Daily Check-in September 11th and 12th, 2023 🎀

Did not have the time to make one yesterday as I didn't get home til almost 11 pm and was so tired that i immediately passed out. I had a really good day today(Tuesday), tho! I ordered a bunch of stationery off of Stationery Pal and Kawaii pen shop, and ahhhh, I love all of it, and they BOTH came in less than a week after I placed my order. The quality of everything is *chefs kiss* and I am so excited to start using all this stuff in my university academics as well as my self study goals! I might even switch back to paper notes because of all the stuff I bought, who knows.

Will not include What I Ate as I honestly don't remember, I am very tired at the moment(Tuesday night), having run most of today with 3 hours of sleep. This check in is going to be a bit more on the self care self compassion side as I had a rough two days honestly.

🩷 Personal Achievements -

Washed my hair

Made it to both classes on time

Organized my new stationery in my desk

Cooked steak *actually* good in my food fundamentals class

🩷 Academic Achievements -

Completed a PSYC writing assignment

Completed NUTR assignment

Completed pre lab quiz for my Anatomy Lab

Completed Osmosis lab report

Earned my Human Subjects Research Training certificate for my PSYC class

(I’m certified to use human subjects in research studies at my university for the next 3 years now, how cool!?)

Should I make a post about the stationery I got? Like a haul/review post? Let me know what you think! It’s all pretty aesthetic so I would love to share my opinions on the quality of the stuff I bought….and I bought a lot of stuff without realizing it!

🩷 As of today, Wednesday September 13th, here’s a little academic todo list for today:

Weekly Writing for my Food Fundamentals class

Take my Exam 1 for my NUTR class

Read Chapter 11 for my Personal Finance class + take notes on IPad

Complete my Nutrition Log for my Fitness for Health and Sport class

Study Japanese for 20+ minutes

🩷 And here’s a little personal to do list for today:

Change current fitted bed sheet to new one I just bought and washed, throw away old one

Take my bedroom trash out, throw out package box

Clean bathroom completely

Sweep bedroom

Organize desk more efficiently

Wash my current dirty laundry

Put away previous clean laundry

Change clear shower liner to my new one

Throw out old carpets and replace with new ones

Follow my skincare routine (my face is begging to be taken care of again)

Possibly hang up my string lights with clips behind my desk and attach BTS photos to clips 💜

Budget for paycheck tomorrow

This check in was definitely a little different than the others, especially cause I started it last night but had to save it as a draft cause I nearly fell asleep while typing it up. I will definitely post an update tonight to see how much of my to do lists I accomplished! Looking forward to having today to myself, as I didn’t go to class due to the extreme rain we’re having (I walk to my campus as I do not drive…at all) and I’m completely home alone today! Let the productivity begin!

Til next time, lovelies 🩷🤍

#pink pilates girl #pink pilates princess #self care #self development #self love #wonyoungism #health & fitness #it girl #mental health #physical health #language learning goals #language learning tips #studyblr #college studyblr #university student #student life #it girl energy #that girl energy #vanilla girl #pink academia #pink blog #girl blogger #coquette girl #dream girl #girlblogging #girly blog #that girl #kpop aesthetic #pink aesthetic #study aesthetic

[jifanjiang0710]

Alblutio - Yan Albedo x reader

A/N: Happy Lantern Festival!

Tw for talks of death.

Entry 1. Weather: Clear Albedo gave me a journal log, to record the nuances of everyday life. I am to pen down in words my emotions and thoughts throughout the day. I am told that expressing complicated feelings onto paper will help process them. Right now, I feel hesitant. I am unaccustomed in having such a responsibility. Albedo says that this is a trivial matter, so I will not ponder on it.

Entry 7.  Weather: Clear Albedo encouraged me to write more sentences, and showed me a book. It was astounding to see how many words had been written in it. This particular type of writing is called a ‘novel’, unlike lab reports or observation logs. I asked if I could read it, but was refused. I will refrain from bringing it up in the future, but he did say that I enjoy reading. I must remember that. I enjoy reading.

Entry 9.  Weather: Heavy snow Right now, I feel cold. The wind is blowing. I cannot feel pain from it, but it is uncomfortable. I don’t think I like wind and cold, but Albedo says I do, so I like the wind and cold. Tomorrow there will be another person visiting, and I will meet that person. I am apprehensive.

Entry 10.  Weather: Snowy I accidentally referred to myself in third person in front of the visitor. They had golden hair that shone unlike anything I’d seen before. I made a grave mistake, and the visitor looked shocked. I did something wrong, so that warranted the punishment of cold. Standing out there in the snow, I thought of animals who are caught in the cold for extended periods of time. Slowly, they do not move. They fall and never get back up again. I asked Albedo is that would ever happen to me. Immediately I sensed my transgression, for he was angry and hurt. No, he said. No, I would not, because Albedo cares for me very much and would never let that happen, ever. Right now, I feel sorry for disobeying Albedo, and making him disappointed.

Entry 39.  Weather: Snowy My name is [Name]. My favourite food is sticky honey roast. I like to read, and I like to smile. My favourite person is Albedo. I must memorise them well, lest I forget and get them wrong again. My name is [Name]. My favourite food is…

Entry 70.  Weather: Sunny Today is warm and comfortable. It is my day of birth. Albedo took me out for a walk. It was beautiful, the way the snow-covered paths look in the glow of sunset. I voiced this out loud, to which he nodded in approval. I like scenery. He held out a flower, but seemed slightly aggravated by my lacklustre reaction. You like flowers, he said. But I much prefer the little animals that hop and scamper in the snow. You like this flower, he insists, and sighs. Okay, I said. I like this flower. Sometimes I wonder if I really do.

* The weather is perfect today, a convenient coincidence.

“Good morning, [Name],” he says, alone.

“Morning, Albedo!” The alchemist spares you a glance. To see you this early in the morning is surely a blessing. “Hello, [Name].” He’s almost done.

“I hereby proclaim this unique occasion a nationwide public holiday, so you should get off work for once,’ you pester. Anything to pull this man away from work.

“Is that so? What prompts this ‘unique occasion’?” Just a little more detail. He can’t seem to get your eyes right.

“Hey…” your voice trails off. “You didn’t forget my birthday, did you?” Your shoulders droop a fraction, and Albedo hastily offers his reassurance.

“Of course not. I have cleared my schedule for the day, should you wish to spend it with me.” He blinks. Tentatively, he speaks up again. “You do want to celebrate with me, right?” Careful. He wouldn’t want to lose composure in front of you.

“That’s a given. In honour of that, here you go.” You shove a bouquet of your favourite flowers into his arms. “What’s my gift?” you say, leaning over his shoulder to peek at the sketch in his hand. “Is that me? Can I look?”

“No. It has yet to be completed. I’ll give it to you once it’s done.”

How pathetic. In the end he never did finish that drawing. It was left in the drawer that hadn’t been opened for years. He is afraid to look at it again.

Everything had been kept the way you left it. Sometimes he leaves your shoes by the door, if only to give himself the impression that you’d only gone out temporarily, and that you’d arrived safely home.

His own lab is dark, the ashes have long gone cold. Today is your birthday. Happy birthday, [Name]. He clutches his chest with trembling fingers. Sometime he wished Rhinnedottir had never given him a heart, then this emptiness wouldn’t weigh on him like heavy fog. Why? Was it fate? Did everything have to culminate into it? Why did it have to leave such an impact behind? Wouldn’t it be so much easier if-

“Albedo?”

If he closes his eyes long enough, maybe he’ll wake up and see you. If he tries and believes hard enough, it will become real.

“Albedo.”

Don’t listen, don’t listen, Albedo. You’ll wake up from this nightmare soon. Wake up, Albedo.

“Albedo!”

He opens his eyes to the same blank walls of his Dragonspine laboratory. His throat is dry. “Yes, [Name]?”

“You were not moving. Are you alright?”

“I am.” He’s so tired. “Is there anything you require?”

“Ah…yesterday you said that we could go outside for a walk? Since it’s my birthday today…”

“Alright, we’ll make preparations now.” He has long since learnt to fake a smile.

*

Entry 83.  Weather: Heavy snow The golden-haired visitor came again, discreetly. Right now, I am conflicted, and guilty for having kept this from Albedo. Am I a  bad person for doing so? The Traveler says no. The Traveler asked for my name, among many other things. They asked me a lot in that brief period of time. They left with one final word of advice.

Do not trust Albedo.

How could I do that? Albedo is  I don’t think that  I am at a loss at how to word it. It’s impossible. Albedo would never do anything to hurt me. Since as far back as I can remember, he has been there. He is like family. If I were to doubt him, then who else would there be to trust?

Entry 85.  Weather: Heavy snow I can’t help but think there is something off about him. No, there must be something off with me. And I think he knows. It might be attributed to an overactive imagination, but his stares linger, and behind my back it is as if his gaze burns. While he was out, I entered his laboratory, and I stared at the cupboard he keeps locked. Do not trust Albedo, they say. And, as if possessed by some unimaginable will to do something, anything to quell the disturbance in my mind, I took the key and unlocked it. It was right there, hanging like some fruit I ought not taste.

I’m sorry, Albedo. My actions today were unforgiveable, but I will not tell him. It is not a cupboard; it is a door. To where? The answer lies in whether I will have the courage to open it. There is one more thing. Did Albedo, with his impeccable intuition, anticipate that I would do this? And if so, could he have intentionally let me discover this secret on my own? The thought is blasphemous, and I highly doubt it. I must be dreaming. I can only hope that I will not be tempted by curiosity.

Entry 90. Do not trust Albedo. Do not trust Albedo. Do not trust Albedo. I will repeat it as many times as I can until I remember. I must first calm myself and articulate my feelings, though my hands shake uncontrollably. Right now, I feel betrayed, horrified and above all, I am scared. I will not speak of today’s events at all after this.

I am almost sure that he intended for me to see what I did today. He intended for it, but there is no guarantee he knows that I went today in particular. I can only bank on this chance, and that my attempts at feigning ignorance will work, if only temporarily. Through the cupboard-door, down the corridor, and into the lab I had never seen before, I saw myself. I saw myself encased in ice, a final resting place. The ‘me’ in the ice coffin shared the exact same facial features and physique, except the sear on my forearm, which ‘I’ lacked. ‘I’ was not moving. Like those helpless animals stuck out in the cold, ‘I’ would never get up again. And on the shelves lining the walls, boxes and jars were stacked as high as the ceiling, and I daresay I can guess their contents.

I knew immediately that this version of me is not the first. I am one of many. He has been treating my predecessors and I like experiments, and one day, my time will be up.

I leave this place tomorrow, at the first stroke of dawn. Whatever he wishes to achieve, I hope it never comes to fruition.

* Number 079 has been down here.

It was careful not to leave the more prominent traces behind, but Albedo knows. In its haste it overlooked crucial details. He should have come to expect this. The ones in the 60s and 70s pried too much for their own good. A deep sigh escapes him, like a man who has not known peace for a great many years. He caresses your face preserved by cold, admiring the eyelashes that once fluttered and the lips that once curved into a smile. You are beautiful, even like this. Even if your immobile heart and still pulse commands that Albedo will never feel the warmth of your touch.

“It doesn’t scare me anymore.”

“No. You can’t say this. You never told me anything.”

“Albedo-“ he refuses to look at you, yet his grip on your hand is firm. “I couldn’t bring myself to. This wasn’t something I could’ve said easily, but I’m finally coming to terms with it. I am no longer frightened of what comes next.”

“Please,” you want to cry, because you have never heard so much raw emotion in his voice, “don’t leave me.”

And you are at a loss for words, because how does one respond to that? “I’m sorry,” is all you can do.

“You can’t go,” is what he says. ‘I will not let you go,’ is what he means. And until Celestia falls, he will make sure you stay.

Another failed experiment. The rack of test tubes is sent crashing onto the cold floor. Number 079 is not you, and it will never be you. Then, like all the other guinea pigs, there is only one thing left to do with it. He walks out with a final glance at your body, so peaceful that you could be sleeping, and reaffirms with a one-sided promise.

“Good night, [Name]. See you soon.”

*

Entry 1.  Weather: Sunny. Albedo said I needed a medium through which I can channel my thoughts and feelings. If I ever felt overwhelmed, I can pen it down in here. Alright, then. Behold, the very first entry log from [Name] 080’s journal!

#yandere genshin impact #yandere x reader #yandere albedo #yandere genshin #yandere genshin x reader #tw yandere #male yandere #leos works

[terrence-silver]

Jack Blaylock with a detective!beloved 👀

---

I can envision Jack convinced that if his Detective (emphasis on the his) has been tailing him for as long as they have, it is entirely with a reason.

That their paths were meant to connect. Converge.

In the infinitely complicated pattern of life, with every murder, assassination, unresolved case or mutilated carcass Jack Blaylock leaves in his wake, his beloved, who has been on his track for months, maybe even years to no avail, keeping on eye out on his handiwork with every newly opened police file his killing sprees puts up for investigation, coming so close to catching him and connecting the dots, but never quite managing, following in his shadow dragged forward by the red thread of fate and not even realizing that same piece of string leads back to him every time. How could they, after all? They don't know him. Not the way he knows them, having observed them and the devoted work they've been doing. As a result, I almost imagine Jack killing with the intention of keeping his beloved hooked on these cases. On bringing the perpetrator to justice. Playing a one-sided game of cat and mouse. Case shut.

It's his profession, but it can't mean it cannot prove to serve multiple purposes.

He wants them to come forward. Research crime scenes he leaves behind. Take photographs. Pin up newspaper clippings of the incidents. Write meticulous reports. Swap notes back and forth with Forensics. Dedicate time and effort to uncovering the culprit. Work overtime. Be passionate. Be frustrated when there's no clear-cut answers. Get drawn into the gruesome mystery. Get drawn into him long before they ever even know it's him who's doing all of this. Long before they have a name or even a face to go off of or any sort of concrete evidence. He supposes it's meant to be. A karmic connection. That they know each other from somewhere and that's why they're drawn to each other like this. That's why Jack feels he has the compulsion to do this. That's why he's convinced beloved wants to bring him to justice as badly as they do even before he started remotely encouraging that trait in them.

Instant recognition. From a past life, it seems. Regardless of circumstances.

Every slice is for them from there on out. Every beheading. Backstabbing. Shot at point blank range, execution style. Jack does it with beloved in mind, envisioning their shock at his brutality, their abject sadness, even their professional facade suppressing their personal feelings so they wouldn't lose their mind when faced with the gore --- everything --- he ponders the diligent hours dedicated to precise analysis, lab results, their antiseptic latex covered hand lingering on every slash he made. Every wound. Every scar. It'll be as close to touching him personally as they can get. It's like being together, in ways. It's a love letter to them. He might tactically meet them at some bar downtown as a perfect stranger once they're tired from all the work he's been putting them through needing a weekend break and he might just introduce himself, offering to buy them a drink, no strings attached. Everyone needs to blow off some steam, right?

The evening will blur into a fog of pleasant, noneventful conversation.

Fueled by a little bit of alcohol (his treat, of course), slow swaying on the club's dancefloor and a lot of unwinding (after all, Jack knows what he's been dragging them through), they could just share a tiny kiss or a little bit of affection because Jack seems to say all the right things at all the right moments, getting under beloved's skin seamlessly, appearing like not much more than an entirely normal guy. He might even disappear before the night is over and leave beloved wondering where that guy they just met has gone off to without a goodbye or without leaving any discernable contacts behind now that the weekend is drawing to a close and they have to get back to the usual routine of their job tomorrow morning at the station, never even catching on to how close they got to the man who has possessed their every waking work hour of the week or the person who's been leaving a trail of blood behind engulfing the better portion of beloved's career.

Naturally, Jack will never stop.

At least not until he decides he and beloved should meet face to face.

Without pretenses this time.

Or at least until beloved figures everything out on their own.

After all --- if it's meant to be, it's meant to be.

#jack blaylock #ulterior motives #ulterior motives 1992 #jack blaylock x reader #jack blaylock x beloved #detective!beloved #tw; assassination #tw; murder

[skulduggery-pleasant-bp9]

Playing with a Coroner and a Detective is not wise - Skulduggery x Male!Reader Universe

WARNING!: Cursing, Name calling, Creep behavior, Protective Reader, blood and gore, Violence AND MORE ! YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED !!

Part 2 - Danger

M/n was at his workplace, in the lab. He was looking some substance up in his microscope.

‘This is...weird...’

M/n took notes and then took his phone out. He typed Skulduggery’s number in and then wrote him a message.

M/n: Hey, I didn’t ask if you used WhatsApp or something to write with, so I am doing it with SMS and waste my precious money. I found something weird, maybe you know what it is. I took some notes on it. I will send it to you in a second. By the way, it is the Coroner from the Testament of Gordon’s.

Then M/n sent it. After a little bit it was shown that he saw it and wrote back.

Skulduggery: Ok.

M/n then reread his notes and made sure everything was readable. He took a picture and sent it to Skulduggery. Then he added another text.

M/n: This is clearly some kind of poison, but I’ve never seen, nor heard, of something like this. It seems out of this...world ? I am pretty confused and unsure what to think. This is the third client I have, that has unknown substances on them. Substances that I can’t place. You have any idea what this is ?

He put his phone away, but left the vibration on, in case. Then he took a closer look at the substance again and he got just more confused. Then his phone vibrated and M/n picked it up.

Skulduggery: Where did you find this substance at, from the victim ?

M/n: In the lungs and stomach. It was reaching for the brain and heart too as it seemed. It seemed to be a climbing substance. I just have no idea what the hell it is.

Skulduggery: I know that kind of poison. It is very rare and very dangerous. Can you give me the file reports about the victim and a sample of the substance until tomorrow ?

M/n: Is that a ‘special’ case ?

Skulduggery: It is. And it is very urgent that I take it into my hands.

M/n: Alright. I will sneak it out today and I will be at Gordon’s until tomorrow. I have vacation time for two weeks after today. I have been working for too long and they force me to take a break, so today is my only chance.

Skulduggery: Okay. Thank you. You have a good eye. Others wouldn’t have thought anything of it. It looks like normal slime people have.

M/n: I know. I always check everything though, just to make sure, to find stuff like this. Thank you.

Skulduggery: I will get Telegram installed, so we can communicate.

M/n: Okay. I will install it too.

Skulduggery: I will give you my tag after, so you can find me.

M/n: Okay.

With that M/n put his phone back into his pocket and then he left his place, to get the file report of the victim. He opened one of his drawers and then took it out and stuffed it into his backpack. He also took the substance’s file report and stuffed it into his backpack.

Then he returned and sealed the sample off nicely, then put it into his backpack too and he remade the files. Even lied about the slimy substance, he found, to be nothing. With that his job was done for the day and he clocked out.

It was already 14:00 o’clock. He was supposed to leave 30 minutes ago, so he better leaves now, before his Boss yells at him again for working overtime. Usually he had work until 17:00 to 18:00 o’clock, but because he overworked a lot, he was forced home very early that day and then into two weeks of vacation, for his own health.

He had to call a cab, because his own car was right now in the garage and getting a check up, that everything was still fine. They had to fix something near its engine and he was only able to pick his car up by tomorrow.

As he arrived at Grimwood, he was surprised by the visit he had. Stephanie and Melissa were inside the house and sat on the couch. They smiled as they saw him.

“Hello Brother !”, Stephanie greeted.

M/n smiled.

“Hello, Steph, Mom.”

“Hello, Son. We cleaned up a bit for you. We waited for you to come back and now we would drive back. It is already a bit late.”, Melissa said.

“Okay. Be careful on the way home, yes ?”

“We will be, Son. Be careful, okay ?”

“Always, Mom.”

Then they left, only to come back inside after 10 minutes. It was raining and M/n looked at them concerned.

“What is it, Mom ?”, he asked.

“The car won’t turn on. I need to call someone to pick it up.”, she answered.

“Oh dear. I’m sorry, but I have no idea how to fix it...”, M/n muttered.

That was a plain lie, but he couldn’t let his Mother know that he had done a lot of things, besides start a job as a Coroner. Gordon paid for THREE different schoolings. One of them was Mechanic, the other was Autopsy and the last one was Robotics. Gordon arranged everything in a timed schedule for M/n too.

First he went to Mechanic for a few hours, then to Robotics and then he went to Autopsy until the evening. LATE evening. M/n was very busy and under a lot of pressure, but he pulled through. He wanted this and he will be forever grateful to his Uncle, that he helped him so much.

When he had to study or learn, Gordon helped him, by taking M/n’s notes and asking him questions, which he had to answer correctly to and then he went to sleep at Midnight or late after it, and on weekends he took proper rest and studied even harder.

“No problem, honey. I will just call someone. Can we stay until then ?”, Melissa asked.

“Of course you can stay, Mom. I won’t leave you standing in the rain.”, M/n said.

“Thank you, Hun.”

“No problem.”, he replied with a smile.

Then Melissa got out her phone and she called some people to collect her car and give them a ride to the garage. They were on their way.

“I will be on my way to my study. I need to put away a few things and make my bed and I have to fill out some papers.”, M/n excused himself.

“Yeah, sure. We will tell you when we leave.”

“Okay, Mom.”

With that M/n left and entered his study. He gave a huff of distress.

“Out of all days...it had to be today where they are stuck...”, M/n muttered under his breath.

He whipped out his phone.

M/n: I am home, but Mom and my Sister are here too. Their car broke down, I’ll let you know when they are gone.

Skulduggery: Do you have the files and the sample ?

M/n: Sure do. In my Backpack.

Skulduggery: Okay, I am close by, because of the rain. I will wait until they are away.

M/n: Splendid. I will instantly tell you when I can. I hope you won’t get wet... this was a very unexpected visit from them.

Skulduggery: I am very dry in my own car, thank you for asking.

M/n: Okay. Let us hope they will leave soon. I don’t hate them, but out of all days, today this had to happen...

Skulduggery: I understand what you mean. Don’t worry.

“M/n ?”, Melissa called.

M/n: Have to go, Brb.

M/n put his phone away and opened the door.

“Yes Mom ?”, he called.

“They will be here in 45 minutes.”

“Okay. Do you want me to cook you something to eat ?”, M/n asked.

“No, no, Dear. Do your paperwork. We will eat when we left.”

“Are you sure, Mom ?”

“Yes, Honey.”

“Okay.”

M/n closed his door again and huffed annoyed. He pulled out his phone.

M/n: I hope you have a very loose time schedule...We have to wait for 45 minutes.

Skulduggery: I have a lot of time right now.

M/n: Good. Text me, if you need something. I need to do paperwork.

Skulduggery: What kind of paperwork ?

M/n: Autopsy. I did another body and made messy notes, now I need to transfer it all onto a proper sheet of organized paper. Until I am done, the 45 minutes will be over.

Skulduggery: Alright then.

With that M/n left the SMS App and entered YouTube, listening to music, while he filled out his papers.

-45 minutes later-

Melissa knocked on M/n’s door and he quickly put away his Autopsy report papers. Then he opened the door.

“Yes ?”, he asked.

“They are here, but we have another problem...”, Melissa said softly.

“What is it, Mom ?”

“Only one of us can go with them. They don’t have more space. Steph asked to stay. She would only stay for an hour.”

M/n could hear glass, in his mind, shatter.

‘Oh you gotta be KIDDING me ! Out of ALL days !’

“Sure she can.”

“She won’t be a burden ?”

“Mom, this is Steph we talk about. She is never a burden. Don’t worry, I can watch her for a night.”

“Are you sure ?”

“I am Mom.”

“Okay, Hun. Thank you. I’ll take my leave then and call later when I am back. I will pick her up as soon as I can.”

“Okay, Mom.”

With that she left and M/n whipped up his phone.

M/n: We need another plan. Steph is staying over and I don’t know for how long tonight. It was said only an hour, but it is uncertain.

Skulduggery: Well, this day isn’t going like we wanted it to...

M/n: No kidding...

Skulduggery: I will collect the things when she is asleep or gone then. Don’t worry.

M/n: Okay.

Then M/n left the App and downloaded Telegram. After he did that he went back to SMS and asked.

M/n: Do you have Telegram already ? I made an account just now.

Skulduggery: I did. Here, I will send you my account name.

M/n: Thanks.

Then he sent his account name and he searched it up on Telegram. He found him quickly and sent a friend request.

M/n: I named myself “Corrupted”. No one needs to know who I actually am.

Skulduggery: Smart move on your part.

M/n: I know. *Smirks*

Skulduggery: Writing facial expressions now ?

M/n: I can, when I feel very nice, yes.

Skulduggery: Very nice of you, yes.

M/n: I better check on my Sister. She is very responsible and all, yes, but she is still four years younger than me and I don’t want her to do something stupid. She has her moments.

Skulduggery: Alright. Tell me when she is asleep or gone.

M/n: I will.

M/n put the phone away and left his study. He went down the corridor, spotted his Uncle’s study’s door wide open and entered the it, he spotted Stephanie on the chair, reading the manuscript, Gordon wrote, before he died. He smiled and just left her alone. He entered the kitchen and ate a small snack, then he picked up his book about Robotics again, continuing to read where he left off last.

-Two hours later-

The phone rang and M/n jumped in fright. He got up and answered.

“Hello ?”, he asked.

“Hello, Son.”, Melissa’s voice appeared.

“Hi Mom. You okay ?”

“Yes, yes I am. You and Steph ?”, she asked.

“We are just fine.”

Stephanie appeared downstairs and looked at M/n. He worded silently the word MOM and then he continued to listen to her.

“What have you two been up to ?”

“I read a book.”

“One of Gordon’s ?”, Melissa asked with a warning in her tone.

“What ? No ! I read a book about my job. To get better in marketing. Mom, seriously !”, M/n scolded offended.

“Oh, alright then. And Steph ?”

“She has been reading with me in my book, Mom. No worries.”

“Oh, okay.”

“So, is the car done ?”

“That is why I called, Son... They can’t fix it and the road to you is flooded. I will get a cab and try to get to you as quick as I can. But it will take another two hours.”

M/n was worried for his Mother.

“Mum...just go home.”

“Absolutely not ! I can’t leave you two alone in a strangers house !”, she protested.

“Mom, I live here. This was Uncle Gordon’s house and Stephanie is safe with me. You just said that the road is flooded, why would you try something as dangerous as to cross a FLOODED road ? In the worst case scenario, you will die trying. There could be a counter current and it could tear you off of the street and you could drown.”

“It won’t take long ! I will be fine !”

“Mom...where is the road flooded ?”

A short silence.

“At the bridge.”, she answered.

M/n scoffed.

“Mom ! You will take ages and it is way too dangerous to cross a flooded bridge ! The water will not just flood it, but also try to escape, which will cause strong counter currents ! They will pull you down into death ! No ! You go home and I will watch over Stephanie tonight ! You can come collect her tomorrow, okay ?”

“But...”

“Mom, think very clearly. This is too dangerous. DON’T do it. Go home and try tomorrow. I don’t want you to risk your life for something as silly as this. Steph has me and I can protect her if something happens. PLEASE don’t make me call police and Dad just to get you home.”

Melissa was silent and then sighed.

“Are you sure you can deal with this ?”, she asked in defeat.

“I am to a hundred percent, Mom. Don’t worry. Steph and me will be just fine.”, M/n said with a relieved smile.

“Okay, fine. Give me Steph, so I can tell her good night, okay ?”

“Okay. Night Mom and sleep well. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“Sleep well, Son.”

M/n turned to Stephanie.

“Steph, Mom wants to say Good Night to you.”

“She isn’t coming ?”, she asked her Brother.

“No. The bridge to us is flooded and the car isn’t fixed either. She will pick you up tomorrow.”, M/n explained.

“Oh, okay.”, she said with a beaming smile.

He handed her the phone and she and her Mom said Good night and Steph assured her that she was alright with all of this. After she hung up, she beamed.

“My first time all alone in  here with you, Brother !”, she cheered.

He chuckled.

“Indeed. What do you want to eat ?”

“Humm... What do we have ?”

“A lot of food. What do would you like, I will serve.”, M/n said.

“Hmm...Oh ! Your tomato salad and...maybe some ramen noodles ?”, she asked.

M/n smiled.

“Comin’ right up, Mrs.”

She cheered and M/n made the food. After a while they ate and M/n told her to behave. He had to do something in his room and she nodded. He entered his study and sighed in frustration. He took his phone and wrote Skulduggery in Telegram.

Corrupted: Well, we have a problem. The bridge is flooded, Mom can’t pick up Steph and Steph is a hyper active twelve year old. So...any ideas ?”

Skulduggery: I will wait until she is asleep. Otherwise you will have to sneak out and give me the papers.

Corrupted: Why me ?!

Skulduggery: Because you can quickly dry off and I can’t.

Corrupted: Oh...right...Fine.

Skulduggery: Good.

With that M/n stuffed his phone back into his pocket and then left his study. He caught Stephanie again in Gordon’s study and she continued to read the script. He smiled and left her alone.

He entered the living room and turned on the TV, watching “How to train your Dragon” one.

-Time skip-

He must have nodded off, because he woke up and saw that another Movie was running. On the clock stood, that it is Midnight. The rain seemed to have stopped too. He sighed, got up, stretched, groaned as his body cracked here and there and then he went to the study only to see Stephanie leaving it.

“I just wanted to get ready for bed...”, she said.

“It’s okay, Steph.”, M/n calmed her down.

After a while of getting ready, the phone rang and M/n had a very bad gut feeling. He saw Stephanie approach it.

“Little Sister, don’t say your name.”, he warned.

“Why ?”, she asked.

“Bad gut feeling... be careful. And put the speaker on.”, he said.

She nodded and then picked up, turning on the speaker. M/n selected Skulduggery’s number and called him. He answered, but M/n didn’t say anything besides...

“Who is it ?”, he asked.

“No one is answering...”, she replied.

M/n hid his phone behind his back.

“Is it still ?”, she asked for his gut feeling.

“Still bad...”, he replied.

She nodded and took a deep breath.

“Hello ?”, Stephanie repeated.

“Who is there ?”, a male voice asked.

M/n felt a VERY bad feeling. She looked at M/n and he shook his head, eyes holding threat. She nodded in understanding.

“I’m sorry. Who did you want to speak with, Sir ?”, she asked.

“Who is there ?”, the voice repeated and this time it sounded dangerous.

M/n pulled his phone up to his mouth and ear.

“I think...I am asking for help right now...I feel VERY threatened...Help, Skulduggery....PLEASE....”, he whispered shakily.

He heard cursing on the other end.

“Don’t hang up !”, he yelled through the phone, urgency in his voice.

“If you wanted to speak to Gordon Edgley, then I have to sadly tell you, that-“

“I know that Edgley is dead.”, interrupted the man rudely, “Who are you ? Your name ?”

Stephanie hesitated and looked at M/n, who shook his head.

“Why do you want to know ?”, she asked.

“What are you doing in that house ? Why are you in his house ?”, he pressed.

“If you want to call tomorrow again-“

“I don’t want to ! Okay ? Listen, girl, if you ruin the plans of my Master, will he be very angry and he is no one, that you should piss off. Did you understand ? And now tell me who you are !”, he demanded angered.

M/n hid his phone on a save place so Skulduggery can listen in. He ripped the phone out of her hands in anger.

“Joe.”, he answered.

“...what ?”, the stranger asked confused.

“Her name is Joe mama. In other words, your fucking Mother. Now fuck off. I don’t care that you have a Master you kinky fucker. Let him whip you or whatever, but leave us ALONE.”, M/n growled out.

“No one talks to me like that !”

“Well no one in their right mind calls someone in the middle of the night and asks them shit, like some CREEP ! Now piss off ! I have a gun and I am NOT afraid to use it, got it Pisshead ?!”, M/n yelled back, protective mode activated.

“You don’t tell me what to do !”

“Just piss off already you disgusting creep !”, he yelled and slammed the phone down.

Stephanie stood there, frightened. As M/n turned around, he had a fire in his eyes, she never saw before.

“Steph, go to the Bedroom upstairs, with the lace hook. I will get a weapon.”, M/n said.

“B-but-!”

“I promised Mom to protect you. I will NOT fail. Now GO !”, he yelled.

Stephanie whimpered, grabbed the lace hook and ran up the stairs as the front door knocked loudly.

“Open up !”, the same man from before yelled.

M/n grabbed his phone and asked softly.

“How long until you are here ? He is at the fucking door.”

“Just a bit longer. I am almost there !”, Skulduggery replied.

M/n hid his phone again and then took deep breaths. He saw the shadow of the man at the glass of the front door.

“Open the damn door !”, the man yelled.

M/n rushed into the kitchen and got out the biggest kitchen knife he could find. Then he came back and yelled.

“FUCK OFF YOU BASTARD !”

The man slammed at the door harder and it shook.

“Leave my door alone you asshole ! I will NOT open shit for you, you CREEP ! I will call the police on your ass ! PISS OFF !”

The hammering stopped and M/n instantly knew he would try the back door. He checked it quickly and it was locked. Then the window knocked in the living room, next to him. He snapped around, murder clearly in his eyes. The man laughed.

“What are you planning with that ?”, the stranger asked.

“Stab your fucking eyes out and then cut your limbs off ! Now piss off you bastard !”, M/n snarled.

“I just want to come inside. Open the door for me, boy, and let me in.”, he said.

“Ha ! Fuck off, you piece of shit ! I am not opening a door, to strangers like you ! PISS OFF ! The police will be here any minute !”, he threatened.

“You’re lying.”

He picked up the phone that hung on the wall again, pointedly.

“Don’t do that.”

“I will call the police, if you don’t fuck off right now.”, he threatened darkly.

“The road is flooded, boy. If you call the police, I will break the door in and kill you hours before they even arrived.”

M/n scoffed, not scared. It only fuelled his urge to protect. He could care less about his life. This man was big talk and nothing else. Hot air is all.

“Why do you want to enter so badly ?”

“It has nothing to do with you. I was sent to pick something up. Let me in, I will look around, take what I was looking for, and leave again. I won’t hurt you and your friend. I PROMISE. But now open the door this instant !”

M/n’s grip tightened on the knife and he glared even harder.

“First you sound like some creep, then you threaten to kill me, now you tell me you wanna steal belongings and then you have the nerve to yell at me, like I am some dog. Piss off you piece of trash, before I will take care of you personally.”, M/n growled out darkly.

The man glared and punched in the window. His eyes sparkled and he entered the house. He didn’t care about the shattered glass. M/n went into a fighting position, ready to fight for his life.

“I told you multiple times to fuck off, you absolute piece of filth.”, M/n snarled.

The intruder attacked quickly. M/n, just as quickly, side stepped and cut the man’s cheek. The man was shocked and touched his cheek, then looked at his bloody hand. He glared at M/n, who gave him a nasty glare over his shoulder.

The intruder screamed in anger and attacked again. M/n dodged again and swung his knife, cutting the man near his eye, which he quickly close. Then he howled in pain.

“You little rat !”, the man hollered.

He attacked again and M/n dodged, then swung his legs out, making the male trip, make a roll forward and slam against the wall. He grunted, but got back up, ready to attack again.

“Just give me the damn key, you rat !”, the intruder screamed.

Then the front door flew out of its hinges and Skulduggery entered. M/n was still in murder mode, so he didn’t really care that he arrived. He was in protection mode. He will NOT let him get to Stephanie !

The man cursed and got up, trying to run for the stairs. M/n blocked the way and swiped at his face with his knife again. The man screamed as it made a deep cut on his nose.

“Piss off, you Crack head. You ain’t getting anywhere.”, M/n growled out darkly.

The man tried to punch him, but M/n dodged and stabbed his hand with the knife. The man screamed loudly and punched M/n, landing a hit. The boy grunted and slammed against the house wall. Skulduggery jumped into full action at that.

M/n still had a tight grip on the knife, luckily. As he opened his eyes again, he spotted Stephanie and she snuck up on the man, that was currently trying to beat the shit out of Skulduggery.

He scrambled to get up and stop her, but she already hit him aver the head with it and his attention went to her. The man kicked her away and she screamed in pain, which made M/n snap.

“Don’t. Touch. My. SISTER. YOU. FREAK !!!”, M/n roared and attacked again, knew fire in his eyes.

He didn’t notice, what Stephanie did. And that was that Skulduggery lost his glasses and hat. He jumped onto the man and stabbed at his clothes in a fury. The man hollered and threw M/n off, who got up instantly again and went again for an attack. He lost his knife, which Stephanie had now, but he didn’t need it. He set for a mighty punch. It made the intruder shout in pain as he got it into his chin. Then M/n punched him harshly into the stomach and the male lost his breath.

He kicked M/n away and he was ready to go again, but Stephanie held him back.

“LET ME AT HIM !!! NO ONE HURTS MY SISTER AND STAYS ALIVE !”, he roared.

M/n struggled against her, but she hugged him tightly.

“BUBBA !”, she yelled.

M/n froze and looked at her, over his shoulder. She seemed frightened. He forced himself to calm down. His Sister was more important than killing some scumbag. Suddenly there was shuffling and both Skulduggery and Stephanie shouted.

“WATCH OUT !”

M/n snapped his head back and saw the man aim a powerful punch for his head. M/n quickly pulled his arms up and he punched them instead. M/n and Stephanie flew backwards and he turned around, held his sister tightly to his chest, turned them and protected her with his back, as they slammed against the wall. M/n grunted in pain and then loosened his grip on his Sister.

He was weakened and he couldn’t move. His body was processing everything that just happened in a few seconds. Then his body shut down on him.

“G-go...can’t...move...”, M/n got out weakly.

Stephanie looked at him in a panic, while Skulduggery and the intruder wrestled around.

“I am NOT leaving you !”, she protested.

Then the stranger screamed. And M/n got feeling back into his body. Nothing was broken as it felt, but he was in pain.

“You don’t seriously think, that you can stop me !”, as he tried to get up.

He wasn’t very stable on his legs anymore as it seemed.

“Do you even know who I am ?!”, he screamed.

“No clue.”, Pleasant replied.

The man spat out blood and grinned. M/n got up on shaky legs, grabbed the knife, Stephanie dropped next to him and carefully approached him, from behind.

“But I know you. My Master told me everything about you, Detective, and if you want to stop me, you have to come up with something better.”

Skulduggery looked at the two siblings, shrugged his shoulders and let a fireball appear in his hand. The siblings were in amazement. Then he threw it at the man, but instead of screaming in pain, he laughed.

“More ! Give me more !”, he laughed out.

M/n was disturbed by that man, but also in shock that it didn’t kill him. Skulduggery shrugged again with his shoulders.

“If you really want that...”

With that he pulled out an old revolver and pulled the trigger. The recoil pushed his hand up. The bullet hit the man in the shoulder and he screamed. He turned around, ran for the door, stumbled, ducked and ran in slalom, to not be hit again. Because of the flames he couldn’t see clearly and he ran against the wall in the hallway.

Then he was gone.

Stephanie stared at the door, trying to understand what just happened, while M/n was in amazement and utter pain. Just then he also saw Pleasant and it was a skull. The hair and everything fell off in the fight and he saw the skull as clear as day.

‘So Uncle wasn’t lying...Magic exists...Explains so much too...’, M/n thought in wonder and pain.

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#skulduggery pleasant #derek landy #male!reader #not the canon au #read warnings above #my au #skulduggery pleasant x reader universe #Stephanie Edgley #Playing with a Coroner and a Detective is not wise - Skulduggery x Male!Reader Universe #Part 2 - Danger

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[Pop Au story concept thingy: What if Mischief Grape became a villain and Magic Grape becomes the hero.]

"Mischief Grape...Mr.Mews...where are you?" Magic Grape says as she entered Harold Mews mansion on Cryptids Island. Though she dropped her bag when she finds that the inside of Harold Mews Mansion was trashed. This made her panic as she was about to call out for them again when suddenly, the door to Harold Mews lab opens as Magic Grape sees him stepping out cautiously. "Mr.Mews? What's going on, what happened to your mansion? Where's Mischief-" Magic Grape stops mid sentence when Harold Mews quickly grabs her arm and pulls her into his lab. Once inside his lab he sits her down but hasn't said a word to her. Magic Grape was trying to stay calm but she can't help but feel like something bad has happened. It wasn't until Harold Mews returned to her with a laptop. He puts it in front of her and on screen she sees a video was put on screen. Magic Grape pressed play on the video and watches it quietly. It was a news report about something...bad.

PopNews123

"Hello this is Lilith Thundercloud with PopNews123, as you can see I'm currently standing outside a cafe on Counterfeit Island which was one of the islands that the once loved and praised hero Mischief Grape had attacked and destroyed a lot of property. Many poptropicans were injured or are still missing at this point and time. Powerlines have been destroyed and many places were destroyed. Counterfeit Islands is the 5th island to have been destroyed while Mischief Grape has yet to be found or caught by the authorities. They ask you if you see Mischief Grape at all contact your local police and stay hidden. It's been told that Mischief Grape is very dangerous. This is Lilith Thundercloud signing off."

End of video

Magic Grape froze where she sat as the video ends. That explains why she hasn't heard anything from Harold Mews or from her brother Mischief Grape. Her heart sunk as she covered her mouth completely stunned by what she just saw. "No...No this can't...this has to be a sick joke I...It doesn't make sense at all." Magic Grape says as she stared at the laptop screen. Harold Mews sits down next to her and hugs her. "I'm sorry you only found out just now but...unfortunately it's true...Mischief Grape suddenly spiraled downward and as you noticed caused a lot of destruction. I tried to contact you but with the phone lines being down it wasn't possible. I'm so sorry Magic Grape." Harold Mews says as he hugs her. Magic Grape had tears falling down her face as she hugs him back.

2 Months Later

It has been 2 months since Magic Grape learned about the news. Magic Grape had changed a lot from the news and her brother becoming a villain. She stopped writing as often as she used to instead going through notes and journals that Mischief Grape wrote down his adventures in. She was more tired and doesn't smile as often as she used too however about a month ago she did adopt a little wolf hybrid girl name Little Flame. Little Flame has helped Magic Grape from giving up completely along with Harold Mews helping her as well. Currently Magic Grape and Harold Mews made a plan which would need Magic Grape to travel to another island. She will be leaving on her journey tomorrow but wanted to spend time with Little Flame before she set off on her journey. Little Flame and Magic Grape were playing outside when Little Flame asked Magic Grape something. "Ms.Magic Grape...why are you leaving tomorrow?" Little Flame says as her wolf ears layed flat on her head with a sad look on her face. Magic Grape looks at Little Flame and puts a hand on her shoulder as she says to her "I have some urgent business to take care of my little firefly. I might be gone for a while but I'll be back soon. Plus Harold Mews will take great care of you. He did raised me since I was a little girl after all." Magic Grape says to Little Flame who still seemed sad as she says "But...I heard you and Mr.Mews last night talking about something being dangerous?" To which Magic Grape froze a bit before regaining her composure she says to her "We were just talking about the high chance of rain that would've caused me to slow down if I left today my little firefly. I promise you that everything will be alright." Magic Grape says to her as she hugs Little Flame. Little Flame feels better after hearing that and hugs her back fir a few minutes. Once they separated from the hug Little Flame and her continued playing in the field. While Little Flame was distracted Magic Grape was thinking about many things but one thing that always came to her mind was this as she looks at Little Flame.

T.B.C

(Hey everyone Mystic here, I hope you enjoyed this fun little au writing I did. If you want to see more make sure to like and reblog this. That way I know you all want to see more of this! Have a great day/night to whoever sees this.)

(Also feel free to send asks about this AU if you wish to do so! It can be for Magic Grape, Little Flame, Harold Mews, or just ask me questions about my au!)

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[pickalilywrites]

Lily, would you write some pokopiku? 🥹

anon, i will always write some pkpk!

breaking free

pokopiku. high school musical au. 3984 words.

Soaring, flying

There’s not a star in heaven that we can’t reach 

Porco can only recall those two lines, but the rest of the muddled melody plays in his mind for days on end. Sometimes he doesn’t know if he’s imagining it or if it’s just Pieck humming it beside him. When he’s lost in a daze, that song playing in the background of his mind, he’ll startle from his daydream and turn expecting to see her by his side only to realize that it was all in his head the entire time.  

He doesn’t hate music. In fact, he actually kind of likes it. He might not go out of his way to attend concerts or buy musical tickets. Hell, he hasn’t even paid attention to any of the low-budget productions that his school puts on every semester until recently. He just likes to strum the lonely guitar sitting in his living room every once in a while, and he admittedly doesn’t mind hearing Pieck humming beside him when they should be focusing on their chemistry experiment. It’s just that he has other things he should be thinking about: how to improve his free throws, the upcoming basketball game with Shiganshina High, and the basketball championship that his team is set on winning. He has no time for songs or dances no matter how many fliers Pieck shoves under his nose.  

He finds it curious that she’s even interested in the school’s upcoming musical, although she’s never been normal in the first place. She had transferred here a month into the new school year. The teachers adored her for her intelligence and her willingness to participate in class. Her academic credentials were undoubtedly impressive: a straight A student with a dozen math and science championship titles under her belt. She would, of course, be representing Liberio High in the International Math Olympiad with all the other math whizzes in their school. She fit quite neatly into her niche of smart, intellectual students destined to graduate one year early and attend an Ivy League just as Porco fit neatly into his own niche of big, burly athletes that were aiming to attend a top-rated sports university on an athletic scholarship. 

Porco is putting his books away in his locker when someone slams it shut, making him jump.  

“Jesus, Pieck!” he yelps. He can feel his heart pounding in his chest. “What the fuck? You could have slammed my fingers in there.”  

“Oh, please. I wouldn’t have done that to the school’s basketball star shooting guard,” Pieck says with a crooked smile. She leans against his locker, her head resting against the cool metal door. “I made sure your precious fingers were out of the way before I closed the locker door.”  

“I’m the point guard,” Porco says even though he’s had to correct Pieck on his position on the basketball team multiple times at this point. He has a feeling she purposely gets it wrong just to annoy him. He can feel the tips of his ears begin to sting, although he doesn’t quite know why. “What do you want anyway? You don’t have to keep reminding me to write my lab report. They’re individual anyway.” 

“Aw, you’re so grown up now,” Pieck coos, and Porco wants to cover his ears before they turn completely red but he resists the urge and keeps his hands at his side. “No, that’s not what I wanted to talk to you about. I just wanted to tell you that I signed you up for the upcoming school musical. The auditions are tomorrow.”  

Porco straightens up in alarm. He would think this were a joke, but he wouldn’t put it past Pieck to scrawl his name down on the audition list for real. She had been talking about it for the past few weeks when auditions were first announced, but he didn’t think she would actually do it. She had math competitions to study for and he had his basketball games. With all the time they put in their current extracurriculars, he didn’t know how they would even have the time to prepare for a musical on the slim chance they managed to pass auditions.  

“You’re joking, right?” he asks, but he feels as if he already knows the answer to that question when he sees the way Pieck’s smile never breaks. He runs a hand through his hair and curses when he sees the grease that covers his fingers from his hair gel. He glares at Pieck as if this is her fault, but she doesn’t seem deterred. “Pieck, I’m not a musical guy. It’s fine if you want to juggle all of these different things — math whiz, science nerd, theater geek — but I have my hands full as it is being -”  

“- a jock?” Pieck finishes for him, eye brow raised. She rolls her eyes, a laugh escaping her lips. For some reason, Porco is beginning to feel ashamed. Pieck pushes herself off Porco’s locker. Her smile is a little less relaxed now, stretched into a thin, tight line. “Come on, Porco. You can’t seriously subscribe to the strict status quo that all your classmates do. It’s all made up by teenagers, for God’s sake. You must want more in life than being shoved into a shoebox labeled ‘high school basketball star.’”  

“Well, maybe I like being a high school basketball star. Maybe you’re dissatisfied with being good at one thing, but I’m perfectly happy with it,” Porco snaps. He hikes the strap of his backpack up his shoulder and looks down at Pieck, but the frown that has replaced her smile doesn’t make him feel very good about defending himself.  

Pieck purses her lips and looks as if she’s about to turn away, but she opens her mouth instead. “You know, I signed you up because I thought it would be fun, and also because I thought you would be good at it.” She looks down at the tiles on the hallway floor, reaching up to brush a lock of hair behind her ear. "I hear you singing sometimes, and I think it’s amazing. You probably don’t even realize it, but you were singing just a few minutes earlier. It was under your breath, but I heard you.”  

Porco’s cheeks begin to flush and he wants to deny it, but he knows that what Pieck says is true. He’s been singing the song for the audition piece because it plays in his head on repeat. He wants to snap at Pieck again and blame her for getting the song stuck in his head in the first place, but he knows that there isn’t any point. She isn’t saying anything hurtful, just pointing something out what he’s been trying to ignore for years: he enjoys music. If it wasn’t the song for the musical, it would be some other song that he’d be singing under his breath. Even if he’d never admit it out loud, he has thought about what it would feel like to be standing underneath a spotlight on a stage instead of a basketball court.  

“It’s okay if you just want to play basketball, but … I don’t think it’s bad to like other things either,” Pieck says. She raises her brown eyes to meet his hazel ones. One hand reaches out, and Pieck’s fingertips graze Porco’s arm. “We’re too young to be playing personas that other people have written for us. We should be figuring out who we are on our own terms without minding what other people might think of us.”  

Pieck squeezes his arm and Porco watches as she leaves. A few people glance in Pieck’s direction. She’s been a spectacle at their school ever since she had transferred here, and people weren’t used to seeing someone who was on the math team speak with a member of the basketball team. Now that Porco thinks about it, he doesn’t know why that would be enough reason for people to stop and stare. People should be allowed to associate with whoever they like regardless of what clubs they’re in or sports they play. He knows it’s ridiculous, but he still feels embarrassed anyway and pulls up the collar of his bomber jacket and skulks away as if he’s done something shameful. 

✩₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧ 

“Are you auditioning for the musical or something?”  

Porco has never particularly liked Reiner Braun, but the power forward’s voice is especially grating today. After his conversation with Pieck earlier this morning, Porco finds he’s especially irritable, but he doesn’t want to take it out on anyone recklessly so he grits his teeth and asks, “What are you talking about?”  

A panic seizes his chest and he can feel his heart rate pick up. Paranoia begins to pick away at Porco, whispering in his ear. Reiner Braun must have seen you talking with Pieck. He must know that you’ve been thinking about what Pieck had said. He must have seen your name on the audition list. Porco doesn’t know why the thought of Reiner knowing about his conversation with Pieck bothers him so much, but he tries to play it nonchalant despite the clamminess in his hands. He shoots a ball at the hoop in front of him and misses terribly.  

Reiner, always happy to see Porco failing, grins when he sees Porco’s missed shot. He turns back to Porco, a knowing smile on his face. “Come on, everyone’s heard you singing the audition song in the locker room. Even if you’re singing it under your breath, we can all hear you. You’re not seriously thinking of auditioning, are you?”  

Last year, Porco would have scoffed and told Reiner he was stupid for even entertaining the thought. A basketball player didn’t have any place in the school musical. People at this school adhere so much to their little stereotyped boxes that Porco never would have considered auditioning for the school musical until Pieck had waltzed in and started singing that damn song. Now is his chance to deny it, but he doesn’t want to. All he can think about instead is how annoying it is to have Reiner’s judgmental sneer in his face and how there isn’t any harm in just auditioning for a dumb school play.  

“I don’t really see how that’s any of your business,” Porco finds himself saying instead and Reiner steps back, startled at his teammate’s answer.  

“Well, it kind of is my business. It’s everyone’s business. You can’t be making these types of decisions by yourself,” Reiner begins, and already Porco finds his temper rising. Reiner continues, not noticing the way Porco’s grip on the basketball tighten. “You’re part of a basketball team, and a pretty important part of the team, and it’s everyone’s job to get to the championship. If you’re taking time to sing and dance on stage for a stupid school play, you might cost us first place. We haven’t lost first place in years. The whole school is counting on us.”  

“I didn’t ask for this responsibility!” Porco snaps. Why should an entire championship hinge on the shoulders of a teenage boy? Why shouldn’t he be able to do a silly little play even if his talents might lie elsewhere? Why can’t he just do things he enjoys without everyone having a say in what he should and shouldn’t do?  

Reiner’s smile falters and his brow furrows. “You’ve been awfully strange lately. Basketball used to be the only thing you cared about. The rest of the team has been concerned, too. ” The corner of Reiner’s lip twitches in a knowing smile. “I know you’ve been getting closer to Pieck, but I don’t think you should hang out with her anymore. You only started acting weird after meeting her.”  

Porco’s patience was already wearing thin. At the mention of Pieck’s name — with the implication that Pieck was the reason for his declining performance in basketball practice — his patience snaps entirely, but rather than throwing a fist or hurling insults at his teammate, Porco simply asks Reiner, “Why are you dating Historia?” 

Reiner’s smile falters once more, caught off guard by Porco’s question. “Why are you asking -”  

“Why do you like Historia?” Porco interrupts.  

Reiner’s brow furrows and he shrinks down, his shoulders hunching over. It’s a stark contrast to the way he typically holds himself: confident, brash, bold. Now, he seems uncertain as he fumbles for an answer. “She’s the head cheerleader. Why wouldn’t I like her?” Reiner replies, but his smile is too shaky for his response to be one hundred percent truthful.  

“So if she weren’t the head cheerleader, you wouldn’t even give her a second glance?” Porco asks.  

“Why are you asking me this?” Reiner asks. His cheeks are turning red as he becomes more and more flustered. He pulls at the collar of his jersey, fanning himself, and turns his face away from Porco. “Look, I like Historia. Doesn’t it just make sense that we’d be together? I’m the power forward on the basketball team. She’s the head cheerleader. We complement each other.”  

“Do you, though?” Porco steps forward, challenging Reiner. Reiner had outgrown him years ago, gaining several inches in height as everyone was going through their growth spurts. Porco could never keep up with him in height, but now he feels like he’s like he’s the one towering over Reiner as the power forward continues to shrink down with doubt. “Forget about whatever cliques or extracurricular groups we’re in for a second. Do you like her? Do you like being with her? What do you two even talk about?”  

Porco feels like he knows the answers to all those questions, and he asks them anyway. Two months ago, Reiner and Historia had never even spoken a word to each other. It was only when Pieck had transferred here that they began talking. When Pieck was about to be seated in the back, Reiner raised his hand and volunteered to give up his seat in the second row for her so that Pieck would be able to see better. He sat next to Historia and, although the cheerleader seemed disinterested at first, the two eventually went out, but Porco always felt strange about their relationship. They didn’t seem affectionate except for the occasional chaste kiss on the cheek at basketball games. When they hung out at parties, Historia was always tapping away at her phone. Reiner talked to his friends on the basketball court than he talked to Historia. They are the biggest couple on campus, but they don’t seem to like each other very much.  

Reiner must know that, too, because his face begins to contort in confusion and then in anger. “What’s your fucking problem, Galliard?”  

“What’s your problem?” Porco asks. “What makes you think you have the right to criticize my relationship with Pieck when your relationship with Historia seems so vapid in comparison? Woohoo, hot basketball star with the head cheerleader, but you guys don’t even talk to each other unless people are watching you. You have a deeper relationship with Bertholdt than Historia.” 

Something about what Porco says angers Reiner even more. In his anger, Reiner grabs the basketball from Porco only to throw it angrily back at him. He throws it with such force that Porco has to stumble backward when he catches it. The basketball feels like a punch to the gut.  

“Fuck you,” Reiner snarls, and he turns and stalks off but not in time to hide the slight trembling of his voice.  

Porco can feel his blood pumping, thrumming in his ears. He grips the basketball tightly between his hands and turns towards the hoop. He’s standing at the free throw line, but the hoop somehow feels further than it normally is. He prepares himself to take a shot, bending down slightly to aim. He flings the ball forward and misses entirely. It isn’t even close.  

✩₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧ 

For all his brave words to Reiner and challenging who they should and shouldn’t be associating with, Porco doesn’t make any further moves to rock the boat. He wants to avoid the curious glances from his classmates and judgmental stares from his peers. He keeps his lips pressed tightly together. He doesn’t even dare to hum the song under his breath for fear of being overheard. He doesn’t want anyone — any innocent classmates passing by, Pieck, or even himself — to get the wrong idea.  

Still, he finds the flyer being slipped over his desk every day leading up to the audition. Pieck doesn’t say much when she sends the flyer in his direction. She slips it to him wordlessly every morning before their chemistry lecture starts and then ignores him for the rest of the class unless they have to discuss the reading together or work on an experiment. She’s not her usual bubbly self even when he’s kinder to her than usual, asking her mundane questions about her day or classes that he normally wouldn’t. He’s grateful for her curt answers no matter how short because at least that means he gets to hear his voice. He wonders if he should apologize, but he doesn’t know what for exactly. He’s never really been the best at apologies in the first place.  

At the end of each chemistry class, she taps again at the flyer. She raises her eyes towards his face but never quite meets his eyes. Quietly, she always says, “The audition is soon. It would be good if you could make it.”  

He always makes up the same excuse. His words always ring hollow in his ears. He wonders if Pieck hears it, too, the hesitancy in his voice when he says he can’t audition because he doesn’t know the words and he doesn’t have the time to rehearse because he has basketball practice. The truth is that he knows every single line, he’s memorized it and hears her sing every word in his head every second of every day. He knows the song by heart and he can envision himself singing it alongside her, his voice harmonizing with hers as they stand underneath the spotlight. Even thinking about it is thrilling. It makes his heart beat faster than any basketball game ever did, but it’s not something he’s willing to ever admit so he ignores the pounding in his chest and tells Pieck there’s no way he could ever audition. He isn’t meant for it. She should go audition for it if it’s something she really wants to do, but she shouldn’t count on him to show up.  

“I think you’d do great,” Pieck says on the day of the audition. Her finger is pointed towards the flyer once more, tapping on the date which is circled in red pen in case Porco misses it. She finally meets his gaze today, and she looks almost hopeful even though he’s tried to crush any hopes she had every other day.  

“I have practice,” Porco mumbles, and he doesn’t even take the flyer this time. He leaves it on his desk and grabs his backpack instead, hustling out of the room as fast as he can so he can avoid Pieck’s disappointed gaze.  

He hurries off to practice, but it feels like he’s running away from something. Even once he’s changed into his jersey and running on the court with his teammates, he can’t stop thinking of how he had left Pieck standing alone at their desk. He had never promised her anything, and yet it feels as if he’s abandoned her. His mind is filled with her — her lonely silhouette standing underneath the bright stage lights, her disappointed expression every time he turned her down, her voice echoing across the empty auditorium. He doesn’t hear the voice of his coach yelling at him or his teammates shouting at him when they tell him to pass the ball. All he can hear is that song again, the song that he would have sang if he went to the audition.  

“What’s wrong with you?” his coach shouts before pulling him out of practice to sit on the bench.  

Porco wishes he could answer, but it’s too complex to give a straight answer so he sits on the cold, metal bench and stares at his shoes. Every so often, he glances at the clock on the wall and grows more anxious with every minute that passes. It’s almost four o’clock. That’s when the auditions are meant to conclude. Had Pieck already gone? Had she auditioned by herself, singing that song that was meant to be a duet? Had she gone on without him, doing something he was too afraid to do himself?  

He tastes blood on his tongue and jerks his head back in surprise. He hadn’t even noticed he had started chewing on his thumb nail. He bit too close to the quick and now his thumb is bleeding. He staunches the blood by pressing it against the hem of his shorts, but the material does little to stop the bleeding. He curses and looks back up at the clock. How can move so agonizingly slow and so fast at the same time?  

Without warning, he stands up and begins to run toward the gym entrance. 

“Galliard!” the coach shouts. “Where the fuck are you going?”  

Where I should have been all along, Porco thinks, but he doesn’t say it out loud. He has more important things to do.  

He stumbles through the back of the auditorium and he can see other people who have just finished auditioning looking at him quizzically. They’re people he can’t recognize, part of the theater geek circle that he doesn’t associate with. They’re probably wondering why he’s there at all, and Porco would wonder the same thing if he couldn’t hear Pieck’s voice ringing through the theater. 

He creeps through the backstage towards the sound of Pieck’s voice, clear as crystal as she sings half a duet. It sounds empty without the other person singing the other half, but she keeps her voice steady as she sings, undeterred that she’s singing alone.  

Porco finally reaches the curtain and pushes it back slightly to catch a glimpse of Pieck. Her back is turned towards him and she faces the drama instructor, her voice never wavering even under the director’s stern gaze. She only has the piano to accompany her, but she sings confidently. Her voice fills the entire theater and Porco can hear it, the missing half of the song. He doesn’t realize that he’s singing along with her, that it’s not his imagination that’s filling in the gap but his own voice, until Pieck turns toward him. 

She doesn’t look angry at him or even surprised. Her lips turn upward as she sings and she gestures for him to step forward, to join her onstage, and he takes her invitation, never missing a beat even when he feels the heat of the spotlight on his skin. 

“We’re soaring, flying,” Porco sings, his voice mingling with Pieck’s. He thought his legs would shake as soon as he stepped on stage, but he feels at ease by her side. “There’s not a star in heaven we can’t reach.”  

His eyes meet Pieck’s and he can feel his own lips stretch into a smile even as he sings. He’s not sure if he’s meant to be on stage. He doesn’t know if he’ll even make it past this audition, but he knows that this feels thrilling, like he’s broken chains that he didn’t know were shackled to him. He feels like he’s finally free.  

#snk #pokkopiku #pokopiku #porco galliard #pieck finger #high school musical au #hsm au #asks #answered #anon #anonymous #requests

[basedkikuenjoyer]

A Marvelously Wonderful Life

1102 was a very tough chapter to write about. I usually have a draft ready from the Raws, but here there were a few angles I had to look at it from. So y'all are getting a Christmas bonus. On the surface this is just a cool, cool chapter. We split between Kuma and Bonney's stories, showing the former's side of known events. It's so moving in it's own right, do remember part of why I choose to focus on the meta narrative aspects is because it's hitting very close to home. And y'all this one's a doozy. Bookends. So this flashback begins with Ginny saving the day at God Valley the way she did and now ends with Kuma setting a precedent for the exact narrative trope we're looking for? Showing hidden sides of known events.

That's it, that's like...the entire foundational building block of all this weird shit I've said. Kiku was perfectly set up to do this with all of Wano, but it'd really start looking like a new recruit narrative fast. It's not just saying that the same way anyone could do that, we've pointed out several specific places where you could guess something happened based on context clues. Miss Unassuming is kinda the #1 archetype to pair with a twist told that way. In essence, this flashback starts and ends by setting a precedent. That's one way you could look at it, given I can tie both to Victoria Cindry is blowing my mind.

You cheeky lil shit. Don't worry, I'm not getting ahead of myself. This could just be a last note of the flashback and next chapter we're back to fighting Saturn. Kuma pops in to save the day with a last ounce of humanity, the miracle we didn't see with Cindry. Tomorrow we'll talk big picture, why I still wonder if this is a red herring walking the same line as Yamato. But first we have to ask the basic question, where does 1103 go from here? Because it can do that...but did we see it? A repeat of how we came back from the big cutaway. When we skipped the night in the lab. Is this the start of us coming back to that? Don't forget that was a double-bluff too.

That is an intriguing possibility. Always cool when you see the concept you expected but in a different way that's instantly so much better. Yeah, that is the way to play with the flow of this narrative. Skip the night, get to the high drama, fill in the night, finish the fight. To me, if that's what we're doing then this is almost assuredly heading towards the "Double Rashomon" idea. There'll be one more segment away. Maybe it's the alternate take on Wano. Maybe that's through Sword and Drake's report. Maybe it's the two Stussys as a pretext to let Marco do it. Maybe it's something completely different with or without alt-Wano as the fourth, real one. Neat right?

Crackle. Oh man, story's picking up another frequency again. There's something I'm left with here. Kuma's a total patron saint of teddy bears and genuinely good dudes everywhere. He's so cuddly and sweet and I know some of y'all are gonna hate me for this but he's also kind of a trusting idiot. So it's interesting you have that "Bakura" split personality element seep in.

We've broached this subject before, it's where Okiku was an evolution of Himura Kenshin. Which is really just the difference between a man making big, grandiose axioms about nonviolence vs. a sensible, pragmatic woman who will bear the burden of doing what's necessary as a last resort. Remember how much Kuma's sacrifices troubled Ginny. A little more grit and realism from the very spiritual Kuma probably would have been better for everyone involved, but at least people end up remembering you as a figure like Oden.

Makes this little crackle very interesting. It theoretically works as a Chekov's Gun; a way for Kuma to have a happy ending if Vegapunk snuck it in anyways. Or it works as a roadmap for where Kuma, saintly as he may be, fell short and is part of something bigger. Recall, we do make a point of showing something similar out of Vivi losing her cool in a tense conversation with Cipher Pol. (Psst, and Stussy setting up still struggling with personal identity issues that are silly to worry too much about.)

#one piece #post wano musings #chapter 1102 #bartholomew kuma #jewelry heckin bonney

[mercurydarlin]

Yandere dr.malpractice headcannons?

Dr.Malpractice Yandere Headcannons

WARNINGS: yandere, murder, the SLIGHTEST of manipulation/gaslighting,

this to request

OMG I WAS THINKING OF THIS THE OTHER DAY. is this your way of getting me to write simpbur? cause it is WORKING. I made him rather sweet though, like, he doesn't kidnap reader anything. just kills.

How you'd meet Wilbur, I guess:

It was just a normal Monday for you. you went to work, went to the local coffee shop, and drove home.

The regular stuff.

But, To your surprise, that would all change.

Now insert Wilbur. You had a lil crush on him he was cute... He stopped by your workplace every now and then.

He had his quirks though, like how he would act a bit shy around you, even a bit embarrassed

He said something about having a lab when you brought up his work.

"So...Where do you work? In the building?" You smiled at Wilbur, before handing him a box with glass tubes inside. "Oh-Uh, I work in a lab. I'm a scientist,if you will." He smiled back you, before quickly walking off with the box you handed to him. "Bye Wilbur, See you tomorrow!" You waved goodbye to him before he opened the office door and waved goodbye back.

You both started to get to now each other better, became close friends.

He still was a bit awkward around you, but that's what kept you around.

He'd invite you over to his house plenty.

Wilbur eventually told you about his feeling, and if course you said yes!

But he made you an offer, an offer that would change everything.

"Do you wanna be my test subject? I understand if it sounds weird--" he looked down, avoiding eye contact. "Depends, Whats the conditions?" You asked, smile on your face. You weren't expecting what would happen ahead of time.

You said yes, cause what's the worst that could happen?

How would it go from there?:

also your in wilbur's lab now, he said something about you staying there for awhile.

Rather smoothly.

I mean, you just come Into his lab for 2-3 days and he does test on you, it's nothing big.

But oh my god, he'd love every second of it.

Like, you would be cuddled up with him as he puts bandages on your scars.

He would literally be going insane, his face would be red, he'd be showering you with compliments, all the good stuff.

"What's the pink stuff do?" You asked, pointing to one of the tubes on the table next to you. "That's supposed to be some eyesight improving thing, Oh, but I'd never use that on you. Too much of a risk." He moved it to the corner of his table, and instead pulled out a cup of water and pills. "Those should help your immune system, darling." He handed you the pills and water, as you swallowed down the pills Wilbur was overjoyed, he always felt glad when you took literally anything he gave you.

He'd be so lovey Dovey...

He'd never get mad at you, instead opting to comfort you endlessly.

But yet, obsessive.

Like, he uses your least favorited co-workers as subjects for his rather... Unsafe injections...

Behind your back, of course.

It'd be awhile until you'd eventually figure out.

Wait, what if reader figured out about Wilbur's killings/torture?:

Pissed. Very pissed, at first!

It was quite the discussion when you first figured out.

"I'm sorry, this is too much to handle at the same time Wilbur!" You shouted at him, anger in your eyes. You just figured out about his little...killing problem. "Can we please just talk about this, I-I swear, I can explain everything love!" He watched as a tear fell from your face, it saddened him to see you like this. He hates seeing you upset, and knowing that he made you upset, only makes matters worse.

Eventually you made up. He never said he was going to stop what he was doing cause he was "Protecting you".

You came to terms with it, realizing there's not much you could even do about it other than report him to the police.

And why would you do that? You just couldn't.

So you both talked it out.

You knew he wouldn't stop killing people no matter what you said, so you let it happen.

"If you end up in jail, you do realize I cannot bail you out, right?" You smirked at him while fidgeting with your hair. You were both in the kitchen, wilbur was making dinner for you as you were sat at the counter. Wilbur turned, smirking back, "I'll find my way around it, no need to worry about me."

He surprisingly hasn't ended up in jail yet, he ends up framing someone else for his killings. (That someone also being someone who wronged you.)

what would his love language be? would he like pda?:

Pda wise, yes.

He'd be very touchy, ever so touchy.

He'd leave kisses everywhere on your body while whispering sweet nothings.

And he'd do it in public to, planting little kisses on your head while at a restaurant.

"Wil- Wil! you can stop now!" You'd giggled while pushing Wilbur away from your face. "But I'm just trying to love you! What's so wrong with that?" He'd giggled back, pulling your hand away from his face, leaning towards you with his big dorky smile. He'd plant a messy kiss on your cheek.

As for love language, he'd sent you text messages telling you how much he loves you, the things he'd do, all that cute stuff.

What if he sent love letters? Think about it.

"You know, I have 5 finished love letters that I was too scared to send you when we first talked." You turned your head over to him as he was smiling at you. "Really? That's so cute-- you HAVE to show me them." You grabbed his hands and squeezed them, big grin on your face. Wilbur sighed a smiled, "I'll find the time to show you, one day."

(probably gonna add more into this,but...just thought I'd post this now <3)

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[she-karev]

Cousin Jen

Age Rating: 12+

Chapters: Four of Six

Fandom: Grey’s Anatomy

AN: Hey guys it’s been a great spring break for me and I’m gonna post all the chapters for this story tonight that I hope you all will enjoy. I will take one shot requests from you guys and I always appreciate a like and reblog.

Summary: Jen takes a reluctant Amber to the locker rooms to fix her hair where they hear Roy say something that freaks Jen out about Matt’s condition.

Words: 2952

Andrew and I are sitting at the neuro lab table doing research for Amelia’s project. I was able to schedule for Pierce to consult on Matt’s case tomorrow morning. Now we’re working for Shepherd together, I would’ve gone back to Avery, but Alex scheduled me for Kimmie Park’s awake brain surgery so along with helping to diagnose Matt I’m assisting in the O.R. The thought of that would excite me if not for the part of a good friend of mine being a medical mystery I wish to solve so he can marry my cousin.

Shepherd walks inside the lab, “I have an awake brain surgery on a kid tomorrow, so I’m gonna need my beauty sleep which means you two don’t get to sleep because I need you to narrow down these studies to two options by tomorrow.” I write what she tells me, “Do a feasibility evaluation including a timeline, and don’t forget to evaluate likely subject availability and do a cost projection.”

I finish writing, “Got it.”

“On it.” Andrew confirms as Shepherd walks out of the room and turns to me, “I guess we can call this a date night.”

I smirk as I read a journal, “I’d light a candle but I don’t want to blow us up.” I rub my eyes to get the tired out and my energy deflates as soon as Jen walks inside wearing a dark blue Grey Sloan hoodie and carrying a large capacity bag she uses for her hair equipment. She looks at both of us with a grin.

“Hello.” I look at her annoyed while Andrew looks at her perplexed by her company, “I just wanted to come by and check on you guys and check out the gift shop here. When in Seattle right?”

“Please come on in Jen.” I greet her sarcastically, “I mean it’s not like I’m doing anything here.”

“Oh goodie.” Jen smiles, “Now you can make time for me to fix that rats nest you call a hair.”

I look at her with a frown, “Jen as much as I enjoy your company and I really do I don’t have time to play Beauty Shop. Shepherd just told us to narrow down her studies so she can figure out what to propose to the judges. I’m pretty sure highlights and dye jobs aren’t gonna revolutionize neuroscience.”

Jen turns to Andrew, “Can you handle this on your own for the next two hours?”

Andrew looks surprised and looks at me as I give a glare that tells him not to let her take me but Jen also has a glare that tells him to say yes. He clears his throat obviously conflicted, “I’m not sure which one of you I should be more afraid of right now.”

“Me!” I exclaim, “Very clearly me!”

Jen approaches me, “Okay come on let’s go before you scare this one away.” I face her ready to say no but she interrupts me, “If you deny me, I will just come back in the morning and ask you again only your friends and bosses will be there to see me dominate you like a lion on a gazelle. It’s your choice honey.”

I groan at that and throw my pen on the table standing up as she grins in pride, “You may be victorious now but I will beat you someday.” I look at Andrew, “If I don’t call in the next two hours report me as a missing person.” Andrew grins amused and I reluctantly follow my cousin on the way to beauty hell.

Two Hours Later

The strip of wax being yanked off my eyebrow causes me to yell out in pain, “Ow!” The locker room restroom we’re in keeps the painful shout in. I grip the chair I’m sitting in trying not to hit her for getting me in this hellscape.

She presses the area to keep the swelling down, “Hey it’s your fault for growing a jungle on your face.” After we finished redoing my hair back to the long glamourous blonde it was before I left for Seattle we moved on to waxing which is always my least favorite part. I wince at the hot wax being spread on my upper left eyebrow, “Your lucky I got here when I did otherwise you’d sport a goatee like Andrew.”

She puts the strip over the wax, “Hey at least my guy can grow facial hair does Matt use any shaving cream or is it all just for your legs?” I can tell I pissed her off because she yanks the strip off with more force than necessary causing me a fire ball of pain, “Ow! You evil bitch!”

“Nope that’s you.” Jen grins as she presses the stripped flesh, “You know you can make fun but at least I’m in a long-standing relationship. I’m with a guy who loves me and takes care of me but also gets that I don’t need a man to swoop in and save me. It’s nice and trust me honey you can take a note from me.”

I raise an inflamed eyebrow at her, “In the four years you’ve known me when have I raised concerns about who I date?”

Jen spreads wax on my lower left eyebrow, “Well some of the people you dated wouldn’t qualify as people. I mean seriously cuz I’m just waiting for this new guy to either hit on me in front of you or ask you to give him a handy on the subway.” She strips off the wax that doesn’t feel so painful as I get used to it.

I narrow my eyes at her accusations about Andrew, “He’s not like that. I know I’ve said that before but this time I actually mean it.” Jen looks at me intrigued, “He’s smart and funny and nice and he isn’t scared of me.”

“Is the sex good?” Jen asks me genuinely curious, “I mean I would’ve looked at his feet but you say it’s a myth.”

“It is but somehow he’s an exception.” I grin mischievously as Jen chuckles in delight, “He’s tender and he makes me scream in pleasure and he doesn’t sneak out and ghost me right after. He’s easy to hang out with and easy to talk to, which as you know is a challenge for me. And somehow, he has emotions which he expresses more than I do.”

“Well, it’s not really that hard to do.”

“Yeah, except he’s actually emotional and protective of me which should seem barbaric but somehow it’s not coming from him.” Jen spreads lotion on my waxed eyebrows, “Somehow, he is perfect in every way imaginable and I am so not which he hasn’t figured out yet. I mean what is wrong with him that he can’t see what I and everybody else can see clear as day? I’m convinced he lost a bet or has a tumor of his own.”

“Oh come on Amber.” Jen chastises me gently, “Your every guys dream girl, you watch sports, save lives, have natural assets and you look like a runway model. He’d be an idiot to let you go.”

I grin flattered, “Well your my cousin and my unpaid cheerleader your supposed to think the best of me.”

Jen puts the wax away, “Somebody has to, your done.” I exhale in relief and look in the mirror grinning at the job well done, “See? And it only took two hours and this was all done in a public restroom am I good or what?”

“If I say your good, can I go back to studying with my boyfriend?”

“Yes.”

I fluff my wavy hair, “You are the god of all beauticians. Now please leave and don’t come back unless Matt has another fainting spell.” We walk towards the closed door to open it but I hear voices outside and stop.

I can make out Qadri chastising Roy, “Roy that is so mean even for you.”

“Oh come on like your all not thinking it.” Roy responds smugly, “Her cousin’s fiancé faints about a minute into their engagement. There’s nothing wrong with him on the scans or the blood tests. I mean people get cold feet all the time but in his case his feet barely keep him up before the wedding bells. I don’t think I’d blame him I mean she’s hot but she doesn’t seem like the kind of girl I’d get hitched to for life.” I look at Jen who frowns hurt and I move to open the door but she slaps my hand before I can reach and retract it knowing not to fight her.

“Roy you are the worst.” Helm says in disgust, “I mean she seems sweet; I’d like to see if her and Amber actually share genetic material but she’s a nice girl.”

Roy snorts, “Yeah she got the heart and her cousins got the brains.” I curl my fist resisting the urge to burst through the door and punch him and I can sense Jen doing the same, “Maybe that’s why he’s fainting, she’s not the Karev he wanted to ask out that night and had to settle for the loud second best.” I can hear a few interns chuckling as Roy continues, “I mean that could be why he’s fainting, the stress of knowing he made a mistake is causing him fainting spells and it doesn’t help to have a Chatty Kathy with him 24/7.” I can’t take it anymore as I open the door and it hits the wall hard causing them to look at us and I’m sure even with the supermodel hairs we look like their worst nightmare. Roy’s smile falls as he looks scared for his life as he should be.

I glare viciously as I get ready to tear him down, “You know Roy of all the-”

Jen shushes me, “I got this cuz.” She struts toward Roy with a startling grin that’s more scary than comforting, “You know your right I mean marriage is a very scary thing and maybe Matt does have cold feet but at least he knows what it’s like to have a woman in his bed instead of a blowup doll that I’m sure you named after your favorite pornstar. Or your mommy you seem like you have those issues judging by your small dick energy.” I grin at her as she continues, “I might not have an MD or know anything about how the human body works but I have a 60K salary and live in a 2 bedroom in Greenwich Village.” She whirls around asking everybody, “Do any of you have an apartment that has an oven or even pay retail for luxury items?” They all stay silent confirming her suspicions causing her to smile, “I didn’t think so.” She turns back to Roy who looks more relaxed clearly underestimating her which will be his downfall, “You know she thinks I don’t know this but my cousin did a DNA test about a month after we met.” I purse my lips at that, “She’s crap at leaving her letters open on my table and I didn’t blame her. You look at both of us and you can’t believe we share blood. But you know there is one thing just one thing that I share with my cousin that comes from genetics.”

Roy scoffs condescending, “And what-” Roy’s question is stopped with a punch to the stomach by a very pissed off Jen who caught him by surprise. I grin at her very proud and very satisfied Roy was put in his place by a hairdresser of all things.

Jen grins, “We both have a killer right hook.” Roy whimpers in pain and kneels down on the floor holding his groin and she turns sharply slapping his face with her long ponytail and struts out arm in arm with me. We walk down the hall looking fabulous until we reach the neuro lab where Andrew is still working and looks up at us or more specifically me. His eyes practically pop out of his head due to the fact I look like I did when we first met.

“Wow.” Andrew puts his pen down and turns his chair toward me grinning, “I gotta say I’m glad I let her kidnap you.”

I chuckle and stand in front of his holding his shoulders, “Yeah well enjoy it while it lasts because until her next visit I’m gonna let all this slip away.” I kiss him and turn to Jen with my arm around his shoulder and his around my back, “I’m sorry you had to hear that Jen, I should’ve warned you Roy has the mindset of a toxic 90’s male.”

Jen waves me off, “Oh please I’ve handled worse in the East Village although those guys didn’t pass the MCAT.”

“Yeah I think I’m gonna look into that for Roy and see if I can prove he’s a fraud as well as a disgrace to medicine and men everywhere.” I can see Jen looks uneasy for a moment and Andrew sees it too as he asks her.

“Hey what’s wrong?”

Jen sighs and puts the bag on the table and faces us with a serious face for one, “What if…What if Matt doesn’t really want to marry me?”

I mentally curse at Roy for putting that in her head, “Jen don’t listen to what those assholes said okay?”

“Just hear me out. These attacks what if their caused by stress about getting married to me and spending the rest of his life with me?” I chuckle at the absurdity but she doesn’t have it, “Don’t laugh you two are the doctors here can you honestly tell me it wouldn’t be an accurate diagnosis?”

Andrew steps in, “Jen there are a lot of possible reasons that would explain-”

“They started right after he proposed.” I look at Jen in sympathy, “I mean what if I’m not the girl he imagined a future with? I mean you heard what he said you’d be a more logical choice for him than me.”

Andrew looks at me confused, “Wait what?”

I squeeze his shoulder to reassure him, “It’s nothing, it’s just Roy said some things that got into Jen’s head and now she’s talking crazy, well crazier.”

Jen narrows her eyes at me, “I am so glad you find me stressing about my fiancé getting cold feet so funny.”

“Okay first of all me and Matt? Gross like Facebook cyst popping reel’s gross.” Jen looks at me offended, “Not for you, he’s perfect for you but him and me it makes my skin crawl. I mean the guy did puppetry in high school, you know those things freak me out.” Andrew snorts beside me and I explain, “Chucky is the one horror icon I wouldn’t take on, would you?”

“Okay I see your point.”

I focus back on Jen, “Jen, come on, it’s Matt. I’ve known him longer than you have and we both know he’s a terrible liar. I mean remember when he wanted to surprise you with a reservation at Kochi and ended up spilling the beans in his sleep.” I step away from Andrew to grip Jen’s shoulders assuring her, “The guy loves you; he doesn’t have a deceptive bone in his scrawny body. If he had any doubts about marrying you which he doesn’t he would tell you, trust me.”

“But he wouldn’t tell me.” Jen keeps freaking out, “He would just bottle it in until it comes out and he falls asleep as a result of the stress. I mean you said it yourself the labs, the scans they don’t show anything what is it’s in his mind? What if I’m making promises he can’t keep?”

I sigh at her neurosis, “Look if you’re so worried about this why don’t you just go back to the hotel and ask Matt point blank if he really wants to marry you? I know we didn’t grow up with this but communication is key to a long-lasting relationship from what I’ve heard.”

Jen groans, “I can’t ask him he’s just gonna lie and say of course I want to marry you.”

I nod seeing her point, “How about I do it?”

“Amber, I love you but your just gonna scare him into saying what he has to because he’s afraid you’ll castrate him on my behalf.” I open my mouth to defend myself but again I see her point she turns to DeLuca, “Can you ask him? Just do his exam tomorrow and ease it into the conversation and report back to me.”

Andrew is taken back and chuckles nervously but Jen glares at him in a way that keeps him quiet. I look at him silently telling him to do it or she’ll do something bad to him, “I guess I can throw it in while I help Pierce with his EKG.”

I nod and give him an assuring grin turning to my cousin, “If we find a medical reason for his syncope will it make you feel better about this engagement?”

“Yes.”

I turn back to the table, “Okay I will go over his labs again and see if they missed anything before his test tomorrow.”

Jen nods appreciative, “You’re the best.” She grabs her bag and turns to Andrew, “If he says anything about cold feet or reminiscing his single days or planning to bag a stripper before the wedding you tell me got it?”

“Got it.”

Jen walks out the door, “Night hot doctors!” Andrew and I grin at each other amused by her energy and I look at Matt’s labs again hoping she and Roy are wrong about this.

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