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islandofsages · 2 months

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HEYY!! I love your writing from what i've read and i was wondering if i could ask for a gn reader (yuu) teaching the housewardens about like classic fandom lore- like imagine them turning into matpat to explain fnaf and undertale!! 😭😭 feel free to not do this and have a good day!! Thanks :D

characters: housewardens x gn!yuu

tags: platonic, fluff, crack kinda, imagines format

warnings: swearing

author's notes: SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG also all the fandoms mentioned here are all fandoms ive been in at some point :D fun times mhm

Riddle Rosehearts

He knows you’re very passionate about fandom culture but you never really had the chance to infodump about it to him

Until one day, you drop by Heartslabyul for a leisurely visit, when you see a not-so-clearly distressed Riddle sitting in the lounge

Not-so-clearly meaning he’s holding a teacup in his hand yet not drinking it, eyes closed as if he’s holding in all his emotions

You grow worried at this sight and slide next to him on the couch where he is seated, hoping you can help alleviate some of that stress

He sees you and he allows himself a sigh, then musters up a smile for you. He greets you and you cut straight to the point - can you help him with anything?

He releases a second sigh and shakes his head, telling you he only needs some sort of distraction. He just had a long day and needs to take his mind off things

You take a second to think of things that you can distract him with – that’s when a lightbulb goes off in your head. This is a prime opportunity for you

“Okay, I’m guessing you haven’t heard of Five Nights at Freddy’s since it’s a franchise from my world and all but the lore is crazy. So it starts like this…”

He wasn’t expecting to be paying much attention to the contents of what you’re saying but sooner or later, he ends up leaning towards you with his hand cupping his chin, mouth slightly agape at the story you’re telling

This inspires you to dump even more information about the media somehow at the rate that you’re going

By the end of it, he’s completely forgotten what he was so worried about. His head is full of creepy pizzerias for kids and haunted animatronics

He ends up having some trouble sleeping that night though. He’ll get you for that later.

Leona Kingscholar

He won’t lie, your interest in fandoms is too reminiscent of Idia for him – he doesn’t admit this to you obviously, since he hasn’t had the chance to

But on one particularly boring day, you decide to skip class with him and he lets you tag along for the hell of it

In the span of three seconds, he’s already off in dreamland. Sometimes you wish you had such a skill

Since you have nothing better to do and he’s way too deep in his sleep to even care anyway, you start rambling to yourself and a slumbering Leona

“Well, I’ve been thinking a lot about Undertale lately so I need to dump it all somewhere. So basically you play as this kid…”

Little do you know halfway through his nap, he wakes up from how much you’re talking. At first, he’s annoyed by your yapping but then he grows interest in what you’re saying

He’s almost tempted to try that game for himself and almost disappointed that it’s not available in Twisted Wonderland. Emphasis on almost.

When you’re done rambling, that’s when he stretches his arms over his head and yawn, commenting how noisy you were

You shrug it off. You're used to him complaining about you yapping instead of napping alongside him

…But then he asks you to tell him more about Undertale, if there's any more information you’re keeping from him out of the kindness of your heart

You smile smugly at this and his expression seems to say “don't make me regret asking” but oh, you definitely will make him regret even being friends with you in the first place

Needless to say, regrets were not the only thing he held at the end of that day.

Azul Ashengrotto

Similar to Leona, your fixation on fandom culture reminds him too much of Idia. not that that’s necessarily a bad thing - it’s more of an observation

And he gets more than an observation when you get the chance to show him what you’re made of: useless fandom culture and gaming knowledge

Speaking of Idia, he goes to you as a last resort to ask you to help him understand whatever the hell Idia’s talking about

You don’t know too much about Twisted Wonderland’s fandom culture just yet but when Azul explains the premise of a certain game and its fandom, it gives you an idea

“Sounds pretty similar to Yandere Simulator. Ooh, that one has a lot of history. Let me tell you about it…”

Unfortunately for him, he ended up unlocking your geekiness instead of having you address the things he was confused with

But at least your story makes it a bit easier to understand? He’s yet to decide that really but at least it sounds like you’re taking his lack of slang knowledge into consideration

Your infodump really gripped his attention though - it’s interesting to know another side of human culture, even if it’s not the humans of Twisted Wonderland

He would nod understandingly (or at least, politely) and thank you and your geekiness

He relays your story to Idia and finds it intriguing how similar fandom culture is in both Twisted Wonderland and your world

He would invite you to Board Game Club meetings so that you can rave and find out more about Twisted Wonderland’s fandom culture with Idia

He’d realize that was a big mistake and he may or may not have created the nerdiest pair in the world - but you guys are his nerdiest pair in the world.

Kalim Al-Asim

He’s very curious about fandom culture - he doesn’t know too much about it nor anyone who knows a lot about it so almost all the fandom information in his head are from you

He really wants to know more!!! So of course that warrants a hangout session fabricated as a study session to get Jamil’s stamp of approval

So there you are in his room, books laid out in front of the two of you but most importantly, a laptop

You two watch about a dozen videos on Twisted Wonderland’s fandom culture and as you absorb all the very-much-useful information, you sneak in tidbits from the culture of your world

“This one in particular is reminiscent of Danganronpa. Man, that one was a wild ride…”

It’s exciting to be able to talk about it with someone you trust wholeheartedly, especially Kalim, whom you know wouldn’t be so judging

He only nods in understanding at every point you made, his eyes sparkling with all the curiosity in his body

You were on your thirteenth video when you two are interrupted by a rap on the door and an unfortunately-familiar voice

So obviously you and your bestie hurriedly rush to close all the tabs on your laptop and open up something more academically-inclined

Which is obviously a…dictionary site

Jamil blinks twice at this, says nothing (but probably noting how it makes sense for you guys since you two are bumbling idiots) and walks away

If there’s any dictionary being read that day, it’d be a dictionary of fandom terminology, that’s for sure.

Vil Schoenheit

He doesn’t know too much about it - and doesn’t bother to learn much about it since he has better things to do - but since it’s you, he tries his best to be a good listener

The two of you sit down in the courtyard one day, the chirping of birds and rustling of leaves music to your ears; beauty truly is everywhere around you when you’re next to him

He’s talking about something. You’re not sure what because you’re entranced by the way his hair hangs above his eyes so elegantly. He notices this and calls you out for it

You shrug and excuse how you can’t help it - he’s like a dating simulator love interest in the real. He asks you what you mean by this. Now’s your chance to shine!

“Hmm, you know, something like Mystic Messenger? Hehe, let me tell you a bit about it…”

Unluckily for him, your “a bit” turns out to be a four-hour long ramble about the aforementioned dating simulator a little too reminiscent of Rook for his liking too

Despite his reservations, he really did enjoy hearing you talk so passionately about your interest; it’s a bonus that the topic itself is interesting

He tells you he wouldn’t mind trying out the game or at least finding out more about it though unfortunately it’s not available in Twisted Wonderland

You share his shame - until he says he’ll pitch the concept of the game to some authorities he know and perhaps make it a reality

Sorry, he’s going to what now?

You’re a little shaken. Sometimes you forget he’s a world-class model, despite his looks and mannerisms. You save your nerves for if a Twisted Wonderland version of Mystic Messenger actually ends up happening

He thanks you for enlightening him about fandom and video gaming culture. You use this as a cue to add another four hours of ranting about V’s route in the game.

Idia Shroud

You’re another victim for him to taint… or so he thought. You’re more of an ally than a victim at this point, considering how nerdy you are

He’d dump fandom lore on you and you’d reciprocate it right back. He’s genuinely so impressed with your knowledge, even if they differ by some degree due to being from different worlds

He gets more impressed when you pull up with knowledge about Twisted Wonderland’s fandom culture like damn, you really brushed up on your talking points already

Friendly rivalry aside, he really does enjoy talking about fandom culture with you and hearing about the things from your world - every story you tell adds a little color into his world

One day, the two of you are leaning on each other, on your phones because of course you are, even if you two are friends, talking still isn’t Idia’s strong suit

That’s when you blurt it out–

“Hey, wanna hear about this game called Persona? It’s a turn-based RPG and…”

Regardless of his response to your question, you ended up babbling away either way. It’s how conversations start between the two of you

You’re speaking so fast, he would have mistaken you for a rapper - or a doppelganger of himself even

Consider him entertained - he finds himself smiling by the end of your yapping and intrigued by your story

He then obviously starts to relate it to something from Twisted Wonderland, passing the listener baton to you

You don’t mind – you can stay there for hours and hours, just going back and forth with your fellow nerdy-ass friend.

Malleus Draconia

This man barely knows how to use a smartphone so you had to be a little patient with him when guiding him through the fandom culture trenches

He’s happy that you trust and cherish him enough to talk about your interests with no reservations or shame – and the feeling is mutual

On a certain weekend, the two of you are hanging out as usual. Chatting as friends would do

You don’t know why but the conversation reminded you of a certain fandom

“It’s kinda like Genshin’s community, I guess. They’re a riot, let me tell you that.”

Oh? What’s a Genshin and why is its community a riot?

You’re glad he asked – because you’ve prepared a 100-slide presentation on the history of the game and its fans

He asks you why and how did you find the time to make that. You tell him to shut up and that it doesn’t matter, he just needs to listen to you

You start and it feels like you’ll never stop – there’s just so much to say and Malleus has so much time in the world

Seeing his reactions to certain events makes you crack up and at times, you’d laugh at his shocked expressions (or sigh exhaustively, depending on the event you’re explaining)

When you finally stop, he gives you a one-man standing ovation. You blush a little at the attention and unexpected reaction but you appreciate his sentiment nonetheless. He tells you that your presentation has been very informative for him

You’re relieved to have been able to get that off your chest… and Malleus is more than ecstatic to relay the information to everyone he’s ever known. You obviously pretend that you had no involvement in his sudden investment of a game from another world.

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bradshawsbitch · 1 year

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best friend | bob floyd x f!reader

a second part

this fic is for @roosterforme 's Valentines Day challenge - #love is in the air tgm! for this fic I chose the song 'You're My Best Friend' by Queen - count on me to make the simpiest song on earth a smidge angsty!

disclaimer; as always with me - I set out to write fluff... and I have to go through the five stages of grief first apparently. this did not turn out quite like I first thought, but I hope you'll like it still! it does have a fluffy ending!

plot; bob has always known he needs you. but perhaps he needs you more than he himself knows?

warnings; fluff with a small preamble of angst, female!reader, no use of y/n, uranium mission, mentions of earlier overconsumption of alcohol, mentions of bloody nose, mentions of throwing up, cursing, cuddling naked (is this a warning? i don't know. it's in there), l-bombs, bob tying your shoes bc heart eyes.

word count; ~3.4K

tagging people who might like; @theharddeck @rhettabbotts @lt-bradshaw @roleycoleyreccenter @sebsxphia @laracrofted @gretagerwigsmuse @hangmanbrainrot @hangmanapologist

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‘you make me live’

Robert Floyd was a very clean-cut man. His glasses, the birth control ones, were neat and tidy on his face, rarely crooked, and rested (a little uncomfortably if he were allowed to complain) against the bridge of his nose. He much preferred his old ones, the ones that he had had as a teenager, horn rimmed and snug and comfortable against his nose. But those had broken during a stint he’d pulled just before he joined the Navy, and thus - birth control goggles it was for him. To be fair he figured it suited his new lifestyle better. Neat. Unassertive.

As a teen, Robert, at that time most known as Robby, was not quite as tidy and neat as he was now. The Robert that you, his best friend, had come to know was definitely on the more rowdy side. He drank quite heavily, and had the occasional smoke as well - something he was fairly certain would shock Hangman’s smirk right off his face if Bob ever wished to shatter the illusion of naivety he’d shouldered.

It would sometimes irk Bob when people at first construed him as meek. Sure, he’d never been the most social butterfly, and meeting new people always seemed a bit daunting no matter how much practice he had. He figured that might be why he had drank so heavily in his late teens. He’d wanted to be able to talk to people and not feel as if he wanted to sink through the floor because he stuttered once.

After every stutter he uttered, Bob cursed up a storm in his head at his own incompetence. He was far from upset though, he was fucking pissed. How was it that he knew exactly what he wanted to say, yet his tongue betrayed him so wholly? It hardly seemed fair that he actually had so much to say, yet didn’t possess the ability to voice it. If people only knew how eloquent he had sounded in his head.

He guessed that’s why he liked you so much. That first time that you met, and Robert’s tongue had done its best to trip him up at every turn, you’d just smiled warmly at him - eyes twinkling with genuine interest as he spoke. The more you gave him your undivided attention, without letting your gaze flicker away from his face, the more confident Bob had grown - as if his mouth and tongue suddenly remembered how to do their jobs properly when he felt more relaxed, and as if he wasn’t in a rush to say what he wished before the recipients focus had been drawn elsewhere.

You had waited patiently, and you’d replied with such care that he felt taken aback that you’d actually remembered most of his monologue. Since then, Bob had barely gone a day without speaking to you. It didn’t matter much what time of day it was, or how long you spoke, or how. Through the phone, via FaceTime or in person, Bob just needed to hear your sweet voice. Needed you like the air he breathed.

It had been that way ever since you met, and you had helped him when he needed it the most. Just before he had managed to make his drinking an unsalvageable problem, you had reminded him that he was valuable without the confidence that beverages lended him.

With you he never felt the need to put on any bravado or show. He had barely touched a drop of alcohol since his nineteenth birthday, and he never felt the urge to start up again. Bob had figured out that people could find him interesting and worthwhile without having the aid of alcohol to loosen his tongue and inhibit his sagacity.

‘whatever this world can give to me, it’s you - you’re all i see’

The world had undoubtedly thrown a few wrenches in Bob’s path. Growing up he’d suffered a lot at the hands of his peers, not really knowing why they felt the need to pick on him in particular. In his mind he didn’t stand out much.

Sure, he might be a bit clumsy sometimes, and he had been a little thinner and ganglier than his fellow classmates - but as he grew that had changed. Now he had defined abs and biceps, and still he didn’t feel entirely comfortable flaunting them on the beach. He preferred to keep a shirt on on the rare occasion he’d make it to the beach, something he knew you didn’t like - but something you didn’t ever push.

Bob was fairly certain most of the people that used to make fun of him had no idea that he was quite sharp, and he was not entirely sure that if he were to explain the intricacies he attended to in the aft seat of the F/A-18F he was usually assigned to, they would most likely come up blank for a response.

Robert was fairly certain anyone could wake him up in the middle of the night and ask him to man the AESA or ATFLIR system and he’d do it half asleep. The only one he’d tried to explain what he did in detail to was you, and only because you had asked and seemed genuinely intrigued - not even his father seemed particularly interested in knowing the heavy weaponry his son was responsible for when Bob tried to talk about it to him when he’d just joined the Navy.

Through any of the hardships Bob went through though, he always had you. You were always just a phone call away, even though Bob preferred to see you in front of him. Robert would never really call himself a liar, he tried his best to always say what was on his mind, no matter the outcome, but he undoubtedly was a liar.

Horribly enough, he was lying to you. And for some time he had definitely lied to himself. He’d almost told you after his situation with Phoenix, that first time he’d have to eject out of a spiraling Super Hornet at such speeds it made him dizzy to think that he’d actually survived.

He had called you from his hospital bed, voice shaking slightly as he reassured you that he was alright - having to bite the insides of his cheeks to keep from sniffling as he heard your teary voice blubbering how worried you’d been when you had gotten the call that his plane had gone down during a training exercise.

He had made you his emergency contact several years ago at that point. And perhaps your soft sobs was what made him keep his confession close to his chest for just a while longer. If you didn’t know, and he didn’t make it home during the upcoming mission - at least you might not suffer too much from the loss of him. Better to lose a best friend than a lover right? That’s what Bob reasoned.

‘whenever this world is cruel to me… i got you to help me forgive’

As Phoenix put the Super Hornet down hard on the deck, Bob shook slightly as he swiftly went through his checklist. He was pretty sure his nose was bleeding, and wave after wave of nausea kept hitting him sporadically. He needed to get out of the jet. He needed to breathe fresh air, and most of all - he needed you. Hurrying down the steps, Bob ran as fast as his legs would carry him to the side of the huge ship, emptying the contents of his stomach into the vastness of the ocean below. They had lost Mav. They had lost Rooster.

What if it had been him and Nat? It just as easily could’ve been. His legs were shaking as the adrenaline from the mission they had just gone through started waning. God, why had he gotten close to any of these people? He knew he had gotten too familiar with all of them after that god damned game day on the beach - he’d told you happily about being perched on Bradley’s shoulders, and you’d laughed and congratulated him on a good game.

The memory sent another wave of nausea through him and he retched again as warm blood dripped down over his cupid's bow. Just as he was about to rush up to the nearest admiral around and get on his knees to beg them to let him call you, Phoenix showed up at his side, her dainty hand - that had just guided them to safety - landing on his shoulder. Not caring in the slightest, Bob quickly wiped his mouth and nose on his sleeve before roughly pulling her into a bone-crushing embrace, her soft words of reassurances falling on deaf ears.

“Thank you, Nat. For getting me back.” Bob had, since he had met Natasha, known she would do everything in her power to make sure he made it back, with or without Maverick’s ‘funeral talks’. He watched his pilot clench her jaw, eyes turning misty as she looked up at him and nodded.

“Likewise,” she said, patting his shoulder again before releasing him swiftly as they both noticed Hangman’s F/A-18E launch off the ship. Nat’s brows were furrowed, and Bob accompanied her as they made their way back towards the others. Fanboy took one look at Bob before offering him a pained look and a baby wipe - Bob knew that Mickey sometimes still threw up after flights, and had them on him at all times just in case.

“You okay, man?” Fanboy spoke softly to the other wizzo, patting Bob’s back as the taller man thanked him and wiped at his nose and mouth. Bob shook his head somberly, wanting to be anywhere else than where he was right now. With a clarity he hadn’t known in a while, he realized that he craved you. Craved your voice, your touch, your embrace. He needed you.

‘you’re the first one when things turn out bad’

If he had been able to teleport himself to your doorstep right now he’d press you so close to his chest, he’d breathe in your scent, he’d let his lips descend upon yours only to let them never leave their new found home, securely against yours. He’d carry you to bed, and he’d use any excuse to keep you snuggled into his side for days and days.

As it was, he had no choice but to stay where he was. Perhaps it was best that he did, otherwise he wouldn’t have known that both Mav and Rooster had made it back alive, if barely. Laying down to sleep that night as the waves rocked the ship, he had never felt so exhausted mentally and physically in his life. It felt as if his very essence had been changed through the emotions and experiences he had had during this day. He couldn’t wait to be home. Home with you.

Bob had decided the second the Super Hornet had landed that day that he would be selfish. He would tell you about the feelings he’d harbored for you for years now. It was better than dying and you never even knowing. Never knowing that you were the only one for him, that you were his sunshine, his very reason for breathing.

‘i’m happy, happy at home’

What Bob hadn’t counted on as he finally was able to make his way towards where people were usually gathered to greet their loved ones, was that you were there. He never had anyone waiting for him, because you lived some ways away, and the rest of his family were all the way over in Montana. Perhaps that’s why he needed to be nudged in the side by Phoenix, the one whom he’d spent the most time showing pictures of you to, before he made out your calls of ‘Robby!’.

His mouth fell open in shock as he saw you sprinting towards him, dropping his duffel bag just in time to be able to catch you in his arms as you barreled into his tall frame. He only had to take a small step back to steady himself, before his arm squeezed hard at your waist and his other cradled the back of your head as he felt you nuzzle into his chest.

He could hardly make out your muffled words, but it did sound an awful lot like his name being repeated over and over again in relief. Relief flooded him too as he took in a shaky breath, overcome by the familiar scent you brought with you. Tears clouded his vision as he pulled you in closer, standing to his full height for a moment, letting your converse clad feet lift off of the pavement.

As the two of you pulled away from one another, he could see tears streaming down your cheeks, and his brows furrowed as he cradled your face between his large palms.

“Sunshine…” Bob breathed out, a lopsided smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. You offered him a teary smile in return. Thumbs soothed over your tear stained cheeks, and Bob took this moment of silence to look you over.

He noticed that in your haste to make it over to him, one of your shoelaces had fallen out of the neat bow you’d no doubt hastily thrown together before leaving to see him. How you’d gotten the information he wasn’t sure, he hadn’t been able to tell you before he left when he’d be back. He figured Phoenix might have something to do with it though. He wondered what she’d told you.

Releasing the hold he had of your face, Robert slowly fell down to kneel by your feet, slowly taking the laces between his nimble fingers, tugging softly to make sure they were tight enough before tying another knot, this time a double bow, to make sure they didn’t fall apart again.

He playfully tugged at the top of the shoe, before he gazed up at you. The expression on your face had his breath leaving his lungs suddenly, and his lips parted in surprise. That look of adoration on your face was so beautiful to him, and to have it directed at him… it was overwhelming.

“Take me home?” you whispered once he had stood to his full height again, and he wasn’t entirely sure what you meant. He had rented a small flat whilst he was going to be stationed here, so he figured that was home for him right now. Maybe home was wherever you were. Maybe you felt the same. He hoped you did. Bob only nodded before confidently grasping your smaller hand in his, lacing his fingers with yours as you steered him towards your car.

The ride back to Bob’s rented flat was mostly silent, except for his soft spoken directions. He had yet to let go of your hand, thankful for your automatic car. His thumb stroked over your knuckles, maybe more to soothe himself than you. He felt like he needed to feel your skin against his own, make sure you were real. Make sure he was real too.

Getting out of the car, Bob swiftly moved to open your door, his hands on your waist the moment you stood up.

“Robby,” you whispered, emotions unknown lacing your tone. Bob couldn’t do this here. Not on the driveway. He ushered you to the door, unlocking it and steering you inside without uttering a word.

“You’re my best friend,”

Bob spoke slowly, letting his cerulean eyes map out your face, every single familiar feature a thing of beauty. Heaving a deep sigh, he again let his palm rest against your cheek as you gazed up at him, that look of adoration still present.

“I love you, sunny,” Bob confessed, his voice breaking at the end of his sentence, overcome by the fact that he might not have made it home to tell you that. You licked your lips as more tears fell from your eyes.

“Phoenix told me you almost didn’t make it home to me,” you replied shakily. He averted his gaze, but you stepped closer, your chest now resting against his own. It forced him to look down at you again, god, you were so close.

“How could you have left me without telling me that beforehand? I’ve–” you trailed off, a sob shaking you softly. Bob furrowed his brows, letting his arms wound around you to hold you steady against him.

“I’ve loved you my whole life… ever since I first heard you speak, I’ve loved you,” you cried “as more than a friend. I’ve wanted to be yours for so long, Robby,” Bob groaned, pulling you into a tight embrace, tucking your face into the crook of his neck as his lips found the top of your head.

“Sunny… you’re mine. You’ve always been mine. And I’ve always been yours. I’m sorry–” his voice broke again “I’m sorry it took me so long to tell you. I never in a million years figured I’d be good enough for you,” his voice was raw with emotion, a raspy and deep quality to it that had you momentarily dizzy.

You thought you had heard every iteration of Robert’s voice that there was. Sleepy Robby, angry Robby, sweet Robby, sad Robby… nothing compared to this. Nothing.

“You stupid, stupid man,” you chastised him, a teary laugh falling from your lips as you broke free from his embrace. Bob had the decency to look bashful as he chuckled, thumb stroking over your cheek again. Your own hand raised, fingertips ghosting over his cheeks, the harsh feel of his stubble unusual for you. Your exploration continued slowly, before your thumb graced Bob’s lower lip, hearing his breath stutter in his throat.

“Kiss me, Robby,” you spoke softly, glancing up at those cerulean eyes you loved so much. The groan that left Bob was otherworldly to you as he cupped your face in between his palms, his warm lips descending upon yours as your eyes fluttered closed.

Bob could swear he’d never felt anything like it as his lips were met with your warm and plump ones, moving so slowly and deliciously against his own, small sighs making him a little crazy. He couldn’t get enough of the feeling. You felt like home. Hesitantly, Bob let his tongue wet your bottom lip, and the way you let him deepen the kiss had another groan leaving his lips as your tongue met his slowly.

“I never want to leave you again,” Bob leaned his forehead against yours as his eyelids squeezed shut.

“Then don’t,” you let a soft giggle escape from you. Bob only smiled, before he bent down, letting his hands rest on the backs of your thighs as he hoisted you into his arms.

“I need snuggles and I need them now,” he simply said as he walked you into his bedroom, carefully helping remove your shoes before he planted you in the middle of the comfortable bed. Removing his own shoes, Bob stripped out of his khaki uniform, leaving him in only his boxers - something you had certainly seen before, but something beautiful nonetheless.

He moved to climb onto the bed with you, but you held up your palm, stopping him momentarily as you wiggled out of your jeans and your top - needing to feel Bob’s skin against yours.

Bob offered you the softest of smiles before he laid down beside you, keeping a small distance between your bodies, not wanting to make the first move at touching you. Rolling your eyes, you muttered “silly man” before promptly draping your thigh over his, letting your stomach and chest snuggle close into his warm skin, your head resting against his neck.

“Thank God,” Bob sighed, kissing your forehead as his strong arms wrapped around your midsection, his fingers tracing patterns on your bare skin. The same fingers that only hours ago had frantically manned the countermeasures and systems needed to get out safely. Bob squeezed his eyes shut before he took a shuddering deep breath.

“Hey, you’re here with me, Robby,” you spoke softly, resting your chin against his chest. “You’re here and you’re mine and I love you so much,” you continued, your fingers raking through his neat hair. He managed a smile, and his body relaxed against yours as he mirrored your movements.

“I’m here… and I’m yours, and I love you,” he repeated slowly, leaning against his forearm as he reached to kiss you again, one hand resting comfortably at the back of your head as his lips moved with yours. He felt your lips turn upwards into a soft smile against his own, and when you broke away from him, he let out a relieved sigh as he fell back against the pillows, eyes closed.

He smiled as he felt you climb on top of him, curling up on his chest, your head resting comfortably on his sternum, your thighs encompassing his hips. His palm softly stroked up and down your spine, and he swore he could almost hear you purring like a cat at his touch.

Soft kisses were shared between whispered words of comfort and love, and Bob had never thought he could be this lucky, to have his best friend dozing off against his chest, her kisses and her love soothing his rattled soul.

‘oh, you’re my best friend’

#bob floyd x reader #robert bob floyd x reader #robert floyd x reader #bob floyd x you #bob floyd fluff #bob floyd fanfiction #my writing #love is in the air tgm

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Crazier • Pt. 2

wc: 8.8k (but totally worth it i PROMISE)

pairing: mcu!peter parker x reader

a/n: part two is here! she's a little long but i swear i've never had so much fun writing and editing a fic so i promiseeee its totally worth it !!! i love this one so much so please pleaseee let me know what you think ! i love talking to you guys (i feel the need to tell yall this is totally a PETER x reader fic you’ll understand but DONT WORRY ITS JUST FOR PLOT BRO)

warning: literally nothing, a few f-bombs, and kids going psycho (in the best way) at school

read part 1 here

The weird, auto-tuned, voice startled you and made you turn around, wiping your eyes so you could see clearly. When you saw who it was you rubbed your eyes again for good measure because there was no way.

"Huh?" you said meekly, mentally slapping face palming for acting so dumb in front of New York's hero.

His head tilted and his masked face shifted in what you could only guess was a grin, "I said can I walk you home? It's pretty dark and I don't really trust the streets and, trust me, I would know. Plus, your crying and being distracted is really dangerous."

"I'm not crying," you were, in fact, crying. It was obvious to both of you. Your red eyes and pink stuffy nose, despite trying to fight the tears so you could get home, only came in harder.

"Ok well I'm just gonna ignore the fact that you're totally lying and ask again, can I walk you home?" despite there being a weird robotic tinge to his voice, you thought he sounded desperate. Plus you didn't really think he'd take a 'no' as an answer. Or if you were even allowed to give him that answer, he was a superhero after all.

So you nodded and his entire posture seemed to relax when you hadn't even realized he seemed tense. Wow, he must take his job seriously. You started walking, silently leading the way as he followed right beside you.

"Can I ask why you're crying?"

"You just did," you replied flatly not really meaning to sound so mean despite the tone you had used.

You sighed, "Shit, I'm sorry Mr. Spider-Man, here you are being all nice trying to make sure I get home all right and I'm being a total ass."

"No it's all right, you don't have to answer if you don't want to I just wanted to make sure everything was alright," his tone was soft, and somehow, despite not knowing him at all, you felt like you could trust him.

"I broke up with my boyfriend," you whispered and you weren't really sure if he would catch it, but he did.

"He must've been real stupid for you to do that, huh?"

You laughed. "God yes," your humor died down and your face fell, "but he was a great boyfriend, y'know, just...before he wasn't."

You passed the cafe that was near your apartment building when he asked, "What'd he do that made you snap?"

You were silent for a minute, debating whether you should answer that or not when you finally stopped in front of your building making him pause beside you as well.

"Well we're here," you slapped your hands together as you stood there awkwardly.

"Yeah, yeah. Um, maybe we could chat again sometime, totally friendly, of course," he added the last part rushed, waving his hands slightly. It made you laugh genuinely this time.

"Sure bug boy, I hang out on the roof a lot." you could actually use a friend to talk to after today. "If you're ever swinging by and you see me, you should stop to say hey."

"Really," Peter felt weird, you two had always sat on your apartment roof together, climbing up from your fire escape. And now he'd never get the chance to do it again. Not as Peter at least, but here you were inviting Spider-Man to hang out with you again.

He decided he'd take what he could get.

You smiled slightly and turned around to go inside when he spoke up again, "Wait how does tonight sound?" He asked, and if you didn't know any better you might even say he sounded nervous. That only made you smile more.

"Tonight sounds great," you said., "Oh. And thanks for walking me home. I really appreciate it." You shoot him one last smile before finally turning around and getting inside.

Despite it being dark on your way home, it wasn't that late, it was just winter. You started your homework and worked swiftly, not giving in to any of the distractions you usually did. You wanted to be completely free tonight. Maybe befriending Spider-Man would help improve your grades too.

When the clock struck 9 p.m. and your parents went to bed, you closed your door and silently locked it before walking over to the window and pushing it open.

You grabbed a book and headed up, deciding to read until he got there. It was freezing despite the big sweater you were wearing. After waiting five minutes and him still being a no-show, you decided to go make some tea.

Making your way down, you made two mugs of tea as quietly as you could without waking anyone in the apartment. It didn't take long and soon enough you were carefully making your way up the fire escape again, trying your best not to spill any of the hot liquid.

While you were focused on steadily moving so you didn't spill your drinks, you didn't notice the masked hero sitting on the ledge.

"There you are," his voice startled you but, miraculously, the tea didn't spill, "I've been waiting for like, forever." You had a feeling he rolled his eyes.

"Oh shut up," you handed him a mug, "I was just up here dumbass. But it got cold so I decided to make us something hot."

He used his free hand to put a finger on his chin, tilting his head, as if in thought, "Having trouble deciding if I should be offended you called me a dumbass or flattered that you made me a cup of tea."

You laughed out loud and he felt his heart flutter, the sound a nice contrast to the yelling that had gone down between you two earlier that day.

"Wait so I never got your name," he asked in fake interest. Obviously, he didn't need you to tell him. But you didn't know that.

"Y/N. what's yours?" you asked innocently and it was his turn to laugh. "Ha! Nice try," he joked and you just shrugged.

"Whatcha reading?" He pointed towards the book you had brought up with you, "Business or pleasure?"

You laughed, and grabbed the book, "Definitely pleasure. It's my favorite actually. I've read it too many times to count."

His heart fell a little. Your favorite? How did he not know that? He remembered the cover though..or maybe just the color scheme of it. The more he thought about it the more he realized he didn't really remember the book at all. God, he really couldn't blame you for ending things.

"Can you tell me about it," he asked softly. He loved it when you went on about a topic you loved and all the facial expressions and hand motions that came with your storytelling.

"Are you kidding? I can write a 20-page essay about this book," you scoffed lightly, "but I really don't wanna bore you so it's okay."

"No way! I asked, so how would you bore me. Tell me about it, maybe I'll pick it up from the next bookstore I pass."

So you did. You went on and on about certain themes that stood out to you while reading, and how important some lessons were. You showed him your annotations and notes and he realized you really weren't joking about the '20-page-essay' quip.

He loved the way you were so passionate about the subject and all the thought you'd put into this. But seeing you like this made him realize something, it'd been so long since you'd been like this with him. Now that he thought about it, he couldn't really remember the last time you'd gone on one of these little rants with him.

Some time while you were talking you'd both finished your tea (him only pulling up his mask to the tip of his nose, taking a sip, and quickly bringing it back down. he didn't wanna risk anything), setting the cups far to the side.

He let you finish before talking, "Wow that's a lot to take in, am I the only person who's been fortunate enough to have this wisdom passed onto them?"

You laughed, "Kinda, yeah."

That shocked him a little, at least if you hadn't shared it with him he thought you might've talked about it with MJ. He might not have known much (apparently) but he knew how much you loved to talk about a book after you read it, whether you liked it or not. And the fact that this was your favorite and you'd read it multiple times and hadn't shared it with anyone was weird to him.

"Really? How come? Are your friends not into reading," he asked, trying to be subtle.

You just shrugged, "I don't really have friends," he made a sound of disbelief which made you chuckle before continuing, "I mean obviously I have friends in the traditional sense of the word but I'm not close enough with anyone to just speak my thoughts like that, y'know?"

He tried, he really did, but he could feel the hurt coursing through him, did you never feel comfortable enough around him?

"Really? you seem like the kind of person who has too many friends. What about your boyfriend?"

"ex-boyfriend," you corrected him bitterly, and it left him wondering if you felt that same pang of hurt adding those two extra letters that changed everything.

"Right," he said quietly, "but still, did you never feel comfortable enough around him?" He knew it wasn't his place to ask you such questions, hell it wasn't his place to be talking to you at all, you had made that clear, but he couldn't help it. He couldn't just leave you alone to walk home alone, hurt, and in the dark. And now, he really wanted to know what your answer to his question would be.

You wanted to make a joke about how he was really going at it with the questions but you didn't have it in you. So you just thought about it a little before answering, "Well of course I was comfortable with him, at one point I guess, he wasn't just my boyfriend he was my best friend. And I guess that's what really sucks the most about the breakup.

"He was the only person I shared anything with but it just got to the point where I used to try and talk about anything and he'd just blow me off. It happened a few times before I just stopped altogether, it hurt too much when it felt like he didn't care. I stopped and it was like 'If I don't say anything, I can't get hurt'. If I didn't talk then I wouldn't feel that rejection again and I always had the little part in the back of my brain that said 'Of course he cares but don't say anything, just in case.'

"He's a busy guy, and I get that, I really do. I just never thought he'd get so busy he wouldn't care about me anymore."

You hadn't realized how close you'd come to tears until you felt yourself sniffle, "Shit, sorry," you laughed bitterly, "I didn't mean to get emotional, it's whatever now, it's over."

Peter heard his heart crack. Saying he felt terrible was an understatement. He felt horrendous that he made you feel that way, even worse that he didn't even realize that he did until you just said so.

"God I'm so sorry," he said, his voice feeling weak and he was extra thankful for the new voice-changer he'd been using lately. "He sounds like a total jerk." He was, he definitely was.

You force a little smile, "Oh well," you shrugged, "we'll both move on."

But deep down, neither of you believed that.

You had a long night. Turns out your city's hero had a lot more to him than you'd originally thought. He was extremely funny, always making little remarks about everything, and he was a great listener. Not a boring one either, he asked questions and seemed genuinely interested in what you were saying.

It was the main thing on your mind that day that you almost forgot the problem at hand. Almost.

Going back to school was something you were dreading. You didn't want to see Peter at all, just thinking about it was totally ruining your mood.

You arrived and headed straight for MJ's locker. You tapped her shoulder, "Heyyyy," you said, making her narrow her eyes at you.

"What happened," she deadpanned and you sighed. You rubbed the bridge of your nose just making her more skeptical.

"Peter and I broke up." You said softly, not meeting her eyes. If you had, you would've seen they were filled with rage.

"What," she asked lowly making you look up. You two were good friends but you didn't really think she'd care much, just because MJ wasn't the best at showing emotions like that.

"Yeah, yesterday after rehearsal I broke up with him. He pushed it too far," you shrugged trying to put it off as nothing but she could see right through your charade.

"C'mere," she slammed her locker shut and interlocked your arms together making you smile in delight. This was so unlike her and you were going to enjoy every moment.

It was like that, your elbows locked together, you beaming and her with a dead-set look on her face as you headed for first period. You were so caught up in the joy of MJ being a little touchy-feely for once that you didn't realize she wasn't actually headed towards class but instead down the hall towards the locker of your ex.

Luckily you caught on while you were still a few feet away, dragging her to a stop in the student-packed hall.

"Hey, hey, hey. What do you think you're doing?" You looked at her, raising an eyebrow.

She shrugged nonchalantly. "Going to chew out your ex-boyfriend for being a dick," she said as if it were obvious.

You snuck a glance at him just in time to see him swerving his head opposite direction. So, he had definitely seen you. You shook your head, "Mj you can't do that, you'll scare him so bad you'll send him into cardiac arrest."

She cracked a smile at that until she looked in his direction and her face fell again, "No way. I'm gonna beat him into a pulp I swear-"

"Michelle," she tensed as you used her full name, "I'm fine. In fact, I broke up with him." Her shoulders deflated. "I'm not letting him off the hook that easily," she mumbled and you nodded, not really expecting her to. "I'm gonna give him the death stare all day long." She continued.

"And I'm sure he'll turn to stone by the end of the day," you said reassuringly. Her face lifted a little.

"But if he even tries to pull some stupid shit, I will not hesitate," she gave you a look that said 'this is the one thing you have no say over' and you nodded again. Anything as long as she didn't approach him and embarrass the three of you in the crowded school hallways.

She seemed satisfied with that answer, and so you both turned around to actually get to class this time but not before you snuck another glance at Peter who, for some reason, was looking a little paler than a few seconds ago. Even a little..scared? Maybe he heard MJ's threats, you humored yourself, turning your head away from him again. But that was impossible because the halls were way too crowded for him to have overheard you both. Not to mention you were still a ways away from him.

The rest of the day went by easier than you thought it would, with extremely minimal interactions with Peter. none, in fact, after the MJ incident (who had stuck by your side all day like your own personal bodyguard).

Of course, it might've been because you were avoiding him. You knew his schedule well and you knew where he'd be at almost all hours of the day. Even in your shared classes, you'd charmed some other students into switching seats with you so you didn't have to sit beside him anymore.

There was no rehearsal today so you dragged MJ to get ice cream with you, despite her initial refusal. You just needed a distraction, you didn't feel like going home and drowning in your thoughts for the rest of the day so you were gonna stall as much as you could.

You paid for your ice creams and MJ chose a booth in the back for you both to sit at. Once upon a time, you all used to come here as a group (you, MJ, Ned, and Peter) and sometimes just you and Peter alone on simple dates. The memories hurt to think about so you pushed them aside trying to only focus on the sweetness of your chocolate ice cream.

"So why'd you do it," MJ asked bluntly. You looked at her and furrowed your brows, not knowing what she meant.

She sighed, "Why'd you break up with him? I can see how down in the dumps you've been all day, you clearly didn't want to do it, so why did you?" She didn't ask it in a nosy manner, just simply, as if she were asking you for today's date.

You exhaled slowly, trying to buy yourself time because as much as you didn't want to answer her question, you had to. You felt as if you owed her that much with how extra kind and supportive she was acting today, despite that going against her usual personality. And plus, she was your friend so she should know.

"You know how he was MJ, I always told you," you sighed. You look down and start picking at your nails. "He just promised that he'd be there for one of my rehearsals claiming that, since they meant so much to me, he should go to one. And even though I kept telling him no and that he probably wouldn't be able to make it, he promised,

"He promised, and he still couldn't show up. So it just made me start thinking, and if he can't keep his word with simple things like that, how can I trust him with bigger things like a relationship? All the other times he's bailed on me, no explanation, and I'd just feel so stupid and hurt after getting stood up again. And I just snapped I guess."

MJ nodded solemnly as the bell above the door rang. Just out of curiosity, you looked up from your ice cream and you immediately wished you hadn't because walking in was Peter and Ned.

"Speak of the devil," you muttered as you buried your head down, letting your hair cover your face. MJ gave you a confused look before turning around and seeing just what you were talking about. She muttered a few profanities before grabbing your hand and dragging you up by your wrist.

As soon as you stood up two pairs of eyes landed on the both of you and before you could even think about where to run away, Ned was heading towards you with Peter right at his heels.

You cringed and MJ stood up straighter and tensed. You put a hand on her shoulder to remind her to relax and not turn on 'kill mode' yet.

"Hey guys," Ned said smiling big and for a second you thought maybe Peter didn't tell him about the breakup. Until you saw him send a not-so-subtle slap to the back of his shoulder but Ned ignored it.

"Hey Ned," you said softly giving him a tight smile and avoiding Peter's eyes despite feeling them burning holes into your skin. MJ just stood stiffly.

"Funny running into you guys here huh? Me and Pete just came here for a little treat, y'know we need a pick-me-up after that math quiz," he laughed and you forced a small chuckle. You two seemed to be the only ones trying, Peter was just staring at you the whole time and MJ was glaring at him, waiting for him to try something so she had an excuse to pounce.

"Say, aren't you in the same class Y/N? How was the test for you," he asked, clearly trying to keep the conversation flowing but as you opened your mouth to answer, someone else did.

"Well, this has been just great. Not," MJ said which made heat rush to your face. As uncomfortable as you were, you never wanted to be rude to them, especially Ned. He had done nothing wrong and he was only being nice.

"But Y/N and I have plans to be elsewhere so see ya later Leeds. And Parker, you might want to blink before your eyeballs dry out, not that I'd mind," she muttered the last part but you all still heard it so you sent a slap to her arm. She just shrugged as you turned towards Ned, still avoiding even looking at Peter, "Yea it was nice to see you Ned but we do have somewhere to be so we should catch up some other time," you tried more politely.

"Yeah, of course," he sent you another smile as MJ dragged you by your arm out the door and you waved lamely at him. You both stopped as the door closed behind you. you inhaled deeply, trying to calm your nerves.

"Oh my fuck, that was stressful," you muttered.

MJ gave you a sympathetic look before gesturing to follow her, "Come on, let's find somewhere else to hang out."

you followed her and looked into the window of the shop where you saw Peter and Ned hunched over whispering about something. probably about how awkward that interaction was.

"Come on y/n, pleaseeeeeee," Lexi begged, giving you big, wide, puppy dog eyes.

It was the next day after school and you were currently being bombarded by the whole cast and crew to play a big round of truth or dare with them.

So they sent Lexi to convince you, knowing how close you two were. And also how stubborn she was.

"But we have work to do," you whined pathetically. "Y/N honestly everything is done. and plus, we have one more rehearsal before opening night so if we did miss anything, which we didn't, we'll get it done that day," someone else from the crowd yelled, the rest yelling in agreement.

They were especially laying it on you because Mrs. Lightbody was absent today, leaving you in charge alone.

"Y/N/N, what are you even worrying about," Lexi asked, "you have everything memorized down to a 't'. Like, honestly, if any one of us had to bail last minute you could totally take over because I know you have every part of the script memorized." Everyone else was laughing in agreement and you looked down knowing it was true.

"I mean, come on, isn't truth or dare such a 'seventh grade' kinda game," you tried for measly, knowing that what she said was true, almost everything was ready for the big day and the minor stuff left could be taken care of at the last rehearsal.

"Well if you don't wanna play truth or dare we can always do something else," Lexi offered, giddy at the fact that you might actually agree.

"How about a scavenger hunt," someone suggested.

"Yeah! Me and Jack can write up a bunch of lists of tasks to do and items to gather. It'll take us less than 10 minutes," Lacy offered.

Everyone looked around and you finally spoke up, "Sure why not," you gave in and everyone started cheering, some even whistling, "A bunch of kids running around an empty school? What could go wrong?" you told them, the whole group laughing loud.

Everyone lounged around for a few minutes while Lacy and Jack laid out somewhere on the stage, pulling out a bunch of empty papers and started writing on them. You watched as Jack said something that made Lacy laugh, making a blush form on his cheeks. it had once been like that with me and Peter, you thought, but you tried not to let that bitter feeling seep in again.

As if sensing your distress, Lexi came over and wrapped an arm around your shoulders, "Hey," she said softly, "maybe this'll be good for you, y'know. You work really hard and you need something to forget about that Parker kid for once. so let's go wild and run around the school a bit." you smiled, thinking about how ridiculous this whole thing really was and how Mrs. Lightbody would endlessly scold you if she ever found out. but you also couldn't help the excitement bubbling in you. this sounded like a lot of fun.

"Yea, you're right," you agreed and you both lounged out on the stairs on the side of the stage until Jack stood up on the center stage and whistled, gathering everyone's attention.

he waited, Lacy beside him holding a bunch of paper scraps, until everyone was close until he began, "Fellow children of theater," he started dramatically, "I hold before you midtown's very first, annual, theater games." everyone cheered and clapped.

"You may gather into groups, as many as you like, just no more than four to a group, please. Now if you will, sort yourselves, and once your group is ready, come grab the paper that will have your tasks from Lady Lacy." He finished and motioned to Lacy who took a bow and everyone clapped once more. Man, you were gonna miss these kids once this play was over.

you and Lexi decided that you were just going to go together but as you were getting ready to get up on stage, Brad Davis approached you two.

"Hey," he greeted with that charming smile of his. Lexi greeted him while you waved silently beside her.

"Mind if I join you two," he asked the both of you, but his eyes were only on you, searching for your reaction to his question.

"Of course Brad," Lexi said, being the overly polite person she was. He nodded but he was still looking at you hopefully so you decided to answer, "Of course, you can join us," you smiled slightly. "After all, three minds are better than two. And I'm sure we'll need the extra help with whatever those two have planned for us," you motioned to the two leaders of this event, making Brad and Lexi laugh.

The three of you made your way to Jack and Lacy to grab a list of tasks. You approached them, "Hey Lace, can we grab a sheet?"

"Of course," she said sweetly. She grabbed a paper then looked down and laughed lowly. you all looked at her confused and she just ignored you, turning to nudge Jack. He didn't help your confusion when he looked at the paper and burst out laughing.

"What? What is it," Lexi asked, stepping forward. Lacy shook her head, "It's nothing, it's just," she laughed a little more, "me and Jack sorta wrote this one as a joke, the tasks on here are hella extreme, and frankly," she looked at you, "I don't know if you can handle it Y/N."

You must've looked taken aback because she quickly added, "I mean no offense, honestly you're so smart that if I had to choose anyone to actually complete these I'd choose you."

"Then why don't you think I can handle it," you crossed your arms and raised an eyebrow. "Well I know you're a stickler for the rules," she started, "and these break basically all of them."

"Lemme see that," you snatched the paper out of her hand and read it. well, you started to read it, but after seeing the first two tasks, you stopped.

You looked up to see her and Jack fighting off smiles. "I can totally get another one for you for you," she started to reach for the paper but you yanked it out of her grasp. "No, no, no. I'm doing this," you stated.

She and Jack exchanged a look, "are you sure," he asked you weakly. You raised your head and put on a defiant look, you loved proving people wrong, "Yes."

You walked away, Brad and Lexi close on your heels, only stopping in front of the auditorium door.

"Can I see it," Lexi asked? You nodded, handed her the paper, and watched as she read through it. Her eyes widened every time she read something on the list, Brad reading over her shoulder.

"Y/N, I love you but you're crazy," she said. You went to reply to her but just then, Jack was at the center of the stage again.

"Everyone has a task card, each group will try their hardest to complete all the tasks they were given. We will meet up here in an hour and a half and the winning group will be treated properly." He looked down to set up a timer on his phone. "But there is a trick to this," he paused for dramatic effect, "there's is an obstacle my partner and I have withheld from you all,

"We are, in fact, not alone in the school. There was a teacher meeting to be held after school hours and we have a few stranglers still wandering the halls. So you must be careful not to get caught," he smirked and you feel more of that excitement rush through you. You could really use the adrenaline rush this would definitely bring.

He looked up, holding his phone up for everyone to see, his thumb hovering over the green button that would start the timer, "Let the games commence!" he yelled as his thumb hit the button, the numbers already starting to go down quickly as kids started rushing out the doors.

"Oh my god, we are so gonna get caught," Lexi whined, making you laugh. "Well, we aren't gonna win with that attitude, come on Lex, live a little."

"Yeah what she said," Brad laughed and stepped forward to hold the door open for the both of you.

"Such a gentleman," you muttered as you stuck your head out to look down the halls both ways before grabbing Lexi's hand and dragging her after you.

"Read the first one Lex," you whispered as you scouted the halls for any sign of movement.

"'Bring back a lightbulb that is currently being used in one of the rooms in the building'," she read off the paper.

You thought for a second, "Most of the school uses tube lights so where can we get a light bulb?"

The three of you were quiet for a second before Brad piped up, "The library has ceiling fans that use lightbulbs," he suggested, but it sounded more like a question.

You clapped him on the shoulder, "Brad you're a genius." His face seemed to light up at your compliment.

The three of you headed towards the library, running into a few other kids who were also trying to complete their lists.

You quietly opened the doors and motioned for Lexi and Brad to stay behind as you made sure there were no librarians or teachers present. Once you were positive the coast was clear, you let them in and went towards the ceiling fan furthest in the back, in case anyone walked in.

You stood up on the table but you couldn't reach, "Brad, you're tall. Get up here," you instructed and he followed.

"I have a better idea," and before you could ask what it was, he picked you up by the waist and lifted you up to where you could easily unscrew it.

You carefully twisted it until the light gave out and the warm glass fell into your hands. You looked down at Brad, who was still holding you, and smiled, "Thank you."

He smiled back and let you down, both of you stepping off the table. Lexi clapped lightly, "Ok first task done," she grabbed a pen from her pocket and crossed it out. As soon as she lifted the pen from the paper you heard a door close.

You all looked at each other panicked. You brought a finger up to your lips and quietly tiptoed your way between the shelves, leading them to the back exit.

Everything was going smoothly until Lexi accidentally bumped into a chair making it fall to the floor, the metal making a loud noise. You all froze in your tracks as the school's librarian's voice rang out, "Hello? Who's there?"

Quickly thinking, you handed them the lightbulb and ushered both of them to the other side of the shelf as her footsteps sounded closer and closer. Once they were completely hidden from your view you pretended to browse the books on the shelf just as Ms. Smith approached you.

"Oh Y/N, it's just you. What're doing here so late," she asked, her scratchy voice prickling your skin.

"Um well, as you may know, I'm directing the school play that's performing this Friday," you said. She nodded for you to go on, still looking suspicious.

"There's actually a rehearsal today and I managed to find some time to sneak away to the library to get a book," you continued, having no idea where you were going with this.

"You came here this late just to get a book? You know the library is closed at this time of day dear, it's only open during school hours," she said, still sounding suspicious so you knew you had to bring out the big guns.

You sighed looking down, trying your hardest to seem heartbroken, "Well you see Ms. Smith, my boyfriend broke up with me and I just really needed to get lost in a good book to forget how hurt I am," you forced your voice to crack and looked away wiping your eyes from nothing.

"At the 'Greek Mythology' section," she questioned, and you almost faltered. But you were too committed.

You nodded, your lip quivering, "he always used to tell me stories of the Greek myths. And the story of Orpheus and Eurydice," you let out a choked sob. "it's so romantic."

She ate. it. up. "Why yes it is, it's one of my favorites actually. Well, you take your time dear," she rubbed your shoulder as you buried your face into your hands, "and let me know if you need anything else, alright? I'll be up at the front desk."

You just sobbed harder until she left. Once you were sure she was gone, you moved your hands away from your face, which was bone dry.

You went behind the shelf to find Brad and Lexi shuffled together. You had to hold your laughter until you exited into the halls.

You grabbed Lexi's hands and laughed, "Did you see how she totally bought that?"

Lexi laughed with you, "You were really good Y/N, I almost bought it too! And the fake crying? Absolutely genius."

"Yea Y/N, I almost thought you were fresh out of a breakup," Brad added and you laughed again. "That part is actually true," you inform him, "everything else though, was a part of the bit. Peter doesn't know the first thing about Greek mythology let alone the story of Orpheus and Eurydice." you laugh.

"Oh? So Parker's out of the picture," he asked and you just nodded as you read the next task on the paper, not noticing his smile.

You were dead set on doing everything on this list

A little over an hour had passed. You and Brad were currently busy unscrewing one of the circular seats from a cafeteria table. Of course, you had no tools so you had to improvise. You found that if you bent a bobby pin just the right way, it'll do the trick.

You kept twisting the bobby pin until you heard a clattering sound as the last screw fell off. Brad held up the seat as the three of you grinned. You were so gonna win this.

You stood up and opened up the bag with the rest of your supplies as Brad added your new prize. You had stolen a trash bag from the janitor's closet to hold everything for you. As the three of you walked down the hallways holding the most random collection of things, you spoke up, "Lex, what's next on the list?"

She looked down and the smile that was previously on her face quickly disappeared as she seemed to pale a little. "Oh no," she muttered.

"What? What is it," you asked as you all stopped in your tracks.

"It's the last one," she said and you smiled, happy that you'd made it this far.

"Ok so what's the problem," you asked, not really seeing what she was getting at. "Out of everything on this list," she started, "this is the one that will for sure get us expelled."

You and Brad exchanged a look, "Hit me with it."

"We have to steal the principal's desk chair."

"Those little shits," you muttered, your hands clenching into fists. "So that's it right? I mean, we got everything else on here, we don't have to win. We made it further than any of us thought we would," she said but you were already shaking your head.

"We have to win, we are going to win," you were so determined to win this stupid game and you weren't even sure why.

Lexi looked up, closed her eyes, and brought her hands up together, "Dear god, I'm too young to die. my parents would kill me."

Brad laughed as you headed down the hall towards the principal's office. Once you reached where you could see it, you crouched, the others right beside you.

the walls on his side of the office were glass and you could see Principal Morita sitting at his desk. You sighed and turned to face your partners, "I have a plan but it's a little crazy."

"Oh please, this whole thing has been more than a little crazy, just hit us with it Y/L/N," Lexi whispered.

"Ok one of us will have to lure him out while the other two wait behind the door. While he's in the hallway and whoever's with him is keeping him distracted, the other two sneak into the office, roll the chair out the other door, and wait around the corner. Once we're done and completely secure, we send some sort of signal and he's free to go back in."

You were unsure, it was a little all over the place and really risky but they were both nodding at you. "Ok I can distract him, I know exactly what to talk to him about," Lexi offered and you laughed.

You looked at Brad, "Guess it's you and me." You started crawling to the other side of the hall, careful to stay low so Morita wouldn't see you.

"Yup," he muttered, "your regular Bonnie and Clyde." You held in a laugh as you got situated on the brick wall at the side of the office, made sure you were out of view from the door, and motioned for Lexi to go ahead.

She took a deep breath and knocked on the door, the sound ringing out loud in the quiet hallway. It didn't take long before the door opened and was held right in between you and your school's principal.

"Um, yes, may I help you," you heard him ask.

"Sorry to bother you sir, but I really needed to talk to you about something," Lexi said desperately. "Ok why don't you go ahead and take a seat in my office," he offered. "NO," she cleared her throat, knowing she had said that too loud, "what is mean is, no I can't I'm kind of in a hurry." You heard her take a few steps back. "We should just speak out here."

Mr. Morita followed her, letting go of the door as he stepped forward but Brad grabbed the handle before it could close. He held it open for you as you crawled in and he followed behind before quietly shutting it after him.

You two crawled up to his office careful not to be seen since this side of his office wall was made of glass. Currently, his back was to you and Brad while Lexi was facing you but was careful not to let her eyes wander and betray her.

"Ok," you silently opened the door, "we'll need to pick it up until we round the corner because the noise of it rolling would definitely catch his attention."

"Alright I can handle that," Brad said as he grabbed the legs of the chair and stood up but you motioned for him to stop. You moved out the door and peeked your head around the wall the tiniest bit. You saw Lexi passionately going on about something and from what you could see of Morita, he looked a little uncomfortable. You made a mental to ask her later what she was going on about. Once you were sure that Mr. Morita wouldn't see you, you stuck your hand and made a 'shooing' motion.

You weren't sure if Lexi would see it or not but she must've seen it from the corner of her eye because she moved so that she was facing the hallway you had to go down head-on, making Morita turn even more as he listened to whatever it was she was rambling about.

Now, with his back directly towards you and the new direction you were headed, you both left the office and you silently shut the door. Brad quietly put down the chair, "Get on," he ordered. You looked at him a little confused as he tried again, "Come on, it'll be fun."

Hell, you'd already done way crazier things today than you ever thought you would. One more couldn't hurt. So you sat on the chair as he picked it up and walked down the hall. You had to hold in your laughter.

Once he turned the corner he set you down, stuck his head out, and shot Lexi a thumbs up. Less than a minute later, she approached you guys. "Go before he sees us," she whisper-yelled.

You were still sitting in the seat and Brad took it upon himself to push you through the halls. It was such a rush, laughing in the chair with your hair flying around you, two of your newest best friends right behind you. It was one of those moments that you knew right then and there how special it was and how much you cherish it in the years to come, all the moments from today actually. You never would've participated in something like this. Ever. It was fun to be pushed out of your comfort zone, to loosen up a bit. And it was especially fun to do it with these two.

You all arrived at the side doors of the auditorium breathless, you from laughter and Brad and Lexi from the running and laughter.

"Oh. my. GOD. I can't believe we actually pulled that off," Lexi said, smacking her forehead, eyes wide.

"Hell yeah, we did," you looked at Brad and grinned as you held out your hand for a high-five. "Lex," you turned towards her, "time?"

She looked down at her watch, "Ten minutes before the deadline," she smiled. She opened the door for the three of you and you all walked inside, extremely proud of yourselves.

The auditorium was empty, to your surprise, with only you three and Lacy and Jack working on something up on stage. You all walked up the steps, "Hey guys," you spoke up.

They looked up a little confused hearing your voice, "Oh hey Y/N," Jack said, "done already?" you nodded casually and looked down picking at your nails, peeking up to see the shocked expressions on their faces.

"No way," Lacy whispered, "there's no fucking way you could've done all that." She said, louder this time.

You looked up, as if in thought, and put a hand on your chin, "Really lace?" Brad brought up the bag, he had stashed it in a hallway while you did your little office heist and the chair. "Cause I thought I just did," you smirked.

They stood with their mouths agape while the three of you just grinned at each other.

"Well I'm impressed," Jack said as he looked at you and your friends, "can't wait to announce the winners!"

The three of you sat on the edge of the stage while the rest of the groups piled in and handed their lists to Lacy and Jack so they could assess them. Soon enough, everyone had filed back into the auditorium and after a few minutes, Jack shooed everyone off the stage so he could make his announcement.

Once everyone was standing below the stage, Jack walked up to the center as he had done almost 2 hours before. "Students of Midtown," he bellowed, "I come to you with news of your latest adventure. We have gone through everyone's task list and the little prizes they brought back. I'm disappointed to say that only one team completed every task given to them."

Murmurs broke through the students as they wondered which group could've finished everything in so little time. You turned toward Brad and Lexi, "Wait we finished everything so does that mean-"

"I'm pleased to announce, however, the winners of the scavenger hunt. Y/N Y/L/N, Lexi Walker, and Brad Davis, congratulations!" Applause shattered all around you while you, Brad, and Lexi were hugging and high-fiving.

"Get on up here," Lacy shouted. You three were pushed forward by the other kids. You all walked up the steps and stopped in the middle of the large stage. Lacy and Jack turned to grab something and when they were facing you again, you saw what it was and you laughed. They were holding three makeshift crowns, made of cardboard. They were colored yellow (probably with a Crayola marker) and had big colorful jewels glued on the tips.

"Do you like em,'" Lacy asked with glee, "Me and Jack made them while everyone was out."

"I love them," you told her truthfully. The two of them approached your group and crowned you all separately as you stood in the middle with Lexi to your right and Brad to your left.

Jack stepped back, "Ladies and gentlemen, fellow students of Midtown High, let's hear it for the first winners of our very own theater games!"

Applause and cheering roared all around you. You smiled but then remembered something. Leaning to the side towards your friend, you whispered, "Hey Lex, what were you talking about with Mr. Morita, y'know, when you had to distract him for us?" She grinned at you evilly. "I told him that all the girls' bathrooms in the building should have a handful of free menstrual products because incidents happen every day and distract us from our schoolwork."

You threw your head back laughing as she laughed along with you. "Lexi! What did he say?"

"He got so flustered I barely kept him out of his office as long as I did." She told you and you laughed even more. "I can't believe you had the confidence to actually do that," you choked out between fits of laughter. Everyone was still clapping below you. She only shrugged, "Someone had to do it. I was just fortunate to be handed the opportunity." She said it so wisely, you didn't know whether to laugh some more or solemnly nod.

You looked down at your watch and realized rehearsal had actually ended a few minutes ago. You stepped forward, "Thank you, everyone, really. I hope you all had as much fun as I did because I had a blast," you looked back at your friends and smiled, "but, as you know, all good things have to end. It's getting late and before we all start heading home I wanted to talk to you all about something,

"The day after tomorrow is the last rehearsal for us which really sucks because I always look forward to these things. No, seriously, sometimes they're the only thing to get me through the day." Chuckles and little shouts of agreement spread around the group, "And the day after that, is the long-awaited play we've all worked so hard on. And as much as I can't wait to see how amazing everyone's going to do," you looked at Lexi, who smiled right back, "I'll miss seeing your faces every day so, please, if you see me in the hall or in class or something, don't be a stranger. And at our next rehearsal, Mrs. Lightbody will definitely be back so I expect everyone to keep their mouths shut about today. Or none of us will live to make it to opening night."

Everyone clapped with a few people yelling things like "wWe'llmiss you too Y/N" and "Don't worry, this won't be the end of us!" that last one was Jack being as dramatic as ever. You laughed, "Great, now everyone, get your asses home before I get kicked off the cast for keeping you all too late."

Everyone was running around getting their things ready and you were about to do the same when you remembered something. "Hey Lace, Jack," you called them over, "what are you gonna do with everything?"

they looked at each other and smirked before looking back at you, "oh don't worry Y/N, that's for us to worry about." he told you, setting unease in your mind.

You chuckled stiffly, "Um, well, be careful I guess?" They laughed, "Of course we will Y/N/N." Lacy said.

"Ok, well then I'm gonna get going now, bye!" You waved at them and they both waved back. You stepped off the stage, grabbing your bag from the corners of the steps where you'd left it. You were almost at the door when you heard your name being called. Turning around you saw Brad

"Oh, hey Davis," you smiled. "hey Y/N. I was wondering if I could walk home with you," and if you didn't know any better, you'd think he sounded a little nervous.

You laughed, "Of course, you can Brad," you started walking out the door, "unless you're trying to kidnap me then no." you deadpanned, making him laugh. He put up both hands, "Hey, my criminal record is clean and I plan on keeping it that way."

You were outside now and the roads were wet. Apparently, it had rained while you guys were getting it crazy back at school. You fake pouted, "Ugh, that sucks. I have a thing for bad boys," you smiled up at him widely. He dramatically threw his head to the side, getting rid of the hair that had fallen on his face. "Well, I'm as bad as they come."

"Oh?" you questioned, raising a brow. He nodded and leaned in, putting a hand to cover his mouth as he whispered in your ear, "One time, I was trying to parallel park between two cars and I accidentally hit one of them so I got scared just and left."

You burst out laughing, "Oh my god, I was not expecting that. BRAD! you committed a hit and run!" You laughed some more as he just shrugged, "What can I say? I'm just that cool." You fake swooned on him, throwing a hand on your forehead, "Oh my goodness Brad Davis, take me now!"

he laughed as you pushed yourself off him, laughing along with him. It was like that for the rest of the way and you realized how funny he was. He went along with all your bits (which was always appreciated) and made some himself. The walk went by quickly and was over faster than you would've liked.

You stopped in front of the door to your apartment building, "Well this is me." Brad stopped beside you. "Y'know," you started, "you're way cooler than I thought Davis."

He laughed, "Glad you finally figured that out. Maybe we could do this again sometime?"

You nodded, "Yeah, I think I'd like that." He grinned, "Great." you two sat there just staring at each other for a few seconds, the only sound was water hitting the ground as it fell out of gutters, and when he looked like he was about to open his mouth and say something, a car honked and splashed the two of you, leaving the two of you soaked from the side.

You squealed in surprise and laughed. "Holy shit! Well, my socks are ruined now." Brad laughed along and you missed the twinge of disappointment coating his features. "Well, see you tomorrow Brad!" you waved at him as you turned to walk into the building.

As you made your way up the stairs, you couldn't help the excitement still coursing through you. Maybe Spider-Man would pay you a visit. You had a lot to share after today.

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gumycandyyy · 7 months

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OKAY IM FEELING BRAVE N NOT GOING ANON SO HI!!!

I love your writing n I was wondering if i could request a WK x Gn! Reader where the reader is like crashed into a cave or smthn, wk goes to investigate and they find the reader that (size wise) is like HUGE, like 16 feet tall!! BUT. once they see wk they shrink down to around his size, n they talk n find out they’re from like a diff planet in their universe?! N they can’t get back.

(idk where this idea came from I apologize:3)

୨♡ Ｙｏｕ＇ｒｅＳｏｍｅｔｈｉｎｇ，Ａｒｅｎ＇ｔｙｏｕ？" ♡୧

I love this idea! I think I'm gonna combine it with another ask i got.

(For those wondering why the gumlee fanart tag is here, it's because I put some of my art at the end of every fic. It just happens to be gumlee this time)

Gender neutral reader

Romantic

Type: Headcanons

Request: Yup! They're back open, too!

Some descriptions of the reader, nothing detailed, just dragon stuff.

Summary: Being a space dragon is cool. Except for when you're too tired to leave a planet.. Thankfully, you have help from a new friend.

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-You're a space being.

-A celestial dragon, if you will.

-You're quite a majestic being, even having some of your own constellations named after you.

-Perks of being a beautiful immortal creature.

-While you're practically immortal, you can get tired, especially after traversing through the cosmos.

-So every so often, you gracefully land on a habitable planet, to regain your strength for a few days.

-You more or less crash landed on this one.

-It was called Ooo, if you recall correctly. You're sometimes allowed to name a few planets or stars, but this one has existed for longer than you have.

-It's a little embarrassing to be taking refuge in such an old planet.

-However, you had the funniest encounter while on Ooo.

-It was little more than twenty minutes after you crash landed in an icy forest.

-You had knocked down quite a few trees and stirred up quite the commotion in a town nearby, as they could see you flying in from the atmosphere.

-You were trying to take a few splinters out in your dragon form when you met...

-Him.

-It sounded so cheesy, but you had never seen a more beautiful thing in the universe.

-Safe to say you were floored.

-Literally.

-He and a few... What looked to be scouts and knights made of ice neared you cautiously.

-He seemed to recognize you, which was a little strange. You guessed there were history books of some sort written about you.

-He introduced himself as the Winter King, and welcomed you to Ooo.

-Yes, he had definitely heard of you.

-You decided to shift into your smaller form. It was still ethereal and god-like, but it was easier on the eyes than being a twenty-foot tall dragon.

-You kept your wings and horns, just parts of yourself that you thought to be enchanting.

-the Winter King spoke to you, a little shocked at your sudden shift. You were wearing clothes, what other mortal customs had you missed?

"Well, *ahem* it is my honor to meet a celestial being such as yourself! If I may ask, why choose this planet?"

-You explained that it was the nearest habitable planet, and that it didn't matter too much.

-You didn't think too highly of yourself, as you were quite low on the god-scale. Only a minor universal god, instead of being a multiversal god.

-If that made any sense.

-You politely asked Winter King if you could regain your strength in his kingdom.

"Oh, why of course! A- anything for someone such as yourself!" -His pale blue skin flushed in a pinkish tone, and his voice faltered ever so slightly.

-You tended to have that effect on people.

-However, he seemed to be handling your presence quite well, so part of you wondered if he were somewhat immortal, or was just a magic user in general.

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-You stayed for a little less than two weeks, learning quite a bit as you took refuge.

-You were quite uneducated when it came to planets like Ooo, embarrassingly so, at times.

-But it felt nice to have Winter King explain things to you.

-He seemed so respectful, yet so interested in everything you did or said.

-It turned out he was an astronomy nerd, and stories of you were his favorite.

-He wrote down practically everything you said, but as time went on, it seemed less like worship and more like interactions between friends.

-You preferred it that way, to be honest.

-You learned not only much about Ooo, but also much about the Winter Kingdom as well.

-Whenever it snowed softly, you would always spend time outside, sometimes dragging Winter along with you.

-You did everything from nap, to play in the snow.

-It seemed childish, but the two of you had quite a bit of fun.

-Not to mention the food there was absolutely phenomenal.

-You swore that you would return the generous favor of the Winter King.

-When it eventually came time for you to leave the planet, the both of you were quite sad.

-However, you knew if you stayed longer, you'd never leave. And that wasn't good.

-You were out on the terrace, having said your goodbyes to Winter and the citizens, ready to shift to your ethereal form to take flight.

-However, you felt something nagging at you to stay for a few more moments.

-You were correct to wait.

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Winter called your name, looking to have run all the way up here. He placed his hands on his knees and took a few deep breaths.

"Winter..? I thought you already said goodbye?" Winter cleared his throat and stood up, placing his hands behind his back. He'd regained his composure so quickly it was shocking. He cleared his throat once again.

"It just occurred to me that I never asked for that return favor.." You brought your hand up to your lips, ashamed you forgot your promise.

"I- Oh my word, I apologize. I forgot."

Winter assured you that it was no big deal, and that his favor was only a small one. He stepped towards you, almost shyly.

"Well, rest assured, I can do almost anything. There is a grey area in which I'm unable to give, but otherwise, I will do anything in my power to grant you what you seek."

Winter blushed, his gaze transfixed on the ground. He seemed to be at a loss for words. Your large wings twitched, and after a few moments, Winter seemed to have figured out what he wanted.

"If it's not too much to ask, I'd like to request..."

He looked up at you with the sweetest of smiles.

"A kiss."

You were taken aback for just a moment, but regained your composure as quickly as you lost it. You took a step towards Winter, returning his warm smile.

"Well, if that's all you seek, I would be more than happy to give you what you so desire."

Winter shifted in place with an almost giddy expression, and looking up at you, you could tell he had wanted this for quite some time.

You'd be a liar if you said you hadn't thought about it prior to today.

"I would much appreciate that."

He said simply. So making sure not to waste any more of your time, you bent down to Winter's height. Despite being in your smaller form, you were still quite a bit taller than anyone else.

You caught his lips in yours, holding the embrace for a few moments. His lips felt cold, and it was all you could have hoped for.

When you separated, you gently held his face in your clawed hands.

"I have truly cherished this time with you, and I wish I could have stayed longer. However, my higher duties must not be ignored."

Winter nodded in understanding, placing his small hand atop yours.

"I promise I will think of you often, and will call on you if I'm ever passing through this side of your galaxy. That I will swear." "But until then, my dear."

The only thing Winter could remember of that moment, was the feeling of your lips in his forehead, and the silhouette of your ethereal form, fading out of the atmosphere.

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your complimentary art ^^ (gumlee edition!!)

Sorry bout the whole hiatus thing, I had been sobbing for two hours straight. Anyway, rq's are open!

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itsgxsly · 1 year

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back to you | part 1

Pairing: pierre gasly x reader

Summary: You didn't think you could hate the same man you loved. But Pierre had achieved just that, and now he has to do whatever it takes to make you forgive him, and maybe to make you fall in love again.

word count: 1,2k

warnings: smut

Everyone says that time heals everything. Time makes us forget. It makes us forget the grudge, the pain, the bad memories. Sometimes even people.

Unfortunately that had not been your case.

You did not know at what point in your life you had fallen in love with Pierre Gasly. It could have been one of those many times you'd seen him when you accompanied your brother to the Paddock, or maybe it was when you'd met by chance over the holidays and he'd greeted you with that brilliant smile. The same smile that you hated now, or at least that's what you always told yourself.

Pierre had always been polite to you. You were Carlos's little sister, one of his friends in Formula 1, so he had always been nice to you, even flirting with you on occasion, but without giving any sign that he felt anything beyond a formal relationship. Pierre was not a man of long-term relationships, and you were already well aware of that fact. You knew from your brother and some of the rumors going around the Paddock how his other relationships had ended. Maybe that should have been your first warning so you didn't get carried away that night long ago. Maybe you should have listened to your subconscious and walked away from it.

It's not like you planned for one second to end up the way you did that day.

It was common that during the summer break some drivers met sometimes outside of the constant competitions that Formula 1 brought. That Saturday had been one of those meetings, and in the end you had all ended up in a club in Monaco, where most of them lived, dancing and enjoying the night until the wee hours. You weren't usually a big fan of alcohol, so you were only minimally dizzy. From your place at the bar you could see Charles dancing strangely and you guessed that he already had more drinks than he could count. You couldn't see your brother, but you assumed he was talking to Lando somewhere. You could also see some of the guys' girlfriends chatting or dancing on the floor.

Distracted by keeping your eyes attentive to others, you didn't notice Pierre approaching you from behind until you noticed two hands placed on your shoulders. Startled by the sudden movement, you turned around, letting out a sigh of calm when you saw who it was.

“I'm sorry, I didn't mean to scare you” while Pierre was apologizing you noticed how he slurred his words a bit and you smelled the alcohol in his. It seemed that he was enjoying his night.

You allowed yourself a few seconds to get a good look at him. From his hair a little shiny with sweat to his chest, covered by a white linen shirt that he wore partly open, revealing his chest hair and his chain with a cross. You turned your gaze back to his face and realized that maybe you had taken more time than you should watching him, because he was already looking at you with a smirk.

"Have you seen anything you like?" He asked you slightly tilting his head and getting a little closer to you.

You couldn't answer him, too distracted by his closeness. Pierre had never behaved this forward with you, but you blamed the alcohol in his body for making you blush like that.

“Is there a problem, chérie?” His voice was almost a whisper now because of how close he was to you. You hoped he couldn't tell how fast your heart was beating.

“Pierre…” You wanted it to sound like a warning, but it had to sound more like a plea from the way he looked at you.

"Tell me, chérie" his tone of voice was playful. He got closer to you if possible, caressing your waist with his hand lightly.

"Pierre, you're drunk" you reminded him in an attempt to get him to get away from him, but you didn't make any attempt of your own to get away from him either.

"I'm not that drunk. I know perfectly well what I'm doing” his words sounded self-confident and unfortunately for you, you believed him completely.

You should have thought better at the time. But when Pierre looked at you like that, you didn't hesitate for a moment to grab his hand and let him take you to the hotel where he was staying. You didn't think of any consequences along the way, too focused on his hand circling your thigh, close to where you needed it most.

You didn't think of anything when you arrived at his hotel room and Pierre guided you to bed between heated kisses, a fight of tongues and teeth while you undressed.

Pierre pushed you on the bed and you let yourself be controlled by him.

"Lie down, ange" was a simple command.

Once in bed his hands were all over your body. Your waist, your chest, your hair. Your hands went straight to his muscular back and then caressed his abdomen. He bit your bottom lip lightly and you let out a soft moan.

Pierre stopped kissing you and took off your underwear, you didn't have time to complain because he had stopped kissing you before he started leaving a trail of kisses down your chest and down to your stomach. Just with that he already had you completely wet. He lifted your legs and placed them on his shoulders, making you tense as he moved closer to your center.

You knew you weren't going to last long the moment you felt his tongue on you. Pierre didn't take long to find the rhythm that made your head spin with pleasure. His tongue worked at that rate without leaving a single spot unattended as his nose brushed against your clit. It didn't take long for you to feel that heat in your stomach and reach what you could have considered one of the best orgasms of your life.

Pierre looked at you from his position between your legs, your breath quickened and your face satisfied. He moved closer to you again and kissed you, letting you taste your own taste on his lips.

"Pierre" you begged his name, wanting even more of him.

"Tell me what you want"

“Fuck me.” You didn't know where that sudden confidence had come from, but you were desperate.

And he did it just as you asked. Pierre knew full well what he was doing. He knew how to bring every orgasm out of you and leave you shaking by the time he's done with you. You prayed that someone from the hotel wouldn't complain about the noise.

You didn't even move from the bed when you finished, both of you too tired from the hectic night. Pierre hugged you from behind and you let yourself fall into his warmth.

You felt like in a dream, in the arms of the man you could even say you had fallen in love with a long time ago.

But dreams are not always reality, and you verified it that same morning when you woke up.

Pierre was not there with you.

You thought that he could be in the bathroom or that he had gone out to train, but despite the fact that you waited for him for a while, he did not return. Neither he nor he returned your calls when you called him. Neither he nor he answered any messages. You went home embarrassed, angry and heartbroken.

Pierre was gone and it was clear that he wanted nothing to do with you.

author note: I had this fic waved for a while and now it's real. I don't know how many parts it will have, but I'm excited that it's my first complete story. And as Pierre's girl, my first fic had to be about him. Don't judge me too much for the smut, it's my first time writing it🫶🏻

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myseungsunglove · 9 months

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Until You Found Me | Hjs

Pairing: Han Jisung x reader

Warnings: angsty fluff, implied struggle with depression and anxiety

Word Count: 1k

𖠫Summary: Essentially, the MC is remembering when she first met Han and how he really saved her from a dark place. She vows to always save him from the dark as well.

Thoughts: I don’t know really know how to describe this. Not sure where it came from. It’s probably not that great and something only I can relate to. This one was kind of personal, I guess. Sorry for my brain.

✎WIP✎: working on a few Han pieces and Seungmin as well. Hopefully they’ll be a little less angsty than this one.

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「© July 23, 2023 by mysweethannie」

— a feeling —

When I found you, Han Jisung, I had never been more lost. Sure, life loses its trajectory every once in a while, but when I stumbled across you, I was certain I was so lost that maybe it was time to throw in the towel. Nothing felt worth it. Nothing was worth it. Until you found me.

— a meeting —

“Can I sit with you?” a deep and familiar, calming voice sounds from behind you.

You wipe the tears from your cold cheeks, somewhat irritated that someone has interrupted your dark thoughts. You had come here thinking no one would disturb you. Thinking you could drown in the darkness of your own thoughts and be left to marinate in the pain, alone. You turned to look at the face of the voice, a man staring back at you with the kindest doe eyes.

Han Jisung. A guy you had only known for a few weeks thanks to your best friend Felix, who had introduced you at a party telling you the two of you had to get to know each other. He just knew you’d get along and be great friends. You’d spent a fair amount of time with Han since then, and Felix had been right. There was an undeniable spark between the two of you. It was too bad that your own self loathing was pulling you into a place you weren’t sure you could get out of.

“If you really want to,” you respond, suddenly brought back from your thoughts and answering Han’s request to join you. He clambers over the concrete wall, swinging his legs over the side of the bridge like you are sitting, settling right next to you, legs pressed close together as if he has known you forever.

“Wanna talk about it?” he asks.

You look over at him and he is staring out over the water. The look of deep contemplation on his face can be seen even in the dark. The lights along the river illuminate his face which you realize is absolutely gorgeous. His soft, rich golden skin, his brown hair blowing gently in the wind. Your breath is caught in your throat for a moment. You’re not sure why you haven’t really seen him before now. You’ve been with him pretty much every day for the last few weeks, but something about this moment really allows you to see Han Jisung for the first time, and he is beautiful.

He looks at you then, your eyes meeting for the first time and a small, sad smile works its way onto his face. His eyes flicker to your lips briefly then back to your eyes, searching for an answer.

“We could also not talk at all,” he whispers, his voice low and daring, pushing into your space questioningly, and you initially can’t believe his audacity. His dark eyes flicker back and forth between yours. As you look into his eyes, you can see a familiar pain in them. A pain you’ve felt dozens of times, hell that you are currently feeling. A loneliness and desperate desire to just not feel the weight and pressure of the world’s expectations for one damn minute.

“Sometimes words can’t tell the whole story,” he adds, his hand reaching up to your face, his thumb wiping away another cold tear. His nose bumps yours as his lips hesitantly brush yours, his breath fanning across your mouth and you're completely lost in how safe he makes you feel in that moment. Something about feeling that you both are feeling similar emotions makes you want to fall into him and never let go. You nod slowly and close your eyes, his lips meeting yours as soon as your eyes flutter shut.

You can’t describe the feeling that rushes through you in the moment you connect, the kiss gentle and questioning at first. His taste is intoxicating, and you can’t help but reach out and grapple for his waist, holding him desperately close to you like he is the only oxygen you ever want to breathe again.

Your lips dance together like that for what feels like hours, the two of you clinging to each other finding comfort in the closeness, chest pressed firmly together as his tongue licks into your mouth. The way his hand caresses the back of your head, his fingers dancing along down to your neck and holding you firmly against him makes you feel safe, like he would do anything for you. And suddenly, you’re crying again, your tears falling down your cheeks again.

“Shhh,” he pulls away from your lips; his arms encircling you, your face falling into his neck, tears falling freely again. “I’m here, y/n. I’m never going anywhere,” he promises. “I love you too damn much to leave. I love you madly. I love you desperately. I want to see you happy. I want to be happy with you, so let me be here with you and we will figure this life out together.”

— a promise —

When the world becomes dark and the pressure of life is crushing you, I’ll wrap you in my arms and pray that you can feel how much my heart needs you. How much I love you. I would move heaven and earth for you, Han Jisung.

I don’t want to see you hurt, but we both know that life struggles are what make rising from the ashes even more powerful, more meaningful. Life without struggle is no life at all because what have you even fought for if you have never had to fight?

We both have known struggles like they’re our secret twin we keep hidden away, hoping to whatever gods that no one knows the true depth of our darkness. We know each other's darkness and understand it immensely. I will be your light in the darkness and you are mine. Together, I’m sure we can conquer any darkness that unfolds before us.

#stray kids #stray kids x reader #han jisung x reader #han jisung #han jisung imagine #han jisung x you #han jisung fic #han jisung oneshot #Han Jisung fluff

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niceboyeds · 1 year

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strays (e.m.)

Eddie Munson x reader

summary: Eddie comforts and takes care of you when you get a bit drunk and sad.

contains: mentions alcohol, fluff, idrk if i’m missing anything

word count: 1060

a/n: two fics, two nights in a row. trying to clean out my WIPs so i can work on other ideas lol. shoutout to my fellow cat lovers who are allergic and just want to pet all the cats :(

taglist: let me know if you’d like to be added!

@neewtmas

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you throw the van door open, giggling as you stumble out and get tangled in the seatbelt. it had been another fun game night, getting wine-drunk and laughing with all of your friends. nothing out of the ordinary for the older half of your friend group, you all tried to hang out without the teens as often as scheduling allowed.

“Jesus Christ, be careful!” Eddie scolds, unwrapping your arm from the seatbelt and holding onto your arm while the two of you walk around to the stairs leading up to the trailer.

“oh my god! look baby!!” you smack him in the chest, certainly harder than you meant to, and start wiggling from his grasp. a young cat prowling across the trailer park catches your eye, peaking out of the shadows near where you’re walking. you immediately crouch down once Eddie’s hand releases you.

“here kitty kitty!” you call out to it softly, holding out your hand and wiggling your fingers towards her. she saunters over and purrs as your fingertips gently graze her head. “oh hello cutie.”

“leave the cat alone.”

“she wants pets.”

“you’re allergic!”

“and she still wants pets!” you argue again, opening your arms up to scoop in your new friend just as you're hoisted up and thrown over your boyfriend’s shoulder, his arms holding onto you by the back of your thighs.

“hey!! you're no fun!” you whine, holding your hands against your cheeks and squishing them.

“yeah, I know.” he sighs while carrying you inside. “don't touch your face.”

“oops.” you remove your hands quickly but he only groans in response, bringing you to the bathroom and sitting you on the counter.

he quickly grabs your wrists before you rub your eyes, knowing you were about to. sometimes it feels like he knows you too well. “don’t do that.” he scolds again.

“you're grumpy.”

“no i’m not.” he tries his best to smile but you can tell he’s annoyed with you. he runs a washcloth under the sink and wrings it out, leaving it warm and damp as he wipes it gently on your face.

“it’s just not fair.” you pout at him when he’s finished, putting soap in your hands and making you scrub them under the water. “I just want to pet them all.”

“I know. but when you pet them you get itchy and your nose gets all stuffed up. you don’t like that.”

“it’s worth it.”

“you think so?”

“mhm. I would adopt all of them.”

“why’s that?”

“well, ‘cause they need a home too. it’s sad that they’re all alone and scared and hungry.” you can feel the tears in your eyes, feeling heartbroken about all the possible stray animals running around for who knows how long on their own. “and in the wintertime i’m sure they’re cold…”

“oh baby… it’s okay.” his arms wrap around you and you lean into his shoulder, trying to dry the few tears that slipped out.

“i’m sorry.” you sigh, fully aware you likely ruined the evening.

“why?” he pulls you away from him, wanting to see your face while talking to you.

“because we were having fun and I made it all sad.”

“never apologize for having feelings.”

“what about-”

“never. I mean it.” though his words are firm, his tone his gentle.

“okay, thank you.” you pucker your lips to imply you want a kiss and he happily obliges, bringing smiles to both of your faces.

“are you ready for bed?”

“hmm… sure, but you have to carry me.”

“do I now?”

“I mean, I guess you don't have to. but I might just cry again.”

“oh no! we can't have that, can we m’lady?” he kisses your nose before scooping you up in his arms again.

“you spoil me.” you giggle, wrapping your arms around his neck.

“you make it easy.”

he practically tosses you on the bed, making you squeal. he digs through his clean laundry to find a shirt for you to wear, helping you strip off your own clothes.

“arms up, please.” he instructs, pulling his tee onto you but leaving it covering your face.

“heyyy!” you can’t help but laugh until he finally pulls it all the way down. you lay down once you’re clothed, waiting for him to remove his own street clothes before he joins you.

“scoot over, hun.” he laughs at you, seeing you sprawled out on the bed, taking up as much space as possible.

“fine.” you move over maybe one inch before he wiggles his fingers to signify he’s about to tickle you. “no no no!” you immediately roll over, giving him more than enough room to lay next to you.

“always works.” he teases, bringing out a huff from you before you move to practically lay on top of him.

he switches off the lamp on the bedside table and darkness covers the room. it’s quiet for a moment but you know he’s not asleep yet by the patterns of his breathing.

“can we get a cat?”

“no.”

“but… they’re sad outside.”

“we already talked about this baby.”

“I know. it’s just not fair.” you pout again, hoping he’ll change his mind.

“it’s not, i’m sorry. but maybe one day I can get you a fish or something.” this is his attempt to compromise, but you don’t want a fish. he knows that.

“fish aren’t sitting outside in the cold all winter long.”

“you’re stubborn.”

“you’re stubborn” you mock, lowering your voice as much as possible in an attempt to sound like a grumpy old man.

“I do not sound like that.” he laughs at your joke, squeezing you playfully.

“I dunno, sounds the same to me.” you giggle as you wrap your own arms around him tighter.

“we’ll talk about it more in the morning.” he barters, hoping you’ll give in and finally get some sleep.

“m’kay. good thing I have an excellent memory.” you agree, knowing yourself that you’ll likely forget until you see another stray outside.

“yeah yeah, go to sleep silly.”

“go to sleep silly.” you mock again, yawning while doing so as his low laugh hums against your cheek. and you do fall asleep, feeling comfortable laying on your sweet boyfriend as a pillow, content and happy. but you’ll be sure to remember your conversation in the morning, he won’t win this battle that easily.

#eddie munson #eddie x reader #eddie stranger things #eddie munson x reader #stranger things

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miyakuli · 6 months

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Digimon Survive

Digimon Survive is a visual novel with tactical rpg part that breathes new life into the franchise, and may be a good way for newcomers to discover this universe and its bestiary. Personally, I only had distant childhood memories of the first animated adaptation I watched, but despite this I was able to immerse myself easily in this new story, which is much darker in tone. However, while the visual novel is pretty good, I wasn't totally convinced by the other aspects of the game.

❤ A mix between the naive, childlike side of the original series and a much darker, more violent tone that works quite well. ❤ The visual novel part is not based on static images, but on high-quality animated sprites, which liven up each dialogue scene. The scenery is equally well done. ❤ Rather endearing characters with good development (even the most unbearable ones become likeable). ❤ On the dubbing side, the actors do a very good job, and on the Japanese side, the original seiyuus are even used for the digimon voices - a nice touch! ❤ I liked the fact that the affinity between the characters was linked to the evolution of their digimons, which encouraged me to talk to each of them and get to know them so I could make the right dialogue choices. So it played on my attachment to the characters and also to my desire to unlock each evolution x)

+/- Significant replayability (3 "normal" endings, 1 bad ending and the true ending). These endings are attained through a system of auras (virtue/harmony/wrath) that are increased according to our dialogue choices....but they will always be placed in exactly the same place (for example, the answer to increase the harmony statute will always be in the bottom right-hand corner). This makes our work easier (==)" For my first game, I personally like to make choices based on my mentality, without knowing which dialogue will influence which stat, so I discover the ending I've set myself. Here, the fact of knowing indirectly influenced me, and I'd have preferred them to save that for the New game+. +/- The musical themes are pretty (especially the main theme), a little redundant because there aren't many of them, but they never bore. On the other hand, I found that some scenes had music that didn't quite fit in with the atmosphere and action going on, it was a bit weird. +/- The true ending provides real redemption for certain characters who were really annoying to begin with. On the other hand, I found it a lot of length with constant back and forth (probably to stretch the story, but it doesn't add anything) and the ending is nice, but nothing more. I found the "virtue" ending more impactful.

✖ The tactical combat system is laborious and almost boring. The tactical side is bland; we're presented with a strength/weakness system based on elemental abilities (water/air etc…) but in the end it doesn't really matter as brute force will win out almost all the time...also, the fights are SLOW!!!! you can speed them up via the menu (I set them to x2 because I couldn't take it anymore). ✖ The method for recruiting digimons is really not that great; you're given a sort of quiz with the digimon you want to get, and unless you know the universe really well, you just guess at the answers and hope it works, but sometimes the solutions are really lunar (or maybe it's the translation that doesn't sound right). ✖ The Skip function, which allows you to skip through the text you've already read if you want to complete the various endings, is far too slow, and you can't even skip through the evolution animations. This discouraged me from finishing all the endings in a row. ✖ The map during exploration phases is ugly and not very practical, I find, and the constant change of music as the map opens is annoying.

Digimon Survive is bound to be a divisive game, as the balance between visual novel and combat is clearly not equitable (70/30% in my opinion). Personally, this wasn't a problem for me, as I'm used to this genre, but it's true that the tactical combat phases are this title's major weakness. At least it gave me a pleasant nostalgic feeling at the side of these little digimons (🎶are the champions!🎶).

youtube

➡ My personal VN ranking (in french) ➡ My Steam page

#digimon survive #digimon #bcs of the skip being too slow I played only the virtue route and the true route #someday I'll complete the rest #btw the music of the menu (the main theme) and the trailer is really the best #also RYO IS A BAE OK - best redemption #personal #Lola plays games

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cupidamour · 1 year

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Can i kiss you?

warnings ; drinking , cursing , deep throating , face fucking , use of pet names (baby) , straight smut lmao

word count ; 2316

pairing ; hijikata toshirou x female reader (boobs and genitalia described & used!!)

minors dni!

. . . Maybe agreeing to go out drinking with you was a terrible idea after all.

Hijikata came to the conclusion that night. You invited him out for drinks under the pretense of 'it's friday, fuck it. let's drink to forget' or something like that. The both of you sat at the bar, ordering your share of drinks.

You've been working in the Shinsengumi for quite some time. . .Not like he's really talked to you or held a conversation besides greetings. He knows as the only female desk worker that it's hard and being surrounded by hundreds of scrawny men, you are bound to be thrown through the loop. Especially by the fact you are not bad to look at anyways.

Nonetheless, he's never really seen you out of your element besides. . . working he guesses. Seeing you actually talk (not that robotic voice with the pasted on smile) is really refreshing. Your smile isn't that bad to look at.

You ran shots back to back, obviously ignoring the burning tinge in your throat. 'Drinking to forget' my ass he thought, more like drinking for fucking liver failure. The more you drank, the more comfortable you got with him. Brushing shoulders, sometimes even bumping his knees. He admits, he's a little tipsy, but how the hell aren't you damn near dead yet? Sighing, he rubs his temples.

The hardest part was trying to distract his eyes from you after you unbuttoned your work blouse a few buttons too low (is that a lace bra you're wearing?), complaining it was 'burning up in here'—-allowing him the view of your chest. Glancing at anything lower than your face was a hassle, and not wanting to risk you calling him a pervert or 'hey , my eyes are up here fucker!' he persisted on through the night.

Now, Hijikata is a respectful man.

With that said, He . . decided it's best to not pay you no attention to you. It's normal, he thought.

However, what's NOT normal is this intense flirting.

"Now that I can really look at you, you're pretty darn attractive," you mutter as you surveyed his features. Making no attempt to hide your interest as you swishing your drink around in your hand.

"You're drunk," Hijikata bluntly states, sighing as casted you a quick glance, before looking back ahead at seemingly nothing.

"M' not, I'm just speaking the truth," you reply indifferently, the spiral forming in your drink more interesting.

"You're not drunk? So all those shots 2 minutes ago were just water-"

"You're missing the point! If anything, you should be thanking me!"

"Um. . . okay. Thank you?"

"You're oh so very welcome," you coo, before turning your body towards him,

"Can I kiss you?"

A short pause . . .

"W-What's with the sudden topic change?!"

Lowering his tone, Hijikata sweat drops. He's really losing his composure over you and your mindless teasing. Taking a swig of his drink, he gives you a one over waiting for your reply.

"It's a yes or no question. I can take no as an answer, I understand boundaries," you reply, peering your eyes over your glass. You lied. You'd never take no for an answer. Imagine having to take his paperwork after missions knowing he rejected you?

"Are you kidding. . .?" Hijikata trails off, eyebrows raised onto oblivion.

"Yes. Or. No."

"I can't answer that!"

"Well, i can answer for you," you mumbled, taking a step off your stool as you tucked your hand to the back of his head, you guided him by the hair down towards you. With heavy lidded eyes, and parted lips; Your lips were a ghost apart. Touching, but not kissing. You could sense the anticipation radiating off of him.

"Or maybe not," you smile, as you pull away, turning your body back towards the bar and holding your hand up for the waiter.

"What the hell." God he could use a cigarette right about now.

"I'm sorry, what's the matter?" you finally turn back to reply after ordering another drink, shifting your focus onto him.

"What the hell was that?! Why did you– just stand there. . ."

"All I wanted was your honesty. Did you want the kiss or not?" you question.

"Cut the teasing bullshit, I think i've made my intentions clear,"

"So. . . Is that a yes or what? You've never even said anything-"

"Yes dammit!"

God just put your lips on his already–

As if reading his mind, your lips crash onto his, your hand back again on his cheek as your other feels him in by his collar. Both your lips lock in a desperate, rough, needy kiss, shooting trembles all throughout your spine. Hijikata's hands reconcile on your waist, one exploring even further down to god knows where. His touch felt burning hot against you.

You moan, as Hijikata bites your lip in greeting, both of you exploring each other in this very moment alone. In fear you two might get kicked out for public indecency from how far this kiss was going, you pull away although reluctantly. The both of you pant, lips still a ghost apart as you mutter in between shaking breathes,

"How far do you wanna go tonight?"

"As far as you'll let me,"

——

Following Hijikata's long strides ended you both up in the public bathroom. Opening the door and offering for you to go in first (how manly), he follows after you not before locking the door with a distinguishable click. Hijikata turns around and looks at you intently, both of you waiting for the next move.

Before he knows it, you're once again grasping his collar and kissing him, his hands automatically snaking around your hips and pulling you closer.

"Put your hands up." Hijikata orders you like he orders his men.

You oblige, raising a questioning eyebrow as he unbuttons the rest of your shirt, helping you loop your arms out of it.

'It really is lace, black lace at that' he marvels as he kisses your chest, letting you resume.

You continue your trail of kisses slowly down to his jawline, placing a flurry of kisses before you descend down to his neck, taking your sweet time as you nestle your head in the crook of his neck, breathing in the scent of his signature fragrance of smoke. You unbutton his shirt to get a view of his chiseled chest, continuing the train of kisses. You crouch down as you slowly but surely make your way down to his pelvic area, your hands resting on his belt.

You glance up, looking for a sign he doesn't wish to go this far, but to your satisfaction, you're met with his desire ridden hues peering back down at you. You continue.

You unbuckle his pants, and as they pool around his legs, you focus your attention on getting the last layer of his forsaken clothing off, not without noticing the prodding dent in his boxers.

"Oh, someones excited to see me, huh?" You giggle, happy to see he's enjoying it just as you are, earning you a grunt in acknowledgment. Looping your fingers around the elastic line, not wanting to waste a moment longer, you pull them down.

From above, he peers down at you, taking grasp of your hair, itching with anticipation. With gentle touches, you take a minute to appreciate him in his full glory. Vice-Commander of the Shinsengumi letting you suck him off in a bathroom?

In an attempt to clear your mind, you busy yourself with the task in front of you as you seize his cock in your hand, rubbing your thumb over his leaking tip. You slowly trailed your tongue from his balls to tip. Stopping on the tip, you suck on it before making an audible "pop" from your mouth.

Your hand replaces your mouth on the tip as you slowly massage it. Your mouth moves to sucking and placing sloppy kisses on the side of his cock.Your hand progressively starts to get faster as your mouth is now occupied with his balls. Humming as you go, you don't fail to notice Hijikata's grasp in your hair gets tighter the longer you go.

Ready for another change in pace, your hands and mouth switch spots again, your hands now fondling his balls whilst your mouth takes on his fully sheathed cock. Placing the needy tip in your mouth, you swirl your tongue around it, catching Hijikata's half lidded eyes, before sinking down every inch.

Peeking above to see Hijikata's eyes closed in content. His eyes suddenly peer back down to yours, before nimbly noticing and wiping the tears that nestled in the corners of your eyes.

"You're doing such a good job, baby." Hijikata praised, hands now caressing your cheek.

Slob begins to ooze out your mouth and onto your chest the longer you go. With quick movements, you grab Hijikata by the hips and make him bottom out in your mouth. Seemingly getting the message, his hands reach back for your hair as he begins face-fucking you.

Grunts of pleasure spill out of his mouth the longer you go. You could feel him twitching in your mouth. Everything on you felt wet and sticky. You bob your head back and forth as you take Hijikata down your throat, adding your hands into the equation as you stroked him as you sucked. Using your tongue, and deepthroated him, going so far that you wouldn't gag yourself.

"S-shit–", Hijikata sputters out between pants.

Noticing the tell-tale sign of him coming, you pull out completely, grinning in response to his startled face. His sex quivering in desire.

"You fucking tease," he growls, scoffing as he helps you off your knees.

"You love it though," you hummed in response, trying to shimmey off your skirt while Hijikata searched his pockets for a sacred golden packet. Hands coming out empty, he silently curses to himself for not packing them out of all times. Noticing his silent struggles.

"Aha," you quip, finally noticing what's missing, before digging into your purse and pulling out what he wanted."Need this?" you giggle as you open the packet with your teeth and get on your knees again, rolling it onto him.

"Thank you," he sighs, as you respond by placing a chaste kiss on his cock.

You rejoin him up above by placing another hungry kiss against his lips, as you loop your arms around his neck. He yanks one of your legs up as he aligns himself to your entrance, slowly sliding in between your slick folds. Pinning your bare back against the wall, he slowly snaked his hand around your throat. Jolting his hips back, he completely bottomed out inside of you. You let out an uncontrollable mewl, while he lets out his own stream of curses into your ear.

"Fuck, your so tight, baby."

Your legs were barely able to stay still as he showed no mercy to the thought of stopping. The sounds of skin slapping filling the vicinity of the bathroom He leaned down towards your ear, still going at his cut throat pace."Does that feel good, baby?", he whispered, the heat tickling you. "You look so good with my hand around your throat", he grunted, letting out his own share of moans.

God he was fucking you so well. You could barely get words out—

Abruptly, he slowed down his pace, leisurely rocking his hips into yours. Catching your ear in his mouth and peppering kisses to the side of your face. The change in pace so sudden gave you a moment to catch your breath before he pulled out almost completely, before slamming back in.

"F-uck— I can't—!" You gasped, throwing your head back. Your nails sure as hell leave marks on his back after this. You only heard a groan response before he quickly took advantage of your exposed neck and jawline, leaving marks of pleasure.

He advanced to linger deep inside of you, hitting your g-spot right on. And to top it all off, he slowed down, dangerously slow from the pace you started with.

Your legs were damn near about to give out, hell, you could barely feel them.

"L-lift me!" you try to get out as best as you can, before you quickly jump and put your other leg up. Hijikata's hands held your thighs up as he continued to ram into you with no problem.

"Right there—!" fuck you were so close. A smoldering heat was building up in your core, the longer he went. His dirty talking only furthering it.

"Cmon baby, come for me," Hijikata grumbled out, beads of sweat trickling down his temple as his husky voice resonated right next to your ear.

A needy moan spilled out your mouth as he cupped your breast, brushing over the nipple with his thumb. went on the hunt on one of your nipples, sucking, pulling and biting at one before going to the other. One of his hands flicked your clit while he was still inside of you. You writhed beneath him, crying out pleas for him to never stop.

"C-coming–!" you heave as your orgasm hits you head on. Your head was dizzy with lust as you contracted around his cock, you felt delirious. Every nerve firing off in ecstasy as your eyes rolled into the back of your head. Hijikata huffed, cursing under his breath as he rocked into you, spilling his seed into the condom.

Heavy pants filled the room as you both rode out your high's, your eyes fluttering as you leaned your head onto Hijikata's chest as he held you against him.

"Are you okay?" Hijikata questioned as he kissed your forehead.

"I can't feel my legs. . ." you mutter out, running your fingers through his sweat slicked hair, still clinging to him.

"Who the hell is in the bathroom? I needa go!"

Both yours and Hijikata's eye's lock in bewilderment.

. . .

"Uh. . . give us a second! I mean– give me a second!"

#gintama #gintama hijikata #hijikata toushirou #hijikata x reader #gintama smut

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thecarnivorousmuffinmeta · 1 year

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I’m not sure if I ever asked you this question or not, but I’ve always wanted to: how do you come to the conclusions you do about the characters in Twilight and other works?

Actually I guess my question is how do I learn to do it myself lol

Is there a way I can train myself to? Is it just that you take a story and start digging? Did something just seem off about the characters and you took a bigger look at it?

I’m an aspiring writer, which is why I want to know; I feel like it would make me better in my own writing if I could do the things you do, because, well… you’re rather good authors, you and Vinelle I mean.

Frankly, Painting Red Madonnas is one of my favorite books ever.

Anyway… thank you lol

Look, @therealvinelle, praise!

It just seems to be the way I'm wired. I don't even realize it's heresy until I hear other people talking about the same thing and realize "well, shit, I can't talk about this at Christmas parties". There's a lot of, "Muffin, what did you think of X?" "... I thought generic normal things that wouldn't offend anyone's blorbo."

I guess I can give some pointers on how I end up in the bizarre places I do:

Completely Ignore the Existence of the Author

Much of the time it's obvious why Character X does Y in a piece of media and you can point fingers at the author. The author loves this trope, the producers wanted to draw in a certain audience, doing Z would be much too spicy for the viewership, etc.

In the @therealvinelle and Muffin world, that's not allowed. The work has to make internal sense with internal logic. Which means that if something doesn't seem right or doesn't match up, you have to find a reason for why it is what it is.

More, you can't take the author's word for what a character is supposed to be or what they're supposed to be doing and thinking.

As a rough example, JKR clearly tells us that Dumbledore is a good man and a firmly moral character. However, within the story, he does very questionable things all the time (I'm actually struggling to think of anything he did that is remotely moral).

So, you can't take the author's word for anything.

Characters Can and Do Lie

All narrators are on some level unreliable. They each have an agenda, their own biases, their own goals and desires that sometimes conflict with what's actually happening in the world. You view things through the narrator so always take what they say with a grain of salt.

Take Bella Swan, she tells us that Jessica Stanley is the worst. That Jessica is only interested in Bella to further her own ends and is, at the end of the day, a cheap friend who is envious of everything Bella has and is (such as Mike's attraction to Bella).

However, if we discount Bella for a moment and really take a look at Jessica. While the girl is chatty and does talk about things like the Cullens, her gossip is the normal amount I'd expect if someone looks incestuous in high school and she always makes an effort to be with Bella.

What Bella conveys to us, the readers, is a very skewed perception of Jessica framed entirely by Bella.

We hear only what the narrator wishes for us to hear.

Another is the Tom Riddle memories. We later learn why Dumbledore is doing this, he is dying and needs Harry to eventually kill himself so as to rid the world of Voldemort. To this end, the memories are very carefully selected and narrated to show Tom Riddle as the worst human being on the planet who is irredeemably evil and must be killed at all costs.

Harry doesn't ever question this, though, because he takes Dumbledore at face value and eagerly considers himself a Dumbledore loyalist. And so, if you don't think to question Harry, you'll never question just why Albus would ever do this.

Similarly, characters can be wrong and misinformed. They have access only to certain information, covered by bias, which means it's entirely possible they could be incorrect about something even if they firmly believe it.

Look at What the Characters Actually Say and Do

Ignore what you're supposed to think about the characters (either from other people, the author, or the characters themselves) and instead look at what they say and what they do to inform your opinion about them.

What does Edward actually say about his grand love with Bella Swan? What is it that actually seems to draw him to her from his own perspective and from what he tells to Bella?

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jjungkookislife · 3 months

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if you're still doing the fake title game, can we get one for "you're mean, I like it." (Thank you 💕)

You’re Mean, I Like It

pairing: jimin x reader

warnings: character calls oc a bitch, I think that’s it?

Jimin was known for being a wonderful boss. His smile and demeanor always made his employees feel at ease. He rarely locked himself away in his office when there was work to be done. He treated his employees like he’d like to be treated.

For the most part, this worked out well for the company. Happy place, happy employees, great turn out. Jimin expected to be respected and he respected each of his employees in turn. He was a saint, always stuck up for his employees and his friends when needed.

However, like any other place of work, there were a few bad apples that disguised themselves in his prescence.

You worked on the same floor as Jimin. You had gotten the job through him but he never treated you any different than he would anyone else. You had grown up in his home alongside him. The daughter of his nanny, he adored you and your mother to bits. The moment he had turned eighteen, he had bought you and your mother a home beside the one he’d purchased for himself.

Now, he took care of your mother financially so she’d never have to work again and you helped. You had tried to talk Jimin out of it but he owed all his success to the two of you.

It wasn’t a huge surprise when you both fell in love and you soon moved into his home with your mother. Your mother spent her days cooking, gardening, swimming in the pool and decorating the rooms you hadn’t used.

You spent your days making negotiations and reading over contracts before they met Jimin’s desk. You two always made it home on time for dinner and sometimes your mother would come by and have lunch with you two.

Today, there were a new set of employees. Your assistant had given them a tour of the building before orientation started. You were present beside Jimin and he was ignoring the lustful gaze of the new employees.

Normally, Jimin would stay for a few minutes to welcome everyone but one particular new hire kept trying to flirt with him every time he walked by her. He ignored it until it was time for you and him to leave. He placed his hand on your lower back to lead you out of the conference room when he heard that same woman whisper, “What’s that bitch got that I don’t?”

Jimin led you to his office with a grim look. There was one thing he didn’t allow and that was disrespect, especially to his future wife.

You take a seat on the edge of Jimin’s desk as he has the orientation coordinator send in the woman. You glance up when she walks through the door with a flirty smile, only to frown when she spots you on Jimin’s desk.

“You may collect your belongings in the lobby. Your offer has been rescinded. You may go,” Jimin states firmly, dismissing the woman with a wave of his hand.

The woman gapes at him then looks at you. You giggle as you rise from the desk and sit on Jimin’s lap.

“Guess this bitch got your man, huh?” You say with a laugh as Jimin kisses your cheek.

“Go,” he waves the woman away and she walks out of the office and slams the door after her. You can hear her cussing up a storm at the reception desk and it only makes you laugh harder.

“You’re mean,” you laugh. “I like it.”

Jimin hums, his hand rubbing your back while his other rests on your thigh.

“I don’t allow disrespect in my building. Much less directed at you,” Jimin says before he kisses your cheek, your nose, and your lips.

“Nobody will ever disrespect you as long as I live. Nobody, not ever. I love you.”

“I love you too, Jimin,” you murmur against his lips as you kiss him again. “I love you.”

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spicysix · 2 years

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long story short (part 3/3) | eddie munson x reader

this fic is part of a series: masterlist

summary: “Oh, is this a date I’m having with pantry girl?” He provoked, but you just nodded in response. “Can be if you want it to.” He actually looked shocked for a moment before bringing his charm back. “Does that mean I get to kiss you at the end of it?”

warnings: fem!reader - no physical description. no use of y/n. post s4 - canon divergence. heavy making-out, implied smut (not described).

word count: 2.3k

a/n: final part ot long story short! next up we're having 'tis the damn season. if you're familiar with miss Swift, you must imagine some angst is about to come 👀 it's gonna be another multi-chapter so if you wanna get everything as it comes out, don't forget to follow me and join my taglist 😉

day seven

12:48 p.m. The next few days after Eddie’s press conference/public audience had you going back and forth between Hawkins and Fort Wayne. The house your family was going to move to was not yet vacant, their previous owners still finishing up their own moving. But they allowed you to bring in some boxes to leave in their basement already, and Hopper had to empty the cabin for the Munsons anyway, so that’s what you were all mostly doing. With the destruction caused by the Mind Flayer last July, there wasn’t even much stuff salvageable to bring to Fort Wayne, but you were taking what you could carry.

You also took some time to visit Debrah, spend a day catching up with her. She did most of the talking, since her life wasn’t filled with trauma caused by interdimensional monsters (just some weird burning cracks in the middle of the town, but they were being taken care of already), and you were happy to listen to it. She was attending the local district Community College, not that far away from Hawkins, and wasn’t planning on moving any day now. Still a cheerleader, still planning on meeting the one there and living the american dream with him. You guessed she was just one of those people whose lives revolved around the minuscule city they were born and raised on. She wasn’t gonna leave that cycle. Well, if she was happy, great for her, you thought. A dose of normalcy was always good, to keep your feet grounded.

You only saw Eddie a few times those days, when you were leaving or coming to the hotel. Sometimes you also had lunch together - but it was never only the two of you. Part of you felt happy, because he was really hitting off with your family, the ones he hadn’t met yet, and seeing him and Will excitedly exchanging tips about D&D made your heart swell with fondness in a way you already knew would happen when you first met Eddie and told him about your little brother. He was also exchanging stories about getting high and exchanging tips about weed with Jonathan, but that was not nearly as adorable.

But it was your last day in Hawkins before you went back to California, Argyle’s Surfer Boy van cleaned and repaired for another three-day trip. You had a job back home that you were sure you’d lost already at this point, so you would have to find another one when you got there - to help with all the moving costs after your semester was over. You had no idea how Jon, Will and El would deal with their schools, but you had called some of your colleagues and asked them to talk to your teachers. You had good grades and no other classes missed since the beginning of college, so you were mostly sure none of them would care for your minor two-week absence.

Your biggest issue so far was that you already had a summer job hitched and your part of your next college tuition already paid (the other two thirds were thankfully covered by a scholarship) and wouldn’t be able to move back to Hawkins with the rest of your family on Summer. And you hadn’t told anyone that yet.

Well, that was a problem for future you.

You knocked on the door of room 107 as your family walked past you on the corridor, bidding you a ‘see you soon’. Jonathan throwing you a knowing smirk over his shoulder and you just flipped him the bird over yours.

Eddie opened the door, a faded Star Trek shirt and sweatpants hanging low from his hips. His hair all disheveled, looking like a cloud on a stormy day around his head. He smiled instantly at seeing you.

“Wanna grab lunch?” You invited.

02:09 p.m. First thing Eddie asked when you got to the diner was when the rest of your family would arrive. “They’re not coming, it’s just the two of us.” You answered.

“Oh, is this a date I’m having with pantry girl?” He provoked, but you just nodded in response.

“Can be if you want it to.”

He actually looked shocked for a moment before bringing his charm back. “Does that mean I get to kiss you at the end of it?”

“If you don’t eat something too garlicky, sure.” You winked and he laughed.

That was several minutes ago, and as you paid your half of the bill over the counter and Eddie rambled on about how Reefer Rick should hire a bugs exterminator to his lake house (how he got to that topic, honestly, you had no idea. But you liked hearing him ramble), you started to feel the butterflies in your stomach thinking if he was going to kiss you or not.

It was a long time due.

You walked back to the hotel, not that far away from the diner, in the slow pace you were already used to - for the sake of Eddie’s recovering injuries. His shoulder touched yours at every step, your pinkies intertwined at some point, and you felt like an eighth grader and her first crush.

You weren’t talking, just enjoying each other’s company. Your mind was dead set on that kiss he promised. You wondered if he was thinking about it too.

As you reached your hallway, his door was the closest and you really, really didn’t want this to be over. So you were bold enough to ask, “How ‘bout we watch something?”

You didn’t have much to pack, your ‘bag’ (if you could call it that, it was just a backpack) practically ready to go, and you were leaving first thing in the morning. You really wanted to enjoy those last few hours with him.

“Sure thing! Don’t tell anyone, but I love General Hospital. And I think it’s on now.” He used his key to open the door and bowed in a gesture to let you in the room first. “Wayne’s got some extra shifts so he won’t be back ‘till dawn, probably.”

You took off your cardigan and hung it on a coat rack beside the door, shoes on the floor under it. Next to the coat rack was the dresser, TV on top of it. There was only one bed, some of Eddie’s belongings scattered above it. And a couch on the side wall, with a pillow and a thin comforter folded up in the middle of it – surely Wayne’s.

As you walked to sit on the edge of the bed, you saw Eddie taking the same routine as you did before - taking off his jacket and shoes - but you also saw him discreetly locking the door. He walked to the bed, but stopped in front of you, knees touching, instead of sitting next to you.

“I don’t really wanna watch General Hospital.” Was all he said, a smirk growing in the corner of his mouth, and those butterflies were partying in your belly again.

“Oh, thank god.” You answered, as you carefully pulled him by the hem of his shirt.

He crouched above you as you crawled back on the bed, all slow movements. His hands were already on your face when you came to a stop, your back against the headboard as he kneeled in front of you.

You held your breath, ready to be interrupted one more time, as it always happened.

But nothing came.

Nothing except his soft lips on yours. Finally.

No more tug of war now. Finally.

Just you, and Eddie, and his skin on yours, and his breath hitting your nose, and the way his soft wavy mane tickled your face. Finally.

Your hands went up his torso, smoothly, and he quivered under your touch. You opened your legs to rest them on each side of his own, and one of his hands slowly made its way down to your neck while the other was still cradling your cheek. You felt the cold of his rings on your skin, giving you goosebumps, making you feel hot and bothered.

“God, I’ve missed this.” He murmured, lips still against yours, tickling a little bit.

“Yeah, me too.” You answered as you spread open mouthed kisses along his jaw. You felt his breath hitch.

“I’m not too garlicky, am I?”

You laughed and shook your head no. “You’re perfect.”

You pressed your mouth against his once more, lips parted this time, inviting him in and he went for it. His tongue brushed yours and you forgot completely about everything around you. Without separating your lips, you switched positions with him so he would be against the headboard as you straddled his hips. He let out a moan, and you saw yourself in reversed roles from when you first kissed five months ago.

Your hands were now traveling through each other’s whole bodies, melting under each other’s touch. His fingers tracing the hem of your skirt while yours felt the bumps of the scars on his neck. He didn’t seem to feel any pain from it, and as you lowered your head to kiss them, you felt his hands strongly grabbing your thighs.

“Holy shit,” he called your name, falling like a song from his lips. You licked all the way from his collarbone to his ears. “I- oh sweet baby Jesus, I really want you. I need you.”

“I don’t wanna hurt you, Eddie.” You were truly afraid, but you were also unconsciously rubbing your hips against his, searching for friction.

“You could never.” His hands went under your skirt to your ass and he grasped it tightly. You sighed before stopping your movements and distancing yourself just enough to look him in the eyes.

“Are you absolutely sure?”

“Hell yeah.”

“Then I’m yours.”

His chocolate button eyes fluttered as you reached his lips once again. There was no rush. You felt the time stop around you, for you, as his hands stroked your legs and you pressed your chest to his. Your fingers lost in his hair, his nails scraping your skin, and he feels like home.

06:35 p.m. You woke up slowly.

The soft light from the moon was the only thing keeping the room from falling into full darkness. His chest was pressed against your back, his skin hot, almost burning you, like your own personal heater. His arm was draped over your waist, his fingers laced to yours resting under your breast. You let out a contented sigh.

You completely lost track of time as he was making love to you. You weren’t in love - not yet, at least -, but what you did was far from casual sex. You felt connected. He worshiped you, you reverenced him. And as you were finally tired, satisfied, sweat covering your bodies, the sheets all disheveled and Eddie’s belongings on the floor beside your clothes, you felt safe and comforted enough to drift to a dreamless sleep.

You turned around to face him, and your movements slowly woke him up too. His brown eyes not so big now, narrowed from all the sleep, but caring nonetheless. He still looked at you as if you placed the sun in the sky.

He smiled and you smiled back, tracing the freckles on his nose with the tip of your fingers, feeling him drawing figures with his own fingers on your hips. You swore you could stay like this forever.

But his adoring eyes searched your face for something, for answers. You could read him too easily.

“Wanna know how this gonna go?” You asked for him. You saw his Adam’s apple rise and drop, and he just nodded in response. “We are going back to Cali tomorrow, me, Jon, Will and my mom. And Argyle, obviously. El’s gonna stay here with Hopper. I’m going to help my family with their belongings, and they’re coming back and moving to Fort Wayne in two weeks, probably.” You paused.

“And you?” He asked after a beat of silence.

“I… have a summer job. And a paid tuition. So I won’t be able to move back with them just yet.” His eyes fled from yours for a second. “But I’ll visit constantly.” You tried to reassure. Reassure him, or yourself. You weren’t sure. “So, I’ll see you at the end of summer. And you can bother me some more then.”

He laughed, which calmed you down a bit. He didn’t ask anything else for a few more minutes, and you stood in silence as his caresses on your skin were still soothing you.

“I’ll be waiting.” He didn’t look at you as he said it, burying his face on your neck. You closed your eyes and squeezed him harder against you. “By the way, you didn’t jinx me, ‘ya know?” His voice was low and muffled, but you could still discern the words.

“What?” You pulled on his hair, not strongly enough to hurt, only so he would back up and face you again. He did.

“I… I’m not sure, maybe I invented it. I thought I heard you talking to me. You said you’d jinx me. I don’t think you did.”

You were shocked, but managed a response after a few seconds of silence. “You didn’t invent it. I did say that.”

“Really?” You nodded. “Oh, wow, the human mind really is a mystery.” He scoffed. “But, again, you didn’t jinx me. You got me through it, actually.”

You giggled before kissing him as your response. His hands were slowly going up and down your back, calloused tip of his fingers making you shiver. You buried your hands in his hair again. Everything was happening in slow motion, his lips covering yours, his tongue tracing yours, his hands stroking you, raising the hair on your skin. You kissed for what felt like hours before he let you go and those beautiful eyes of his met yours once more.

“Will you stay? Until you really gotta go?”

How could you say no?

So you didn’t.

“I’ll really stay this time. Until I have to go.”

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etherealyoungk · 2 years

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the dark prince - lee chan

pairing: prince!chan x fem!reader

warnings: suggestive, kissing, arranaged marriage

wordcount: 3k

please don't copy or translate this without my permission!

a/n: i don’t even know what this is, just a random idea i had and i thought i’d be cool. this is all because of that one concept pic of his that made me lose it, yeah i'm blaming this on lee chan it’s all his fault bye.

i would love to know what you thought of this! do let me know :)

The Dark Prince. That’s what everyone calls him. And every time you say it out loud, ‘The Dark Prince’, a shiver runs down your spine. It’s such a powerful name. Well, The Dark Prince is more like a title. Only a rare few are allowed or even know his real name. Only a rare few are given permission to address him by his real name – his family and few close friends and the higher-ups in the Dark Court. But to everyone else, he is known as the Dark Prince. Isn’t that mysterious?

And he does live up to his title – he’s indeed dark but also very alluring. There’s just something about him I can’t help but find myself drawn to, even though I actually don’t like him very much. Hate would be the right word – because we’re enemies.

For as long as you can remember, the king and my father have been friends. your dad was very close to the king and worked as his personal advisor and general. But you and the prince? That’s a very different story. We’ve always been at each other’s throats since we were young. He loved teasing me, making me cry, and saying nasty things to my face. If you ended up in tears, it was a victory for him. Since we used to go to the same prestigious school, you were always against him in everything, with him coming first, and you coming second. You could never beat him at anything. After a few years when you turned 16, you realized how childish you both were and you stopped caring about trying to beat him. But that didn’t stop him from rubbing salt onto your wounds and you swear sometimes you just wanted to slap that smirk off his face. Now you’re 20 and he hasn’t changed at all. He’s still mean, cold-hearted, unkind, and cruel but also charismatic, fascinating, intriguing, enchanting, and most of all – unfairly and dangerously handsome. And you can’t believe that you're supposed to marry him.

Since the Dark Prince is of age now, the king thought it would be a good idea for him to marry you since our families are close. But were you supposed to tell your father that you absolutely loathe him to bits? That you cannot stand him. you can’t, so you shut your mouth and just do what you’re told. Maybe you were just overreacting and making it out to be worse than it actually is. Who knows? Because truth be told, you haven’t talked to or even seen the prince for the last three years. Just occasionally glimpses of him when he was out on work his father sent him to do. So who knows, maybe he’s changed? Well, you guess you’ll find out tonight.

So that’s how we were on our way to the palace to have dinner with the king and queen and your to-be groom. you were planning to wear my most elegant dress, but then you thought why not some fun have? you chose another dress, which was almost as elegant – except it also happened to be backless. It was a dark blue dress with long sleeves and also a slit up my leg, stopping just below my thigh. you paired it with some earrings, a matching necklace and a pair of heels. you left my hair loose and it fell on my shoulders in waves. We walk into the dining room and you bow to the king and queen with a kind smile.

“You’ve become so beautiful”, the queen says as you stand.

“Thank you my queen”, you say with a smile.

The king and queen are so kind, and sweet and rule well. They’ve always helped my family so my father is indebted to them. That’s why he said yes when the king asked if he was willing to let his son marry you. Sometimes you wonder how they made such a brat of a son.

Just then the Dark Prince enters and the whole vibe in the room changes, that’s the kind of power he holds. He walks in, dripping in confidence and oozing in power. You can feel it. He looks stunning. He looks exquisite. He looks devastatingly handsome. He’s wearing a striped suit and a matching tie. But his suit blazer is actually cropped, making him taller. He’s wearing some chains and necklaces and it only adds to his dark image. His dark hair is styled so well, that it falls over his eyes, making him look even more alluring. His eyes are captivating and it’s so easy to get lost in his bewitching gaze. He looks at me and you lower my head, bowing. You look up and he’s still staring at you and you can feel his eyes going across every inch of your body, making you gulp softly.

We sit down to eat and you’re sitting opposite him. We eat and your father asks him a few questions and he answers them pretty well. you actually don’t say a word the entire time, because you don’t know what to say. But you can still feel his heavy gaze concentrated on you since you’ve been avoiding meeting his eyes on purpose. We finish dinner and the queen looks at you and speaks.

“Darling, I hope you’re alright, you haven’t said a word since we sat for dinner”, she asks, concerned.

“I’m fine my queen, don’t worry”, you say with a small smile to reassure the Queen.

“Oh Chan, take her out to the balcony, she could use some fresh air. And for god sake, be a man and get to know her, she’s going to be your bride”, the queen scolds him and you stifle your laughter at this.

you don’t think you’ve ever heard someone scold the prince like that. And you realise, that’s the first time you’ve heard his real name. He stands up and so do you. you spare a quick glance to your father and he nods. It takes you a second to realise that he’s holding out his hand, waiting for you to take it. you hesitate for a second but nonetheless link your arm in his and we walk out together. As we’re walking side by side, you realise how tall and built he actually is. Since you’re wearing heels, you almost match his height but without heels, he would tower over you. you can feel how strong his arm is already. You can smell the perfume he’s wearing and it’s intoxicating.

You mentally smack your head, telling yourself to stop with that kind of thought because that’s not what you were here for. We finally reach the balcony and you unlink your arm from him, putting some distance between you both as you turn to look at him.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you, prince”, is all you manage to get out of my mouth. What else are you supposed to say? Hi you’re my groom to be but I hate you? I’m only doing it because my father would want it and also it would be crazy to turn down the prince. you don’t want the king to be offended.

“Same here. I believe we know each other, grown up together. I remember you”, he says.

“Ah yes, we used to go to the same school”, you reply.

“You look beautiful tonight”, he suddenly says, catching me off guard.

Did he just compliment me?

“Thank you. You look pretty handsome too my prince”, you reply.

I turn my head and look at the sky. The sky is filled with stars. The full moon is shining brightly in the night sky, illuminating the palace grounds. Tonight is beautiful.

“Do you want to get a closer look at the moon?” the prince asks me.

“What do you mean?” you ask, confused.

“We have a telescope, I can show you. You can get a closer look through it”.

“Really? Do you mind? Is that okay?” you ask, taking a step toward him, delight on your face.

“Sure, follow me my lady”,

We walk up a floor two floors and you’re struggling to keep pace with him. It’s not easy to climb stairs in heels and a long dress. He notices and slows down, taking your hand and guiding you. You try not to smile at his kind gesture. We finally enter the room and it’s fairly big, with a big telescope in the front pointing towards to opening at the ceiling. The prince walks in first and you close the door behind you as you enter.

“Oh and don’t close the door”, he says but it’s too late because you’ve already closed it.

“Will the king and queen be worried if the door’s closed?” you ask stupidly and move to open it but it doesn’t open.

He sighs. “No, it’s because the lock is broken and the door can only be opened from the outside he says.

“Oops”, you say, feeling dumb.

“So we’re stuck in here then?” you add.

“I’m sure one of the guards will find us. In the meanwhile I’ll show you the moon and the stars”, he says, walking towards the telescope. The room is actually dark, there’s no light in the room except for the small light of a small candle. You guess it’s so you can spot the stars and planets more easily. You can make out the faint silhouette of the prince in the dark and you walk and stand next to him, watching as he’s occupied himself in adjusting the telescope for you.

“Here”, he says, moving a bit so you can look in the telescope. You bend forward slightly and look through the small hole in the telescope, which shows you the beautiful sight of the moon. You can see the craters on the moon’s surface and it looks breathtaking really to see it like this. You must have been smiling because the prince asks, “Are that delighted?”, while chuckling.

You try to hide your smile but fail.

“I just really love the moon and stars”, you reply, trying to be calm.

“What do you think of me?” he asks, changing the topic. “You can be honest, I can handle the truth”, he adds, looking at me with a playful grin on his face.

“Well, I really don’t know. When I met you in school, you were really mean to me. You were an asshole actually, always making me cry, always saying things about me, and always beating me at everything. I actually hated you”, you say and he looks amused actually.

“Wow, it’s the first time someone’s called me an asshole”, he says in disbelief, but you can tell he’s enjoying this.

“But what you said right now is what you ‘thought’ of me. What do you think of me now after seeing me again after years”, he presses, taking a small step closer.

He was right. What you just described was what you used to think of the prince. You gulp and gather your thoughts but seeing the way he’s staring at you is making it hard for you to concentrate.

“I guess now after seeing you, I think you’ve become a bit better. You seem more mature. And you’re really handsome. You’ve always been handsome but you’re so alluring and captivating, it adds to your irresistible charm. I may still hate you a bit but I can’t help but be drawn to you. There’s something about you I can’t seem to get enough of and maybe I’m thinking it’s not such a bad idea to marry you after all”, you confess, your breath getting heavier as you say each word. You’ve been betrayed by my own mind because that’s now what you were supposed to say but it’s out anyway. “I still kind of hate you though”, you add quickly.

He takes another step closer and you move to take a step backward but your heel gets caught in your dress and you stumble. He quickly moves to catch you, his hand wrapping around your waist, pulling you towards him. And we’re dangerously close. You can feel the warmth of his hand on my bare back.

“Don’t you want to know what I think of you?” he questions, his gaze getting darker and heavier.

You nod helplessly, not being able to form words.

“I think…after seeing you again, a hunger in me has been reignited. You’ve become so beautiful and stunning. I almost couldn’t stop looking at you tonight”, he says. “And I think I should tell you the truth but I’ve always liked you. Even when we were in school, there was something about you. And I know you still hate me but I was childish and didn’t know how else to express my feelings so I ended up hurting you, and I deeply apologize for that. Looking back, that was a really dumb thing to do”, he says.

Wow. The last thing you expected was for the prince to apologize to you. This was a surprise. He’s changed…a lot.

“And now, I can’t help but fall for you even more. I hope we can put the past behind us?”

“S-sure yeah”, you mumble and he smirks.

He tugs you closer to him once again and your breath catches. Your hand rests on his chest and we’re so, so close.

“My prince, what are you doing?” You ask, getting nervous.

“This”, he says, connecting his lips to yours.

It takes you a moment to register that he’s kissing you. The prince was kissing you. His lips are soft and gentle. He kisses you softly, like he’s unsure whether you’re okay or not and you find that sweet. You kiss him back and that’s all the approval he needs to kiss you deeper. His hand wraps around your waist, his fingers touching your bare back, making you shiver. You wrap your hand around his neck and move your lips against his. He was an incredible kisser you think.

Finally, he pulls away, breathless and looks at you.

“You don’t know how many times I’ve imagined kissing you”, he says, his voice deeper now. “Gosh, you’re gorgeous”, he whispers and kisses you again but a bit harder this time, with more passion.

You can’t seem to stop kissing him either. Maybe because a part of you has always imagined what kissing him would feel like, and now that it’s actually happening, that part of you doesn’t want it to stop. He takes a step backwards and he moves you back until your back hits the cold wall and he’s pinning you against the wall. Both his hands are on the wall on either side of your body. Your leg is exposed but you don’t really care about it. All you can think about is him and the way his lips feel on yours.

“You wore this dress on purpose didn’t you, to have some fun”, he teases, kissing your cheek, and leaving a trail of kisses on your jawline. You melt in his hands. He leaves soft kisses on my collarbone and that’s when you realise what we’re actually doing.

“What if someone walks in”, you ask, your voice coming out all breathy and high.

“They won’t remember, we’re locked in here”, he answers, pressing his lips to yours once more. You sigh into the kiss and your hands tangle in his soft hair. With each kiss, he seems to be losing control, his hands roaming my body, pushing me harder against the wall. You push off his suit jacket and it falls to the ground. We make out for another two minutes before you speak again.

“Are you sure a guard is going to find us? What if we’re stuck in here all night?” You ask, worried.

“Well then good for us”, he says mischievously. You give him a look and just then you hear someone call out from outside.

“Dark prince? Lady? Are you here?” a voice calls out.

“Speak of the devil”, the prince says, looking at you. He kisses you one last time before pulling away but you grab him by his tie and pull him forward again, kissing him for the final time. He takes a step back.

“You should get yourself together. Anyone can tell you’re probably doing something…or who knows what else they’ll think”, he says and you actually can’t believe he said that. You let out a scoff.

“Talk for yourself, go make yourself presentable”, you reply. His tie is undone and loose, his shirt which was neatly tucked in pulled out here and there and a few buttons of his shirt undone too. His suit jacket is thrown on the floor, his hair is dishevelled and a mess. His cheeks are flushed but no doubt yours are too. You run your hands through your hair and dust off your dress while he tucks in his shirt and runs a hand through his hair. He picks up his jacket and swiftly puts it on, dusting it one last time.

“Dark prince? Lady?” the voice calls out and he replies this time.

“We’re in here”, the Prine says.

I hear the door knob rattle and open and the guard seems relieved to see us.

“I seem to have lost you, I apologize”, the guard says upon seeing us both.

“It’s okay, no worries. I was just showing the lady the moon from the telescope”, he says, turning his head to you and giving you a small wink. You felt my cheeks burn up again.

“Sorry, it’s my fault, I didn’t know the door lock was broken and I closed the door”, you add.

“The king and queen request both of your presence”, the guard says.

The guard leads us outside and we walk back down the stairs to the hall. You link my hand in his and as we walk together, this night shall be one you won’t forget.

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kitkatpadywaks · 1 year

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In Another Universe

Mini-Series: Part 6/?

Truth, Kisses and Getting Fucked Up

Pairing: Morpheus x Fem!Reader

Story: Dancing With The Devil (Alternate path from the end of part 2 of the story onwards)

Warnings: Third Person. Will Mostly Be Referred To As She (Called Y/N When Her Nickname Is Being Used and Will Occasionally Be Called By Her 'Angel' Name). A Short Version Of Her Life Story. Angst. Loneliness. MAJOR DADDY ISSUES. Death (not the Endless). Mention Of Kidnapping. Grief. Things Get A Bit Heated. Profanity. Shit Kicks Off. Mentions Of Violence Against Kids. Violence and Fighting. Morpheus Is Rendered Useless. Her Kids Are Threatened. She Gets Fucked Up (as the title says). Morpheus Panics?.

Word Count: 3.6k

A/N: Major Spoilers for the Story (Klaus Mikaelson fic), like this existing spoils the mystery of who my character is as well as her character arc.

This is also being posted to my Wattpad.

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Her loose hair ruffles in the gentle breeze, cooling her unnaturally warm skin as she sits on the sofa of her room's balcony, fiddling nervously with her fingers trying to figure out where to start.

"You're under no obligation to talk to me about what ails you."

"I know. I want to tell you, it's just a long and painful story." Her knee brushes against Morpheus's as she stands up, leaning against the railing and digging her blunt nails into her palms. "I guess I'll start at the beginning."

And she does.

She starts with how her father created a soulmate for all of his children as a reward for being loyal to him and how excited she and her sibling were. How quickly that excitement disappeared when all of her siblings found their soulmates, except for her, Raphael and her twin brother Michael. Her father's most loyal children, their soulmates nowhere to be seen. How it stayed that way for too many years to count and how lonely that made her and her brothers.

Until Michael found his soulmate and how everything changed, but not for the better. She recalls the day it happened and how she covered for Michael, who kept neglecting his duties to see her, to see Aurelia. Who was an extremely powerful seer, like no being had ever seen before, and who her father wanted dead. As to why she didn't know and she wouldn't for a very long time. So she protected her twin and his soulmate, did his duties as well as her own, and covered for him when her father called for a private meeting. Taking it upon herself to attend the meeting herself, not knowing it would be her downfall.

It didn't happen straight away. It was ever so slow, digging deeper and deeper into her thoughts. Until one day, something came over her. Consumed her in her entirety until she snapped. She rebelled against her father. And she almost won. Almost.

Losing the war cost her everything. Her home, her siblings and her parents. Her father despised her and punished her mother for supporting her, locking her away in the prison Y/N was sent to rule over. And she didn't even know. She thought her mother abandoned her and hated her like the rest of her family did. And once again. She wouldn't find out the truth for a long, long time.

So she excepted her new duties. Rather begrudgingly. And, in turn, caused as much chaos as she could. Hoping desperately that whatever she did next would grab her father's attention, without much luck. Until she did, but not in the way she wanted. She did something she knew would anger her father. Something she had been avoiding doing as she didn't know what would happen, something she sometimes wished she never did, if only to stop her future agony. But she was ultimately glad she did as it allowed her to finally see who her father really was, and not the loving facade he made everyone believe was the real him. She would do it again. She would make immortality again.

Even if the cost was him cursing her. With what a lot of people would consider a good thing, and she would agree. It could be a good thing for a lot of people. Which she knew as she had given plenty of people that very gift. But it wasn't good for her. Her circumstances made resurrection very bad for her.

All of her previous chaos causing came back to bite her in the ass.

All the supernatural creatures she made. They were all drawn to her. But, unfortunately for her, she was mortal. Many thought their hunger was drawing them to her, and they killed her. This became even more of a regular occurrence when a powerful witch, Esther Mikaelson, used the immortality spell she had created to change her children into vampires. Including Niklaus, who, due to her curse, she grew up with. Who she loved and who loved her back until her untimely death at Esther's hands.

She never got to live past the age of thirty after vampires started to roam the earth. Not that humans were letting her live into old age or anything, but that was humans for you. She never expected much of humanity, even when she lived amongst them. It was one of the many reasons she never really made friends with the humans. She also didn't want to get attached and inevitably die on them. So the only friends she made were the immortal kind, one being Niklaus's younger brother, Kol, who she was able to meet up with every now and then, to the point where they had their own way of communicating as well as a code word so she could let him know it was her.

Part of the curse was the inability to talk about anything to do with it or who she was with anyone who didn't have pre-existing knowledge of the subject.

Something that became exhausting to deal with after two thousand+ years, so she ended up doing a lot of stupid things to cope with the seemingly endless pain she felt.

Eventually, she ended up in what would be her last life. She became Celeste Gilbert, the older sister of Elena and Jeremy Gilbert. Who was caught up in the supernatural world she created, not that they knew that even to this day. It was an okay life. She lived comfortably for the most part, even if the only people who liked her were Jeremy and the deceased aunt Jenna. Who, unfortunately, died at the hands of Niklaus, who was breaking his curse. Which was the beginning of the end for Y/N, or rather Celeste.

She ended up being dragged into the supernatural when Niklaus kidnapped her and took her on a road trip across America to find werewolves to turn into hybrids like him.

She knew something was up when they were on that trip. She knew she was missing something. And eventually, after arriving back in her home town, dealing with family drama and nearly getting killed by Niklaus's father, Mikael. She figured it out. They were soulmates. And it changed everything.

They embraced their bond. And for a while, things were incredible. Until Silas came. The first immortal, the lover of Qetsiyah, the woman she created the immortality spell for, was woken up. She talks about how he killed Jeremy and how her little brother's death broke her. She talks about much he tormented the people she cared about. How much he tortured Niklaus, and how scared the hybrid was for her life. Because, at that point, he knew about her curse and most of what it entailed, and he couldn't stand the thought of losing her.

But he did. Silas targeted and fatally wounded her, so she barely had time to say goodbye to her soulmate and reassure him that they'd see each other again one day. Except they wouldn't. She didn't know it at that moment. But she had broken the curse, or she should have. The only one who could pull her out of it, her father, had disappeared the second the curse had taken hold of her. So her siblings didn't have a choice. They had to pull her out as best they could. The Fates willed it. They knew if her siblings were given a choice, they would have left her in the curse, and the Fates couldn't have that, as her children had to be born.

The eldest, Evie, would be born and raised in Hell with her, and the youngest, Hope, would be born and raised by Hayley Marshall. A werewolf Celeste had befriended when she went to college in New York and who she reunited with in Mystic Falls, where Celeste had grown up.

So for the next few years, she waited. She bided her time, waiting for the day she would be with her soulmate and youngest daughter. She waited patiently in her prison, pulling strings and helping the Mikaelson family with their problems, earning herself the name 'the friend on the other side'. Watching from a distance as Hope grew older, Evie eventually watched with her, begging her to let her go meet her sister.

So she talked to Michael and made a deal. Evie could go to the Salvatore school for the supernatural, where her sister goes, but she couldn't tell anyone who she is; or who her real parents are. And so she was alone again. She watched from the shadows as her daughters became friends, became inseparable. For years.

And then the Hollow came. An ancient spirit who wanted to use Hope as a host. The Mikaelsons found a way to keep the Hollow away from Hope, but it meant they couldn't be near her. Niklaus couldn't be near her, so for years, it was just Hope and Evie in Mystic Falls, Hayley in New Orleans and Y/N scouring the world for a way for the Mikaelsons to defeat the Hollow. It caused quite a mess, resulting in Hayley's death. Though not for long, because as a hybrid, a supernatural creature, her soul came under the responsibility of Y/N, who gave her a choice. Stay dead, or live again but as one of her Demons. And so she chose to live again.

She couldn't help but wonder that if things had gone differently, she might have found something to defeat the Hollow. She had no way of knowing now. She honestly didn't even think she wanted to know. But if her father hadn't come back, hadn't played nice, and made her and her siblings believe they could be a family again. If she had realised that all he wanted to do was distract her. So she wouldn't be able to stop him. So Niklaus would die, taking the Hollow with him. Maybe Niklaus would have lived. And she wouldn't have fought her father, and Niklaus would still be her soulmate. Would her father have ripped away their soulmate bond? Would he have thrown it as far away as he possibly could without caring where or if it would land on anyone?

She can't help but ask herself as she recalls her denial. Not believing her father had taken him from her, she did the one thing she was never supposed to be able to do. She went home. She remembers how quickly she flew towards Heaven and the intense thunder and lightning that appeared as she got closer. How quickly her flesh burned and how slowly she healed. And most of all, she remembers seeing Niklaus again and how he didn't recognise who she was. He couldn't feel who she was. He didn't know she was the one he had spent the last sixteen years waiting for. How much that broke her, and how much she wanted her father to pay.

Y/N looks out at The Dreaming, staying silent as she lets her life story sink in for Morpheus, wondering if telling him was a mistake as she felt it had to be obvious who she was in her universe.

Morpheus stands, walking up next to her and resting his hands on the railing, "I understand why it's important for you to find your father."

She chuckles, "That's all you took from that?"

"I took many things. Your father is the most relevant at this time."

"I guess..." she sighs and looks at Morpheus. Taking in his features and the compassion on his face as he observes his realm. His brows furrow as a thought crosses his mind. "Ask."

He meets her eyes, "The soulmate bond, how does it work?"

"It chooses the person most compatible for the individual."

"Your father created it. But doesn't control it?"

She shakes her head, "No. Probably the one good thing he's done." She turns her body to face him, Morpheus mirroring her actions. "But that's not what you wanted to ask."

"No," Morpheus searches her face, "It landed on me, didn't it?"

"Yes, it did." She grabs his hand where it rests on the railing, "Are you okay with that?"

Morpheus offers her a soft smile, raising his free hand and resting it under her jaw, his thumb tracing it. He dips his head, stopping a breath away from her lips, his gaze flicking between her eyes and lips as he lets her decide if she wants what he does.

She doesn't hesitate. Both of their eyes flutter shut as she presses her lips against his. She grabs his face with both hands, heat lighting up every nerve in their bodies.

He grabs her hip, pulling her flush against his chest, his fingers digging into her flesh as he moves his hand from her jaw to the back of her neck and threads his fingers through her hair. Their lips move in sync as he deepens the kiss, their tongues intertwining. One of her hands shifts to his hair, pulling on the silky locks and making him groan. Morpheus pulls back from her lips and leans down to press kisses against her neck, enjoying her moans as he nibbles on her skin.

She pulls on his hair, forcing his head back so; he's looking at her and gives him a soft peck on the lips. She grabs his hand, leading him into her room and over to her bed. He presses himself against her back, brushing her hair off her shoulder to press his lips against her neck again. Her head rests against his shoulder, letting his take control for a moment before she grabs his arm and, using her strength, manoeuvres him onto the bed. She winks at him as he stares at her in shock, looking at her with excitement she's never seen before in his eyes. His hands go back to her hips as she climbs onto his lap and brings him into a kiss.

A slam makes her jump.

She breaks away from the Dream Lord to see Raphael barge through the door.

"Luci? Have you seen... Oh, fuck off!" Raphael slams his hands over his eyes.

Y/N sighs, falling onto the bed next to Morpheus. "What do you want, Raph?"

"Lucienne's looking for both of you." He peeks through his fingers, dropping his hands when he sees they've separated. "She seems worried."

Morpheus rises to his feet, "What happened?"

"I don't know, she didn't say."

Morpheus extends a hand towards Y/N, pulling her up from the bed when she takes it and leads her out of the room, following behind Raphael.

They enter the library, following the sound of Matthew and Lucienne's voices.

"Lucienne? What happened?" Y/N asks as they turn the corner to see her frantically flipping through a book.

"It's blank!" Caw! Matthew replies instead of the librarian.

"Blank?" Morpheus squeezes Y/N's hand, a sinking feeling in his stomach.

Lucienne looks up from the book, "The child. The one belonging to Daisy, whose dream you investigated and found your father in," her eyes flicker between Lord Morpheus and Y/N, "she's no longer dreaming."

Y/N stiffens, not liking what that could imply. She looks at Morpheus, "What do we do?"

He looks at her before grabbing the book from Lucienne, "We go to her last dream and find out what happened."

She lets go of Morpheus's hand, "I'll grab my sword."

Let's hope I don't need it. She thinks as she runs into her room, grabs her sword and rushes back to the library. Morpheus only just finishing examining the lack of content in the book by the time she gets back. "Ready when you are."

Raphael touches her arm as she stops next to him, "Are you sure about this?" he whispers to his sister, "The state of his realm and subjects isn't our problem."

She steps away from her brother, "It is if we have something to do with it. If Father has something to do with it." She waits for him to nod and walks the short distance to Morpheus. She grabs his extended hand and ignores the shiver that goes down her spine at his touch, the sensation more intense now that they're embracing their bond. She hopes that she'll get used to the feeling one day.

The sand obscures her sight of the library and then dissipates, revealing the park they visited in Daisy's dream. But different, as it was being viewed through the eyes of a child. She looks around at the bright scenery, the vibrant colours of the park swirling together like a Van Gogh painting as she slowly turns on the spot, trying to take in as much as she can at that moment. She stops, facing Morpheus again as he fondly takes in her joy. "Does every child's dream look like this?"

He nods, "Yes. At least, they should."

The smile on her face drops slightly as she grows solemn, remembering all the times she witnessed and experienced firsthand how much children should suffer at the hands of humanity.

"Where's the kid?"

They both scan their surroundings, quickly realising that there's no one around. Not a single person.

The hairs on the back of her neck stand on end, making her roll her shoulder as she tenses. She draws her sword, exchanging a look with Morpheus as their surroundings ripple and darken. The swirls of colour and life she had been admiring a mere moment ago rot away, turning grey and black. A breeze sends a shiver down her spine. Whispers fill the dark. Her ears strain to understand what they're saying when she feels it. That pain. She grips the sword with both hands, preparing herself.

She swings. A wave of power explodes from the hand it collides with. Her father's hand.

Her grins cruelly at her, a look of madness in his eyes that she had only seen a few times in her long life. Her father lunges at her, his hands reaching for the sword.

She's vaguely aware of Morpheus as he realises what's happening. Who she's fighting. And how little he can help.

Y/N spins out of her father's way, swinging her sword in his direction. He blocks it, hitting the blade with a strength she had forgotten he possessed, so used to seeing him make others do his dirty work. She fights her panic as he comes towards her, making eye contact with Morpheus over her father's shoulder as she leads him away from the Dream Lord. Whose eyes scream with his panic, the Endless struggling against an invisible wall, making her realise her father had trapped him in place. Which would explain why he wasn't using his powers against her. He was using most of it on the dream and Morpheus.

"Something wrong, child?" He chuckles. His voice grating, like nails on a chalkboard.

She growls, her canines elongating and her eyes turning blood red in response to his taunt. Time slows as she swings her blade, her father grinning as his hand comes up to meet it, but rather than deflecting it, he grabs it between his palms so, the edge doesn't cut him, no doubt because he had sensed the spell Evie had put on the blade. She doesn't even have time to blink before he's backhanding her across the face, her grip on the sword loosening enough for her father to rip it from her grasp. And drive the blade through her stomach.

"Y/N!!" He cries, a boom echoing across reality as the Dream Lord's power regains control of the dream. The surrounding scenery ripples and then slowly returns to its previous state.

Morpheus's voice is faint to her despite its power. She chokes; on her breath as she feels the sword's power flow through her, attacking her every cell. She looks down at where it protrudes from her stomach, taking in the white veins flashing under her skin as she grabs the sword's blade.

Her father's breath brushes against her face as he leans in to whisper in her ear, "Your children are next."

Red, blinding rage fills her body and fogs her mind. Hope. Evie. No. A gust of wind knocks against her and her father as her power surges to the surface, her head lifting to meet his gaze, and ignoring the pain, she thrusts her leg into his chest, a brief look of shock crossing her father's face before he surges backwards, disappearing from her sight, the sword going with him. She collapses to the ground, fire burning more intensely under her skin as the sword's power lingers, attacking her power, her life force.

"Shh, shh. You're okay. You're okay."

It's not until Morpheus's arms wrap around her that she realises she's screaming. She falls into his embrace, trying to control her breathing as she looks at the bright sky. The sound of people's laughter reaches her ears, the dream restored to what it should be now that her father's influence is gone.

Morpheus cups her face with his hand, white veins continuously flashing under the surface of her skin, almost blinding him as he meets her eyes, tears escaping them as he watches the fear grip her. He looks down at her wound, his hand following his sight. His hand shakes as it hovers over her injury. Not sure if the lack of blood is a good thing; or a bad thing.

"Raph..." she whispers, catching his attention once again.

He cradles her to his chest, nodding frantically and summoning his sand to take her to her brother. She falls limp in his arms, passing out as they materialise in the Ghost Library, and ignoring his confusion at why they were there as he screams, "RAPHAEL!!"

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abstract-crossverse · 1 year

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so i heard you're taking doors requests... wiggles eyebrows might I request possibly Ambush x reader fluff thingy?? this is my first request so sorry if its weirdly formatted LOL

Might as well answer these both in the same post soo sure! and youre good, the format is just fine lol. I'll do headcanons for this one to get a general grip on Ambush since I just started writing for Doors

and I hope you dont mind but I headcanon Ambush as male(he/they)- I know a lot of people see them as female so just letting you know preemptively More under the cut cuz this was long again

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Ambush x Reader [Headcanons, fluff]

-> While it may not seem like it- Ambush is one of the most patient entities in the Hotel, with his speed if he were to be constantly patrolling the Hotel as his brother does- he'd come up more often than not bite a chunk out of you

-> His strategy is usually to stalk "Players" until he finds a moment he feels you feel safe enough, to then shatter that safety to pieces as he comes screeching sounding as if a car engine and a broken vacuum had a baby- then do a couple run backs through the room you're in to see if you slip up on the timing you get in and out of the closet

-> So you can imagine with you it wasn't any different, he stalked you around after you got out of the Library and left Jeff's shop. he was a bit intrigued by how far you've gotten, then again, many others survive up to 100 and go down that elevator only to wind back at the Hotel's Lobby

-> Though you were... different, I guess you could say, he didn't know how to describe it too well, the way you marched door after door, collecting money from drawers and desks- you seemed determined to get out of here, and he's seen you a few times before, you look familiar, and he's not one to forget appearances easily. he found it.. charming, to say the least, you looked so determined to leave you'd be willing to go through this nightmare again and again? He'd applaud you if he weren't trying to be sneaky

-> Then again, many others had a similar determination, but some didn't come around too often, sometimes taking months to be even spotted walking through the halls of the Hotel. but you, you came frequently. he wasn't allowed in the lobby unlike Timothy, Sally, and Seek's Crescendo(which in reality is just Hide warning his brother of where the Players are and how close they are to Seek), and none of them really mention it at all so his guesses are those people just hang around there doing whatever until they decide to run through the Hotel again

-> And since you caught his eye, you are prompted to either feel like you're being watched a lot or have Ambush come a bit more often than he usually would- which makes you joke that he's pissed off at you or get annoyed about it

-> As time went by, and a lot of him watching you from a distance- his interest in you grew into a desire to actually meet you, know who you are, your interests, your likes, pet peeves, so on. You barely bump into other Players around the Rooms and Halls you go through due to the Hotel's nature- you enter an elevator alone and it's going to be just you and you alone unless the Hotels falters and shoves you with someone else you may or may not know at all. he has no idea how the real you is like since he's only seen small comments or curses you throw at certain entities like Screech or El Goblino if you even stop for a chat

-> And so for the past few times you passed around he's been trying to muster the courage to go talk to you or ambush you when your guard is down in hopes he can catch you for a chat. He's kind of socially awkward with people he knows dont like him or have never directly talked to him so it's a bit of a struggle for him- then he ends up just impulsively charging at you, which of course prompts the little 'game' every player does to avoid him in response

-> However, on one particular day, you slipped up. you entered the closet too soon- and Hide wasn't in a good mood that day, Ambush ran the first time to the door but before he could bounce back to the previous rooms, Hide pushed you out, you hit the floor with a soft 'thump' and a groan as Ambush stood there in shock. he looked at the closet as Hide's arms slithered back into the confines of it, then looked back down at you, who had the same expression of shock and terror as you stared at him with wide eyes, face softly lit by the green and purple light he emanated. you looked beautiful...

-> You both stood in silence before he moved slightly toward you, making you close your eyes and brace yourself, waiting for death... but death never came. You opened your eyes again when you heard footsteps hit the carpet.. footsteps? Ambush doesn't have feet- peeking from behind your arms, you were shocked to see.. Ambush, but- with a body-... waht

-> He wore a light cream-colored button shirt with a dark green vest and pants, black dress shoes along with a light green ribbon to top it off. behind his head, you could see slightly translucent tentacles that seemed to mimic hair? they glowed within the darkroom along with the same.. matter making up Ambush's neck, was that what caused the glow he emanated when he bounced by?

-> He was crouched in from of you, both knees on the ground as he hovered a skeletal hand over your shaking form.. you didn't even notice you started to shake. He attempted to speak- though only his signal yell sounded for a brief moment, making you wince since he was so close to you. He cleared his throat, seeming to avert his eyes to the side briefly as his mouth closed side to side- which made sense but it still looked weird to you-

"are... are you alright?" his voice finally came through, it was hoarse and a bit scratchy, as if he'd screamed his lungs out yesterday and lost his voice, which again- makes sense with how he screams, it had a hint of a Boston accent too

"uh....-" you were speechless, wondering if you were in a dream, and even in a dream you can't escape this place? damn. he read your confused expression and averted his eyes again "it's... hard to explain.. yknow- this?" he motioned at himself "but we're not exactly corporal, so it is possible for this to happen.-- anyway- Hide- pushed you out pretty hard-..."

He offered a hand for you to get up, you stared at his hand, unsure of why he was trying to help you, you dont know if you can trust him- after all, as far as you know he's tried to kill you. "... why... why are you helping me?... aren't you supposed to have killed me by now?" you asked, fixing sitting up from the ground a bit, Ambush looked a little apprehensive, his hand twitched slightly away

".. I- I know it may be hard to believe but... you interest me.. you caught my eye, and I wanna learn more about you." you sat there confused at his words "why me though?" the room fell silent, only the faint buzzing from his form barely hitting your ears as he looked at the ground, seeming to think about your question, he shrugged a few moments later "... I can't.. explain... you're just-... interesting."

-> after that little moment, you walked to the other room that was lit so you didn't run the risk of getting yourself bit by Screech and just- talked, about anything really, though most of the conversation was you asking questions about him and the other entities, after all its not every day you get to have an actual conversation with one of these beings that usually are out to kill you. though you still expected this to turn out to be a dream, you expected to wake up in one of the beds in the hotel or back in the Lobby

-> After that day- you half expect things to go back to the usual normal of the Hotel, Rush zooming by, Screech occasionally being an annoyance, the usual. But you were surprised by Ambush tapping your shoulder at Door 2 on your next run, scared the shit out of you-

-> And it's been like that ever since, he'd tap on your shoulder every time you came back around the first 15 doors and accompany you through the rest of the run- aside when it was dark rooms, Seek's chase, or the Library- anything that involved other entities that could see him with you- he would just- vanish until you got passed them... he didn't want to risk being isolated for talking to a Player instead of killing them.. the others could even understand a little if he explained well but- if Jack got hold of that information... he might be as well as dead again

-> You've begun to enjoy his company, you'd joke around and talk about things from before you got stuck in the Hotel, and he'd occasionally drop some of his lore as well- though he doesn't remember much from before he became Ambush

-> It wasn't long before he realized he'd gotten feelings for you, love, that was it, he remembers the feeling but he didn't even know if he could still feel it... glad to get that uncovered- now difficult if going to be Confessing his love for you. as I said, his social skills are kinda below average- so it takes him a lot of hyping himself up and chickening out to figure out how to confess... meanwhile with you- you were so incredibly confused about how you fell for the alien skeleton looking entity in the first place, maybe it was his voice or the way he was so kind to you? you really didn't know-

-> The day he confessed was a day like any other, you both sat in the garden before the Greenhouse, the rain a little less aggressive than usual as it hit the roof of the pathway, sitting towards the statue you heard other Players theorize could be a representation of the Guiding Light. At the moment he was sitting beside you listening to you tell him about the mentioned theory, he softly gazed over your smaller form, resting his head in one of his hands, a smile curling up on his lips as you chatted away about theories you and other players have come up for the hotel

-> Soon you finished talking, finally looking up at him to see his reaction as you had been looking everywhere but at him as you talked. a sudden feeling of warmness overtook his body, feeling as if butterflies fluttered around his stomach the more you stared at him, as much as he wanted to look away as he got more overwhelmed with that warm, fuzzy feeling- his body made no effort to glance away, he wanted you looking at him, he craved your attention.. he wanted to hold you, he wanted to love you

-> "... god, I love you...." he blurted out, not even realizing what he said until your face grew red, then his face just glowed in a green blush, he tried to explain himself but all attempts were futile since the more he tried to speak, the more flushed he got. Eventually, he just sighed in defeat..

"... there's no out of this one... its- its true- [Name], I love you, I really do... you're just- I can barely even explain- you're perfect in every way I can think of, your voice sounds heavenly, your quirks are incredibly charming- you're the most amazing person I've ever met... I understand if-- if you dont feel the same but- I needed to get that outta my chest.." he sighed, looking at you with eyes that pleaded with you not to hate him, not to snap at him with insults and 'why would I even like a monster like you?', though he still braced for the worst

though surprise hit him full force "I... I love you too, Ambush-... I... I do, I really do..." you looked at him softly with a small smile, you spoke a bit more- feeling as if you needed to also express what made you fall for him the way you did, even though you struggled to put it into words- he only looked at you with bewilderment

You heard a small... rumbling sound, like a purr almost? but not quite at the same time, you trailed off, trying to figure out where the sound came from before you realized- it came from Ambush, you were about to ask about it but before you could, he gently leaned his forehead on yours, purr growing noticeably louder as he nuzzled into you, wrapping his arms around you in a hug

he thanked you, so many times, he sure sounded happier than ever before right now, you chuckled, wrapping your arms around his neck to hug him back. you sighed contently, I guess now you two were a couple.

-> And now for dating headcanons because I took too long on the meeting shit

-> He loves being in your presence, hanging around you or so much as knowing your in the next room over counts I guess

→ He's not the biggest on PDA but its often that he'll at least bw holding your hand at times in public or stand pretty close to you in general. He does get flustered really easily if you give him kisses when he doesnt expect it or is in a public setting

→ Speaking of Public, he told Rush about your relationship at the very least, and he was ecstatic, his bro finally bagged someone? Color him surprised! He didn't bag shit. Actually- a little too excited- he told most of the Hotel next you knew... Minus Jack, Jack doesn't get to know of it. None of you know what he'll do to you or Ambush if he knows..

-> Some support your relationship (such as Rush, Screech, Sally, Dupe, Jeff, and Bob), others are apprehensive of it but if it makes You and Ambush happy then so be it, they'll try to remember your face and not kill you too brutally if they can help it- (Seek, Hide, Figure, Eyes, Halt and Goblino), others dont like the idea at all either because they think it's too dangerous or you shouldn't be together in general (Guiding Light and Jack(if he knew) respectively)

-> But you bother are happy with each other and aren't going to break up any time soon I'm sure

-> While he does run very fast for a decent period of time- Ambush gets pretty bad fatigue once he's done, which is why he usually appears once and fucks off for a while to rest up after so- usually if you're not going through the Hotel and is just chilling in a room somewhere he's likely to join you for cuddles if he's not with you already, sometimes this man will just refuse to get up to hunt other Players if you're already cuddling

-> As much as he's the most logical and... less energetic between him and Rush- he's just as stubborn. need to get up to continue your run? 5 more minutes with him, cmon you've done this plenty already, take a break. need to go over to Jeff to buy some food cuz you're hungry? nope, you just stay there, Ambush will get it for you- AH AH- stay there, he'll be back in seconds. Want to go check out what the Rooms are all about-- Do Not. Please. No. Don't go there.

-> He's very touch starved and at the same time touch repulsed- only very few even get to tap his shoulder without him flinching away and getting upset at them or getting straight-up killed(if you're a random player with no links with him), so if you want to give him Physical affection- tell him you want to(at least at the start of your relationship), it's fine when he's consensual about the contact or initiates it in the first place. Later on, he gets more comfortable with you and he'll accept you initiating contact without needing to ask all the time

-> He also enjoys laying on you when cuddling as you gently caress his face or his head, it fills him with so many butterflies you have no idea. and he'll return the favor in kisses and do the same to you when it's your turn to lay on him, also give him kisses while holding his face in your hands, and he will melt /pos

-> He's also very attentive to detail, he'll remember the tiniest of things about you and your likes and what you dont like and use that to get you gifts from either players he killed that had something you liked or random trinkets he thinks you'd like that spawn around the Hotel at times

-> He's also very interested in fashion, he knows quite a bit about color theory and clothing combos so if you dont know what to wear, he's the guy you can count on to help you. Just give him a general vibe you're aiming towards and he'll do his best to find good options for you around that. He also learned how to tailor outfits with Glitch, the perks of being one of the oldest entities of the Hotel, he will make you an outfit do not test him

-> Remember when I mentioned the tentacle thingies on the back of his head? yeah those act like hair, they feel smooth and a bit rubbery and act like how Splatoon hair works, you can cut it, braid it, tie it up, anything- it has no pain receptors so he wouldn't feel pain if you cut it or tied it too tight, though it still kinda moves with his emotions or just idly

-> He loves you a lot, and he's glad you choose to stay with him. he promises he'll try his best to make you happy :]

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