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azrielsdove · 5 months

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Ive been loving all the fics youve been posting. I had this lil idea that hopefully sparks joy for you if ur requests are open. Its an azriel x reader. Where reader is very cold hearted and kinda mean almost bitchy like nesta. Hates to be touched eapecially on her back. Azriel hates her cuz she so unpleastant and so incredibly difficult. The bond snaps for azriel and hes so so confused because he for sure thought elain was for him. Reader always looks at azriels hands almost disgusted but the truth is that she had her wings cut off and the stumps burned down to her flesh, so her entire back is scarred like azriels hands. Her face isnt of disgust but since he hides his hands she assumes he'd be disgusted in her. Azriel softens up to her when he finds out she has a soft spot for children, maybe she teaches orphaned children in the city. Idk i just like the idea of a cold hearted reader thats just as scarred as azzy but actually has a soft heart for kids. Or maybe shes always longed for a family of her own but cant get passed her own insecurities. You can change whatever you'd like to fit your writing style. ❤️

Thank you love!!!! I am OBSESSED with this idea and took off with it. I decided to turn it into a mini series, when I started writing the Readers POV it was getting wayyyy long. I hope I have done your idea justice, here is part 1 <3

Cold Hearts: Azriel x Reader

Chapter Warnings: None

Pt. 2 Here

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Azriel couldn’t stand her. She was nothing but cold and hateful to everyone, especially to him. When she had first come to stay with Rhysand in Velaris, he had tried to be kind to her. Rhys hadn’t told anyone why he brought her, and she certainly never opened up about it.

The first day he met her, she was sitting silently in the small library in the House of Wind. Azriel had smiled at her and given a “Good morning.” She had turned sharply to look at him, her gaze focusing on the hand he waved with. He watched the look of disgust come over her face before she turned back to staring into the fire.

Azriel had been a little taken aback. Sure, he struggled with the way his hands looked, and was no stranger to the dirty looks. The look on her face had been nastier than he had ever seen. She looked at his hands like they caused her pain. He left the library after that, not sure what to think.

Many years had gone by since that first meeting, and Azriel preferred to stay far away from her. No one else wears very fond of her either. He still didn’t know why Rhys had brought her here, nor why he allowed her to stay. She spent most of her days locked in her room or sitting in the library. She occasionally came to meals with the family, rarely speaking. And when she did speak? It was always some cold remark, as if she wanted to be anywhere else with anyone else.

So why did she stay?

Azriel pondered that question far too often. When Rhys became trapped Under the Mountain, he had included that everyone should be prepared for war in his last message. Azriel took it upon himself to train her. He had shown up to her room early in the morning, expecting a fight. To his shock, she willingly came.

She took to training quicker than Azriel had thought. She proved to have some skill under that cold shell she showed everybody, even if it took some coaxing for it to come out. He was impressed. Azriel even started enjoying teaching her, until the day she lashed out at him and declared she never wanted to see him again.

He didn’t know what he had done wrong.

He was trying to teach her a slightly difficult new maneuver. She was struggling to angle her body the correct way, unable to understand how Azriel did it. He had reached out to help her, placing a hand on her lower back and shoulder to move her body into place. She shot out of his grasp like he had stabbed her, whipping around to face him.

“What do you think you are doing?” She had seethed, eyes on fire. Azriel had held his hands up in surrender, confused.

“I was just trying to help-“ He had begun, being cut off by her.

“Don’t. Don’t fucking touch me.” She had glared at his hands, a stare he didn’t miss.

“I don’t understand why you must be so insufferable all of the time!” Azriel had snapped, fed up with the constant negativity and judgement that came from her.

“Maybe don’t be a nasty pig and grab up on any female you see!” She had shouted, turning to leave the ring. “Stay away from me. I don’t wish to see you anymore.”

And that was that.

Cassian had taken over her training from then on out. Azriel was fine with it. She clearly had some sort of issue with him, and it seemed to stem from his hands. His ugly, scarred hands. Were they really so grotesque she couldn’t even stand him touching her?

***

When Rhysand had returned from Under the Mountain, things got better and worse. At first, she had been kinder. Azriel had noticed how she rushed to Rhys before anyone else, how carefully she wrapped him in her arms. The two of them had disappeared after that, not seen until the next day. Azriel couldn’t figure out why the two of them had such a bond, why Rhysand cared for her so much. He had just come back and announced that the human girl - Feyre - was his mate, so it couldn’t be a romantic attraction.

Or could it?

Azriel shook his head, demanding those thoughts the leave his mind. Ignoring the spark of jealousy that ran through him. He didn’t know why he cared so much about her.

***

Elain. There was no doubt in Azriels mind that Elain was his. Rhysand had Feyre, Cassian had Nesta, naturally Azriel would have Elain. It didn’t matter that the cauldron had mated her with Lucien. Three sisters, three brothers. Anyone could read what that meant.

Azriel tried not to notice the way she had slunk into the shadows lately. When Feyre first came to the Night Court, the two had struck up a friendship. Azriel couldn’t believe his eyes and ears when he saw how fun and sweet she was with Feyre. It further confirmed his belief that she was so disgusted in his scars that she couldn’t stand to be near him. She had even started to being nicer to Cassian, her training with him going much better than yours with Azriels had.

Once the bond snapped with Feyre and Rhysand, she had taken a small step back from the both of them. When it snapped with Cassian and Nesta, she had backed away from Cass as well. She barely even had a witty retort anymore, choosing to stay quiet most of the time.

Azriel felt like no one else had noticed the change in her. However, he had to admit, so much change had happened in such a short time that he couldn’t blame them for not realizing.

Why did he realize?

Even as she created small friendships with the others, she ignored Azriel. She only looked at him to stare at his hands. He had taken to wearing his gloves around her at all times, but she just stared as if she could see through the fabric. He had spent decades trying to be nice to her, for nothing. She rarely spoke to him, mostly just gave that look to his hands.

She was always going to be cruel to him.

***

Azriel was trying desperately to find a Solecist gift for Elain. He knew he had a reputation for gifts, and he wanted to make sure what he got Elain was perfect. As perfect as she is.

And he had no idea what that would be.

He was wandering the paths of Velaris aimlessly, peering into the stores as he passed, trying to see anything that seemed like Elain. He was getting worried that he would never find anything, turning away from yet another shop.

He stopped when he saw her.

She was inside a little building, large windows open for anyone to see in. He watched as she stood at the front of the room, facing a small group of…children? He angled his body a little to see clearly into the room, listening to her voice come through the window. Her tone was kinder than he had ever heard it. Azriel watched with wide eyes as she demonstrated a defense move-a move he had taught her.

And now she was teaching it to children.

He watched for the rest of the class, amazed at how well the kids grasped onto the concepts she was teaching. He felt his heart skip when her laughter floated out the windows, a bright smile on her face as she looked at one of the students. He had never seen her like this before.

When the class ended he watched as one of the smaller children ran up to her and threw their arms around her legs. Azriel expected her to jump back at the touch, instead watching her bend down and wrap her arms around them. He couldn’t believe his eyes. He couldn’t believe any of this. He turned and headed back to the House, the gift for Elain long forgotten.

***

He wanted to approach her. He wanted to ask about the children he saw her teaching. He had a sudden desire to know more about her, to see who she may be under that cold exterior.

Azriel should have known she wouldn’t let him.

It was a few days after he had spotted her in town, and he had finally found her alone in the little library. He cleared his throat as he approached her, hoping to get her attention. Of course, she ignored him. He shouldn’t have been hurt by it, but he had been so hopeful after seeing her with the children.

Azriel called her name.

Her head slowly turned to him, eyes blazing. “Yes?” She asked coolly. Azriel have a small smile, refusing to lose his nerve now.

“I saw you, in town? With the children? I-“ He started, cut off by her suddenly standing.

“Spying on me, are you?” She asked, anger all over her face.

“No! No! I was shopping, for Elain, and I happened to walk by!” Azriel was gesturing wildly, not wanting you to think he was following you. “I saw you and then I saw the children and I was interested. You were, nice to them.” He cursed the words as they came out of his mouth, sounding just as sorry as one could imagine.

She scoffed. “Why would I not be? They’re kids.” Her words were sharp and Azriel felt embarrassment creep up his neck.

“Well, you’re not really nice to anyone.” He bit out, temper rising as she laughed.

“You don’t know anything about me.” She said, looking at him curiously.

“Oh? Is that so?” Azriel felt the words coming out before he could stop them, all the things he had wanted to say for years. “Maybe that’s because you don’t let anyone get close to you. I tried to be your friend in the beginning, just for you to be cold and nasty. You are always cold and nasty. I’ve noticed you slowly losing the friends you have made, slinking off into the shadows. Do you ever stop to think that maybe it’s because you’re a cold-hearted bitch?”

She looked like he had slapped her.

“W-what?” She stumbled out, eyes wide.

Now it was Azriels turn to scoff. “Don’t pretend to be innocent now. You rarely speak to anyone except for Rhys, and when you do it’s usually to tell them to leave you alone! Even when I was trying to train you, you lashed out at me for just trying to help. You have always acted like I disgust you, always glaring at my hands. Do they really upset you so much that you have to act like i’m the worst thing you’ve ever encountered? That you have to look at me like that and flinch when I touch you? I tried to be nice to you, just for you to react like that.” He was breathing heavy, all the hurt coming to the surface.

He watched her eyes flash and then suddenly, she was yelling at him. “How dare you? You have no idea what you are talking about. Are you so self centered that you truly believe everything I do is about you? Do you ever stop for one second to think that maybe, just maybe, I have my own shit to deal with?” Her cheeks were colored red, her hands clenching into fists.

Azriel rolled his eyes. “We all have our own shit going on. It doesn’t mean we take all of our miserable feelings out on everyone else!”

“I don’t! I just don’t have any interest in getting close with you. Not everyone has to want to lick the ground you walk on, Shadowsinger.” She spat out the last word like it was dirt in her mouth.

“Why not? What have I ever done that makes you hate me so? What has any of us done? The only one of us you would talk to for years was Rhysand. Did you love him? Are you bitter now that he has a mate and no one will ever be interested in you?” Azriel knew that was a low blow, but his anger overrode him common sense.

“What are you talking about? The relationship between me and Rhysand is none of your business. For a spymaster, you’re truly horrible at reading a situation.” She was angry, angrier than she had been in decades.

Azriel didn’t care. “No one here likes you. They’ve all moved on from their short friendships with you. Even your precious Rhys has found someone else to occupy his time with. Why do you stay here? You have no one.” He felt the pain in his chest at the expression on her face.

She blinked quickly, fighting tears. “You are the cruel one, Azriel.” She turned and ran from the room, leaving him in the aftermath of their fight.

It was the first time she had said his name.

He felt it snap in his chest, the tug to follow you. He could barely react, the shock of it keeping him rooted to the spot. No, he thought. No. Not her. It wasn’t supposed to be her.

The mating bond didn’t care for his concerns.

***

Please let me know how you feel!! Honestly Pt. 2 should be out tonight or tomorrow, i’m pretty far into it. I’m thinking this will be a 3-4 part mini series!!!

#acotar #acotar x reader #azriel #rhysand #azriel x reader #azriel x you #azriel x y/n #cold hearts

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slashers-and-rats · 7 months

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hiii could i request a nsfw 😳 one shot with brahms? the plot being the reader being in greta's pov when he asks for a good night kiss and how it advances from there when the reader chooses not to stab him hehehehe i dunno if smth like that has been written before tho,, anyways thank you for reading my req!! ♡♡ love ur writing btw~~

rat chat: thank you!! I’m glad you like my writing!! i hope this is what you were looking for.

brahms heelshire x gn!reader | nsfw

brahms felt heavy.

the way you looked at him felt like a weight being pressed down on his shoulders. something about your gaze, about the way you seemed to stare through his soul- it all felt straining. something was clawing at him, trying to get out. it pushed on his ribs and crowded around his lungs, it suffocated him.

you had lead him back to his room. you guided him down into his bed, so stern as you spoke. he knew it was passed his curfew, but the itching in his brain told him he should stay awake. he had to. you were there, right in front of him, how could he waste this time on something so useless as sleep?

he was lucky you had agreed to tuck him in. you laid him down so gently. you tucked his blanket in tight around him, making sure he was cozy. he wasn’t. he was restless. he stirred and squirmed, his fingertips twitching with the energy he was trying to contain within him. maybe on the outside he was calm and collected, but if you could see his eyes, you’d know nothing but need burned behind them. he didn’t understand what he was hungry for, what he wanted, but with every graze of your fingertips across his blanket-clad body, he became more and more starved.

he laid there, still, watching you. you finished readying him for bed, making sure the comforter was snug around him. once it was confirmed, you had straightened up a bit, but not before letting your gaze linger on his own. he knew you could see it. he knew you could see his yearning, swirling hot behind his eyes; he could tell by the way you bit your lip that you could see right through him and into his deepest desires. it wasn’t like he was hiding it anyways, he wanted you to know. he wanted you to see him, and to be the one to act, and to provide what he was missing. he needed you.

but, much to his dismay, you began to move away. you straightened up, and began stepping back, your lips beginning to form the words ‘goodnight’. brahms didn’t let them come, though, and stopped you with a harsh grip around your wrist. the movement had been so sudden, you wondered if his hand had been there the whole time.

“goodnight kiss…?” his voice was soft, strained. he sounded almost pathetic.

“brahms… i don’t know. maybe not tonight, it’s already late, and you should’ve been in bed a long time ago, and-“

he cut you off by squeezing your arm a little tighter. for a moment, you looked fearful, but when you saw what was really there behind his intentions, you seemed to soften. he needed you. it was nothing trivial, he just… needed you.

you sighed, sitting down on the edge of the bed. a hand went up to his face, and he pressed his cheek into it without any thought. his eyes never left yours, though. they remained steady, gliding over every detail on your face over and over. he tried to memorize it all for later- for when he was alone, pretending his hands were yours. he did it many times before. he felt almost ashamed at how many times he had touched himself while watching you through random peepholes in the house. but he couldn’t help it. he needed you.

you pulled him from his thoughts when you tilted his head towards you. he parted his lips under the mask just as you did above him. you leaned down, pressing soft against the mouth of his glass face. underneath the porcelain, he returned this gesture. if he tricked himself- if he shut his eyes tight and imagined there was nothing between you both, he could feel your warmth.

before he realized, he was pressing up into you. his hands had emerged from the blankets, both now finding purchase at your sides. he gripped onto the fabric of your shirt, dragging you closer to him. the surface of the mask was smudged against your lips, nearly pressing passed into your teeth, and the sensation made you whimper.

this sent a hard shiver down brahms’ spine. you could feel his body shake at this sound. he wrapped his arms around you, pulling you even closer, until his chest was pressed tight to your soft body. you felt like a pillow. it reminded him of the one he had in his hideaway, that he sprayed with your stolen perfume and rutted against when he was feeling particularly desperate. that was nothing in comparison to this, though. he could feel your actual heat, your real beating heart, your hands coming to hold his shoulders for balance.

he pushed himself up to a sitting position, tugging you until you were partially in his lap. at this, you pulled away, taking a moment to catch your breath while holding yourself at a distance. your hands had come to rest against his chest, and he could feel the thumping of his pulse manipulating your fingers.

“brahms… you need to sleep, okay? you can’t… we can’t do this.”

“why?” the question was somewhat stern. his head tilted to the side, eyes blinking focus back onto you. “i want it.”

“i know you do, but… but you don’t even know what you’re doing. and it’s wrong, and it’s late, and-“

“i need it,” he pressed on. he leaned closer to you, dipping his head down to rest in the crook of your neck. his hot breath hit the inside of his mask, the sound echoing out into the open air. he could feel your own heartbeat quicken. you wanted this too, he knew it. deep down you longed for this, for him. why couldn’t you admit it? why couldn’t you just give him what he deserved? “i’ll be good…” he whispered, fingertips trailing down your sides and to your thighs. “please… please, i’ll be so good, and i’ll never misbehave again… please…”

you turned away, your skin dragging along the porcelain of his ‘face’. he knew he was getting to you. he was picking away at that inner resolve.

“what if i just gave you another kiss? would that be enough?” you asked. brahms shook his head. it would never be enough, never. “what do you want than?”

“touch me.” he grabbed your wrist, not too rough, and moved it to his own thigh. you gasped quietly in surprise. the sound was so sweet, he could taste the sugar on the edge of his tongue. he pressed your hand up, up, up, making it push along his loose lounge pants and up towards his bulge. “please. i need it. it aches…”

your palm met his clothed cock, and you could feel it immediately throb under the pressure. brahms had never been touched this intimately, and the slightest brush of your fingers made him whine quietly under his breath. he let go of your hand, expecting you to move away, but you stayed. you pushed a bit more into his erection, the sensation making him buck and rub his hips up into this new feeling.

“if i do this, will you go to bed?” you asked. his nodding was immediate. he whispered promises under his breath, his face pushing further into your flesh. you rubbed a thumb up the length of his bulge, and it made him thrust hard into your touch. “okay… okay, lay down. pull your pants down too.”

he did as told. he laid himself down flat against the bed, yanking his trousers and underwear down at the same time. his cock flipped up against his stomach, hard and leaking with beads of precum already. this would be a quick ordeal, but it would be worth it.

you reached down, wrapping your fingers around his cock and beginning to pump. the movements were slow at first, your thumb rubbing underneath his head and your fingers squeezing rhythmically around his shaft. you watched him, your gaze nearly burning his skin. brahms was lost to it all immediately. his head turned to press into his pillow, his hands gripping hard at the sheets of the bed, and his hips pushing lazily into the pleasure. he felt lost to it all. your caring touch sent him into the clouds. all of his brain power was being focused on this warm feeling enveloping him, wrapping around him like a dense fog. it felt so good.

brahms managed to find some composure, just enough that he could turn to look at you. where he thought there would be indifference, he saw lust. your eyes were focused on his dick, watching it with such intensity. you licked your lips as you stroked up and down, letting his precum leak over your knuckles and down his shaft. his cock was wet, making slick sounds every time you pumped him. each noise went straight to his core, and added to the fire building there.

“does this feel good?” you asked, stopping for just a moment to hear his reply.

“y-yes… yes, please, keep going… please, i need it… i need you, please…” he babbled, bucking his hips into your fist. you couldn’t help the smirk that crept onto your face. he had to look away again, face becoming hot with embarrassment. he had never seen you look at him that way before, and part of him hoped you’d never look at him any different.

“you’re already so worked up. are you gonna be able to handle me going faster?” you gave a few quick strokes, and it made him keen and arch his back. you chuckled as he slumped back down to the mattress, thighs already shaking.

“i can take it… i can… please…” he whimpered.

you nodded, starting a faster pace with your hand. he couldn’t hold back now. moans spilled unfiltered out of his mouth. they echoed off the walls and created a chorus of pleasure. every movement of your hand pulled another pathetic tune from his mouth, and he thanked the lord his mask was on, or else he’d be ashamed of how embarrassing his face was. it was red, contorted into an expression of overwhelming pleasure. his hands pulled at the sheets underneath him. he worried if he let go he would fall into nothing, and all of this goodness would disappear into the ether.

his cock twitched hard in your hand, continuing to spill puddles of precum around your fingers. you hummed at your work in satisfaction, twisting your fist and squeezing periodically along his shaft. you worked magic on him, making him sob in pleasure and pulling noises he never knew he could make from the depths of his throat.

it all became too much. an early orgasm was rushing towards him quick, and he was writhing hard against the bed at an attempt to escape. you never let up, though, and chased down this feeling inside of him with every jerk of his cock.

“k-kiss! kiss, please, n-need kiss…!” he gasped, a hand coming to grab at your shirt. he pulled you towards him weakly, and you allowed him too. you loomed over his squirming body, never slowing your movements. you leaned down, pressing multiple kisses along his cheeks and forehead, before connecting your lips back to those porcelain ones.

he moved his own mouth up into the glass desperately, mouthing along the surface in between you both. you giggled, and the sound felt like needles piercing into his heart. it was too much, it was too good, he couldn’t take it, he couldn’t-

he came with a cry. his hand that had once been gripping you went down to your wrist again, leading you through the milking of his cock, until he pulled you away to stop overstimulation from setting in. he was panting, sweaty and spent, messy now with his sperm spread across his stomach. lights flashed behind his eyes, but you stayed centred in his vision, like a monument to his pleasure. he was lax against the bed, barely moving save for his chest, which heaved up and down in an attempt to catch up to his heart.

“i think you’ll be able to sleep well now,” you cooed, gathering the blankets back up. you tucked them around him once again, and nearly laughed at the way he winced as the fabric touched his bare cock. you didn’t say anything, though, and simply went about your normal routine of making him comfortable.

once he was snug, you pressed one last kiss to his forehead. he was barely there, slipping in and out of a haze of euphoria. you lingered for a moment, watching him as he tried to force his eyes to stay open.

“goodnight, brahms. sleep well.” you patted his chest lightly, before standing and leaving the room.

brahms laid there in the glow of it all. as he began to slip into sleep, he sent out a last prayer to the universe, begging that tonight would happen again. he needed it to.

he needed you.

#brahms heelshire x reader #brahms heelshire #slashers #slasher x reader #ask

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sturniololoco · 3 months

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Can you PLEASEEEE write a fic about Nathan and hockey🙏🏽🙏🏽🙏🏽

Big Game Pt 1

SLS x Nathan Doe

warnings: Not yet hehehe

Nathan's POV

Today was the big hockey game of the season for Somerville High School. We had made it all the way to the State Finals.

Matt and Chris, my best friends and a part of the Sturniolo Quadruplets, were playing in the game as well. Nick was there for photography reasons, and their sister, SLS/N, was tagging along to cheer us on.

It was lunch time and the boys, SLS/N, and I were at our usual table in the back. We Chris and I were talking about the game while Nick and Matt were getting lunch in line. SLS/N was sitting quietly, writing in her notebook

She had her nose scrunched, biting her lip in concentration. Looking absolutely adorable while doing it. I couldn't help but look at her, getting distracted from Chris talking.

"Hey! Are you even listening?" He laughs snapping in my face.

I laugh, may face turning a little red. Lucky for me, Matt and Nick walk over. Matt gently ruffles her hair, as she looks up at him and smiles, showing her dimples. Adorable.

"So, you guys excided for your game?" I hear her ask.

I look up and she's looking at me. I quickly look down, stabbing at my lunch with my fork.

The bell rang for lunch, the triplets taking the left to get to PE, while SLS/N and I take a right so I can drop her off at her Spanish class, just like we do every day.

Just before I drop her off, I work up the courage to take my home jersey, the one that I won't use because we're playing away today and toss it at her.

"Wear it at the game. You need a little spirit." I say, giving her a smile while running my fingers through my hair.

She catches it and unfolds it, holding it up and reading Doe on the back. She looks up at me and smiles.

"You know I can wear matt's or Chris's, right?" She asks, but kept the jersey all the same, tucking it into her backpack.

"Yeah, but my last names way cooler than theirs." I say, giving her a wave and walking to my class.

I hear her giggle then walk into her class.

As soon as the bell rang, I rushed out of my calculus class, down the main stairs, and out the door to get to the student parking lot. We had an hour and a half long drive to get the the ice rink, so we needed to get going.

Matt, Chris, and I all chucked our hockey gear into the back along with our backpacks, shutting the car door. We then hopped in the car, only to notice that SLS/N was not in the car yet.

"Oh my god, i thought I told her to get out quick." Matt mumbled under his breath, eyeing the long line of cars, cramming together while trying to get out of the parking lot.

We only had to wait about five more minutes until I see SLS/N running towards the car. The hops in between Nick and I in the back, out of breath and her cheeks pink from running all the way here.

"Matt-I'm so-so sorry. Some idiot spilled paint all over me." She says in between breaths.

only then did I notice the blue paint, running all the way down her shirt. Her shirt was wet, like she tried to get some of it off with water, only to make it spread worse.

But I was shocked at what she did next.

"Chris, can i borrow your hoodie for the game?" She asked her older brother.

He nodded, taking off his black sweatshirt and handing it to her. Much to my surprise, she peeled of her wet shirt, leaving her in just a sports bra before throwing Chris's hoodie on.

I felt my cheeks turn red, noticing how close I was to her bare skin. She then dug around in her backpack, and pulled out my other jersey, and put that on over the black hoodie.

I smiled at myself, admiring how good she looks with my name on her back.

New series y'all!!! Part 2 tomorrow if ur interested, let me know in the comments!!!

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mysterious-moonstruck-musings · 3 months

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WIP Wednesday Thursday

I swear, I'm always a day late for this...but that's ok because I was busy working on several things. 😏 First up, I FINALLY got chapter 29 of Destiny & Deliverance started. I admit, I was stalling because I do not want it to end, but I think I have gotten my mojo back. Yesterday, some things happened in my brain that caused plans to change a bit with this chapter...among other things (I'll get to the other things in a minute). No ETA on when it will be done, but just know I am working on it. Since we have had a bit of a D & D drought, I offer a snippet to hold you over:

I was humming along with the radio that was just barely audible through the speakers in the living room and tucking socks into a drawer when a piece of clothing landed on my head. I sighed, pulling it from my face as I turned toward the door. I narrowed my eyes at Dieter, who was standing there in nothing but his black jeans with his arm leaned against the door frame above his head. He eyed me with a flirty smirk on his face. I scoffed, “What am I now, your dirty laundry basket?” I turned to throw his shirt into the hamper as he made his way over to me with a chuckle. His hands immediately snaked around my waist, pulling me tightly against him while his mouth searched out the spot behind my ear that always got me going. Instinctively, my fingers tangled into his hair. My humming turned into a heavy sigh as my skin broke out in goosebumps from his touch. This felt like a distraction. I managed to gather my thoughts well enough to focus on the news I had anxiously been waiting for. I tightened my grip on his hair, “How did the…ugh…meeting go?” He groaned, “Eso no es importante en este momento.” Taking a minute to translate that to the best of my ability, I pulled away slightly, tilting his head by his hair to make him look at me. “Por qué?”

These two...are going to be too much. Just sayin...🥰😏 Anyone want to take a stab at guessing what the meeting was about and why he is avoiding talking about it? Ok, so on to the other things...I know some of you caught it already when I posted yesterday, but I did want to share more details. So, I had planned to just do random outtakes for D & D from Dieter's POV as extras. Within about an hours' time, that all changed and now we have this. It will actually be a companion series called Light in the Darkness. It will be from Dieter's POV covering the events that take place in D & D. I already have the outline done and the chapter titles posted. Now, the question is, how well can I channel my inner emotionally unstable man and write his breakdown from his POV. That remains to be seen. I plan to work on this while I work on Closed Position. I figure it may be good to have something less dark to work on at the same time. Otherwise, I may melt into an emotional mess. You will probably notice, the images for the header of this fic (below) contrast from D & D. We are going to get a lot of insight on Dieter's feelings when it comes to Talia. The intimacy and connection between them is something that is on his mind... A LOT. Not necessarily in regard to sex either. It's something he has never experienced, and it is ultimately what changes him. It should be interesting to explore his side of things and see what he was going through when he wasn't with Talia.

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#dieter bravo #dieter bravo fic #pedro pascal #pedro pascal characters #pedro pascal character fanfic #Destiny & Deliverance Series #Light in the Darkness Series #destiny & deliverance teaser #light in the darkness teaser

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theminecraftbee · 2 years

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being in ur impulse feelings while im in my bdubs feelings is so crazy bc in 3L bdubs wanted to trust impulse so bad but He wouldnt commit to the Crastle in any way that satisfied him. for bdubs it also wasnt abt the clock, it was that scar got to play off of bdubs Need to devote himself to someone First. Impulse just got there too late.

Then in DL impulse got the pleasure of being the first in line to recieve that loyalty. and etho was trying to undermine it and bdubs still Wanted Etho. <- goes crazy over this

NOW with Rentheking Bdubs is sticking by his side despite being overtly grating and unpopular. I want to predict that bdubs will attempt to Ghost the king bc that is the move of a guy who wants to wring every drop of Use out of a relationship but doesn't want to go thru the annoying motions of a real breakup. which somehow manages to ride the line of doing what impulse wants politcally but not what he wants personally ... which is either a confrontation or a team up with bdubs for old times sake... -girltimeswithscar

YEAH LIKE. OKAY. from everyone else's pov you SEE impulse is coming across as shifty. hell TWO OF HIS DEATHS ARE FRIENDLY FIRE. one of them is scott who did not know impulse was on the crastle's side at all and therefore their side. then the other one, of course, is the clock. and like, it's about the clock. it's about scar being able to give bdubs this symbol. but you're right for BOTH OF THEM it was never about the clock it's about impulse thinking a promise at the start of the story is enough to still be believes at the end and about bdubs never getting the commitment that bdubs would have given.

and like. yeah. in double life etho is trying to homewreck the homewreckers a little bit and bdubs is just like. impulse is the first to get the loyalty this time. but the cracks start to show. and like.

okay. i think bdubs is like... devoted to the idea of devotion. he is devoted to this Ideal of a person he can absolutely give his whole self to. (he loves me.) but like, impulse doesn't show his devotion like that. impulse's devotion was trying to be friends with everyone, but friends with them first, where bdubs's devotion is that there is only One Guy for him and the rest is auxiliary, and. they're SO CLOSE. they're so close to working out in double life. and sure, the universe has forced it, but they are so close to working out but they're still. at the end the death message shows bdubs stabbing him. and maybe it was a glitch. and maybe it was not. and can impulse really trust bdubs anymore? and did bdubs ever really devote himself to impulse, or was he devoted to the idea of that mid-century modern house and a pool and someone to gossip with? i like to think maybe they worked but at the same time it's like. i think they were happy. i think they needed to be, though. is that the same thing.

(it was never about the clock for either of them.)

and that last paragraph is driving me a little insane because i can SEE IT. i can see this time being the time bdubs actually goes through with the scheming part of being scheming as an advisor. of losing that ideal he's devoted to and leaving. but like. YEAH. that would be want impulse wants politically (the king's court falling apart) but not what he wants like, emotionally. and like. idk man

i am thinking about them tonight and you are fueling this

#answered #girltimeswithscar #third life smp #double life smp #impulsesv #bdoubleo100 #because this deserves maintag you're SO RIGHT

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11queensupreme11 · 7 months

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So we know that Poseidon and hades are gonna win their round in ur fic (Apollo too but idk about canon) and part of me is very happy because I’ve always found it ridiculous that Poseidon lost but on the other hand, my heart goes out to Qin Shi Huang. He’s definitely one of my favorites along with hades so to see either of them die was a stab in the heart for me in ror.

That aside, I’d like to think that Poseidon, hades, Apollo and beelzebub are fighting before seeing Percy in the crowd and realizing that oh yea, their daughter/niece/cousin/lover is watching them and then just absolutely showing off their skills to prove to her that they’re strong.

Percy: Daddy! 👋

Poseidon: 😐🔱 *showing off and playing with sasaki*

Please tell me we also get outsider pov! I would love some perspective on how other gods see their relationship and what they think about it!

As always, love ur work, keep it up!

-☀️

WAIT THATS SO CUTE 😭😭

Percy being their lil cheerleader!!! Oh there would be so many deaths for the poor human fighters 🥺

#👸🏻| asks #👸🏻| arsenic blues

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spikedhe4rt · 2 years

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idk if you write angst i just saw ur requests are open but if you do write angst how ab Darry x a reader who dies due to a soc i am on my knees i need to feel something

Darry x Reader. Tw: Death, Murder, Violence, Hurt/No comfort

It was a cold Saturday night in Tulsa and I was at the walking to the lot to sleep since my parents kicked me out for the fifth time this month. I had a boyfriend, Darry but I didn’t want to bug him at 3am. I hadn’t told him my parents were abusive since he already had so much to worry about.

I stayed in motels and sometimes at bucks when i had money but I usually don’t because of my shitty job at the dingo. I arrived at the lot and found a “good” spot to sleep on for the night. I was getting as we comfortable as I could when I saw blue mustang pull up in the lot. What do they want? I began to try to hide but I was grabbed and shoved down to the ground. It was bob, the guy with the rings that beat up Johnny before. “Let me go! Stop!” I yelled as loud as I could but no one could hear me. “Shut it greaser!” Bob replied through gritted teeth.

He began to kick and punch me over and over again to the pint I was coughing up blood. He then punched me square in the nose with defining crack. It was definitely broken. I felt myself go in and out of consciousness. I don’t know where I found the power but I kicked as hard as I could nailing bob in the face. The other socs let go of me to help him up so I grabbed my blade from the back pocket. I stood up feeling weak as I held up my blade to defend myself. Bob began to charge at me so I used all of the strength I had left to stab him in the leg. He fell back in pain and I felt relief.

I was proud of myself, Darry always said that my blade would help me in situations like these. Even though I felt weak, I walked over to bob on the ground and nailed him right in the nose. I looked at him with tears in my eyes with a light smirk. I won! I did it! or so I thought. I was standing over him when I felt a strong pain in my side, I looked down to find a blade in my side. The other socs. The blood started to seep into my shirt making a huge stain. I doubled over in pain and collapsed.

“DARRY!, HELP SOMEONE PLEASE” I yelled, voice cracking in the process. I couldn’t get up or move at all I could do was yell for him, someone, ANYONE. I started to lose conciseness and I couldn’t feel my gash anymore. I knew this was it, the end. I spent my last breaths starting at the night sky starting to brighten with sunlight or so I thought.

Darrys POV:

I woke up to the sound of my alarm. I decided to get up early to cook even though It was my day off since the gang was coming over. I went into the kitchen to make some eggs, pancakes, and bacon. Everyone’s favorite especially Y/n’s. Shes usually here at his time already but she probably had something to do first.

After I finished, the gang started to pour in to come eat. Once we finished eating, Two-bit turned on Mickey in the living room so we soon sat down to watch. I decided to sit on recliner and read the paper instead. Y/n still hadn’t arrived and I wasn’t the only person who noticed because Dallas soon said “Wheres y/n this morning?” Everyone shrugged. “I have no idea. Have you seen her lately?” Pony asked Dallas in reply. “No I haven’t since she stayed with me couple days ago” We looked at him in shock.

I decided to say something. “Why was she staying with you Dallas?” I asked with high suspicions. “Her parents kicked her out for the fourth time this month, you didn’t know?” I was shocked, she would’ve told me if that was true, wouldn’t she? “What?!” I yelled out in worry. “I thought you all knew that?” Dallas asked confused. “Obviously not Dal” Johnny said shyly. “We should go check on her” Soda suggested. We all sat up to leave. I guess I looked very worried because two-bit and Steve came up to give me back pat and say “Were sure she fine Dar” I gave them a nod and put on my jacket. We then all head out the door.

We decided to walk to her house since we all couldn’t fit in my truck. We were all walking past the lot when pony tripped on something. “You ok little bud?” I asked helping him up. Steve looked down to see what he tripped on, his eyes widened when he saw what it was. “Is that y/n’s hat” he asked sounding scared out of his mind. I let out a shaky breath, feeling the deja vu of what happened the day we found Johnny in the same predicament. We were all scared to turn around, fearing that we’ll see the lump a body like how Johnny was. “Yea it’s hers” Dallas replied to him. I started to look around frantically looking for her, hoping to not find her on the ground. I stopped when I saw her passed out near a abandoned car in the lot.

We began to run to her, I thought that she was just beat up like Johnny but I was wrong. When we got to her, she was worst than Johnny. She was covered in bruises and blood. I dropped down to my knees in tears. Pony saw her and began to become sick. “Y/N!? Y/N!?” I said shaking her but she didn’t budge.

I picked her up and saw that she had a huge cut in her side, shirt covered in blood. I began to cry even harder not caring about the others saw me. “Y/n baby c’mon, this isn’t funny, wake up baby please” I said voice cracking the process. “Darry I think shes gone, we need to call someone” soda said sadly. I ignored him and continued to try to help her. “C’mon , Y/n please don’t die on me. I need you, I LOVE YOU!” I said knowing that she couldn’t hear me.

It was over, she was gone. FOREVER. I never got to tell her I loved her, that I wanted to marry her, that I wanted to have kids with her. I felt like my whole had ended. I felt like I failed her because I couldn’t protect her from her killers. I cried and cried to the point I felt weak. It was all my fault, I killed the love on my life. [END]

I hope this met or exceeded your expectations. I hope you enjoyed. Im always open for requests, including angst, fluff, and smut. :)

#dallas winston #darry curtis #johnny cade #ponyboy curtis #sodapop curtis #steve randle #the outsiders #two bit mathews #darry curtis x reader #the outsiders angst #hurt/no comfort #tw: violence #tw: death #tw: blade

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jtl-fics · 11 months

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"...but even matt had told him his better bet was probably just to yell "WOW WHAT'S THAT OVER THERE?!"

DNJDJSJ that was so funny i love nickys pov (I WOULD DIE FOR MORE NICKY POVS) bc he knows sm about ff and adds on so many hilarious details about the poor guy that he doesn't have in his own narrative and just nicky describing ff will never not be funny to me. also hearing nicky calling ff smithy always puts a smile on my face omg its so cute

nicky going on a rollarcoaster of emotions when andreil are describing what happened is a mood but he handled it well tho?? i cant wait til nicky finds out ff has made the discovery that andrew wants to actually be his friend instead of wanting to kill him

and andrew hitting nicky at the end with the whats ff's first name is so FUNNY LMAO POOR NICKY guy just wants to get over his raging hangover in peace hdjdkshsk

ALSO SO HYPED FOR GRANDMA SMITH OMG AND UR TAGS AHHCKVDVDBJDJDKS

Thank you! I giggled writing Nicky trying to process the idea of FF being able to competently fight someone because NICKY KNOWS. He is the one person that is IN ON EVERYTHING (Except the speakeasy). Like he is fully so bewildered by it that he misses most of Neil's descriptions and is just flashing back to FF trying to watch self-defense videos and going to Nicky "But what if I hurt Andrew? I don't want to hurt him, I just don't want him to stab me :("

Also I mentioned it at some point before but Matt has a slightly more informed view on FF but that's probably going to change when Andrew and Neil come back and are like "FF took out one FBI's most wanted on his own and was instrumental in the takedown of a second FBI most wanted." It's just Matt coming up after to FF and gingerly patting him on the back like "Hey man, I'm sorry I didn't believe in you." and FF looking up and going "It's fine, I just needed to remember what I already knew in my heart (Gracie Hart)."

Grandma Smith is on her way and having a delightful conversation with that nice Polish boy sat next to her. What a treat! Oh how lovely he's promised to help her with her bag.

#Fluent Freshman AU #I hope to get the next part out tomorrow #But we'll see since I really did mean to actually take the full week off of writing it #But Nicky's 'I promised that if he wanted I'd get him something hard that would mess his guts up' came to me #and I needed to write it down ASAP #Shower inspiration is not something you waste #Also thanks for complimenting my tags #It's where I put most of the dumb jokes and streams of consciousness #AFTG AU #AFTG OC

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azrielsbabyg · 1 year

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OMG I saw u were writing for derek and I ABSOLITELY have to see u write about him and a trouble-seeker, "I don't have emotions, emotions have Me!", absolutely dare-devil insane kinda shit reader. Derek would just go insane trying to protect them </3

Let's say they're a lone wolf with no pack, but with how powerful and dangerous they are, it doesn't really matter if they're protected by a pack or not. Derek finds them in beacon hills in some sticky situation and helps them bc "idc but u looked like u were going to get eaten and we can't have that now can we, ur far too pretty" and they get upset at him to have taken away their fun for the night?? So she makes it her job to just annoy the shit out of him and get him riled up for the rest of the evening since he took away their fun..?? tbh probably ends in some hate-fuck sort of smut but he does manage to make them go soft for him<333

Get creative w this one LMAOO

NOTE- I absolutely love this. I don't know if this is what you had in mind but feedback is always appreciated. Hope you like it<33.

PAIRING- Derek x Reader

TROUBLE

DEREK’S POV

This woman would be the death of me.

I left her alone in the house for 20 fucking minutes and she somehow ends up getting in trouble. I have Scott on the other line, who got a call from Stiles, who told him that he and Y/N got into trouble with Deucalion of all people. And now he is holding them hostage.

I’m not surprised that she and Stiles snuck out. I’m not surprised that she decided to go kill Deucalion. I’m not surprised she fucked up. Whenever I confront her about her actions, all she has to say is- “C’monnnnnn you know I don’t go looking for trouble. Trouble loves finding me. And I can’t turn away something that loves me now can I?”

I get into my car and hit the gas to reach the Alpha Pack before they do something they will regret. After a good 40-minute drive, I see Scott waiting for me to go teach them a lesson.

“I don’t see anyone from the pack in the main room. Only Y/N and Stiles, but are tied up to two chairs. There is one problem though, I don’t think they mind being tied up.” Scott says to me shrugging.

“What the hell do you mean by that?” don't mind being tied up?? These two I swear-

“They are… laughing…like full-on laughing.” Scott gives me a nervous smile like I’m about to hit him for them laughing. These two bloody delinquents.

“Let’s get them and get the fuck out of here without one of the Alphas seeing us.” I usher him towards the entrance of the window for us to sneak in.

Stiles sees us approaching and groans “Great! The party-poopers are here. Watch out Y/N they don’t look happy.” He rolls his eyes at me right before I turn to Y/N. Her bright eyes shine with a mischievous glint and her mouth gives me a shit-eating grin.

“Hi there Wolfie,” She says with a wink. That fucking nickname. “Come to join the fun?”

“More like to ruin it,” Scott says flashing the two of them a smile. We untie the two of them and nudge them to the entrance.

“Wait. We can’t leave just like that.” She says with a sly smirk on her face.

“Y/N whatever you are about to do, don’t.” I scold.

“Tsk, you’re more fun when you’re drunk…” She says before drawing in a breath. “HEY ALPHAS. EAT AS-” I stop her from yelling more by putting my hand over my mouth.

“I swear to god Y/N, if you don't get your ass out the window right the fuck now, I will stab you, with my bare hands.” I drag her to the car and sit her in the back seat with Stiles laughing uncontrollably at her side.

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Y/N’S POV

After dropping Stiles and Scott off at their place, I still hadn’t gotten that smile off my face. I always ignore Derek’s warnings, cuz like, why would I listen??

Although he gets all angry and pouty after I disobey him like he is getting now. “Derek for god’s sake please don't start.” I huff out in annoyance.

“Don’t start? What do you mean don’t start? You could’ve possibly died out there Y/N. Do you just never learn from your mistakes? Or do you just have to disobey me? Always?” Derek spits out in a fit of rage. He’s also managed to take a few steps closer and now he is directly in front of me.

“Oh well, I’m sorry sir. If you have such a problem with me trying to live a little, put me in my place. Or are you too much of a puppy to do that?” I dare him, my face mere inches from his. It would be so easy to just- No. Fuck no. NO NO NO NO NO. This is Derek we are talking about. Getting involved with him would be sooooo not okay. Cuz I know that once will not be enough. I will 100% need more than just that.

“What did you call me?” His voice was a low growl. I almost didn’t hear it.

“S-Sir?” My voice betrays me at the worst time. Fuck he is blushing. Now seeing him I am blushing. Nooo this can’t be good. “What are y-you gonna do about i-it?”

He doesn’t answer me in words. Instead, he presses his mouth to mine in a harsh kiss. Oh, sweet mother of Jesus. I melt into his touch. His lips are sooo soft, I could cry. He pulls me by my arm and now I am flush against him. Something hot and wet touches my lower lips and I gasp. The fucker uses this opportunity to slip his tongue into my mouth.

It is just a clash of tongues and teeth as he hooks his hands behind my thighs and hoists me up. My legs wrap around his waist instinctively and I feel him. He is enjoying this way too much. I smile into the kiss at the feeling that he returns. He lays me down on his table and moves his lips to my jaw and neck in slow agonizing kisses.

He ventures down lower and lower until he is face to face with my heaving chest. He gives one look at my flushed face and when he looks back at my chest he rips the top open. “You asshole! You better be buying me another top.” I whine.

“Don’t worry baby. After this, you’re not going to want to wear much around me.” He smirks against my bra, which he proceeds to rip too. This guy I swear- I was cut off from my thoughts by my own moan. He latches his mouth directly to my nipple while his other hand travels to the other one, flicking it gently. He then proceeds to pinch it and oh my fucking god.

“Fuck Derek,” I let out multiple breathy moans, his name falling out in every one of them, “Ah shit Derek.”

He leaves my nipple and travels down to my stomach and, well, lower than that. He unbuckles my belt and unbuttons my jeans all while maintaining eye contact with me. As soon as my jeans are off he nuzzles his nose against my centre and breaths a deep breath. The action causes me to shudder.

He pulls my underwear to the side and licks a bold stripe across my folds. My back arches up as he continues the dance with his tongue against my entrance. He chuckles against my clit as I grind my hips against his face, begging to ride it. He trailers one hand up to pin me in place while his other slips across my folds, coating itself in my slick. He slips in two fingers without warning and curls them to hit the spot god only meant to be worshipped.

He continues to thrust his fingers in my hole while his mouth sucks harshly on my clit. This is so overwhelming but oh so good. “Fuck Derek, right there.” He continues to finger me.

I am so so so close. “Derek- it’s too much, I’m gonna- Ah-” My orgasm hits me like a loaded truck and I moan his name with no absolute shame.

“That’s it, baby. You look so fucking pretty squirming an thrashing under me. My sweet little girl.” His words do something to me oh god.

He trails kisses back to my face and lands one last kiss on my mouth. This kiss wasn’t like the kiss we started off with. This one was sweet and gentle, almost featherlight. He pushes his tongue into my mouth letting me taste my cum. It tastes even better on his tongue. “I hope you know there is no going back after this.” His voice is gruff and guttural.

“Good. I don’t wanna go back. You’re way too good at this.” I smile and give him one last kiss.

He carries me to his bedroom and lays me down on my side. He settles in behind me and wraps one protective arm around me. His heartbeat against my back slowly lulls me into sleep.

“You aren’t that bad Y/N. Just need to stop annoying me so much.” He huffs a laugh against my ear.

“I will look into that some other day. But thanks, I guess?”

Ugh, he will be the death of me.

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#derek x reader #derek hale #stiles stilinski #scott mccall #lydia martin #allison argent #jackson whittemore #theo raeken #liam dunbar #malia tate #isaac lahey

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my-13-reason-why · 1 year

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POV: y/n was walking in the woods for a daily walk. little did they know someone was watching them. Y/n walked over to the abandoned train tracks that where in the woods listening to music in their headphones. While their yandere was walking behind them admiring everything about y/n. The yandere snuck up behind y/n and knocked them out at their pressure point at the back of the neck. Y/n woke up chained up on their foot in a dark room. Yandere walked in and turns the lights on “good your awake y/n I thought I hurt you” he chuckled darkly “well I thought I pressed ur pressure points to hard and paralyzed u” y/n looks at their kidnapper with horror in their eyes then says “w-what do u want with me? L-let me g-go” fear lacing their voice “now tell me y I would let u go after going through of the trouble to build this room for u and kidnap you let’s not forget the days I’ve spent watching u, waiting till the perfect time to kidnap u” u look around the room and see a dresser, a vanity with a large mirror and without the chair, fairy lights hanging on the ceiling, pictures of u with friends on walks alone or in ur room some where from when u where changing, you notice the bed ur laying on looks like a princess bed pure white fluffy sheets and a canopy the kidnapper clears his throat and says “well what do u think love?” You look at him with tears in ur eyes “I- why..” he tilts his head “why what princess” “why me- why did u choose me? I don’t wanna be here” “I choose u bc the moment I saw u I was in love with u y/n and I know u will love me back someday” u start sobbing “n-no I won’t I don’t wanna be here I wanna go home let me go home I don’t wanna be here please let me go I don’t wanna be here I can’t be here please” he looks at u “I can’t do that, I won’t do that y/n I love you and u will love me too” “NO I WONT ILL NEVER LOVE A CREEP LIKE YOU” he looks down with tears in his eyes he leaves the room silently he comes back with a knife in his hands and u start sobbing harder the closer he gets to u “s-stop please I’m sorry ple-” u where cut off when he stabs u in the heart “if u won’t love me back then I’ll just stay u in the heart after u break mine” he said while kissing ur forehead and caressing ur cheek, that’s the last thing u heard before u bleed out on the white bedsheets.

#yanderestalker #yandere #stalker #death #yandere X reader #reader

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thiefscant · 6 months

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pov: ur about to get stabbed in the throat

#!a suspicious lack of dragons. ( ooc )#bean's iconning adventures.

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spaaacevodka · 7 months

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pov: ur about to get stabbed at the edge of the meadow (u thought she was going in for a hug)

#me realizing i probably looked a bit silly with my paring knife so i should take a pic #wouldve taken some actually good pics of me in the woods with a knife but alas i had 1% battery and 5 minutes to get to the bus stop #spaaacevodka speaks #adventuring

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cephiwyrm · 1 year

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please please please share all of your ocs!!

HELLO YES I WILL??? there was one i was specifically vague posting about in the one reblog which i will NOT but i will share something funny abt him

my ex made a cardboard cut out of him, hated him so much they STABBED HIM and then mailed me the arm, and of course i still own it. ANYWAYS! pulling these from my main toyhouse (i have an ugly watermark i am so sorry) let the rambling begin (extremely long i am so sorry LMAO)

(cutely pulls up a piece of art) alright this is my cherry pop story! they are 3 cryptid / unnatural monster type hunters in a universe that is pretty much exactly like earth 1:1 except it was cats and dogs that became the main dominant species. the main character (aka just the one we see through her POV theyre all main characters to me.sniff) is Annie! she is a quiet and get it done type of character, besides working the 9 to 5 monster hunting job, she really likes games (this takes place in the 2000s btw) and is interested in how mechanical stuff works! also she is a trans icon :)

next is Peyton! shes she nerdy, figure it out type. probably the one in the group the most interested in what they're actually being paid to do; also one of the first ones to notice what is actually going on. she mainly enjoys going out and fucking around with her skateboard and shes a little sillay gal

last but not least in cherry pop is Micah! hes the brawns and usually helps with doing physical objectives, and also just catching the monsters in general if need be. first one to come to conclusions, even if they are SEVERELY wrong. he is captain of the swim team and wishes to go to a bigger college one day (they are in a small town)

OK NEXT !! AFTER PARTY they are some of my oldest ocs (not OLDEST oldest but def. there) and their story is a little all over the place since its with me and my friends and we havent gotten into it recently (its basically a masquerade type kill scenario) all their art is a little old but this is Okano! at a very young age, her father died and she was able to take over a very well off company. Well she doesn't make huge decisions by herself at the moment, she shows great opportunity in the future. she is very distrusting because of it though, and takes a while to warm up to people.

next is kaga! (one next to peyton) shes a little silly gal, shes very reckless and kind of doesn't care about danger shes in it for the thrill. absolutelu kills it being a roller blader, but also just likes walking around with no shoes on. also ! she works in a tattoo shop :)))

now realizing i have a lot of. trio characters huh. anyways! heres kiki. no ur not getting a genuine image bebcause she iisss so baby...... anyways; she is a french vlogger! she loves exploring the world and showing it to her growing number of people. also has a small AU inside of stardew valley :) shes obsessed with seagulls as well

ok realizing i have too many ocs and i dont want this to be like two million word post (30+ on my main and more not even on TH) so ill end off with my TTRPG charas :) this is Milo my druid aarakocra for DnD! on like the second session he got struck by lightining and got a god that way. When he was just a litol baby he wandered off from his home and into a forest where his brother, an elf named Leo, went up to his soon to be mentor/father figure Crechir like CAN WE PLEASE KEEP HIM PELASEEEEEE and may or may not have lied about his entire home burning to the ground later on he found a little gold dragon which when touching different objects changed colour; and was named skittle. little funny thing about skittle was everytime a gold coin was fed, he would grow just a little bit. even more later on, he was sent an ominous message about his birth home about how his mother had died and he was the next chieftan and so he had to go do some special trials in order to become one! he also went to the hell casino and since crechir gave him chips he was able to get an amulet that lets him shift between his two forms, treefolk and birdfolk

and finally, this is Ash for MOTW! she is a twin in a small town in canamerica (canada and america fused because our irl party is in both) due to being a twin, she was born with some spooky (haha her class) powers, and will send her twin Ali memes via telapathy. unfortunately being a teen with powers, she is also kind of very angsty and prone to some bursts of outrage. besides that, she has a very strong interest in wood carving, while her twin loves to hunt crytids, due to the strangeness of their town they have to deal with it every once in a while! they have a pet snake belovingly named banana (or boenana. shes a boa constrictor) and is honestly a teen that is addicated to her phone

ty for reading if you did!! i fucking LOVE MY OCS. SO MUCH. I WILL GO ON AND ON ABOUT THEM UNTIL I RUN OUT OF THEIR ACTUAL STORY

#i will eventually make a post about my splatoon ones #but theyre a mystery... for now #maybe i will also talk about different onces later #long post #worm chat #ty for the ask!

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