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finntheehumaneater · 4 months

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Hello! For the angsty-ish prompts, maybe “Didn’t you see what I did?!” and Steddie? (Or another pairing, should the mood strike you!)

Hallo!! So…I maybe saw your ask and got super fucking excited…and possibly wrote this way too fast. It turned out to be longer than I expected, and went in a totally different direction than I had planned, but…here it is!!

(I didn’t read this over, so apologies for any mistakes lmao)

angst prompt list | hurt/comfort prompt list (for people who don’t like angst :D) {more about the asks in my pinned post}

CW: some gorey description used in a metaphorical sense (blood, bones, guts, ripping skin, etc.)

Sometimes relationships weren’t meant to last—“we’re family” lost its meaning to him over time—and that made Eddie want to claw out his bones, hands shaking and blood everywhere so that he could die in peace and not have to worry about pushing anyone away again. He pushed away his mom, and then he never got the chance to get her back. He let his dad do he pushing for him, because he was so fucking tired all the time—came out of that with scars and bruises and a deep cut that ran down his chest, carved open and horrible. No one sales could see it but him. Sometimes it wasn’t there. But it still felt like it. In a way, his dad still had pieces of him that Eddie would never get back.

He pushed his uncle away at first, snapped at him and yelled and threw things, because he was a kid and he was angry, but Wayne was stubborn and just held Eddie as he kicked and screamed and sobbed. And Eddie loved Wayne. He was more of a dad to him than his real one had been. He never forced Eddie to do anything he didn’t want to, and Eddie only finished high school because he didn’t want Wayne to feel disappointed. Like Wayne would ever be disappointed in Eddie. He didn’t make Eddie talk to the neighbors or go out and do things—but Eddie did those anyway, sometimes, to just give Wayne a break.

And the trailer was nice, until they lost it in ‘86. When Eddie’s broken body made it back, more ruined than it had ever been. He had woken up in a hospital bed, wires stuck into him with needles and a blue hospital gown covering him. There was no one with him. He was alone. It’s not like he expected anyone to be there, but maybe Wayne waiting for him to wake up would have been nice. And it hadn’t been a slow kind of waking up like he had seen in movies—blinking up at the ceiling and trying to remember where you were—it had been the fast kind of waking up, like the one you would have after a nightmare. He was upright in a second, sobbing before he could even breathe in.

A nurse came in shortly after and got him to lay down for a while. He asked where his uncle was, and she told him that no one was allowed to visit. She said she was surprised that they hadn’t handcuffed him to the bed, and her voice sounded bitter, like she wouldn’t have liked it if they had.

After a few hours, she had him sit up, and she untied the back of the hospital gown, sliding the blue-and-white dotted fabric off of his shoulders to look at his chest. And Eddie couldn’t really look down all that well, so he just let his head drop as gently as he could, chin pressed to his chest. And he didn’t know why it made him cry so hard to see a line down the front, all stitched up with a thin line of blood leaking down the middle. But maybe it was because the nurse seemed to notice it. Maybe because it made him think of his dad. Maybe it was because it just made everything feel more real.

Some of the stitches were torn—probably because Eddie refused to stay still, all of his body feeling like it was itching and squirming and twisting in ways that hurt—so the nurse fixed them and then gave him a hug. He didn’t know that nurses could do that. He had been in the hospital loads of times as a kid. For when he “tripped down the stairs” or “fell out of bed” or “fell off of his bike”. He didn’t even have a bike until he moved in with Wayne. And whenever he cried, then, the nurses would just look at him like it was an inconvenience for them, and his dad would tell him to shut up so that they could finish up and get out of there. He was eight. That wasn’t fair.

After a little while, Wayne was allowed to come in. And he didn’t say anything at first. Just sat next to Eddie and held his hand while Eddie bit the inside of his cheek until it bled. He didn’t want to cry anymore, but he knew he was going to.

Wayne couldn’t stay forever, because he still had to work. The government hush-money was fine, but they needed that to afford the apartment Wayne had found just outside of Hawkins, so everything else came from his job. When Wayne couldn’t be there, Eddie was alone.

Until Steve Harrington started showing up. Honestly, it was a miracle that the fucking armed guards outside let Steve in, seeing as they weren’t family—barely even friends—but Eddie knew why. Before Steve started showing up, Eddie would talk to the guards. It was more like yelling through the locked door to them, just trying to keep himself busy so that he didn’t break down again, like he so often did. And he’d just talk about anything and everything to them, even though he knew it pissed them off. He kind of did it because it pissed them off.

So having Steve in there with him meant that he would stop bothering the guards. And Steve was mostly quiet, but he would tell Eddie what the kids were up to, and how his neighbor—Max

Mayfield—was up to. She was a good kid, he thought. The two of them had never really introduced themselves to each other, but sometimes Wayne would have Max over for dinner when her mom would go out drinking. That was rare, though, because Ms. Mayfield mostly stayed home to drink. And there were times when Max didn’t want to be home, so Eddie would take the couch and let her sleep in his room for the night until she felt safe enough to go back home. And Ms. Mayfield wasn’t like how Eddie’s dad had been, but she scared Max in a different way. No kid should have to see their parent passed out on the couch that often.

She was in some kind of coma, according to Steve, but she was getting better. He said she opened her eyes a few times, but that didn’t really mean anything, and he knew it. Eddie tried his hardest not to cry when Steve was around, because the first time he had done it, Steve had panicked and looked uncomfortable. He knew it was because Steve had been tired and Eddie had just burst into tears suddenly when one of the IV wires tugged too hard as he moved his arm—but Eddie still felt bad.

Sometimes it happened, and he would wait until Steve was leaving the room to curl up into the bed as best as he could and just cry. And sometimes Steve would turn around and come back to sit with him, to hold his hand and just let him cry for as long as he needed, but most times Steve would leave and Eddie would be alone again.

Steve was there a lot for him when Wayne couldn’t be. And Wayne was trying his hardest, but his boss was strict and he wasn’t allowed to leave early or call in sick. Steve was there when Eddie had to try walking for the first time in three months. Steve was there when Eddie had to start doing Physical Therapy a few times a week. And Steve was there when Eddie had been discharged.

Steve took him to his house, and not to Wayne’s apartment, because Eddie wasn’t really over losing the trailer yet. He let Eddie sleep in the guest bedroom, but they ended up sleeping in the same bed when Eddie’ hobbled over to Steve’s room to lay with him after Steve woke up screaming. Eddie didn’t really have nightmares all that much, because he thought about the shit they had been through all too often, but Steve seemed to try and push those thoughts away.

Eddie woke up with Steve curled into his side, his face pressed against Eddie’s arm, one hand curled across Eddie’s chest and into his hair—over the scar down Eddie’s front that still felt like it was bleeding all the time, even though it was closed. And for a minute, Eddie felt a little safer, turning as best as he could to wrap his arms back around Steve, nose pressed into his hair as he just tried to breathe and go back to sleep.

When they woke up, Steve moved away and rubbed the sleep out of his eyes, trying to pry Eddie off of him as gently as he could, because Eddie was still half-asleep and his limbs felt stiff and imoblile. He made fun of Eddie a bit for hugging him in his sleep, before he went down to make food, but Eddie didn’t mind.

He got up and tugged on one of Steve’s t-shirts that he found, before putting back sweatpants from the day before—because Steve had told him he couldn’t wear his jeans until his legs were a bit better, in case they hurt him. Eddie didn’t think that would happen, but the sweatpants were easier to move in considering how stiff his legs always felt. And if it made Steve happy, he’d do it.

He limped down the stairs, nearly slipping—which had happened before—but he caught himself on the railing and went down the straits slower until he was on flat ground and could hold onto the wall better until he got to the kitchen.

Steve had his back turned to him, looking through the refrigerator for bread to make toast, because Eddie was one of the pickiest eaters alive, and was tired of the off-brand cereal he got to eat at the hospital. Eddie struggled to pull himself up onto the counter for a moment, and when he got up there, one of the knobs from the cabinet was digging into his spine—but being up there made him feel taller than Steve, so he stayed.

Steve turned around with the bread, doing a little spin that made Eddie laugh—before Steve saw Eddie and let out a strangled scream, throwing the bread bag near him.

Eddie leaned forward and caught it, smiling to himself. “Morning.”

“Jesus Christ…” Steve breathed, sighing and running his hands down his face, his cheeks flushed as he snatched the bread back and walked over to the toaster.

“Nope. Just Eddie,” Eddie muttered, grinning, but he didn’t really feel happy. Because after this , he was going to be leaving, and then he was probably going to avoid Steve. But he might not have to, because why would Steve want to see him after this, anyways? It was just pity.

Still, Eddie couldn’t help but ask the question that had been gnawing on the back of his mind like some kind of rabid dog. He cleared his throat and looked down, feeling the tears burn in his eyes even though he hadn’t said anything yet. “Why did you let me stay?”

“Hm?” Steve hummed, and it sounded absentminded, like he wasn’t really listening as he put the bread into the toaster and pulled the switch down until it clicked.

“Steve?,” Eddie tried again, and this time Steve turned around. Eddie looked up, and fuck, Steve was looking at him with those eyes again—all concerned and pitiful. And Eddie wanted to rip himself open, peel back his skin and show Steve all of his damaged parts—all of the pieces that he didn’t show anybody else. But he didn’t. He just swallowed and asked again, “Why haven’t you left yet?”

Steve tilted his head to the side, stepping between Eddie’s knees and placing his hands on Eddie’s thighs in such a casual way that Eddie wanted to scream. “I mean…you’re in my house.”

“You know what I mean,” Eddie muttered, his face burning red as he looked away, vaguely feeling a few tears slip down his cheeks. “Don’t avoid the truth, man, I know this is all just fucking pity.”

“Eddie—“ Steve started, his voice sounding hurt as his eyebrows creased in concern, hands reaching up to touch Eddie’s face. Eddie flinched away, the knob on the cabinet pressing even harder into his spine.

“Didn’t you see what I did? With the fucking kids? Why do you think I didn’t let any of them come and see me after the charges were fucking lifted?” Eddie choked out, words biting around the broken sob that he was desperately trying to hold in, because Steve didn’t need to pity him any more than he already had. “I’m a fuck-up! Everyone leaves! And if people don’t do it on their own, I fucking push them away! I’m not—“

Steve tugged Eddie into a hug, pulling him down until his face was pressed into Steve’s shoulder. There was a hand wrapped around his waist, one in his hair.

“Stop it,” Steve whispered, his voice soft. “You’re not a fuck-up. Don’t say that.”

“I am,” Eddie muttered, his voice sounding wet and broken and childish. “I am.”

“I don’t care, then. I don’t care if you’re a fuck-up, okay? I’m staying, and I’m going to help you get better. Because I care about you. Not whatever shitty things you’ve done, Eddie.” His words were quiet, but Eddie felt himself shrink back slightly, sobbing, only for Steve to pull him back again, one hand tracing over his spine in the most gentle way possible.

“You’re an idiot for caring,” Eddie whispered, his hands going limp from where they were previously gripping at Steve’s arms.

“Maybe,” Steve mused, combing his fingers through Eddie’s hair, and Eddie found himself leaning into the touch. “You can’t push me away, though. You’re stuck with me now.”

Eddie laughed wetly into Steve’s neck, shaking his head. “Fine by me.”

This kind of felt good. Like this is what he had been waiting for. Like the aching, sore feeling inside of him was being clouded over by something nicer and more soft—something loving.

It felt like the cut down his chest was finally healing. For good this time.

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namorslutfanfiction · 1 year

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#9 with Rafa and #16 with namor please ❤️

here's 9 with Rafa

You glanced at the dark skinned man draped in silk and jewels that had been eyeing you from across the club every week for months. He never came up to your bar, instead sending his friends to buy drink and always leaving a generous tip. You knew he was trying to make you come to him first. The way the other women in the club threw themselves at his group of bad boys in their booth, smoking and drinking and snorting. But you had resisted, although something about him called to you. His dark caramel skin had appeared in your dreams and you'd imagined those curls threading through your fingers a few times.

You realized he had actually not been at the club the last few weeks, even when his friends were. You let your eyes linger on him a bit longer, taking in the healing bruise around his right eye and what looked like a burn on his neck. When your eyes travelled back up to his face his dark gaze met your own. You looked away immediately, chastising yourself for getting caught.

You turned to a club goer who waved you over to take their order. Once you were done with them you were surprised to find the dark man leaning against the bar, smirk on his face, eyeing you with a hungry look on his face. You gave him a tight smile, "Does your table need more tequila?"

He shook his head and laughed, "Ay bonita, I came over because you seemed to need something."

You hated to admit that his smile was drawing you in. You raised your eyebrow at his comment, "Oh no, I was just admiring your hair, that's all."

You played up the nonsense comment the way you were trained to and then shrugged your shoulders, hoping he would walk away. But the man laughed again then leaned in, "When are you off?"

His cologne wafted towards you from his closer proximity. Mixed in with the earthy smell of weed was something sweet and cloying that left you feeling warm. You felt heat rush to your cheeks, a sudden shyness coming over you. You couldn't meet his eyes and focused on the watch on your wrist, "Actually in an hour."

You probably shouldn't have answered that but it was too late now. The man smiled and introduced himself, "Call me Rafa, hermosa, am I making you feel shy?"

You bit your lip and hesitated before replying, feigning confidence, "I don't feel anything. You don't make me feel anything."

From the left your coworker spoke, "Hey, just clock out now, I got it. It's slow tonight anyway."

Your coworker smiled and then went off to help another patron leaving you with the smirking narco. You met his gaze and saw how he looked you up and down as you untied your apron. You gave him a tight smile, ignoring the heat in your belly, "It was nice meeting you Rafa."

You headed to the back to grab your things but when you returned Rafa was waiting for you in the short hallway. The noise of the club was slightly muffled as you took in the handsome man in front of you. He was so much taller and bigger now that there wasn't a bar between you. The gold necklace on his neck had a sharp talon at the end of it.

"Like what you see? I can already see that you're feeling me. Don't fight it," Rafa said in a low voice as he stepped toward you.

You looked up at him, "I told you I don't feel anything,"

The chuckle he emitted was deep and sensual as he backed you into the wall, his face millimeters from your own. Your quickening breaths were giving you away, as well as the fact that you weren't running. That sweet smell of his was it's own drug to you and you were taking it all in.

Rafa's eyes met your heavily lidded ones, "Give me a chance. to prove to you what I can make you feel."

You gasped slightly as he pressed up against you so that you were chest to chest. You couldn't help but stare at his lips that were so close, all you would have to do is lean in. His lips curled into a smile. You felt his arms come up to rest his forearms against the wall, caging you in.

"Rafa," You breathed out as you leaned in.

The man in questioned tilted away from your lips making you mewl in surprise as the distance between you increased minutely. "Good girl, you feel something now don't you?"

You didn't stop the moan that erupted when he ground his hips against yours, making it very obvious that he was aroused, just like you. You met his gaze again while his hand came down to cup your cheek. His thumb brushed over your lower lip as he spoke, "Do you want to feel more?

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And 16 With Namor (this was popular)

Somehow, someway you had been able to finally track down those mysterious people you would see in the deep ocean. You had hoped to find more mutants like you and instead found a whole hidden country. While they were different you were happy to find some type of kindred with the fellow sea dwellers.

What you didn't expect was the extreme reaction to you swimming through their city and being dragged quite roughly to the feet of their king.

"While I appreciate the caution, she is a woman, let her stand. I've taught you better than that," The regal king said as he ordered the men holding you captive to allow you to stand.

You eyed the king who looked different from his people. Your curiosity was piqued by his wings. But you felt your breath catch with the water as he removed his head dress and revealed a very handsome and amused face. There was however something sinister behind his eyes. As he stepped down from his intimidating throne you felt you stomach drop.

"You may all leave. I can deal with our little invader," His voice was tinged with amusement. The room emptied out and you were standing before the king as he circled you. "Well, little one, what do you have to say for yourself?"

He was standing behind you, his skin was warm despite the coldness of the water around you. Your muscles were tense, ready to swim away at the slightest opening. You replied, keeping your voice even, "I was just looking for mutants like me. That's all. If I knew you were all so xenophobic I would have stayed away."

The chuckle he let out from behind you sent a shiver down your spine. He moved to stand in front of you, still in your personal space. The King gently ran a finger up your bare arm, around the curve of your shoulder, and to your neck. You flinched as he glided his hand up to wrap firmly around your jugular.

The tension was as tight as a bow string as he looked down on your face. He still had an infuriatingly amused look on his visage, all while you were worried about dying.

"You're quite a pretty woman, aren't you? I can sense your fear. But you don't need to fear me. I won't hurt you," He leaned in close to your cheek, then whispered in your ear, "not unless you want me to."

You tried to jerk away but his hold on your neck tightened. You had slowly been inching your left hand towards your thigh, trying to reach the handle of the knife you had strapped there. Once you had a firm grip on the shaft of it you swung it forward. But the King caught your wrist with ease. His crushing hold made you drop your dagger as he laughed in amusement.

The King pulled you closer, holding your wrist to his sculpted chest. He felt so hot, a contrast to the cold jewelry that was pinching into your hand. The devious look in his eyes was even more pronounced. He was playing with you and you had no idea what that meant.

The King spoke again, sneering, "Maybe it's just me, but the tension between us means we're either going to kiss or have a fight to the death. Personally, I'd prefer the kiss but the choice is yours."

His laugh was cold as you stared up at him in horror. Suddenly he pushed you away and took a few steps back. "Pick up your blade, invader. If you can cut me, I'll let you live. If you can't, then I'll do whatever I want to you. Maybe a kiss. Maybe something a little more, involved."

The suggestive look on his face and the way he sized you up kick started your fight or flight instinct. You scrambled to get to your feet with the dagger pointed out in self defense. Staring at the golden form of the King of this underwater nation as his muscles rippled and a sadistic expression played across his features.

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Thank you for playing!

#ask #ask game #tenoch huerta #tenoch huerta mejia #rafa caro quintero #namor of talokan #namor #rafa x reader #namor x reader #rafa caro quintero x reader

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egipci · 7 months

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Here's Another One For You

This was a couple of hours in. We had about three hundred miles to go. My eyes were closed and I was resting my head back when he just reached over and put his hand on my shoulder, thumb tucked right under my collarbone and said how you doing buddy? I rolled my head to the left and forced my eyes open and I found him driving with his left knee against the door and his wrist hooked through the wheel. He was looking at the road with his eyes squinted against the sun and when I said nothing he turned to look at me straight on, frowning with his dark eyebrows, so serious-looking, and for a second it looked like he was figuring me out, figuring out some cruel thing to say, but then he grinned just to see me. I swallowed and closed my eyes and turned away. We passed a couple of paleta stands. I saw an insane guy with a stick speed walking along the desert road, his elbows stabbing through the air behind him.

We’d been up in Columbus. Not even Ohio. The shittier one in Nebraska. And we were heading all the way down to Amarillo. I don’t remember why. It was a rugaru or something. I don’t remember what it was or why it had to be us. I don’t know how he even heard about it. He just said he was leaving and asked if I wanted to come and I said yes. Ten hours away but he was going to make it in half. As if they had no hunters down there. Even then I thought what he liked more than anything was that he was the best.

Anyway. It was almost sundown but it was one of those days you know the night is going to be even hotter. The sun really baked into the earth. Just miles of open road ahead of us blurring in that desert way. My shirt was soaked through with sweat and he was still holding on to my shoulder but then he let go and put his hand around my jaw and turned my head to look at him. I told him I’m sweating my balls off. My throat was all scratchy. It sounded like my voice was traveling through water or oil or something. It made him laugh. It was like a hundred degrees outside but he laughed and it flared hot all through my chest. He scratched his fingers through my hair, behind my ear. He said look alive, kiddo. He touched my temple, under my jaw, my side, just messing with me, and when I squirmed away he pulled me closer with my t-shirt clenched in his fist. I wanted to mess with him too, so when he touched my chin I grabbed his skinny wrist and I took two of his fingers into my mouth. Skin and sweat and dirt. Calloused at the tips. He made a soft humming sound and pressed down on my tongue, felt the roof of my mouth, the ridges of my teeth, the place where they sprout out of the gum. His thumb was at the corner of my mouth and he gave me this look that could singe your ears.

We had another hundred miles in the tank but he pulled up at a Chevron. We got out and stretched and untied and retied our shoes. We got inside to put a five on the meter. We bought water and Gatorade. I checked out the nudies by the door and he snorted and squeezed the back of my neck. I told him I’m going to the restroom and I pissed and washed my hands and I waited. When I got out he was already back behind the wheel. The sky was a dark purple color. I got in the car and he said come here, pulling me closer by the collar. I put my hand on his knee and then up the inseam of his jeans, sick overeager feeling, but again he just laughed at me. He told me to go to sleep. I laid my head on his thigh, my knees bent up and leaning against the backrest. He put his hand over my throat and I closed my eyes and the next time I opened them it was because he’d stopped at a drive-thru for coffee. Now it was night and he was talking to the lady on the other side like normal, like nothing at all to see here. He asked her for a tray. I guess he put it on top of the dashboard. He drove all careful and pulled up into the parking lot and sat there sipping his coffee slow.

I could have sat up and stretched out my arms and offered to drive but I didn’t. I closed my eyes and kept them closed. He’d kept a hand on me the whole time. At some point it had slipped under my shirt. It was right at the center of my chest. Without even thinking about blowing my cover I put my hand over his, just the t-shirt between us. He said, We’re almost there, his voice low, his thumb moving over my skin. I didn’t know what that meant, and I didn’t ask. He was always almost somewhere. I nodded and turned to my side and his denim scratched my cheek, and I curled my shoulder so I was hugging his arm to my chest. I guess I was really tired or maybe it was because it was dark. Maybe it was just the heat but already my mind was slipping again, half-thinking about how when we get wherever we’re going I’m going to take a cold shower and I’m going to turn on the A.C. that smells like shit and I’m going to spread out on the cool bedsheet and wait until he comes to me. How he’ll have me sweating through the sheets. And just that thought made me hard, so then I was thinking if I pulled my dick out right there he’d let me. If I kissed inside his elbow he’d let me. If I pressed my face to his stomach. He’d let me change the music if I wanted. He said, Check out this motherfucker in the Ford, then one-handed he honked loud and angry and overtook him, his other hand holding me down. He told the dude to go fuck himself and then floored it and the tires screeched and we were flying, and I thought if anything happened to us out there in the dark, like if we crashed and the car flipped over a couple of times and we died instantly it would be because of me. I must’ve been eighteen. Maybe nineteen. He had me thinking the craziest things back then. I don’t know what it was.

#my fic #john/dean

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written-in-flowers · 1 year

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I’m sure it’s been requested already but Otto Hightower x Rosebud!reader x Emely threesome fic when 👀 👀 👀

A/N: ahhhh actually no, nobody's asked until now but I was gonna do it anyways lmao I absolutely love this old dilf (coincidently I was watching one of his other films when I wrote this). Hope y'all like it! The ending is a kicker.

Warnings: threesome sex, bisexual!reader, oral sex (m. and f. receiving/giving), sloppy kissing, nipple play, breast play, multiple orgasms, slight edging, overstimulation (m. and f.), cum swapping, loads of dirty talk, facials, voyerisum, pantie sniffing (sort of? it's really a cloth she used), Daemon being a creep and Otto being a horny old man.

Summary: It's Otto's nameday, and you have a special surprise for him.

Pairing: Otto x Fem!reader x Fem!oc

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Otto normally did not make a big deal about his name day, not at his age. But, you did. You started it with a quiet breakfast in your dining hall together; then a stroll through the gardens with your son, Cedric, who’d just learned how to walk. You both spent time with his grandchildren and great grandchildren in the royal apartments. You knew he loved spending time with his loved ones, and you made sure his name day was full of it. Otto never felt so grateful to a person before. Finally, the day ended with a family dinner. All of his favorite people sat together at a table full of his favorite dishes, talking and laughing. The atmosphere remained light and cheerful throughout the evening.

You’d promised him a special gift later on, and he couldn’t wait to have you alone to unwrap it. You left him at the dinner to ‘prepare’ it, telling him to come to bed in a few minutes. Otto counted them down. His mind whirled with the possibilities. Perhaps you’d found a new position to try or a new place you’d like him to take you. He already knew he’d remove the pale pink gown you’d worn for the occasion; the innocent, light color gave you an aura of purity and innocence he knew you didn’t have. Maybe you’d pretend to be a maiden again, eager for him to take her virginity. When the dinner ended with lots of well wishes, thank yous, and kisses, he walked up to his chambers in the Tower of the Hand. There, he discovered your present.

Naked on top of dark green covers, you rested horizontally on the bed so he saw every inch of your body. Emely, your handmaiden, laid on top of you, also nude and grinding against you. She was a breathtaking beauty. A girl from the Riverlands, she had dark curls that went down her back and heavy-lidded eyes. His jaw dropped seeing you both locked in a passionate kiss. Emely’s delicate hands groped both your breasts while you kissed; yours grabbed at her bottom, firm and round in your hands. You both must’ve sensed his entry, because you broke your kissing to look over at him.

“Surprise,” you grinned, head turned so Emely could kiss your neck.

“A surprise, it is.”

“I remember what you once told me when I asked you about your fantasies,” you said, “When you said you’d like to have two women at once?”

“Gods be good…”

“Well, Emely here is quite experienced in matters of love making,” you planted a few kisses on the woman’s lips, “With men and women.”

“Y/N…This is…”

“Would you like to watch for a while, my lord?” Emely asked him, “You can watch me pleasure your pretty wife or you can watch her pleasure me.”

“Oh yes…yes, I would.”

Kisses silenced both your excited giggles. This time, you made sure he spotted your tongues sliding over one another and rolling around. He walked to the edge of the bed, untying his trousers and sliding his hand inside. His eyes landed on both your chests. Your tits pressed into Emely’s large, supple ones. He saw your nipples brush against one another every time she grinded into you. It became clear why you’d chosen Emely, a lowborn prostitute, to be your handmaiden instead of a girl already in the castle. Her ass, round and firm, looked good enough to eat, and she had large, supple breasts. He ran his hand over his crotch as you spread Emely’s cheeks wide, showing him her ass hole before letting them clap back together. He envisioned the things he could do to that hole; no doubt she’s done it before. She began kissing down your neck to your chest, where she took one nipple in her mouth. Emely looked back to see him beside you, and pointedly flicked her tongue on you. A tease. Otto imagined the small hints of arousal you must be feeling right then. You always grew wetter when doing the naughtier things during sex; the more taboo things court ladies grimaced at. You spotted him playing with himself and reached a hand up to his crotch. Emely helped you tug them down enough to see his cock.

“I never guessed you’d be so big, my lord,” Emely commented, cupping his balls while you rubbed the front. “No wonder her ladyship rides it so much.”

“It tastes good too,” you told her, “I love swallowing it when he shoots it in my mouth.”

“Mmm, I can’t wait to taste it then.”

Hearing such dirty talk aroused him even further. Separating from each other, you knelt up on either side of him to start undressing him. He kissed you first, your lips stoking a fire deep in his loins, before turning to Emely. Her kisses tasted as sweet as yours. He worried for a moment; he worried he might snap his eyes open and you’ll be gone. It seemed unreal. He’d have two of everything tonight: two pairs of breasts, two asses, and two cunts. He could do whatever he wished with either of you. Otto never guessed you’d want to share him, which is why he didn’t push for a third partner. The moment you both had him naked, you tossed him onto his back. His excitement folded over on itself seeing the two of you crawling over to him on the bed. He rested against the pillows, bringing one woman to each side of him to continue kissing and fondling. However, you and Emely had different ideas. You both rested your breasts right in front of his face.

It was heaven. Emely and you giggled seeing his marveled expression, then squealed when he started kissing them. He didn’t know where to begin. He couldn’t believe it was happening: two pairs of gorgeous breasts in front of him, slightly bouncing and pressing to his face. He stuck his tongue out for nipples to drag over it; he sucked at whichever got closest to him. Emely squeaked particularly loud when he latched his mouth to one of her nipples, sucking firmly and moaning against it. She jiggled them over his lips to tease him; never letting him fully take it back in, but not moving away so that he couldn’t lick at it. He gave a low groan when you grabbed one of her tits and held it for him to suck on eagerly. He sensed your fingers massaging it as he did so, much to Emely’s delight.

“He truly loves tits, doesn’t he?” she said, eyes closed as he licked her nipple directly in the center.

“He does,” you replied, “Why do you think my gowns are so low cut? It’s because my husband is extremely fond of them. I like to tease him.”

“I think I’m going to enjoy teasing him too.”

The thought of having two pairs of tits at his whims made him grow harder. You must’ve noticed his cock twitch, because then you reached down and grabbed the shaft. He started attacking your nipples next, making you moan as he did it. Emely must’ve noticed his cock twitch, because she then reached for his shaft. He whimpered, feeling her hand caress his hardness. She pulled it to his stomach to cup his balls again, and he bucked his hips into her hand.

“But, Gods, this cock,” she sighed, leaving his side for his hips, “I’m envious. I wish I had one this nice to play with whenever I wanted.” Otto looked to see her take him in her hand and licked the tender head slowly, “I hear you two when I walk by at night, and wish it was me my lord was fucking so senselessly.”

“He does fuck me so incredibly good,” you whined as he went back to sucking your teats, “He knows exactly what to do to make me…Otto, oh gods…”

His tongue found the middle of your nipple and brushed over it rapidly. His hand found your sex between your thighs, and instantly started rubbing over your slit. Smears of your wetness touched his fingertips, making him spread it over each nipple to lick it off. Emely continued licking his cock down below, flicking her tongue on the sensitive underside then sliding down to his balls. He almost felt his cum churning inside them, wanting to be shot over each of you. The moment he stood straight up, you joined your handmaiden in her teasing. Otto watched the two women take turns sucking on his shaft and head. You both kissed each other over his member, sometimes with the tip in between your mouths and tongues. The light brushes made him half insane. Soon, you both began stroking him together, your tongues lapping against his balls to tease him further. He thought he might lose it right then, but he forced himself to keep hold on it. He didn’t want to finish right away.

“Put him between your tits,” you instructed her, giving her soft kisses over his ballsack. “He loves that.”

Emely giggled in delight, and squished her breasts around Otto’s stiff member. He moaned at the sight of his reddening dick between her large breasts. It was made better when you licked at the head poking out from the middle. He reached down to pinch one of her nipples, making her whimper every time he rolled it in his fingers. Otto then noticed your hand sliding down her back to her bottom, then disappearing behind it. Emely gasped then laughed when your hand started caressing her pussy. Otto groaned.

“Would you like to watch me lick her cunt, Husband?” you asked him, sucking greedily on his head when Emely sat her tits on him. “Or would you like her to lick me?”

“Watch. I want to watch.”

Resting on her back, Emely spread her legs for you immediately and guided you towards her pussy. Otto knelt beside her, his cock finding her mouth right away. Fully in her mouth, he groaned when her lips started sucking him. Otto continued pinching one of her nipples as he looked down to where you were. You’d pulled her glossy lips apart and licked a stripe up her middle. Judging by how your tongue swirled around her clit so expertly, the woman moaning around his member, he guessed you’d done this before. He wondered how many times you’ve pleasured your handmaiden, and how many times she pleasured you in return.

“Tell me,” he huffed, pushing his dick into Emely’s warm mouth.

“Tell you what, my lord?” you asked innocently, lapping at Emely’s swollen clit. You sucked up the wetness surrounding her lips, taking each one in her mouth.

“How often do you two do this to each other?”

Your shared laughter answered his question. “Not often,” you replied, “But we have.”

“When? How?”

“When my lady bathes,” Emely answered, stroking him when not using her mouth. “I can’t help it. I love feeling her gorgeous body, and hearing the little sounds she makes when I run the sponge over her privates. Many a time I’ve warmed her little parts up for you to fuck later on,” she suckled on his leaking tip, humming softly around it from your mouth pleasuring her. “And she returns to favor very eagerly.”

“She arouses me so much,” your voice was muffled by the clit in your mouth, “I can’t help but eat her pussy right after.” You looked up at him, not taking attention off Emely’s pussy, “I’m sorry I never told you. I felt ashamed for keeping it from you, but…I couldn’t help myself. It felt so good.”

“I bet it did,” he moaned. “I don-don-don’t bl-blame you, sweetling. Keep eating her. I like wat-watchin-g-g you.”

He kneeled there, Emely’s mouth working his dick while yours suckled on her cunt. The pleasure coursing through his body to his center made him pulsate on her tongue, which teased and traced the throbbing veins. He turned to see glimpses of your tongue brushing over her glistening clit, whirling and flicking it to hear Emely’s muffled moans. He grabbed Emely’s dark curls and pulled her closer to his groin so he slid further into her throat. Her hums tickled the head, causing him to nearly cum before he stopped. He nearly did again when he saw Emely’s body begin to tense and tremble at your tongue. She pushed her hips into your face, moaning and panting heavily while you hungrily feasted on her. Otto slipped out of her mouth and jerked over her. She locked your head to her body with her thighs, grinding and squirming until she came hard and loud. She only released you after she’d finished, panting on the bed.

But you all were far from done.

He rested flat on the bed, and you both straddled him. Otto watched you take hold of him, and press him to Emely’s pussy. She whined from the tingling feeling her sensitive sex felt, but did not shy away or protest. You reached from behind her to rub her wet clit, spreading it open so he could see his head brush over it repeatedly.

“You’re going to love his cock,” you said to her, kissing her neck and poking him inside her, “I knew once I fucked it I wouldn’t get enough.”

“Gods, I hope so,” she moaned, angling her hips so his tip prodded her entrance, “I hear him fuck my mistress and want so badly to have it too. When she asked me to join, I couldn’t help but say ‘yes’.”

“Then, why don’t you have a seat?”

Otto plunged himself fully into her, and both of them moaned loudly. Emely started at a steady pace as she rode him; you grabbed her tits to tease and pinch in the meantime. Otto held onto her hips, eyes rolling back at the tight hole squeezing his cock.

“Come here,” he ordered you, reaching for you before you came over to him. “I want to hear you moan.”

“Otto…”

You took your place on top of his face, your sex lowered onto his mouth so he could greedily suck on it. The amount of arousal inside you made you so sensitive to his tongue. The combination of your delicious pussy on his tongue and Emely grinding on him caused him to growl. He heard the sounds of lips smacking and the two women began moaning together through lip-locked kisses. He wanted so much to buck his hips into Emely, use her body as he wanted, and feel her cum around him again. But, he stayed put to focus on the hard bundle of your clit, flicking and sucking hard on it the way you liked. He let the both of you use him to your hearts’ desires. At one point, Emely slipped him out of her and you’d put your sweet mouth around his length. You rocked your hips on his tongue, moaning and sucking Emely’s cum off his cock.

“How do I taste, my lady,” Emely asked, “On your husband’s cock?”

“So delicious,” you replied, kneeling up to kiss her deeply. “Keep fucking him.”

He felt her tightness once more, and this time pushed into her hips. Emely kept still as Otto thrusted up into her and slid his tongue in your pussy. By the way you bent down, he imagined you wagging your tongue over her clit, making her shudder and quake on him.

“Ooh, Husband,” you called to him, “I think our pretty whore is going to cum again. I think she’s ready for that.”

“Oh, yes, yes, yes,” Emely panted, “Yes, my lady, yes.”

“Then cum. Cum all over my husband’s thick, hard-”

Your words were cut off by Emely’s orgasms. You and Otto groaned at the sound of it, knowing it was you two making her come undone a second time. A few pushes later, Emely slipped off him and laid beside him. It was your turn. Otto did not even have to ask how you wanted it. You rested back on the bed, and let him settle between your thighs. Emely took the spot beside you, and her lips instantly met yours. You shared a deep, passionate kiss as Otto slid himself inside you. Your legs around his waist, he stayed on his knees as he pumped into you. Emely and you kissed and touched each other’s pussies in front of him. It was an erotic sight he never wanted to look away from. In that moment, the world only consisted of three people, and he wished it stayed that way.

“Your wife has such beautiful tits, my lord,” Emely went from your lips to your chest, where she sucked one of your nipples. “I love touching them when I give her baths. I love her hard nipples on my tongue…on my pussy…”

“Your…Your…” he nearly lost his mind watching her suck on them and listen to her dirty stories, “You do that?”

“Sometimes,” you answered, “On the night you left for Oldtown to see your brother? I let Emely in my bed to keep me warm, and she told me a story about a woman who came on her chest. I asked her how, and…she showed me.”

The vision of his beautiful wife’s handmaiden using her breasts to cum made him pound into you harder. Emely began running circles around your clit, which heightened your pleasure even more. The sounds of your slick sex on her fingers, and his body slamming into yours coupled with your cries defeaned you three to the world. He tried keeping a simple rhythm to not bring his climax too quickly, but he couldn’t help it. Your tight walls clenched from all the pleasure attacking your body, and he needed to hear you cum. He wanted to make you quake like he always did. Like with Emely, he pulled out to let her taste you on his member; she switched between both you and him, so neither was without stimulation. The slight pause made it easy to come down from the edge while still allowing you pleasure. She audibly sucked the juices leaking out before bobbing her head on his cock and sliding him back into you. Soon, you gripped Emely’s hair and kept her mouth on your clit as your orgasm rocked your body. Otto withdrew simply to stop himself from joining you. This move let Emely drink from your quivering sex, and when she looked up at him, he kissed whatever juices remained on her lips.

“She’s delicious,” he muttered, continuing to kiss her.

“Very,” she agreed. “But, you taste equally good, my lord.”

“Even better, in my opinion,” you added, sitting up with her.

The both of you took a hand and started stroking him again. You each took turns licking at his tip for the droplets of precum leaking from him. Pain struck his balls from trying to withhold his orgasm from them, but he didn’t want to disappoint them so soon. His entire life he dreamed of having two women, yet the values and morals he’d gone by said a man only took one woman. To indulge in such carnal acts was considered sinful by the church. Perhaps this was why he loved it so much; men often craved forbidden things. The fact that his wife enjoyed these things as well only aroused him further.

“Please cum,” you pouted, playing with your breasts and sucking his tip after Emely, “I want Emely to taste it. Please, Husband? For me?”

“I-I-I don’-”

“-Please, my lord,” Emely said, cradling his balls for extra pleasure, “We have all night to take things slowly.”

You each continued goading and whimpering until he finally let go. In a sudden crash, Otto gritted his teeth as streaks of white shot out of his cock. He kept his eyes on the two women sticking out their tongues for the thick substance dropping in their mouths. You kissed Emely with a mouth full of cum, giving her what you’d collected for her to swallow. He continued cumming until he ran out of steam, admiring the women at his hips. He let you each continue stroking him while you swapped cum until it was gone. Otto only went down on the bed when you two let him collapse between you. He took deep breaths to collect himself, yet you two continued. Emely and you laid on either side of him again, never letting go of his cock and balls. Small sparks of pain came from the hands stimulating his softening member. He placed soft kisses on each of you, tasting himself in every kiss.

“Mm, as delicious as I expected,” said Emely, going down his body to suck on him softly. Her lips brought out a newfound sensitivity that made him jerk slightly. “May I please have more?”

“I don’t see why not,” you answered. You joined her below again to slide your mouth over his flaccid shaft. “It doesn’t take long for him to get hard again.”

“I see,” she nodded, “Especially hearing the number of rounds you two go on any given night.”

“Ladies,” he chuckled, “Please…That’s a bit-”

“-Sensitive, my love?” you suggested. “That’s how we want it.”

“I’ve never had a man give me more than one orgasm before,” she hummed on his head, “I want my lord to make me do it over and over again.”

“Girls, please.”

It became a vicious, pleasurable cycle he never wished to escape. You both continued pleasuring him until he grew hard, then you sat on it. Otto watched Emely play with your breasts while you bounced on his length, unable to fathom how it could be happening. After having a leg shaking orgasm on top of him from Emely’s teasing and his cock, the handmaiden took your place and rode him again. This time, she put her breasts in his face so he could suck and grab them while you licked the space between his cock and her pussy down below. He could feel the flat of your tongue tease his base every time Emely lifted her hips off him. When she came hard and loud again, Otto flipped her onto her back and continued. You sat on her face in front of him, so he could see her pink tongue on your pussy again. He reached forward to touch your breast: one hand groping yours and another on Emely’s. Feeling her about to cum a fourth time, he withdrew so you could finish her off with your mouth. Meanwhile, he hurriedly went around and shoved himself into your leaking sex again. He switched between your pussy and Emely’s mouth, enjoying the mess and sounds coming from both of you. Two naughty, delicious sluts who wanted nothing but his cock drove him into a frenzy. He pulled you off Emely and onto the bed, where he rammed himself inside you until you screamed from the feeling of him pounding you. Emely sat on your face again, letting you tongue fuck her into another orgasm.

He came down Emely’s throat after he finished fucking you, surprised he could produce more cum after the first time. She swallowed every drop and then watched you suck out whatever was left inside him. Sweat, semen, and slick covered your bodies. His muscles started to ache and weigh heavily from all the activity. He fell back on the bed again, panting and shutting his eyes. You and Emely laid with him but avoided touching his crotch. Neither of you complained when he instantly succumbed to exhaustion and passed out.

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Emely waited until both the lord and lady fell soundlessly asleep before making her exit. Normally, she’d stay and let her body rest, but there was money to be made. She’d originally turned down her lady’s proposal for the lord’s nameday present, but when the prince convinced her otherwise, she “changed her mind”. She had no idea it’d be as good as it sounded. The night proved enjoyable for everyone involved, and she knew her patron would be pleased with her report. She tiptoed around the bed to where you’d tossed your cloth after wiping yourself. A small white scrap of cloth, it was embedded with your scent now, wet patches started to seep into the fabric. Yes, he’ll be very pleased. Emely typically stayed away from her clients’ stranger requests, but he’d told her this one piece would keep her comfortable for a long time. Wiping herself quietly, she slipped on her chemise and bodice before sneaking out of the bedchamber. She passed nobody on the way down the stairs, or on her way to the servants’ quarters near the tower. He should be waiting for her in her chambers like he’d said.

When she entered her room, bare except for a bed, table, and dresser, she found Daemon Targaryen sitting on her bed. Black leather doublet over a red shirt and black pants, he rubbed a soft white petal between his fingers. His long blond hair down his shoulders, he looked like the dreamy prince all the women swooned over. He turned to her slowly as she appeared, an eyebrow raised, “Do you have it?”

“Right here, my lord,” she handed him the washing cloth.

She watched him put the petal away and take the small white square in his hand. He absentmindedly handed her a small leather pouch which was heavy with gold. Daemon walked a few paces away from her, feeling the cloth in his hand and putting it to his nose and lips. She heard him give an audible groan, which was then muffled by the wet fabric.

“How did she taste?”

“Not like much. Most women don’t, but she tasted good. I didn’t mind it.”

“How many orgasms?”

“I think about four? Five? I lost count, to be honest, my prince,” she laughed sheepishly. “She can go for a while, that’s for certain.”

“Her tits?”

“Warm and soft.”

“Her nipples?”

“Hard and sensitive.”

“Her cunt?” he growled into the cloth, sniffing it some more.

“Tight, hot and extremely wet.”

“Will you fuck them again?”

“Dunno, my prince. They passed out afterwards.”

“Will you fuck her again?”

“If she wants,” she shrugged. “She’s a horny little vixen, I’ll tell you that much, my prince. That rose loves to sit on thorns.”

It was true. Yes, you were a graceful, elegant, proper lady in front of the King and court, but behind closed doors, your true nature revealed itself. Emely thought it was odd when you’d come to Madam Lottie’s brothel and asked to see her selection of young females. Noble ladies never went into whore houses or even into the city, if they could help it. You told Lottie you were looking for help with ‘personal matters’, and paid twice what a man would. Emely did launder your clothes and sheets. She did help you bathe and dress. She brought you your meals and poured your drinks. She even helped you with Cedric, your toddler. But, Emely served another purpose as well. You worried Lord Hightower might grow bored if he bedded you too often, so she filled in the holes on the nights he couldn’t. She didn’t mind in the slightest. She’d rather serve one horny mistress who was kind to her over a bunch of hairy, greasy men who barely looked at her face. When Prince Daemon learned one of Lottie’s girls left the Street of Silk for the Red Keep, he questioned her about your sexual exploits. The coin came in large bags, and you were none the wiser.

It’s only business, after all.

Emely watched Daemon keep the cloth to his lips as he thought. “You’ll bathe her tonight, won’t you?” he asked.

“She bathes every night, my prince.”

“Good. I want to watch you pleasure her; get her out of the tub somehow so I can see her pretty, pretty, pretty parts…” his voice trailed off as he sniffed the cloth. It started to unsettle Emely.

“My prince, if you want the woman, why not take her? You’re the Prince. What is she going to do?”

“No,” he shook his head, “I don’t want to rape her. It’s not satisfying if she doesn’t want it.” He licked a spot on the cloth and closed his eyes, “I want Lord Hightower’s slutty wife to beg for my cock before I give it to her.” He put the cloth in his pocket, “Good evening, Emely. Until next time.”

“Until next time, Prince Daemon.”

With a soft shut of the door, nervousness sat inside her stomach. Prince Daemon was known to get what he wanted regardless of the consequences. She didn’t mind giving him articles of clothing or cloths with your pussy stains on them, but she hated the thought of him taking it a step further. What if he assaulted you? She didn’t want to be a part of that. Emely cleaned herself up properly from her water basin, and then went to sleep. She only hoped you’d exercise caution around the prince.

Only The Seven know what he’s up to.

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A/N: Dun, dun, dunnnnn, wow, this was a ride! I really like what I'm doing with Daemon in this series, and I thought of adding him into the mix. I won't give details, but I was wondering if anyone wanted to see rosebud!reader give into prince daemon's creepy desires or a whole ass fic of him pining over her somehow because I'm in a daemon phase atm lmao lemme know!

Feedback's always appreciated too, thanks! <3

#otto hightower #otto x reader #otto x you #otto x yn #house of the dragon #hotd #hotd drabbles #hotd imagines #hotd fanfiction #hotd fanfic

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drjdorr · 5 months

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"So how long has it been since you heard from that facility now? Five? Ten minutes?" Zarra asked the crime lord, a cocky smile on her face despite the ropes binding her to the chair

"Quite" the crime lord said as he nervously paced

"He should be here soon, I'd make amends with any gods you worship"

"I said quite!" His hand smacks against her face out of frustration

"Hehe," she chuckles, the smile still on her face, "you call that a smack? Where I grew up, a hit like that is a sign my mother was having a good day." Suddenly the lights went out and the machinery around them whirred to a stop. "I'd start praying if I was you, before it's too late"

With the power cut the room was dark save the light from the skylight above but these guys hadn't gotten so high in the organization to work directly under the boss by not being able to deal with a bit of darkness. Anyways, there was only one way in and the moment he stepped through that door, he'd be swiss cheese

The room was silent. No one moved, no one even breathed.

Then with a CRASH of shattering glass Jysgo landed as two thugs crumpled to the ground, two bullets expertly placed in the base of their skulls. Jysgo's eyes then rose to meet the crime lord's who saw only death in the drow’s.

Jysgo rose to his height and began advancing on the crime lord, his guns smoothly snapping from goon to goon, each bullet another death as his eyes never left the leader. The crime lord had been in many shoot outs, you don't get into his position without getting your hands dirty on occasion, but he had never seen someone be so casual surrounded by gunfire, not even breaking stride to dodge the knife stab before blowing out the over extending attacker's brain or having a fleeing criminal's brain touch the door right before his fingers would have. Soon only Jysgo, the crime lord, and Zarra remained in the room as Jysgo looked at the crime lord

"Kneel" Jysgo said, his tone almost bored as he glanced over to Zarra to check on her

"I'm sorry, you do not get to-" the crime lord drops to the ground screaming as Jysgo rolled his eyes and used a pair of shots to cause his kneecaps to shatter

"I said kneel" Jysgo said as he sat the muzzle of the gun against his forehead, a pull of the trigger and the crime lord's brain stem would receive a new open concept floor plan.

"P-please" the crime lord begged, the tears unclear if they were from fear or pain "l-let me go, I'll go straight, I'll leave town, you will never see or hear from me again, just let me go please"

Jysgo looked at him, so pathetic, only two bullet wounds and a gun to his head and he's begging for his life. The man wouldn't last a day among Jysgo's people.

"You know," Jysgo said, "I believe you." his gun began to lower, a glimmer of hope entering the crime lord's eyes. But as his gun was passing over his stomach Jysgo continued, "but you hurt Zarra" before firing into his gut twice.

the crime lord shuddered from the shots and was about to topple when Jysgo caught him by his suit coat.

"not risking you having this" Jysgo said as he pulls out the dying man's gun from his pocket and releasing him to fall onto the floor. "not a bad gun" he says before pocketing it.

he walked over to Zarra "are you ok?"

"I'm not a baby Jysgy. Is Grabbyhands ok?" Zarra knew her brother cared but this was a slow Tuesday compared to back home, though he probably wasn't to use to it given he was the reason someone's Tuesday quickly became less slow

"your rat is fine" Jysgo dismissed her customary correction as he gave a whistle and the door handle gave a jiggle before opening to a racoon that quickly ambled over toward Zarra excitedly

"Mr.Grabbyhands! I'm so happy you're ok" Zarra stepped out of the ropes she had untied an hour ago to embrace her pet

"found him near where you were taken. turns out they didn't want a little garbage eating dog" Jysgo said watching the reunion

"Racoon! And he doesn't eat garbage he eats your food"

"not really endearing me to him, but he was almost as impatient to find you as I was. darn mole almost got me shot trying to attack a thug when he didn't stand a chance against"

"Racoon! but... thank you for saving him Jysgy. I know you aren't fond of him but it means alot that you tried to save him" Zarra hoisted up the wriggling mass of fur as Grabbyhands crawled onto her shoulders

"don't get me wrong, he drives me up the wall, but that little skunk makes you happy." Jysgo said looking at the masked critter "that being said, the moment that isn't the case he is getting kicked out of my house"

Zarra gave Jysgo a small punch on the arm "you will have to wait a long time then"

"ughh" the dying man moaned in pain

Zarra walked over to the man before taking out a case from her pocket and setting down a few small flowers "Hemlock" she explained before walking over to leave with Jysgo

#my writing #paradise city AU #Jysgo Olar #Zarra Olar #Mr.Grabbyhands #trigger warning #murder #violence #death #kidnapping #implied:#abuse #if I missed any important triggers let me know

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dontjudgemeimawriter · 1 year

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Belated Flufftober Day 9: Game Day (sports)

Here’s a snippet for Flufftober— although October has now passed, I’m now going back and trying to do the ones I missed. Today’s prompt is Game Day and comes from @flufftober's prompt list. I’m using the characters from Syndicate. These scenes are non-canon and written simply to practice with lighter content. Let me know if you want to be tagged in future responses for this event!

I was very usure how to do this prompt as I don't knpw how to get Terran to a spots event... so instead I decided to try writing Raymond with Jodi and her freinds!

I scanned the crowd for Jodi. She’d begged me to join her— them, her other friends— for her girlfriend’s soccer game. After a moment I spotted her roommate, Emery, sitting a few rows up on the bleachers, but a blank space next to them. No Jodi. I looked around some more until finally I saw her: leaning over the railing of the platform, with Rosalie on the other side in her jersey.

I walked over to them hanging back a but, but Jodi spotted me quickly. “Raymond! You came.” She pulled me into a hug.

Rosalie looked up at us from about three feet down. “Hey,” she grinned. “You better cheer for me.”

“Of course,” I said. I looked at the field, trying to remember what I knew about soccer. I’d definitely learned the rules in gym class. “You kick the ball in that net, right?”

Rosalie laughed. “In theory I should kick the ball into that net,” she pointed in the opposite direction. “But that’s the general idea.” She noticed that her teammates were starting to gather, and turned back to us. “I gotta go.”

“Kick the ball, kick some ass,” Jodi added, leaning over the railing again, far enough that I was afraid she was going to fall. Rosalie hopped on her tiptoes to give Jodi a kiss, waved to me, and left.

Jodi spun upright, facing me. “Alright. Let’s get to our seats,” she said, then led me up to the area of the bleachers with Emery, and now that I was close, saw that another friend of theirs, Everett, was there too.

“Hey Raymond, you’re joining us?” Everett sat up when he saw me, offering his fist for a fistbump, which I reciprocated with a smile. I’d only met him in passing really, I wouldn’t consider us friends.

“Pretzel?” He held up a cardboard container of bite-sized soft pretzels.

“Sure,” I grabbed one then gave a smile and a wave to Emery. Emery moved aside to make room for Jodi and I.

I sat down, discovering the freezing cold of the seat. Jodi knew to anticipate it, and was untying her sweater form her wait to lay it out on the seat.

“Ever been to one of these games, Raymond?” Everett asked, gesturing that I could take more pretzels.

“Nope,” I ate the pretzel I’d already taken, it was only slightly warm and had too much salt, but I took another anyway.

“He knows where the goal is,” Jodi teased.

“This is where you throw the ball to the touchdown, right?” I said with a grin.

“Absolutely, you’re ready to play.” Everett thumped my back.

It wasn’t long into the game that Jodi stood from her seat, cheering, “Let’s go Rose!” as loud as she could.

“She doesn’t even have the ball, Jodi!” Emery teased her, just as Rosalie in the field stood the ball and everyone was suddenly running for the goal, and Emery switched to also standing to cheer for their freind, and for a moment, I even found myself ready to cheer along, to shout alongside them. Rosalie had to fight to keep the ball, and our group wound up repeating “Rose! Rose! Rose!”

Even during all that, I stayed seated, and Everett didn’t rise either, perhaps to make me more comfortable. Even when the excitement waned as Rosalie wasn’t a part of anything major, Jodi stayed standing next to me. Emery reached behind her to get some pretzels.

“How do you know Jodi?” Emery asked me.

It was just a friendly question, but I hesitated. How I knew her was simple, but giving too much information, revealing too much… I didn’t know where the line would be.

“Our parents were friends, we’ve known each other since we were little,” Jodi answered for me, before interrupting herself with a “Go Rose!”

Emery looked a little confused at that, and I leaned towards them to add, “I haven’t been in town for a while, started here this year and ran into Jodi, so we’ve reconnected.” Easy. Simple. No deaths or fake deaths whatsoever.

“Gotcha.” Emery nodded.

“Friend of Jodi’s is a friend of ours,” Everett said. Relief flooded over me, I hadn’t even realized how nervous I’d been. The next time the group stood to cheer, I stood up with them.

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A naked bulb hung above the table for two, lighting nothing but that and the two men on the chairs, positioned squarely in the centre of the room. Two others stood to either side of the table. The two on the chairs were tied to their chairs, bags over their heads, tape on their mouth. Their knots had been tied so that the more they struggled, the tighter the rope got.

The door slammed open, momentarily lighting up the room. But that was soon gone when a man walked in. He carried a walking stick, but didn’t seem to be too dependant on it. Without breaking stride, he clicked the door shut with a flick of his cane. Irritably, he made a gesture to the two men by the table – probably his subordinates. They pulled the bags off of the men’s heads and ripped the tape off their mouth. Immediately, the one on the right began to shout and the left one’s sobs became more pronounced.

‘You’ve got the wrong guy. I haven’t done anything – nothing wrong. You’re definitely looking for someone else. Please, you have to believe me – I don’t know anything.’ The man with a limp spoke in a calm voice. A voice that one only uses when they hold all the cards, have all the power. A voice that is outwardly less threatening than screaming or a maniacal yell, but one that frightens more thoroughly than anything else.

‘What’s your name?’

‘T-T-Timothy.’

‘Well, Timothy. Let me tell you something. You may very well believe that I have the wrong guy, and it may just be so. You’d want it to be so, wouldn’t you?’ Timothy whimpered. The man continued. ‘But, it’s more than likely that I don’t have the wrong guy. Also,’ the man paused as he brought out a cigarette, lit it, and took a puff. ‘let me make another thing clear – you would be wise not to challenge my decisions ever again. Not that you’ll have too long to anyway.’ He gave a nod to the man to Timothy’s left; the man punched him in the face, partially dislodging a tooth, filling his mouth with blood. Timothy spat the blood onto the floor.

A man with a limp isn’t meant to be threatening, but as this man with a limp moved towards the table, Timothy grew more and more scared with each passing second. His heat beat doubled, then tripled when he saw him reach behind his back and pull out a gun. His body have a lurch when the man slammed the gun onto the table and gave him a little smile. The man picked the gun back up, and Timothy started to silently hyperventilate. He calmed down a little when he saw him open the chamber and empty it. Russian Roulette. The man put in one lead stud and gave the .22 a spin. The men standing by untied the two in the chair.

Timothy relaxed a little. Russian Roulette was a game of luck and guessing. And no one could beat him at either. Growing up, he always drew the longest straw, and never failed to guess the exact number of jellybeans in a jar. He won every round of rock-paper-scissors, and always rolled favourable numbers. As a teen, he would buy lottery tickets when he needed extra money, and didn’t have to take on any student debt when he went to college. Instead of continuing like that though, he decided to become a stock trader and put his skills to good use. Currently, he’d been number one employee for five years.

The gun stopped rotating. The barrel was pointing at Timothy. Less scared than he would have been, he clutched the handle and slowly brought it to his temple, the cold metal touching his skin. His head shook, and his vision became cut up, as if he was in a picture and someone had sliced the area in front of him using a jagged knife. A circle cleared up in the centre. It slowly turned black before a six-bullet barrel with only one bullet in it materialised in it. Then, everything went back to normal.

Confident, Timothy pulled the trigger. A powerful gust of air came out, but he was mostly unharmed. The man with the limp laughed.

‘He lives! ‘Now, onto the next.’

Timothy put the gun down and the man picked it up. He put another bullet into the chamber, spun it, clicked it shut, and put it on the table. He spun the gun again, and it landed on Timothy again. The same sudden vision played across his eyes, and Timothy pulled the trigger again. The same gust pushed against the side of his forehead, and he was once again, unharmed. This time the man with a limp gave an irritated laugh and was visibly pissed as he loaded the third bullet.

This time round the barrel pointed at the other man who had been silently crying the whole time. As he raised the gun to his head, Timothy knew that he would be safe – the bullet was in the slot next to the current one. The man with a limp was calmer this time round, but Timothy was aware that he was angered. One of them needed to die, and they needed to die quickly.

The fourth bullet went into the chamber and the barrel pointed at Timothy. The man cried out triumphantly. The odds were stacked in the man’s favour – only a one in three chance Timothy would live. The vision flashed before his eyes again, but this time Timothy froze when it ended. If he pulled the trigger, he would die. All four bullets were lined up one after the other.

‘What’s wrong boy? Not so quick to act this time? Don’t like these odds?’ The man with a limp mocked him, and evidently enjoyed it. Timothy gave a cold, hard stare at the man and looked him dead in the eyes. His face was completely expressionless as he gave his response.

‘You had the right man, Denker.’ In a flash, Timothy whipped to the side and pulled the trigger. He adjusted slightly, then pulled it again to kill the man who stood to his left. The one on the right punched him, causing him to fall out of his chair, then drew his own gun. He took a shot at Timothy, but he rolled out of the way, only being grazed a bit. Timothy stood at the other edge of the table and quickly squeezed the trigger, ending the man.

He strutted towards the door, but just as he was about to open it, he turned around.

‘Sorry, got to clean up all loose ends.’ He pulled the trigger one last time, killing the man who was frozen with shock in the chair.

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My Time at Sandrock Fic Chapter 3

I’m so happy y’all are enjoying this fic. I’m enjoying writing it. Here’s another chapter as a treat.

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“Knock, knock. I have a surprise for you!”

Nia burst through the door of Lotts o’ Screws Workshop. The force of it rattled the single frame on the wall that held her builders license.

Charlotte jolted in her chair, nearly dropping the small engine in her hands. She caught it before it shattered and thanked her lucky stars. It had taken the better part of a week to find one of these things in the mines. She still had to find one more before she could even consider work on the hydrogel. She and Mi-an needed to get their hands on a condenser too, but that was a task for another day,

Today, everyone would be gathering for the dance competition.

Matilda loved Owen’s idea. Not only would it help the community, but it would raise everybody’s spirits—at least that was the hope. The idea seemed to go over well with the rest of the townsfolk. Burgess had a sizable inventory when she dropped off her donation for the drive, so she assumed things were going well.

She hadn’t had the chance to ask Owen how it was going. He was so busy trying to get the event ready on such short notice—not that she had that much free time either. In fact, she hadn’t seen him at all these last few days.

That didn’t stop Nia though. She had an endless well of questions for her.

Who asked out who first? What did you do on your first date? Have you two fucked?

They hadn’t discussed any of those things, and Charlotte had to make them up as they went along. Charlotte asked Owen out. They had a quiet dinner at his place, just the two of them. No, they hadn’t. They were taking things slow. Not that any of her answers would matter in a few days anyway.

Charlotte adjusted her goggles and returned to cleaning the granules of sand from the grooves in the engine. “I thought you and Julien were getting ready for the dance competition?”

“I am ready for the competition.” She placed her free hand on her hip and struck a pose. She wore an oversized sweater tucked into worn gray jeans. Her dark braids had been pulled back in a low ponytail and tied off with a green ribbon.

She chuckled. “Very cute.”

“What about you?” Nia gave her a once over and made a face. “Please tell me you’re changing out of that jumpsuit before we go?”

“I will, I will. I just want to finish cleaning this engine first. It shouldn’t be too much longer.” She wiped away the sweat beading her brow with the back of her hand. “But you mentioned a surprise?”

“Right! My amazing winter solstice gift for my bestest friend.” She plopped down in the empty stool next to her. It was one of the few furniture pieces in her dinky workshop aside from her bed and worktable. Nia slid a small parcel in front of her. “You’re welcome in advance by the way because did I mention it was amazing?”

“Can I have a hint?”

“Nope,” she said, popping the ‘p’ as she did.

Charlotte shook her head and set her engine aside. She gave it an experimental shake, only for Nia to squeak and reach to stop her. She paused. It must be something fragile if it warranted that reaction. She set it down and untied the pink ribbon keeping the brown paper in place. When she peered inside, she swore she stopped breathing.

An old camera laid at the bottom of the crinkled bed of paper. The metal frame was a little scuffed, but in all it appeared to be well preserved. She pulled it out and turned it in her hands. “Oh, Nia, this is beautiful.”

“I know, right?! This weird guy with a mask passed through the city a few weeks back and he had this in his inventory. When I saw it, I knew I had to get it for you.” She bounced in her seat. “Wanna know the weirdest part though? He didn’t even want gols. He wanted some power stones instead. Luckily, I had a few on hand because I doubt I would have ever seen the guy again.”

Charlotte flipped it on and pointed it at Nia. She gave her a dazzling smile as the bulb flashed. She smiled to herself. “This sure brings back memories.”

Nia hummed her ascent. “Sure does. Just you and me, traveling across the Free Cities in search of meaningful stories.” She stared off out the small window that gave her a view of the rolling dunes. A wild yakmel ambled past the fence, their footprints disappearing in the shifting sands. “Shame we didn’t end up doing that.”

“You wanted to travel across the Free Cities for stories,” Charlotte corrected as she turned the camera off, “I wanted to go to Duvos and capture images of the the war efforts.”

She inclined her head. “And yet you didn’t do that either and I never understood why. You’re a damn good photographer. We would have made quite the team out there.”

“Dreams change, I guess,” Charlotte bit off as she replaced the camera in its box.

“If you say so.” A smile smoothed over what might have been a troubled expression. “Why don’t you bring the camera with you today? It might be good to capture the town coming together in the face of hardship.” Nia picked at the dirt under her fingernails. “I think this place could use all the positive PR it can get.”

“Is that your way of offering to take a story back to the Harold on my behalf?” Nia made a noncommittal sound. Charlotte nudged her teasingly. “Oh, come one, everyone knows you could make a pile of shit sound like gold. How else has Julien gotten an A level workshop? You won’t stop talking him up in your column.”

“It’s called using your resources,” Nia snapped, “I would do the same for you if you were still in Highwind.”

Her expression softened. “I came out here to make my own way. You know that.”

“That doesn’t mean I can’t miss you.”

Charlotte pulled her in for a hug. She had missed Nia, more than she realized. Now that she was here, a small part of her wished she’d never leave. Their letters were nice, but it didn’t compare to the real thing. Even a few days made a world of difference. Nia clung to her like glue as she worked, chatting about anything and everything, just like old times.

When it was just the two of them, Charlotte could almost forget why she left Highwind in the first place.

Nia drew back and asked, “When are the four of us going on a double date?”

Almost.

She feigned a smile. “Owen and I are still trying to keep things quiet. We’re not ready for everyone to know about us yet.”

Nia pouted, “But I want to do cute couple things with you!”

“We did do cute couple things. Or have you forgotten the whole five months we dated back in school?”

“Ugh. I try not to think about it,” she said with an airy laugh, “Light, we were so awkward back then. It was clear to everyone but us that we were never going to work out. You were too quiet and I was too…”

“Everything else,” Charlotte provided with a chuckle, “Yeah, I’d have to agree with that.”

“That’s why I’m so happy you found Owen,” Nia insisted, “He seems perfect for you. I always thought you needed someone a little more down to earth. That’s why I want to do all the fun things that couples do together. You guys have a lot of catching up to do.”

“Owen is a shy one.” Charlotte didn’t feel too bad shoving him under the yakmel cart. He wasn’t there to say otherwise. “All that attention would make him combust.”

“Are you sure we’re talking about him and not you?” Nia knocked shoulders with her. Charlotte stuck out her tongue and she mirrored it. “Owen seems like the type of handsome man who sweeps a lady off their feet.”

Charlotte scoffed, “He’s a lot more than his good looks.”

“I’m sure that’s true but, like, have you seen his arms?” She fanned herself. “If I didn’t already have Jules, I’d be all over that.”

Charlotte bit back her sharp retort. She would gladly trade Owen for Julien. “I wish people would say something about how big his heart is. His kindness is unreal.” She met her gaze. “Reminds me of you.”

“That’s incredibly cheesy of you.” Nia ruffled her hair. Charlotte hissed and wiggled out of her reach. “I never thought you had it in you for all this sappy stuff. I mean, you weren’t exactly the epitome of comfort when we were together, but you seem pretty comfortable around Owen.”

“It’s not sappy if it’s true,” Charlotte deadpanned, “He put together this whole food drive and competition to make sure people can eat. How is that not kind?”

“I’m not saying it isn’t, but only you would talk about a person’s character over how nice their arms are. It’s cute.” She poked her cheek. “I’m so happy for you. You deserve someone who cares for you as much as I do.”

Charlotte snorted. “I don’t think that’s possible.”

“I don’t know,” Nia drawled in a sing-songy voice, “I see the way he looked at you when you left the kitchen. And how you looked. Seems to me he couldn’t keep his hands off you.”

Her fake relationship with Owen was the last thing she wanted to talk about. It meant she had to keep lying to Nia, and that was the last thing she wanted to do, but it was too late to turn back now. She just had to keep telling herself it would all be over soon and this awful feeling twisting in her gut would go away.

“Are you going to let me finish the engine or not?”

“How about not. Come on.” She tugged her lightly by the arm. Charlotte conceded and let her lead her away. “I want to pick out your outfit for the competition. When Owen sees you, his jaw is gonna hit the floor!”

She didn’t have the heart to tell her that would never happen.

***

Plucky guitar music poured from the speakers embedded in the stage backdrop as the competitors stomped in time with the beat. Owen had outdone himself yet again and it was all anyone was talking about as she weaved through the crowds, camera in hand. She felt this strange sense of pride seeing it come to life.

The man of the hour led the first round of the dance off. He moved smoother than a glider on the wind despite his broad frame. Sweat beaded his brow, but an easy smile lit up his face. She pointed her camera at him and took a photo. The flash of the bulb drew his attention and the skin around his eyes crinkled. She took another.

He tossed his head toward the crowd as if to say That’s enough, take some of the crowd.

She didn’t need to be told twice. Cooper twirled Mabel as the latter giggled. She got a photo of them right as they came back together and kissed. Elsie and Mi-an danced together to her left. It was less intimate, but the soft look on the normally fiery redhead’s face made for the great photo. It would be the perfect gift to give them if they ever did end up together. A familiar squeal of delight cut through the noise and she turned just as Julien dipped Nia.

Her heart dipped with her as he kissed her full on the mouth. A dark feeling swelled her gut—one she recognized all too well.

She spun on her heel and made a beeline for Martle’s Oasis. She didn’t want anyone to notice her sudden shift in mood—least of all Nia. She would poke and prod until Charlotte caved and said something. Either the truth or another lie—she couldn’t decide which was worse.

Charlotte plopped on the edge of landing that led up to By the Stairs and gazed out over the frozen waters of the Oasis. The bare trees and frosted cacti offered little in way of comfort, but it gave her the chance to clear her mind. She tucked her knees under her chin and closed her eyes, willing the pit of jealousy taking root in her stomach to fade. It had no right to be this prominent.

Only a few minutes passed before she heard the crunch of approaching footsteps. “Don’t tell me the competition’s already lost its appeal?” Owen chuckled to himself. A warm sound that resonated deep in his chest. “Or are you trying to calm the nerves before your turn comes up?”

She forced herself to smile. “Just taking a break, that’s all.”

He scaled the steps and joined her on the landing. “I saw what happened. You don’t have to lie to me too.”

Too. That word hit harder than a geegler intern. The smile dropped from her face. “You know this is exactly why I left Highwind in the first place,” she admitted, “I didn’t want to spoil their fun, but seeing them together hurt too much.”

“You really like him, dontcha?”

She hugged her knees tighter to her chest. “I didn’t realize I had feelings for him until it was too late, but yeah, and I would do anything to ensure that secret never gets out. Nia can never know about this.”

“Why not.”

“She just can’t.” She buried her face in her knees. “Ugh, I’m sorry. I didn’t want to bring down the whole mood. Today’s supposed to be fun.”

“You’re fine.” Owen fiddled absently with one of the rings on his finger. She counted them—five in total. She liked the one with a sapphire on his left thumb the best. The clear blue gem matched the color of his eyes. “And if it makes you feel any better,” he added a touch more quietly, “I know what it’s like—about having someone who doesn’t feel the same way about you, I mean.”

“You?” She gazed at him in disbelief. “Who wouldn’t want you?”

He made a small sound, almost a laugh, but not quite. “You’d be surprised. I’m still single, aren’t I?”

“I figured that was by choice.”

“Not quite.” He scratched sheepishly at the dark scruff on the apex of his jaw. His dark hair was peppered with gray. “Though I’ll admit that I haven’t tried too hard to find someone. If the right person ain’t showin’ interest, I’m not about to force myself on ‘em. Besides, I’m too busy runnin’ the saloon.”

“And wrangling Grace,” Charlotte added with a tinge of amusement, “Don’t forget that.”

He groaned. “That girl’ll be the death of me, I swear. My poor heart can’t take the strain.”

She sighed wistfully and traced the cracks in the ice-coated water. “It’s really nice of you to take her under your wing like that.” That was Owen’s problem. He was too damn nice to everyone. He only ever cared about others and what he could do to make them happy. Did he ever do anything for himself, or mean, or did that golden boy routine run straight to the core?

“Would you like to dance?”

She started. Owen was looking at her now—his eyes cleared than the sapphire on his thumb. Her heart stuttered in her chest. “You want to dance?” she reiterated, “With me?” She cursed the wobble in her voice.

“Well, we’re supposed to convince your friends we’re together, and so far, I think we’ve done a piss poor job of it.”

Charlotte laughed despite herself. “Alright, that’s fair, but are you sure you want to do it in such a public space? It’s not like we’ve got the whole town in on our secret. What will they say?”

“What’s the harm in one dance together?” he said nonchalantly, “I don’t think anyone else will think much of it.”

He had a point. It was harmless in the long run. “Alright, you swayed me.”

She took the hand he offered and let him lead her back toward the stage. His fingers twined with hers. It might have made her heart flutter, but she wrote it off as something new and exciting, and not because she actually felt something for Owen. They hardly knew each other after all.

The next round of contestants had taken to the stage, but the crowd gathered in front danced along with them. Owen turned to her, his hand settling on her hip. “Ready for this?” A smirk toyed on his lips. “I promise not to do anythin’ too complex, but us Sandrockers love a fast jig with some fancy footwork.”

She flicked her bangs from her eyes and said, “I think you underestimate my abilities as a dancer.”

“I’ll take that as a challenge.”

Owen wove her in and out of the crowd, each step deliberate and confident as he matched the beat of the folksy music. She met his pace with equally certain steps. He raised their hands to set her up for a spin and followed through with ease and ending back in his arms—like they had done this dance a million times already.

He looked pleasantly surprised, if not a little curious. The fact that she took lessons with Nia growing up wasn’t something he needed to know. He could stew in the mystery of her past a while longer.

“You look nice today, by the way.” He kept his voice low so only she heard him.

She ignored that pesky fluttering in her belly. “Like pet names, compliments aren’t necessary in this arrangement, either.”

“I mean it,” Owen said, “Pink suits you.”

She glanced down at the blush pink duster she wore over her sweater. Nia insisted she wear it because pink brought out the amber tones in her eyes. She agreed, but it didn’t really matter. She wasn’t here to impress Owen, and Julien had given her little more than a friendly nod and brief greeting since they arrived.

“Well, thank you, I don’t often get too dressed up like this.”

“Well, you should!”

They both seemed taken aback by his statement. She inclined her head curiously. “It’s not exactly the most practical attire for trekking through a scrapyard.”

He cleared his throat softly. “I know you do a lot of hands-on work, but there’s always a reason to dress up.” He coughed, his ears reddening noticeably. “But only if you want to, I guess.”

She cracked a small smile. “I do have a few dresses I’ve been dying to wear.”

His gaze swept back over her. “I’m sure you would look very nice in them.”

He was holding back on her. She could tell. He never uttered an impolite word about anyone or anything, but that also meant he rarely shared what he was really thinking. What would happen if, just once, he wasn’t so nice and he actually said what was on his mind.

They settled into an easy sway that matched the new song that came over the speakers. Something soft with a bell-like quality that reminded her of wind chimes. His grip on her waist tightened as he pulled her in. She wasn’t sure if he was aware he’d done it, but she didn’t mind. His warmth enveloped her and staved off the chill that nipped at her fingers. Her hand dripped up and settled over his heart. It thrummed softly under her palm and she fixated on it until her breaths matched the slow rise and fall of his chest.

Only then did it dawn on her how eerily quiet it had gotten. She peered around curiously, finding every eye had turned on them. A few people hid smiles in their hands, a few more muttered to each other. She looked back and realized just how close she and Owen were standing.

One might even think they were about to…

She broke away from him, but it was too late, the damage was already done.

“By the shifting sands,” Vivi straightened her glasses, “Do my old eyes deceive me or has our darlin’ Owen finally found himself a young lady?”

And that was all she needed to say for the rest of the crowd to fall into chaos. In a few seconds, a crowd of people had gathered around them. Justice clapped Owen on the shoulders with an Atta boy. Mi-an threw her arms around Charlotte and congratulated her. Then questions started to pour in.

When did it happen? How long? Why didn’t you tell anyone?

Charlotte shrank under all the attention, willing the sand to sink out beneath her feet and swallow her. It wasn’t supposed to happen this way. No one else was supposed to find out. How would they talk their way out of this one?

Owen wrapped an arm around her shoulder and pulled her in.

He deflected the questions with an easy smile and a few jokes, but his vice grip on her shoulders betrayed how uncomfortable he was. She placed a hand over his, hoping to ease some of that tension. Owen relaxed and knit their fingers together. She toyed absently with the simple gold band adorning his pinky.

Amirah drifted to the front of the group. She looked lovely in her plum shawl and dress. “Owen,” she said in her heavy Barnarock accent, “I was not aware that you and Charlotte were in an intimate relationship.”

His grip on her shoulder slackened. “Oh, well, we were tryin’ to keep it quiet—not like it was a secret or anything—er, I mean, it’s still new and all, so don’t feel too bad…for not knowing I mean.”

“I’m just so happy you have found someone who sparks joy in your soul the way pottery has sparked joy into mine.”

His face pinched in tangible pain. “Ah, I don’t know if I’d say that—I mean, yeah, I’d say there was a spark.” Charlotte clamped down on the inside of her cheek. Try an explosion. “But this whole thing is still pretty new for us—wait, I already said that, didn’t I?” Fear crackled in his eyes like a storm. Like he wasn’t sure what he might say next.

What had gotten into him?

Charlotte peered between him and Amirah. He stared at her with an odd intensity and her expression fell. She recognized that look all too well.

Oh. Her eyes widened. Oh no.

He was talking about Amirah earlier. She wanted to kick herself. Of course, it was her. Anyone with half a brain and eyes would want her. Even she got a little cotton-mouthed the first time they crossed paths. Amirah was lovely and talented and everything someone as good as Owen deserved.

And now she thought Owen was dating Charlotte…

How had she messed up this badly?

She nudged him lightly. He tore his gaze from Amirah long enough to meet hers. She prayed that the look she gave him conveyed her question. Do you want to stop? He could end it—here and now—if it meant saving his chances with someone he actually liked. At least Owen would be happy.

He shook his head and doubled down. “We’re not entirely sure how this thing between us happened. One second, we were little more than friendly strangers, but now we’re together and I think it’s the way the Light intended.” His expression softened. “I can’t say I expected it, but I’m glad it happened.”

Charlotte had to scoop her jaw off the ground.

Why would he…but he could have Amirah?

Then she remembered. Amirah didn’t like him back, or so he claimed.

She took his hand in both of hers and added, “Luck was certainly on our side, and I wouldn’t have it any other way.” There was some nugget of truth to that statement. She was lucky to have Owen in her corner through this.

“Well, that’s so gosh-darn sweet,” Mabel gushed, “We thought Owen here was never gonna find someone to settle down with.”

Vivi nodded enthusiastically. “We love to see love bloomin’ in town. It’ll be nice to have a couple more kiddos runnin’ around town.”

Owen laughed awkwardly. “Come on folks, none of that.”

The plan was to become friendly strangers again, but they were already talking about children. Charlotte wanted to vomit. “Well. I think it might be a little early to talk about kids.”

She’d never be able to look Mabel and Vivi in the eyes again, especially if they kept pushing topics like children or, Light forbid, marriage. She couldn’t decide which was worse. Returning to Highwind to play third-wheel for the rest of her life or lying to the townsfolk.

“Make room, out of the way, best friend coming through.”

Nia elbowed her way to the front of the crowd, Julien a step behind her. Their hands were tightly clasped so they wouldn’t lose each other in a crowd. Charlotte stepped into Owen. He drew small circles on the back of her hand with his thumb, but it did little to ease the ache in her chest.

Nia stopped in front of them and planted her free hand on her hip. “I know you wanted to keep this whole thing on the down low, but now that the secret’s out, I want to take a cute photo of the four of us!”

Charlotte’s hand fell to the camera. “A photo?”

“Yeah! Wouldn’t that be fun?” She peered between them. “To commemorate this moment and all.”

Catori clapped her hands. “Oh, what a wonderful idea. I can take the photo for y’all.”

Owen squeezed her hand before she could refuse. “A picture sounds like a great idea. Thanks for that, Cat.” Charlotte relinquished her camera to Catori who took it gingerly with both hands. Of anyone, she trusted her to treat it with care as a fellow relic enthusiast.

The four of them squeezed together at the foot of the stage with Nia and Charlotte in the middle. She hoped her smile looked genuine as Catori lined up the shot.

“Come on, pretend you like each other,” Cooper said helpfully, “Don’t be shy.”

Charlotte sucked on a tooth. Did everyone already know they were lying through their teeth and just wanted to make their life as painful as possible? Before she could talk herself out of it, she popped onto her toes and pressed a chaste kiss to Owen’s cheek. His breath hitched as the bulb flashed.

She drew back immediately. Dark pink stained his sun-tanned skin. She tried not to stare as she asked Catori, “All good? Or did you need another?”

“I think we should do one more, just to be safe,” she said as she readied another shot, “but that was so cute y’all. Get ready!”

Owen pulled her flush against his side and kissed her temple. His lips were surprisingly soft on her skin, if not a little timid. Her lips parted in surprise as the bulb flashed. She blinked away the dark spots dancing on the edge of her vision.

“Perfect,” Catori exclaimed, “I think we’re good.”

His lips were gone an instant later. She brushed her fingers over the spot on her temple, skin still prickling from the brief contact. Owen cleared his throat and donned another friendly smile. His fingers brushed lightly against hers but didn’t quite close the distance. She wasn’t about to do it herself, so she forced herself to stand there with a placid expression.

“I think y’all have have had your fun now,” he said with faux enthusiasm, “now, let’s get back to the real reason we all gathered here today. We still have a competition to finish. Hugo, Cooper, Mi-an, ya’ll’re up.”

The crowd cheered and, just like that, the tension in the air dissipated.

“I want a copy of that photo when you develop them,” Nia hissed as Julien led her away.

Charlotte loosed a shaky breath as she followed the flow of foot traffic back toward the stage. Owen’s hand found hers. He had yet to wipe the lipstick stain from his cheek. Did he even realize it was there?

“You alright?” he asked.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t—”

He cut her off with a shake of his head. “There’s nothing for you to apologize for. We’re all good, you and I,” he said, “Don’t you worry ‘bout a that now, ya hear?” She managed a weak nod. “Good. Now, let’s enjoy the rest of the competition while we still have the light.”

He turned away while maintaining the firm hold on her hand. It made her feel safe. Comforted, perhaps? Either way she felt like she could finally breathe.

This was fine. They were fine. No one knew this was all a lie—how could they?

#my time at sandrock #mtas #mtas builder #mtas owen #mtas amirah #mtas nia #mtas oc

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samethstarr · 2 years

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Prompt if you want it; a shy child is touring Foster's Home for Imaginary Friends looking to adopt their new forever friend

Hide and Seek - a Foster's Home for Imaginary Friends fanfic by someone who hasn't seen the show.

I have not seen Foster's Home for Imaginary Friends and wrote this with the limitation of knowledge from only the first page of a Google search, without clicking any links. Click here for more details. I am still accepting prompts.

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Hide and Seek

The sound of his knock on the door seemed to echo more loudly than Shane thought would be possible. He chuckled nervously as he waited for someone to open the door to the orphanage. He wasn't entirely sure what he was doing there, he clearly wasn't an orphan, but this definitely felt like where he was supposed to be.

He felt giddy; the same way he felt when his Mom took him to get a goldfish at the pet store and he was allowed to pick any one he wanted. Except the lady at the pet store scooped up the wrong one in the net and he didn't want to tell her she made a mistake. He was disappointed the whole way home, holding the wrong fish in a bag on his lap. He named it Geoff and even though it was the wrong fish they became friends. That was a very long time ago though, 6 months ago, and Geoff seemed to have better things to do than to be Shane's best friend so Shane stopped playing with him. Shane was too old for a goldfish anyway.

He knocked on the orphanage door again, and again there was no answer. Shane turned around and looked back, seeing the glow from his nightlight shining along the floor. He was too old for a night light, he was 9 years old, but then again he was also too old to be finding orphanages under his bed.

He turned back, looking up at the tall front door. He didn't want to knock again, he didn't want to be annoying. He was about to leave when he suddenly heard a muffled "Ready or not, here I come!"

There was no time to react, the door bust open and something blue shot out, knocking him over onto the ground in its haste, "Found you!"

Shane sat up, surprised. Right beside him was some sort of living blue pillow! The blue pillow also seemed surprised.

"You're not Mac!"

Shane didn't know who Mac was, or really how to respond to this awkward situation. "I'm…sorry?" He really was sorry, and quite embarrassingly so, but the blue pillow didn't seem to notice.

"I'm Bloo! Since I found you, you have to help me find everyone!" Bloo nodded, his arms crossed knowingly. "It's the rule. Come on!"

Shane didn't seem to have any choice as Bloo grabbed his arm and pulled him up and into the orphanage.

Several rooms seemed to blur past when they suddenly stopped next to a suspicious looking tall orange lamp, "Oh yeah!" Bloo said, "I don't know your name! Who are you?"

"Oh… I'm Shane" The tall orange lamp was staring at him.

"Shane, we need to split up. We won't find everyone if we don't!" Bloo didn't seem to notice the lamp even though it was right beside them. Maybe it was just a normal lamp anyway, expressive furniture wasn't an unusual feature in an old home, he saw that a lot on TV so this was probably the case. Still, it did seem a little odd. He didn't know of any lamp that wore sneakers.

Bloo was still talking, Shane realized, and he didn't want to interrupt, but also he wanted to ask about the lamp. He didn't want Bloo to think he was rude though, so instead of asking, he just reached over and touched the tall orange thing.

At his touch, the lamp jerked suddenly and started chuckling before starting to dart across the room, but it didn't get far before tripping over an untied shoelace, before bursting out into laughter.

Bloo was delighted, "You're so good at this game! You found Wilt!" he grinned, clapping his hands(?) with glee, "Come on, we need to find the others!"

The game carried on for another hour, and between them they were able to find a whole cast of creatures, from a rabbit that insisted he was not playing, to a fluffy demon whose nervous whispering gave him away. There were even other kids like him! With more and more of them searching, the more they found, and the more the group was laughing.

And then, suddenly, it seemed to be over. The boy Bloo mistook Shane for, a short boy with brown hair, did a quick count before declaring that one friend was still missing. Everyone turned to each other, mumbling, before the name "Geoff" started getting whispered around.

"Um.. I'm right here." Shane turned, his eyes going wide with recognition at the small figure hiding halfway in the doorway.

It was a little goldfish, half invisible, with one fin longer than the other and a quiet, shy frown. Around its head was a space helmet.

"Geoff!" Shane couldn't believe it, it was his goldfish, the one he had at home. Shane pushed passed a creature that was also a tree as he ran towards the fish, "Geoff what are you doing here?"

Geoff looked down to the floor, "I thought, since you didn't want to play with me anymore…" but then he looked back up, "But you came! You still want to play with me!" The fish's scales seemed to beam golden with his smile. "We can do your homework together again! And and, remember when you drew a picture of me, it was really good, and your Mom got mad because you drew a space hat on my fish bowl with a marker?" Geoff looked up at him expectantly, "We had so much fun, right?"

Shane was stunned. Yeah, they had had a lot of fun. He recalled the times he would sneak crumbs from his sandwich into the bowl for Geoff to eat, or the time he snuck downstairs in the middle of night because he heard goldfish could glow in the dark and fell asleep watching to see if Geoff would glow. Geoff was glowing now!

"I missed you!" Shane blurted out, hugging his fishy friend, laughing happily while the other friends around them clapped and cheered. He thought he heard the fluffy one, Eduardo, blow his nose as he happy cried.

"Let's go home!"

#foster's home for imaginary friends #fanfiction #Fanfic without Context

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tehuti88-art · 2 years

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6/24/22: r/SketchDaily theme, "Lace/Free Draw Friday." (I did Free Draw Friday.)

This week's character for my anthro WWII series is SS-Helfer Hedy Rader, without garrison cap (top drawing) and with garrison cap (bottom drawing). She's the secretary/assistant to Lt. Gunter Hesse (this guy) and he's never quite sure what to do with her. She has a really abrasive personality and is quite a stickler for rules. An officer named Friedrich often stops by Hesse's office to woo her but she always yells at him to go away, even though it seems they were briefly involved in the past.

She's supposed to be a smooth-haired dachshund, though it's hard to tell given my characters have humanlike bodies. She's deliberately designed to look a lot like her personality, shrewish and short and frumpy and plain, and yes, those are buck teeth she has. There'll be more about her later in my art Tumblr and Toyhou.se.

TUMBLR EDIT: Hedy Rader is another example of recent bit characters who appeared in my head, started to speak up a bit louder, then acquired just enough of a personality and background importance to require a name. I have a process lately, bringing up a few pages from my Internet history: Wikipedia pages on German surnames, German female names, German male names; a listing of German Jewish surnames from some old dictionary (these are especially complicated to me, since I want to distinguish such things in the story yet it seems lots of names can be EITHER/BOTH German and Jewish or SPECIFICALLY German-Jewish and the distinctions are unclear); if applicable, a page of SS ranks and their equivalents in the Wehrmacht and American military; and a page with the SS-Helferinnenkorps ranks. (After lots of digging, I finally found the latter on a foreign site...then lost it! But I then found the same info on the Military History wiki on Fandom.com and made sure to bookmark it this time.) From all this I cobble together a unique name (sometimes a bit too unique, looking at you, Vincenz Immerwahr, haha); since I'm basically picking a name from a website rather than growing the character into it organically, I often have trouble remembering these names for a while and have to consult my character list to remind myself. (Back when I used to try fitting in on writers' forums, someone jeered at me for admitting I had trouble remembering the spelling of a particular character's name--surely a good writer remembers such things. In that particular case, as I explained, this was a secondary name, PLUS that character's name was taken directly from mythology, so I hadn't chosen the spelling myself. They then switched to jeering at me for having more than one character whose name started with M, because this is a sign of sloppy writing and is way too confusing for readers. While I don't completely refute the latter point, I think they gave readers too little credit, plus, in this particular case, THE NAMES WERE TAKEN FROM MYTHOLOGY and that mythology just happens to have lots of M names. I didn't make it confusing all on my own! 🙄 I don't try hanging out on writers' forums anymore since in my experience, writers are far too snobby and rejecting a bunch for me to ever really be considered one of them. So, I write, but I guess I'm not considered a "real" writer. Not quite sure what I am since I'm obviously not an artist, either.)

Anyway...I have no problem recalling Rader's last name as it's the same (yet spelled differently) as that of the main character of the TV police procedural Major Crimes. (A show that started out decent but then devolved into a weird blend of Catholic family drama and everybody suffering heart issues, said main character even interrogates a suspect to death--not the suspect, but the main character, I mean she has a heart condition and she gets so intense questioning someone she literally dies doing it. Despite doctor warnings, and leaving behind a family. The last several episodes went on without the main character. I never saw how it ended until years later in syndication, I just gave up on it as so stupid by then. Seriously, what was with all the Catholic stuff out of the blue, and everyone having heart attacks??) (Uh, sorry for all these asides, yeesh.) The first name eluded me but now I think of Hedy Lamarr so maybe that can be my mnemonic. (Oh! Ahhh! Ha! I just Googled Hedy Lamarr to be sure I got the spelling right and her full name is HEDWIG! Oh my, the Wikipedia German name listing didn't inform me of this that I can recall. Ha, Hedwig as a name would suit my character. Alas, her name's been set as Hedy. Ah well.)

Rader's physical appearance came more clearly to me than new characters usually do. The words "rabbity" and "shrewish" were in mind. I needed to choose a dog breed and since she's short, runty, and frumpy, not "curvy" and busty like SS-Helfer Britta Azinger but awkwardly skinny and practically bosomless, a dog known for being long and awkward looking seemed suitable. Bonus is dachshunds have long noses and I pictured Rader with a long nose; also, they seem to have an attitude, which Rader has, so there we go. I could already picture her plain drab hair, her perpetually hostile facial expression, and her absurd buck teeth; all of this goes with her personality, but more than that, I wanted to counter, at least a bit, all the highly attractive, athletic, blue-eyed blond-haired people surrounding her, in particular her boss, Lt. Gunter Hesse (blond hair, blue eyes, tall, well muscled, he's about as Aryan as Aryan can get); because take a look at photos of Nazis, even SS members, sometime. Most of them didn't really look like that. Plenty of them were downright un-Aryan. (Looking at you now, Dr. Mengele.) Oh, plus, the highly attractive and relatively even-tempered Hesse being assigned this awkward, unattractive, ill-tempered secretary who has no problems screaming at him (or rather, going into another room and screaming) about his two-fingered typing habit is kinda funny.

Rader: "What are you doing?"

Hesse: "Typing."

Rader: "That's not how you type."

Hesse: "This is how I type."

Rader: "...But that's not how you're supposed to type."

Hesse: "This is how I type."

Rader: *pause* *starts fidgeting as if she has to pee* "Would you like for me to type?"

Hesse: "Nein, I know how to type."

Rader: "Obviously you don't." *pause* *starts fidgeting harder* "Are you sure you don't want for me to type?"

Hesse: "I'm fine, danke."

Rader: *returns to her office*

Hesse: *starts typing a new line*

Rader: *screams incoherently from the other room*

Rader's personality is stereotypical "über-Nazi" (even more than Hesse--ironically) but her appearance isn't. Lots of inter-office sexual drama occurs in my version of the SS--all branches of it and offices (see: Katja Haring's entry)--and considering that both Hesse and Rader are single and eligible (Hesse is actually involved with nightclub singer Sophie Sommer, yet is technically single, plus it's up in the air whether the SS would consider Sophie suitably Aryan), I can easily imagine their fellow Allgemeine-SS officers poking fun now and then that maybe they should hook up.

Another intentional attempted bit of humor is that Hesse really didn't want a secretary. He hates being "waited on"; he went through a long period of recuperating from a war injury and resented needing help, so he doesn't take well to people doing things for him when he feels he should do them himself. (A notable exception to this is his master sergeant, Theodor Schulte, who loyally follows his bidding, but that's because Schulte handles the "dirty business" Hesse can't do on his own.) Yet he also believes in being courteous to women. So, he has no idea what to do when his boss, Rupprecht Heidenreich (yep, I had to look him up to remember his first name--he's very, very, V-E-R-Y loosely based on Reinhard Heydrich--and I don't know his rank just yet), comes to his office one day to present him with two gifts: a new, electric typewriter (I Googled and while these did exist in this time period, they seemed to be rare still, plus the "SS typewriter" (yes, that was a thing) that's sort of a plot gag--Heidenreich gently rebukes tech-unsavvy Hesse for manually typing out "SS" rather than using the special key intended for that purpose--doesn't seem like it was electric, oh and by the way, here's an article about the SS typewriter)...and a new secretary, Hedy Rader. Hesse has no need for either, yet he can't just tell his boss no thanks, and he doesn't want to be rude to Rader (who asks in monotone what can she do to serve Kamerad Hesse), so...he asks her to make him some coffee. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ "I will make you the finest pot of coffee in the Reich," Rader vows, salutes, and departs his office. Because yep, that's just how she rolls. Nonplussed, Hesse then tries to figure out the typewriter. (I'm pretty sure at some point in the story somebody says, "Have you tried turning it off and then on again?")

Rader is very strict following rules, even more so than Hesse, who often has to tell her to tone it down. She apparently can't be intimidated that easily, and frequently criticizes and squabbles with her superiors in the Allgemeine-SS, who are often cowed by her. (Even Heidenreich, who thinks nothing of ordering mass executions, avoids her.) Schulte is the lone exception who dares to fight back, and the two are an even match when it comes to screaming in each other's face. She comes across as quite prudish and humorless, never joining in with the others' joking and sexual comments and in fact usually expressing disdain for such unseemly behavior, though she's not quite as repressed as she presents herself. At one point Schulte interrupts their latest argument (over how it's most appropriate to refer to Hesse--Schulte prefers "Boss," while Rader insists on the more proper "Kamerad") by aggressively kissing her--"THERE!--something else for you to think about!" Rader is briefly struck mute before mumbling, "Back to work," and hurrying back to her desk. A while later, she asks if she can go out for lunch. "You never eat out," Hesse says, perplexed, but grants her permission and she leaves. A moment after that, Schulte pops in long enough to say, "Going out for lunch, Boss, be back in a bit," then leaves.

Hesse is all ಠ_ಠ

In another intended scene where officers from the different branches gather (likely at General Immerwahr's estate, so, probably before the duel scene), Major Delbrück, browsing the bookshelves, pulls out a volume--"Smut!"--and starts reading it aloud to the others. SS-Helfer Azinger giggles but when Delbrück comes to the word "throbbing," Lt. Col. Reinhardt hurriedly tosses the book out the window. Immerwahr arrives, is informed of what happened, and asks if the book was any good. Delbrück replies, "Well, it had the words 'moist' and 'throbbing' in it, so it must have been good." Azinger laughs. Heidenreich starts musing, "I bet I could write smut. It looks easy enough. And we could always use the funding. Do you think there could be a market for that?--SS smut?" Dr. Arzt (another newish character, and yes, his name does translate to "Doctor Doctor") replies, "I'm pretty sure there's already a market for that," and Azinger cackles. At that point Rader makes a face and lets out a disgusted sound, stands, announces, "I must go and walk off the stench," and leaves the room. Then pops her head back in and snaps, "Kamerad Schulte!" Schulte sighs, says, "Excuse me, Kameraden," and follows her. So yes, that goes on for a little bit.

Then there is poor lovesick Friedrich. He's not enough of a character to have earned a full name or even a proper rank just yet (I assume he's Hesse's inferior, so he might be an Untersturmführer, second lieutenant), so he may very well remain just Friedrich. One day while Rader is away from her desk, an unfamiliar SS officer arrives at Hesse's office and demands to speak with Kameradin Rader immediately. Hesse, not used to being bossed around so, calls her anyway. As soon as she sees the other officer, though, she gasps and hurries off to lock herself in a utility closet. Friedrich follows and pounds on the door--"Come out, Kameradin Hedy, my love!" at which Rader yells back, "GO AWAY!" Hesse stands by and watches as the two go back and forth for a few moments, Friedrich professing his undying love and insisting they were meant for each other, Rader repeatedly shouting for him to go away; at one point she opens the door long enough to snap at him, "It was ONE mistaken night of passion! Nothing more!" then to her boss, "Kamerad Hesse! Make him go away, bitte!" This is about as much as Hesse can stand anyway, so he firmly orders Friedrich to leave. "I will honor your request, Kamerad," Friedrich says, "but I will never give up on you, my beloved Hedy!" he yells over his shoulder as he departs, to which Rader responds, "Go away! GO AWAY!!" It's sort of a running gag for Friedrich to keep returning to the office like some weird but harmless stalker, and for Rader to yell at him to go away and Hesse to order him to leave. At one point in the story, though, Hesse accidentally spots the two of them...otherwise occupied...at his desk and so eventually Friedrich must wear down her resistance somehow. (This scene ends awkwardly with Friedrich exiting Hesse's office and spotting Hesse seated at Rader's desk, boots up and giving him a look; they both say, "Hallo, Kamerad," to each other, and Friedrich nervously departs. Then Rader exits and Hesse asks her to please call someone to come sanitize his desk. Rader blushes but obliges, and Hesse suggests she keep any further such activities out of the office. "There are more hormones here than in a girls' school!" Heidenreich exclaims when word of the incident reaches him, and lets out his loud trademark goatlike laugh.)

Despite their personalities not exactly meshing, Rader is definitely loyal to her boss, vehemently defending him against perceived attacks from others even as she feels free to criticize him herself. For example, Hesse's mistress, Sophie, unexpectedly visits him at Allgemeine-SS headquarters to argue with him about accepting the challenge to a duel, then slaps and humiliates him in front of everyone else and leaves; Rader offers her support.

Rader: "Would you like me to slap her back for you, Kamerad Hesse...?"

Hesse: "Nein, I would not like you to slap her back."

Rader: "I will, if you want me to."

Hesse: "Nein!"

Rader: "Let me know if you change your mind."

Being a secondary character, Rader hasn't any significant backstory yet to explain why she's who she is. This could and likely will change; she's already developed a bit more of a dynamic with surnameless Friedrich beyond merely "GO AWAY! GO AWAY!" So at some future point I may end up dumping some more info about her, but that day isn't today.

[Hedy Rader 2022 [‎Friday, ‎June ‎24, ‎2022, ‏‎3:04:54 AM]]

[Hedy Rader 2022 2 [‎Friday, ‎June ‎24, ‎2022, ‏‎3:12:35 AM]]

#artists on tumblr #ibisPaint x #SketchDaily #original characters

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n1k1tty · 3 years

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enhypen reacting to you calling them ‘bro/dude’

# 희승 [heeseung] - you guys had an arcade date

- and then you already know how competitive you guys are

- so when you guys were doing the basketball one, he was teasing you and taking your balls away lmao

- “bro istg if you don’t stop im gna punch you”

- kinda got used to it tbh. but he was still a little sulky cuz he wants you to call him babe or seungie/hee

- “y/n we’ve been dating for almost a year, yet you still call me bro🙄😒”

- pouts the whole time

- “okay im sorry baby, now stop pouting and get ready to lose”

- you ended up losing anyway but it’s alright cuz he got you a stuffy with all the tickets he won😋

# 제이 [jay]

- you guys were baking gingerbread cookies for the members during christmas and he smudged icing on your nose bcs he wanted to 🙄 sorry im so excited for christmas lol

- so then you were like “dude😡”

- and then he was like “*gasp*😦😟”

- and then you realized what you said and gave him a smirk

- “bro can you pass me the-” —slam!

- he *jokingly* slams the pack of candy decorations

- “y/n one more time and i’ll smudge the whole bowl of icing on your face” he wasn’t actually lol

- “alright, alright. sorry bro—”

- *starts chasing you around their dorm with the bowl of icing on his hand”

# 제이크 [jake]

- you usually call him babe, jakey or sexy as a joke like

- “hey sexy😩😏” and then he’d be like “😦🤭😏 hey Jessica”

- and then you’d be like “😱 who’s jessica😡🔪”

- LMAO I GOT OFF TOPIC BUT

- it was like 3am and you miss him so you wanted to sneak out

- so you message him like 1000000 times

- “hey man” “bro” “jake” “dude wake up” “jake senpai wake up juicesaeyo >_<”

- first he’d be totally be disturbed by you calling him senpai and “not the koreaboo-ness😟🤢 i’m breaking up with you”

- and then he realizes later and then 🤭😒🙄 "y/nnnnnnnn, im not going out until you tell me WHO YOU’RE CALLING BRO?🔫😡"

- "BABE OK IM SORRY. NOW COME HERE. I MISS YOU"

- "ok baby im coming🥰"

# 성훈 [sunghoon]

- he’ll tease you whenever you call him babe he lowkey likes it tho dw

- so then you just decided to call him bro just for today

- bro when i tell you his mood went from a 200 to a .000000000001 in a second

- so you guys were watching a movie and you asked him to pass the remote

- “babe can you pass me the remote” and he was ‘cringing’ but inside he was like 🥰🥰😋😘😁

- so when you saw the look on his face you said “thanks bro”

- face dead as went 📞⬅️ 😁 to 😒➡️💨📞🙄 SORRY THERES NO REMOTE EMOJI

- you started laughing at him

- “YAH! this is funny to you?”

- “hoon if you want me to call you babe just say. i know you like it😏😘”

# 선우 [sunoo]

- POUTY BABY

- you guys were just going on a morning walk

- and you were like "bro wait, my shoelaces are untied"

- IT WAS ON ACCIDENT

- he decided to not wait for u🙄

- "YAH! what if i got kidnapped by a mafia family?!" you were exaggerating but whatever

- "I'D LET THEM TAKE YOU >:("

- you giggled since he was so cute when he's upset

- "alright alright, im sorry baby :3"

# 정원 [jungwon]

- you guys were playing with maeumi since the promotions for drunk daze were over and he wanted you to meet his dog DID U GUYS SEE HIS EN-LOG

- you both went to the rooftop to eat dinner

- and he was starting to get a little pouty that you were spending more time with maeumi

- you didn't even notice the pout until you went to back hug him while he was grilling the meat

- "bro why are you pouting hm?"

- HE GETS SO UPSET LMAO

- doesn't even give you the meat

- "bruh what's up with you today" you went to go sit next to him

- "am i a bro to you?????? you've been spending too much time with the members🙄" YOU BURSTED OUT LAUGHING

- "aw baby im so sorry" you give him a kiss on the cheek.

- "say ah" feeds you the meat bcs hes okay now :)

- "STOP FEEDING MAEUMI HE'S GONNA GET FAT. HE'S BEEN EATING ALL DAY"

- "he was asking for it :( i couldn't say no"

# 니키 [niki]

- you and him were just going live for dance jam

- and you guys were dancing so sweetly all the comments were like "I DONT KNOW WHO I WANT TO BE. RIKI OR Y/N" and some like "i love y/n and riki's relationship sm they're so cute :("

- some other time you guys would be chasing each other bcs ur both playfull lmao

- he was gently strangling you "bro change the song"

- everyone sees his 😦 face when u called him that and engenes were laughing. he shakes his head and was like 🤨??

- you didn’t even notice until you saw the comments “GO APOLOGIZE TO RIKI RIGHT NOW LMAO”

- he jokingly says “everyone you see how y/n treats me??”

- you laugh and give him a big hug “im sorry baby”

- “dance to gee and i’ll forgive you”

- he tries to hide his smile “that was kinda cute i guess”

- gives you another hug AND THE COMMENTS ARE GOING WILDDDDD

- “y/n’s been hanging out with the members way too often nowadays 🙄 am i even your boyfriend anymore?”

#enhypen #enhypen scenarios #enhypen fluff #enhypen jungwon #enhypen x reader #enhypen x reader fluff #jungwon #enhypen heeseung #enhypen imagines #jungwon fluff #enhypen sunghoon #enhypen sunoo #enhypen niki #enhypen riki #enhypen jake #enhypen jay #n1k1tty: ot7 m.list

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reader is a spy getting info on orochimaru and is working for the leaf. orochimaru knows obviously (cannot hide anything from this in my mind LMAO) and he plays along until he seduces reader and just ends up telling them he knew from the very beginning, maybe she’ll just end up as one of his experiments now. PLEASE OK THIS SOUNDS DUMB NOW but anyways i 💗 ur writing, thank u so much <33

this took such a long time and i‘m still so unhappy with it but i don‘t have the time to rewrite it all and nghhh- i definitely missed the seduction but it‘s still somehow correct? idk man

little spy

warning: noncon, drugging, mind break, all the bad stuff

Tricking Kabuto was difficult. But difficult never meant impossible. Tsunade was reluctant with sending someone out to contact the man that so closely operated with her old team mate. The eldest rioted at her decision to send you. In their words, a female ninja was trained to seduce and assassinate. Close combat and dangerous missions were best suited for men. Naturally, Tsunade gave you the mission that same night. Promising regular reports, you departed before daybreak with nothing to your person but village neutral clothing and a little bit of money. Your plan was fool proof.

At first, the search was fruitless and Tsunade restless. You picked up leads and dubious information as you went. The best clue provided by a drunkard that recognized the description, dubbing Kabuto as a “weird little bastard“ but harmless. Reporting it to Tsunade, she brushed it off as an old man saying anything while intoxicated but you refused to leave any end untied. Your entire reputation was on the line with this mission. You would either return with the information you needed or not at all - because if you did, you would lose to the sleazy men talking Tsunade out of hiring you for the job.

It took days of searching but you met him at the most unconventional place you could think of. Kabuto lingered around a hospital in the outskirts of the Land of Sound. When you first saw him, your heart dropped into your stomach. You were nervous but kept recalling your training of keeping a straight face and a neutral energy. It wasn‘t nearly as difficult to approach the man. Sharing niceties and a fabricated origin story was enough to get him to consider your words. Using the last trump card you had - the name of an important informant - seemed to at least convince him to take you seriously.

So for the next weeks, Kabuto arranged meetings with you alone, exchanging trivial information to build something akin to trust between moles. Neither of you even brought up Orochimaru. You were so close that you even cut contact with your village so nothing could even be traced back to you. You took every precaution in the book, used every dirty trick you learned from friend and foe.

And your patience would bear fruit. Sweet and ripe, because one day, you arrived at the scheduled rendezvous to find Kabuto in the company of another person. The skin shone bright and sickly under the rising moon. Almost artificially stretched across bone and muscle tissue, you could make out his veins even in the dim light. His arms were crossed over his chest, his stance was wide and sure but his face was covered in the shadow of a conical straw hat, tipped low to cover his eyes. They stood at a distance but even being far away, the sannin seemed taller than life. You swallowed and mellowed out your chakra flow.

“I hope you don‘t mind the company.“ Kabuto pushed his glasses higher on his nose bridge, eyeing you with intent to see hesitation. “That‘s fine. I‘ve heard about your company.“ Orochimaru chuckled but the sound was hollow and carried away with the wind. “Only good things, I hope.“ The hair on your neck stood at attention when he reached up to pick the hat off his head. “Good is relative.“ His eyebrows shot up his clinically smooth face. He seemed surprised by your answer - in a good way, you prayed. The expression smoothed out just as fast as it came and he nodded towards Kabuto. “Go on.“

You two talked about stolen knowledge, the very reason why Kabuto was here. Your medical understanding sure expanded with all the research you had to do to make this act believable. Orochimaru didn‘t speak. He just lingered so when the three hours were up and he silently departed with Kabuto, you were shaking with emotions. The next meeting was assumed to go over similarly. Except it didn‘t.

“I hope it doesn‘t bother you that Kabuto didn‘t make it.“

You were suspicious when a message ordered you to a public place like this - a tea house during the day. Orochimaru sat at a table with a cup already in hand. “Not at all.“ You sat across from the man, ordering a fresh brew for yourself to blend in. “Kabuto has talked highly of you. I thought it‘s about time I see this promising medic for myself.“ You forced a smile. “I‘m honored.“ He asked you many questions, the quick topic changes and fast paced questions gave you whiplash but at the end of the meeting he hasn‘t killed you so you took that as the sign that he was finally colored convinced. Convinced enough to offer you a place under his wing by the end of the night. “You don‘t have to decide now. I give you exactly five days to make a decision. If it‘s a no, we will never cross paths again.“ You thanked him, bowed to him even. Little did he know that you decided before even meeting him. You would take him down for good.

Five days couldn‘t have gone slower. With no real decision to dwell on, you were forced to drag the time along with you like a ball and chain. You studied up on medical info. Never in your life have you studied this intensely. Not even as a young child in school. It was draining and you were sure that being a real medic was hell on earth. You couldn‘t wait to leave all this behind you.

When day five came, a cloaked figure lead you towards what looked like a cave. A jutsu you couldn‘t catch with your eyes revealed a gate in the ground and the body disappeared in a gaseous cloud. A shadow clone. You swallowed as the gate opened with a stoney groan. You couldn‘t turn back now. Not after everything you did for this mission. So you went down the steps that lead you into an underground hallway. At the end of it, Orochimaru. “Did the journey here treat you well?“ His tone was off. You blamed it on the echo. “Yes.“ A hum and his hand found your shoulder. “Let‘s talk business, shall we?“

Orochimaru lead you through the lair, every hallway a carbon copy of the last. “In here“, he stopped in front of a door and slowly twisted the door knob, “are the scrolls I told you about.“ You swallowed but kept up with the man as he entered the lowly illuminated room. Said scrolls laid innocently on the shelves decorating the walls but what caught your attention were the floor to ceiling sized glass tanks with glowing pale liquid bubbling inside. Most tanks were empty except for three, containing a floating body on a fake umbilical cord connecting to the floor. The bodies were the size of a three year old child, none had any form of pigmentation or body hair. A cold sweat ran down your back. “Did they not tell you this little detail? The human experiments?“ You flinched hard, stumbling forward and away from his breath on your neck. “What-?“ You turned towards Orochimaru who just kept creeping closer until your back was against the glass tank. “You heard about me, haven‘t you? You seemed shocked.“ You blinked at him, clearing your throat and wiping your sweaty palms on your pants. “Oh. No. I- I just haven‘t seen something like this up close before.“ His eyes traveled from your face to the floating child behind you. “Feel free to observe. They were transferred from a womb to the tank. Fascinating, isn‘t it?“ You reluctantly turned your back to him to study the tank further. There were no labels and you could see the heartbeat through the almost translucent skin. “Yes… Fascinating.“ You tried to calm your nerves but Orochimaru was so close behind you.

“Say…“ You tried to be nonchalant but whenever he initiated conversation you were strung up like a spring. “How is Tsunade doing?“ The moment that name left his lips was the moment your world stopped spinning. Your mouth opened but you didn‘t produce any words. A hand snaked into your hair and slammed your face against the thick, warm glass. Your lung deflated with a pained gasp but Orochimaru pinned your body with his own and you could only brace yourself with your palms flat against the tank. “How-? When-?“ He laughed, lowering his head to your level. “The whole time. It‘s almost insulting that you think you tricked me for even a second.“ Tears gathered on your lash line and he tutted at you. “Tsunade must be getting old… Sending a little girl after me.“ With one hand firmly in your hair, the other made quick work of your clothes, ripping the sturdy material of your pants apart at the crotch. “No! Stop! Stop it!“ You bucked against the body behind you in an attempt to throw him off but it was like trying to contain the ocean in a bucket. “Let me go… I promise- I wh-won‘t say anything to- just-“ A harsh slap on your ass made you yelp. “You freak! You- You disgusting freak! Tsunade won‘t let you get away with this!“ You shrieked as a too dry finger pressed inside your pussy. “The leaf hasn‘t changed a bit I see. Their special forces are still all talk.“

You refused to cry for him, chewing the inside of your cheek bloody instead. Orochimaru pumped his too long finger inside you a couple of times, the friction felt like he was trying to dig your insides out. It hurt but you wouldn‘t cave under this. He seemed to agree because he quickly pulled back out again. “I wish I could collect samples from you first but it will do.“ Something blunt nudged against your hole and you clenched instinctively. “Stop, stop, no, no, no, you can‘t!“ You tried to shift your hips but didn‘t come far. The panic was blinding but the stretch of his cock thrusting into your unprepared pussy made your vision splotchy.

Your mouth hung open against the glass, clouding the smooth surface with your breath as Orochimaru pounded into you from behind. The hand in your hair ripped your head to the side far enough for Orochimaru to slot his lips against your and your protest got muffled by a thick tongue pushing into your mouth, licking across yours and slithering into your throat until you were gagging and clenching around the cock hitting your cervix in fear of asphyxiation.

The burning pain of flesh dragging against flesh deep inside you slowly shifted to a tingling flame. You gasped with effort. Every struggle became a chore as your chakra drained out your system and you became lightheaded. Shoving your face away, Orochimaru latched his lips onto your neck instead. “My- What did you do to me?“ Your speech slurred together like you were tipsy and the glass suddenly felt cold against your skin. A particularly aimed thrust made you moan and grind back against his pelvis. Horrified, you pressed your lips together. “Aphrodisiac. Have they taught you about that method of torture?“ You tried to place his words but it all just boiled down to the horribly slick feeling dripping down your thighs, the squelching of wet meat. “You‘re reacting so well. One might think you were a slut all along.“

But you weren‘t. You were just lured into his domain out of amateur eagerness to take down something too great for you. Being drugged changed nothing about the fact that you regretted not considering to contact Tsunade one last time.

Your knees buckled underneath you and if Orochimaru were to let go, you would surely crumbled on the floor at his feet. “But don‘t you worry. I will turn you into one anyway.“ With just enough pressure on your clit, you were coming and gushing around him, totally unaware that he filled you up with his seed.

——————

Orochimaru sent Kabuto out to Konoha to scope out the atmosphere. A spy disappearing for a month on a dangerous mission must be harsh on the hokage responsible for that big step.

While his underling was gone, Orochimaru took it upon himself to visit your cell. The metal door scraped against the rough ground but you didn‘t even register the sound. You were curled up on a mattress in the corner of the cell, naked and dazed. “K-037.“ You reacted to his hand combing your hair through his fingers, slowly turning to face him. The inside of your arms were bruised, every tiny spot a different stage of healing. “Lord?“ He grabbed the arm closest to him and pulled the prepped syringe from his robe. “Yes.“ A soft breath escaped you. By your expression alone, you seemed to only be able to focus on the man looming above you. The needle found a healthy vein in the crook of your arm and you didn‘t flinch. A dose amphetamines and synthetic hormones enlarged your pupils until it swallowed what used to be lively iris. Your breathing picked up and you melted into the mattress. Shrugging off his robe, he felt an excitement in his chest. Soon he would be able to fill up another tank.

As long as Orochimaru kept your system full of aphrodisiac, you didn‘t even need a name or a village. It was beautiful to reduce a human to their most animalistic state.

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avenging-fandoms · 3 years

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OMG! Friends to lovers with “ If I don't kiss you right now I might die” with Rafe please love 💕 💕

friends to lovers with ''if i don't kiss you right now i might die'' vibes

- project buddy, college!rafe (fluff)

OUTER BANKS MASTERLIST

*college!rafe is so much more different than the rafe we actually see. enjoy very soft rafe!!<3 -- "what do i wear to a study session with my partner, but also say that this might be a date on his boat?" you asked yourself as you stared at your closet, moving pieces of clothes and mumbling to yourself.

yn: rafe, i’m gonna be honest. i’ve never been on a boat before. what do i wear?

rafe: Let me ask my sister.

rafe: She said jeans and a shirt. I normally wear a polo and shorts. It’s really up to you.

yn: okay, thank you! can’t wait for later :)

you picked out a few things, then stuck with a nice flowy top and jeans with sandals, complimented with a jean jacket. you thought about it being cold on the water, on a boat, so you thought your jacket would be good.

you grabbed your things and headed into your car, letting rafe know you were on your way and he replied with a smiling emoji. rafe was different than what you've heard of.

your roommate's boyfriend told you rafe was a dick, and that he was a rich asshole who bragged all the time, but you never saw it. you only hung out with him once, but you would think he would've bragged the first time he spoke to you.

you parked your car and rafe stood down at the end of his backyard. you smile and take out your phone, texting rafe to turn around. rafe turned to look over his shoulder and smiled, jogging over to you.

"hi stranger" rafe smiled and gave you a hug, and you couldn't help but blush. rafe smelled like expensive cologne and just a hint of weed, and you could keep your nose in his neck for hours. "so i figured i could take you around the water, show you a few things then we can dock in the middle of the water and study?" rafe asked as you two walked towards the dock.

"sounds like a perfect date. uh, study date" you smile as your cheeks turn red, rafe getting onto the boat first, taking your bag then holding out his hand. your hand fit well into his, his skin rough but smooth on the palm as he helped you onto the boat.

rafe's hand held your waist as you stepped over the side of the boat, slipping a bit but rafe caught you. you inhale sharply and grip rafe's shirt, and he chuckled softly. "i got you, don't worry" his words were calming, and you tap his chest as you pull away. "feel free to look around, i'm going to get things going"

you nod and run your hand over the railing, leaning over and staring at the view as rafe untied the boat and started the engine. you went over to where rafe was, standing next to him and looking out at the water.

the sun reflected off the water and you shielded your eyes, not even realizing you were leaning against rafe as he drove the boat slowly in a circle around the water.

after a half an hour of him bringing you around, rafe stopped the boat in the middle of the water and you two sat on the chairs with the little table in between. you unlock your phone, but you had no signal.

"rafe, there's no service out here so we can't do our project" you look at him and he shrugs, sucking air through his teeth.

"guess we'll just have to chill here. the project isn't due for a week anyway, we can just hang out" rafe smiled and you chuckle, shaking your head. "so, where'd you grow up?"

you and rafe talked until the moon was high above you two in the sky, and you two just talked about one another's lives. "it's nearly midnight, rafe. i think i should head back to my dorm"

"so soon?" rafe winked and you smiled, shaking your head. "dance with me real quick" rafe put on some john mayer and you blush as he holds out his hand. you grab it and stand up, wrapping your arms around his neck.

"rafe.. can i tell you something?" you picked your head up and looked at him, your nose barely touching him. "i've heard things about you"

"oh?" he spun you slowly and brought you back into his arms, and you felt a wave of butterflies in your stomach. "and what have you heard, gorgeous?"

"that you're the complete opposite to who you are right now" you answer and look up at rafe whose mouth was in a line. "i'm sorry, i shouldn't have-"

"i am different around different people" rafe spoke and you look up at him, pushing your fingers in between his with the other hand on his shoulder. "i'm an asshole around those guys because their fathers are some professors and i want a leg up, even though i do my work"

"i'm sorry, i shouldn't have said anything" you shake your head but he touches your chin softly, making you look up at him.

"do you think i'm an asshole?" rafe asked softly, and you licked your lips softly, eyes meeting his. his eyes were more blue than the water, and you could drown in them.

"i think you're an asshole for not kissing me" you whisper and he smirks, holding the back of your neck as he kissed you. you immediately grabbed his face, your lips moving slowly against his.

rafe was gentle, until you initiated more. you let out a breath through your nose and pushed your body against him, pushing him against the wall of the boat and tugging at his shirt. rafe smiled and grabbed your hands, and pulled away slowly.

"maybe another time, sweetheart. it's late. are you sure you don't want to sleep over?" you shook your head and he kissed you quickly before bringing the boat back to shore.

you leaned over the edge of the boat, dragging your fingers through the water and rafe couldn't keep his eyes off of you. he docked the boat and did everything to tie it up, then helped you off onto the dock.

"we didn't get any work done tonight" you spoke and rafe shrugged again, and you smile as you lean against your car. rafe's arm pressed against the top of your window, looking down at you. "are you free to study tomorrow?"

"i'll always have free time for you, sweetheart" rafe spoke and you grab his shirt, pulling him down to kiss you. there was something intoxicating about his kiss, and you never wanted it to stop. "get home, sweetheart. i'll text you in the morning"

"goodnight, rafe" you whisper and he kisses you once more before heading towards his front door. he waited for you to leave before he went inside.

you flopped on your bed with a smile, pushing your shoes off and taking your jacket off. your phone buzzed and you pulled it out of your pocket, smiling from ear to ear.

rafe: I thank the stars and the professor we were put together. I never want us to finish this project. Good night, or good morning, yn. I'll see you tomorrow.

yn: we can make up our own projects, rafe. i never want this to end. good night handsome

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randonowrong · 3 years

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Sir Billiam (Technoblade), Ranbutler (Ranboo), and James (Sapnap) x Servant! Reader [HCs]

A/N: I put it under the cut because it’s so long. I honestly just started writing and unknowingly put so many words into these headcanons. Anyway, hope you enjoy!

Lord Billiam III (Technoblade):

You are one of his many employees at the estate.

You were an orphan that was brought (bought) by his parents to serve at the estate since their servants kept dying or leaving.

Growing up you were taught how to do household chores by the older servants.

Seeing as you are in the same age range as their son, your masters decided to make you his personal servant.

With how Billiam grew up into an adult, I would assume that he was taught this during his childhood.

His parents were very critical of the social divide between you and their son.

You never forgot the reminders that you were nothing compared to them.

Billiam kept the act his parents wanted whenever he interacted with you in front of them.

But he was always kind and gentle with you compared to the other servants even his parents weren’t present.

He taught you how to read and write, leaving you with his favorite books whenever he had business to attend.

He loved when you ran to him to ask something about the book that you couldn’t understand, or when you didn’t know what a word meant.

This went on for years until his parents caught you in his room reading while he wrote at his study.

He heard them start screaming profanity at you and he ran into his room to see you being dragged by the hair outside.

He walked forward to help you but his father told him to stay because they had to deal with the “filth”.

Months went by without him hearing or seeing you. He assumed the worst, his parents had you killed.

During the period, he refused to have another servant but you.

He acted out against his parents’ orders and started on his path to independence.

He focused on his studies and work so that he could take over the family business and lands so that he can find you.

After a long time, he finally saw you again.

This was when he stayed up late due to managing some family matters and he stepped out of his room to get some fresh air.

There you were, in the servant’s clothes, on your knees and wiping the floor clean.

“Y/N?” he asked, reaching out to you.

After you heard him you stood up and took a deep bow. “I apologize for disturbing you my lord, I shall leave immediately.”

He had no time to stop you from taking the cleaning supplies and booking it downstairs.

Every future instance where he tried to talk to you was met with profuse apologizing and leaving.

He eventually gave up on interacting with you, as in the few moments that you do, you make it clear you don’t want anything to do with him.

Without his anchor, his tether that kept him humane, he was consumed by the snobbish teachings of the aristocracy.

When his parents finally died, Billiam became the sole owner of the many properties and subsidiaries his parents’ managed.

His cruelty knew no bounds, severely punishing servants who made a slight mistake. Servants...except you.

When the heir became the lord, you had become appointed as the head servant of the estate, in charge of managing and teaching the staff to serve.

Servants would notice the tense air that hung when you and their employer would interact, the casual reports on the happenings at the estate, servants being laid off for mistakes, etc.

The first time you two had conversed without the awkwardness is when a deal he wanted to secure fell through. He was livid, destroying everything in his quarters.

Knowing that any miniscule slight while Billiam was furious would result in severe punishment, you took it upon yourself to fix the room. Deciding to spare the other servants from possible suffering.

When the noise of glass being thrown, tables being flipped, and paintings being torn had ceased, you decided to enter the room and tend to your lord.

Billiam stood by his overturned desk. Shards of glass from the decorations he threw stuck in his bleeding hand.

“My lord you are injured, please allow me to tend to your wounds.” he tensed after hearing your voice call out to him.

Turning around he observed the wreckage that he caused, his eyes stopping on your figure holding a rag and setting down a basin of water on the ground.

The room grew silent as you were crouched down and tending to Billiam, no sound threatened to escape from either of you.

When you finished picking out the shards and cleaning the wounds you stood up with the basin, now colored red, to leave the room when he grabbed your hand “Stop.”

Complying, you stopped in your tracks and faced him. “Yes my lord?”

“I-I...” he clenched his fists, trying to find the right words to tell you.

His mind cleared, he knew what he needed first from you. “I command you to tell me why you were and have been avoiding me!” he shouts, raising his voice.

You sigh, eyes drifting to stare at the floor as your lips open to answer. “It would be best to show you my lord.” you answer, setting down your things, you untie the affixes of your attire.

With the last of the strings untied, you turn around and move your top to expose your back to him.

His mouth agape, he stared at the lashes on your back, the burn marks, the deep cuts. “Wha-”

“It was your parents, my lord. They did not like it when they saw how close we were.” you added, beginning to fix yourself back up.

You felt him crash into you, pulling you into a tight hug, as his breath fanned your nape. “I’m sorry for dragging you into this.” you feel warm tears fall on your bare neck.

You let him be open with his emotions, as the dam that kept all of the pain in for the past years cracks and floods out. You hear him mumble apology after apology to you.

When his tears falter, you turn around and pull him into a hug. Tangling your hand in his hair and nudging his head into your neck to comfort him.

“Don’t apologize for feeling what you feel.”

His breath hitches as you continue speaking.

“And don’t apologize for loving me.”

That night was spent with Billiam being in your arms as he had wanted to be for years, finally feeling the warmth he did when you were both young.

The next day, your belongings were being moved by the servants outside of your quarters. Under orders from Lord Billiam they answered when you questioned why.

“You will no longer be the head servant, (Y/N).” Billiam stated as he walked towards you accompanied by three maids.

“From now on you shall be mine, the spouse of Lord Billiam III.” he smirked, holding out a hand for you.

You reach out and grab his hand “Yes, my lord.”

Ranbutler (Ranboo):

A fellow servant under the employ of Lord Billiam III.

The both of you were employed on the same day, as your new master needed more servants to manage the happenings around his vast estate.

Ranboo had no time to introduce himself to you as work was immediately shoved upon his shoulders, he would be acting as the personal servant at the side of Lord Billiam.

You, meanwhile, were in charge of managing the storehouse and making sure everything your master needed was in stock.

Life...is hard when serving under an aristocrat, more so under Lord Billiam.

He was very critical of everything and all he does is done with utmost perfection. Failure wasn’t allowed at his manor.

Thankfully, you were able to adjust easily to your job. Taking walks around the estate to question the denizens of the necessities which were needed. Being able to pick out the most affordable but high quality items.

Which lead to you being one of the few that did not catch the ire of your master. He had even given a sarcastic statement which sounded like a compliment? You were unsure if he was capable of complimenting a mere servant.

When Lord Billiam needed to attend to business away from the city, he left Ranboo in charge of acting in his stead, as one of his closest aides.

Most of the servants breathed a collective sigh of relief when the carriages, carrying your master, had left the confines of the property.

The few servants that stood by the side and watched the others silently knew something.

They couldn’t slack just because he wasn’t here. Lord Billiam has eyes and ears everywhere, so slacking off was something never to be done.

From the corner of your eye, you could see Ranboo walk and stand beside you. “Lord Billiam wants stocks of wine and other refreshments to be present in the cellar by the time he arrives. He specifically instructed to only procure the best, so do not worry about the cost.”

You nod and continue watching the rambunctious bunch of servants. “Of course. I assume Lord Billiam instructed you about that?” you question.

He gives a slight nod and turns to walk back inside the manor leaving you.

The next day, most of the servants had taken it upon themselves to have fun while doing their job. The cooks used ingredients to cook meals for themselves, the cleaners allowing dust and dirt to gather on the furniture.

You took your daily stroll around the place, taking mental notes of whatever the servants you crossed paths with were doing.

Absentmindedly you bumped into someone’s chest and mumbled a quick “Sorry.”

Looking up you came faced with the trusted aide of your lord. “Would you like to join me for afternoon tea?” he invited, gesturing to the direction of the balcony.

You raise a brow and begin walking with him towards the balcony. In your mind you wonder what his plans may be, knowing Lord Billiam must have trusted him with that.

Arriving at the balcony a gentle breeze blew through your hair as you looked at the table in front of you. An assortment of treats and sweets were laid out, a pot of tea with two cups and saucers present as well.

Ranboo walked to one of the chairs and pulled it out, gesturing for you to take a seat. When you did, he walked to his own and began pouring the hot beverage.

The two of you sat in silence, the only sound being heard were the chirping of the birds that flew overhead.

“So...I presume that you are on the same orders as I am?” you break the silence, taking a sip from your cup and staring at him for an answer.

He nods. “Sir Billiam has entrusted me with this job and I must fulfill it dutifully. You must understand so, (Y/N).” he grabs the pot and pours himself another cup.

“Yes...we must weed out the imperfections that our lord does not need.” you hum, staring at your reflection in the tea. “As our lord’s favored aids, you being publicly known, and I with the others being secret, must serve without fault.”

Your eyes both held a dark gleam, staring at each other with understanding of your orders. “Well, I am thankful for the tea, but I must continue with my work.” you stand and set down your saucer. “I enjoyed our small discussion. I hope to speak with you more in the future, now excuse me.”

The succeeding days were a blur, although your master was absent from the manor, there was still a backlog of work and duties which had to be done. Having to continue observing the other servants, managing deliveries and orders to and from the estate, and making sure your discussion with the butler was kept private.

Oh yes, speaking of the butler. He would be at each of your turns, giving his insight on what sir Billiam would order and keeping the estate running.

You would catch him in the corner of your eye, staring at you from the shadows. Though this did not faze you as he was just following commands, as was you.

When Lord Billiam III returned a week later all the servants stood outside to receive their Lord. They all stood firmly, heads bowing low, and no noise threatening to escape their lips. “Welcome back my Lord!” you all collectively shout.

You and Ranboo stood at the head of the two lines. Lord Billiam began to stride towards the entrance when he stopped in his tracks. “You two, follow me.” he commanded and continued on his path.

“Yes my lord.” you both answer, raising your heads and following him, keeping a suitable distance.

Arriving in front of the doors to his quarters, you both took steps forward and opened the double doors and bowing. You could feel the smirk that Sir Billiam held as he walked in, the two of you soon following and closing the doors.

Taking a seat at his study, Billiam put his hands together and set his elbows on the table. “Now, give me a detailed report you two.” he ordered.

You both nodded and gave detailed statements on what happened at the estate in the duration of his absence. Every mistake, every success, every mishap, everything. With him nodding to each explanation.

“I knew picking you two as my personal aides wasn’t a mistake.” he chuckles. “Now leave, I have work to do.” he states, voice turning cold.

In the morning, all the servants were gathered in the main hall. They whispered to one another, wondering about the sudden meeting.

The noises stopped as soon as Lord Billiam stood at the head of the stairs overlooking the foyer, he was followed by two servants, the butler and you.

“Now, you may all be wondering why I have called you all at such an ungodly hour.” he stated, looking at the servants like ants. “It has come to my attention the problems my estate faces, with regards to all of you.” he continues, taking delight in the looks of fear that some held.

“I hereby relieve you all of your duties, leave at once, I have no need for incompetents who slack around when they believe their master isn’t present.” he seethes, glaring at them, before turning and leaving the room.

You and Ranboo glance at each other as you hear the servants cry, some panic, some running to sort out their departure. No matter, you thought, as the butler put a hand on your shoulder and nodded.

He tugged your arm towards the balcony, a soft smile on his face. “Afternoon tea?”

“I would be glad to have some, Mr. Butler.”

Lord James (Sapnap):

You are a servant in service to Lord James’ family for a long period.

You were present from the beginning of his marriage to his subsequent divorce. Acting as one of his wife’s personal servants, in charge of dressing her and tending to her beck and call.

Having been assigned to her, you were well acquainted with Lord James. Being the one to inform him whenever your lady was unavailable.

Though the first interaction between just you two, not involving or speaking about anyone else happened quite later.

It happened after an argument with his wife, who promptly stormed out of the manor, leaving you with her husband. You felt awkward being left in the same room without your lady.

You were ready to walk out of the room when you suddenly heard him collapse as he began to sob.

You crouched down and held him up, comfortingly rubbing his back. You were about to speak when you were pulled into a hug, feeling tears fall on your shirt.

You stayed on the floor, letting James cry his heart out. You continued rubbing his back but stayed silent.

Once his tears stopped flowing, you helped him stand and walk to his bed.

Turning to leave the room, you were stopped when he grabbed your hand firmly. “Stay.” he softly spoke, tugging you towards the bed.

“My lord, we can’t, what would my lady think-” you protested, worried for yourself and for him, already thinking of the scale of this scandal if word got out.

“I just...want someone to hold me, please.” he pleaded, eyes downcast towards the floor.

You relented as he brought you into an embrace and pulled you into the bed. He rest his head in the crook of your neck, his warm breath fanning your skin.

Within moments, he had fallen asleep, obviously emotionally drained with all the baggage he’d been carrying. You sigh, running a hand through his soft locks. He stirred in his sleep and moved his head closer to your hand.

You stayed there for a few minutes, a wave of exhaustion washing over you as well. Slowly, you were lulled to sleep with the sound of his breathing...

Awakening, you rubbed your eyes, it was still dark outside possibly nearing daybreak you assumed. Turning your head, you saw Lord James. He still remained clung to your side like a babe.

Although you wanted to stay in the comforts of the soft bed, one which could not be said for your own in the servants’ quarter, you decided to leave before his wife came upon the scene.

Slowly, you wrung the arm he was hugging from his grasp and stood up from the bed. Fixing your attire you saw as he stirred from his sleep, moving to search for the source of heat that moved away.

You smiled, tugging the blankets over his figure and patting his head one last time before exiting the room.

With a soft click of the door, you scanned the halls, it was empty. You breathed a sigh of relief, it was a good thing no one caught you at this time. You knew what people would assume if they had seen you, a lusty commoner ruins another marriage.

You began your walk towards the servants’ shared quarters, the light of the moon passing through the window lighting your path.

James awoke the next day, with a blanket draped over him. He smiled, knowing you did this.

He heard a knock at the door “My lord, breakfast has been served and my lady is looking for you.” a servant called out before the clacking of their shoes indicated they walked away.

Sighing, he began to prepare himself for the day, grabbing a new tunic and fixing his disheveled appearance.

Arriving at the dining hall, he saw servants running around the place, placing plates and utensils on the table. Some were bringing out the food from the kitchens.

Although his eyes drifted immediately to you. You were stood by his wife and listening to the orders she barked at you. With each command earning a nod of acknowledgement from you afterwards.

With a wave of her hand, she dismissed you and turned to start her meal. You bowed and turned to exit the room when your eyes met James’. You stilled before casting your eyes to the floor and walking out of the hall.

James understood it all too well, once being someone who laughed at the broken marriages of other nobles, caused by them falling prey to their servants’ temptation. He couldn’t laugh, now that he was one of them.

He knew it was wrong though. He was already married, and had a duty to fulfill to his family and wife. While you? You were trying to survive in society, not wanting to be part of any drama.

Snapping out of his trance when his wife called out to him, he sighed and took a seat at the table. Mind still focused on you.

Even though he consummated the marriage and had children with her. His love and yearning for you never faltered. You were by her side every step of their marriage. You took turns with the nannies in watching the children, sometimes being left to care for them when James and his wife went on trips.

Through the years you two did this careful dance. Feathery touches that drifted on your skin for moments before disappearing. Loving glances thrown at each other’s way. The soft tone of his voice when he spoke to you. Though others would think nothing of it, the two of you knew the fragile fantasy going on.

A fragile fantasy that all came crashing down that day.

Screaming could be heard throughout the whole manor, servants stayed quiet and steered away from the room, which you couldn’t really do.

As the personal servant of Lord James’ wife, you stood by the sidelines as they threw words, insults, and the occasional object at each other in their rage.

In her anger she threw one of the decorative stones on the nearby table. Lord James saw it and was able to jump out of the way.

They both stopped when they heard it collide with something else. Turning around, he saw the stone on the floor with blood staining one side of it.

You crouched down from the pain and put a hand on the side of your head, retracting it you could see the red color staining your skin.

“(Y/N)!” James shouted, running over to help you up when his wife cut in.

“Don’t help that lowly servant! Pay attention to me you bastard! Do you think I wouldn’t notice?!” she shouted.

James paid no mind to her as he caught you in his arms. You had passed out from the blood loss, and probably the concussion on your head.

“Don’t think we aren’t done talking! You still haven’t answered me!” she continued to scream, though her words never reached his ears.

Picking you up he turned and glared at her. “We’ll speak about this tomorrow.” he firmly stated, before walking out and bring you to an empty room so he can tend to you.

You awoke with a headache, it was dark. Sitting up on the bed, you noticed you were one in the spare bedrooms and gripped your forehead as a stinging pain came. Right...you got hit by a rock.

You jumped when you heard the door open. Turning you came faced with Lord James, the upper buttons of his shirt being undone and a hand running through his hair.

He opened his eyes and met yours, then he scrambled towards you. “Are you okay? Is there still pain? Do you want me to call the physician?”

“Please do not worry yourself over me my lord.” you answered, wanting to keep the formality of the situation. Standing up from the bed you put your hand over his, which was placed on the side of your head.

“I- uh yes.” he coughed, retracting his hand and putting them by his side. “I’m sorry about that, you didn’t need to get caught up in our argument.”

Your eyes widened, your lady must be looking for you right now. “Excuse me, my lord.” you stated in panic, patting yourself down to look presentable before running out of the room.

“No need, she’s gone.” you heard James state as you stopped in your tracks. “Our divorce will be finalized in a few days, and she doesn’t want anything to do with me or you anymore.”

Thoughts raced through your mind, does she know about the incident, what would happen to you if she did. Your breathing picked up as you stilled.

James brought you into an embrace, your back hitting his chest as he dipped his head into the top of your head and inhaled. Your hair smelled lovely, comparable to that of other noble ladies. He shut the door, wanting to keep the privacy between you two.

“My lord, we shouldn’t it isn’t proper.” you stated, keeping firm on the fact you wanted to preserve not only your reputation but more importantly his.

“I don’t care.”

“But what would others think?”

“I don’t care.” he firmly stated, turning you around and pushing you against the wall.

“For years I’ve kept these feelings inside and now that there isn’t anything stopping me, I can finally express these repressed emotions.” he continued.

“I...I...-” he trailed.

“I command you to love me!” he shouted. trapping you against the wall with his forehead touching your own.

You sigh in defeat and finally relent, reaching up and cupping his cheek, “I already do, my lord.”

#technoblade x reader #ranboo x reader #sapnap x reader #mcyt x reader #mcyt imagine #tftsmp x reader #dream smp x reader #tales from the smp x reader

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Special One Out - Peter Parker (Any)

(Idea from YT and a fanfic)

Warnings: Angst, death and unfair parents .

Y/N's parent's never liked her, there were so many unnecessary reasons why they disliked her. One of the reasons were that she had beautiful h/c hair, while they were brunettes. (If you're a brunette, you can pick a diff hair colour.)

At a very young age of 5, her little sister, Celia was born. (You can use your second name or another name if your name is Celia.)

Y/N craved the attention her parents gave Celia.

She tried to impress them with her daily drawings from school, she tried to impress them by knowing how to spell Czechoslovakia, (I had a hard time spelling this!) but they were unimpressed with everything she did, instead they were impressed with the blabs and whines of Celia.

When Y/N was in her first day of grade 1, her parents didn't say goodbye, not even a good luck kiss on the check.

She felt nervous, no one was there to assure her that it was all gonna be okay.

No one but Peter Parker.

The two met on the playground during lunchtime.

Y/N was sitting on one of the swings, watching all the kids eat and laugh together.

"Hello." A friendly voice greeted, Y/N turned her head to the person who owned the voice.

"Hi," She replied with a smile. "I'm Peter, Peter Parker." The sandy haired boy introduced. "Y/N L/N." The h/c girl replied back.

"May I sit here?" Peter asked, she nodded. "So how's your first day?" He questioned her again.

"Uneventful. Mom and dad didn't even tell me to have a great day." Y/N said sadly. Peter's brows furrowed and his lips turned into a forwn.

"Why?" He asked, "Well they dislike me, for some reason. I never knew why. I didn't ask, I didn't want to be even more disliked." She replied with a frown on her face.

"Oh..Well, that's terrible." Peter stated, looking at the girl. "Yeah, but it's fine. Happens all the time." She said.

"No, you deserve better." Peter said and hugged the girl. "A hug to brighten your day." He breathed. Y/N smiled and laughed, and hugged Peter back.

"I can tell this is a start of a beautiful friendship, Y/N." Peter smiled. "I'm sure it is." She replied with a smile.

Years passed, everything stayed the same.

Y/N's parents still adored Celia, she and Peter still stuck together and formed a beautiful friendship.

But things began to down downhill when a specific blonde began dating Peter.

Gwen Stacy.

Who wouldn't like her? She's pretty, smart, kind, thoughtful, she could he every man's dream girl.

Even Peter's.

And here you are, holding the rails of your balcony as your tears tell down like the Niagara falls.

All because he ditched you just to hang out with Gwen.

"I'm supposed to he used to this, he always ditches me for Gwen." You said, wiping the tears before going back inside your so called home.

"Y/N, I want you to go to the store and get Celia some ice cream, Cookies and Cream. Don't mess it up." Your father commanded strictly. You nodded softly before heading out.

The night was cold, very cold. You mentally thanked yourself for always wearing a hoodie.

As soon as you arrived at the store, you couldn't help but feel like someone has been following you. You just hoped it was some guy who was also going to the store.

But oh how wrong you were.

"That'll be $5," the old lady said. You nodded and hamd dnher your $5 before leaving the store with the plastic bag full of ice cream.

"Thanks miss, have a lovely night." You smiled at her as she also smiled back before leaving.

During your journey on your way home, the same feeling that someone was following you came back.

Scared, you started to walk faster and began to walk in streets where there were a lot of people to scare the man away, if possible.

But sadly the random street walking ended up at an alley with a dead end. You stopped right in your tracks as the man stood behind you, you could feel that he was smirking in success.

"What do you want from me? Leave me alone." You told the creepy man, but all he did was stand there with a creepy look on his face.

He continued to not say anything, but when the one and only Spiderman jumped down from a building, the creepy man immediately grabbed your arm and ran away with you.

Oh but he wasn't alone, 2 other creepy men came out of nowhere and distracted Spiderman as the man who held you run away.

"Get off me!"You yelled at the man. "Let go off me!" He groaned and took out a handkerchief and sprayed it with some weird cologne and covered you mouth and nose with it, making you unconscious.

Before you could fully black-out, the man said "Now you'll shut up."

Y/N woke up with a banging headache. Groaning, she tried to move her arms but realised they were tied to a pole.

"Ah, I see that you're awake. Great timing, your spider boy is here." The same man who covered her mouth earlier said.

"What does this have to do with me?" She asked, attempting to untie the ropes. The man laughed darkly. "Oh you'll see. Just wait." He said before walking away.

A few minutes have passed, it honestly felt like hours for Y/N. She sighed before looking around.

At the corner of her eye, she spotted a familiar Blue and Red Spandex walking around the building.

Relieved, she signaled the hero to come towards her direction. "Psst, Spider-Man!" She exclaimed, but only enough for him to hear.

It seems like his Spider senses heard her voice and alerted him. "Y/N," He said happily and walked to her. "I'm glad you're alright."

She recognised that voice, she paused for a moment before her eyes widened. "Peter?"

Peter's eyes widened, "I-I'm not Peter. Who's Peter?" Y/N laughed, "I know that voice anywhere, Parker. I thought you were a genius." She smiled as he did the same.

"Anyways, let's get you out of here." He said before untying the ropes.

"Not so fast, spider boy." A voice said, the hero turned around in frustration. "Look man, you have no reason to get this innocent fine young lady in trouble." He said.

Spiderman then shot a web towards the criminal, only to be dodged. Laughing, the man called in the rest of his gang and started to attack the hero.

Everyone was so focused on their own thing that they didn't know that one of the gang members placed a bomb.

The other men had already left after leaving Spider-Man tired on the floor, they knew exactly what was gonna happen, and so did Peter.

So with all his strength, he got up and ran to Y/N, who was trying to free herself all this time.

"Peter..Help." She begged, her eyes full of worry. "Shh, it's alright. I'll get you out of here." He said and untied her.

With Y/N free, the two ran for their lives but it was too late, the bomb exploded as soon as they reached the exit.

The blast was strong, it made the two fly away from each other, one of them still near the exit and the other near the edge of the building.

Peter got up and looked around for Y/N, only to see her on the floor, full of bruises.

The ground below her was about to break. Worried, Peter ran as fast as he could to save her.

But it already broke.

She felll.

He didn't hesitate to jump down after her, not forgetting to shoot a web to catch her.

Luckily, his web was able to wrap itself around Y/N's waist, Y/N looked up and saw Peter and gave him a big smile. She mouthed a "thank you" to him as he smiled back.

But the happy moment was ruined when the web snapped, making Y/N fall and scream.

Peter shot another web, hoping that it'd grip on her tighter this time. But it didn't.

He kept trying and trying until one of them didn't fail him.

He smiled again and made sure she was safe as he went next to her.

"Hey," Peter greeted with a dorky smile.

"Hey." Y/N said.

"I'm so glad you're okay." He said, caressing her cheek. "And I to you." The two stared at each other romantically.

The two got down safely, earning many claps from the crowd.

The two never broke their loving stare, that was until Y/N spotted one of the men pointing a gun towards Peter's back.

With no hesitation, she changed their positions and heard a gun shot after. Gasps and screams echoed through the area.

"Y-Y/N?" Peter asked, he looked at her back and saw there was blood leaking from a hole.

"No." He said in realization, he made her face him and begged with tears forming, "Stay with me, Y/N. Please. Stay with me."

But her eyes were already closed.

#avengers x reader #avengers #peter parker #andrew garfield imagine #andrew garfield x reader #Spiderman #tom holland #tom holland x y/n #tobey maguire #avengers angst #peter parker x reader angst

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